#everyone come look at how funny this person is

[regthomas1728]

In real life, too...the amount of times I've watched someone's hands during a conversation.

They'll be explaining something to me and I'm just watching them hands like..."What them hands do...?" Sometimes in an innocent way, sometimes in a not-so-innocent way, and a mid/kinda weird way.

I focus so intently on body language, it's not even funny. I'm watching for micro expressions, if someone is rubbing there stomach in that way a person with an upset stomach does--or when someone puts a flat palm to their head and just kind of put pressure on it, maybe they have a headache?

When someone is sighing a lot so you know they're frustrated or thinking really hard on something.

Someone's shoulders keep shifting up and down, like they might be sore. They're rubbing their shoulders and back, trying to massage it subtly--bad sleep?

Anyway, I'm constantly looking at body language, for myself and others. I'm constantly trying to decipher how others are acting and why they could be acting that way. With this experience, I'm able to note things in others that just wouldn't come to the mind of my peers. I'm not always right or anything, everyone is different, but it's interesting nonetheless.

And I feel like Sherlock Holmes. That's the main reason I do it.

nobody warns you that writing makes you obsessed with hands. what are they doing? are they trembling? are they clenched? are they—

[luvacookie]

୨୧ say cheese.

choso kamo always gets what he wants in the end.

❥ warnings : kind of stalker choso, alcohol usage, light smut, photo taking, fem blk coded reader, intended use of lower case.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : a little choso drabble bcs im going through it and need him biblically. also ignoring that ive been missing for 9 months…

possessive ! choso who likes to poke fun at you all the time, loving to get you all riled up because it’s cute to see you with an attitude

possessive ! choso who sneaks his way into your life almost daily, some how finding away to piss you off differently every single day

possessive ! choso who tells you that it’s just a joke and to lighten up when you snap at him

“it’s not fucking funny ! is it that hard to leave me alone ?” you shout at him, your hands resting on your hips.

he raises his hands, a small smirk on his face. “i’m sorry princess, forgot how sensitive you are.”

possessive ! choso who watches as you stomp away, muttering profanity under your breath about how much you hate his stupid face

possessive ! choso who had been following your every move for longer than you could imagine, silently stalking you on your socials and even going as far to sometimes stalk you in person

possessive ! choso whose gears grind when he sees you talking to literally any other male but him, you were his after all

“your new boyfriend is cute isn’t he ?” he asks playfully, though his joking demeanour doesn’t quite match the dull look in his eyes.

you scoff, “him ? my boyfriend ? you insult me. he’s just a friend.”

“that’s why you were all fucking over him, yeah ?” he mumbles, looking off to the side somewhere.

possessive ! choso who goes to all the same social events as you because it gives him an opportunity to see you all dolled up and outside of college

possessive ! choso who sees you at a party dancing with another guy and something inside of him snaps

possessive ! choso who drags you away from the random, forcing you into a close proximity with him and him only

“what the fuck !” you shout at him, mildly intoxicated and definitely angered.

“why were you all up on that guy y/n ? you know he was just trying to get a quick fuck from you,” he says harshly, missing the way your face contorts.

you scoffed in his face. “so what, maybe i wanted a quick fuck from him too.”

possessive ! choso whose blood boils at the statement, disgusted at the thought of that creep putting his cock in you

possessive ! choso who ushers you up stairs into the nearest bedroom, locking the door behind him

possessive ! choso who kisses you roughly as soon as he gets his hands on you

“such a needy slut huh ?” he mocks you, breathing heavily whilst you whine at him for more.

“shut the fuck up and kiss me choso,” you snap, dragging him back in for a longer, more heated makeout.

he moans against your lips and pushes you on the bed, “wanted this for so long princess.”

possessive ! choso leaving dark bites all over your exposed skin, warning off anyone who dared to come near you for the rest of the night

possessive ! choso undressing you swiftly then getting his phone out of his back pocket

“smile baby, want everyone to know who you belong to,” he mumbles, angling the camera over your body.

you comply with him, giving him a sweet, innocent smile.

“fuckkkk... i’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you,” he groans, the flash highlighting all your curves.

possessive ! choso who follows through on his words, giving you the most soul-shattering orgasm of your life

possessive ! choso who sets that picture as his lock screen when he’s done so he can always stare at your beautiful body and face

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

Hi! Can I request some headcannons for yandere Transformers One Starscream? With the reader who is also apart of the High Guard, the reader’s personality is sweet, kind, and bubbly. Thank you for reading this!

(づ￣ 3￣)づ Oh, that fine mech of a guard,,, Starscream,,,

(TFO) Yandere!Starscream w/ a High Guard!Cybertronian!Reader (HCs)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, marking. Reader is gender neutral and a cybertronian (alt mode not mentioned).

TFO!Starscream's path to become a yandere is a slow burn one.

You two met when you and him started to work as part of the High Guard and in the beginning Starscream would have highly doubted you because of your personality.

Sweet, kind, bubbly - a walking ray of sunshine. How the frag did you manage to become both a potential candidate to be part of the High Guard and actually part of it?

Starscream kept his doubts to himself - as much as he wanted to call out your personality, he decided to let time tell if you were actually worthy and capable to be part of the High Guard or not. After all, he had to focus on himself and his new job.

"I really hope we get to be part of the same squad, Starscream!" You said with your bright smile, optics holding sparkles as you looked at the seeker.

Staring at you for a moment, Starscream looked away to hide the light blue hue appearing on his cheekplates "... I hope so, too."

How funny destiny works - it was your sweet personality that made the seeker slooowly fall in love with you.

No matter how harsh the day was, how tiring the tasks were - you always kept your smile and supported the others. And by Primus, you knew how to fight when needed! It made Starscream's spark sigh.

With Soundwave's and Shockwave's support (and constant call out about his crush on you), Starscream would have been the one to start the relationship, courting you and proving himself to be the perfect potential conjux for you and only you.

He makes sure to let the others know you are his, you are taken, he has his optics on you and that he will not step back. He is going to become an unstoppable force.

His yandere traits would have started to come out to the light in that courting phase, even more if there was another bot that was also trying to court you - my TFO!Starscream would be a possessive, territorial yandere.

I don't think he would have played dirty to get to become your conjux, this mech would have proved himself to be better than any other bot that tried to court you. Strong, a mech that works hard, intelligent, but that's sweet and shows his love for you whenever he gets to hold your servo and whisper you how much he loves you.

When you accepted to take him as your conjux, with that precious laugh full of joy and tears of happiness in your precious optics, you both decided to finally complete the conjux ritus in the following cycles.

Alas, as destiny brought you together, it also decided to be cruel - because both of you didn't got to meet that dreamed day of celebrating becoming each others conjux endura, since the killing of the Primes happened that horrible day...

After you all, or the ones that got to escape and hide from the Quintessons and the corrupted guards that followed Sentinel, in the middle of the night, everyone mourned.

As you cried your optics out and hugged your legs against your chestplate, Starscream held you close, letting you hide your faceplate against his shoulder as his servos caressed the back of your helm.

Your dreams of a peaceful Cybertron free of the Quintesson's wrath, the fact that now your people was doomed with the loss of the 13 Primes and the Matrix, the loss of many of your guard friends and the even bigger loss of your home, of not being able to come back to Iacon - it broke you.

And it broke Starscream too.

To hear your cries it made his spark clench and a need to destroy everything make his whole frame shake.

He would kill Sentinel the moment he got to place his servos on that traitor - for having the Primes and many of his teammates get killed, for having team up with the Quintessons - and for having made you cry and mourn.

"Starscream - what- what we are we gonna do?" You cried softly. The seeker gently snuggled his helm against yours, managing to bring you comfort and make your sobs soften.

"We'll keep fighting. We'll remain in the shadows but keep fighting, do anything to make him fall in front of the Quintessons and then avenge our fallen Primes. And I promise, after that, we'll see our Cybertron bloom in pride and joy again, and become conjux endura of the other, as we wished to." He promised in whispers, kissing your forehelm and letting you recharge in his arms, safe and sound.

He never lets you out of his sight, letting the fear slowly eat him alive at the idea of losing you.

Holds you closely whenever you decide to take a break from smiling - you've tried to keep that bubbly, kind personality of yours even after the tragedy... and it makes Starscream want to end it all, his poor, precious sweetspark. You shouldn't be suffering like this.

He will make Sentinel suffer for having tainted your precious, gentle spark.

Starscream would start to develop a need to mark you - and you let him, it grounds you and it makes him feel his spark set on fire to keep going, to keep fighting in your name.

As he sits on his throne back in the hideout, you sit on his lap, and when your smile wavers and your optics fill with tears after coming back from patrolling and stealth missions, he kisses your tears away.

"Don't cry, my love. We'll get our revenge, and we'll be free."

Hope y'all liked it! (❁´◡`❁) Vhaos out!

[floylia]

# MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾

21. Waves are worth chasing 💌

Lights on in a crowded room, with people you barely know—luck chose to frown at you today.

The speakers vibrate through the floor as you make your way inside Kaveh’s place. Navia carefully maneuvers her desserts tray around the bodies of those she doesn’t recognize—upperclassmen and underclassmen alike.

You forgot how many people Kaveh knows.

No matter how tight, the apartment stretches with thick air of spilled alcohol and cheap perfume. You spot Kaeya, sprawled out on a table with a smirk on his face as he crashes the group playing a card game. Then, you watch Thoma laughing intently at something the Kamisato siblings said, before finally stumbling across the birthday celebrant himself, cladded in shades of green and red with a party had that said: Getting laid.

“Hey!” You hug Kaveh who squeezes you back with unrelenting force, “Happy Birthday! Me and Navia got you something. Open it later!”

“Thank you! Finally, some adults in this house,” His dramatic sigh makes you giggle as he ushers you to grab a meal—and who are you to refuse?

In the midst of drunken chatter and overlapping noises your eyes can’t help but search for another pair, ones that reminds you that oceans aren’t scary—that waves are worth chasing. Yet as you pass by each crack and corridors, no figure dressed in shades of orange and blue welcome you with a familiar warmth.

Instead, you recognized a voice, written in the past.

“[Y/N]?”

You don’t turn, indulging yourself in the cookies Navia baked earlier. The sweetness was perfect on the tongue, but the enjoyment doesn’t last.

With the last bite, you turned around, “I didn’t see you.”

I wished it stayed that way.

Kazuha smiles and it’s as sweet as the maple trees he used to sit under. Standing with him up close, slaps you with nostalgia. An aggressive force painting a picture softer than the truth.

You had imagined meeting him in a different circumstance. One where your heavy heart weights you down until you drag him with you so he can feel the guilt of causing you pain—the ache of keeping your secrets sacred, and promises of paradise only to leave because that’s what he does best.

To leave without words despite being a poet.

Maybe that’s what writers do best. String words together to form a fabricated lie and fulfill a fantasy everyone can get lost in.

And yet, here you are, content and without regret of reading that story he wrote months ago. Because for the first time in a while, you smile at him with a taste of freedom.

“It’s been a while. It looks like you’re not as upset at me as our last messages before,” Kazuha says as he runs a hand through his gray hair—a habit he picked up whenever he’s nervous.

You nod, “Yeah.”

And this is the difference. You would’ve chased the words, sought out ways to keep him entertained, to keep the conversation running.

But you just let it die.

“Did you come here with your boyfriend?” He asks, carefully drinking from his red solo cup.

It’s an innocent question. It should be. The problem is, you don’t have a boyfriend. But you know exactly who he’s referring to—and that pulls a tug at your chest.

Not the face of the person who dropped your heart.

But the lack of presence from the one who picked it up.

“No,” You lie, maintaining the facade with a bright smile, “But he’ll probably arrive soon. He’s one of Kaveh’s closest friend.”

You hope he doesn’t notice the uncertainty of your voice. You’re not even sure if he’s coming, much less where he is.

“I thought I saw him earlier,” He scratches his head, “But I might be mistaken. Not every ginger gets up-close and personal with everyone they bump into,” He avoids your eyes as you decipher the meaning behind his words, before shrugging, “Then again, I don’t know the boundaries of your relationship.”

“What are you getting at?”

He chuckles, and it’s not because he finds it funny, rather he’s unsure of himself, “Ignore me. I’m just… not in the right mindset at the moment.”

“Sure,” You say before turning away and leaving Kazuha behind, right where he belongs.

But the shadow of his implications gnaw at the back of your mind as you melt back into the party.

NOTES:

so um.. hello 👋

SYNOPSIS: There’s a line Childe knows he shouldn’t cross; A line built on years of friendship; A line that happens to cross you, his best friend’s younger sister, grieving her first love; A line where he plays savior, wears a halo, then feign ignorance, because love is a game for fools—and he happens to be the biggest idiot when it comes to love.

When a new stranger invades your life and an old poet writes back

CHILDE x FEM!READER

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[taelortot]

The Sun and the Moon

Part zero: Introduction (four screenshots and drabble)

Characters are in college!!!!!

Megumi Fushiguro was not known to be the most patient person in the world. Growing irritated with those who took up too much of the allotted time he allowed for. This would apply to basically everything— getting ready for the day, deciding on what to order at restaurants, perusing the grocery store when only going in for one item— and the list goes on and on. His patience was limited, growing thinner and thinner as the days passed. Megumi was also not known to be the sweetest man in the world, no no no. Quite the opposite really. Snapping at those who interrupted him, growing angry with people who got off task, and frustrated when no one could pay attention for more than 5 minutes.

That applied to everyone. Everyone he’s ever interacted with his whole life. Everyone who has looked his way.

Everyone except y/n.

It baffled his friends. Seriously throwing them through a loop that the man who yelled at them for speaking over him, was now allowing this petite girl to interrupt him to say the clouds look pretty.

“They do, baby” he would smile, turning his full attention to his girlfriend, taking in her beauty as she looked towards the sky.

Huffs and sighs coming from his friends, eyerolls and arms crossing as Megumi allowed his girlfriend to point out little shapes she saw in the puffy white clouds.. instead of continuing to discuss the plan for the mission they were going on in a few days. When his attention eventually returns to where it should have been, his hands always find their way to the girl who is sitting as patiently as she can. Holding her hand in his, calloused thumb brushing over the pretty promise ring he purchased a few months ago. Or one hand on the back of her neck, fingertips massaging her skin, running his fingers through her soft vanilla scented hair.

It wasn’t always like this. It took time. It took time to realize she was always going to be 20 minutes late no matter how early she started getting ready because— “I couldn’t decide between this pink skirt or the other one” or “I couldn’t find my wedges so I had to change my whole outfit to match these ones” and Megumis favorite “I lost my cherry lip gloss that you love so much so I had to find it, doesn’t it taste good?”

So he learned to be patient with her. Only because y/n is hands down the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. AND, she always gave him road head when they are running late to make it up to him.

Oh and he’s so fucking in love with her it’s stupid.

So fucking in love with the vanilla scented girl.

Sweet and syrupy. Sticky and warm. Like sugar cookies and waiting for Santa to come down the chimney.

Giving Megumi a taste at the childhood y/n insists he should have had.

At first Megumi couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that y/n was definitely not all there—In a constant state of carefree living. At first, he truly wondered if she was dropped on her head a few times—only because the shit that came from her mouth were absurd most of the time.

“Do you think if I pet raccoon I could train him to dance?”

“I really wish I could see an alien and ask it if they like ice cream— oh my god what if they don’t even have ice cream? Should I buy some just in case they visit me tonight?”

“Do you think your puppies can smell when I’m sad?”

And that list goes on and on and on. Mostly consisting of questions Megumi has now learned how to answer. Even if the answers don’t make sense.

"I'm pretty sure he could learn to dance, sweet girl."

"What flavor do you think they would like, baby?"

"I think they can sense your emotions, pretty girl"

When I say it took time for Megumi to really understand y/n, I mean it took TIME. But, after finding out the girl has severe adhd, it all made sense. Now he can sit back and enjoy that funny things she does.

As well as relishing in the comfort she gives him. It's like no other. How understanding she is, how she cares for him, how she takes care of him in ways he cannot comprehend. No one has ever taken the time to understand him, to REALLY understand him. Growing fiercely protective of his baby, keeping her safe from those who wish to tear her down in any way they could.

"you're not stupid, pretty girl. they are just jealous of how beautiful you are"

Now... that's always a touchy topic for y/n. Sure, the girl may be a bit ditzy and unaware-- but, why would she need to have a brain when Megumi could do all the thinking for her? A word Megumi heard a lot was 'bimbo', a word he had to look up after some frat guy called y/n that. And... while that might be correct, Megumi didn't see anything wrong with that. Well, the only issue he had was that every person who saw y/n sexualized her. Other than that, he had no issue with how naive and attractive she is. Always making sure to grab a handful of her tits whenever any male looked at her chest a little too long. Earning a giggle and a-- "Gumi, that tickles!"

God she was so innocent. And soooo in love with her boyfriend of 1 year.

There was something about the way she looked at him. A twinkle in her eye or something. It started from when she first made eye contact with him, as if the word stopped and he was all that mattered.

As if he's the one who drags the stars out of the dark every night.

As if he is the reason the moon shines so bright in the dead of night.

Or maybe Megumi was the moon to her. Illuminating the dark to guide her home, keeping her safe from what lurks in the shadows.

Like the way the moon influences the tides with its gravitational pull, Megumi pulled her in whatever direction was best for her. And no matter what, with Megumi by her side, she knew there would always be another bight night.

Another night to sleep safely.

Another night to hear the owl's hoot.

Another night to stay up late talking to the love of her life.

Just another night to be with him.

His little innocent girl— well mostly innocent. The things he’s done to her would surly send them both to hell.

But!! We can discuss that later.

Anyway, there isn’t one thing Megumi wouldn’t do for y/n. He would go to the ends of the earth just to see that pretty smile. While he remained standing with a cool and calm exterior, his body vibrates when he sees his girl. His chest on fire when he sees her smile. Oh god, and don’t get him started on her laugh. When he dies, he hopes that’s the last thing he hears.

It’s like on a semi cloudy day, the way the sun peaks out from behind the clouds, shining rays bursting through to create the most elegant shadows. Or when the sun shines down on painted glass, a mosaic of colors dancing on the sidewalk.

Maybe she’s just the sun.. maybe y/n is Megumis' sun. The thing that keeps him warm, the thing he needs every single day to survive, the light in his dark heart, reminding him that there will always be another day.

Another day to see the sun.

Another day to hear bird chirping.

Another day to be see the love of his life.

Another day to kiss her.

Another day to hold her.

Just another day with y/n.

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[marsbutterfly]

Nerd Hanji head cannons??? Absolutely smart and top of her class no social life? Pulls Y/N??? Erwin, Levi and Moblit are like is Reader blind???? Fluffy nerdy shit I eat that up and let me tell you I’m STARVING

Headcanons: Nerd! Hanji Zoe

a/n: i've had these ready for about a week or so but for some reason i haven't posted them? idk, but i do hope you enjoy heh i had fun.

warnings: none. this is pure fluff. | tagging: @wizzy21

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has been your close friend since the two of you were young. They were always a bit awkward and going around studying frogs or collecting rocks, but you were always following closely behind with a pencil sharpener and a box of band-aids.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who used to tutor you in their free time. Their favorite subjects had always been the most difficult ones: chemistry, physics and math. So they would always do everything in their power to make the subjects more interesting or, at the very least, easier for you to understand.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has done your homework for you more times than you could count. Some times because you were sick, some because you were getting frustrated and aggravated and some of them in exchange for some of your baking. So they would sit on the kitchen counter as you would bake them cookies, cakes, whatever they were craving that day.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has always been class president for as long as they were allowed to run. They were constantly trying their best to make sure everyone in class was happy and also having their concerns being heard. They ran unopposed for over five years, mainly because there was nobody else who could have done a better job than them.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who deletes all of their social media every time they have an exam coming up. No matter how many times you tell them that they could easily just delete the app, they will not listen to you because they say they're tempted to just "download it" again.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has had a crush on you for years but never did anything about it. They wanted to ask you out for so long but didn't for two reasons. Number one is that they didn't think you felt the same way and, number two, because they wanted to wait until you both got to college and had an idea of what you were looking to do for the rest of your life.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who was the joke of the group multiple times but they still couldn't understand that they were being teased for your feelings about them, not the other way around.

❀ Nerd! Hanji Nerd hanji who excels in absolutely everything that they do but are completely oblivious to your feelings for them until you straight up kiss them after a day out together. You were already considering it a date, they thought the two of you were just hanging out before college started. They didn't complain one bit, though.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who doesn't pay attention to how they look, especially when you go out together. They will keep their hair in a messy ponytail, wear the same pair of old crocs and the same taped pair of broken glasses.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who gets you a scholarship to your dream college so the two of you can study together. They will change their entire life plan that they have had since they were a child just to spend time with you, much to their parents' dismay.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who constantly helps you study for your exams because they have absolutely nothing to worry about for themselves and they want you to achieve only the best you can.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who set the curve for the grades too high so they are lowkey disliked by most of their classmates. They don't really care though, the only person they care about is how you feel about them. And you love them to bits.

❀ Nerd! Hanji has an internship at a very prestigious laboratory and is already being considered for a full-time position by the time they graduate.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who constantly sends you pictures of funny looking bacteria they find. They find random shapes and immediately whip out their phone (which they are very much not allowed to do but they get so excited that they can't help it.)

❀ Nerd! Hanji who constantly needs to buy new pens and pencils because they are often biting the back of it or the cap. They have come home with blue or black ink on their lips more times than you can count on one hand.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who sometimes forgets to eat so you always bring them food regardless of where they are. They always blush and tell you not to trouble yourself with these kinds of things but you can't help it. Knowing that they are using all that brain power with no fuel makes your heart ache. So you always give them extra food and water.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who tilts their head when they are thinking about stuff. They do it regardless if they are at work or if they are at home. So you just know they could be looking for a bacteria in a sample or for the extra block of cheese in the back of the fridge, the look is the same.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who doodles your name all over their notepads over and over, to the point where they have to force themselves out of that mind space, otherwise they can't focus.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who looks at you and only you. No matter how old the two of you are, they are always in love with you. And they are always yapping about some video game or book, not that you mind, of course. You never did.

[sos717]

Hey again,

First I want to preface by saying, I am amazed at the response from my last post. I’m so happy to see so many messages that say it helped them understand it better, butttt…

Since the last post had gained allot of attention, so did my inbox lol, and the asks. I’m going to try and go over the main points I saw allot of you guys asking me and hopefully we can move on from there and clear things up.

A really big question I got funny enough was,

“okay I understand but how do I manifest”

lol you guyssss, I’m not gonna bash anyone because I really do understand the drastic change from dropping the reliance we have on the way things APPEAR to be, and swapping it to relying on ourself for trust, but I will say, what I write is what I’ve already lived through, I wouldn’t give anyone this information if it hadn’t worked for me, and that’s means I’ve shown myself the way this all works, HUNDREDS of times, with an insane variety of topics and aspects of my life, so when I say, please please try to READ the content and truly recognize what it means, I mean it in a way that is with complete certainty, because I’m not just telling you a practice that you pick up at one point of life and either get it or don’t get it.

I’m showing you reality

(oooo I’m already getting excited)

So, how can manifestation be explained?

Let’s take a look at all the aspects of experience when we talk about manifestation, because after all, we are here to choose our experience, but this is actually where our first point starts, you are always choosing the experience. Let’s look at this section first.

We all know, whether we come from LOA (Both kinds) or just have the general idea of manifestation/energy, etc, there is always at some point the topic of source.

And what you’ll notice is, every practice, method, technique, ritual, ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS puts YOU as the focal point. Do you truly think this is coincidence? Is it a coincidence that a vision board is something that you look at? Is it a coincidence that affirming or visualizing is something YOU do? Is it a coincidence that scripting, writing a note, whispering in the air, everything you could possibly think of always has to be something you initiate? No absolutely not.

What I just described is incredibly important for you to understand, and yes I will get to the aspect of feelings how to move forward in life while activating new stories and ideas, but when I say I regret not taking the time to truly understand how IT WAS ABOUT ME BEING SOURCE, I really mean it.

We get so caught up in experiencing and needing and feel overwhelmed by the shit everyone has programmed us to believe which always ends up being limiting.

But one thing that is so badly flawed is that there is never and in depth look at what it means to be source.

I mean this should be the main focus of manifestation, the fact that you are source, but because we become so focused on the world, we turn away from the most important aspect of experience. What I’m about to explain actually goes far beyond right now, it goes ALLLLL the way back…

There is only one source, going back to the beginning of the entire universe, can you try to imagine what’s there? You’d probably come up with just a vast nothingness, but at the same time, you’d be able to recognize that there had to have been something to introduce all of experience right?

Well let’s do this together, let’s imagine the moments before the universe was initiated, in this formless, void, yet no dimensions, no description, no sign of anything actually, but definitely something, some type of thing that has to be here, from which reality takes course.

I think you can see where we’re going, all that is there, is this presence, no identity or sign of personality, but absolutely there. This is source. “Wait then how am I source” you might askkkk, well okay let’s find out how you ARE this source.

When I ask “are you aware” and you of course say yes, I need you to go ahead and find out where the answer yes came from. And not just, “it came from me”, yes we know, but find it, trace the idea back to its origin.

Your going to come up with what you can’t describe

The answer of you being aware of your own existence comes from, a formless nondimensional space, it has no identity, it has no name, it has no appearance, no attributes at all, you could almost mistake it for a void, but as you sit there, coming “face to face” with this empty space that all of your claims, all of your ideas, all aspects of your identity come from, there’s something that is present. It is a presence. It is not a thing, but from this comes absolutely anything and everything that you claim to be true about the world, about experience, about your identity, etc.

That silent presence is source, but more importantly it’s your true identity, the real you.

So what is all of this then? How do we explain the experience part of this?

Let’s speed this up a bit

Now, this part might get a little complicated if you don’t take some time to understand it, like pleaseeee take your time and re-read it a hundred times if you have to.

So, there are a few aspects that stem from source, one of these being perception, and another being sensations, we don’t need to get into the details too hard for these to so I just want you to understand it as “Sense-Perception”. This is just a fancy way to describe the WAY we experience reality, NOT REALITY ITSELF, VERY IMPORTANT.

Feeling, Tasting, Touching, Seeing, Hearing, Smelling, and whatever else you can think of (I think that’s all) ARE FILTERS. It is through the limitations of this filter that you experience your own being, conciousness.

I need you to imagine source, there is no perceiving no attributes, just a vast nothingness, it is full of life and energy which is the starting point for all of existence, but it is not a singular thing.

This is knowing. The very simple effortless thing that you are. From knowing comes absolutely everything and anything.

Let’s take white teeth as an example. So you now know, “white teeth”. However, this is just that, just knowing it, not perceiving it, not touching, not hearing, none of that. But I need you to know that this is infinitely more above any sense or really just anything to ever exist for that matter because it’s source, it’s you.

Now here comes the magic

What would be the result if we added Sense-Perception into/onto knowing? If you not only knew “white teeth” but also saw it? Also heard it? Also could smell, taste, touch, it? Could feel it?

You get what we call the world, no?

You see, the ways we perceive source/ourself is like a VR headset, or glass, or a sheet, and once it’s added to the equation, whatever it is that source is activating/manifesting as, is then experience by source THROUGH/WITH perception.

The part that can be confusing is addressing what currently is perceived. Well, it’s incredibly simple.

We’ve been conditioned into thinking that the senses activating knowing, this is literally just false to begin with because we don’t require senses to know.

For example, you opening your bank account and seeing a balance IS NOT THE REASON to activate the idea “I don’t have enough money” or “I’m can’t overspend”, don’t believe me? then explain why your able to think the same things without looking at your bank account?

If it truly was seeing your bank account that validated the idea, then why are you capable of even knowing anything related to your money story without looking at your bank statements?? It should not be possible without the validation of the senses right?

You shouldn’t be able to think about how poor you are when you’re in the shower, at work, before you sleep.

But it’s possible because what you know is in no way associated or reliant with what is seen. And having the information about what source is should make you hesitant to ever activate a story that doesn’t please you again. You are too comfortable in the cycle your in. I’m sorry if that’s a little harsh.

If we go back to perception being the filter that source experiences its own activity with, you realize that the only thing that ever changes is what’s known. The world is a SIDE EFFECT of VIEWING whats known, LET ME SAY THAT AGAIN.

YOU ARE SOURCE, YOU CREATE, THE WORLD IS WHAT HAPPENS AS A SIDE AFFECT OF PERCIEVING WHAT YOU ARE.

This has absolutely nothing to do with making or forcing things to change, the only thing that changes is you! This is about the way reality works. Not a how to guide on “getting it all”.

Now for the next part, THIS DOES NOT TURN OFF.

When I say that the senses do not create but, YOU DO, that means always!!! So looking in the mirror and complaining about your skin or eye color or nose is not going to ever activate any idea, BECAUSE YOU ARE DOING THE ACTIVATING. Don’t you see?? ITS COMING FROM YOU.

The senses CANT create, they SENSE, they perceive what reality is being! They perceive what IS KNOWN.

They can never ever ever be the cause for what is known. Looking at your teeth cannot create the knowing “my teeth are so yellow” BECAUSE YOU DO. YOU CAN DO THE SAME WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED YOU CAN DO THE SAME UNDERWATER, IN THE SHOWER, IN BED, IN THE E.R, WHATEVER IT IS YOU KNOW IS WHAT REALITY IS, AND THIS IS WHATS PERCEIVED, The side affect of percieving “my teeth are yellow”?? Well you tell me what that would be? EXACTLY.

Understand it like this, if the story or idea I’m about to activate right now could be seen, heard, touched, or just perceived in any way, what would it look/sound like? Do you see what this is now?

When you realize that you are source, allot of things start making more sense, the teachers and videos saying it’s all about you, start making sense, but they make it sound like the world is something you CHANGE as if it exists on its own, NO!

The world is the result of what KNOWING is, when it’s perceived.

At no point does this stop being true, so when you go “my teeth are white” this is reality, this is what will be perceived, but if you decide to go into habit and activate “my teeth are yellow”, there is no different process, this is what will be perceived. There is no bias to reality.

The starting point will always and can only be what’s known, the rest is automatic, as it’s always been, the only difference is, you have been activating things that you don’t like, and because this is source, all that will be perceived is what you know, so if it’s about money, or love, business, school, understand, THE MOMENT, you know something, IT IS REALITY!!!! IM NOT EXAGGERATING.

Don’t confuse the world as if it is its own entity or source, no, it’s a side effect or perceiving, NOT something you’re trying to control.

I want you see it for yourself, this information will not be of any use if you don’t see for yourself.

Please please remember. What’s perceived is not a story, it is not an idea, it’s not telling you what reality is, it’s only that, perception, it’s the same thing as looking at a brick wall for information, it cannot and will never be source, notice where the stories activate when you react to the world, and recognize that it’s something that you know, a feeling cannot stop knowing, NOTHING CAN, ITS SOURCE!

Okay, I’m sorry if this is a bit confusing at first, this is a very alternate view of the way we’ve been taught what reality is, and I know you might have allot more questions, I’m more than willing to answer them, but till then, please read this post or my past post again

(Yes im rambling, im very sleep deprived rn)

[stollengoods]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

REQ. Nam-gyu Fluff~

Nam-gyu x gn! Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Nam-gyu is angry, rude, and selfish. Y/n is optimistic, strong, and kind. If you guys are complete opposites, why does he find himself so entranced by you ? Perhaps you two aren’t all that different after all…

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Nam-gyu didn’t know what it was about you that made him drawn to you. Of course, you are very good-looking, anyone can see that. Nam-gyu didn’t care for that though, he’s seen tones of attractive people before but none seem to catch his attention like you did.

The way you smiled, your kind eyes. You weren’t deceitful or rude and you especially weren’t selfish. You cared about the other people around you and treated them like human beings not just money bags.

Unlike himself, who felt bitter and angry at the world. He constantly would get into fights and arguments just to let off some steam. He wasn’t the type of guy to shy away from conflict, in fact he welcomed it.

“I know you’re not fucking talking about my hair.” Se-mi spat at Nam-gyu who was casually eating his food.

He put his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying, the way it’s styled, makes you look greasy.”

Se-mi let out a humorless laugh, “Can you believe this guy ?” She asked turning to you and pointing her thumb at Nam-gyu.

You just smiled at her not saying anything, they bickered like siblings and you couldn’t help but be amused by it.

“You’re one to talk with your fucked up bob. Who cut it ? Edward scissors hands ?” She retorted.

He narrowed his eyes, running a hand through the back of his hair. “It’s not that bad. Plus you try cutting your own damn hair, it ain’t easy.”

“Not that bad, huh ? But you have the nerve to come at me with hair advice ?” Se-mi then turned to you again, “What do you think y/n ?”

You made eye contact with her, “About what ?”

She tilted her head in Nam-gyu’s direction, “His haircut. It’s fucked right ?”

You looked over to Nam-gyu who glared at Se-mi but didn’t say anything as he awaited your response.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it, I think it looks nice.” You commented.

Nam-gyu laughed clapping his hands together, “Hah ! Take that you greasy looking rat !” Nam-gyu shouted.

“Bite me.” Se-mi replied, giving him the finger.

“You don’t have to be so nice y/n.” She said to you as her voice got louder and louder, “If someone looks like they were fed head first into a garbage disposal you should let them know.”

You looked over at Nam-gyu to see his reaction and surprisingly he didn’t seem all that much upset. He just chuckled at her response and smiled at you once you guys had made eye contact.

He could see why everyone liked you, it was impossible for you to have enemies he thought. Unless they were jealous of you; you were easy on the eyes, funny, sweet, and nice. But even people who tried to not like you couldn’t stand a chance… they’d eventually give into you.

Nam-gyu knows because he’s tried to hate you. Not for any reason in particular, he just came into the games with a winning mindset. He could care less about people and their feelings.

But you seemed genuine.

That’s what really started his fascination with you. The fact that despite everything that was going on around you, you never let it seem to get to you. At first he thought it was a facade you were portraying to deceive people into trusting you so you could attack them when their guards were down.

He soon quickly realized how wrong he was once shit got real. After everyone found out that you only get money if people die, he saw a lot of people reveal their true selves. Either they turned dark or were scared for their lives but you were neither of the two.

You were still the same sweet, overly positive person from before the games had started. Of course you were a bit shaken up, you all were. You seemed to hide it better than the others as you comforted people like Min-su who were having panic attacks.

Nam-gyu could read you like a book because you guys were one and the same. The only difference was Nam-gyu took his pain & hurt and released it back out into the world, while you kept it all to yourself. You had to be seething on the inside, is what Nam-gyu constantly thought, to make himself feel better.

He didn’t know how you did it, which is the main reason why he was memorized by you. He didn’t have to know your background to see that you have been through just as much shit as he has or worse.

He could just tell by the way you carried yourself, the way you spoke to people; he just knew by how much of a connection he felt for you, that something so horrible or maybe even multiple horrible horrible things have happened to you and you didn’t want those things to define you or shape you into a monster like himself.

He admired that about you, you took the hard way in life. Despite being treated unfairly you still trudged on forward, while he took the easy way out in life. He let his anger and jealousy get the better of him, let it eat him alive, he thrived on it.

Spite was the only thing that kept him going all these years. If it wasn’t for that, he would just be overwhelmed with dejection. At least with anger he had the motivation to get shit done.

But he didn’t like being this way and deep down he knew he wasn’t the monster he so desperately was trying to portray to everyone. And after meeting you, he’s felt another emotion that he’s long since forgetten: Hope.

It was weird when he first felt that sense of hope, like he wasn’t doomed to a life full of misery. That people like himself could be nice and caring to others.

From then on, he made it his mission, that while you guys were stuck in here; he was going to do everything in his power to keep you safe and eventually learn how he can grow into a better person just like you.

[hannahssimblr]

I am helping Gitte in the kitchen. The extractor fan roars, and everywhere there are spills, a toppled bag of sugar, a sticky puddle of redcurrant jelly, bay leaves, onion skins and needles of rosemary litter the floor underfoot. I open the oven to a billowing waft of steam. “I think the thing is ready.”

“The potatoes or the pork?”

“The pork thing. What’s it called again?”

“We can call it roast pork for you.”

“Yes, but what’s the proper name?”

Gitte chuckles and pulls an oven glove over her hand. “We say Flæskesteg, but you don’t need to.”

“Flæskesteg,” I murmur it, and Astrid’s sisters laugh. They can’t contain themselves each time I attempt something in Danish. “Oh, it’s wrong!” they’ll cry, delighted by my ineptitude. “Not like that,” and they’ll make me repeat a word, four, fives times until it is right. It feels like blind luck. My ear cannot pick up on the tiny discrepancies, and I won’t remember the right way in ten seconds, but I enjoy entertaining them. The Christmas-eve-dinner clown. 

“Now say ‘rødgrød med fløde’,” says Mia, the middle sister, taking a knife to the red cabbage, and behind her comes an exasperated groan from Astrid. “God, stop bringing that up. He cannot say it. How long will it be funny to you?”

“It’s alright,” I interject swiftly. “It’s good for me to learn. If I want to really know who Astrid is, then I should know her in her native language, so… every little helps.”

“How romantic,” says Pernille, the eldest, distracted as she pries her eight-month-old’s fist from her earring. “And what have you learned so far?”

I grin, self-indulgent. “Vi snakkes ved.”

Everyone applauds, and I bow. 

“That’s just something he’s heard me say on the phone,” says Astrid in this apologetic voice, as though personally responsible for my total incapacity for languages. “I’ve been teaching him more, but many of the sounds are difficult.”

“Like teaching a baby, then,” Mia says. “You go through the alphabet sound by sound.” 

I smile at the infant behind her, drool all over his chin while Pernille bounces him on her hip. “We’re in this together, you and me. Right, Felix?”

He gurgles. 

“Ah, my phone,” Pernille says, reaching for her pocket. The baby squirms. “Hold him, won’t you, Astrid?”

My girlfriend pales. “Oh, well–”

“Just for a moment. Take him.”

Astrid holds him at arm’s length. Her chubby, giggling nephew kicks the feet buttoned inside his bodysuit. She grimaces. “Hey.”

Mia calls after Pernille. “It’s Jacob?”

“Ha! No,” she shoulders through the door and into the hallway.

Gitte purses her lips. “Hold him correctly, Astrid. With his head supported.”

“I don’t know how,” she whines. “I’m not good with babies. They don’t like me.”

“Nonsense.”

“They don’t,” Mia snipes. “They are born with an instinct about her.” 

“Oh, give him to me,” Gitte abandons her saucepan and marches to retrieve the baby. “Look, like this,” she says, holding him against her chest. “Really, Astrid, it is not difficult.”

She shrugs. “Okay, sorry. I just don’t know.” She joins me in the kitchen, muttering to herself as she washes her hands in the sink. Her movements are short and jerky, yanking open the drawer, pots and pans clanging as she pulls one free. Whack onto the stove, ignitor clicking, blue flame roaring to life, but I am happy watching her. She’s more real here, in Denmark, than she has ever seemed before. Astrid, with that pouty face, talking back to her mother. The tone of voice she uses — she never uses that around me. In Berlin, she is so cool and indifferent, keeps the world at an arm’s length, impassive, unphased, but here she is something else completely. 

Yesterday, when we arrived, I zeroed in immediately on a childhood photo hung in the hallway. Little Astrid with a shock of white hair, sitting in a paddling pool in a pink swimming costume. “Oh my God, look!” I said. “Proof you used to be a child. I’ve rumbled you, Larsen. You thought you had me fooled.”

“Oh, stop,” she said. “I hate that picture. I’ll go through the house and take them all down if you can’t contain your excitement.”

I found more later anyway, in the study, among the books on shelves in the living room. Casual ones, candids of her finger painting at the kitchen table, or scowling in a photography studio at eleven, maybe twelve, that awkward age where a child becomes conscious of themselves, gap toothed with braces, shrinking away from the lens. I wanted to take a photo on my phone just to prove it was real. 

“I hope you aren’t missing your family too much today,” Pernille says, at dinner, now, the table flanked on three sides by windows so coated in condensation from our cooking that they have obscured the expansive view of the fjord. At four, the sun is mostly gone, and we sit in candlelight. 

“No, I’m delighted to be here, actually.” I scoop potatoes onto my plate. “Christmas at home is always the same thing, and I get fairly tired of it. It’s pretty cool to learn about other traditions.”

“Well, your family will miss you, I’m sure,” says Gitte, and I nod. “Yes, I’m sure they will.”

At the head of the table, in his high chair, Felix gurgles with delight. His pureed food smeared on his face, on his bib and on the tray. He decides to eat it off without his hands, and Pernille tuts, “Oh, Felix,” she says, and soothes him with gentle Danish as she attacks him with a wet wipe. Gitte watches on with adoration.

“Your first Christmas with a baby in the house for quite a while,” I comment. 

“Ah!” she says. “Yes. I love babies. They are wonderful to have around.”

“Lucky for us, you stopped at three,” Mia says. “This house hardly fit us as it was.”

“It fit the babies, but maybe not quite the personalities.”

I’ve got Felix’s attention now, pulling stupid faces at him. My peekaboo skills excite him so much he is bouncing around in his seat, hands waving about like he wants to applaud me but doesn’t know how yet. I add in some sound effects to up the ante, all sorts of “yoop!” noises to accompany the visual comedy. He laughs with sheer glee. Joyful little shrieks. 

“See?” Astrid says, throwing an exasperated hand. “I do that for him, and he doesn’t like it. He just looks away from me, completely bored.”

“He knows you don’t mean it. And by the way, you don’t do that.” Mia circles the tines of her fork in my direction. “Definitely not so energetically.” 

“Well, I’ve made faces for him. I’ve tried.”

“You’ve never made a face so expressive in your whole life. Maybe you’ve gone so far as to grant him a weak smile with your mouth closed, but that is all.”

“I have certainly smiled, Mia. I know how to smile.”

“Well, I am sure you are used to it being enough to get a man’s attention, but you might have to actually try with an infant.”

Gitte shuts her eyes and clutches her forehead as though wrestling a migraine. “Please don’t argue. Not today.”

I roll a potato around the centre of my plate. “If it makes you feel better, it’s kind of something you learn. If you haven’t been around babies that much, then I can imagine it’s hard to know what to do. To be honest, I kind of know babies, so.”

Pernille, then. “You have babies in your family?”

“No, not right now, but my sister is quite a lot younger, so I’m used to the whole baby thing. Actually, sometimes I still kind of forget she’s not a baby, like, I used to be giving her bottles and spooning pureed food into her mouth and now she’s, like, painting her nails and going to the cinema without parental supervision.”

“And what age?”

“She turned eleven in September, so there’s nine years between us.”

“She was a surprise baby?” says Mia, and I huff out a laugh. “Well, no. I was the surprise. She was the plan.”

“Oh.”

“It’s fine. I’m not, like, upset about being accidental. It’s just the facts.”

“So, are your parents married?”

Astrid interrupts before I can reply. “It’s not polite to ask personal questions. Jude doesn’t want to talk about that.”

I hesitate, awkward about being spoken for, but shrug at Mia as the conversation moves swiftly on. This has become a pattern for Astrid and I, skirting around personal things, but never delving in deeply for fear of, I don’t know what. Vulnerability? Becoming too emotional about it all? I know the same level of detail about her life as she knows about mine. I know why her father isn’t here, about the acrimonious divorce, the other marriage, and the other child. There was the nameless stepfather, too, “our wicked stepfather,” come and gone within three years, leaving nothing much behind but a contempt in the sisters for American canned-laughter comedy shows and motorcycle enthusiasts. I don’t know how Astrid feels about that. Not really, but assume she doesn’t care. There are reasons, naturally, for her mutual contempt for Mia. But they are mysterious, sisterly reasons, too tedious to share. Astrid doesn’t bother to explain herself. Doesn’t need me on her side, when she already knows she’s right. 

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I want to thank the amazing @sirianasims for her help during this entire arc. I knew hardly anything about Denmark, and knew I had written myself into a corner when I decided to making Astrid Danish in Lucky Girl just for the hell of it - I never predicted a visit to her home. For teaching me about Christmas traditions and recipes, common baby names, tidbits of language, and helping me to understand what it feels like to be in Denmark, this arc would not be remotely accurate without Siri's guidance <3

[2009editingtips]

This is me begging you to wax poetic about Phil's hair

Phil's hair journey is something that can actually be so personal to me specifically.

So, we start with shaggy black emo hair Phil, where he's at university and basically out in the ways that matter to him (slutting it up on main, an icon). And he's got this plan for his life, right? He's going to school; he's got a semblance of an idea for the future. But he's a baby adult at best. And then he starts doing this YouTube thing. He puts all his weird/creative/extraness that had been looked down on for years out for the world to see. And people like it. They like him. They like him so much they give him a platform and job offers and new dreams to realize.

And that's actually terrifying because he has so much to lose now.

Going from the mostly carefree feeling of being himself, accepting himself, despite the culture, to feeling like the caveat to all his dreams coming true is that he has to take that joy, that self-love that took SO LONG to find, and keep it hidden. Not only that, he has to lie to everyone. All the time.

So then there's short black fringe Phil, who's in the closet, mentions his attraction to girls where he can, trying to cover his internet tracks. But people are persistent; boundaries aren't something he knows how to set yet. His past is thrown in his face every other moment, so he doubles down. Sticks with his branding of the non-cursing, family-friendly, boy-next-door type. It isn't untrue so much as it's put on. He loses some of his spark in those years. Not enough rest and looking over his shoulder at every moment will do that to someone.

Then II Phil with the black quiff...

I have the most thoughts about this era, so forgive me for yapping.

II, which was meant to be the end of "Dan and Phil," not that the audience knew. But Phil did. And he changed his hair. Let his past branding slip just a bit, preparing the audience in a way.

And he's talked in the past about how he was scared to change his hair because he genuinely thought people would leave. Because up until then, the audience he'd curated, however extensive in number, was still this intangible, fickle beast he'd not learned to tame.

But that deep-rooted fear persisted. The fear that the love of your audience is so fickle that they would leave because you changed your hair... but it wasn't about the hair, not really. It was the fear that they don’t actually like you or your content and they only like that you represented their childhood or their awkward teen years. So, if you grow up and change, then they have to. And they don’t want to hear that.

So, you put off being yourself (in more ways than one) for the comfort of others. Because if you truly aren’t liked, you can at least pretend for a bit longer. You can keep your hair the same.

And then he comes out, and it's all out in the open.

And then Phil is publicly alone for a bit. After a decade he's just... amazingphil again. "Babysitting the kids until Dan comes back," undermining his content like it wasn't instrumental in getting countless people through the pandemic.

Like his joy, however put upon it may have been, wasn't infectious.

Then we hit 2023 with the messy brown fringe, and it's almost right. It's nearly there. Phil has cultivated his audience, weeded out the bad seeds, and knows more now. But he's still... hesitant. Soft around the edges.

And then dapg is back, and it's... it's silly and light, and it feels like 2009 again but easier, more honest.

Stealing this quote from @silaswhatever here: "and now he's blond messy fringe Phil, and this feels like an almost final evolution of Phil - a reclamation of a mistake he made in his teens, a change to commemorate both 15 years of being a dork on the internet with his soulmate and to highlight the beginning of a "new era" for them. And now he gets to be the person beyond the mask of "AmazingPhil", he gets to be Phil Lester, a messy, slightly mean, but very funny guy who loves the person he's been with for fifteen years and we all love him for it."

Anyway, I am normal about him.

[aviradasa]

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Marko

5th times the charm with trying to post this.tumblr hates me. This isn't proofread. Sorry it's short I'm tired as fuck and irritated. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 🖤

Marko is an only child, and he grew up without a father. His mother was a seamstress and worked out of their home when he was a child. His mother was Italian, and his father was Swedish. When Marko was born, they were already living in the united states though so Marko had never been to either country, and he had never met any of his other family members. his dad died when he was 8, so he hardly remembers him now. His mother, on the other hand, died on his 16th birthday, falling victim to the san Francisco plague in 1904. Which was an epidemic of the black plague. He had to abandon her in their home to avoid catching it himself. Taking the last of the money they had and the necklace his mother wore with a picture of their family in it. Not long after, he found the boys, and they all stuck together (as you can guess), but not until after he struggled around town by himself for a few months. God, i need to stop making this shit sad hand on switching gears. He was the youngest when the boys got turned into vamps he had only turned 18 that summer He really tries to act more mature than he is, but as soon as something funny happens, that's over. Marko has a really good sense of humor, but he finds a lot of really stupid shit funny. He's the type of dude to watch his friends fall face down ass up on concrete and start laughing and snapping a photo before asking if they are ok (he is me) This also can lean into how he does lowkey bully people on the boardwalk. Mostly surf nazis but let's be so deadass he's kind of a dick to everyone there in his own special way. Him and paul have a tendency to double team people to: like whoever they come at wont have a chance to say anything cause as soon as one of them pauses the other jumps in to just dog on the person who annoyed them. Some of his insults get pretty creative as well: so if he says something to you thats just out of pocket,like 85% of the time its one of the ones that makes you stop to think about it before you can even get offended 🤣 Strange enough, though. He is very well spoken and charismatic when you talk to him normally. When talking, you notice after a while that he's not one of those folks that cuss every other sentence. Like he will throw it in there like everyone does, but not all the time if you feel me Idk how to describe it. he still talks like a normal person and uses slang and stuff, but he is oddly classy vocabulary wise. He's got a slightly softer tone to his voice as well, which makes his way of speaking come off smoother. He's also extremely smart. Having conversations with him is never really dull or unpleasant. (Unless you're an unlucky boardwalk asshole) Marko is very imaginative and creative. He never stops coming up with things. He hoards hobbies like a dragon hoard gold. From painting to sewing to cooking to wood carving, He just knows how to do this stuff, and he loves it. You will never catch him doing nothing. Even when he's spaced out at the wall, the dude is fiddling with something or sewing. Something together, he just can't stop. He loves giving gifts to friends as well. All of the boys have gifts from Marko that he's made himself. Mostly cause he loves showing off he has skill and unlike Paul he doesn't care if people touch his stuff so he will drag you around his space handing you stuff and showing you everything he's made/ collected cause he's just so proud. Just don't break it. He will be fucking pissed if You break it. Or if you give away anything he gifted you. Also he will talk to you about this stuff for hours on end if you let him (Do let him. He will love you for life if you show Intrests in the things he likes) his space is really cluttered. But looking around, it's mostly albums,art, fabric,patches, and various random objects.

other then that he's really clean. On that note He does not like getting covered in blood when he eats just sayin. He's like the least messy eater of the group mainly cause he hates getting it on his jacket. Plus the texture of dried blood on him makes him want to rip his skin off. It's just one of those things he can't stand So he makes sure to clean up fast. That doesn't mean he doesn't like toying with victims though he's a jumpscare master. He likes to scare his victims half to death before beating the shit outta them. He jokes that hes “tenderizing The meat”. When he does this He gets a kick outta that one. Oh he also likes music, he's not like overly into it though He likes alot of different types as well. Some of his favorite generas are Rock,goth,classical, and some 30s jazz strange enough. He does not give a DAMN what the others have to say about his music taste. if He wants to play his music it will be loud and proud. If they don't like it they are free To take it up with him. (They never will)

[viccyfics]

Slick is CB's daughter short one-shot

(Trans CB) below the cut

When Greaseball had heard the news of CB arriving back at the Union Pacific Yard, he was expecting maybe a new scar, a new dent, or even a new sticker, what he wasn't expecting though was CB carrying a child in his arms, an oil tanker to be specific…A newborn oil tanker.

They were sitting in Dinah and Greaseball's shed, with Junior skating about and bumping into the occasional doorframe but Greaseball didn't pay her any mind, he was the same when he was her age.

"Is she yours?" Dinah asked, her hands outreached with a large smile on her face.

"She's mine," CB replied handing his daughter over to Dinah, if Greaseball thought she was small in CB's arms, she looked even smaller in Dinah's.

"What about the da-" Greaseball went to ask but CB cut him off,

"She's mine, that's all that matters."

"But-"

"Greaseball. She's mine, she won't know her dad and I don't want her to, okay?" CB snapped

Greaseball held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I hear you." He leaned against the back of the couch, watching as Dinah gently rocked the little tanker in her arms.

Junior paused her lap around the room to peer up at the baby in her mom's arms with wide eyes. "She's tiny," she observed, tilting her head. "What's her name?"

CB hesitated for a moment "Slick,"

The toddler's nose crinkled up, "That's a funny name,"

"So is Greaseball Junior," CB chuckled making Dinah laugh.

"I told him it was ridiculous," Dinah whispered so her daughter wouldn't hear as she went back to speeding around,

"Well you can name the next one," Greaseball rolled his eyes,

"We're not having another one," Dinah spoke looking over at her daughter who barely avoided going into a wall at full speed, "One is enough…although," her eyes went down to Slick, "I'm always happy to babysit,"

CB raised an eyebrow "Sure? You have a lot on your hands,"

Dinah gave him a soft smile adjusting her hold on Slick, who let out a tiny murmur in response. "I'm sure, if you ever need someone to watch her, you know where to find us, it's not fair on you to do this alone."

Greaseball crossed his arms, nodding. "Yeah, Ceebs. You show up outta nowhere with a kid, after we've heard nothing from you in nearly three years, and no offence but you're not exactly the most paternal person…or maternal for that matter," he ignored the glare from Dinah and CB.

CB scoffed, shifting in his seat, wincing a little as he moved making him quickly change the position "Yeah, well I didn't exactly plan on this happening,"

"Have you seen a repair truck?" Dinah asked, noticing how he flinched, "Or any kind of mechanic?"

"No.." CB admitted looking down at his lap, "But I'm fine, and so is Slick,"

"Greaseball, can you take Junior out for a bit?" Dinah asked turning to her husband, "Me and CB need to talk for a bit," Greaseball went to object but stopped himself knowing it was better to just listen to her than to annoy her and risk sleeping on the couch...or in another shed.

"right! Come on Junior let's go," he yelled getting the small Engine's attention, "I'll race you out," immediately the girl was sprinting towards the door, Greaseball letting her go ahead as they shot out the shed.

Dinah waited until the sound of their wheels faded before turning back to CB, "You're my best friend, you know I'll do anything for you," He gave her a small nod in return, "And I've kept all your secrets?" He nodded again, "So why am I only finding out you've got a baby now? You have a radio for a reason, you could call me"

"I don't know," CB frowned, "I wanted to come back but I couldn't…but I'm here now."

"You're going to stay though right? We want you back, everyone wants you back." Dinah pleaded, "You can go back to work and we-"

CB stopped her, "I'm only staying for Slick, she deserves to grow up in one yard, not moving around every few months, it's not fair."

"Good," Dinah smiled "I missed you,"

"I missed you too."

[multiheadcanons]

PASS THE MERCENARY ON THE LEFT PON SIDE

aka mercs smoking weed

scout: scout’s threshold before he’s absolutely dysfunctional is half a hit. he can handle a half filled pinch hitter before he’s laying on a floor somewhere greened out. and he hates being greened out. one time he thought he was dying and went to the medic for help because he swore he was dying. the doctor was very professional as scout was going through it; and we’ll give the man the credit where it’s due. because scout was horrified. and there was a very clear moment, as scout emptied the contents of his guts in the infirmary bathroom, as he turned to look at medic; he almost saw god; as the man rubbed his back and gave him a sympathetic smile. when he finally felt sane enough to fall asleep and was sober again he got dogged. hard. scout made a mental note to only go to medic for genuine emergencies. that man cannot be serious.

soldier: if soldier would give weed one chance he would appreciate himself for it. it would give him a strong wall standing between him and his impulses. make him a little lighter, easier to be around. and it’s okay to say soldier is kind of hard to be around! you either have to withstand the absolute space he takes up as a man with a personality or match his absolute freak. and not many people can match his absolute freak. but he is heavily, heavily anti drug. he sneers at spy for his nicotine addiction, anything past liquor he side eyes so hard. he doesn’t like the idea of drugs. of them absolutely ruining you. he likes who he is. he is content with who he is. but if he smoked a blunt… he’d change his tune. at least a little bit.

pyro: pyro’s not smoking weed. but they do have one of those gas mask bongs. it’s pristine from no use; they have no idea why they don’t get rid of it. they just think it’s funny to own, they guess. nobody’s asked about it for them to tell anyone. they’re happy to share it! nobody would want to use that thing more than once. they are also always strapped with a lighter, so if you need one for yourself they’re happy to give it to you!

demo: demo will smoke occasionally. he’s a drinker, that is his depressant of choice. and with weed, there is a fine line of a good crossfade, and being absolutely fucked up. and it’s not fun being fucked up unless everyone else is fucked up too. when he’s fucked up alone he feels like he needs an intervention. but he won’t turn away a puff or two if you offer. then he feels good! nice and airy. more jokey than he already is.

heavy: chatty cathy. oh my god he just wants to talk. someone please talk to him. most everyone will give him an ear because he’s never been so interested in having entire conversations with others. but as they’re so excited because it’s like, oh my god… the heavy weapons guy is talking to me, like came to me to chat… there comes a point about ten minutes in when the conversation hasn’t slowed down, in fact it begins to turn to deeper, political, philosophical, ethical questions; you go wait… is he high right now? is this how he acts high? and the second they notice, he does. and he’ll pat them on their shoulder, and gives them a genuine “good talk.” and will find his next target to push. sleeps so hard. good dreams.

engineer: he’s got a little bong. smoked more before he was committing active war crimes. he doesn’t really feel an urge to smoke anymore. but, if it’s offered… he’ll join the session. one of those kinds who like to “go for a walk” and come back in a better mood. little more chatty, little more humored… a little dumber! a little more willing to do dumb shit. a little more interested in some of the dumb questions scout and soldier have for him. takes unfavorable results on the chin. more willing to try again, and tries again faster. gets the munchies like a son of a bitch. is making regular trips to the fridge. you start getting suspicious after the third trip to the kitchen.

medic: medic will turn down weed in most cases. and the times he accepts it are seemingly random. but when he accepts it… there’s not much difference in him. maybe he’s quieter? but he just stays in the infirmary. maybe actually catches up on his paperwork. he’s moving slow enough that it’s not nearly as boring as it usually is. makes a couple trips to the kitchen if he’s confident he can sneak it. also sleeps very hard. he just never seems to make it to a bed. eyes get so bloodshot, it’s very easy to tell when doc’s been smoking weed because every conversation is “mhm” “mhm” “oh really” “hm. interesting” until he falls asleep in front of you.

sniper: business as usual. oh yeah, this man is a wake and baker. rides the highs in the morning as he takes the biggest rip out of this nasty ass bong; like it looks like he put coffee in it dirty. watches the sunrise with his bong rip and his coffee, thinks for a moment “yeah… it’s nice being alive, actually.” and then goes and kills people for a living. if he’s having a hard time sleeping, he might smoke again before bed, but it’s not often that happens

spy: spy didn’t start regularly smoking weed until the blu sniper gave him a pack of stuffed cigarettes in an attempt to fuck him up on the field. the kicker is, it made spy feel great. maybe he fudged up a couple of relatively easy trickstabs, or wasn’t cloaking as a precaution and it got him caught, but you know what. he was having a damn good time. actually enjoying his job. and on top of all of that, he was still kicking the blu team’s asses. he asked if snipes could bring him another pack sometime. he’s happy to pay.

[hyacinthleaves]

What about mark, Damon, and Tozu with a s/o that is the polar opposite of them? That sounds interesting imo :D

Mark Berskii:

A ditzy, bubbly s/o would honestly be so hilarious to see him with

He kinda has to explain things to you like you're 5 sometimes but he doesn't really mind it

He's dealt with worse

Extra points if you're clumsy, he's constantly scolding you for it. He carries around bandaids just for you

I would say he loves how social you are but I think it makes him a bit anxious at times

Like sometimes he thinks you have no sense of danger because of how easy it is for you to talk to anyone about anything

He appreciates that you're more of a talker during conversations, but you do motivate him to speak more (to you specifically) so on a good day he might be pretty responsive

I think you've traumatized him with how easily you give up information

Please stop doing that...

Damon Maitsu:

If you and Diana aren't close, it has to be the work of dark reunion

Anyway I feel like if you aren't proud of your talent, he can tell you MANY ways in which it's useful

Every time you feel down, he can give you a different reason as to why you shouldn't be, why you're amazing, and why everyone else sucks

He's literally your personal hypeman even if he doesn't look like he is

He doesn't always push you to be more confident as a whole though. I think that he lets you be comfortable if it doesn't really hurt you in doing so, so he'll mostly leave you alone

I feel like you'd have a more artistic talent and he might take interest in it (he might act like he doesn't for a while but ofc he'll come around, which is when the comforting part would come in from the beginning)

He gets annoyed with you sometimes

Well not really you, but some of your beliefs

Your lack of judgement can really bother him

He's tried to change your mind on things (or people) but while you take the time to acknowledge his perspective, you won't budge. So that does bother him

The fact that you're so open with your home life is so interesting to him

And he's always asking questions (others might think it's rude but you don't care)

Tozu:

He is SO CONFUSED

Considering how strong your moral compass is, he tried to get you into situations in which you might change them. And you won't. And he's frustrated.

Eventually he gives up and accepts that how kind and compassionate you are as well

Well sometimes it does bother him because if something really bothers you, he'll have to cut it out (man cares about partner)

Its so funny because he gets so pouty whenever you stop him from doing something sadistic

Sometimes he gets away with things if he bends the truth or if he just doesn't tell you things

Which just causes more problems for him

He's not one to beg but if you're really adamant on stopping his evil-doing...he might have to

He honestly thinks it's hilarious that you don't like it when he calls the students peasants

He DOESN'T find it hilarious that you giggle when the students feel the need to call him down for something

Old married couple vibes

[welcometoteyvat]

finally typing up my late lantern rite thoughts (very long). overall 100/10 quest I love hu tao

The amount of Xingqiu's brother mentions were insane. Surely we'll see him either as an NPC soon, right? Right? /j Honestly here he sounded pretty competent, nothing like "a simpleton" like Xingqiu's troubles voiceline suggests hmm...

The little model animations were SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD. contributed a lot to the experience and made it feel so much more alive. hu tao's expressions especially, but also yun jin's expressions, and Xiangling's "come back, get over here and eat!!!!!1!1!!!" was also really fucking funny. they've been adding these small animations for a while but this event specifically had so many of them and the effort paid off <3

in a similar vein I'm impressed how smooth the animation/model actions were when Xiao put the sigil on us

hu tao lan yan and qiqi fill in the gap fic please

timaeus is kind of silly, also very funny he and ying'er still going strong 2 years later. he's literally learning liyue language for ying'er? genuinely his dedication is impressive. they should make events replayable because how will everyone who missed 3.5 windblume know why timaeus simps for someone a whole country over

we finally know what the fake chinese characters in all those liyue signs represent (kinda ig). I need to look over this part again

if hu tao&/xiangling or hu tao &/yun jin stocks on ao3 don't increase after this I will start biting. MY GIRLS T_T T_TT_T_T_T_T_T_T. bro the farewell section was so tender I enjoyed it greatly. Their relationships with each other got developed on screen.. yun jin and hu tao's banter especially was really cute and really shows us their relationship aside from the hints in their VOs

YUN JIN OPERATIC HILITUNE ON SCREEN. the fanvid of it from bilibili can finally rest, thanks for your service, canon got here 4 years later.

Yun Jin, having practiced the tao dou opera, MUST have known something correct?? or else she wouldn't have asked hu tao so many times to promise to come back, right? She trusts Hu Tao so much :'''' . if Hu Tao says she can handle it, Yun Jin knows there's no stopping her, and she will find a way, but it doesn't stop her from worrying nonetheless :''').

hu tao's death flags during part 2......

my agenda is speaking, but I wish Xingqiu and Hu Tao directly talked during the farewells section. something something chivalry and sacrifice. Hu Tao makes her peace with giving up everything to resolve the Tao Dou issue, but is Xingqiu at peace with losing a friend even tho its selfish of him to want her to stay? he has personal stakes in this please just let them talk a little

I'm really really glad they went through with the death, they showed Hu Tao's emotions, they showed her father and grandfather waving her off. I broke, she looked so tired but satisfied (thinking about her vision story, where she waited so long for her grandfather to never appear vs him visiting her for just a brief moment here)

my other favorite shot is when traveler pulls her out and she looks at them in muted surprise. she just looked so sad and fragile and in need of a hug :(((

the Themes (waves hands wildly). hu tao's father's lingering regrets were his fatal flaw, and so Hu Tao settles her affairs properly and steels herself before going to die. she leaves behind the plum blossom branch just like her grandfather left his hat.. genuinely what the hell. the parallels between her cutscene goodbye and her saying "happy lantern rite" kills me

the epilogue last year with the fontaine tourists was pretty fanservicey, and tbh the epilogue the year before was also somewhat fanservice to me, (liyue gang dinner and zhongli venti teasing) though I liked it better. However I think this epilogue was actually really good— the hanging out and the fluff felt natural, it fit with everything else and wasn't super sudden. Maybe this was because of all the setup that happened (Yun Jin and Xiangling's promises to Hu Tao, Xiao and Yelan's dynamic built up in Perilous Trails and their earlier exchange), so the payoff is good instead of forced. After the trials and danger they got put through, everyone gets a chance to relax, and I appreciate the slice of life after the main plot. also Yun Jin's opera was crazy good considering it was not a cutscene, the animation and camera angles really sold it

I thought the special guest was xiao again, like how LR 3.4 had him dragged to the harbor by Hu Tao.... xiaolan banter was also v good though.

THE ADEPTI. they're still watching over Liyue in their own way :') the affectionate bickering about hu tao's name :''''''''

I barely mentioned lan yan in this... her part was pretty minor ngl, her habit of learning everything about a person to the point of sounding a bit creepy is kind of fun though.

alright. fantastic quest absolutely no notes I got almost everything I ever wanted and I am so glad Hu Tao had such an incredible 2nd story quest. chongyun and shenhe exorcist lantern rite next year?

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Light in the darkness; George Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

And here we are again before I go to Megacon down in Orlando for the week, thought I'd post this gem up and see what you all think. Now this is part of the Sirius Black daughter x G.W mini-series so head over to the Masterlist and catch up on those for any new readers out there. To everyone else enjoy my lovelies :)

Warnings: Parental death (Sirius Black's death is shown so get the tissues ready folks), angst, some fluff, good ol Weasley shenanigans, some blood (nothing too graphic just like nosebleed level stuff, but not like that you pervs I KNOW who you are iykyk).

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The fireplace was roaring with life, I was on the floor playing with my favorite stuffed teddy while humming a song to myself.  Mum was in her rocking chair knitting something for Harry when she suddenly stopped and turned towards the door.

“(Y/n), come my love.” She dropped the blanket and knelt down beside me and picked me up.  She ran up toward the stairs but let out a scream and tripped as our front door was blasted away.  She regained her footing and continued up the stairs.  She took me to their bedroom and opened their wardrobe up.

She turned back towards the door as footsteps could slowly be heard coming up the stairs.  She picked me up and wrapped me in papa James’ invisibility cloak.

“(Y/n), no matter what you see or hear, promise me you won’t come out from this cloak. Promise me.” Mum pleaded.  Her voice trembled with fear and desperation, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I pwomise mummy.” She choked out a sob and kissed my forehead and held me tight.

“I’ll always be watching over you, my little starlight. Never forget you are mine and mine to me.” She then covered my entire body with papa James’ cloak before shutting the wardrobe door.  But before she could shut it fully, I heard uncle Peter’s voice.

“Hello (M/n).” mummy growled as I saw her stand up.

“What are you doing here Pettigrew?”

“Can’t I see an old friend?”

“You are no friend of mine. Not anymore, I saw what would become of James and Lily. The stars never lie.”

“You always were a bright witch. Both literally and figuratively. Ohh no wonder Sirius fell for you.” Uncle Peter sighed lovingly.

“How could you do this to them?”

“It was nothing personal. Truly (M/n), you must understand that nothing would’ve stopped the Dark Lord. He would’ve found them either way.”

“That’s not true. You sold James and Lily to him just to save your own arse! And once the Order finds out about this….”

“To bad you’ll be too dead to even speak. Avada Kedavra!” a flash of green came out and I watched in horror as my mother screams echoed through the house.  My mother’s body glowed a pure white before she finally collapsed and the bright light was quickly snuffed out and mummy was left lying on the floor very still.

I covered my mouth trying to not to make a sound just like mummy told me but tears slid down my face.

“(Y/n)?” uncle Peter soon called out to me.  “Come out now poppet, no need to hide anymore.” The wardrobe door suddenly opened up and I saw uncle Peter standing over me as he looked around for me but thanks to the cloak, I couldn’t be found.  He soon left the room and kept calling out my name for what felt like a long time before all went quiet again.

I continued to stare at mummy’s body before finally taking the cloak off of me and I fearfully crawled up to her.

“Mummy? Mummy wake up.” I poked her cheek but she felt cold to the touch.  Her eyes were opened but the warmth they once had was gone.  I reached out and tugged at her hair as hard as I could and whimpered, “Mummy! Wake up pwease! This not funny!” but she still remained motionless.

“(M/n)?! (Y/n)!?” daddy’s voice soon called out.

“DADDY!!” I cried out.  I heard footsteps racing up the stairs and daddy soon came to the door and I ran to him crying.  “Mummy won’t wake up! Why don’t she wake up?” I saw daddy’s broken face as he stared at mummy with tears running down his face.  He collapsed to his knees and crawled up to mummy and held her in his arms.

“(M/n)? (M/n)? No please, please don’t leave me. C’mon please don’t do this to me. Stay with me my love…..please come back to us.” Tears fell down daddy’s face as he cried into mummy’s neck.  I placed my head into mummy’s tummy and wept.

Daddy soon set mummy down on the ground, his sad face now stoic but his fists clenched so tightly they turned white.  His dark eyes now gave a menacing look as he immediately raced out of the house.

“Daddy! Daddy wait!” I ran after him but as I left the bedroom, the setting had now changed.  I was now my current age and I found myself once again down in the Dept. of Mysteries.

The battle between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death eaters was in fully swing.  Tonks was helping Luna and Ginny out of firing range, Hermione and Ron followed shortly behind with uncle Remus guarding them, Moody slamming his staff at any surrounding death eaters and Kingsley going after Bellatrix whose maniacal laughter echoed throughout the entire room as the two of them were playing cat and mouse with each other.

“Now listen to me, I need you and (Y/n) to take the others and get out of here.” Dad told Harry and I.

“What? No, I’m staying with you.” Harry said to dad.

“You have done beautifully. Both you and your god-sister. Now let me take it from here.”

“Dad, I’m part of the Order, let me stay and fight with you!” I pleaded.  Something that I should’ve said.

“No darling, you’re the strongest witch to protect them while we fight. Please my darling kit,” he cupped the side of my face.  “I already lost your mother, don’t make me lose you too.” Tears spilled down my face but our moment was broken when I took notice of Lucius and another Death eater about to fire a spell at us.

I took out my wand and summoned a shield around the three of us just as the attack came at us.  Harry and dad got their wands at the ready and they fired their attacks while I was their defense putting up my shield for any attack Lucius and the other Death eater had coming for us but would drop the shield when it was their turn to attack.

Dad managed to send the spare Death eater flying while I used out the Petrificus Totalus spell to make sure he stayed there until more aurors arrived.  Harry then disarmed Lucious Malfoy with the Expelliarmus spell.

“Nice one James!” dad proclaimed.  I watched in awe as my dad with grace and precision fully disarm Lucius before he turned and gave me a look and I nodded to him and together the two of us sent Lucious Malfoy flying across the room.

But that was when I heard those two dreaded words once again.

“AVADA KADAVRA!!” the familiar green light struck my dad and his proud smile he gave to me slowly faded as he gave me and Harry one last look.  His body slowly being consumed by the veil, the light in his dark eyes growing duller just like mum’s had so long ago before he fully disappeared into the veil.

I shot up gasping and I frantically looked around and saw that I was in the flat just above Fred and George’s new shop, Weasley Wizard Wheezes.  Sweat coated my brow as I tried to regain my breathing before realizing the horrid truth.

I lost both my parents.  Mum and dad were both gone, taken from me by the same damned curse! And I couldn’t do anything to save either of them.  Granted for my mother’s case I was only three but my dad I—why couldn’t I do more?

I now stood on the roof of the shop looking up at the stars and the half moon that shined over the empty streets of Diagon Alley.  The silence was eerie but it was something that I desperately needed.  The screams of my mother, the last breath of my father continued to ring in my head and I just couldn’t shake it off no matter how hard I tried.

“The nightmares again?” Fred’s voice softly spoke from behind me.  I didn’t answer him.  I heard his footsteps walk toward me and I felt him drape a blanket over me.  He curled in close to me his hand resting on my shoulder as he continued, “(Y/n), George and I have tried to give you as much space as you’ve needed, but we’re worried. You’re not sleeping properly, you’re barely eating. We don’t want to push you but it’s been almost a month since you started acting like this.” I could feel him tuck my hair behind my ear trying to uncover my face, “Can’t you swallow your pride just this once and talk to at least one of us?”

“George.” I softly spoke after a long while of silence, “I want to talk to George.”

“I’ll go get him for you.” He then gently pulled me into his arms and hugged me, my head rest just over his heart.  “I love you so much sis.” Tears stung through my eyes and as I closed my eyes, a single tear fell down my face.  Fred gently kissed my temple before leaving to go get George, I wrapped the blanket further around me and the scent alone made me realize that he had given me Georgie’s blanket.

“Any room in there for me?” George’s voice spoke up behind me.  I turned to face him and held out my arm still gripping the blanket.  George came over and cuddled close to me before taking the end of his blanket and wrapped it around the two of us.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his.  George took my hand gently into his, his thumb gingerly stroking the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“For what?”

“I thought I was past this stage but I just…..”

“Oi now,” George softly gave me a nudge.  “I don’t know how Fred might’ve worded it sometimes he can be an impatient git. We don’t expect you to slap a smile on your face and move on so quickly. You’re allowed to feel what you need to feel. Even if it means taking a couple steps backward. I—we care about you (Y/n).”

“Thanks Georgie.” I looked up at him and gave him a small smile.  He looked down at me and gave me the same small smile back, his eyes filled with empathy.  “There is actually a reason to why I’ve been acting this way.” The soft empathy soon morphed into concern as I wandlessly summoned the letter that started me on this spiraling path of darkness.

“It still amazes me that you can now do wandless magic.”

“Work harder and you might just catch up Weasley.”

“Now there’s the cheekiness of my girl. Good to know it’s still there deep down.” He gave me another playful nudge with his body before taking the letter.

“Read it out loud.” He looked at me perplexed.

“Are you sure?”

“Just…..read it George.” He looked at the address and saw that it had came from the Ministry of Magic.  He opened it up and read the letter out loud.

“‘Dear Ms. Black, we send our deepest condolences in regards to the loss of your father. Sirius Black was and has always been a proud wizard. We have re-reviewed his case and in the light of new evidence coming into the place we the Ministry of Magic have officially declared him a free man. Regretfully we wish he could have lived to hear of his freedom but as his next of kin, you deserve the knowledge that the crimes that he was falsefully accused of has now been extinguished. Signed, Rufus Scrimgeour Minister of Magic’.”

“They declare my father a free man months after his death.” I scoffed before standing up and pacing along the roof.  My hands wringing through my hair as my breathing sharpened.  “He should’ve been declared free the moment he was falsefully accused, instead they just threw him into Azkaban without a trial. 14 years they call him a wizard killer, a traitor! They took him from me just like Pettigrew took my mother from me! And they think this will forgive them for what they did!?” I screamed the last part in anguish. 

I felt George place his hands on my shoulders to stop me from pacing and he brought me into his arms.  One hand stroking my hair back down trying to tame it while the other rubbed soothing circles on my back.

“My parents are gone! I watched them both die right before my eyes from the same bloody curse! All their hopes, their dreams they had for me are gone!” I wept. “Have I not suffered enough? How many more people must die because of this pointless war!?”

“Shhhh, shhh.” George rested his chin on top of my head as he rocked me back and forth.  “I know, there are days when I feel like just running away from all this. This is a pointless war. All because of the divide between purebloods and mixed bloodlines, it’s rubbish. A completely rubbish reason to start a war.”

“What stops you?”

“My family. Never did I think that anything could tear us apart until after the TriWizard tournament when that git Percy sided with the Ministry over his own family. Breaking our mum’s heart by sending back his Christmas jumper, never have I seen mum be that sad over anything else before. And just from this past year at our final year at Hogwarts, I remembered what Fred had said to me. Everyone needs a little bit of laughter every day, with all that’s going on we should at least take the time to see that there is a reason to laugh even with things aren’t going to good.”

“A light at the end of the tunnel.” I muttered.

“Come again?”

“That’s one of the last things dad ever said to me that Christmas after your dad’s attack at the Ministry. Even in the darkest of tunnels, you must always try to look for the light and hang onto it.”

“Seems great minds think alike.”

“But it’s just so hard now. I’m tired George. I’m so tired.” He gently massaged the back of my neck and I felt him place a soft kiss to the crown of my head.

“Come with me.” I was suddenly picked up and held in George’s arms bridal style and he took me back into the shop.  We came back into the flat and he set me down along the couch.  Using his wand he made the fireplace come to life and a plate of nougat appeared before me. 

“These aren’t the nosebleed nougats are they?” I asked.

“No not this time. I solemnly swear.” He crossed his heart while looking at me dead in the eye.  I hesitantly reached out and grabbed a nougat and gave it a brief sniff before taking a small bite.  Once my nose wasn’t dripping out blood, I knew I was safe.  “This is my first nougat since I had accidentally ate some of your nosebleed nougats.”

“Yeah you had vowed to never have a nougat for as long as you lived after that.”

“And I stuck by that. Had to explain it to Remus and everything. He always made the best nougats especially around Christmas time.”

*Flashback 4th year*

I met with the twins in the Great Hall for Lunch as it was now our free period,  I saw them and Lee sitting together at the Gryffindor table with some nougats on a plate.

“What are you three boys gossiping about now?” I asked as I made myself known.

“Oh just the next upcoming prank on Snape.” Grinned Freddie.

“Again? This is the fifth prank this week alone, he’s gonna catch on.” I said sitting down beside George.

“But this one is brilliant. We cooked it up just this morning.”

“Okay I’ll bite, what is it?”

“Well you know how Snape is on about his potions right?” Fred started off.

“Right.” I said slowly.

“Well we slip this into his cauldron demonstration before class and slip the evidence into Flint’s seat. He’s the perfect scapegoat!” George softly exclaimed.

“I would like to see that buck-tooth git get what’s coming to him. Especially after our last Quidditch match. Danny still has a mild concussion from taking that bludger to the head.”

“Still?” Lee asked incredulously.  I nodded.  I looked at my pocket watch and muttered.

“Bloody hell I’m gonna be late for Transfiguration. See you guys in potions.” I secretly nabbed one of the nougats and took off running out of the Great hall stuffing my face with the nougat sweet.

In class as I was taking notes down I started to feel a bit light-headed.  I brushed it off as probably lack of sleep since I didn’t really sleep well last night.  But as I was writing down some notes, I noticed a drop of blood had fallen onto my assignment.  Followed by another and then another.

I reached up and touched under my nose and felt the tips of my fingers grow wet and when I held them out, my finger tips were covered in blood.  My heart raced as I held my nose and went up to Professor McGonagall’s desk but when I went to stand up, I suddenly felt lightheaded and soon collapsed.

I could hear the faint panicked mutters of the other students followed by Professor McGonagall’s voice telling everyone to back up and her trying to talk to me.  But my world went fuzzy and soon my world went black.

When I awoke I found myself in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey standing over me.

“Look whose awake.”

“Wh-what happened to me?”

“Professor McGonagall had brought you to me with your nose just gushing out blood faster than pouring out water from the tap. You’re lucky you didn’t hit your head when you collapsed otherwise you would’ve bled from two places and from just seeing how much blood you were losing from your nose already, it could’ve worse for you my dear.”

“But I’m okay now, right?”

“Oh you’ll be fine. I managed to stop the bleeding and the spell that was affecting you.”

“I was put under a spell?”

“Well to be honest Miss Black, that’s where it gets a bit tricky.”

“I believe I have the answer to that.” Professor McGonagall’s voice soon rang out as she came in with Fred and George who were giving me their guilty look.  “Boys, tell her what you told me.”

“(Y/n) those nougats that you snuck away as you left us, it wasn’t a normal nougat sweet.” Started Fred as he rubbed his arm shamefully.

“It’s what we call a Nosebleed nougat. But the batch we had planned for Marcus Flint had an extra kick to it. Had we known you had taken it we would’ve warned you to not eat it.” George said as he could barely look me in the eye.

“We’re sorry (Y/n).” they spoke together in the same regretful, sad tone.

“It wasn’t your fault guys. I shouldn’t have snuck the treat to begin with.”

“I spoke with Professor Flitwick and he’s allowed you to recover for the day and be excused from the rest of your classes today. As for you boys, even though I commend you for coming forward and telling me once you found out about Miss Black’s condition, I’m giving you both a day’s detention with me. Tomorrow at 6pm, don’t be late. Now come along boys and we’ll leave Miss Black to rest.” Professor McGonagall soon left the healing wing.

Fred and George looked up at me with tears glistening in their eyes as they shined with regret before they too left without saying another word.

“Well that surely explains a lot. Those boys put more students in my healing wing that all the Quidditch games combined.”

“They’re not so bad. At least not all the time. And it’s nice to know that there is a conscience buried somewhere in those thick heads of theirs. But guess that means I can no longer eat another nougat for as long as I live. It didn’t even taste that far off from how my uncle makes his.”

“Well dear, forgiven or not it’s best to keep an eye out for those two. You never know when those two will strike out at you.”

“I’ve been victim to their pranks before and never have they been this bad. Trust me Madam Pomfrey.”

“Whatever you say dear, now rest up and be sure to drink plenty of fluids tonight.” She set down a cup of water before walking away to do her next task.  I took a drink of water when I noticed something hidden just underneath my bed.

I bent over and pulled out a small bag and saw my favorite books inside as well as my drawing journal.  When I opened it up the first thing that fell out was a small piece of parchment and I saw in the familiar writing of Georgie.

Forgive us? Forgive me? We really didn’t mean to do it, those nosebleed nougats weren’t ever, ever meant for you. Hope you can forgive us, forgive me?

G. W.

“Oh Georgie, of course I forgive you, but you both have forever turned me off from eating nougats ever again.”

*End of Flashback*

“But hey be thankful we hadn’t come up with the puking pastilles yet.”

“Oh that surely would’ve never made me forgive you guys. Our friendship would’ve been finite.” I said doing the throat slicing motion with my hand as I finished one nougat and reached out for another.

“Aww you don’t really mean that. You love us too much.”

“Not at first, don’t you remember when we first met?” George let out a dramatic gasp.

“Are you telling me that (Y/n) Celeste Black hated us? Us? Your two dearest and most treasured friends?”

“Hate is such a strong word. At first you and Fred were like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Annoying and always lingering.”

“We weren’t that bad.”

“Yes you were you liar!”

“Details. Do you remember when we first found the Marauder’s map?”

“Wow, hadn’t thought about that in a long time.”

“I know, yet I remember it like it was yesterday. We were outside Filch’s office waiting for him to leave in order to—”

*Flashback 1st year*

Fred, George and I peeked over the pillars that led to Filch’s office and we waited for him to leave.

“You guys sure about this?” I asked worriedly.

“Stop your worrying (Y/n), besides we need those dung bombs back otherwise how else are we gonna get back at those Slytherin pigs?” Said Fred.

“After what they did to you in potions class they deserve to be punished.” Continued George.

“Brutally punished. Severely.” Fred finished.

“You guys scare me when you get protective like that.” I said.

“Which is why you should be grateful to be on our good side. Where the only pranks we give you are on child’s play level like a good jump scare.” George said.

“Or chattering teeth in your robe pockets.” Echoed Fred.

“And of course my favorite,” George then gave my sides a ticklish squeeze nearly making me yelp loudly but I covered my mouth and shoved him roughly.

“I hate it when you do that Georgie.”

“But I love it, you’ve got a pretty laugh.” I rolled my eyes and we completely ducked behind as Filch and his cat Mrs. Morris soon left his office.

“Alright, if you guys really want to do this. We’ve got to move quickly and quietly.” Once Filch and Mrs. Morris turned the corner of the corridor, we raced towards his office and the boys went on inside while I was the lookout.  “Just find your dung bombs and grab nothing else.”

“Got it.” They both chorused together as they began looking around Filch’s office.  A few minutes went by and the boys still didn’t have any luck.

“Bloody hell he really doesn’t play fair in hide and seek does he?” asked Fred.

“Not at all Fred.”

“Guys, you find them yet?” I asked as I looked out into the corridor.

“Negative raven’s eye.” Said George.  “Brutal this man is.”

“Agreed.” Fred said as I heard paper’s shuffling around.

“Wait, wait, I’ve got it. But we need a key.”

“Bloody hell, wait I think I saw one just a moment ago. Let’s see uhh….” I soon spotted Mrs. Morris coming back around the corridor.

“Weasleys, time to go. Morris is heading back this way. And I’d rather not get snitched on by a cat.” I whispered hastily at them.

“We’ve almost got it. Bloody hell this key just doesn’t want to turn!” I heard the boys grunting before they softly cheered.

“Guys I think Morris just spotted me!”

“Okay we’ve got it let’s go! This way!” I was grabbed by the twins as we quickly raced out of the office.  We ran until we came to the staircase that led to their common room.  We collapsed onto the stairs panting heavily.

“Please tell me you guys got them and we didn’t run that fast for nothing.” I panted.

“Did you ever doubt us?” asked Fred as he pulled out some of his homemade dungbombs.

“Also, I managed to swipe this.” George said as he held out what looked like an old parchment.

“What is that?” asked Fred.

“I don’t know but it was lying just right underneath our dungbombs.”

“Why grab that Georgie?” I asked.

“Because the filing cabinet it was in said ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.’ But you got to ask yourself, why would an old piece of blank parchment be considered such a thing?” he did have a point.

“Let’s get into our dorm and see.” Said Fred as he took the parchment into his hand.

“Guess that leaves me out then, huh?” I asked.

“Sorry (Y/n). If we would we could, but our stairs turn into a slide if any other gender tries to enter the opposite’s dormitories. Kinda odd if you ask me.” George said.

“Fine. But if you need a more clever brain to work it out, you know where to find me Weasleys. And I swear if either of you snitches on me about what we did today, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Agreed. Bloody hell you’re pretty scary yourself when you want to be.” Fred said before they spoke the password to the Fat Lady while I headed back to my dorm.

A few days had passed and I was currently in the library doing some homework in peace when I felt something bounce off my head and onto the table.  I saw that it was a rolled up piece of paper so I turned in the direction to where it came from and I saw the twins peeking over.

“I never see you guys in here.” They came over and sat on either side of me.

“We think we’ve got it figured out.” Fred said.

“You mean that old parchment from Filch’s office?”

“What else? But the thing is, I think it knows something we don’t. Just watch.” George said as he took out his wand.  “Reveal to us your secrets.” He gave the parchment a tap with his wand and soon a message slowly started to appear.  My eyes widened as I softly gaped out a ‘whoa’.

“‘Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to clarify if the third of your party is present’.” Read Fred.

“Wait what?” I asked.

“That’s what the parchment has been nagging us on everytime we ask it something. It’s like it knows it needed the three of us present.” Said George.

“But why wait for me?”

“We don’t know. Give it a tap and ask it something.” Fred said.  I took out my wand and said.

“I am (Y/n) Celeste Black-Lupin. The third member of this trio, what secrets do you have hidden away?” I tapped my wand to the parchment and another message soon appeared. “‘Messer’s Padfoot and Moony welcome Miss (Y/n) Celeste Black-Lupin to the trio. Messer’s Padfoot especially sends his greetings to such a clever kitten.’”

“Oi watch it Padfoot!” exclaimed George.

“‘Messer’s Moony would like to ensure to Mr. George Weasley that while Miss (Y/n) is clever, there’s no need to be jealous.’” I read out loud.

“Alright, alright now that we’ve got our third right hand. Can we now see what secrets you four have inside?” asked Fred.  A new message read out as Fred read “‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to congratulate Mr. Weasley, Miss Black-Lupin and Mr. Weasley for successfully retrieving this piece of parchment from Filch. But before our secrets can be revealed, we must first ask that you three discover our secrets in a special location where the heavens meet the Earth.’”

“What does that mean? Heavens meet the Earth?”

“Oh come on guys that one’s easy. Heavens meaning the stars and the Earth mean the tower. The library is too convenient for anyone to hear us talking about it. We gotta head for the Astronomy tower.” I said to them. I looked down as a new message appeared “‘Messer’s Padfoot praises Miss (Y/n) on her cleverness.’”

“Alright let’s go then.” I packed up my stuff and the boys and I headed straight for the Astronomy tower.  Once it was clear that no one was there, we all huddled around with me in the middle holding the parchment all three of us holding our wands.

“Okay, we’re at the Astronomy tower. Who exactly are you four and what lies beneath this parchment?” I asked first.  A new message appeared as Fred read out loud.

“‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs appreciate Mr. Weasley’s, Mr. Weasley’s and Miss Black-Lupin for their patience and curiosity and are willing to give you three one hint into discovering our secrets.’” Then George read the next message that began to appear.

“‘Messer’s Moony would like (Y/n), Fred and George to ask themselves why an old parchment such as this would be taken in the first place?’”

“We’ve been pondering this for days hadn’t we George?” asked Fred.

“Indeed. And we’ve come to the conclusion that an empty piece of parchment that is considered ‘highly dangerous’ doesn’t necessarily mean an evil manner. But for mischief. After all we found this parchment with our dungbombs and a few other tricks we’ve seen at Zonko’s like fireworks and trick-sweets.”

“Messer’s Moony, Padfoot and Prongs would like to say Mr. George Weasley is getting warmer to the truth. Messer’s Padfoot extends this question to Miss (Y/n). Messer’s Padfoot would like to know if she and her friends were to find the truth of this parchment, what would they do with it?” I read out loud.  “Well, if we were to discover what you are, all we’d use it for would be to cause mischief but nothing malicious. And I’d be there to ensure that these two jugheads don’t go too far.”

“Oi!” the twins exclaimed.

“‘Messer’s Moony extends his gratitude and praise that Miss (Y/n) is at least level headed while also being quite cheeky when she needs to be.’” I blushed.  “‘Messer’s Padfoot and Prongs believe that Miss (Y/n) and Moony need to lighten up and not be so uptight.’ Hey!”

“Agreed.” The twins teased as they both poked my ribs forcing me to yelp out and shove them hard.  A new message soon appeared.

“‘Messer’s Prongs would like to ask if by using this parchment, would that mean Fred, George and (Y/n) are up to no good?’” read George.

“Aren’t we always up to no good?” Fred asked sarcastically.

“‘Messer’s Padfoot and Prongs would like to know if they solemnly swear?’” I read out loud.  “Together boys?”

“Together.” They said as they held up their wands.  We held up our wands and said together, “We solemnly swear that we are up to no good.” We gave the parchment a tap and soon the messages disappeared and a map of Hogwarts appeared in red ink as a welcome message read out.  “‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, are proud to present the Marauder’s Map’.”

I unfolded the parchment and soon full sized map of the entire school began to reveal itself as footsteps were moving in various places throughout the entire school.  And right beside each footprint was a name of every person in Hogwarts.

“Wicked.” The three of us chorused out.

“It’s the entire school.” I said breathlessly as I unfolded the rest of the parchment now down on the floor.  Each page revealing a new part of Hogwarts with new footsteps and names being pointed out.

“Look at that, there’s Dumbledore in his study!” Fred pointed out.

“And there’s Professor Flitwick talking with Professor Sprout.” I pointed out.

“This map is brilliant! It shows everyone, where they are.” George said.

“What they’re doing.” I continued George’s thoughts before Fred interrupted me.

“Of Every minute.”

“Of every day.” George finished.

“Wait guys look here at the top.” A new message soon began to appear above the map of Hogwarts.  “‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs congratulate Fred, George and (Y/n) for being so clever and hope that they enjoy causing fun mischief and chaos just as we did. Messer’s Moony would like to point out though that when one or all three of you are done, simply call out ‘Mischief Managed’ otherwise the sacred secrets of the Marauder’s will be visible to prying eyes.’”

“What does that mean?” asked George.

“Let me try it.” I held up my wand and gave it a tap as I said, “Mischief Managed.” The map soon began to fold itself up and the map of Hogwarts as well as all the messages that had been written disappeared, leaving us with a black parchment once again.

“This is brilliant! Imagine it guys, the mischief we could get away with. No one would be able to find us because we could find all the secret passage ways in and out of the castle.” Fred said as he grabbed the map and held it up high.

“I say we meet at least once a week to look at this map in greater depth that way we can plan out our pranks and tricks.” George said.

“I can get behind that. And like I said, someone’s gotta keep an eye on you two.”

“Oh c’mon (N/n), why do you have to act like our mum?”

“Because if I let you boys run as wild or join into the fray, we’d be expelled faster than you can say Babbling, bumbling band of baboons five times fast.” That’s when the two of them tried to say it but I shook my head and rolled my eyes playfully at them.

*End of flashback*

“I still can’t believe that both your dad and godfather were the creators of the Marauder’s Map. Did they ever know you had it?”

“When Harry got it confiscated he did spill my name to uncle Remus. Thankfully he wasn’t too upset and said that if anyone should’ve found it, he was glad the first one to was an heir to the Map’s secrets.”

“Uhh technically it was me who found it.”

“Yeah but who was the one to figure out its secret message?” I shook my head softly laughing as I reached for the last nougat on the plate.

“Do you remember the Quidditch World cup?” I turned to him perplexed.

“I don’t think anyone could ever forget what happened that night.”

“I know but that’s not exactly what I was referring to. I’m talking about before all that mess with the Death Eaters. Traveling through port key, getting ready for the tournament match, the after-party victory celebration over Ireland’s victory.” George said as he inched himself closer and closer to me until his arm was wrapped behind me as it rested on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” That whole day was in fact a memorable one, probably the most fun I’ve had in a long while since the constant threat of Voldemort returning to Hogwarts since Harry’s arrival.

“That day was honestly the best day of my life. And it wasn’t just because of Ireland’s victory.”

“And what was the reason for it being the best day of your life Georgie?” I felt him stroke his thumb along my shoulder and a shiver went down my spine.

“Because it made me realize what you truly meant to me.”

“George…..”

“I know I’m rubbish for saying this now! You’re hurting and I’m just confusing you but I can’t hold this in any longer. I love you (Y/n) Celeste Black. Ever since the World Cup, my feelings for you changed into something greater. I began thinking back on all the little things we went through. Our friendship together and I don’t want to lose that with you so if I just did, you don’t have to say anything, I’ll—”

I ceased his rambling with a kiss.  I felt his body tense up but I separated from him and whispered to him.

“You talk too much.” We then wrapped our arms around each other and kissed each other deeper this time.  Our love and passion coming into this one kiss. 

My hands brushing through his short ginger locks while he pulled me into his lap to the point where I was straddling him and his hands remained at my waist before the need for air became necessary for both of us.

“I love you too George Fabian Weasley. It was at the time of the Yule Ball when my feelings for you began to change. At first I thought I was going mad but I came to accept it, but I was too afraid of losing you. And then losing my….my dad it—”

“I know, I know.” He reached up and placed a hand to my cheek and I nuzzled into his palm and placed my hand on top of his.

“But you became my light in the darkness. Even my dad saw it, I don’t know if he knew it was you specifically but he knew. He told me that I should at least deserve a happy ending in some part of my story after all the pain and loss I’ve been through.”

“And you do. Why else do you think after all these years I try to make you laugh every day? I think that’s the first thing I began to love about you.” I smiled and pressed my forehead against his.

“Is that why you and Fred agreed to allow me to take co-ownership of the shop?”

“Part of it is for that reason. Half of these products come from that brilliant Ravenclaw brain of yours, it’s only fair we give you the credit you deserve.” I smiled softly and brushed my nose against his and he did the same for me.

“I love you, George Fabian Weasley.”

“I love you more (Y/n) Celeste Black, and I solemnly swear to dedicate my life to making you smile and laugh every day for as long as I live.”

“And I solemnly swear the same to you, George Fabian Weasley.” We both kissed each other until a voice interrupted our moment.

“Not that I don’t enjoy you two lovebirds finally admitting your feelings for one another, I could do without seeing you two snogging first thing in the morning.” George and I separated and it turned out that Fred was right, the two of us had stayed up all night talking and reliving old and fond memories.

“Sorry Fred.” I said to him as I got off of George’s lap.

“Don’t got to apologize to me.” He set his tea down before walking over to us, he sat on his usual spot to my left and brought me into a hug.  He rubbed my arm soothingly as he whispered, “Welcome to the family, sis.” He said to me softly before kissing the top of my head and whispered in my ear, “Though honestly and no judgement against you but I think you chose the wrong twin.”

“Oi!” exclaimed George which made me softly laugh.

“Nice try.” I playfully mocked.

“Sure I can’t convince you otherwise?”

“Fraid not, my heart’s made its choice.” I said looking up at him.  Fred looked down at me with those soft brown eyes of his.

“Can’t argue with that logic.” Fred shrugged.  “You’ve got a good one Georgie, don’t screw it up.” Fred kissed the top of my head again before leaving his couch.  “It’s opening day today you lot, time to look our best and open this shop for business.”

“Will you be alright? We did just stay up all night after all.” I asked George.

“I’ll be fine, past few weeks have been all-nighters anyway. Besides, Fred and I promised to show you the surprise we had in store for you together.”

“And you really can’t even give me a hint as to what it could be?”

“Well…..” he sang out in a stretch before simply saying, “Nope. You’ll just have to wait love.” I let out a groan as I splayed myself across his lap.

“You know I hate surprises.”

“But unlike most surprises we spring on you, this is one I know you’ll love.” He said stroking through my hair.  “Now come on love,” he bent down and softly kissed my lips.  “We’ve got a big day ahead of us and I could do with some of your famous blueberry pancakes.” I sat up and together George and I walked toward the kitchen to get our day started.

As the day went on and the opening became such a huge success, I thought back to dad’s conversation that last Christmas we spent together.  Being with the boys and helping them with their shop, George and I now finally able to be together as a couple, the darkness that once surrounded my world was starting to grow brighter as the weight of his death was slowly being lifted.

I held my locket tightly in my palm as I closed my eyes and sighed deeply thanking both him and mum.  I was gonna try to hold onto the light that I now had in the darkness, and never let it go.