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sirenjose · 3 months ago

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Characters' Wishing Stars

(Updated to include every character's wish, then added more thoughts about more of the other wishes. Thoughts on Norton's/Fool's Gold's and Jose's are at the end)

Part 1 - Wishing Stars

Survivors

Lucky: I wish for good fortune for everyone! May the lucky star bless all!

Emily: May all be endowed with wellness and joy. May sickness be but a distant shadow in this world.

Freddy: I've made some mistakes, Martha, but I've never regretted loving you.

Kreacher: Set adrift toward the yonder, and let everyone know: Kreacher's ambitions shall be made manifest! Mark my words!

Emma: Father, Mother, are you well? Do you, too, gaze up at the stars this evening?

Servais: I wish to one day stand on the grandest stage of magic! That day will surely come.

Kurt: To live in this beautiful world is a blessing, and in the future, I hope to pursue adventures in higher, farther, and grander realms!

Naib: Will this lantern reach the rivers of my homeland? If so, I wish for it to tell her I'm doing well.

Martha: May each soul find sanctuary, never to lose oneself, never to drift astray.

Tracy: Changing the world might be too lofty an ideal, but I at least want to invent things that bring happiness to more people!

William: Someday, I will be acknowledged! Victory is the domain of the brave-those who defy adversity!

Helena: The night sky must be beautiful, just as it is in my imagination. If possible, I'd like to see this wonderful world with my own eyes someday.

Fiona: Mother, do you see? I've taken another step closer to the truth of this world.

Vera: Vera, I wish you well. It was all worth it.

Kevin: They say the departed become stars.. Even now, I still remain shamefully illuminated by your light.

Margaretha: In the not-too-distant future, there will surely be a stage as brilliant as this starry sky meant solely for me. This is my wish.

Eli: Stars, rivers, flowers. This is a beautiful dream I never anticipated, so please let this dream last a little longer.

Aesop: May this lantern find tranquil shores, as may I.

Norton: I want to live a better life.

Patricia: May fate judge all wrongdoing.

Murro: Well-being to all! I hope someone, somewhere, will remember Murro.

Mike: I wish to bring joy to more people and help everyone forget their troubles!

Jose: May all my loved ones embark on their own journeys, and may lighthouses guide them to safe harbors.

Demi: Brother, are you well? Are you admiring this starry sky too?

Victor: To whoever sees my letter and lantern, know that Victor wishes you eternal happiness.

Andrew: Though I cannot gaze directly upon the sun, this eve, I've beheld the most resplendent darkness. I am grateful for this night and for those who accompany me.

Luca: Those who march toward science and truth will not regret it. One day, I will prove everything.

Melly: What a beautiful night. I hope all those little lives be cherished, as they rest beneath the grass and leaves.

Edgar: The shifting starry sky hides endless beauty and mystery, and we mortals, mere chroniclers of this splendor, stand and gaze, as do I.

Ganji: I wish the people of my hometown healthy and prosperous. At least, tonight, I'm looking at the same sky as you.

Annie: May every child grow in peace and happiness. May every little toy cradle your grandest dreams.

Emil: I often forget the past, but from now on, every day shall brim with bliss. I wish that everyone could remember only happiness.

Ada: I wish for Emil's good health. May we all cherish the present and the love of others.

Orpheus: Fate pens the finest tales, so I hope everyone's story holds fewer regrets, twists, and at least, more favorable conclusions.

Memory: The stars are exceptionally beautiful tonight! I also wish to be a kind, loving person who brings happiness to everyone.

Weeping Clown: One day, when the audience watches Joker, they, too, will wear a genuine, satisfied smile.

Professor: I don't have any wishes, save for this lantern to journey far, far away.

Qi: May old companions fare well.

Frederick: The night always brings to mind fragments of the past and chaotic whispers, yet from such whispers, countless great inspirations arise.

Alice: Alice, follow the path you believe to be true, for earnest living begets serendipity.

Charles: Stars, please tell me - should I hold on a little longer?

Lily: I shall alter all through sheer endeavor, Simon.

Matthias: Will the moonlight shine on me… on Matthias?

Florian: The bright yet warmthless stars evoke memories of childhood Christmases.

Evelyn: Are you still searching for your destination.

Hunters

Leo: Lisa, may you grow up healthy and safe.

Joker: Come on! I wish for everyone to share in the madness and mirth with me!

Jack: Should I wish for clarity, or pray to forever bask in this enchanting night…

Bane: May no creature suffer harm. May the heart of humanity awaken to conscience.

Violetta: Oh, beautiful stars… I wish everyone well! I hope… I hope everyone can be loved.

Michiko: Love is bittersweet, and time ticks on without a care. Gazing at the moon always brings to mind those no longer with us.

Hastur: (There is no writing on the wishing star, but it shows signs of having been soaked in water.)

Wu Chang: May you be well, may the years be kind, and may lovers remain together in love.

Joseph: Does moonlight hold the power to turn back time? If such a thing were true, I'd wish to return to the time when you were still here.

Burke: It's too late for me to start making any wishes. But if everyone else is safe and happy, this old soul can rest easy.

Yidhra: (The wishing star is blank, but a fierce night wind blows upon beholding it.)

Robbie: I want a songbird that can fly to where my parents are and sing to them.

Luchino: Rather than making wishes, I believe humanity ought to strive for advancement through diligence.

Mary: The illusion of opulence has been shattered. Given another beginning, I'd choose to be the master of my destiny.

Bonbon: It's been a pleasure knowing you! Bonbon!

Ann: I'm lucky to have found a purpose in life. I hope everyone's kindness and faith will not be in vain.

Antonio: My violin bow, please play the most exquisite, unbound melodies.

Galatea: Stars above, please grant me more inspiration and opportunities to create beautiful works.

Percy: (The wishing star is unmarked, save for traces of motor oil, resembling a moon perhaps?)

Polun: We want money! Wealth! Fame! Of course, we want our dear father and mother too!

Grace: I wish for no one to be lonely. I wish that you could all be happy. As for me, I can't think of any wishes.

Philippe: If my sister and I could gaze at this starry sky together, my wish would be fulfilled.

Nightmare: Congratulations, you've glimpsed the writings of the "Nightmare" in this wondrous dream!

Keigan: I wish for this world to have more justice and rationality. That should be enough.

Alva: May more forsake the folly of human nature and choose to approach the truth.

Ithaqua: Mother, if possible, I wish to at least dream of those moments in the woods and snow at night.

Sangria: Burn once more, for I still seek to prove my worth.

Fool's Gold: I've already dug my way out of fate's mine. Haven't I?

Ivy: (The paper is scribbled with 2 little girls holding a wishing star lantern together.)

Part 2 - Thoughts

In general, all of them are pretty good and I definitely think helps paint a better picture of each character, who they are deep down, and what their priority/goal is.

Quite a few few of them though are fairly sad, including (to me) Freddy, Naib, Helena, Kevin, Murro, Ganji, Charles, Violetta, Joseph, Burke, Robbie, Philip, Ithaqua, Fool's Gold, and Ivy. I have to say, the ones that made me feel the worst were Kevin and Burke (especially the latter. Can you not make me feel like I wanna cry?).

Freddy's I quite like as I think it tells a lot about him. He admits he's not perfect, he admits even things he did weren't right, but for good or ill he still loves Martha Remington. To me, it's that admission of his mistakes I like the most.

Naib and Ganji both simply wishing to be home, with their families, but because they can't they just wish that their loved ones are happy and sufficiently taken care of. Despite how they may be depicted in their games, they both have a lot of sorrow in their heart and have been through quite the ordeals, all while being far from home and any chance to return is slim or difficult to acquire. Everything they do matters little compared to their longing to return home and move past all this.

Helena's wish I to see the world one day, for obvious reasons, is quite sad considering how she lost her eyesight when she was young. As a result, she can only imagine and dream of seeing the sky. The fact there's little chance she'll regain her sight somehow (unless something happens in the future) is what makes this line hurt the most.

Murro's wish is only for someone to remember him, which honestly is quite the implication of how he feels about himself and how he thinks others' feel about him. He's been through so much, losing his parents, then his ill treatment and abuse while he was kept by Bernard, to the point he simply wanted to get away from people and just be with his partner. It's that feeling he's given up hope, and the idea that this is all he thinks he's capable of hoping for... It's like he already thinks he has no future and nothing much to look forward to.

Wishes of people like Charles, Robbie, Joseph, Philip, Ithaqua, and Ivy are focused on the loss of those close to them, some of which are consumed by the guilt at their role in that loss or inability to prevent their death. Joseph especially has devoted the rest of his life to attempting to revive Claude, and has been incapable of ever having a single moment where he isn't thinking about his twin. It makes me think about what Michiko said regarding the bittersweetness of love, and how time marches on whether or not those we love are left behind. The important question being whether a person is capable of moving forward or will be stuck looking back, which is the whole theme with Orpheus.

Violetta's wish hurts me due to me reading into her line and feeling like she's referring to herself. And the idea that she's wishing there was someone out there who will love her, as her being abandoned by her parents, taken by Max who treated her like an object to attract attention to his freak show and earn him money, but once she no longer did, he disposed of her, leaving Violetta feeling unwanted. Despite what she's been through, she is still a kind and positive person, but even she has moments where she can't help but let slip hints about her true feelings.

Kevin of course has been and still is a very sad boy. He, like Joseph, has his thoughts forever stuck on the loved ones he lost. He is incapable of moving past Angelina's death, further compounded by his guilt regarding Angelina's father and the tribe. He is trapped by his guilt. It's the fact that Kevin refuses to forgive himself, blaming himself for everything that has happened, is why Kevin's wish hurts me so much.

Burke... I don't even know what to say. This was the 1 that I think hurt the most for a bunch of reasons that I don't quite know how to put to words. Netease, please stop trying to make me cry.

As for other wishes that caught my attention:

Mike's simple wish to bring joy to people and help them forget their troubles was curious, as I think it really helps give a better idea about him, considering he's someone I sometimes find tricky to figure out. His deductions depict him as pretty mischievious, especially with things like using rocks or nitrogen in his tricks. But then we get to the tragedy, and all we don't really get any more ... good descriptions from Mike himself as to how he is internally. Except for hints based on how he went to the morgue to confirm who was dead and who was missing. And then with his suspicion of (and disgust for) Margaretha, as well as Joker. His last deduction and backstory really emphasize that his singular goal is essentially revenge. Yet we learn in through the letters that he was unable to do so even when he's given the chance. This is why I at least personally appreciate this little detail about his interest in people's happiness and desire to fix all their problems. It helps put everything else in better perspective.

Vera's was mainly due to how she says it was "all worth it". This seems to confirm how she feels about her actions, despite the sorrow she describes in her 1st letter due to her own actions, and despite the reality of what she did. She continues to reason with herself that, despite the cost, it all worked out in the end. It could show just how broken she's become due to how she grew up due to her father and everyone looking down on her and treating her the way they did. It could show just how hard her heart has become as a result. But it's also possible to read this line as trying to convince herself to not regret. To not dwell on what she's done. To try to tell herself that it's ok, it's ok, it's ok. If this is true, whether or not she actually fully believes this attempt to reason with herself is a separate question.

Margaretha's further confirms the type of person she's in and the life she's interested in. She's still interested in luxury, she's still a bit vain, just like her personality info in-game states. However, what I was focused on was how she talks about having a stage "solely for me". This to me reads as she wants to be able to move forward and survive on her own without having to rely on others, like she did previously with Sergei, or how she's "exploiting" Joker. Which I think is a good development on her part, as I think it shows growth. It's something that may take time, but she's expressing determination to achieve this goal.

Martha was primarily of interest to me as, similar to Violetta, I read it as she was essentially referring to herself. It's a lament over the fact she has no place she sees as "home", and she doesn't even know who she is anymore. She's taken on too many identities, and gone through so much that she isn't sure who is the real her or if even if she does remember if it'll actually feel right to her anymore. She's lost and doesn't know how to find her way back on to the path. Her wish is a warning to others the way I see it, which is imporant considering what we learn happened with her in her game.

Sangria's I find curious as I never really thought about her like that, the idea that she wants to "prove [her] worth". It can make sense considering her backstory and deductions emphasize how badly she was treated by her father and the fact she was viewed as "less than a toy", as well as make sense based on whatever happened between her and the lady to cause Sangria to later ask to "get back on stage". I feel like this wish could potentially help understand some of what happens with her in her game...

Then there's Nightmare. Which to me feels... the strangest and almost out of place of any of the wishes. I'm still not quite sure about the real meaning behind it yet but it does make me think...

On that same tangent, I'll go to Orpheus next. Similarly, his line is quite interesting and will take me some time to really digest. The fact he speaks of wanting to reduce other people's regrets and give them "more favorable conclusions" to me is strange. Some of the stories he writes don't exactly feel like he's trying to give the people it's based on better "conclusions", nor does it feel like he's doing that with the participants of each of his games. Though looking at a different place, what he seems to be doing to Kevin in his 4th letter does feel like he's trying to manipulate Kevin's memories to make him think Angelina isn't dead. The entire truth of the goal of Orpheus' experiments and actions is still something I don't think we fully grasp yet. It's possible more is happening to the participants than we know (especially with how of them, or at least their bodies, are missing, and I still wonder about Yidhra's and Joseph's involvements, considering the Dreamlands or Joseph's photo world could potentially present Orpheus an opportunity to maybe give individuals a happier story if they are trapped there, especially with the memory drugs, but I'm still unsure about so much...).

Norton's wish is such a great but simple enough summary for his character. He's not asking to be rich. He's not asking for gold despite that's what he searched for in Golden Cave. He's not asking for anything in particular. All Norton cares about is having a "better" life. Something more than being trapped in poverty, with a job that could kill him at any time, and especially over time the longer he has it. He wants to not have to worry about starving all the time, or worry if he'll have a place to shelter for the night, or worry about cruel coworkers or employers, any other necessities he needs. We've seen that he isn't asking for anything fancy. He eats simple bread, and spends what little spare money he has on books and knowledge. He just wants enough so he'll never have to worry about going back to that life again.

Which is interesting when considering Fool's Gold's wish: "I've already dug my way out of fate's mine. Haven't I?". This to me sounds like he's trying to convince himself. He's desperately hoping he's finally escaped the mine, which he describes as "fate's" mine. This referencing his "fate" as a miner due to his father also being a miner. The fact he describes it as how he "dug my way out" is a way of showing how he's done everything himself. He was the one who's fought tooth and nail to get out of his situation, who's spent all his blood, sweat, and tears to originally just work hard enough to earn what he can, and then when that didnt work find another way, and when he was trapped in Golden Cave, how he literally dug his way out (which shows how badly he wants to live). "Fate" being a "mine" also has the symbolism of Norton originally seeing his fate as somethin dark, made by someone else who forced him into it, a place with little room to move full of many dangers, surrounded by many people who either treated him badly or only cared for themselves, and the only path forward led further and further down. This was why Norton wants to escape his fate, and why he's been so desperate to do anything he can if it means a way out. He wants a brighter fate, one not trapped underground, but a fate out in the open world where the sky is the limit. Unfortunately though, as we can see from the ending of Fool's Gold's wish, Norton isn't entirely convinced he's completely escaped his fate. Which is curious and I wish I could see the reasoning behind his thoughts. Is it because he's afraid he'll be caught for what he did? Is it because he's afraid he'll have to go back to the mine if he is unable to find any other way of making a living? Is it because of whatever happened while he was trapped in the mind that he's continuously referenced but never explained, that's lead to him being so deathly afraid of the place? Or does it have something to do with his current situation with Orpheus and whatever the order was in his 2nd letter? Considering this is the 2nd time we've seen Norton trying to convince himself but failing to do so completely by the end (the 1st time being in Norton's 2nd letter where he tries to convince himself to go through with the assassination order), I wonder if it's possible these 2 things could be related. Maybe he feels like or is starting to feel like his current situation is not any better than it was before when he was still a miner, or when he was trapped in Golden Cave. Which is curious as that seems to reinforce how we can't be completely sure what Norton will do in the final game, or what the full truth of his relationship with Orpheus, Alice, and the others is. It's also interesting this line comes from Fool's Gold, who also appeared in Norton's backstory trailer, before he causes Golden Cave to collapse. He's holding his head, and seemingly fighting with himself over whether he should do it or not. Hunter Norton seems to be a way of showing Norton's internal dilemma, his war with himself, with how Hunter Norton is likely symbolized in Norton's 2nd letter, and now again here when Norton's trying to convince himself that he's escaped his fate. But unlike the 1st time in the mine when Hunter Norton managed to win out and cause the mine collapse, these other 2 times haven't ended with a certain winner, which could show how Norton's changed or how he may not be willing to do the same thing again. But maybe I'm thinking too hard.

As for Jose, I wish I could understand him better. Despite how his father treated him, despite how he only cared about fame and fortune, despite how he was only ever concerned about looking good for the Queen and everyone he deemed important, Jose still wishes his "loved ones" to stay safe essentially. Who that would be besides his family I'm not sure. We never learn about his mother, and there's really no one else that could be outside of maybe some people he was friends with, though he specifically says "loved ones". We don't know if he was friendly with those on his crew, though we know at least some were of the same type of person as Jose's father based on Jose's deduction 7, while others died either when Jose's father vanished or during deduction 4. We now know he's tied in some way to Sam Bourbon but not the specifics of that relationship (how friendly were they?). Therefore, it's most likely he's referring to his father here. I wish I knew more about Jose's feelings and relationship with his father, considering deduction 7 and 8, as well as other bits don't exactly make Joaquin out to be a good person or see his son as anything but an object. But it's possible it was because Jose's father was the only family he ever had, and he simply wished he could've stopped him from doing what Jose didn't agree with and/or helped change him for the better.

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daffi-990 · 9 months ago

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Inspiration Saturday/Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon & @diazsdimples. Tagging you all back (except James lol) for SSS 😘

I’m deep in the trenches of Chapter 8 of Rival Firefighters 🚒 and ngl I feel like it’s kicking my ass. Almost everything I’ve written for this chapter I’m second guessing. But on a positive note I think I’m about 3/4 of the way through? Maybe more?

Prev snippet here.

Oh and have a mood board.

They didn’t even know if Buck was alive.

The last people to see him were the other survivors Chris had been found with. And according to Chris, Buck had fallen into the water when it began receding back out to sea which was hours ago. Buck could be anywhere. He could be de–.

No.

Eddie shakes his head stubbornly.

No, he can’t give up on him.

He won’t.

They continue on, the sun casting an eerie glow over the water as it begins to set. Eddie is exhausted, his throat raw from desperately calling out for Buck. After hours of searching he finally decides to stop and take a break, sitting down on the hood of battered-up volts wagon, Lena coming to sit beside him. She rustles around in her bag before pulling out two water bottles, handing one to Eddie who accepts it with a small thanks. He sips on the water, the liquid offeing some relief to his throat, but he can still taste the bitterness of fear and worry on his tongue.

They sit in silence, sipping the cool water and watch as the last of daylight fades.

"Maybe we should split up.” Lena says as she twists the cap of her water bottle between her fingers. “We can cover more ground that way, increase our chances."

Eddie considers Lena's suggestion, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Despite the possible dangers lurking in the flood water, he knows that they need to find Buck as quickly as possible.

“Okay",” Eddie finally agrees. “But lets check in every 15-minutes on the radio. Sound good?"

“Sounds good.” Lena rises from her seat, offering a hand to Eddie and pulling him to his feet. Her grip on his arm is firm and reassuring. "He's out there, Eddie. We'll find him."

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moontheoretist · 8 months ago

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I just learned that DA2 was supposed to have an expansion called "Exalted March" in which Anders was supposed to appear as the "redeemed warden" (whatever that means) and that this expansion was later scrapped and most of ideas from it was shoved into DAI. So I'm here like: where is my alive and happy Anders? WHERE IS MY LIL REVOLUTIONARY BABY THAT FOUGHT FOR THE RIGHT CAUSE?!

But tbh if making him redeemed warden meant that he would stand against everything he worked so hard for till now I'd be disapointed, hence why I choose to interpret it as Anders who never would go back on what he did, because what he did was good for all mages and his redemption is simply about him just finally taking care of himself.

That's it. That's everything he needs.

Also, if anybody comes at me with "but he started a war, and many people died because of him" I will come at all of you with a power of thousand suns screaming "Fiona started the war and good for her!"

It's so annoying when everybody just keeps blaming Anders as if the Circle of Magi didn't have a whole ass vote to separate the Circles from the Chantry that Fiona initiated and then Templars went ape shit and started murdering mages left and right as if it was normal.

If you want to blame someone, blame the Templars. Because they were actually the ones who started the war. Fiona just called for a vote while Templars were the ones who declared the war when they saw the results. They just didn't like that mages voted in favor of leaving.

#anders #dragon age

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mclennonlgbt · 9 days ago

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hi, who is your favourite songwriters and why?

Joni Mitchell: Of all the musicians I've ever listened to, Joni is definitely my favorite. Tbh, I pay less attention to her lyrics (shame on me), and more to the melodies, which are incredibly beautiful, full of extraordinary sensitivity, flair, nuances, and at the same time sticking to real human emotions. I just melt in them. In addition to songwriting skills, Joni also has a wonderful, original, pretty voice. My favorite album from her (and also one of my favorite albums ever) is "Court and Spark" - very cinematic, funny, and at the same time touching on the topic of uncertainty.

Ray Davies: A very underrated artist. I rarely see him on top lyricists list - which is a same because he deserves it! Actually, in terms of lyrics he's my favorite. When it comes to wry, intelligent social commentary, Ray is second to none. I love the atmosphere of his songs. Using both words and melody, he introduces an atmosphere of a mixture of irony and nostalgia, which is completely unique. Songs like "Lazy Old Sun", "Autumn Almanac", "Shangri-La", "Dead End Street" (and others) are masterpieces.

John Lennon: When it comes to Beatles songs, most of my favorites were written by John. Starting with "Rubber Soul", his compositions were brutally honest, yet subtle: John showed you everything you wanted to know through beautiful means of expression. I love both his autobiographical songs ("Julia", "I'm Only Sleeping") and his psychedelic ones ("Strawberry Fields", "I Am the Walrus"). His play with words is great. Hot take: Lennon wrote just as good melodies as McCartney, but his melodies were just different - not as conventionally pretty (apart from "In My Life", "If I Fell"), not as "smooth", but equally good. As for his solo career, it's a bit disappointing, but "John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band" is one of the greatest albums of all time. The way John conveys his rage, pain and disappointment there is inimitable.

Paul McCartney: When it comes to ex-Beatles careers, Paul definitely wins. The number of great songs he has written - whether with Wings, with Linda or during his solo career - is mind-boggling. His versatility is impressive. Pop, music hall, indie, hard rock, ambient, classical music - you'll find it all in Paul's rich catalog. He was and is an amazing songwriter, vocalist and bassist. And, as Dylan said, he's so damn effortless. My favorite albums are: "McCartney", "RAM", "Venus and Mars", "Wings over America", "London Town", "Tug of War", "Electric Arguments".

I also like: Sinéad O'Connor, Linda Perhacs, Margo Guryan, Carly Simon, James Taylor, Fiona Apple, Paul Simon...

#joni mitchell #ray davies #john lennon #paul mccartney #the kinks #the beatles #songwriter #ask #anon

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elvensorceress · 10 months ago

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Sunday sentences

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Eddie leans against the fridge and watches Buck put the last few cans and jars away. He clearly has a system and there is no interrupting Buck’s organizational systems. So, Eddie merely gazes at him, unable to keep the smile from spreading over his face. Buck is ridiculously silly and adorable, and he’s home. This is their home together.

They have a life and a home and a son together. And they belong to each other.

Eddie doesn’t know how long it might take before those facts don’t make him choked up and dangerously close to happy tears. But a few hours is not long enough. He’s not sure a few lifetimes will be long enough.

“Thanks so much for coordinating with me and letting us keep up with everything.” Buck puts away the last can of green chilies and runs a box of cereal to the cupboards near the fridge, and then folds and stacks all the empty grocery bags. “No, no I really appreciate it and I know he does, too. He was worried he wouldn’t get to be in class with his friends anymore and he’s been working so hard. So— so thank you. Yeah, you too. I’ll keep in touch and he’ll see you this Monday. Yeah— yeah. Awesome. Have a good one.” He ends the call, sets his phone down with a loud thunk, and spins one more time until he’s facing Eddie with a beaming smile. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Yeah, several lifetimes of this won’t be enough. Eddie’s face heats and he has to match that bright smile, and just stare at his beautiful, ridiculous, magical, amazing partner. “Hi, love.”

Buck giddily bounces over to him, wraps Eddie in his arms, and kisses him to make up for all the very long minutes apart. It wasn’t even two hours, but it was far too long. “I missed you,” Buck even says while kissing Eddie’s cheek and jaw and the corner of his mouth, like everywhere wouldn’t be enough.

Eddie laughs as he holds on tightly with an arm around Buck’s waist.

Until Buck stops the kissing and leans away. “What you think it’s funny? That I missed you already? You don’t believe me?”

The exact opposite actually. “No, it’s not funny. Yes, I believe you.” Eddie pulls him back in and kisses him again, long and wet and full of overflowing joy. “I missed you, too. So much. Too much. I don’t like not doing chores and errands together. It was a stupid plan.”

Buck holds him closer, more securely, and giggles as he kisses back. “It was your plan.”

“Yeah, well. Again, it was stupid. I hate it. Tell me it’s stupid next time I suggest something terrible like that.” He takes hold of Buck’s thick upper arms and spins them so he can press Buck into the corner and atone for this egregious offense. He scatters kisses and soft nips along Buck’s jaw and down his neck and breathes in the inherent sweetness of Buck’s warmth until there’s nothing in his own head but dizzy dreamy warm luscious joy.

Buck whimpers and nearly melts all the way to the floor. Eddie holds him up though. He needs to shower him with affection. They’ve been without for more than a hundred and thirteen minutes, and he can’t be without anymore.

He nuzzles against the slope of Buck’s neck and shoulder and presses long, open-mouthed kisses to his warm skin. Buck’s hand comes up to slide through Eddie’s hair and cradle his head, so gentle and loving it makes thrumming, simmering heat coast over Eddie’s cold skin. He wasn’t cold before. But being touched by Buck is so much like summer sun and lit fireplaces and heating pads and hot baths and laundry fresh out of the dryer. It makes Eddie realize he’s been lonely and frozen for so long.

But he’s not anymore.

Buck tips his head back, offering more of his throat, and Eddie has to taste. He has to lick and feel heartbeat under his tongue. It leaves wet trails when he slides over sweet, musky, salty skin and he has to suck patches of light pink nearly red marks into skin because saliva is just not enough to sufficiently claim or possess and show belonging.

Eddie wants more skin. He wants to feel Buck soft and warm against him. He wants Buck hot and sticky and sweaty and all over him.

Except there’s a young, disgruntled voice from the doorway, “Oh, you’re doing this again. You know if I were at a friend’s house, you could do whatever you want and I wouldn’t have to be disturbed over here about what’s going on in our kitchen.”

Buck attempts to stand up more on his own, but Eddie doesn’t let him go. Just in case. Just because. But he does turn enough to look over at Chris. “I thought you wanted alone time in your room. Do you need something, bud?”

Chris raises an eyebrow at him and now looks too much like Shannon and Eddie has no hope of surviving ever. “Yes. You said you were going to talk about it. Me going to a friend’s house. This doesn’t look like talking about it.”

Eddie lets out a barely patient huff and looks to Buck. “What do you think?”

Buck’s eyes widen like he wasn’t expecting this at all. “What do I think? I mean—” He gives Eddie a look, subtly glances down between them where they are pressed together, and his cheeks turn pink. And— okay. Eddie can see how this is a very unnecessary question. At least as far as Buck’s point of view. He was already bringing up the idea of date night for them.

A first date.

A first date that isn’t really a first date but is still new, different, exciting. The start of the rest of their lives? Or something like that but less embarrassingly sappy. Potentially with a house all to themselves to come home to.

#buddie #fic: unless you ask me to #jenwyn wip #buddie wip #seven sentence sunday #911 #if you see typos no you didn’t 🫣

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eliotbaum · 9 months ago

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As a DM running two different CoS games, I'm so curious about yours. How did Things happen with Lydia? Is Victor around? It all sounds very very different from how I portray both her and Wachter.

Sorry for letting this sit so long! Finally had time to write stuff down. All the infos about our game's Lydia, the Vallakovich and Wachter family under the cut. Spoilers!

[CW for emotional (spousal) abuse, miscarriages, birth trauma]

So here's some general infos about Lydia and Fiona's backstories. We got to know Lydia as we were welcomed in the Vallakovich home by the oh so happy couple. In the middle of the night, no less, after just having been hunted through the woods by Morganta. My cleric PC spent a lot of time in the St. Andral church Lydia frequented, as he helped out Lucian. Through his time with the Vallakovichs, who took a liking to him, he learned more about how deeply unhappy and sadly, emotionally abused Lydia was in her marriage. What started out in a mutually loving relationship ended tragically onesided, as Vargas lost himself to his madness and paranoia over the years, while Lydia held onto hope that tomorrow, maybe another chance for them will come.

Viktor was almost a miracle to the couple. With miscarriages and stillbirths, Lydia grew more strained and anxious to provide an heir. When Viktor was finally born then, and survived, it was supposed to be a joyous occasion — but Lydia fell into postpartum depression and Vargas, already tilting towards his ideology, was no support to her. Or Viktor, as Vargas was afraid to repeat the mistakes of his own abusive father's past. Viktor was practically raised by his nanny, who ended up as his first victim in his teleportation experiments. Lydia and Vargas never knew.

Fiona Wachter staged a coup, assassinated Vargas and almost Lydia and Viktor as well. So Lydia was there on the stage when everything escalated. She was saved, and Viktor teleported away — now caught in a teleportation loop after aiming for magic too powerful.

Lydia was completely broken after this, but embraced a second chance and a new chapter in life.

Fiona's storyline is similar as to the one in canon I believe, though some things were toned down. Ties to Ravenloft, cultist, though one centered around a prophecy of the sun coming back to Barovia. Our DM linked Lydia's and Fiona's stories, so that they grew up as childhood friends, though the relationship strained more and more during Vargas' reign. Viktor drove Stella insane, Lydia, due to the All Will Be Well! ideology was a terrible friend during Fiona's time of grief. Stella's madness was Fiona's breaking point, and she aimed to eradicate all of the Vallakovichs.

#asks #replies #lydia petrovna #fiona wachter #curse of strahd #thx for coming to my noblewomen of vallaki ted talk #hope this answered the question

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237jenna · 10 days ago

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you must be an animal

the way you want to dig your teeth in me

poison me with the venom of impurity

like i am nothing but yours

in a world where one must feed to live

but did you know there is a life outside of me?

a life outside of your own body and mine?

there is a sun

and a moon

and a fair few stars to wish upon

and all these things

are permanent

don't you see?

i am nothing

however the one who truly and irrevocably craves my body is going to be the one who believes i am everything.

and i too am permanent.

if you see me as conditional

there is no hope for what you so carnally desire

you are tethered by your theriomorphic instincts

and the stars will never grant your wishes

their golden gleam will bathe you in mockery

as you tear my limbs to shreds

#literature #art #poetry #aesthetic #words #poetrycommunity #sylvia plath #girlhood #womanhood #women in literature #animal imagery #Spotify

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @bekkachaos @forthewolves @rewritetheending @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 @messyhairdiaz @spaceprincessem @jeeyuns @rogerzsteven @ladydorian05

thank you my loves! 💖

i am having a really great time putting eddie through it in my 5+1 calls fic so have a taste

Eddie chuckles and braces one hand on the back of Chris’ head as he leans down to bury a kiss in Chris’ curls which smell like citrus and sweat and boy, a youth permeating from him that is so sweet and precious, conjuring images of grassy fields warmed by the Texas sun and rippling rivers and Eddie running with a laughing girl beside him.

It’s a youth he hopes never fades, a youth he has witnessed in Buck, clutched delicately between large, fragile hands, fluttering and glowing and transparent, so Eddie knows it is something that can endure and by god Eddie will do everything in his power to make sure it does in his son.

“I’m glad you're home,” Chris mumbles into his shirt, rubbing his head back and forth across the fabric in a cute little nuzzle.

A sharp pang echoes throughout Eddie, rolling around in between his bones, clanging like some kind of warning bell. He wonders if Chris still remembers or thinks about the days and nights when Eddie coming home wasn’t even a possibility, when he never even considered waiting or looking forward to his father walking through the door because he knew it wouldn’t happen.

Tears rise up into his throat, forcing it to close tight around the wild pressure of them. But they don’t swell in his eyes. It’s been a long time since that happened, since his tears started and ended in the place belong. His tears always begin in the pit of his stomach, pulled from the very core of him where he tries to keep them buried, yanked up by a rough fist that is shaped and scarred like his own, weaving between bruised flesh and cracked bone until the tears become lodged in his throat and he has to make the decision to let them go, to let them complete their journey and fall from his eyes, or swallow them back down into the pit he designed specifically for them.

Eddie swallows them.

“Glad to be home,” Eddie responds, words roughened by the scrape of tears they have to rake across in order to get out of his mouth. He pokes at Chris’ side to make him giggle, the sound so much more beautiful and cherished and sweeter than any that Eddie could release, and its flavor disintegrates his tears enough that the invisible, unmeasurable particles they are composed of go down easily.

tagging: @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @anxieteandbiscuits @bucks118 @diazblunt @butchdiaz @shitouttabuck @fiona-fififi @loserdiaz @buddierights @cowboy-buck @cowboy-buddie @bvckandeddie @buck2eddie @try-set-me-on-fire @wh0re-behavi0r @diazass @paranoidbean @folk-fae @fleurdebeton @sibylsleaves @gayedmundodiaz @heartshapedvows @spotsandsocks @transbuck @watchyourbuck @eddiediaztho @king-buckley @transboybuckley @thewolvesof1998 @eowon and anyone else who wants to share!

#buddie #buddie wip #911 #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddie fic #5+1 calls #ryan writes #wip wednesday #911 fic #buck x eddie

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marcmarcmomarc · 1 month ago

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My version of @pmpknsoup’s post again, smaller and simpler.

This could be either a short like the ones from Volumes 4-6 so that Volume 10 can focus on the story, or something an episode of Volume 10 would include, but fade to the biggest interesting parts of Ruby’s explanation and not spend too much time on it so as to keep the plot moving.

INT. THEODORE’S OFFICE IN SHADE ACADEMY - EARLY EVENING

When Ruby apologizes for how long it’s taken to reveal where they’ve been.

When Ruby reveals that The Girl Who Fell Through the World is real, everyone is confused.

When Ruby recites the story of Penny she told to the toy soldiers, the gang, especially Winter and Pietro, grows emotional.

When Ruby reveals that the Curious Cat saved them from being beheaded, everyone grows interested.

When Ruby mentions being drugged by the Herbalist and almost giving into her past self, the group ranges from confused to nervous.

When Ruby talks about Ascension, such a concept catches the interest of the gang.

When Ruby reveals that Neo fell into the Ever After with them, too, Ren, Nora, Oscar, and Emerald grow worried.

When Ruby reveals that a grown-up Jaune with long hair and a beard was the Rusted Knight, everyone jumps back in shock.

When Ruby talks about the “punderstorm” and reveals that Yang and Blake are now girlfriends, everyone’s hearts melt.

When Ruby reveals that Jaune had been unhealthily protecting the Paper Pleasers and named them after everyone there, not a word is spoken as everyone exchanges concerned and uncomfortable looks with each other.

When Ruby talks about the Paper Pleasers offing themselves by drowning in the koi pond dam, then her blowing up at the others, everyone leans in anxiously…

…while Weiss, Blake, Yang, and Jaune share looks of guilt.

When Ruby reveals that Neo made clone illusions of their dead allies and beat her up with them, then gave in and drank the poison tea, everyone regards Ruby sorrowfully.

When Ruby reveals that Summer lied to them and left with Raven before never returning, then Raven cracks about how she told Summer, “First time for everything,” the gang gives her a look.

When Ruby reveals that she decided to be herself, came back, and helped the girls beat the Cat, everyone cheers for them.

When Ruby reveals that Neo used the Jabberwalkers to eat the Cat, everyone is shocked again.

When Ruby shares the Brother Gods’ backstory, and Nora jokes that the Tree was their mom and kicked them out for misbehaving, the gang can’t resist growing hysterical.

When Ruby announces that she’s not giving up the fight to save the world anytime soon and gives her speech, the gang congratulates her.

Starring the voices of:

Lindsay Jones as Ruby Rose

Cristina Vee as Robyn Hill

Aaron Dismuke as Oscar Pine

Kara Eberle as Weiss Schnee

Katie Newville as Emerald Sustrai

Caiti Ward as Velvet Scarlatina

Barbara Dunkelman as Yang Xiao Long

Samantha Ireland as Nora Valkyrie

Neath Oum as Lie Ren

Burnie Burns as Taiyang Xiao Long

Jason Liebrecht as Qrow Branwen

Anna Hullum as Raven Branwen

Howard Wang as Whitley Schnee

Arryn Zech as Blake Belladonna

Miles Luna as Jaune Arc

Tara Platt as Kali Belladonna

Anairis Quiñones as Harriet Bree

Michael Jones as Sun Wukong

Dawn M. Bennett as Elm Ederne

Shannon McCormick as Professor Ozpin

Additional Voices (no individual lines, but can be heard chattering, sobbing, gasping, cheering, laughing, and exclaiming, “Ooh,” and “Aww”):

Sena Bryer as May Marigold

Ashley Burns as Coco Adel

Tiana Camacho as Glynda Goodwitch

Cam Clarke as Bartholomew Oobleck

Michele Everheart as Fiona Thyme

Dave Fennoy as Dr. Pietro Polendina

Gavin Free as Scarlet David

Caitlin Glass as Willow Schnee

Mick Lauer as Marrow Amin

Cherami Leigh as Ilia Amitola

Marissa Lenti as Joanna Greenleaf

Joe MacDonald as Yatsuhashi Daichi

Aaron Marquis as Nolan Porfirio

Elizabeth Maxwell as Winter Schnee

Max Mittelman as Fox Alistair

Josh Ornelas as Sage Ayana

Anthony Sardinha as Peter Port

Kerry Shawcross as Neptune Vasilias

Keith Silverstein as Professor Theodore

Melissa Sternenberg as Maria Calavera

J. Michael Tatum as Klein Sieben

Kent Williams as Ghira Belladonna

Anne Yatco as Xanthe Rumpole

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richincolor · 4 months ago

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Exploring Big Cities Via Novels

Exploring large cities can be a lot of fun, but my feet and knees can’t always take all of the running around. Visiting via novels (or graphic novels) makes it a lot easier. It’s clearly not the same experience, but I do enjoy a little tourism via literature. The last few young adult (or new adult) titles I’ve read take place in London, San Francisco, and New York with nods to quite a few of the local landmarks. I enjoyed each of these in different ways and appreciated seeing the cities through other eyes.

London on My Mind is a rom-com with a bit of family drama and a brush with royalty. Kisses, Codes, and Conspiracies has all that you might expect with the title including a bit of romance along with a few thrilling moments. Roaming leans more coming-of-age as college freshman wander through the streets of New York.

With all three, it was nice to experience the settings along with the characters. When I saw the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco while on a walk last night it definitely made me think of a specific scene in Kisses, Codes, and Conspiracies. I didn’t make it all the way there though since as often happens, my feet were done before the rest of me wanted to give up for the day. I’m thankful for these glimpses of cities from the comfort of my reading chair.

London on My Mind by Clara Alves translated by Nina Perrotta PUSH

Sixteen-year-old Dayana has always dreamed of visiting London — to walk along the Thames, take pictures outside Buckingham Palace, and maybe even get a glimpse of Arthur, Prince of Wales, whose marriage has been all over tabloids. But the trip of her dreams turns into a royal nightmare when her mother passes away. Now, Day must leave Rio de Janeiro to live with her estranged father and his new family in London.

As it turns out, the U.K. isn’t exactly Day’s cup of tea. She struggles to forgive her father for walking out on her and her mom all those years ago; fights with her stepsister constantly; detests her stepmother; and she can’t even see One Direction in concert because they’ve been broken up for ages. All she wants to do is trade the rainy skies of London for the sun and beaches of Rio.

That’s when she runs into the girl of her dreams — literally: The coincidentally named Diana, a witty, funny, redhead who was in the middle of . . . escaping Buckingham Palace? Something isn’t right here, but it makes Diana all the more alluring. As time passes, and the two girls grow closer, Day can’t help but wonder if there is more than a little truth to the rumors surrounding Prince Arthur — and if Diana might be involved somehow. Is it all in her head, or could Day be caught up in a real-life royal scandal?

Kisses, Codes, and Conspiracies by Abigail Hing Wen Feiwel & Friends – Available August 13, 2024 (Thanks to the ALA Convention for the ARC)

Tan Lee finds himself embroiled in an unusual love triangle, all while trying to defuse a heist, unravel a conspiracy, and navigate the most complicated babysitting assignment ever in this YA novel by national bestselling author Abigail Hing Wen.

After a magical kiss at Prom, best friends Tan Lee and Winter Woo agree to cool it off, a plan that goes awry when their parents jointly head off to Hawaii and leave Tan and Winter to babysit Tan’s sister Sana together. If that isn’t complicated enough, Tan’s ex-girlfriend from Shanghai arrives on his doorstep with money stolen from her billionaire father and thugs on her heels.

Tan soon finds himself on the run, trying to out-maneuver international hackers and protect his friends, family and sister – and his own heart.

Roaming by Jillian Tamaki & Mariko Tamaki Drawn & Quarterly

Spring break, 2009. High school best friends Zoe and Dani are now freshman college students, meeting in a place they’ve wanted to visit forever: New York City. Tagging along is Dani’s classmate Fiona, a mercurial art student with an opinion on everything. Together, the three cram in as much of the city as possible, gleefully falling into tourist traps, pondering so-called great works of art, sidestepping creeps, and eating lots and lots of pizza (folded in half, of course). Roaming is a ground-breaking graphic novel from the authors behind New York Times bestseller and Caldecott Honor Book This One Summer.

#young adult #young adult lit #new adult

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dameronology · 2 years ago

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timing's a bitch (s.h) - 3/5

spring '86

i almost had you and i almost wish you would've loved me too - almost, bowling for soup (x)

"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother

a.k.a a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

You didn’t come back to Hawkins until Spring.

It was nothing to do with Steve. Actually, nothing had changed with him. Aside from looking at him and realising that he was single-handedly responsible for the best night of your life, he was still Steve to you. Steve, who you had shaken hands with and agreed that neither of you would ever mention the hook up. Steve, who had insisted you both have a mature conversation about your fight. Steve, who had continued to drive to the city every other fucking weekend since then so you could spend time together as best friends. Just best friends. Nothing else. Even though you shared ice cream at Coney Island and stalked through Battery City at six in the fucking morning to admire the views. You shared a bed and many demons but here you were. Best friends.

Spring Break came around quicker than you expected. You’d been eager to spend more than a singular weekend at home and actually catch up with your old friends; coffee with Nancy and record shopping with Eddie were all on the agenda, but Steve had insisted on booking you up for most of the week you were home. In some way, hooking up had accidentally brought you closer. All signs of co-dependency that you would rather have ignored than face in couples therapy. Who had the money?

That night had played on your mind over and over again, as had the other night that you and Steve almost-but-didn’t actually hook-up. That word, you’d found, had come up a lot in recent months: almost. You almost slept with him. You almost took Steve up on his offer of a relationship. You almost begged him to stay the morning after you fucked. So many almosts in the space of just a few months and it was starting to fry your brain. You’d gone fourteen years without ever thinking of Steve as anything more than a friend; fourteen years pitying whichever girl he was trying to woo that week. You’d never anticipated that you might one day be one of those girls.

It didn’t feel as bad as you thought it would.

Your first day home, as promised to your parents, was spent at their house. It was unpacking and lunch and then catching up on what you’d done since Christmas - though you refrained from telling them who you had done -and then finally, around sun down, they released you from their grip to go and meet your friends at the lake. Steve, as promised, pulled up outside your house at 8:02PM.

He met you half-way up the garden path, taking you in his embrace.

“Hey, stranger!”

“Hey, Steve,” you laughed. “I only saw you last week-”

“- in New York,” he cut you off, releasing you from his grip. He ran a hand over your hair with a grin. “Seeing you in Hawkins is…different.”

You frowned. “Different how?”

“Just different,” he shrugged. “C’mon, everyone’s already at the lake.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you huffed, following Steve to the car. “My mum was talking my ear off for like three hours about my Aunt Fiona’s operation.”

Steve smiled. “Don’t apologise. I visited her in hospital last week and she’s doing okay.”

“You visited my aunt in hospital?”

“Well…yeah,” he said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve known her basically my entire life.”

“It’s not that,” you replied. “It just looks really bad that I didn’t come from New York earlier to see her-”

“-it’s okay, you’re busy,” he shrugged. “Besides, I will always be Fiona’s favourite. The Golden Child.”

You chattered back and forth until you reached the lake.

As promised, Nancy was already down there with the gang and, true to her nature, she’d brought everything you could possibly need. A tent, towels, stuff to make s’mores when the sun went down. Evening was slowly creeping in but it was still very warm out - maybe seventy or so degrees - and the water looked beautiful under the pink sunset. Save for a few other groups dotted about the shores, the lake was pretty quiet. That meant that the group had spread out a little.

Still, that didn’t stop them all piling in your direction as soon as they saw you get out of Steve’s car. Nancy first, and then Robin, and then finally Eddie Munson wrapped his wily arms around you and dragged you over to where they were sat. There was no pointing in screaming and kicking - he was freakishly strong after all - because that would only encourage him even more to dump you straight in the lake. So, you were grateful when he dropped you on the ground and handed you a beer from his cooler.

“Beers are on me, ladies,” he grinned proudly. “Stole ‘em from my uncle.”

“And they say romance is dead,” Robin muttered.

“So,” Nancy rolled her eyes at them, pulling the attention to you. “How’s New York? How’s college?”

“It’s amazing!” you grinned. “The city is amazing and college is amazing and…it’s amazing.”

Steve leant over to you, voice lowered. “Say amazing one more time and we might believe you.”

“I wanna go to a proper one next year when I’m done with this community college bullshit,” Eddie chimed in. “I hear the hook-up culture is amazing at the inner-city ones. Better than it is here, I hope.”

“I mean…yeah, it’s good,” you shrugged. “Depends where you go, though.”

“There must be so many guys in New York,” Nancy said. “Found any nice suitors yet?”

No, the one I like is in Hawkins.

You glanced over at Steve, but shook your head. “There’s been some here and there but…all that’s boring. Let’s go in the lake before it gets dark!”

With that you, you cleared your throat and stood up. Tossing aside your t-shirt, you kicked off your shoes and ran into the water before anyone could ask any further questions.

The lake was cold, despite the warm air, and you quickly regretted throwing yourself in so quickly. Even though the ice cold water wasn’t any less painful than the conversation you were having back on the shore, you sort of preferred the suffering when it was just a metaphorical sense. Still, you forced yourself to swim further out in an attempt to get away and to warm-up. Two birds, one stone and all that. The lake wasn’t massive but still, you only got half way out before your arms began to ache.

Grabbing onto a buoy, you pulled yourself up to catchy our breath. You’d never been the strongest swimmer but you could have been an Olympian when it came to running away from conversations you didn’t want to have. Only for a little while, though, because Steve - who was an annoyingly quick swimmer - was already on his way over. The other three, it seemed, were stood on a bridge arguing over who was going to go in first. Nancy pushing Eddie in was the last thing you made out before your best friend arrived on the scene.

“They get too much for you already?”

You smiled a little bit, shaking your head. “No, they just ask a lot of questions.”

“And you ran away because…?”

“I-” you began, but then stopped. “No reason, Steven. I just wanted to get in the water before it got too cold.”

“Y’know I hate when you call me Steven,” he muttered. “That’s not even my legal name-”

“- yeah, but it’s funny when you get mad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you grinned.

“Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?” Steve asked.

“What makes you say that?”

“Your constant changing on the subject, the fact you near enough drowned yourself when Nancy raised the question of boys-”

“- I just wanna enjoy tonight,” you cut him off. “I appreciate you looking out for me but right now, let’s just have fun. Please?”

Steve nodded and gave you a little smile. “Of course - just as long as you promise to tell me what it is later?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“And you know I’ve always got you,” he kept one hand on the buoy, raising the other to give you a light punch on the shoulder. “Provided that this new thing of running into freezing cold water every time you’re inconvenienced doesn’t become a habit, m’kay?”

“Lakes are a very good way of avoiding certain subjects,” you teased. “And you still came in after me.”

“I said it in sixth grade when I saved you from the pool and I’ll say it again,” he said. “I will always come after you.”

That was a promise he had kept: Steve had never not come after you. After every bad date and bad day and bad anything, he’d always been there. He’d come after you on New Years Eve simply just because he missed you and tonight, he’d come after you the second you’d run away. He’d saved you in every way since you slipped and fell in the pool all those years ago.

You took one hand off the buoy, gently placing it on Steve’s face. His eyes followed your movements, brown irises never leaving your form as you thumb softly stroked his cheek. Any other time, he would have slapped it away and called you cheesy, but right then, he didn’t move. In fact, he was stone cold still as you leant in towards him - not from the cold, and not from shock either. Wasn’t it sort of established that kissing was just a thing you did now?

Steve met you half way, face slowly inching towards yours.

And then, as if by magic, you both suddenly pulled backwards just before your lips touched.

“I have a girlfriend!”

“I’m dropping out of college!”

The revelations came at the same time and were met with equal looks of shock on both your faces. You reeled backwards, not bothering to avoid splashing Steve as you did. Eyes wide with surprise and what he thought might have been fury, you pulled yourself to the other side of the buoy to take a moment. Just a moment, even a singular second, to process what the fuck he had just said.

Steve was in a similar situation; he’d never even considered the idea that you might ever move home so soon. After all the bullshit conversation about things changing and this is what I want, Steve, even the possibility had seemed so far fetched. He would have been overwhelmed with joy at your revelation had you not looked like you were about to stab him.

“What the fuck?!” you demanded. “When you were going to tell me that?!”

“When were you going to tell me about you dropping out?!”

“I think we should talk about your thing first!” you said. “So I’ll ask again - when you were gonna tell me?”

“I don’t know!” Steve exclaimed. “Tonight, probably? Maybe tomorrow? Honestly, it was just something I was going to slip into conversation-”

“- we talk every fucking day, Steve! Every day say hey, what’s new? and you NEVER thought to answer the question with I HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?!”

“I thought you’d be happy for me!”

“You’re so stupid,” you muttered. “I’m not angry at you for having a girlfriend, I’m angry at you because you didn’t tell me, and also maybe a little angry that we almost just kissed and you didn’t stop me earlier!”

“I forgot?”

“How do you forget?”

Steve sighed. “Imagine the thing you want most in the world. And then imagine finding a thing that makes you almost as happy as the last thing. And then imagine that the first thing, the thing you want most in the world, is trying to kiss you and you temporarily forget about the other thing-”

“- I’m the thing you want most in the world?” you asked softly.

“In any form, yes,” he admitted. “I met this girl a few weeks ago at the arcade. She’s funny and sweet and…I really want to give it a chance, okay? I owe it to myself because I think, to some extent, I might still be recovering a little from your rejection. You are not easy to get over.”

You smiled, giving him a little nod. “So I’m too late to ask you to take a chance on us when I move back?”

“‘Fraid so,” he murmured. “I love being your best friend and I’m so glad that you’re mine, but like I said, getting over you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You’re on my mind 24/7 and after we hooked up, it only got worse and…honestly? I think I might just need to let myself be with someone else for a while. She’s good for me. The change is good.”

“Yeah,” you tried to swallow your pain, forcing a grimace. “Change can be good.”

“Can we talk about your thing now?” he asked. “Are you really dropping out?”

“Mm,” you nodded. “I haven’t been happy for a while. I tried to wait it out but I think I need to come home for a while.”

“And I’ll be here every step of the way, I promise,” Steve said. “C’mon, let’s head back to shore before it gets dark.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right behind you.”

Steve gave you one last smile before letting go of the buoy and swimming away. As soon as he was a few meters out, you released your grip too and let yourself slip underwater. Only for a second, just long enough to open your mouth and let out the world’s biggest yell of frustration. On and on and on, until your lungs hurt from the presence of screaming and absence of breathing. Then, you re-submerged to the surface and took a deep breath.

If only you’d been a few weeks earlier.

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person4924 · 3 months ago

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hi !! i’m sam !! and uhhh that’s all u need to know but there’s more under the cut !!

(also im trying to make this aesthetic and cute but idrk how so if u have any tips pls pls pls !!)

yes i’m sad (secretly a dinosaur)

basic info

i’m sapphic of some sort and ace!!

i go pretty much by any pronouns atp but she and they are usually the best!! proud genderfuck ✊

i’m a minor. so please don’t be fucking weird.

i’m american (even worse, the midwest 😨) unfortunately but literally as soon as i fucking can im booting it and moving to norway

i’m neurodivergent of some some sort

i play soccer (defense usually but i like offense more) and lacrosse (i just started so idek) currently but i also usually play volleyball but i missed the season sooo

i have a sideblog that is currently a confessions blog but it might change cus no one actually does it!! but if u would like to do a (general) confession then it is @just-a-little-lad4924

i have another sideblog that is for analysis’ !! i mostly do characters and songs but i’ll do pretty much anything (send me a request please please please please please) it’s [INSERT LINK]

just general facts about me !

my personality type is INFP-T

i have 3 cats!! one at my dads, her name is graci (after gracie abrams ofc) and she’s about a year and a half, and 2 at my moms: regulus (guess who named him!! 😱) and libby and their siblings and are currently abt 3 months !! i could yap abt them forever i love them sm

my favorite color is dark green, fav season is fall, fav holiday is christmas or halloween, fav animal is cats or sharks or moths or jellyfish

i appreciate tone tags and try to use them as much as possible

im always bored so asks and everything are super duper cool !

i love love love making ananlysis' of basically anythng sooo if theres like a song or ship or something i could totallly write an essay abt it or smth !

uhhh idrk what else !!

fandoms AKA past hyperfixations that i’m still attached to but im not necessarily still in the fandom: harry potter (fuck jkr !!), MCU, KOTLC, marauders, boy meets world, it, osemanverse, paper girls, teen wolf, owl house, shameless, glee, stranger things, andi mack, tlou, riordanverse, brooklyn nine nine, new girl, hamilton, grishaverse, community, dawsons creek, bojack horseman, criminal minds, ted lasso, scooby doo, everything sucks!, the sun bearer trials, atypical, octonauts, dead boy detectives, will and grace, how i met your mother, the maze runner, descendants

uhhh can u tell i don’t have many friends.

fav movies (not counting fandoms): tick tick boom, my girl, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, little rascals, empire records, bottoms, nimona, little women, 500 days of summer, benny & joon, beautiful boy, call me by your name, lady bird, stand by me, RWRB, addams family values, the breakfast club, spiderman ITSV/ATSV, the outsiders, luca, the perks of being a wallflower, dead poets society, big daddy, the edge of seventeen

once again. i have very little friends. and very many issues.

fav music people (not always up to date i like new artists every day): gracie abrams, taylor swift, noah kahan, mitski, boygenuis, julien baker, phoebe bridgers, lucy dacus, hozier, the head and the heart, conan gray, RKS, queen. harry styles, the fray, olivia rodrigo, coldplay, billie eilish, maya hawke, bo burnham, chappell roan, the smiths, the revivalists, addriane lenker, lorde, fiona apple, alex g, ani defranca, radiohead, montell fish, lizzy mcalpine

just general interests: poetry, art, writing, sitcoms, stand up comedy, greek mythology, the sky (like the stars, moon, sun, etc. astronomy metaphors are my everything), moths, jelly fish, ocean animals in general (first special interest 💪💪), pretty much just animals in general, 90's movies, cinematography, bo burnham (i didnt know where eles to put him), annotating, musicals, actors, spider man

fav books (also not including fandoms): the perks of being a wallflower, the outsiders, i fell in love with hope, ill give you the sun, and more but i dont remember the names atm !

my fav ships (buckle in! i apologize.): wolfstar, jegulus, jily sometimes, pandalily, dorlene, rosekiller, drarry, jeric (bmw), reddie, charlie/nick, tara/darcy, tao/elle, lister/jimmy, pip/rooney, kajemac, sterek, isaac/stiles, malia/stiles, lumity, gallavich, ronance, solangelo, valdangelo, kinda percico, dianetti, wesper, kanej, trobed, joey/pacey, ralvez, spencer/ethan, kindaaa moreid, painland, newtmas, jaylos, harry/carlos (idk the ship name), robin/barney

i might have missed a few but these are My Guys. /gn

links!

spotify!! - my character playlists are my pride and joy and reason for living, i could write essays about how each song could specifically fit the character and situation. anyways!!

discord

airbuds - idk if anyone uses this but if u do add me!!

ao3 - i have 1 fic that is my fav thing ever (a camp halfblood group chat) and the other two... are there

tiktok - this is my alt that i blocked all my friends on and i have like my fandom shit but i don’t post that much and im barely on tt to begin with but yeah !!

pronouns page

spotify stats - idk if anyone uses this but also yeah !!

i have a super duper cool discord server that u should totally join too… link

i have a tagging system

sam shut the fuck up - og posts

asks!!! - asks

crazy? i was crazy once - big lists and essay things

sam sings :O - lyric/music posts

it’s so hard to be a lizard… - any jokes i make because im literally bo burnham

art i need in my veins - self explanatory mostly for myself but everyone else should also see this

and i think thats it!! if anyone has any ideas of things to add then yeah !! or how to make it look prettier cusss uhhhh yeah.

oh yeah and this is an official @i-luv-multiple-ppl fan account so !!

and creds to @cafekitsune for the dividers!!

#sam shut the fuck up #asks!!!#sam sings :O #crazy? i was crazy once #deleting my old about me makes me so sad #im gonna miss it #it’s so hard to be a lizard…#art i need in my veins

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hannahssimblr · 10 months ago

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Chapter Twenty (Part 3)

I can’t sit anymore. There’s a flame in my bloodstream, and when Fiona tried to say something, the way the words sounded coming out of her mouth and the fact I had to turn my head to acknowledge her annoyed me so intensely that I had to get up and go away. I have to walk. My nose is numb.

I end up out on the patio again, and it’s colder now that the sun has finally set and goosebumps rise all over my body. The sheen of dew across the grass looks like silver. I sit on a deck chair, and for about twenty minutes I feel very sexy, like I’m the greatest person alive. Like I’m at that Pendulum concert and I’m sitting on the shoulders of a hot boy with strong arms and everybody loves me. My nose is still numb. It runs down my cupid’s bow and I swipe it away with the back of my hand.

The jitters hit me next, like I’ve had ten cups of coffee all at once, and I stand up to walk it off. I go down the steps to a lower level garden where there’s another glistening pool, and a group of people say hello to me as I pass them. I have the strong, all encompassing feeling that they all hate me and I consider letting myself go limp and falling right into the water. Everyone hates me. Dean hates me. Marnie, Fiona, Kelly, Claire, Jude, Jen, nobody really likes me anymore. I have to do another circuit of the garden.

I go back inside several minutes later, and nobody seems to notice me this time. They’re doing more lines, and I remember the reason I came into the house the first time. I have to pee. I try the door to the bathroom but it’s occupied, so I go upstairs.

All of the lights are off except for one, one room at the end of the hallway with a warm yellow glow leaking out around the closed door. I go to it and I open it hoping it’s a bathroom. It isn’t, it’s a bedroom, makeup and clothes strewn all over the king sized bed, the windows wide open with long voile curtains undulating in the breeze, but there’s an ensuite. I let myself in.

Incredible sorrow has crashed over me. It seems to have come from nowhere. I stare at my reflection in the mirror over the sink and I’m sure that I have never seen this girl before. Her skinny, frail frame, her collarbones jutting out from inside her skin, hair dried in crusty waves and eyes black as obsidian. I can feel and hear my heart thumping wildly against my ribs. I have never looked or never felt more horrible. I climb into the bath. I climb out of the bath. I stare out the tiny window over the sea and the bobbing sailboats and imagine them all capsizing and sinking into the dark waters. I imagine myself going with them. My phone goes off. It’s an Instagram notification from a stranger. I climb back into the bath again and hold my knees to my chest until I cry.

I don’t know how long I stay in the bath, but eventually I hear two people talking in the hallway. Their voices are muffled through heavy doors, but I can hear footsteps approaching, and pretty soon I realise that it’s Marnie. Her voice is unmistakable. I try to stop myself from crying so that she won’t know I’m hiding in the ensuite. She opens the bedroom door.

“Yeah like, did you see her face?” She’s saying. “There’s just something about the expressions she makes that pisses me off so much, like, stop frowning like that, you look like you smelled a fart.”

The other person giggles. Fiona. “She’s so annoying. She’s got such a little goblin face, it makes me want to slap her.”

Marnie laughs and I can hear the squeak of the mattress springs as they sit on the bed. “I know.” She says covertly. “She’s actually the worst person, I don’t know what is wrong with her.”

“She gave me such a stink eye after she did that line.” Fiona tells her. “Like, sorry for trying to talk to you? I swear to God, she makes everything so hard for herself.”

“Where did she go after that? I feel like I’ve not seen her in over an hour.”

I take in a slow, shuddering breath and hold it, terrified that they’ll hear me if I move an inch in any direction. Fiona goes on. “She’s probably in the pool again, swimming around on her own.”

“Ugh. Just get in the sea and stay there.”

Fiona’s voice is mocking. “Did you see that she snuck off somewhere with Dean earlier?”

“No, did she?”

“Yeah they went off down the garden at one point.”

Marnie pauses for a moment. “What do you think he sees in her?”

“Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not jealous.”

Fiona snorts. “I just don’t see the appeal, like she’s so… nothing. Like, so boring, she has no personality. I bet it’s just a sex thing.”

“I don’t see why it would be, he told me that she’s terrible in bed.” Instantly I feel the blood drain from my face, and my breath quickens so much that I have to silently cover my mouth with my hands so suppress a yelp. He told Marnie about me?

“No way.” Fiona says salaciously.

“Yeah, he said she’s so self conscious all the time, like she’s always trying to cover her body up, and she refuses to give him head.”

“Oh my God.”

“He said it was so much effort trying to get her into bed, like she practically made him date her, and it wasn’t even worth it in the end. Like, hands down, the worst sex of his life, he said.”

“Holy shit! When did he tell you this?”

“Last week after going to Dicey’s. Before I went over to his house, like.”

“What else did he say?”

“Oh just mainly that she’s the worst, she just moans and complains at him all the time, but like her house is so handy for town that it’s kind of useful to keep going over there. He also said she never cleans up.”

“Ew.”

“Yeah I know, she’s so ratty.”

I feel like I might actually be sick, but at this point I’m too shocked to do anything but keep sitting there and hear it all, all the horrible, vile things that they’re saying about me. And, I’ve seen Fiona’s house. So much for living in a kip. I should have left as soon as they walked in, made myself known and apologised for being there, but I couldn’t. I’m so useless and entirely lacking in assertiveness that I couldn’t do what any other normal person would have done, and now I’m stuck here listening to my entire personality being torn apart by two girls who only pretended to like me for fun.

“You know what else?” Marnie says smugly, and I can almost hear her hair flipping over her shoulder. “He told me that he much prefers to be with me, that I’m much better in bed and much more interesting to talk to, and that whenever he’s with her, he wishes it was me.”

There’s a pause, and then Fiona lets out a short, sharp laugh. “You know, Marnie, he said that to me too.”

“What?”

“Yeah, when we hooked up last month he said that I was his favourite.”

“He didn’t.”

“He did!”

Marnie scoffs in outrage. “I can’t- He’s a lying little rat bastard then.”

“I thought that was obvious. Did you believe him when he said that thing to you? I didn’t, I was like, for sure he’s saying this to the other two as well.”

“I had him first.” Marnie says with a tremor in her voice. “We’ve been hooking up since the snowstorm, months before anyone else. I’m the main one.”

“I don’t know what to say, Marns. You’re hardly emotionally invested in him at this point, are you?”

“Come on, as if. I just don’t like being messed around like that.”

“I thought that was the deal.”

“I… God I’m really pissed off at him.”

Fiona chuckles. “That’s the name of the game, don’t play with fire if you don’t want-”

“I know that.” Marnie snaps. “It just seems unnecessary to compare us to one another.”

“Sounds like you’re not really able for it, so.”

“I’m able for it.”

“You just have to be the favourite then, is it?”

Marnie says nothing for a long moment, and I find myself wondering what kind of face she’s making out there, despite the utter turmoil and nausea I’m feeling in this bathroom.

“Dean’s not a normal guy.” Fiona says eventually. “I don’t think he has real normal, human feelings. Do you really think he likes you?”

Another silence so deathly that I wonder if I’ve actually passed out from holding my breath. “Of course not.” She blurts out agitatedly. “I’m not stupid.”

Fiona laughs. “Alright well, that’d explain the steam coming out of your ears then.”

“Oh shut up, you’re so fucking annoying. I’m going back downstairs.”

“Okay I’ll come too. Do you think Dean will still have bag?”

“Probably not. Just like him to only buy a hundred euros worth.”

They leave, and the closed door immediately muffles the rest of their conversation. I let all the breath I’ve been holding out of me in a rush, accompanied by a torrent of quaking sobs. I hug my knees to my chest and cry for at least ten minutes, shoulder shaking, stomach convulsing cries that make me think I’m going to start getting sick, but eventually they ease into breathless crying, and I swipe at my cheeks, my fingers coming away from my face grey with wet makeup. I climb out of the bath and catch sight of myself in the mirror again. Such an ugly crier. I take toilet paper off the roll on the wall and dab my face clean, and then rip my crooked false eyelashes off. They sit in the sink like a pair of dead spiders and I don’t bother to clean them up.

This whole time, none of these people have liked me at all. They’ve all been laughing at me behind my back, saying awful things to each other and casually tearing me to shreds, and yet I find myself furious that I never figured it out before. Of course they’re like this, it’s in the way that Marnie talks about Fiona when she isn’t there, the way Dean talks about them both, the glee they showed when I’d done the same. Was I a fool to think that they weren’t treating me the very same way when my back was turned? The details of my intimate life, things that I thought were personal to Dean and I reduced to this. I really am so stupid. A stupid, ugly girl who doesn’t mean anything to anyone.

I look at my phone, no messages as usual. No updates from Claire, no silly jokes from Jude, because neither have spoken to me in almost a month. One because she is tired of me, the other because I forced him to leave me alone. I know I have ruined all my relationships for this vicious coven, these vampires that they both warned me about, and now it’s too late to take anything back. The clock on my screen leers at me, two in the morning. It’s too late to get the bus back into town now, and I don’t have any money to get a taxi. I know I’ll have to sleep here.

Somewhere downstairs is a bag I packed for the night, a hoodie inside it that I want so badly to wrap myself in now, the sea air that drifts in from the ajar window is licking up my arms and making me shiver. I leave the bathroom and head back down the stairs quietly, only to collide instantly with Dean at the bottom.

“Where were you?” He says. He has one arm on the wall as he leans over Leanne, Leanne who he’s said is boring and has bad posture, but they look very cosy now, her small, five foot frame making him appear very tall for once, and I’m sure he likes it that way.

“Move out of my way.” I order. “You’re blocking the stairs.”

“What’s wrong with you?” He scrunches up his face, and that horrible look ignites some sort of vicious rage inside me. I shove him so hard that he stumbles backwards a bit. “Move.”

“For fucks sake, what?”

I shoulder past him, and the quickest way to get away from him is to go out the front door, so I do. I yank it open and march down the front steps, throwing it shut behind me, but it doesn’t have a chance to slam because Dean wedges his foot between it and the doorframe, and then he’s coming out after me.

“You are mental, did you know that?” He doesn’t say it angrily, just like it’s a boring fact.

I turn around to look at him, and he’s hateful. A poisonous, wicked man with dead emotionless eyes. “You’ve been sleeping with Marnie and Fiona.” I say accusingly, and his reaction is striking, so unbothered. He just shakes his head and shrugs. “Yeah, so?”

“They’re my friends.”

“So what? I’m single. If someone wants to get with me I’m not going to pass up the opportunity.”

“You never told me.”

“You didn’t ask.”

I’m thrown by how he’s saying these completely outrageous things with such nonchalance. All I can do is scoff.

“I’m not your boyfriend.” He reminds me. “I can do whatever I want.”

“Were you were sleeping with Marnie before you even showed up at my house and gave me that Mulan book as a gift?”

“Dunno. I can’t remember.”

“Well she said you were! You put in so much effort to get me to talk to you again, and meanwhile you were already hooking up with my friend. Why did you do that? Why couldn’t you just let me keep ignoring you?”

He looks at me calmly. “Because I wanted you.” I stare back wordlessly until he’s forced to continue. “You made it a fun challenge, I don’t know. You have such a tight, sexy little body, I wanted to see if I could get my hands on it.”

“So it was a game.”

“You were playing hard to get, like, I was interested in that. Wasn’t it fun for you too? Getting to be chased around?”

“And you didn’t think about how I might have felt?”

He stares at me for a moment and then a pitying laugh breaks through on his stoic face. “Oh, you really like me, is it?”

My face heats up, and whatever look I’m wearing on it makes him laugh even more. “Oh, Jesus.” He says. “Sorry about that, didn’t know you were one of them girls that can’t hack casual.”

“You told me lies.” I say. “You said that you didn’t like Marnie and Fiona.”

“That wasn’t a lie, I don’t like them, none of this is about like.”

“And you told me that you thought I was different, that I wasn’t like them and yet you’ve been treating me exactly-”

“Did you believe that?” He interrupts, and then barks out an empty laugh. “You actually think you’re different? That all three of you aren’t just as bad as each other, just vicious, shallow bitches? Three versions of the same person. Nah, I don’t feel bad for any of you. I can hardly even tell you apart.”

“I-” I feel tears welling up in my eyes again. How is it possible that I keep feeling worse and worse as the night goes on? It’s like the real rock bottom is actually one hundred feet below where I thought it was.

“Oh.” He pouts. “Are you getting upset?”

“I hate you.”

“Oh come on, you don’t, not by the way you felt when I had my hand in your-“

“Shut up. Don’t talk to me like that anymore.” I say through gritted teeth.

“Are you going to cry now? Just give me a tear. Make my day.” He steps in closer to me so he can look right at me, eyes level with mine, big and black with maniacal excitement. He terrifies me. I can’t believe I’ve let this man into my house, that he’s seen me naked. Those things feel like they happened to other people now.

“Leave me alone.”

��You’re actually like a child.” He tells me.

“You took advantage of me.”

“You were a bit stupid. When you leave yourself open like that, what do you expect? You make it too easy for people. Actually, I probably did you a favour. At least you’ve learned not to be so stupid in future.”

I think back on everything. How he poked and prodded and negged and tested my boundaries every step of the way, just for fun, to see if he could. I was a fool from the very start not to have seen it.

I take a deep breath and try to force myself not to cry. “I’d like it if you left me alone now.” and he gives me a huge smile, cocking his head to the side like he’s looking endearingly at a kitten. “You going to hike home now or what? Maybe your best friend Marnie will spot you a few quid for a taxi if you ask nicely.”

“I just want you to leave me alone.”

He nods towards the beach on the other side of the Martello tower, and the waves crashing against the shore is the only other sound apart from my heavy breathing. “Why don’t you get in for a little swim? Might calm you down.”

I just glare at him silently, and then he rocks back on his heels and saunters across the path and back up the steps towards the house. “I suppose I’ll see you in September.” He gives me a big wide, dead eyed smile. “Have a great summer.” He ducks back into the house and shuts the door behind him.

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woven-birds · 1 year ago

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hello! <3

this is my main tumblr, it doesn’t really have a theme i just post whatever i like and what speaks to me. i have a few side blogs that are a bit more uniform that i’ve linked below if you’d like to check them out. :) 18 + only please!

i’m kristen. i am an avid daydreamer. vegetarian. mom to two boys. bookworm. neurodivergent (AuDHD). 29. infp.

🌜🌞 taurus sun, gemini moon, libra rising 🌞🌛

i live in upstate new york. i read too many books and drink copious amounts of tea & coffee. i’m obsessed with anything antique or from a bygone era. my hair is always messy no matter how hard i try to make it look decent. i am comprised of dresses, flowers, & dreams. i’m forever sleepy. i still love playing on playgrounds. i often feel homesick for places that i’ve never been. my head is always in the clouds; i’m perpetually daydreaming. i feel most at peace in nature. i am a true crime/horror junkie. a self proclaimed weirdo. a proud member of the silly goose club. i am just a sensitive soul trying to find my way through life. if i’m not reading, writing, doing a puzzle, playing a video game, or baking, you can probably find me listening to music, overthinking, or being anxious. sometimes if you’re lucky it’s all three. i’d rather be thrifting or looking at the stars.

my favorite sounds: trains in the distance (it’s an incredibly lonely sound but it’s strangly comforting to me in a way), birds singing, rain hitting the window, the keys of a typewriter, book pages turning, cats purring, clocks ticking, the sound of leaves crunching when you step on them in autumn, the crackling sound a record makes when the needle first touches it.

these are a few of my favorite things: flower crowns, old hollywood, gardens, fairies, teacups & teapots, fairy tales, bunnies, squishmallows, sharks, outer-space, macarons, graveyards, dresses, handwritten letters, studio ghibli, pressing flowers between the pages of my favorite books, strawberries, the smell of books, flowering tea, wes anderson films, bookstores & libraries, cuddling, butterflies, floral print, cozy sweaters, candles, when smells act as time machines, penny presses, everything about autumn, holding hands, rainy dreary days.

music: fleetwood mac, turnover, nirvana, the front bottoms, andrew mcmahon, chappell roan, bon iver, sonic youth, phoebe bridgers, david bowie, death cab for cutie, yeah yeah yeahs, mitski, ghost, the smiths, ethel cain, type o negative, pixies, the cure, faye webster, spiritbox, lana del rey, coheed and cambria, alexandra savior, fiona apple, sleep token, deftones, billie eilish, the story so far, taylor swift, eliott smith, bright eyes, florence + the machine, blink-182, & more.

tv: buffy, gossip girl, bridgerton, supernatural, doctor who, grey’s anatomy, the x files, the vampire diaries, yellow jackets, peaky blinders, last of us, outlander, new girl, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, walking dead, parks & rec, charmed, twin peaks, friends, what we do in the shadows, schitt’s creek, degrassi, community, pretty little liars, etc.

films: i love horror movies (terrifier, scream, & halloween are my favorites). i am also obsessed with studio ghibli, wes anderson, & audrey hepburn films. <3

books: my all time favorite books are jane eyre & pride and prejudice. i am also a fan of thrillers, poetry, fantasy, and a sucker for a cheesy romance book (sue me). always opened for book recommendations if you’d like to send me one! (:

my side blogs: @teacuploveletter // @fairieslivehere // @shesdaydreamingagain // @arainyautumnnight // @porcelainmoons // @clumsyhoneybee // @grungyfairy // @snowandtinsel //

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