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Day 88

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ohoneohone

Sunday, October 9th, 2005 7:38 pm sometimes its hard to remember the great moments. but you remember everything to a detail the moment everything goes wrong. your ims are crazy: i am still not dead or married. im bringing home on the road.

silly. never ccccchhhhange. 12:12 pm you could almost make me an honest man. what i have spent the weekend thinking:

good friends in nyc sometimes my eyes are red and green but not like christmas. just kind of a mess. even when the worlds underwater you're rowing in my wet dreams. everything you know about me is totally wrong because it comes from choruses and camera flashes. you come in flashes in the middle of the night or in the morning. fix me in fourtyfive. everything she thinks you know about me is totally wrong because i can't say anything i mean ever. i say things just to hurt you. i get the job done but it doesn't look pretty. Saturday, October 8th, 2005 12:24 am you win some, you lose some sometime you wake up in the morning and everything is just different. moodcontroller gets turned off. probably on by someone else. the bottom of my pants are wet from running through puddles. the streets of albany got let in on some of my secrets. swoon. its weird how when you stand next to the sun you cant notice anything else. then the lights go out and all of a sudden there is beauty everywhere. im always too little, too late. one day everyone finds something they can hang on to. the bottom line is im all wishes and luck. and thats how its always been. in the tides of the streets. dreaming about beautiful babies. with batting eyelashes and huge eyes. we were never supposed to know. im the golden boy. you are my golden ticket. but the tides always going out. and two months turns into two years. in the blink of an eye. youre never home. the stars look the same from the gutter. pens running low just to keep up with the tolerance. ive got big plans for new years. and thats a way off but its the only way to keep my mind off of the way things go. just know "you're not the lifeforce" pete and thats what keeps heartsbeating at night. i only thought you were someone else. a simple case of mistaken identity. romantic fraud. new york city. im always on.

Wednesday, October 5th, 2005 4:40 pm hateitorloveit-theunderdogisbackontop sickest afterparty in newyorkcity. hopefully i can fly a friend or two in so i dont hide out in the corners all night. nick thinks my lj entries have been kinda wack lately. i can't say i dont agree. i am a total baby. but not a baby like usher sings about. we're making some super sick limited bartskull nikes. im tired as usual. rumor of the day: i pretty much only like sxe girls. you make me laugh too much with the stuff that gets written on the internet sometimes. my life is radical sometimes. maybe ill really update this later. i dont even know. congratulations to panic at the disco for having the sickest first week numbers ever. that band is the new everything. late at night thats pretty much what i have to listen to or i dont feel okay. this morning i got a strange phonecall to end a strange dream. bane.

Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 9:22 pm "someday we'll be nostalgic for this second..." im tired. red thread. baby blues. im a mess. lovable, not that likeable. lemme hum you a sweet one. i know ive been in a rut. the underdogs back on top. im writing this story. but i wouldnt bet on the ending. sometimes this thing has become too big to even think about. but sometimes i wake up in the morning and it feels like something is missing. youknowyouknow.

6:57 pm

the secret to my suckcess pinchme. dear friends, you let me fall off. i forgive you though. if you forgive me. i am out of my head. me and nick have cooked up the sickest idea ever. i am writing a movie with patrick. my tummy hurts most of the time. major disappointment, reporting for duty. wtf. sometimes OMG! i heart the drama. sometimes OMG! i do not. like emeralds just past the sun- green but not the sick inside more like the film warming up to you. the camera is waking up. little boys and girls- get up. the trouble has lifted. youre gonna be okay. "tell me that you're alright". i like wearing your clothes. they are like a bulletproof vest. mostly i miss my friends and chicago. i want to bring you all out on the road.

"...idonthavetobethekingoftheworld, as long as im..."

peace out. i need to take a nap and eat some icecream. i bought nicholas scimeca a present. im tired. act suprised, even if you're not. fake the words. say i love you hard like you hate me. Saturday, October 1st, 2005 4:48 pm life on mars by david bowie reminds me of you the dreams i have for me are just for us. i am not sure i even know what this means. the pros and con are the same. legs tangled. its the kid you loved forever. i got a feeling what they're all saying. under the spotlight you think about the inside of wedding rings. in dark bunks you think about the inside of zippers. make me yours. make me come to life. honestly. black hair and batted eyelashes. dont give up im not sure where this is all going. right on reds and at altars. thinking about the way you are with the little pudgy boy. im getting this sweet tat. she knows what im talking about.

[bylersecretsanta2023]

from @mikebabygirlqueerler, to @autistic-katara

Chapter 1: Merry Christmas

Christmas time has arrived.

It was snowing, the houses where beautifully decorated, the churches choir was singing christmas songs to the people, and everyone was in the mood for christmas.

But the most decorated house was the home of the Wheelers. Thousands of christmas-lights were surrounding the house. But the inside was even more decorated.

Inside the Wheeler-residence were even more lights hanging from the ceiling, a huge christmas-tree was put up by Karen and her only son, Mike, and even mistletoe's were put up everywhere. Holly, youngest Wheeler and the only one still believing in Santa, was insisting to put them up, much to Mike's displeasure.

It is part of the Christmas spirit, Mikey. Don't be a party pooper!

That being said, the Mistletoe's where put up by Karen and Nancy.

But that is not the reason for Mike's incredible nervousness. This year the Byers and Wheelers were going to celebrate Christmas together. And that would mean: Mike could spend a little more time with Will. Though, the problem was for Mike that he was so in love with William Byers that he couldn't stop thinking about his best friend since 12 years. Mike was definitely down very bad for him, he might as well go crazy.

This reminded him of the one thing Mike and Will promised each other on Halloween 1984: Crazy together!

Thinking about that time was no help though. Thinking about the time he first realized some indication for his queerness - which for Mike is already bad enough - and his crush on the one and only Will Byers, aka Will the Wise, was definitely not helping.

His realization for his very obvious feelings for him where on the summer 1985, though. That was a time where he was so bad in denial that he was just plain ignoring Will and his feelings at the same time. At this time he was still dating Eleven Hopper. He did love her, don't get him wrong, but it was not the way he was expected to do. He loved her as a friend, even still does, but not as a girlfriend. That place in his very gay heart was reserved for Will Byers, her step-brother.

Now that they were officially broken up, he didn't have to keep pretending to be something that he definitely isn't.

He can still remember the breakup clearly, since he was the one breaking up with her, after having a crisis in front of Dustin. He told Mike to just break up with her and tell her the truth about this whole dilemma he has, so he did just that.

Mike told El that they could date anymore, because he just didn't love her the way she wanted him to, because he was gay and in love with Will. Surprisingly, she was supportive of him and told him to go get his man, which is definitely something that Max had taught her, who finally woke up after Vecna was defeated. Mike and Will nearly died in the Upside Down, but thankfully made it out alive. Yeah, Mike may have nearly lost an eye and Will is missing about three of his fingers, but they were alive.

Vecna was defeated, the Gates to the Upside Down were closed and Hawkins is in the middle of being rebuilt.

Yet the only thing on his mind, was the near-kiss Will and Mike had shared in the Upside Down. They nearly had kissed in the Upside Down version of the Wheelers Garage. And if El hadn't interrupted them, they would have shared an actual kiss. Dang it, Eleven!

But maybe Mike should stop laying sideways on his bed, having a Gay-panic attack over Will-fucking-Byers, when the Byers were here any minute. Of course he had already decided that he would drag Will to the basement for the next fourtyfive minutes, to catch up and keep being attached to the hip, like they always have been (and always will be, thank you very much). He can already hear Hopper yelling at them to not be too loud and to keep the door open five inches. They aren't even dating, so why do they have to keep the door open? Did Eleven spill the beans on him? No, she wouldn't do that to him, right? No, of course she wouldn't.

He should really stop thinking about anything, but that Will is nearly here and is spending Christmas with him.

That alone made him get up and pick all the presents up that he had gotten for Will, El, and even one for Joyce and Hopper. He really tried to find something fitting for them all. Will was the easiest, even if he had so many ideas, he just bought him all he could think of and what he knew would make him happy. He made him even a mixtape (with Jonathan's help) that included songs that they both called their songs.

Just as he was picking them up, the doorbell rang. He ran out of his room, giving Karen his presents for everyone, and opened the door in a fast motion.

"Hey Mike, merry Christmas!" They said in unison. "Merry Christmas, come on in," Mike made as step to the right and let the Byers enter.

They all greeted each other, while Mike not surprisingly took Wills hand immediately, pulling him to the basement.

"Leave the door open at least five inches, Wheeler!" Hopper yelled, as Mike expected.

"You didn't even give me time to hang my jacket up and put my shoes off, Mike," Will grinned, after they were down the stairs and Mike let Will go. He was definitely not missing Wills comfortable warmth from his hands. Of course he didn't.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to see you and fucking Christmas, I just couldn't wait," Mike explained, while a slight blush was creeping in his face.

"Really?" Will asked, "We've literally seen each other yesterday on the last day of school for the year. Have you really been missing me so much that you had to pull me away from the rest of our families?" That made Mike blush a bit more. Will was right, they have seen each other on friday, sharing every class. "Well, duh! Of course I missed you, Byers. You are my best friend!" He said. "Glad to hear that nothing has changed between us," Will grinned and put his jacket on the basements rack. Below his jacket, he put his shoes.

Mike noticed the new Chistmas sweater Will was wearing. It was dark blue with a yellow 'W' written on it. Mike thought Will looked beautiful in it. Though Will looked beautiful in absolutely anything, really.

"Cool sweater! Looks good on you," Mike said without thinking. "Thanks Mike, Mom bought it for me about a week ago," Will answered happily. "Cool," Mike felt stupid. He felt so stupid, but he just couldn't help himself.

"Hey, even the basement is decorated. Did you hang that up?" Will noticed the few lights everywhere, the most being at the places with Will's art on the wall.

"Yes, I thought it would set the christmas spirit more easily. Also mom subconsciously gave me the idea," Mike admitted to him. He really is unable to lie to Will, unless it's about... his queerness that included Will himself. Even then, most of the time he was just a few inches too close to spill the beans.

"It's absolutely beautiful, Mikey," Will was busy marveling the decorations that he didn't realize that he accidentally called his best friend by his childhood nickname.

"Thanks," Mike was going crazy now, that's for sure. Usually, whenever someone - even El - tried calling him Mikey, he would tell them to stop that. But whenever Will did it, he couldn't help but get flustered. It's just the way Will called him Mikey that made him loose his mind internally.

"By the way, I am really happy that you could make it. I really looked forward to it. You being here is already making this year the best christmas in history!" Mike smiled and Will turned around to face him. "I am happy that I could spend my christmas with you too. I mean, it's gonna be awesome. Just you and me and our families. Also, your mom seems so much happier after the divorce of Ted. And you also seem more filled with life," Will smiled sweetly at him, slightly red on his cheeks, which Mike at first didn't notice. "Yeah, he really was an asshole to all of us. I'm just happy that mom is not drinking that much anymore, because of him," Mike exclaimed. That made Will smile more.

A little while later - more like 30 minutes later - they were all seated on the table. Karen and Joyce were seated on either end. Next to Joyce were seated both Mike and Will, while Nancy and Jonathan were seated on Karen's side. Between Mike and Nancy was Holly, while Jane was seated in between Will and Hopper, who also sat next to Jonathan.

The table was filled with tons of food that Joyce, Karen, and Hopper had prepared together, such as a turkey, mashed potatoes, regular salad, potato salad, cucumber salad, and many more.

While the rest was having their own big conversations, Mike and Will were, as they usually were, in their own little bubble.

They were laughing at stupid jokes, geeking about Dungeons and Dragons, and even jokingly made fun of each other or another party member.

It was going amazingly for all of them, everyone had fun, and everybody was happy.

Of course, Will and Mike couldn't help themselves, so they always had to touch each other in any way possible, as much as they were able to touch. That included legs touching, arm brushing, wiping food off of the others face, and alot more.

After dinner, where everyone handed Karen the plates, who washed them, then to Hopper, who dried them, and lastly got passed to Joyce, who put them away, everyone went back to spending time with their favorite person. That meant that Nancy and Jonathan went to Nancy's room, Mike and Will had a race to Mike's room, Jane atood with Hopper and Joyce, while Karen took care of Holly.

In Mike's room, Will immediately saw the painting he had gifted Mike right above his bed, hanging proudly and neatly on the wall.

"You hung it up?" Will asked surprised. Even after years and years of friendship, he was still surprised that Mike had hung his artwork up on every possible surface.

"Of course I hung it up, Will. It's a painting that you made, so duh," Mike answered him, like it was the only logical conclusion of Will gifting Mike a painting.

"I guess you are right," Will looked down, still not having told Mike the truth. That the painting was not commissioned by Jane. She wasn't even in the painting, nor was she ever interested in DnD.

"I know that El didn't commission the painting, Will," Mike just blurted out to him. "What?" he was flabbergasted. How could he possibly have known about that? Had he talked to Jane about it? Had he asked her? Will asked himself so many questions, he thought hia brain would explode.

"El wrote me a letter, right before I flew to California. She wrote that she had no idea of what you were painting and that you would not let her take a glance of your masterpiece. Also, those words you said in the van, didn't align with anything El had told me. Like when she said that I made her feel like she's a monster, since she is so different, but you said that I made her feel like she is better for being different," Mike explained him. He didn't expect that to be the answer to all of his questions.

"It took me a while to understand the reason for your lies and I still don't understand all of it. I understand that you wanted to make me feel better and that you wanted me to be confident and less unsure. You wanted me to feel like I am important to her, but those aren't Elevens feelings, are they?" His questing didn't really sound like an actual question, but Will still answered him.

"No, they aren't!"

"Then who's feelings are they? Are they even anyone's feelings or did you just make them up?" Mike sounded curious. He wasn't mad, nor disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer that," Will said, looking down, while blushing out of shame.

"Why not? It's a simple question. You can really tell me, Will," Mike said.

"Mike, you wouldn't understand. You would be disgusted and wouldn't ever talk to me anymore, if I'd tell you. I don't want to lose you," Will confessed.

"I could never ever in my life be dosgusted of you, nor would I for any reason stop talking to you. You won't lose me in a million years," he assured him.

"But in this case you would! Anybody would," Will insisted.

"I wouldn't, Will! I would never!" Just in this moment, Mike realized what Will might be hiding from him. It was so obvious, yet so well hidden from the rest of the world. Mike couldn't believe that he could be so oblivious to the obvious truth of Will's words.

"Could it be that these are your words? And please tell me the truth, Will," Mike begged. Will looked at him in surprise, but couldn't say a word. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say it. He couldn't confess it.

"Please, say something," he begged.

"Yes," Will whispered. He could just doe at this point. He had just confessed his feelings for his 'straight' best friend, who now looked at him in surprise. May the Upside Down and Vecna take him now! Only they couldn't take him away, for they were gone.

"Why didn't you just tell me they were your feelings? I would have felt better, if you would have told me from the beginning," Mike exclaimed. "What do you mean, why didn't I just tell you? I was scared and afraid that you would leave me, the moment we would set a foot in Hawkins or Lenora! I was terrified of your reaction, so I just didn't let it come to that point," Will now yelled. How couldn't Mike understand that? "Will, I can't live without you! I couldn't when you went missing, I couldn't when you got possessed, I couldn't when the Mind Flayer attacked us, and I especially couldn't after you went to Lenora. I couldn't speak to anybody, I couldn't even get out of bed. I was in such deep depression that I didn't move for the majority of the time. I called every single damn day, I tried to write you letters that didn't end up being a confession or ended with a 'Love Mike' instead of 'From Mike', but it was hard. Whenever I could write to El it was easy, but to you these letters were pages over pages long, while El had like a post card or something. I have tried everything to reach out to you, to hear your voice, to read a letter, to get anything that was from you, but it was hard. Joyce had the telemarketing thing, I couldn't get my shit together and you seemed to hate me for what happened that summer!"

Will stood there in utter shock. Did Mike just confess that Will's feelings were the same as his? Was Will delusional? He had to be, this can't be right. Or can he?

"Mike, you must be confused, you aren't acting like yourself-" but Mike didn't let him finish.

"No, I haven't been truthful to myself about my attraction towards you for my whole entire life! I just want you to understand that for the first time in my god damn life, I am in the knowledge of who I am! I am gay and in love with you, William Byers!" And there it was, the confession. But Will didn't know what to think. "Are you pulling a prank on me? On christmas? If you do, then it's not fucking funny!"

"I am not jocking, Will. I would never joke about such a thing. Especially after I seem to not be good at hiding it! Literally my whole family knew about it, without me knowing. You can ask anybody. Even Dustin or Lucas! Ask El, or ask Max! I have been head over heels with you for as long as I can think. I can even show you the letters!" Mike said, beginning to rummage through his papers. "I believe you, Mike," Will said and slowly went towards him. Mike, who stopped searching for the letters, turned around and was staring into the beautiful green eyes that belonged to Will Byers. "What?" Mike finally said nearly inaudible. "I said, I believe you, Mikey," Will repeated and smiled at him. And of course, Mike smiled back on autopilot.

"Can I kiss you?" Mike asked shyly, to which Will just nodded. As Mike leaned in, the door opened, interrupting their near-kiss.

"Joyce said that you two should come downstairs," Jane said, before leaving the room again.

"Maybe later then?" Mike huffed annoyed, which made Will giggle at his maybe-boyfriend.

"Before we go downstairs, do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Will asked, to hopefully scratch the maybe out of the maybe-boyfriend.

"I thought you would never ask, my cleric," he smiled again.

"So we are boyfriends now!" Will smiled.

"Boyfriends, sounds perfect," Mike smiled back.

As they went downstairs, they were wondering what Joyce wanted from them.

But all she did, was point at a spot over their heads, where a mistletoe hang.

"So I do get my kiss now, don't I?" Will whispered in Mike's ear, who blushed like crazy. In just a few seconds, Will pulled Mike by his sweater and gave him the sweetest and greatest kiss that Mike could have ever experienced. He loved it and already had gotten addicted to it. He was addicted to his chapped lips, to the automatic synched rhythm of their lips moving, and the roaming hands of Will, all over his upper body. Mike loved it and never wanted it to stop.

Unfortunately, there was this thing called Oxygen that a human needed. They had to end the kiss, but now were able to stare into the eyes of their loved ones.

Joyce, who had left the scene for a little bit of privacy, went to Hopper and Jane.

"I love you, my cleric," Mike whispered and kissed Will again. He was definitely not gonna stop that for a very long while. And if Will knew anything about Mike, it was exactly that.

"I love you too, my paladin," he whispered back, right in between kisses.

"Can you suck each others faces in your own room maybe?" an annoyed voice came from behind Will. "Hey Holly, sorry Holly," Will grinned and pulled Mike up the stairs again.

"Do I have to tell every damn couple to not suck their faces right in front of me?" Holly complained, while continuing her way to the kitchen for a few christmas cookies and some water.

Mike and Will were sitting on Mike's bed, while continued their make out session.

Sadly, they were getting tired, so they silently cqme to the agreement to end it and to sleep.

Mike just didn't want to fall asleep yet. He was so happy that he finally had gotten his boyfriend, aswell as his shit together. And now he couldn't wait for tomorrow morning. He already knew that everything will be perfect. He would just know that they would be able to cuddle and kiss Will for as much as he wants to, in private and in the safety of both of their homes. He knew that none of them were against them and loved both of them even more for being themselves.

Mike was finally unconditionally happy and he was allowed to be happy.

Will also didn't want to sleep quite yet, but wanted to be clingy with his Mikey. He wanted to give Mike all the love he deserved, but could never get from Jane. He wanted to make Mike happy and himself aswell. He wanted the best for both of them and never wanted to let Mike down.

Fortunately, there was nothing Will could do to let Mike down. Absolutely nothing, and Will knew that. Will knew that very well.

Will just couldn't wait for the morning to come, where they were gonna cuddle the ever living shit out of each other. Everybody knew they were attached to the hip, but now that they were dating, they were even closer attached. It would be a disaster, yet ao perfect.

And with that in mind, both fell asleep, in each other's arms, Will's face in Mike's chest, with detangled legs. And they were happy, finally unconditionally happy. And they held their promise from Halloween a few years prior. They indeed went crazy together.

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

Silly Game Time: Would you rather live in a big, loud city where everybody ignores each other ... or a tiny, quiet village where nobody minds their own business? No in-betweens.

Oh! I actually lived in both and I can say with confidence a village! I like having my space, and living in a village honestly feels like I'm more connected with the community.

That and I can have more options of pets, outside amenities, clean air, garden plots, and the best of all . . . star gazing!! I can literally see the Milky Way from my bedroom window. Any celestial event happening I can see by looking out the window or walking down like fourty feet to get a clearer view past the trees.

Though a big city ultimately has more options (and an actual library) I'd rather drive about thirty to fourty minutes for a chain store. I don't mind being in an apartment but I like having an actual house and privacy. Events also don't turn up as much as in big cities but a quick drive for about fourtyfive minutes fixes that. There's definitely perks to big cities but they don't appel enough to me lol

[talia-rumlow]

My Saviour Masterlist!

The first story I ever wrote. I´m still in love with this one.

My Saviour is a Rumlow X Reader story. This story will contain Graphic Sexual Description, Graphic Description of Violence, Death, Murder, angst, trauma, Domestic Abuse and Past Abuse. Read on own risk. This is a story where I portray Brock Rumlow as a decent human being. He also has a backstory. If you don´t like Brock Rumlow yet. You will, after reading this story.

Chapter One - We Don´t Treat Women Like That!

Chapter Two - Can I Tell You A Little Secret?

Chapter Three - What Someone Like Me, Does To Little Brats Like You

Chapter Four - Who Is In Charge?

Chapter Five - Good Girls Gets Rewarded

Chapter Six - The Morning After

Chapter Seven - First Day At Work

Chapter Eight - I Want To Protect You

Chapter Nine - That´s Right, You Disobeyed Me!

Chapter Ten - Pick One!

Chapter Eleven - Mine! Say It!

Chapter Twelve - I´ll Find Him!

Chapter Thirteen - Want To Play A Game?

Chapter Fourteen - Pull Over!

Chapter Fifteen - What Do You Want Me To Do?

Chapter Sixteen - Want Me To Look For It?

Chapter Seventeen - Did You Lock The Door?

Chapter Eighteen - That Girl You Like So Much!

Chapter Nineteen - It´s A Date!

Chapter Twenty - When You Call Me Brock

Chapter Twentyone - See What You Get When You Ask Nicely

Chapter Twentytwo - Come For Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentythree - Please Don´t Leave Me!

Chapter Twentyfour - I Fucking Love You!

Chapter Twentyfive - Are You Alright?

Chapter Twentysix - You Disobeyed Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentyseven - Will It Be Dangerous, This Mission?

Chapter Twentyeight - Have You Ever Used A Gun Before, YN?

Chapter Twentynine - SHIELD Is The Safest Place To Be!

Chapter Thirty - Alexander Pierce

Chapter Thirtyone - Why Is This Happening To You?

Chapter Thirtytwo - How Did You End Up Here?

Chapter Thirtythree - This One Is Not!

Chapter Thirtyfour - Please Don´t Be Mad At Me!

Chapter Thirtyfive - Who Said Anything About Winning?

Chapter Thirtysix - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Thirtyseven - Good Agents Don´t Disobey Orders, YN!

Chapter Thirtyeight - You Are Fired Though!

Chapter Thirtynine - What´s Wrong With You, Brock?

Chapter Fourty - Well Played, YN! You´re Still Dead Though!

Chapter Fourtyone - What Did You Do To deserve This Treatment?

Chapter Fourtytwo - She´s Messing With Your Mind, Brock! Be Careful!

 Chapter Fourtythree - I realise that I know nothing about him

Chapter Fourtyfour - You´re worth nothing. NOTHING!

Chapter Fourtyfive - He Really Does Like You!

Chapter Fourtysix - You´ve Done This Before, Haven´t you?

Chapter Fourtyseven - Red!

Chapter Fourtyeight - Do You Have A Child?

Chapter Fourtynine - Get Away From Me, YN!

Chapter Fifty - How can you be so calm about this? I stabbed you!

Chapter Fiftyone - We´re Gonna Play!

Chapter Fiftytwo - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Fiftythree - Where Are Your Parents?

Chapter Fiftyfour - Anything You Want. Brock!

Chapter Fiftyfive - Good Girl!

Chapter Fiftysix - Not You, Agent!

Chapter Fiftyseven - NOT HER!

Chapter Fiftyeight - You Should Listen To This!

Chapter Fiftynine - I´m Gonna Kill Him!

Chapter Sixty - Have You Thought About Names At All?

Chapter Sixtyone - Get Caught!

Chapter Sixtytwo - I Wouldn´t Do That If I Were You!

Chapter Sisxtythree - I´m So Sorry!

Epilogue!

[lilaccccc]

me: -fighting for my life on the toilest-

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[mostsanekazefan]

day 45 - ask me abt smth vk/m related plsss☹️☹️

(45 45 I MEANT FOURTYFIVE😭😭)

[evasionrent]

muse : milo ruiz, fourtyfive, cult leader.

— " feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. "

[the-aliens-news-network]

just spent like fourtyfive minutes making tose tyler in the sims fucking gour and i srved it and it DIDNT SAVEEEEEE

[turnipotentiary]

sigh. rewatching some ds9 & i was thinking Waltz but then i was like nah lets do something on a . lighter note. clicked on treachery faith and the great river and almost immediately got jumpscared by sympathetic weyoun this is going to be a very fourtyfive minute time period

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[toastandjamie]

@cannoli-reader except that he never said it was biological. Yes it’s passed down biologically but that is not the same thing as being based on biological sex. And the one power using the use soul as it’s “source” is not the same thing as it being consistent through out each turning but if you do want to argue that there is evidence that channeling IS consistent in every turning. The one power is an intrinsic part of a channelers identity whether or not you find it contemptible it’s why losing the ability causes you to go into a depression. The way severing is described also supports the idea that it’s based on the soul, the person can feel the loss down to their bones, it’s a deeply spiritual loss and it’s why it was difficult to heal because traditional healing methods can’t fix the wounds inflicted on a soul. You use spirit to gentle and to shield because you are directly influencing the soul of a person.

But all of the evidence that it IS based on the soul aside. The idea that adapting to a modern audience to remove out dated concepts is somehow “butchering” the story I’d argue that it is the natural evolution of any story that wants to survive past its niche place in history. As for the show I’d rather not argue about it because it’s subjective but I also dislike the idea that using a completely valid interpretation of the text given in that it’s based on the soul is in anyway butchering the story or serving interests of a niche group.

I will finish this by saying, that while I have enjoyed our interactions in the past I’ll admit that this particular discussion is a bit personal to me. But as a nonbinary person, as a queer person, who read these books and found themes and concepts I could identify with, acting like the interpretation is somehow invalid because RJ didn’t understand the concept of gender when he wrote it is severely lacking in understanding of how storytelling works and the point of both analysis and interpretation.

And if you need a fourtyfive year old cis man who read the books when they came outs opinion. My father agrees with me on the subject of the one power and so do many other readers. It’s not a stretch in the least, and is very much based on the text. Let me be very clear, if the story told us that it was biological then I would accept that, yes biological sex does exist though it’s more complicated than the binary we give it regardless, but the story lends itself to multiple interpretations and I think it’s a bit strange that this is the particular concept in the series that you find difficult to understand.

so I started watching The Wheel of Time...this is my impression of what amazon didn't have the balls to show us the way gender is and isn't discussed in the show.

Moiraine, internally: this is why I never wanted kids.

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Deceit Sanders Text Post 17/?: Colorblind Edition

[talia-rumlow]

My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fourtyfive - He Really Does Like You!

– I was actually coming to talk to you. Pierce approved you, and I asked some of the guys if they wanted to go out an celebrate. If you’re up for it.

Pierce approved you? You’re not even done with your training yet. You haven’t even used the knife. And you’re not familiar with combat under water. Or IN water..

– He what?

You can almost see Rollins’ smile through the phone.

– He saw how you did at target practice, and he always keeps one eye on the training area. Guess he thought you were ready. So? Celebrate?

Celebrate? Well, you do need a drink.

– Sure. I’ll celebrate with you. Oh, crap..

You take a deep breath and look towards your bathroom. Getting ready will not be easy, closing in on impossible in this mess.

– Something on your mind? I do believe he’ll be there, if that’s what you’re thinking about. He’s your boss after all.

– No, no, that’s not what I’m asking. It’s just that my shower is smashed…

You sigh. Perfect. Drinks with Rumlow and the guys, and you’re gonna show up looking like a rag doll.

– I’ll come and pick you up, YN. You can use my shower. No problem.

You hang up. Look down on your body. You still have your gear on. Maybe you should pack something else to wear out tonight. This outfit feels like an invite to a fight.

You just finish packing a bag, when Rollins knocks on your door. You throw the bag over your shoulder, and go to open.

The first thing you see, when you open the door is a paper with your picture on it, your information, and at the very bottom, Pierces signature and a red «APPROVED» stamped over it.

– Agent YLN! Ready for your first assignment?

You laugh a bit. Like a celebration is an assignment.

– And what might that be, Agent Rollins?

– Fix things with Agent Rumlow! We have to trust each other out there, we are responsible for each others lifes. Communication is Key!

You close your eyes.

«I thought you said I wasn’t worth it!»

He probably won’t even talk to you now. Maybe you should just quit. You don’t want to bother Rollins with that, so instead you fake a smile.

– Maybe after a few drinks. Right now I want to take that shower.

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Rollins’ apartment is just two blocks away from Rumlows. Also on the top floor. Aside from the interiour the apartments are identical. Rollins sits down on his couch.

– The bathroom is yours, Agent.

Happy that you can finally take a shower, and put on some clothes that doesn’t scream «fight me now» you walk into the bathroom. In there, you find a new set of gear for you. SHIELD mark on the arm. Just like all the other Agents have. You lift up the gear belt. Is it just you, or is this heavier? You pop your head out of the bathroom door.

– Jack! I can’t wear this tonight!

– Yes, you can. We all do. Remember, this is a part of your body now! Learn to live with it!

Listen to him, YN! He’s the one who trained you. He’s the one that got you approved….

…..And if your gut feeling is correct. Some dumbass drunk guy is going to try and fight you tonight. Let’s just hope he’s really drunk…

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The shower helped. And you weren’t wrong when you felt the gear belt being heavier. There is some new additions to it. A retraction rope, and extra ammunition to name a few. Are these guys expecting a fight all the time? Will you also have to expect that now?

It’s already dark, when you walk towards the pub down the street. The same pub you met Br… Rumlow in. You take a deep breath. Just a couple of drinks. If it get’s too weird, you can always go to the hotel you booked.

– Nervous, YN? Come on, you deserve this. First round is on me!

Rollins voice drags you back to reality.

– A little bit.. I mean, what do I say to him. Communication haven’t exactly been blooming lately.

– Say what you feel, YN!

You stop. Do you even know what you feel anymore? Sure, you love him. But is that enough? Will you be able to live with him and this mood swings, his temper? His inability to say what’s really on his mind?

Rollins stops a couple of steps in front of you. Turns around.

– Changed your mind? You don’t want to go?

He comes over to you. Takes a hold of your shoulders.

– Listen, YN! Rumlow is an Alpha male! And we can be difficult from time to time. But from what I know about you, you’re an Alpha female. So you should be able to take it. Make him talk, YN! It’ll get better then.

Make him talk? Talk about what? All he cares about is his job! He called what you talked about pillow talk. All he cares about is following orders, SHIELD and hiding his emotions. Maybe it used to be you… But it’s not anymore…

– Hey, YN! He really does like you. Trust me. I can tell. I’ve known him since we were 18. Two drinks. Then you can leave!

Fine.. You can manage two drinks. Only two. To celebrate, right? Come on, YN. You can do this.

A lot of the other Agents are already there when you arrive. You know some of them. But some of them you haven’t even met yet. Rollins introduces you as the new asset on the team, the conversation centers around your training, and how highly Pierce talks about you. You try to concentrate, and answer their questions. But your mind is filled with Rumlow, and there is a guy at your table that keeps sending you hard looks. You don’t know why. Is he mad because you’re a girl, or does he think that you got a place on the team because of Rumlow? You try to send a hard look back, but he just continues to look at you. This whole situation is making you nervous. What is this guys problem?

– Started without me I see…

Rumlows voice behind you. You don’t turn around. But when he sits down on the empty chair next to you, you look at him. He glances at you. But nothing more.

You keep talking to the others. This is actually pretty nice, all things considered.

– Hey hey, wait up.. I just have to put my make up on first..

The angry guy from across the table, he looks at you when he’s talking. But you can tell that he’s talking ABOUT you, and not TO you. Where did this comment come from? Haven’t you proved your worth? Your skills? Isn’t it enough that Pierce approved you?

Rumlow slams his hand down on the table. You jump.

– WHAT!?!?

Rumlow looks at the guy, and you recognise the look from that day out in the hall, outside his office. When he fired that guy, and everybody found out about your relationship.

– It was a joke, Rumlow!

The other guys voice almost trembling. Is he scared of Rumlow?

– We do NOT crack jokes on fellow Agents expense! Especially the females!

The guy swallows. He doesn’t take his eyes away from Rumlow. It’s almost like he thinks that Rumlow can jump over the table and beat his ass at any second. This was supposed to be a nice quiet evening. Why does things like this continue to happen to you? You stand up.

– I… I’m just gonna go and PUT MY MAKE UP ON!

You emphasis the words, and look at the guy. Hopefully he’ll stop while he’s still ahead. You don’t want to watch this unfold. So you leave for the ladies room.

Again you find yourself standing in there. Leaning against the sink. Looking at yourself in the mirror. The only thing that changed are your outfit, and your fighting skills. If someone assaults you now, you can easily overpower them. Rollins taught you good. You take a deep breath, before walking out the door.

– Hey, YN! Wait up!

You turn around. It’s that guy. Did he follow you?

– What’s up?

You try to sound casual and calm, but you feel like your voice is shaking. You can handle yourself, YN. What are you afraid of?

He comes all the way up in your face. You maintain eye contact, like Rollins taught you.

– Rumlow kicked my Brother off the squad, and then suddenly we’re going Co-ed. And you, YOU’RE fucking your way up the floors aren’t you?

He lifts his arm. Is he going to hit you? Your mind instantly goes back to David. How he hit you, again and again. How you day after day, week after week, moth after month, year after year went to work with the same black eye, and the same excuse.

And then, you remember the night you met Rumlow. Davids hand around your throat. How you though you were going to die. How Rumlow yanked him away from you.

You look at the guys arm again, ready to hit you.

– Let’s see how good you really are. Little Bitch!

You can’t move. You completely freeze up. It’s like your brain isn’t functioning. Come on, YN! You can easily put this guy down.

Someone grabs his arm. You’re so inside your own head, that you don’t even know if it’s you or not. One quick movement forward, then back again. The guy goes down like a twig.

– What the fuck, Rumlow! You broke my arm!

You look up. Rumlow looks down at the guy on the floor.

– Serves you right! Don’t bother showing up at work on Monday! Now, get the fuck out of my face!

The guy get to his feet, and run away. You look at Rumlow, looking at you. He looks at you like your boss. Like you did something wrong, or like the teacher did, if you failed a test, or didn’t do your homework. You swallow. Is he going to kick you out now?

– You froze!

He’s not mad. Just determined. Like he want’s to teach you something.

– I….

You don’t get to say anything else, before your lips collide in a kiss so intense you almost lose your ability to breathe….

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