#frankie's jumbled mess

[peachbun03]

I find it interesting that despite also being half normie, how differently Deuce was treated by their peers compared to Jackson and Holt and how this difference still carries on even while Holt is in control IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

[peachbun03]

In my opinion I feel like painting Ghoulia as disabled solely because she speaks another language opens a whole another can of worms in of itself.

At the end of the day Zombie is a recognized spoken language in the Monster High universe meaning Ghoulia is actively communicating verbally with the people around her, but there is a language barrier due to Ghoulia experiencing something known as receptive multilingualism which means to understand a language without being able to speak it. Monster High IS about diversity, while it's not all perfect it's still a series thats meant to be diverse, and the use of language barriers is a part of that.

Like I get wanting to headcanon her as nonverbal and finding comfort in that, but as a child of immigrants seeing people get upset over this change rubs me off the wrong way.

I don't know if I'm wording it right but it feels like some people would rather her be nonverbal vs simply speaking another language if that makes sense, which is something I find odd.

The way we're interpreting her in world language shouldn't be through the same lenses as we would view something like English because it's an entirely different language with it's own unique sounds and rules and that is something that should apply to ALL other languages.

So I’ve been hesitant to make a post about this because I know how protective people are of her and this topic.

But… Ghoulia was never mute/nonverbal? And I’m really confused why people keep saying she was in Gen1?

She spoke Zombie, she used a translator because she spoke zombie and not everyone understood zombie. But she wasn’t mute/nonverbal.

I get making that a headcanon for her, but outright saying she was and getting mad at her not being that anymore doesn’t make much sense to me?

Please don’t attack me I’m genuinely confused 🥲.

[aspergerasparagus]

I just found this blog and I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you take suggestions? If so, possibly a little thing about Lucky’s consciousness getting transferred to an animatronic from that one ask, I found it a really interesting idea!! No worries if not you can just ignore the suggestion!

Thank you and angst hours angst hours angst hours!

Pain. Searing red hot pain piercing through his chest. The agony almost indescribable, each breath more tortuous than the last as the blood filled his lungs and his throat, choking him. The rabbit merely offering him fake comfort and empty words as they cradled his broken body, the ecstasy in their voice impossible to hide as they lived out their fantasy. Then darkness. Those were the last things Lucky remembered. It should have been the last things, it should have been his death. But he wasn't deserving of such a luxury. He had so much more to offer.

Gasping, Lucky’s eyes shot open. He was alive. How the fuck was he alive? His mind raced as his eyes darted around, desperately trying to see if Frankie was still around, trying to figure out where he was. Was he in heaven? Hell? Finally his eyes focused as he realised he was laying on some sort of metal bench, harsh fluorescent lights hung over him. The only sound in the room their dull hum and the sound of his own frantic breathing. A painful flash of his last moment’s shot through his head, making him whimper as he clutched his temple. What was happening? What the hell was going on?! Opening his eyes again he felt his blood run cold as he saw his hand.

A bright red cartoony glove met his eyes. Oh fuck no. No. no no no NO NONONONONO! This couldn’t be real! This just had to be a nightmare, a horrible nightmare that he’d awaken from. Hands shaking he dared to look down at his body, expecting hoping to see his broken human body. Please God, please don’t let this be real. 

A choked sob was all he could manage as he was met with a grey, cold, metal suit. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream, claw at this fake body, tear it shreds and reveal his soft human body underneath. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t shed a tear. He couldn’t scream. This body didn’t accommodate such comforts. Fear, disgust, anger, resentment soon overwhelmed him as Lucky tried desperately to get to his feet. He had to get away. He had to-

Lucky cried out as he crashed to the ground in a pile of slinky limbs, his body refusing to obey him due to its strange new anatomy. Staring down at the jumbled mess that was once his legs, he couldn’t figure out how to make them work. They just twitched erratically, unable to process their master's orders. Gagging, he ripped his eyes away, unable to stomach the sight any longer. Pushing down the urge to just curl up and resign himself, Lucky forced his arms to move. Awkwardly he dragged himself across the floor, his arms twitching and spasming with each exertion. He was nearing the door to the room when he made the terrible decision to glance to his side.

What little composure he was maintaining vanished in an instant as he locked eyes with an oversized rabbit that stared right back at him. Their eyes unblinking even with the heavy lids upon them. Their cartoonish grin a cruel mockery to the man in front of them. Trembling Lucky raised a hand, the rabbit in the mirror mirroring him. Touching his face, the rabbit did the same and that was it. Lucky snapped.

A gut wrenching scream forced its way from his throat, the voice foreign and distorted, crackling like it was being projected over a speaker. It was all too much. This couldn’t be real. This had to be a dream. He continued to scream, unable to stop himself now. Swinging his arms widely in anguish, lashing out at anything and everything he felt an arm connect with the table he’d awoken on, sending it flying into the wall. The sound of metal crunching was unable to reach him as he continued to let his pain out. In a fit of desperation he tore at his face, begging for the mask to come off like it once had. Please take it off! I don’t want it on anymore! But he couldn’t find the seam anymore. There had to be one! He felt his fingers dig into the metal as he tried with everything to rip the damn thing off, only to have his hand suddenly yanked away.

“Shhh, no more of that my little rabbit. We can’t have you damaging yourself so soon.” Lucky felt his stomach drop as he slowly turned to look up at the source of the voice. 

“F-F-Frankie…” The other rabbit just purred, hearing his little contestant say his name. He must have missed hearing that. A sudden wave of fresh horror caused Lucky to lurch away. No, not him. Anyone but him. Crying out he hopelessly tried to crawl away, his metal arms uselessly gasping at the floor, his legs dragging behind him, dead weights now. He heard the other rabbit chuckle before they snatched at his ears, yanking him back with a force he hadn’t seen before. Lucky could only screech in pain as he trashed about like a rabbit in a snare, but it was useless, he was caught and there was no escape. Not ever again.

“Shh Lucky. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Frankie’s voice was so soft and gentle as he released his hold and scooped up the man rabbit into his arms, burying his face against theirs. “I’ve missed you so much, but I did promise to not let you rot with all the others. I have much greater things in mind for you, my lucky contestant.” The dangerous growl at the end only made Lucky choke on another sob. Why couldn’t he have just let him die? Let him finally be free of this place. Be free of him. 

He tried to let out a fresh set of screams but Frankie just hushed him.

“No more of that okay. You’ve already damaged your voice module from all that noise before, so no more yelling. It’ll be okay Lucky, I’ll help you get through all this. Get you used to this new body of yours and tell you what you’ll be doing from now on.” Lucky could only look at him numbly, Frankie’s hand coming to cup their cheek, wiping the oil that had been leaking from their eyes before he leaned in, pushing their mouth together in a sick mockery of a kiss. 

“But for now, that can wait. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up but for now, why don’t you have a little rest my cute new little rabbit.” With that Lucky felt his vision go black as he fell into a void of unconsciousness. The last thought replaying over and over in his mind:

Please. Please just let me die.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Eri Reader x Straw Hats Part 21.5

-During the journey to Dressrosa, a package was delivered and Luffy grinned brightly, “Y/N it’s for you!” you looked up, a bit confused as you were with Franky, who was teaching you some science alongside Momo.

-You came over and Luffy wrapped an arm around your waist, “It’s from Shanks!” you paused for a moment, trying to remember the face as you smiled brightly, “Shanks is who gave you his hat, right big brother?” he nodded, grinning brightly as you opened the box.

-Inside was a jumbled mess of clothes for little girls, brightly colored, frills, bows, and glitter- it was like Shanks just got a bunch of stuff and threw it in a box for you.

-Zoro couldn’t help but grin, as he had met Shanks a few times when he was with Mihawk, reading the letter that he had sent, “Seems like Shanks was a bit jealous of Mihawk for giving you the baby sword, and he wanted to give you a gift too.”

-Your eyes were huge and sparkly, a bright smile on your face as you loved the bright colors of the clothes, “Can I send him a letter? And can we take a picture like what I did with grandpa? I want to make him happy!"

-Many miles away, Shanks felt a sudden dread come over him, as if death was fast approaching.

-It was only two days later when Lucky ran for Benn, “The captain’s dying!!” Benn ran, hearing the call before he face palmed, groaning as Shanks was crying loudly, on his knees, clutching the crayon letter to his chest as well as a photo.

(Photo belongs to the artist who drew it!)

-Benn seemed to be the only one to understand the captain through his tears as he held up the photo and he chuckled softly, “You know- you probably should have told her she doesn’t have to wear everything all at once.” You looked so happy in your new outfit in the picture, making a heart with your hands, something Usopp told you to do, and the crayon drawing had you in your new colorful outfit, holding hands with Shanks, thanking him.

-Shanks quickly shot up, looking serious, “Make way to Mihawk’s- I gotta show him this!!”

-The crew collectively facepalmed at their captain, but they couldn’t help but agree- you were so cute!!

[gingerjolover]

Can I ask for a blurb about Naomi calming down their anxious/panicking gf pls 🥺

yes you may sweetheart!

i have two scenarios in my head (if that's alright with you sweet anon)

in person and over the phone

in person, naomi gives me cuddlebug energy okay? like maybe you et home from school or work and you're just having a shit day so you lay facedown on the couch, just sobbing quietly to yourself, the anxiousness creeping up in your throat, the burning spreading across your chest. Naomi comes home chipper as ever, like in a goofball mood, ready to mess with you. "'m home love," they say in a British accent, giggling before stopping and seeing you on the couch, instantly dropping their bags as their face falls into concern. Naomi makes their way to the couch, kneeling down next to you, "Hey baby, hey," just softly rubbing your back, maybe pushing some hair away from your face and ears so they can kiss your temple. "What's wrong, sweet girl?" not knowing if you need space or comfort. Responding is hard, one wrong move and you'll be thrust into a panic attack so your pinky just softly grazes Naomi's before they're scooping you up, laying down on the couch, making you lie on top of them. Naomi's hand runs up and down the expanse of your back, lips pressed to your head, giving you small prolonged pecks. "wanna talk about it?" naomi whispers, their heartbeat against your ear as you shake your head, more tears falling. "'s okay, I'm here," just cooing at you, their hand pressing you firmly to their chest, other hand massaging the small of your back, trying to ground you so you don't start hyperventilating again. Maybe you fall asleep there, Naomi holding you to their body so you can rest securely, protecting you from yourself and anxious mind.

over the phone, i have this exact scenario where naomi is on tour and you've been doing okay up until today where you're just panicking, like on the ground, phone to your ear, no real reason behind the forest fire in your chest, your muscles tense and burning, your nails digging into your leg or hand so you can feel something. and naomi is not answering like at all. zero responses. this of course makes you panic further, your mind running all of the scenarios in which they are hurt or ignoring you or... and finally you call katie or jo.

if you called jo i think theyd lowkey panic lol, like you'd be crying, words jumbled being like "need naomi, please" and jo would be frantic if they were in the greenroom and naomi was somewhere in the venue, scrambling around out of breath by the time they get to naomi. there's no warning for your poor partner, just a wide-eyed panicked jo shoving their phone at naomi yelling "here!"

if you called katie i think she would try and talk you down, scrambling to find naomi but definitely more graceful than josette. "I'm looking for them pretty girl just hang on," because katie knows you need comfort (and in my hc she def gives off protective bff mom friend vibes to jo and naomi's girlfriends). When Katie finally finds Naomi, they similarly to Jo thrust their phone at them, giving them a look.

"Hello?" Naomi says confused because this isnt their phone and who could it possibly b- "I'm sorry I just--I need you right now and I..." is all Naomi needs to hear before putting their equipment down and rushing off stage, hand to their other ear. "What's wrong baby?" before you just spill everything that you're feeling, panic rising in Naomi's chest at the pain in your voice. "I need you to breathe baby, can you do that, tell me something you can see..." and they start working through exercises to calm you down. When you're finally breathing normal, voice thick with emotion, Naomi lets out a sigh of relief before asking, "Should I come home? I can come home, I'll-I'll get Franki to look at flights right now," before you have to calm down your partner, apologizing for interrupting soundcheck when they passionately call you out, "Dont do that, don't say sorry... I'm sorry I'm not there... you call me whenever you need me, its what I'm here for."

[wildemaven]

. . . The Rest

Paring: Frankie Morales x HairstylistF!Reader

WC: 2846

Warning: T; mentions of food, drinks, coffee, divorce, anxiety feelings.

A/N: This follow up is for the sweet @heythere-mel Because what happened after Frankie called?! I didn’t really have an intention of writing more but then Mel asked and my brain started spinning with more. And as I was writing this I was like, could this be the beginning of Weekends with Frankie and how they came to be (like if you squint just a little you can see it right??). Anyways, this isn’t beta’d and probably is a jumbled mess, my head feels like stuffed to the max, but thankfully on the mend. Enjoy.

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“It’s not— weird is it? It’s only been…”

His voice has a relaxed tone to it, shifting in his bed to catch the time on the bedside clock, its bright red numbers glowing against the darkness that is his bedroom— 12 am.

“Shit! We’ve been on the phone for 3 hours now!”

“Oh wow! Doesn’t really feel like it though. What were you saying about being weird?”

You immediately answered Frankie’s call on your drive home, picking up where you had left off at the sports bar. You both found you had an endless amount of things to talk about, never that awkward silence, each topic flowing from one to the next with ease.

“Oh yeah. You don’t find it weird wanting more time with someone you only just met? I don’t know what it is, but I just— I just feel so drawn to you in such a short amount of time.”

“Weird is someone not liking pineapple on their pizza.”

“That’s it— Sorry, it was nice knowing you…” You can’t help but laugh at his dramatics.

“Oh, shut up! I’ll eat your pineapple pieces Frankie!”

He’s right though, it feels like it should be a little weird how things are playing out, that you both hit it off so soon and can’t get enough of each other. And yet sometimes life has a way of making things work and it’s better to go with it than fight it.

“When can I see you again?”

A small yawn escapes before you can respond. “Hmm, when do you want to see me again?”

“Today.”

You laugh at that because it’s nearing 1 am and you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you went to work yesterday like any other day and now your talking on the phone like some giddy high schooler. It all just feels like a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

“Anyone ever told you you’re cute?”

“Yeah actually, my hairdresser said the same thing just yesterday.” You can’t see it, but you know that damn dimple has caved in just the perfect amount, paired with that incredible smile of his.

“Oh my god, Frankie! Are you going to hold that over my head forever?!”

“Forever sounds nice.” He says just above a whisper and there’s a soft emotion behind the way he says it..

“Frankie…” You feel dizzy, intoxicated by the affect Frankie is starting to have on you.

He says your name and your heart flutters at the way it falls from his mouth, a feeling you want to know for as long as you can.

“What is this? This thing happening between us? I mean— I like whatever it is.”

“Hmm— I like… whatever this is too. Feels— right. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time.” You can’t help but smile at his confession, situating yourself further into your stack of pillows.

“So, you want to see me today?”

“Yeah, I’d really like too...” He tries to conceal his yawn. “Can I meet you for coffee? Say— 10:30?? I can text you the name of the place that has the best pastries in town.”

“That sounds perfect!”

“Alright, time for bed now beautiful.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Your teeth catch your bottom lip, you definitely feel like a giddy high schooler.

“Yeah, I really do.”

“What am I going to do with you Frankie?”

“Let me take you to coffee— then we can figure it out.”

“Okay. Goodnight Frankie.”

“Night.”

You tuck yourself in, thoughts of today still running through your mind, Frankie at the forefront of them. Your limbs heavy as you drift off into an array of vivid colors, movie like imagery tickling your eyes with each breath you take in slipping further into a suspended realm.

*

Frankie already waiting for you when you pull into the parking lot of the cute little coffee shop he’d text you first thing this morning. Leaning up against his truck, his relaxed posture makes him somehow look more attractive. A comfy green shirt hugs his broad shoulders, his flexed forearms crossed over his chest— one sleeve pushed up just enough to see the pull of the muscles and tendons on display.

“Good morning beautiful.” He greets you with a smile as he pushes himself forward towards you, welcoming your arrival.

“Hey there handsome.” You’d practically skipped the rest of the way to him. All giggles and smiles when you finally got to where he’s standing.

Your arms around his waist, securing yourself to him, his hands clasped around your jaw as he leans in for a kiss. His lips tender and patient as they mold against yours.

“Mmm, I’ve been looking forward to that— it’s kinda becoming my favorite thing.” You smile against his mouth.

“Yeah??” Pulling you back in for seconds, savoring how you completely melt against him.

“Hi.” He says as his thumb brushes against your jaw, taking in your features up close in the morning light.

“Hey.” Your fingers find their way into his hair instinctually, he decided to forego his hat today, his effort in styling not lost on you. “Your hair looks good, I like it like this.” Combing a few strands off his forehead.

“Thanks. I tried to recreate what you did— I’ll get the hang of it eventually. Just know though, the hat will be making an appearance from time to time.”

“Hat or no hat— I truly like both.”

Frankie isn’t use to the heavy dose of compliments you keep sending him, but he likes the way he feels when you say them and finds himself feeling a sort of way about you when you do— he tucks the sentiment away for the time being.

*

You situate yourself into a little table near a window, the sound music and coffee-goers competing against each other. The baristas busy filling orders behind the counter— running through the motions of pulling shots of espresso, frothing milks and dishing out bags and bags filled with what look like delicious pastries. Frankie is in line waiting for the order— he insisted on paying, so you let him. From where you’re sitting you can see him among the waiting customers. Hands in his pockets, his profile on display for your viewing pleasure. He must sense your staring, glancing over at you and throws a wink your way— collecting his little gestures over the last day has you feeling a certain emotion, it’s starting to consume you in the best way.

Placing the two coffees, an oatmilk latte for you and rich black for him, on the table along with the freshly baked croissants he wanted you to try.

Frankie settles in his chair, his long legs barely have enough room to fit comfortably, his knee slightly knocking into yours. He goes to shift away as he begins to apologize, but your hand rests on his thigh as you tell him it’s okay. The contact is brief, but long enough to feel an electric shock of bliss zip through his body.

“So what are your plans for the week?” He asks, trying to break through the bustling noise of the coffee shop.

His question catches you mid bite. The buttery soft croissant nearly melts in your mouth, the flaky bits soft and moist paired with the crunchy texture of the caramelized sugar topping— a perfect balance of sweet and savory.

“Mmmm! This is so good!” Trying to wipe away the crumbs from your mouth before you answer him. “Not much really going on. Tomorrow is my usual day to get my week ready— picking up needed supplies and cleaning house are how most Monday’s are for me. Then a busy week of clients. What about you?”

He takes a drink of his coffee and you catch the way his adam’s apple shifts a bit as he swallows, the prominent features on his neck drawing you in as he begins to speak.

“Have a few flights scheduled throughout the week, that will keep me busy with prepping and air time. Then helping Benny at the gym a few nights.”

“You help him train?”

“I try. I’m usually just a human punching bag. But whatever it takes to get him a win.” He’s says so nonchalantly with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m sure he really appreciates it though. Having a friend like you supporting him inside and outside of the ring.”

“Yeah— I guess so.” Finishing off the rest of his coffee. “You’ll have to come sometime— catch one of his fights. There’s a few local ones coming up.”

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For inviting me into your life with out a second thought. Feeling comfortable enough to bring me into your circle of friends. I mean I already know the other guys obviously, but I appreciate you asking me to be apart of that space with them.”

“Of course.” His hand grabbing for yours, pulling you closer so he can kiss your temple— tender and soft. “Plus, the more people in Benny’s corner, the better he does.”

“Good to know. I’ll make sure to invite Hannah, she’ll lose her mind over a caged up Benny, I’m sure.”

The rest of the date is spent divulging more into each other’s lives. Sharing embarrassing moments as kids. your favorite of his being when he locked his little sister in the bathroom with wet cat food and crackers telling her it was tuna— you hadn’t laughed that hard in awhile.

Another round of coffee brought more questions and more stories from yours and Frankie’s past. He touched on his recent divorce, and you learned that it wasn’t due to one particular issue, they just grew apart early on and knew splitting was the best thing. Frankie had shared his apprehension to dating, worried he would repeat the same cycle if he was to fall in love and marry again, but he was working through it in therapy and finding that his thoughts were his worst critic sometimes— you could relate to that. You could sit and listen to him talk about anything, the way Frankie shares with so much heart and sincerity could hold your attention for an endless amount of time.

Nothing seems to exist around you as time passes. His presence envelops you in a bubble, makes you feel like you and him are the only ones in this space.

After coffee, you exchange goodbyes and a less than chaste kiss, your back against your car door as Frankie’s expansive frame cages you in as you grip on to him fearing you might just float away entirely. You both make a plan to set up seeing each other sometime during the coming week. You’re already dreading the time in between until you see him again.

*

Before you knew it, Monday rolled into Tuesday and it was back servicing clients for the week.

The day was steady, leaving ample time in between appointments for short breaks and quick text exchanges to Frankie.

Frankie: miss you. Hope you’re having a great day.

-Miss you too handsome. Hope this morning’s flight was great.

Frankie: It was. The sunrise was almost as beautiful as you are 😉

-Quite the charmer you are Morales.

Frankie: I try.

Finishing up a color service, you take your color bowls and brushes to the back room to clean and sanitize. Checking the time, you have 30 minutes before the next client arrives— a cut and blow-out.

You hear the familiar sound of the front door opening alerting the arrival of someone, knowing Hannah’s at the front desk you don’t bother to check, allowing her to greet them.

*

“Welcome in, how can I help you sir.” Hannah always does her best to welcome everyone with her cheerful voice.

“Hi, I’m Frankie. I’m here…”

“Frankie?”

“Y-yes?”

“The Frankie? The Frankie that my girl has been texting me about for the last several days?”

“If we are talking about the same person, then guilty.”

“Hi, Frankie, I’m Hannah.” She introduces herself after her barrage of questioning.

“Hannah?? So you’re the cute receptionist Benny has been going on about. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Benny talks about me?!” If she wasn’t already sitting, she would have fallen to the floor at the mention of Benny Miller thinking of her.

“He does.” Frankie chuckles at Hannah’s flustered state.

“I’ll go get our girl. Be right back.”

*

“Hey! There’s a guy up front, says he knows you.” She’s got this look about her as she says it.

You look at he, brows furrowed in confusion, you weren’t expecting anyone and you still had plenty of time until your next client.

“He’s very attractive… Goes by the name Frankie. You know him??” Her melodramatic tone is too much as she fans at her face with her hands.

“You are the worst!”

“But you love me!” Fluttering her eyelashes as she tries to play innocent.

“Sometimes against my better judgment.”

*

As you walk to the front, you can’t help but be captivated by Frankie. The light shining through the front window was the perfect radiant backdrop to his beautiful silhouette. You can feel the excitement start to come to life the moment he turns and you see that charming smile of his.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“I got off early and was looking for an excuse to see you.”

“What’s that you got there?” Pointing to the two coffees and what you can only assume is a bag filled with those delicious croissants.

“My excuse to see you. Thought you could use a little pick me up. Also wanted to see if you’re free Saturday evening to watch Benny’s fight.” He says holding up the coffees and pastry bag.

“You alone are the perfect pick me up. And yes, I’d love to go— it’s a date.” Grabbing one of the coffees before stealing a kiss.

“Uh, I wasn’t sure what you liked Hannah— so I just got two of the same thing.” Placing the second latte on the front desk.

Your heart swelled at the gesture. Stopping by to bring you a treat, to see you— a drive that’s out of his way. And then to bring a coffee for Hannah. What is this man doing to you??

“He’s handsome and brings coffee??” Hannah grabs the cup and begins to leave, but not before saying over her shoulder, “Marry him, now!”

Frankie and you laugh at the remark- but you’re teetering on the edge of insecurity. It was a silly thing to say considering your brief dating— if you could call it that and the thought of it didn’t sound like the worse thing either. But your previous partners were never at a point in their lives where marriage or serious relationships were ever a priority, always making you feel ridiculous and that you were the problem in every equation. But you knew it was something you wanted eventually, when the time was right. You just hoped that you weren’t forcing something on to Frankie to think about so soon.

You’re brain starts doing that thing where it’s already preparing for the worst. You just know he is going to be annoyed with what just happened and decide that this isn’t what he truly wasn’t. He’ll tell you this was only supposed to be a casual thing, it would never become anything serious. You can feel your chest clenched at the thought of him calling it off right here in the middle of the salon. Old feelings and insecurities bubbling to the surface, but you try to pull yourself together, you’ll deal with this problem later.

“Sorry about her. Uh, She can be a bit much sometimes.” You can feel your face becoming hot, picking at your fingers like you tend to do when you’re nervous.

“No— no it’s fine. I can see why Benny likes her. She’s— quirky.”

He can’t help but take in the mix of emotions dancing across your face. Sensing the nervousness stirring with in you after Hannah’s comment, and he can’t help but think it has you feeling fearful and unsure. He wants you to know he isn’t feeling flighty because of it either.

“Hey, look at me.” Pulling your attention back to him fully. “It’s okay, what she said. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Sorry, got in my head for a second. My damn self-sabotage rearing it’s head again.”

Relief washes over you. Sure it doesn’t mean anything is happening right now, but you’re glad to know that the thought of being serious moving forward isn’t something Frankie would turn down.

“Come here.” His arms become a security blanket to your uncertainty. Strong enough to withstand any threat against your own enemies. He feels safe and you like that he wants to be a part of what ever this growing connection between you becomes.

You nuzzle right into the crook of his neck, his skin warm and inviting. You want to stay wrapped up like this for as long as you can.

“Umm— if you and your boyfriend could wrap it up. I’ve got work to do and I’d rather not be front row to whatever is happening up here.” Hannah and her innate ability to make herself known.

“Hmm— Boyfriend??” Frankie says, as if he’s asking you for your opinion on the title.

“Boyfriend?”

“I kinda like the way it sounds.”

“Me too.”

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[the-crystal-femmes]

Would you like to infodump about the weird polycule? (saw your post where you mentioned it, so I figured I'd open the opportunity for you)

We actually info dumped in the comments, but I'd be more than happy to info dump again! It's about our plurality, although we're very blurred together.

Uh, technically Ula and Frankie (who are my facets / medianmates) stem from past lives / fictotypes, and in their past lives, they were married. Technically we're all aromantic now, so from what I've gathered, they can't really feel any of that love anymore, however they're still married I 'spose.

The "polycule" part came in when Ula essentially decided yeah, we're a polycule. It's essentially a qpr, and none of us really mind about any of it. However we've only actually known about our plurality for a few days (one of the reasons we actually found out we're plural is because of my feelings towards Ula? If that makes sense.)

It's all a jumbled mess and I personally call it a "weird polycule" for shits and giggles. I guess the weird part stems from the fact they're facets and have a lot of my own personality as well, but to be fair they did in their past lives as well, since they stem from (I'm assuming) my fictionkinnity.

We don't talk about the polycule because we are still kind of.. Not really sure about anything, and the whole plurality thing is a fucking mess right now, we're still figuring things out.

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

Headliners: 01 - Live at the Gallery by Tall Paul 2000 Progressive House / Trance / Progressive Trance / House

Ugh. I really hate to besmirch the often excellent and eclectic DJ Tall Paul here, but this man was simply *not* bringing it for this Ministry of Sound double-disc back in 2000. What we have here to kick off this ultimately fleeting Headliners series is an unfortunately jumbled up and incoherent mess of house and trance tunes from the turn of the millennium, some of which are quite good, but most of which are quite bad 😑.

And that, more or less, really just seems to sum up Ministry of Sound in a nutshell; some bangers to be sure, but also, a lot of these hulking superclub-type entities that operate branches in multiple cities—while also having their very own record labels too—seem to have this inevitable penchant for pushing out a whole torrent of mind-numbingly tacky crap, don't they? 🤷‍♂️

*sigh*

Anyway, with all that in mind, I really did enjoy certain parts of both of these discs. Paul chooses to close out each set with conventionally great trance runs, with the finale on disc 2, Rob Searle's remix of Frankie Goes to Hollywood's "The Power of Love," probably being the best of the bunch. But the paths that he takes to get to both of these runs are largely windingly unentertaining, with yawn-inducing turn-of-the-millennium progressive house marring disc 1, and then a spat of mindlessly bouncy Euro gunk in the middle of disc 2. And to jam all these different types of dance music in here like this just feels so forced and awkward in the first place, resulting in a classic case of failing to please anyone by trying to please everyone 👎.

But actually, the variety was totally winning me over in the beginning, mainly because Paul was keeping steady and connecting good tunes together from different genres that you wouldn't be likely to hear in succession otherwise. He opens up the first disc with a satisfyingly quirky bit of quiet, eerie, and jazzy deep techno from the great Laurent Garnier, then follows it up with a pulsating and wavy piece of breakbeat-infused trance from Germany's Nalin + Kane, and then gets into a literally bubbling and locked-in house groove with UK duo Tin Tin Out. But after that, he departs from this fun grab-bag, genre-hopping concept, and just proceeds to dig himself into a pit mainly comprised of progressive house emptiness, until he finally decides to climb his way out and finish up the first set with some quality trance tunes 🫤.

So, there's definitely some great y2k-era dance music on here—and the totally memed-to-a-bloody-pulp Darude's "Sandstorm" too!—but really not worth the listen, overall. A genuine miss from the legendary and beloved Tall Paul 😔.

Listen to CD1 here. Listen to CD2 here.

Highlights:

CD1:

Laurent Garnier - "The Man With the Red Face (Original Mix)" Nalin & Kane - "Superfly 20019 Live at the Crystal Palace (Alternative Club Mix)" Tin Tin Out - "Anybody's Guess (Mr. G's Out Dub)" Cygnus X - "The Orange Theme (Solar Stone Remix)" Chris + James - "Darkstar (Original Mix)" Moonman - "Galaxia (Solar Stone Remix)"

CD2:

Agnelli + Nelson - "Embrace (Original Mix)" Darude - "Sandstorm (Original Mix)" Push - "Till We Meet Again (Original Mix)" Parker + Clind - "Cosmos (Original Mix)" Frankie Goes to Hollywood - "The Power of Love (Rob Searle Club Mix)"

[telltalebatman]

🌝, 🧠, ✨ and 💭 for the fic ask game? : o

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to? so this one's kinda obvious, but - angelo fortunato. so far, he is a non-entity and only exists through mentions, with no actual screen time. and since in my head he is an anxious mess very in touch with his sexuality, i do want to give him some proper attention. he's a good noodle. doesn't want to inherit his father's crime empire bc that's just too much effort. he has a husband. they have a son (whose name is vinny, or vincente jr). angelo was also frankie's best man slash bridesmaid during her wedding.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet? a telltale batman bachelor/bachelorette au lmao, it only exists in my head as a jumbled mass of headcanons and ideas so far, all thanks to me getting weirdly fixated on that one guy from the bachelor who jumped the fence and ran away. here's to you, colton.

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing. unapologetic. earnest. uhhhhhhh intertextual?? i do put a lot of references in it. there was a time where everything as a lolita reference. the most recent thing i wrote were references to dragon age and erving goffman, in the same scene.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work? i can only wish and hope that in the end, i am doing vicki and oz justice. especially vicki. my god, did they do her dirty in the end.

[peachbun03]

I accidentally came across a TikTok about Welcome Home and yall the autism is autisming

[cecilxa]

a sprinkle of love and an artisan slice of confessions

summary: heizou finds the courage to finally sing your praises

contents: fluff, silly boy heizou, flustered reader, gn!reader

cw: very slightly suggestive at the end, tiny mention of dying

recommend listening to: fool by frankie cosmos (for the vibes)

a/n: tysm for 100+ followers, proper post expressing my gratitude is up, but i am eternally grateful :))

last in a trilogy, read these beforehand! pt 1, pt 2

“... I really like your face?”

After an uncomfortable period of silence for Heizou, your voice echoes his words right back at him. Well, time to accept that invitation to live on Watastumi Island. If he wasn’t already red enough, he’s sporting a lovely shade of crimson, like a fresh tomato. His heart’s thumping erratically, and his hands are dreadfully shaking, trying to think of a way to make it not seem awkward. Heizou feels like he’s on fire, doused in the gasoline that is his love for you, uncontrollable and explosive.

“Not just your face! Not that your face isn’t nice; well, it’s much more than nice!” Man alive, that’s all he could come up with? Where’s the suave and cool guy people usually encounter? Gone, that’s where. Completely disappeared from view, leaving a stuttering, blushing mess of a detective in his place.

What he doesn’t notice, however, are your cheeks, which are also blazing red. Struggling to comprehend your- very complicated- emotions, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts in your mind. It feels nice, being complimented like that, especially by him. Wait… what?

What he does notice is your frown, though, and, thinking you’re getting upset at the thought he only likes your face, desperately blurts out all of the things he could’ve only contained for a little while longer. Well, carpe diem.

“Don’t be upset! Please, don’t be upset, I don’t just like your face, I like every part of you! You know what I like; I like your eyes when you smile, they sparkle like the fireworks we have every year, and when I look at them, I want to get lost in them forever. Your smile’s the most wonderful thing I could’ve ever seen and- man alive- if I could see it every day, I would die the happiest detective in the whole world. You know, when I talk to you, I always feel like my heart’s slowly combusting, but I don’t think I mind, because it’s all worth it. I search for any opportunities to encounter you, and I know your favourite kind of flowers, even though you’ve only mentioned them once in passing, and the florist’s was supposed to stop selling them because they weren’t that popular, but I told them that if they kept selling them I’d help them for free with any investigating they needed, just to keep them in stock. Sara doesn’t believe me, but I think that I’d gladly do anything for you. Honestly, as if I wouldn’t! My favourite sound in the whole of Teyvat is your voice, and even that beats the silent noise of peaceful serenity in the early morning.” He’s rambling at this point, and you’re not even cross! But, there’s this feeling in your gut to let him continue.

“Every little thing I like. Every. Little. Thing. I like you so much, it hurts to think about! No, I love you so much, it hurts. So please, please don’t be upset; I love you.”

A short pause.

“I love you.” Heizou repeats. It’s uttered quietly, but with so much adoration and finality, it’s impossible to ignore.

The culmination of adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream, and the immensity of his feelings for you eventually settle, after his (extremely) lovely confession. He’s again met with silence, and, again, he doesn’t notice the very flustered state he’s put you in. Nervously, he meets your eyes, and they’re shining with something akin to the way he feels whenever he’s around you.

Your heart’s racing, and you don’t know what’s happened to your breath to be taken away so much like this. Thoughts of his cheerful face invade your mind; him laughing and stuttering, his red face. Each memory leaves a tingle in your heart, it seems as if it were expanding. Love… is this what they call love?

Meanwhile, Heizou can’t utter a word. You look so… wonderfully wonderful, and he doesn’t think that there would be anything better at this moment than to officially proclaim him as yours.

But there’s something he wants to do beforehand, before all of his nerves completely dissipate. Interrupting your sudden revelation, a soft whisper gently permeates your ear, so intimate, and quiet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Giving him a firm, and definite, nod, pink streaking both of your faces, your lips touch. Something shoots off inside both of you. Heizou’s felt nothing like this before. An explosion of colour fills his heart, and an indescribable warmth makes its way to his head. He can feel your body so close to his, and he wants nothing more than to stay like this forever. Urging him on, your bodies tangle together in a blaze of heat, neither of you wanting to stop. Maybe you’ll carry on, just for a little bit, it just feels so right. Exactly like two jigsaw puzzle pieces.

What’s most natural, however, is the fact that Heizou’s love for you, your feelings for him, they’re incomparable, even if you’ve both been playing the fool (most of the time).

a/n: likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💘

[wurm-food]

-pulls a chair over and plunks down on it- TOP 3 FILM RED MOMENTS, GO (or anything else you want to say!! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH EVERYONE I KNOW BC I LOVED IT SO MUCH) (also i'm about to go through your whole blog from the past two days sorry)

OH MY GOD I’ve been dying to talk to you about this!!!

I’m going to put a little read more thingy so I can hide spoilers (my blog is Uta brainrot right now, please enjoy my unhinged mess lol)

(omg sorry I’m just brain dumping, I hope my jumbled thoughts make sense it’s like 20 things…)

The whole thing?? Can the whole thing be my favorite?? I thought I was ready for this movie and I was NOT AT ALL. I laughed, I cried, my heart completely broke over and over again (I’m going to believe she isn’t dead because I can’t handle anything else).

Also wtf her devil fruit is TERRIFYINGLY strong

The music hits soooooo much harder now with context. New Genesis? The manifesto of of this poor girl. I’m invincible?? The battle cry oh my god. Backlight??? God damn this went so hard she is so full of rage.

I need a fucking minute to reprocess Fleeting Lullaby. I knew this one was going to go crazy but OH MY GOD this was legendary.

The Worlds Continuation and Where the wind blows…. I was in tears. I cried so much during this movie. Everything with Shanks and Beckman (OUR DAUGHTER?? instant waterworks). Shanks crying sent me over the edge.

Tot Musica. Enough said.

One more comment and just Uta…. Im in love with her. She’s so viscerally complex and raw and real in ways I can’t fully put into words. I want to write this girl the reality she deserves, she’s been through so much and I cannot emphasize enough how wonderful of a character she is.

Ok now for moments that aren’t Uta!!

The fits went OFF for everyone. Sanji is rotting my brain (per usual), Zoro… omg. The cutest Nami fit of all time!!! Robin my queen. Brook and Franky looked so BAD ASS.

I am Bepo, Bepo is me, my partner was Law escorting my Uta obsessed ass to the theater. I was in TEARS everytime his silly little outfit went off. I cannot.

Sunny-kun :) I need a plushie of him. “What kind of mods are these?” The cute ones, Franky!!

Ok the Sanji/Brulee moment was really cute ngl

Tot musica itself gave me big Madoka Magica witch vibes which I’m obsessed with

I laughed at the franky fart joke, he’s allowed to have fart jokes

Honestly the comedy in the movie was really freaking good

HOLY BUDGET TOEI put to so much good use. It was insane.

a morsel of joy boy :) I love

Ummmmm that might be all of my rational thoughts at the moment. This movie was SO GOOD.

[artemiseamoon]

Gif help needed

Okay dears, I’m looking for a specific Triple Frontier gif. You know the scene where the guys are sitting in the rain (jungle). Does anyone have a gif of Santi during that scene? Or ever better, Santi and Frankie?

I have Frankie alone, it comes up in search results. But I need Santi. Looking in the gif search bar on tumblr is jumbling my brain. It’s a mess in there. Thanks! 💜

For this fic , I have a Santi and Frankie scene coming up.

[peachbun03]

I gotta be honest reading this gives me a bad feeling of what's to come because reverse racism doesn't actually exist and I feel like that this storyline may ignore the naunces within someone in a minority group not wanting to align themselves with that of the source of their oppression, such as Toralei feeling that Clawdeen shouldn't be allowed in Monster High despite being half monster because of her proximity to humanity.

As the school is essentially a safe haven for monster teens, depending on who writes this story and how, many of the nuances of this relationship between oppressed and oppressor can and will be lost and what we will end up with is a disingenuous ugly picture that inaccurately paints what discrimination and racism is and how it can take shape.

Like I just feel like it's nefarious that they're taking a character who is fully a monster and will most likely face the blunter force of this discrimination into not only a villain for not being comfortable with humans but also into someone who is basically a monster supremacist. Cause like even in the original movies I've noticed that the monsters dislike from humans comes from being mistreated and seeing their safe haven get defaced which later escalates.

The half human characters don't deserve to be mistreated however nuance in this situation is important.

Is tHIS WHY THEY MADE HER LIGHTER???

[myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19]

Sleepless nights

@irathgo @smellofsnoww @luna-rein

*************

A soft nudge woke him up from his short slumber. Wen Jin looked to the side to see who it was.

He gave the girl next to him a drowsy confused expression but she only pointed in front of him to their professor.

The woman had an annoyed look on her face as she stared at the young man.

Wen Jin quickly gathered himself and tried to wake up, sitting up on his chair.

"Is my class boring you?" The professor asked impatiently.

Wen Jin shook his head and quickly rubbed his eyes. "No Madam, I'm sorry about that."

He didn't even notice himself dozing off, if only he could do the same tonight.

How long has it been since he's actually gotten a good night's sleep?

The professor walked back to the front of the class to continue her lesson. Wen Jin tried to pay attention but had to bring himself back from the brink of slumber multiple times and to be honest he couldn't understand a thing she was saying. It was a little jumbled and he lost track of the lessons flow a while ago.

He looked down at his notes and it looked like an ant dipped its legs in ink and scattered around his white pages.

The lecture was over not long after. He yawned as he got ready to head to the next one. He had two more before he could drive home.

*******

He exited his last class and didn't really understand a single thing in either classes. He was barely awake for any of them to be honest.

He checked if he had everything, he gave up not really caring if it's important he wouldn't forget it. He began to walk.

Wen Jin reached the building's door. Reaching into his pocket to take his phone out so he could play some musi….. he reached inside, feeling his heart sink when he realized his pockets were empty.

He removed what he had inside, a charger, his airpods, his wallet, some candy, receipts and other useless trash but none where his phone.

He turned his pockets inside out. He cursed as he put his bag down. His search there came up empty.

He felt an uncontrollable anger as he kept coming up with nothing.

'Where the fuck is it?' he growled.

He kept searching, ignoring the person that kept calling out to him. Whatever they needed he would deal with them later. The person kept calling, only adding to his frustration. Then they got closer and tapped his shoulder.

"WHAT!?!?"Wen Jin yelled, finally turning to the person.

The person flinched back, their expression slightly terrified. They distanced themselves just staring at him for a second.

"Well?" He snapped again.

They shook themselves back though still shaken. Then they quickly reached in their dress pockets.

"You… you left your phone in class," they answered, reaching out to retrieve Wen Jin's phone and handing it to him.

He blinked down at the phone then at them, his anger disappearing and turning into embarrassment and guilt. He looked around and noticed a few stares.

He looked back at his classmate, they weren't close and to be honest Wen Jin barely knew who they were aside from their name. Franky maybe. They wore a long black skirt, with a matching black crop and hat. A few piercings on their lip and nose and brown dreads with gold jewelry decorating it.

"Oh …. I'm sorry." He said reaching to get his phone, "thank you, I'm sorry I yelled." He said again.

"Franky …. Right?" He asked, putting the phone back and rubbing at his eyes slightly.

"Yeah," they nodded.

Then they didn't say anything just looking at the guy with some concern, "You need to get some sleep man, you look terrible."

Wen Jin couldn't say anything before Franky got called by some friends and they left him.

Wen Jin sighed, he looked down at the phone for a second. Just staring at his black screen. How long has it been since he actually got to sleep? It's Friday, so a week or so. It's close to the day he was taken and it's messing with him.

It didn't last long before a phone call snapped him out of it. It startled him back to reality. He quickly answered.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Finally you answered," Lian said from the other end.

"You ….you've been trying to call?" He asked, a little surprised.

"Yes, Ming Yue wants to know if you're coming or not," she reminded him.

Wen Jin rubbed his eyes, he forgot he told her that himself.

"Yes I'm sorry…. I'm sorry, I'll be right there. I'm done for the day," he said then cut the line.

******

Wen Jin got to Lian's house, barely in one piece. He parked the bike then went up to her house.

Lian answered the door for him,she just picked Ming Yue up from school. He would spend the weekend with her while Lian attended some work seminar. Usually Ming Yue would go live with her father but he's not in town until Sunday. Wen Jin jumped on the chance when he heard.

He greeted her and she let him in.

She didn't say anything but kept her eye on him.

"Where's Ming Yue?"

Lian pointed in the direction of the young girl's room. He nodded then entered.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, noticing her gaze as he sat down.

"You don't look too well." She pointed out, looking at his slight pale complexion and dark under bags.

"It's alright don't worry about it." He brushed it off as he sat down.

"How can I not worry, you look like a corpse." She raised, sitting down next to him.

She looked like she was examining him, the attention made him shift back a little.

"Just had a tough week." He told her.

Lian frowned, not really believing that excuse. He looked away.

"Are you sure everything is fi…"

"Just stop," he said Barely audible.

Lian was taken aback and just blinked a little surprised at his words, then she stood up.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize I was overstepping,"

He looked at her, the worried look on her face. The face he missed so much when he was little.

"You always are, you're always putting yourself in things. In my life, in my problems." How is he supposed to move on if he knows that he can't ever have his life back.

"I didn't realize,"

He looked up at her. Memories flashing back of when he was younger and he would run to her.

"No… no you don't understand."he snapped.

Lian couldn't say anything and just looked at him, a mixture of confusion, worry and maybe guilt as he began to cry.

She just listened as he continued. She doesn't understand how any of it is connected to her but he needs to let it out.

"You weren't there when it mattered, you weren't there when I cried and you weren't there when I was scared, you weren't there when I was alone and needed you to hold me."

What is he doing? Why is he yelling at his mother like she had any way of knowing where he was? Who is he angry with? Why is he angry? He stopped himself and turned away wiping the tears that fell without him realizing.

Lian took a few steps closer. She raised her hand to comfort him but was hesitant and stepped back.

"I…I don't understand," she said. Something in her heart felt like this was important.

Wen Jin didn't turn to look at her.

"You can't understand," he said as he stopped himself from crying, "cause it's too late,"

He looked to the side and Ming Yue was staring at him and their mother with a terrified expression. She's never seen him cry and now that he looked he made Lian tear up a little.

He looked away from the both of them and grabbed his keys then headed for the door.

"I need time to think," he told her as he stormed off.

She ran after him, holding her hand out for Ming Yue to stay put.

"Wen Jin!" She called out.

He didn't listen and just put his helmet on and started his bike.

"Wen Jin! Come back." She called again and he just started then rode off.

She was lost on what to do and tried to call Milo. She told him what happened and he said he would talk to him when gets home.

***********

Two hours later Milo called Lian again. She was hoping it was new that he had a talk with the boy. But her stomach dropped when Milo spoke.

"I can't find Wen Jin."

She stood up suddenly, he's been gone for too long. He wasn't even in any state to be out on his own. Let alone on his bike.

"I'll help find him," she told Milo, immediately grabbing her keys.

She signed to Ming Yue telling the little girl to stay put while she goes looking for Wen Jin. They were both pretty worried about him already.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Milo told her, sounding terrified.

"It's okay, I'm sure he'll be fine, just stay calm until we find him," She reassured.

"He won't answer his phone," Milo said again

"Alright, I'll try and look for him with you," Lian left the house and got her car out of the garage. She'll ask a neighbor to watch Ming Yue.

********

She didn't drive far before she saw police cars and people gathered around.

Her stomach dropped but she slowly stopped the car and went over.

Though there wasn't a lot of light left, she could see the blood on the pavement. The bike, that was his bike.

"What happened?" She asked, not meaning to raise her voice.

One of the officers there looked over to Lian.

"Calm down ma'am," the officer said as she walked over to Lian.

"Where's the boy?" She asked as she looked around. No one answered her. "Where is he?!" She asked again.

"He's been taken to the hospital," she told Lian.

But the older woman still felt terrified.

"I'm going to need to ask you some questions." The officer said.

Lian looked over at the officer then nodded. Firstly she did confirm that it was Wen Jin's bike and it was no one's fault. Wen Jin just lost control of his bike and crashed on the side. Someone saw this and called an ambulance for him. Lian got the name of the place he was taken to and drove away.

She then phoned Milo who began heading to the hospital immediately.

[lordabovehelpme]

Frankie and Flying

A/n: Hey all! I wrote this the other night and was going to make it into a whole one shot, but I felt like writing stuff to go with it would take away from the passion and emotion that I put into this short scene. So please enjoy! Love you all!

Word Count: 400+

Summary: Frankie has many emotions about flying, but most of all he feels at home.

Warnings: some mentions of violence and trauma

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There’s something about being in the air that makes his soul sing.

Maybe it’s the control… the security that no one will make decisions for him or any higher-ups to report to. That no one will question his choices or fight him on his opinions.

Maybe it’s the comfort of the machine. One that he’s spent numerous hours in and now feels like an extension of himself. One that he’s fixed and repaired, learning the maneuvers as well as walking with his own legs. One that he knows will follow his every command.

Maybe it’s the childlike wonder. The thrill of excitement as he approaches the bird. The adoration of the engineering and mechanics that make him feel like a kid again. It brings him back to high school when he would absorb any information he could find on the aircraft. And then the pure glee when the recruiter said he would be a perfect fit for their flight school; the simple creme card with “Go Army” in the corner and the man's contact info still tucked safely in his wallet.

Maybe it’s the quiet. No loud sneers or the overwhelming jumbled mess of a crowd. Just the predictable rotor blades as they cut through the air. Just the hum of the engine as it lifts him up. Just the swirl of wind before him.

Maybe it’s the freedom. How he’s no longer tethered to the Earth. Open air with open arms, calling out to him like a siren to a sailor. Grasping him and pulling him away from his life, promising a few hours away from the darkest parts of his mind.

Maybe it’s the memories. The ones filled with boyish fits of laughter, companions... brothers all trying to cheer each other up and distract from the harsh reality of their lives. Or the ones where his heart has nearly stopped, shots ringing out below as he flys away to safety. Or it's the ones filled with glassy eyes and quiet tears. The cockpit being safe enough for him to let them fall, to shed the grief and sorrow he pushes down in his chest.

Maybe it’s because he knows he’s him. He becomes confident with the cyclic, the pedals, the switches. He becomes more confident in his ability as a soldier… as a man. He becomes confident in himself.

He becomes sure that this is what he was meant to do.

But whatever it is, it makes his soul fall back into a whole piece.

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Hopefully, this thought will tide you all over until I can post the next fic of mine!

Relogs and comments are always appreciated!

Love, Lordy :)

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