#gonna stop procrastinating that now ok bye again!!

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I LOVE WORDS! WORDS DONT LOVE ME BACK!! </3

[todayisafridaynight]

streaming comic-makin sessions would be a nightmare cause i know damn well id just be digitally pacing between twitter and youtube before actually doin shit. it'd be like trying to host a writing stream where everyone would look at a blank canvas for half an hour as i try to figure out what the fuck im gonna do

[drplague1961]

author note or wtvr the fuck these are called: hey this is the first time posting my writing to tumblr, hope you enjoy lmao ok bye im gonna procrastinate on my history hw now

Childish Contract

The strange pair walked down the street toward the convenience store with different goals in mind. Rosee needed to grab some chapstick, as her previous tube had been lost between the seats when she was applying it in a car that had abruptly jolted to a stop. Velasco just wanted a PayDay. The two children didn’t have any supervision, as the girl had slipped away into the city with her cryptic companion with her father not aware.

The masked boy pushed the door open for Rosee, and she didn’t give him a second glance as she walked inside. The bell ringed slightly as it shut and the duo perused the back shelves.

“I guess this will do for now,” Rosee noted with a slight frown on her face. She was holding a pack of Lip Smackers with disdain etched on her face. She stuffed it into the inner pocket of the cardigan she was wearing. Velasco stared at the action, tilting his head slightly yet paying no mind to it. He walked down the aisle toward the candy section and got a PayDay, slipping it underneath his shirt and sliding it by his hip. One of the girl’s eyebrows raised, but she looked amused. “Huh. You are the first boy I’ve hung out with who didn’t say anything when I do that– not to mention do it himself.”

“I only do it because I don’t have money,” Velasco mumbled, staring at his shoes. He stuffed his shaking hands into his pockets and looked up at the taller girl timidly.

“I do it because I don’t want to spend my money on something as unimportant as chapstick,” Rosee replied, studying him while tapping one of her fingers against her pale cheek. “PayDays also fall under the unimportant category.”

“What falls under the important category?” the masked boy asked curiously.

“Hermès. LV,” the girl recited.

“Oh. Okay, that makes sense.”

The pair walked out of the shop, not daring to look the underpaid cashier in the eyes. If they had been caught, he probably wouldn’t have taken the time to care. Out in the street, they took a detour down an alley. Velasco took out his PayDay, unwrapped it quickly, and raised his mask slightly to take a bite. Rosee looked at him with scrutiny yet didn’t make a comment.

“Hm… I wonder where we should go now,” she said under her breath, more to herself than the masked boy. He shrugged in response, the wrapper rustling in his hands as he ate. 

Out of nowhere, a figure appeared and bolted toward them, towering over the two. He had a strange look in his eyes, like his head wasn’t screwed on right. His face was set into a yellow-toothed grin. Velasco let out a squeak of surprise and went behind Rosee, grabbing her arm. The girl looked startled, yet quickly recomposed herself, glaring behind her at the masked boy. He retracted his hands from her body instantly.

“What do you got, little lady?” the stranger asked, leaning down to look at Rosee and crossing his arms. His breath was rancid and his stubble was several days old. She blinked rapidly before scowling.

“Nothing of interest to you,” she replied coldly, keeping her face neutral. He chuckled, a wheezy sound coming out of his mouth and throwing his head back. The hyena of a man’s gaze went from the girl to Velasco. He disregarded Rosee’s blatant dislike of touch and grabbed her elbow, trying to make himself as small as possible.

“You probably got somethin’, huh? A fin or two?” the man asked. The masked boy shook his head vigorously. He clicked his tongue before speaking again, pointing to Velasco’s face. “What’s with that mask, huh? Ain’t Halloween any time soon.”

“N-no, I don’t have anything,” the masked boy mumbled sheepishly. He cast his head downward, beak pointed toward the cracked concrete ground. “The mask’s a… a family heirloom, sir.”

“Family heirloom…” the stranger laughed, before grabbing Rosee’s shoulder. “Why don’t you come with me? I got somethin’ to show ya– somethin’ special. It’s just around the corner, if you both come with me. I promise it’ll be cool.”

“I don’t think we will–” Rosee started, before she was yanked forward by the man. Her front of confidence immediately dropped and she screamed shrilly, clawing for Velasco. The masked boy pulled on her arm, starting a tug-of-war with the man, feet sliding against the asphalt. With one large heave, the stranger’s digits released her and she fell back. Rosee now assumed position behind Velasco, who was trembling quite a bit yet shielding her with his body. “Velasco! Do something!”

The man hissed in frustration and snatched a lock of the masked boy’s hair. He yelped as he was jolted backward, and his hand instantly went to the holster attached to his belt. Velasco pulled his revolver out and pressed the muzzle into the stranger’s stomach. He fired all of the bullets rapidly– barrel spiraling– and yelled as he pushed the man to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the jaw with sharp grunts. Blood splattered all over himself, and he only stopped once his muscles ached and the man’s eyes had glossed over, quite obviously lifeless.

The masked boy stood up slowly from the now corpse, and turned around. Rosee looked surprised, yet not necessarily shaken by the gruesome end of their would-be kidnapper. Velasco stumbled toward her, tremors racking his body as he collapsed into her. Her eyes widened, yet she put her hands around him and patted his head like he was a toddler that had just gotten a scrape on the knee.

“There, there…” she murmured. The masked boy cried quietly. That was when she tightened her grip and pulled on the straps of his mask, his head tilting back slightly. She chuckled, and he inhaled sharply. “Just kidding.”

“Wh-what?”

“I’m going to tell everyone what you did.”

“N-no!” Velasco muttered. She kept him in her grasp and spoke in his pointed ear. He shifted uncomfortably, twitching. Yet, he didn’t resist.

“If you don’t do everything I say from now on, I’m going to tell everyone what you did to that man,” she replied airily. The masked boy breathed heavily. “Remember when I said I might hire you? Well… you’re useful enough. I, the mistress– you, the butler… permanently, at this point. Not to mention you’d kill for me. No boy I’ve hung out with has done that, either. You’re special.

“I’m your friend, right? Don’t you want to make me happy, Velasco?”

“...Yes, Rosee.”

“Good. Now, get rid of the body.”

[haumeazzz]

Yap session cuz I totally never do that😱😱😱 (I needa work on the tati drawing)

I love these dolls so much why are they so expensive1!1!1!1

They're called Precious Moments' Make Every Step Count Figurines if anyone's wondering!

Most of the ones ive found are at least 50-60 doll hairs 😖😢

UEE😭🥺💧Eu💧💧E E😭😭 E EUE🥺🥺😭UUUUE😭🥺💧🥺😭 ue 💧ee😭🥺💧ue 🥺e e e😭 💧🥺😭Uueuuue.💧ue 😭🥺ee e🥺🥺😭eUEE 💧🥺💧EEE 💧💧😭–😭EE H💧🥺😭E EUU💧🥺😭UUEHH🥺😭EUEH

I also just did a bunch of updates 2 my pinned post ugh 😓 n I'm shaking plus my throat n mouth r dry I think i needa sleep

Ok ok I gotta calm down on the yapping...

Or... ((Tw 4 mention of sh/ed n relapse it's very small tho)

Took a break from twt bc shedtwt was getting on my tl 2 much and it was not helping my healing journey from my ED or SH but I'm already starting 2 feel better! 1!1!1

I also just realized I'm the youngest of my friends _(._.)_ (the 3-4 I have)

I'm gonna go listen 2 the land is inhospitable and so are we on repeat

DID U GO AND MAKE PROMISES YOU CAN'T KEEP? WELL WHEN YA BREAK THEM THEY BREAK YA RIGHT BACKK

Oh Mitski the woman and musician u are

Idk maybe I can go and see if theres any place like a second hand store app /site I can get them cheaper,,,, I think I might have like 20 dollars tho so that prolly still wouldn't be enough

My momma says her step mom had these when she was growing up. I mean they were first made in 1978 which was a few years b4 my momma was born, my grandma was in here later teen years I think?? Her and my mom do have a 20 year age difference ╮(·o·)╭ while my grandma got a 19 year age difference with my uncle

I js took a sip of my soda and it didn't taste good :(

I can't believe 2024 is over in less than 20 days like damn what a blink this year was... But on a high note I got about only a bit more than 5 months of school left till summer break and a week till winter break!! 2 bad it's only 2 weeks long 😞

Also also look look it's me >Π<

And this I me too!1!1 (·'╻'·)

Oooohhh but I just thought of Tati as precious moments figures they'd look sossosos cute1!!11!!1!1!1

I think I might update my pinned again

I also needa work on school work ughhh I hate myself 4 procrastinating cuz now I have like a bagillion of missing assignments (。·́︿·̀。)

NOTHING IN THE WORLD BELONGS 2 ME BUT MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE ♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡

Yeah. I've gotten 7 songs into an 11 song album from when I typed I was gonna start listening to the album....

Ok ok bye bye I gotta stop letting these rants get so out of hand

[gooolixx]

wanted to post a wip but for some reason tumblr wont let me log in on chrome desktop mode

whoops

it will have to wait for tomorrow

maybe soon ill make another big blog post with just thoughts about my life and whats going on and everything

my life is actually going quite well right now i think. well i say quite well... its actually probably the best its been since summer 2022 (best months of my life, especially may and july), but something feels off. it feels eerily similar to last year actually. im back into tomodachi life/collection, and im obsessed with pikmin again. ive actually stopped ignoring what happened in 2021 (the dark era) and im starting to actually organise the timeline of my life... which is weird actually. idk if this is normal but like i dont remember anything from before 2019. i think my only memories from before are like.. super early, random, or playing fortnite in 2018. it feels like i started existing in 2021

anyways back to my point about 2021...

with 22 library, i had to go back to early to mid 2022 and even though it hasnt really been that long since, it was super nostalgic. i also found where i was storing everything from debut collection (if you don't know what debut collection is, it was my first album. it kinda sucks. its from 2021), and it includes like literally everything. wip renders, final renders, project files, cover image, cover image project file, random scrapped flps... other stuff

so im probably gonna do something with that sometime. dont hold your breath though

im working on something else anyways with some of my friends so everything else is kinda on hold right now (anomalies from athena is still happening im just a procrastinator)

anyways this was longer than what i expected. its nice to put my thoughts out here. i know that nobody really reads these or probably thinks about them too much but i like writing and i like talking and just putting my thoughts out there for the odd one or two people who care.

anyways ill leave you with a gauntlet of hell doodle i made last week (because this month marks one year since we made the prototype)

the names dont mean anything, except A might be a hint towards something idk idk :)

also ms gothic what a cool font

ok bye

[malepresentingleg]

is it 2013 again? cause i have a rant about teen wolf coming and i feel 16 y/o.

so due to dome heavy procrastination I've consumed a lot of teen wolf content, i skipped a bunch of episodes and a lot of scenes in the ones i haven't but i still have some Thoughts TM

it's good??? i had a Good Time watching, it was funny but intense and dark and i felt Feelings watching, some of the plotlines were meh (or maybe i just skipped them heh) but a lot were interesting and i loved the characters and their interaction

scott. my sweetheart. my baby. such a cutiepie, such a great protagonist 10/10 i love him and would die for him. he's so pure and cute and his little smile melts my heart. i love how he's fundamentally Human no matter how non human he is. he's a great character all around and i kinda wish they didn't do that shit to him at the end (imma get there) or treated him like he ISN'T the protagonist for such big parts of the shows

people KNOW. Stiles knows from day one, allison finds out soon, his mom finds out in season 2! the sheriff in 3, and they just become part of the gang and can help them with stuff bc they UNDERSTAND. shows like that get really tiring when the teens constantly lie to everyone around them and it was very refreshing. the running gag with the coach ruining things tho was funny and I'm ok with it.

Ok this is mellisa appreciation time. she's SUCH a great, complex and unusual mom-of-hero character. i absolutely love her and her attitude, i love how she's not simply being used as a tool to cause scott pain (just.. sometimes) and their relationship is parenting goals.

also isn't it fucking hilarious how she's a nurse but she just knows everything medical. she's also a surgeon and a mortician and a doctor. ik it's for plot reasons but it funny af.

in general women on the show.. had a lot of potential, i love them, but i hate how they were treated.

allison was all around great imo, her and scott's relationship was built very well and was two sided from the start (unlike... yeah), she has emotions, she's smart and brave, but also human and scared, she kicks ass and, again, exists outside of Scott's GF status (mostly). andddd they killed her. idk if the actress had to/wanted to leave or it was a pure writers decision bc they needed to keep just her father or something, but that would have been ok if not for all the other things

we have 3 main kickass ladies with powers- lydia, kira and malia. lydia spent close to FIVE whole seasons not knowing anything about her abilities/not knowing how to control them. cmon, it gets old. scott masters his powers after a season or two (and had control a lot sooner), parrish finds out what he is like half a season after it becomes relevant etc.

malia- do i need to explain? she was CONSTANTLY struggling controlling her abilities, no matter how badass she supposedly was. and kira oh boy, they did her dirty, didn't they?

kira was such a cute adorable character. i loved her and her little crush on scott and wanting to make friends and being freaked out about relationships, i love her discovering her past and heritage and learning to fight and gaining control and becoming a badass. but. what? they just undid all this? oh no the fox is taking over she has no control no agency of her own she needs to disappear for years now bye :( again, idk if the actress needed to leave but it was so unsatisfying and was insulting to the character. she wasn't even mentioned later a bunch like allison was, just they needed her mom for a plot tool and didn't even acknowledge it was her sword they were breaking. uhm rude?

LET WOMEN HAVE POWERS AND BE AWESOME WITH THEM. and not just minor/bad characters thanks.

i love the concept of a pack on the show and how you don't have to be a werewolf to be a part of it, how scott becomes a true alpha and how he cares about his friends. i kinda feel like in later seasons him being an alpha was more talk than show which like /: meh. like i said, he stopped BEING the main character, just talked about as if he was.

i love how friendship is valued, but i think it could be more.. i mean the scene in the motel, all season 3b, scott and lydia, all the girls with each other.. i love it. too many times tho it "wasn't enough" and only romantic love worked which SUCKS. in 6a i was so happy scott went in to try and remember stiles and the memories hit me right in the heart. then when it "wasn't enough" i was SO pissed and frustrated goddammit. i guess that leads me to the next point-

ships, should i talk about ships? i don't want hate in my asks but oh well it's been a few years maybe there's no fandom to care. I'll start with the end

malia and scott. what. the. fuck. when, out of fucking no where, they had like a lingering look or something i was just "nope. no thanks". and then every scene they had together i had to cover my eyes bc it felt so wrong and bad and awkward. jesus. no build up at ALL, they're like family, i just. ew. no. it felt way too much like "oh we gotta pair off the leftovers" or "the main character can't end up single" well guess what, he fucking can. it was. god. i can't even explain the disgust. when he needed to heal and all she had to do was kiss him ugh. it felt so fake and empty of meaning. i would 100% prefer for it to be stiles (I'll get there) or his mom who snapped him out of it.

melissa and chris, i could get aboard with that. def cute, def weird af since his dead daughter was dating her son but, well.

stiles and lydia is a ship i have conflicting feelings about. i absolutely hate the concept of "the nerd" is in love with the popular girl since freshman year and he's borderline being a creep ("oh but it's stiles! he's a dork and he's harmless" no.), completely obsessed with her and she ignores him but then they end up getting together.. i mean, it sends a bad msg to obsessed boys about how it's worth it in the end, and it makes the whole relationship feel unbalanced from the start, makes her reciprocation feel unatural. BUT, i have to admit the show did kinda make me warm up to this ship by the end, curse them. it was kinda cute. i wish there was more mutualness before it became such an important part in 6a tho.

just gonna put it out there: malia/kira and lydia/allison. i wish we saw more girl on girl interactions in general but the ones we had were very good, great dynamics.

i won't get too much into it but i.. i don't ship st*rek. i understand why they're the biggest ship (two white hot boys that interact with each other, i mean.), and i see the couple of fan service-y moments the show throws at us but just. they don't have my heart, i don't really care about them. not the characters, the characters i absolutely love! (tho this watch i skipped most of season 1 and 2 and 3a and i think that's where derek is the most asshole.. didn't he do really bad things? idr) idk if you want a bad character on the way to redemption with someone you should ship liam and theo who had way better shippy chemistry imo, even tho their ship probably wouldn't be healthy given their dynamic history, huh.

the ship that does owns my heart? scilies. I'm a softy when it comes to best friends to lovers, and their bond and relationship is just. so. pure. don't get me wrong, i love me a good platonic relationship, but there was just one to many homoerotic interactions between them for me not to ship it, hard. (not to be that person but my guess is that if Scott was white it would have been a way bigger ship, but who knows?) i love their love, i love they would do anything for each other, and i feel like there were a bunch of very missed opportunities for them in later seasons :(

so representation. this feels like a show that is trying to be Woke TM but it's not going so well. the main character is supposedly latino but it's never ever addressed. idc about "oh we want a world without prejudice" you can still fucking address it. i mean they went to Mexico a couple of times, stiles keeps saying "Mexican cousin" i mean. god. give us something. did i mention scott was told he'd make a great "nazi youth" ..

and you don't need to be a genius to see the most characters are very white or at least very white passing. and when you don't address their non whiteness they might as well be..

i already mentioned how poorly i feel kira was treated, but also mason, who is a wonderful character, gets no depth? we know nothing about him other than being gay and smart pretty much.

i also spoke about the women already but, they were really really great women characters, but not enough of them, not enough that lasted.

there's not much to talk about disability bc it just wasn't on the show. the only blind character was healed which. /: same with epilepsy and asthma..

i think the show is probably very proud (ha) with their LGBTQ+ rep bc they're like "oh let's make this insignificant couple gay bc hey nbg". examples are lydia's grandma, La Bete and marcel, i think nolan and jiang were exes and then nolan and gabe were a thing? idr if it was explicit. the couple of girls in the tent.. probably a couple more. it's nice, def better than all random couples being straight but that's not satisfying as rep.

Danny was great. i think he and ethan were.. cute? i think he was awesome, i loved danny so much and was very excited to learn he KNOWS at the end of season 3 and was waiting to see him join the pack. instead he fucking disappeared?! wtf. #WhereDidDannyGo

brett was cute rep, especially being bi but i feel like it could go into the insignificant pool which, again, is better than nothing.

mason and corey i just don't have strong feelings about. they were definitely cute and I'm glad they were together, i love mason A Lot. i think this relationship could be explored more, or at least the characters could be explored more to give this relationship more depth.

very interesting how there's no wlw canon couple, not even hinted. just fan servicey hot malia kira dance which /:

not to mention transgenderness. god can you imagine the interesting plotline of transitioning while being a werewolf 0:

i think the rep i was most happy about was ethan and Jackson. even tho i don't think there was build up or clues in the first couple of seasons, I'm happy for the actor who i know was struggling with coming out publicly, and it was very fun and refreshing for the ending. even if we got very few scenes with them the dynamic was 10/10

the biggest problem is obviously stiles. i just don't understand why, if they're so supposedly progressive, they went to that length to queerbait without following through. the whole gag of wanting to be attractive to danny and to gay guys, the whole "aww danny want to have sex with me that's so nice", the whole "do you like guys too?". it's a gag. his alleged bisexuality is the butt of a joke, and it pisses me the fuck off. they don't have to make it a big deal or have him get a bf for it to be official. it wasn't subtle subtext. it was a CHOICE. to put a spotlight on his sexuality but not deliver. -100/10 would not recommend.

also they could talk about his mental health more.

and about Scott's, please and thank you.

and everyone's.

i had some more feelings, like villains changing sides without getting a proper redemption and having no consequences, the wholesomeness of the sherriff and mellisa being each other's kids second parent eichen house (wtf??), and more, but i think i wrote enough for now.

tl;dr- good show with A Lot of problems, will always have a place in my heart bc I'm a nostalgic gal.

[nikkiheart2006]

CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING

Do you know how they say that not everything will be bad forever? That the bad times will pass? What they didn’t tell you is that the good times will pass as well. Nothing can stay perfect forever. If something stays good for a long time, bad things will happen eventually. I should probably explain how I got into this mess in the first place.

My name is Nikki and I’m a freshman in high school. I hear that many kids in high school find it so difficult to keep up with studies that they start doing drugs and make their lives messed up. I won’t be one of them. At least I hope not. I always make a promise to myself at the start of every semester that I'll do better. And I do. It just isn’t consistent. Everything goes perfectly at the beginning of the year. Then, slowly I start to procrastinate and delay things till I am way behind in my classes. But I don't have to deal with the humility of that because we’re always moving. I have switched schools 12 times. Leaving people behind isn’t a problem. I don’t make many friends. I know we’ll be shifting a lot, so I don’t get too attached and just keep to myself most of the time.

I’m hoping for a fresh start here. No one knows me and my reputation. We shifted to this town called Sunset Hills and we have a beautiful house. Did I mention that my parents are famous writers? They write amazing fiction stories and I have read all of them. Many people have been “friends” with me just because my parents are famous but I’ve met enough people to know that I can’t trust them. Any of them.

Anyway, my first day of high school is tomorrow. I finished unpacking days ago. Mom insisted on me to go out and explore the town. I finally listened but instead of introducing myself to my neighbors, I’m sitting on a bench in an empty park, listening to music. Suddenly I hear the rustling of branches. I spin my head in the direction I heard the noise from. It’s coming from a bunch of bushes in the dark. As I open my phone’s flashlight, I hear a thud, and all of a sudden a guy falls out of the bushes. My heart jumps out of my chest as I scream. I stay rooted to the spot, frozen because of fear. The guy, in an attempt to calm me down, waves his hands around pointlessly in the air and says in a hurried voice “SHHHHH! You’re gonna get us caught!”. 

I only have a few moments to see him properly. He has luscious brown hair, dreamy brown eyes, with a hint of kindness and he’s wearing a football jersey. He probably has all the girls drooling all over him. I don’t have time to think about it much because he grabs my hand and starts running towards a dark alley. I start to run too (didn’t really have much of a choice there). When we reach the alley, he signals me to stay silent. I nod my head. I suddenly hear a loud noise that sounds like a siren. Are those police cars? Why are they coming to a small town like Sunset Hills at this hour?” I think to myself. A thousand questions flood through my head.

As I’m thinking, I notice that the police sirens have gone past us. When I check the street I can't see anything but darkness. “Looks like the power went out,” I say. When I don’t hear a reply, I turn to face the guy. He’s looking at me. I can’t quite make out his expression because it’s really dark. “What?” I ask, getting annoyed. “Uh nothing” he says. He averts his eyes as his cheeks turn pink. “ok…” I look at him, suspiciously. But I don’t get a chance to say anything else because my phone starts ringing. The realization hits my face. “Oh my god! I forgot I have to get back early for dinner!” I say. I hurriedly thank him and say bye. I hear him start saying “Wait-” before I hurry away. I don’t turn back to acknowledge him.

When I reach home, my mom scolds me saying “What are you doing out so late? Don’t you know there’s a curfew in this town?”. “You don’t bother to tell me anything” I reply, saltily. I suddenly realize the reason for cops roaming the streets. It’s the curfew! Not understanding the point of the curfew, I head upstairs to take a shower and freshen up before dinner. 

As soon as I finish eating dinner I excuse myself and go up to my bedroom. As I get ready for bed, I think about the mysterious guy again. I didn’t even bother to ask his name! How am I supposed to apologize for running out on him? “It doesn’t matter anyway. I probably humiliated myself enough,” I say to myself. I get in bed and turn off the lights. But I can’t sleep, which is one of my very annoying problems, so I listen to music. As I drift off to sleep, I get an uneasy feeling that something isn’t right. But I ignore it and go to sleep anyway.  

It is at 3 am that I suddenly wake up, sweating. I  had the weirdest dream. I was in high school filled with kids and I was going to my locker when I saw the same guy, talking to his friends. He was surrounded by many admirers, girls, and guys. He suddenly saw me, as if his eyes were a magnet drawn to mine. I quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring, and started walking to my first class. I heard his footsteps coming closer and closer, trying to catch up with me. He finally caught up and as I turned to look at him, his eyes glowed. Yes, his eyes GLOWED. 

I gasped out loud and the realization of something drew on his face and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were the same brown eyes I saw the first time. I sputtered, trying to get words out of my mouth “Y-your ey-eyes! They were glowing!”. “No it was probably just the reflection of light. It happens to me a lot,” he said, avoiding my eyes, shrugging as if nothing had happened. “I’ll see you later at lunch,” he said and then hurried away to class. This was it. This is where my dream ended. It feels so real and weird but I decide to ignore it. I wash my face with cold water and go to sleep again, thinking it is just some stupid dream. I was so very wrong.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm ringing in my ears. I shut it off and start to get dressed. As soon as I am finished getting dressed, my mom calls me. “Nikki! Come have breakfast now or you’ll be late for school!”. “Coming mom!” I reply and start to make my way downstairs. My dad offers me a ride and I happily accept. I want to go to school in my dad’s car rather than sit on the school bus alone. When I reach my new high school, my stomach lurches. It is the same high school I saw in my dream. “Something wrong kiddo?” my dad asks, frowning at me. “No dad. Everything’s fine,” I say as normally as I can. “Ok then. Have a great day at school!” my dad says as he plants a kiss on the top of my head. “Bye dad” I reply, the horrible feeling still lurking in my stomach.

As I enter the school, it feels like a weird deja vu. It’s like I’m living the dream, except it’s in real life. I start to walk but I don’t know where to go. I’m about to ask some students for directions when on instinct, I know where I’ll find my locker. I start walking straight. I don’t know what I am doing or where I’m going. It’s like my legs have a mind of their own. When I stop, I can feel the dread spreading through my body. It’s the same locker which I saw in my dream! I keep my books in it and put in a password. Then I suddenly remember what to do next and again, my head turns, on it’s own accord, in the direction where the guy is. I see him, talking to his friends. 

He is surrounded by many admirers, girls, and guys, just like in the dream. He suddenly sees me as if he’s a magnet drawn to my eyes, as I realize what’s about to happen next. My body urges me to do the same thing I did in the dream and I quickly look away and start walking to my first class. I hear his footsteps coming closer and closer, trying to catch up with me. He finally catches up and as I turn to look at him, I pray that I have just read too many fiction stories, but just like in the dream, his eyes glow. Yeah, you read that right. His eyes glow. In real life. I’m a hundred percent sure they aren’t contact lenses. 

I gasp out loud, just like I did in the dream, the realization of something draws on his face and he closes his eyes. When he opens them again, they are the same normal brown eyes I saw the first time. I sputter, trying to get words out of my mouth “Y-your ey-eyes! They were glowing!”. “No it’s just the reflection of light. It happens to me a lot,” he says, shrugging. That’s such a lame excuse and he knows it too. “I’ll see you later at lunch” he says and then hurriedly goes away to class. I stand there still, not able to move. The boy who had hurried to catch up to me was now hurrying to get away from me. What just happened? A million thoughts run through my head but I don’t have time to consider any further theories. The bell rings and I have to get to class. I just know one thing for sure. 

My dream just came true. 

[phoenixpinks]

Things Team Lazarus said during EoD starters

"When all else fails, Lex Luthor intends to kill Superman with Death." "HOLY BAT, BATMAN!" "WAIT SO WAIT WHAT???" "We're not in any danger! We're just nerds solving riddles on the internet!" "I ain't dressing up every night to find someone to punch" "I don't need to dress up every night to find someone to punch" "my son won't respond to my texts about wearing a bullet proof best, he is so grounded" "HELLO NAUGHTY CHILDREN IT'S TIME FOR FEAR" "NO FORTS. ONLY JUSTICE." "we're conventing court in the fort" "We pun to forget tears though" "Im gonna release all of these come the end of this, nothing is sacred" "he faked his death to get away from us" "but, it's all in good pun" "This is our life now" "you could have fit a meme in there" "oh god it is going to be a time thing" "yes how dare you say a meme I don't know, or whatever that is" "it only hurts if you let it hurt" "lies, I almost cried last night I will have none of your nonsense" "i am of a sensitive disposition. everything hurts" "Worse than my solving my problems with ___ and cocaine idea?" "you don't mix ANYTHING with cocaine, instant death" "Can I mix water with cocaine" "I may not have a coffee problem but I am surrouned by 5 different types of soda cans rn" "the soccer van, but for super villains" "we can alwats tie some people to the top of the car with bungee cords" "free test subject right here" "Ya'll gnna get yourselves killed" "My guy I'm lowekey terrified 24/7." "you're always screaming" "ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT" "I'M NOT SURE ABOUT ANYTHING" "you do not need to focus on that" "bye whoever’s leaving, I can't keep track of all of you" "you're attractive and love crime, I'm attractive and love crime. Let's be attractive and commit crimes together." "Dr we will never send puns again if you promise to stop getting into death traps" "I only said it was nice to see him again with the living. I may not sound it, but I'm absolutely ecstatic" "wow I mean he's probably not the best at running" "Kick him in the knees" "Hes DIED, He'll be fine" "I COME HOME TO PAIN!!!!" "fuck you ____ you suck at taking care of yourself" "Yes now shut up and sleep in a bed tonight instead of a ditch" "Being unconscious does not count as sleep" "IT'S NOT THE PUNISHMENT YOU DESERVE, BUT IT'S THE PUNISHMENT YOU NEED" 'We need justice for these puns" "Honestly anyone int he crowd might have snapped and shit him just to shut him up" "it was me guys" "you did the world a service fam" "YOU HAVE TAINTED HIM" "WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE, ____" "Nnnnnng that hurt me" "i gtg, I want to finish this report before 3 A.M" "procrastination at its finest" "get in losers we're going spooping" "Why have we formed a cult" "This was not what i expected when i first asked to join the skype group" "All groups of friends make cults at some point" "would it be irresponsible of me to send a message saying 'run bitch run'? "WHEN I TOLD HIM TO KICK ASS AND TAKE NAMES THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT" "I GO ON WARCRAFT FOR TEN FUCKING MINUTES AND IT ALL GOES TO SHIT" "I instinctively covered my ears at the gunshots but then I remembered I was wearing headphones" *does the 'I'm so smart' dance "Mother always told me I was special" "I hope we're blowing this way out of proportion but at the same time this would be a hilarious plot twist" "WHOO BOY SCREENSHOT" "He's moved from senpai to fam" "He's probably lughing in his cellar" "dial dow the thirst there my dude lmao, ily thou" "I for one always overreact" "I never overreact. WHY. ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY SOMETHING" "___ ARE YOU ON HELIUM???" "I COME BACK AND WHAT DO I FIND" "WHY CAN'T THE RIDDLES LEAD SOMEWHERE SAFE!?! LIKW I DON'T KNOW! A DUCK POND OR I DON'T KNOW!!" "because my mind went from 'do we know any duck themed villains' to that weird French duck from courage the cowardly dog" "SHE'S HATING ON MY BOI JULIUS CAESAR" "it's been 2060 years __ im" "knife to meet your boi julius caesar" "Ok i'll hit you up next year when it's 2061" "YOU CAN HIT ME UP WHEN I'M DEAD FAM" "___ has nominated me as a Fish, or a frog, I don't even know" "if im bill the lizard youre gonna be a fish w me" "MAYBE I LIKE BEING DROP KICKED" "there is so much anger on that voice that is just covered layer of 'fuck this'" "Really? Legwork? Oh, this is grand." "give me your free time im dying in work" "it's a supervillainy way though" "I'm already dating a weeb and then I come here and WHAT DO I SEE" "I'm going to smack you all" "Everyone go stand in the corner" "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS OH MY GOD" "I never had an anime phase I win" "everybody loves him but the sentiment is not reciprocated" "i will be ashamed for the rest of my life, but sure" "time to Google... aight Google isn't helping" "Tfw you kill ___, Reblog if you agree" "he looks like you should just start punching him and never stop" "when did we start being about ____'s butt" "We're allowed to be proud because it's obvious the guy is salty and not happy with our success." "I'M DISOWNING YOU ALL, EVEN HIM" "oh hey it's midnight" "you can't cheat the champion of cheating" "you cheated and I shall cheat harder" "I'd hope that I'd at least be captured by honorable idiots" "NO DUMBO RIDES. ONLY JUSTICE." "you and I are on separate wavelengths than" "OKAY STRICTLY UPDATE THEY ARE NOW PLAYING WAKE ME UP INSIDE WHATS HAPPENING" "don't meme shame me bro" "Your memes are stale, and you are stale" "lol what is romantic human interaction" "what is human interaction" "what is interaction" "What is human" "this is the worst thing I have ever created and I will burn for this" "I look at him directly and said fuck you" "I gotta go eat dinner y'all are fucking insane" "I WILL RUN EXPERIMENTS IN THE BASEMENT WHO'S WITH ME??" "Do you have any redeeming qualities" "c'mon skype lemme transer sewing via you...." "are you kidding, this is better than all the tv shows I'm behind on" "MURDER ROADTRIP" "Rosaceae are refuscent, Violas are cerulean, Cane crystals are saccharine, homogeneous to you" "WE ARE THE BEST GROUPIES" "shes not even here, she chickened out of the fight" "Tfw your brain is memes" "Twf yer also an adult" "Yup. Exactly Sad O'Clock" "So sad o'clock is midnight o fifty, got it"

[sea-xelle]

Free pass to ramble about anything you want!

[No expiration date for ticket]

[Encouraged to be pass around ]

oh pog?? thank you so much anon omg

i don't usually gush here bc it's embarrassing ➰〰️➰ but i can't help it bfbgjgj. besides, i including my mutuals have exposed my lovestruck ass some time ago. even my profile picture itself says so.

i found some new content of jose and JDNFJFNDKF i can't stop smiling. free serotonin for me. 🥴 he's so handsome like omg,, how does he do that. he's criminally underappreciated in the fandom and smts i get sad thinking about how often he gets ignored. ;; but he has me, so yay. i wouldn't call myself a simp bc i'm more than that. :v

ok well, i don't wanna ramble about jose too much, so let's proceed to the next topic i guess bfjfbgb. even tho i identify as boyflux, i actually still enjoy wearing dresses or any clothing that leans more to femininity. i just feel cute in it, y'know? fuck your stereotypes, clothes have no gender, bitch. ❤️

hmm, what else. i've been editing [videos] for a year now. dunno if i made any improvement but it's been a long journey lol. i still procrastinate on 'em, but yeah. :/

ooh, wait, have i talked about miles morales? he's one of my comfort characters. :') into the spider-verse is one of my fav movies and i could watch it over and over again. the fact that he can also do sign language in his new recent game makes me so happy. i've been meaning to learn sign language for a while now but i never knew how. so yeah. also a black person representing a famous super hero? yes pls.

holy fuck okay i- my friend just sent me smth and now i am very flustered. ❤️ i'm gonna combust so this marks the end of the post GOOD FUCKING BYE-

[mmemiraculous]

Berry Boys Chapter 3

First Gig

Tags: @shadowberrybinch

“Crap, I’ve got to get my fountain pen.” Marc got up to retrieve his pen from his room. “Do you want a snack?” He asked the bluenette on the couch.

“I’m ok.” She replied.

Marinette was at Marc’s house this Saturday. They were watching movies, and chatting. Marc had called her over when he felt way to bored home alone. He’d gone to his room to get his fountain pen because Marinette had said she wanted to make a cheesy love poem for her girlfriend. Marc chose to use the fountain pen because it made the words look fancy.

“Hey Marc, who’s ‘Blueberry Guitarist’?” Marinette asked from the living room

Marc’s eyes widened as he ran back to the couch, pen in hand. “D-don’t worry about it.” Marc snatched his phone out of Marinette’s hands.

“Wait— is it Luka? Did you text him?” Marinette’s eyes lit up.

“I-I maybe- don’t worry about it, I said.” Marc stuttered, his face was flushed in embarrassment. It was Luka texting him, but he wanted to tell her himself to avoid embarrassment.

“I’m sorry for teasing.” She apologized.

“No, no your fine.” Marc assured her, “and yes it is him.” He said quietly.

“What did he say?”

Blueberry Guitarist: Hey!

I got a small gig at a coffee shop

Tomorrow a friend of mine is

Going to sing while I play

You can come if you

want to.

We can also hang out later too

“He asked me to hang out.” Marc said sinking into the couch cushions.

Bluenette squealed and clapped her hands. “It’s totally a date!”

“I-It’s not a date!” Marc stuttered. “He just said hanging out. I don’t think it could be any clearer.”

“Ok, ok whatever you say.” She put her hands.

Marc put his phone down and put his focus back on the movie..

“Blackberry?”

“Yea?” Marc faced her.

“Are you gonna answer?” She chuckled softly.

“OH, Right!”

Whipping his phone out he sent the reply quick

You: yeah, sure!

I can hangout after as well

The reply back was immediate:

Blueberry Guitarist: Great! Hears the

[address] I’ll see you there!

Tomorrow was going to be a great day, Marc thought as he sank back into the couch.

“What about the poem?” Marinette reminded.

“Oh yeah,” he took his pen and a blank sheet of paper off of the coffee table. “How do you want to start this?”

“What about, “your cinnamon brown eyes give me strength to get through the day.””

Marc sighed, this is going to be a long day.

After 2 bowls of popcorn, 2 movies, and 1 very, very, cheesy love poem later, Marinette went home. 30 minutes after her leave, Marc’s mom was back home.

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” She asked when she walked into the apartment. She hung up her coat and put her keys on the hook next to it.

“It was fine. Mari came over and we watched movies.” The next part rushed out of his mouth: “someonealsoaskedmetohangoutwiththemialreadysaidyesbutanIgo?“

His mom stared dumbfounded. “First of all, how can that many words come out of your mouth so fast? Second, what did you say?”

Marc sighed, he’d been doing a lot of that today. “I said, someone also asked me to hang out with them i already said yes but can I go?” The writer explained slower.

“Oh really?” She smirked.

“It’s just hanging out!”

“Go ahead sweetheart. You already said yes anyways.” The writer’s mom said with a smile on her face.

Yes! Tomorrow plans are confirmed. He felt that his mom would say yes regardless, as long as they weren’t doing anything together tomorrow. Daniella Anciel was just like that. Always bringing joy to anyone around, doing anything and everything for her family.

“So, What do you want for dinner?” She said when she made her way to the kitchen.

___________

Sunday morning, Marc’s anxiety level felt like it went through the roof. Today was the day he’d go out with Luka. No. It’s not a date. They’re just hanging out after Luka’s gig.

The guitarist told him that he’d they would start at 3:00pm. So Marc decided to get there at 2. Just Incase of course.

“Be safe! Make sure to lock the door when you leave and call me if anything is wrong.” His mom told him on her way out the door. “I love you!” She waved as she closed the door, he waved back and locked the door.

4 hours until he had to leave, how should he pass the time? He could write, Marc still didn’t have an exact idea for his short story. The deadline was in one month, so he couldn’t procrastinate for too long. It wasn’t that he had nothing to write. It was that he had way to many options. Maybe this is how Nathaniel felt when he let him go. But could Marc having all of these really stressed Nath out that much that he really had to let him go?

Anyways, he’s got to stop thinking about that. It always drives him down a spiral when that topic gets in his head. For now he can just write. So Marc decided to expand on one of the many prompts he had.

___________

4 hours. He has been writing for 4 and a half hours. HOW?! Marc had told himself that he’d be out of the apartment by 2. It’s 2:32.

Grabbing his keys and journal, Marc raced out of the apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door on his way out. With how fast he was running Marc was surprised that he didn’t get hit by a car.

At last he finally got to the cafe. He opened the door and a few things caught his eye; Luka had an acoustic guitar instead of the one he saw him with the first time he met him, Marinette and Kagami were sitting at a table, and the clock said 2:45. He ran for 13 minutes? Marc made his way to his friends.

“Why are you sweaty?” Kagami asked. “Did you run all the way over here.”

“M-maybe” Marc stuttered. Is it that obvious? He was still out of breath, maybe it was that obvious. “What are you two doing here?”

“We wanted to be here for Luka’s first solo gig.”

“Oh, ok.” Marc just thought it would just be him and Luka after he played.

Marc went up to the counter and ordered tea. 15 minutes later Luka and a girl he didn’t know went up to the small area that had a microphones, two speakers, and two stools.

The girl had brown skin and short curly black hair. She wore a purple leather jacket with a jagged stone crop top and blue high waisted Jeans. Frick she’s pretty.

“Hello everyone, my name is Angeline Johnson,” the girl introduced herself, then gestured to the guitarist. “And this is Luka Couffain, we’ll be playing a song named’’ fire drill.”

Luka started playing a few notes, and then Angeline started singing. Her voice was really nice, but that’s not what Marc was focusing on Luka. He looked in his element, so calm and content, and he was really good at playing. Luka made the entire vibe of the cafe so calm. A big surprise of the entire thing was when Luka started singing the second verse. Marc didn’t know if he could be more impressed than he already was, Luka was just that skilled apparently. What really tied the rest of the song together was when Luka and Angeline sang the break together. They sounded like their voices were made for each other.

At the end of the end of the song the entire cafe gave a big applause and the two singers said there thanks. They hugged each other and went their separate ways.

Luka picked up his guitar and walked over to the three. “Hey guys. Thanks for coming.”

“No problem, we wouldn’t want to miss this.” Marinette said.

Luka turned to the writer. “Hey Marc.” He smiled at him. God damn, he can’t let him move on from his other crush huh?

“Hey,” Marc said back. “You were really good. So was Angeline of course. But um, I didn’t know you were going to sing as well.”

“It was Angeline’s idea.”

“Well, it was a good idea.” What came out of Marinette’s mouth next was unnecessary. “So, are you and Angeline seeing each other or…?” Marc almost choked on his tea.

“What? No!” Luka shook his head fast. “Of course not! Angeline’s with someone and I don’t see her in that way.” That relieved Marc. Should that relieve him? Is he be allowed to be relieved by that. “Anyways can we please change the topic now?”

“Sure.”

“So what are you guys doing next week?” Kagami asked, the question aimed at Marc and Luka. Both explained that they didn’t have much going on besides school work.

“You should join us on our group hangout at the ice rink. It will be us two with Alya and Nino on Friday.”

“I’m free.” Said Luka.

“I’d have to ask my mom first, but I’m probably free.”

“Great we’ll see you two there.” They started packing up their stuff. Both said their goodbyes to the boys and took their leave.

“Thanks for coming again.”

“I-I’m glad I’m here. You two were really good.” Marc smiled.

“Thank you, really. So Mari told me that you’re entering a contest?” With that question Marc launched into conversation, not stuttering like he has been when he talked with Luka, talking about writing did that to him. It was also sweet with how Luka was apparently interested with what he was talking about.

After he finished rambling about himself he decided to ask about Luka. He told Marc about himself. Told him about from him living on a boat to his dreams about playing music for big crowds. Frick. Luka is really cool. It’s only been two weeks since he’s gotten over Nathaniel, should he really be liking someone already?

After their conversation, at 4 o’clock, Marc had to leave unfortunately. “I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah”

Both stood not knowing what to do next. So they both went for a hug instead, which surprised them both that they had the idea at the same time.

“So, um, bye.” Marc said, with a shy wave.

“See you.” Luka smiled.

Marc left the cafe feeling really good about Friday.

[a-very-fond-farewell]

The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 24/?

Role-reversed!AU (Song[Xiao]Xue): “Love at First Sight”

[villain!SL/investigator!XY]

[title is from a Kylie Minogue’ song and from nowhere else fight me]

[so. me is embarrassed to say this but. the idea comes from an Italian movie of the late 90’s.]

[which is to say that: (1) Italian comedies are rarely my thing bc they are (pardon my French, I don’t feel like switch to Italian rn) problematique most of the times; (2) it’s been 10 or so years since I last saw this particular movie and even if at the time I liked it I was probably sixteen at the time so... not the best judge also my memory is shit for actual plot points; (3) internalized homophobia runs in the Italian film industry; (4) it deals with criminal gangs and, even if the movie makes fun of them, it is still a sore topic in my country so... I’m not gonna go in detail for this ficlet. it is, in fact, just a prompt; (5) also there is a cop character and... well, I changed it into a private investigator bc fuck it; (6) ignore me, I’m emotional tonight.]

*

Married off. Him. To a lovely girl, for sure, but with a penchant for pickpocketing and letting her mouth run at the most inconvenient of times. The wedding is in six months. Song Lan has to laugh at that.

But Mother has been almost too complacent with him for the longest time, allowing him to play his games and get it on with too many women for him to care to keep track of. He may or may not have disrespected some of them and their powerful families in the past for being a serial womanizer. There’s a logic behind it, of course, but since his eye surgery he cannot seem to remember what that could have possibly been at the time.

The worst of all being that he doesn’t remember why he ever found women attractive in the first place. People of the Baixue Clan tried to cheer him up to no avail for months. They took him to brothels, called in his favorite rent-girls, tipped them extra, brought him out of town on vacation to distract him, but... nothing.

He feels like crying sometimes. He’s done. Broken. Nobody will ever take him seriously anymore now that he’s nothing but his mommy’s boy. Forget for a minute that his mother is keeping the entire Yi City in check by enforcing her law on other clans. Let alone that her word has ruled over rascals and rogue hotheads for decades just by letting them hear her name. BaoShan Sanren would have not forgiven him for turning down the daughter of a competing family, that’s for sure.

Sometimes Song Lan looks down at himself, dressed in ridiculously flashy buttondowns open at the collar, with black jackets and fitting trousers, embezzled shoes on his long feet... and he wants to shriek. He hates everything about himself and he doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t recognize himself anymore, almost as if his mind had changed about everything he believed to know.

At least he can see again. That should be enough, right?

*

It should have seen it fucking coming, Xue Yang knows this much.

A bullet to the heart would have hurt him less, but it’s been a year since his husband’s death and he’s done. He’s fucking done. Throwing himself away like that, recklessly accepting new cases one after the other just because. He’s got nothing to come home for anyway.

But as he disinfects the slash of a dagger on his shoulder, he wonders if there’s more to life than this. A dirty bathroom where he and his husband used to shave in the morning together before work. A stuffy apartment filled with unwanted memories. Mold on the ceiling, laughter rising to the sky every night before Xiao XingChen died. Before everything else left with him.

Xue Yang flinches when the alcohol stings badly on the cut and he chugs some vodka down for good measure as he prepares to stitch the gaping wound back together. The flame scorches the needle until it becomes almost white and he wonders, not for the first time, how it would feel to just... stop. He cried so much he doesn’t have tears left anymore.

The last time he saw his husband’s beautiful face it was at the morgue, where a dispassionate woman in white had asked him to confirm his identity. She asked him if he had formally agreed to put his husband’s name on the list of organ donors. He refused in the beginning... and then thought about it. About what his righteous husband would have wanted him to do.

Letting go of him –of any part of him, really– so soon tore him apart.

Since there was nothing left of Xiao XingChen, it was just right for not a single thing of Xue Yang to be left in his wake as well.

Well, aside from the pain. But that was to be expected after all.

He had never deserved anything but pain in his life.

Fuck that. Fuck that shit.

*

Mother asked him to look for a mole in the group, but he found a mere nobody snooping around in their area instead. Searching for what, he doesn’t know. But, as he crowds the other man in a dark alley behind the secret entry of their club, Song Lan cannot help himself from staring.

The laundromat from where their regular patrons usually enter to play is open 24/7, the flickering light coming from its open door casting just... the loveliest shadows on the younger man’s face. He’s shorter, much shorter than him. Possibly in his early thirties. Dressed nicely with a gun pointed at Song Lan... but he doesn’t care.

It’s almost as if something has fallen back in its original place and Song Lan is filled with elation. He has never felt more relieved or happy in his life. It feels like a second chance at life, an opportunity he doesn’t want to let slide through his fingers this time around.

He grasps the other man’s hand holding the gun and directs it upwards in a swift move. A bullet cuts through the air as he pushes the shorter man up to the laundromat window, neon lights dancing on Song Lan’s face. Soon people from the club will rush to his aid, knowing full well that he’s out looking for a snitch. He doesn’t have time, so he takes a good look at the person at his mercy.

He knows him.

And he falls in love, immediately.

*

The shot still rings in his ear, the gun burning in his outstretched hand, now caught in a vicious grasp. Xue Yang flinches as he looks up and gets ready to defend himself. He was just following a useless son of a bitch lying to his wife about not playing cards and losing all of their money. He would have never thought it would turn so bad so soon. Usually he gets away quickly enough, running for his life as usual...

...but this is different.

His gaze meets Xiao XingChen’s eyes and he freezes on the spot. He would recognize them anywhere, the same glassy quality to them, the same softness around them. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Because the one in front of him looks nothing like his husband.

And yet he knows him.

He knows what it feels to be looked with fondness and longing by one Xiao XingChen.

Fuck, he missed that.

He missed that so much.

*

[additional nonsense under the cut, bc. I am me]

[the original movie is a comedy, but I saw this post while I was writing the prompt and now it’s a fucking urban-noir kind of deal baby!]

[am I procrastinating another ficlet (slowly turning into a 20k monster bc I’m stupid) by writing this prompt instead? no. what are you talking about?]

[i wanted SL to have a family, but I had no idea what the people at the Temple would have looked like or acted around him, so I imagined BaoShan Sanren hoarding children as she goes (which is canon anyway) but she’s a villain in this bc I’m an asshole.]

[SL is the only one of her children to have an actual father, hence he’s the only one with a last name different from Sanren (which I know is a title but let. me. live. *kissy face* :* :* :* many thanks.]

[I offer Lan QiRen as a tribute for fatherhood, even if I know SL’s surname is written like “mist”, while the Lan Sect is named after the character for “blue”. but let me dream.]

[also I just like the idea of SL’s auntie or big sister being WWX’s mother for no other reason that this is a silly prompt and I need to fill these additional notes with something vaguely resembling a plot.]

[if you want another role-reversed!au check this other (wangxian) prompt of mine. then check all the others and have fun.]

[in the movie there was a scene where the widower runs on a horse to save the man he (begrudgingly) has come to care about from his wedding.]

[for the majority if not the entirety of the movie the widower sees something of his dead wife in the criminal (who received the wife’s eyes through transplant) and denies any attraction to him until the end... even if he runs away with him.]

[the criminal has changed since the transplant and became somewhat a decent person. in the end he runs away with the widower.]

[I wanted actual romance, not plausible deniability, thanks. hence this stupid prompt someone might like, maybe.]

[if you write something based on this prompt (the most angsty or hurt/comfort-y the better, but also fluff or *coughs*smut*coughs* is good) send me an ask. I want to read it! :D]

ok now I go back to my 20k-and-counting monster fic. bye!!

[strawberry-lemonade]

here is a WIP that i will never finish

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"Excuse me, but I happen to think Mávri gáta is hilarious. Those puns are spot on."

Aria opened her mouth and paused, before closing it again.

"Zào Fortuna has got spots right?."

"Wait were you trying to aim a pun at her, but then forgot if she had spots?

"Uh, maybe..."

"Dude, you're an idiot in every sense of the word."

Aria hung her head.

"...I know."

"That's nice."

Aria threw a pillow at her before exploding in a fit of giggles.

"Mooncaaaake! You're supposed to give me a hug and say sorry!"

Marinette sighed and blew her nails before turning to look at Aria.

"We both know how that goes down."

Aria sighed and stood up.

"Have you heard from Adrien in the past few days?"

"You know what? I haven't."

"Last time I talked to him, he told me he got a boyfriend."

"He did? Why didn't I know about that?"

"Babe, weren't you on the other line?"

"Uh... I think I fell asleep."

"Wow. You really need to stop staying up all night on commissions."

"Speaking of, any news about that stuff?"

"Well, from what I've heard, my little sister from another mister is traveling to Gotham because her fashion business has taken off. 'The mysterious designer MDC has bypassed Gabriel Agreste in the polls!' 

"Well, what you heard is true-'

"I also heard that you get to stay in Wayne Manor and bring a friend. Maybe Sabine?"

"What? And risk her finding out that I parade around the city in spots every night? No thanks."

"Hm. Chloe?"

"The invitation would be wasted. She's already going to Gotham with her mom."

"What about Alya?"

"Since 2 heroes will be out of commission, Rena is going to be needed here."

"I don't know."

Aria collapsed on the bed with a groan before sitting up and smirking.

"Lila."

"Okay. Your guessing privileges have been revoked."

"Noooooo! How else will I find out who you're going to take?!"

"By asking. Like a normal person."

"How dare you assume that I'm normal."

"Now I'm beginning to wonder if I should actually tell you."

"Okay, okay! I'll shut up! Just please tell me who, so I don't have to stay up till 3, guessing."

"I wanted to ask you."

"Uh, I will give you an entire list of reasons why I shouldn't come. Plus, I don't really think they'd let me bring the cat."

"I'm asking right now, and if they say no, then I'll politely decline the invitation."

"I don't want you to miss out-"

"They replied!"

"What? Let me see!"

Aria scrambled off the chaise and scurried over to Marinette, tripping in the process. 

"Wait! Let me get up!"

Aria jumped up and stumbled into the desk.

Marinette clicked the email and recited it aloud.

"Dear MDC, your friend's cat will be allowed. If you need to arrange anything to bring your cat on the plane, please do not hesitate to ask.

 Aria squealed and hugged Marinette.

"Ok. If we can start packing now, I'll come with you." 

"Why do we have to pack now? The trip isn't until Saturday and it's only Wednesday! Can't we just enjoy the first sleepover we've had in a month?"

"Babe, please? I hate procrastinating."

"What are you talking about? You love procrastinating!"

"I don't love it, It just happens to be my default."

"Same difference!"

"Um, no, not the same difference."

"Nyah."

-------

"Dante. I am begging you. Don't turn off the computer yet."

"Aria. it's almost 1 A.M and we both have class tomorrow."

"I knoooow! But I put my fucking heart into this, and if you turn it off right now, it will delete and I have no way of saving it."

"Aria. Go to bed now."

"Nooooo! I have to finish it!"

"Fine. But as soon as the clock gets to 1. I'm turning everything off. Just because you're my favorite doesn't mean I'll let you get away with anything."

"Boi! I let you get away with so many things! Can I not just stay up for another hour to finish a damn design?!"

"Aria?"

"Hi, Minette."

"Are you gonna stay up again while binge-ing on coffee?"

"Maybe..."

"Marinette. Please tell my idiot sister that she needs sleep too."

"Aria-"

"Noooo! My favorites are teaming up to defeat me!"

"Aria. Go. To. Bed."

"No!"

Aria jumped up, seized the computer, shot into the bathroom.

"Ha! Now you can't stop me from finishing this!"

"Okay. I give up. Marinette, she's yours now."

Dante slowly backed out of the kitchen with his arms raised.

"Aria. Come out. Please. It's not a sleepover if it's only one person. Plus I need someone to binge-watch movies with!"

"...What kind of movies?"

"Um, MIB International, Charlie's Angels, Hanna, Atomic Blonde, La Femme Nikita-"

"I'm in. Just give me a second."

The sound of shuffling around could be heard in the unusually silent house. The bathroom door opened to show a dark room a few seconds later, and Aria emerged holding a closed laptop.

"I thought it wasn't going to save?"

"Yeah uh, I lied. I just wanted to keep working."

"Geez. I bet you'll be the only person in Gotham like this."

"Well, I do try to be unique!"

"Okay, we need to finish packing."

"But what about the movies?!"

"We'll watch them while we pack."

"Yay!"

-------

Five movies and two panic attacks later:

"Mooncake! Do you know where my-"

"Beanie? Downstairs in the tardis."

"Oh my gosh, thank you! I need to take a shower, are you almost finished packing?"

"Yeah, two more outfits and I'll be done."

"Kay. My phone is charging next to the window, the password is 314159, the flashy purple app turns on the TV."

With that, Aria walked out of the room and shut the door. Not even 2 minutes later, the sound of running water could be heard, along with the song 'Consideration' blasting through the house. Marinette shook her head and laughed.

"Geez Ari. Too loud."

Marinette folded the last outfit and placed it in her suitcase. Walking over to the window, she was attacked by Aria’s cat.

“Ack! Get off!”

Marinette started to try and shake the cat off and Kiro released her leg. She jumped onto the bed and yanked her legs up to avoid any further scratches. The door slammed open to reveal a soaking wet Aria in a towel. She still had soap bubbles in her hair and it had stuck to her face while she was running.

“I heard a screech! Is everything okay?”

Marinette stared for a second longer before laughing so hard she fell off the bed.

“OH MY GOSH! Did you just- holy crap! The cat just jumped on me!”

“...are you freaking kidding me? I literally jumped out of the shower to see what in the world was going on. I thought you were being abducted.”

“I’m so sorry! I just-” Marinette collapsed into another fit of giggles.

“Okay, since you’re obviously fine, I’m gonna go finish my shower. Next time, don’t screech unless it’s an emergency. Now my clothes are wet because of my idiocy. Goodbye, Little Missy Macaron.”

Aria walked out of the room, leaving Marinette to try and clean up the water mess. She just threw a towel over the puddle.

Aria walked into the bathroom while shaking her head slowly. She picked up her phone and pressed shuffle on her playlist. Once again, a song started blasting through the house.

————

Marinette grabbed Aria’s phone and unlocked it. She pressed the purple icon that Aria had told her about and clicked the red power button at the top. Nothing happened.

Right. The TV is downstairs.

Marinette sighed and checked under the bed before leaving the safety of the mattress. She picked up her two suitcases and took them downstairs. 5 minutes later, the sound of gunshots and suspenseful music coming from the living room rivaled the pop music coming from the upstairs bathroom.

—————-

Dante, Evita, and Armando came home to three girls shouting and running around, with another standing off to the side and filming. Chloe and Alya had come over to help after Aria had gotten out of the shower. Though it quickly turned into Chloe chasing Aria around and trying to get her to put on some clothes that weren’t covered in paint, and Alya filming Marinette freaking out about losing her deodorant.

“Dante! I stole your Pikachu boxers because they were in my drawers!” Aria ran past him, a disgruntled Chloe in hot pursuit.

“Why do I care?”

“Just thought you should know in case you start looking for them while I’m gone!”

“Speaking of being gone, shouldn’t you guys get going? Your flight leaves in 4 hours.”

“Crap! Evita! Do you have work soon? Can you drive us to the airport?”

“Can’t you guys just bike?”

Aria stopped and stared at Evita incredulously. Chloe didn't slow down quick enough and slammed both girls into the ground.

“Okay, we have like, 4 bags each, and the airport is like 45 miles away. ”

“Okay. I’ll take you, but I do have to work soon so we have to go now.”

“Okay. Akiv! Stop! Do you have your bags?”

“Yes, Ari.”

“Mooncake! Are you ready?”

“I NEED DEODORANT.”

“We can get some at the airport.”

“GAH! Okay, fine. Let’s go.”

The three girls ran to give Alya a hug before they left.

“Bye Als! Love you!”

“Adios, Vixen! Te Quiero!”

“Salut Alya!”

——————-

ONE EXCRUCIATINGLY LONG CAR RIDE LATER:,

Marinette, Aria, and Chloe stepped out of the Envoy and took their bags out of the trunk.

“Zai Jian, Evita! Wǒ ài nǐ!”

“Adios Mija! Te Quiero mucho!”

Aria gave Evita a hug before slinging her book bag and purse over her shoulder and pulling her suitcase over to the entrance. The girls watched the car drive off before turning and walking into the airport.

“Ay Dios Mio…”

“What?”

“Look at the lines!” Aria gestured over to about fifty people standing in front of a counter.

“Oh, mon Dieu.” 

“Um, no. Look at your tickets. We have first-class. Which is the line over there.” Chloe pointed over to a short line with only a few people.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Marinette sighed as she scanned over her plane ticket.

“Wait, really?” Aria scrambled for the small slip of paper in her wallet, accidentally dropping it.

A young male, probably around 15, picked it up. He smiled and held it out to her.

“Here you go, m’lady”

“Thanks, bro,” Aria grunted.

The boy froze for only a second, but it was long enough for her to pluck the leather contraption out of his hand and walk away with the other girls. When they were out of earshot, they all burst out laughing.

“Oh my gosh! Did you see his face when you called him ‘bro’?!”

“That was hilarious,” Aria wiped tears from her eyes.

“Welp, now we know how she keeps guys away.” 

“Who knew it was so simple?”

“No. It’s simple for me. I am the Goddess of repellent. You two are mere mortals.”

“She’s right! Oh, Great One! We are unworthy of your presence, but we beg to learn your ways!” Marinette got down on one knee, with one hand over her heart and the other being held out to Aria.

“Oh, get up Mooncake. They’re looking at us crazy again.” Chloe pulled the smaller girl onto her feet and ruffled her hair.

Marinette giggled, then bowed and took Aria’s hand. 

“I am forever indebted to you for teaching me.��� She kissed the brunette’s hand before standing up straight again.

“Mooncake, I love you, but that was the weirdest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Thanks, Abelle.”

“No problem babe.”

Aria rolled her eyes. 

“Next!”

The girls looked up to see it was their turn in line.

“Please place your bags in the designated area.” The lady behind the desk gestured to a wire container.

Marinette looked to the side and placed her suitcase into the basket. The other girls quickly followed suit.

“Names?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Aria Couture.”

“Chloe Bourgeois.”

The lady typed their names into the computer before waving them away. Marinette saw the dull look in her eyes and pulled out 3 macarons before whispering something and smiling.

“Excuse me, Madame? Here are a few macarons. I hope you have a nice day!” 

Marinette picked up her bags and walked away with her friends. She didn’t miss the small smile that appeared on the woman’s face.

“So, what’d you do to the cookies?”

“Let’s just say the rest of her week will be much better.”

“Minette, I have absolutely no idea what you're implying, and at this point, I'm too scared to ask.”

————

“This is why I hate flying. I’m already exhausted and we haven’t even been at the airport for 2 hours.” Marinette groaned.

“We’re done with all the security stuff, and our suitcases are already boarding the plane, which basically means we can currently do whatever we want. And don’t you still need deodorant?”

“Ugh. You’re right. Let’s go.”

Aria grinned and walked towards a sandwich restaurant.

“Aria, where are you going? The toiletries place is over there.” Marinette pointed to a little kiosk next to the bathrooms.

“Come on. You didn’t really think we would get deodorant before we got food, did you?”

“...I am kind of hungry…”

“Let’s go then!”

Aria grabbed Marinette’s right hand and Chloe’s left hand and yanked them over to the restaurant.

——————

“Flight Number 763, First class, Now boarding.”

Aria jolted awake at the sound of the announcement. She looked over at Chloe and Marinette sleeping peacefully and contemplated waking them up. She'd rather not lose an eye, or two.

Chloe woke up as the brunette picked up a small pink bookbag.

“Good morning Chlo,” Aria yawned.

“...hi Ari.”

Grabbing all of their backpacks, she took the tickets and passports out and walked over to the admittance booth.

“Tickets please."

“Here,” Aria handed him all three tickets and passports.

 Aria looked up at the man in the booth.

“Can we go in or do you need sleeping beauty over here to confirm something,” Aria pointed at Marinette.

“Um. You can go in…”

“Thanks, have a nice day!”

The girls walked to the plane and found their seats quickly. Chloe helped Aria set Marinette down and put the carry-on bags in the capsules above them. Both girls fell back asleep about 10 minutes after they buckled up.

——————

GOTHAM:

[dakcake]

Secrets chapter 1

*Why not put this up on this website too? I also have no idea how to use tumblr.*

The mindspace: a vast and open world inside every person on this planet’s head. Whatever a person wanted existed there. But inside Thomas Sander’s mindspace, an argument stirred.

“Well, I don’t know, why don’t you just snap your fingers and make a new one?” Logan snarled at Roman.

“Because I wanted THAT one!” Roman exclaimed, throwing a knife onto the ground. “It was practically perfect in every way!”

The knife bounced against the floor and stuck in the wall next to Virgil’s head. A feeling of dread set deep into his stomach. Virgil looked over at Patton, who was trying to diffuse the situation before anything got out of hand.

“Come on kiddos! It was just a sandwich! Roman, if you’d like, I’ll make you a ne--”

“No! This is the last straw pocket protector! I want you to apologize right now!” Roman crossed his arms, like a little kid throwing a fit.

“I have nothing to apologize for. You are simply being illogical. That sandwich was just the same as the others you made. Therefore you should not be this upset over me eating it to provide substance to my form.” Logan turned to leave, but Roman wasn’t done with him yet.

“Well, the sandwiches might have been the same, but the one you ate was mine!”

“Please you two, can you just stop figh--”

“I’ll stop when he stops Patton!” Roman screamed, his eyes flashing gold.

Virgil felt his chest tighten. He should have left when this argument started, but now it was too late. He stumbled up against the wall, his shoulder blade hitting where the knife was. He hardly noticed it though as his pulse skyrocketed.

“Well, I’ll never stop. It’s feelings like these that cause Thomas to procrastinate, like him trying to make the “perfect sandwich” or whatever. Roman, you need to get a hold of yourself.” Logan excl--

The darkness was closing around Virgil’s chest, and his breathing was coming out in short, shallow gasps. His mind was retreating into a place where everything was horri--

“Logan, Roman, stop fighting!” Patton exclaimed desperately. Thomas was supposed to be on an interview live stream today, and he needed to be in a good headspace for it. “Please, do it for Thomas if you can’t do it for me!”

Logan nodded, but Roman kept going on, headstrong as ever. “Oh, well I apparently don’t do anything for Thomas since neither of you want me on the stream today!”

Yelling. Screaming. Fears. They swirled around in Virgil’s mind as he was hit over and over again with hurtful words launched out of a canon at hi--

“No. That’s not- that’s not it. Please, Roman--” Patton choked on his tears.

“Well, now look at that Roman, you’ve made Patton upset. This is exactly why we didn’t want you on the stream. You’re too pushy, always wanting to be the center of attention!” Logan adjusted his glasses. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a stream to prepare for.”

Roman looked defeated, though his eyes still raged. “Fine. You have defeated me for now, but not forever. We’re not done he--”

The lights flickered out. Patton’s crying got louder and more frantic. Roman jumped about three feet in the air. Logan shuddered.

Then the voices started swirling. “You’ll never be good enough. They don’t really want you on their show. You’re a loser. Just quit. Loser. Monster.” All the sides could hear them, and it was terrifying.

“Virgil?!” Patton yelled, his tears still streaming down his face. “Where are you?”

The voices got louder and louder until suddenly, everything stopped. The lights came back on, the voices ceased. The three sides looked at each other in confusion. That had never happened before.

“Well, um, that was… something.” Roman’s eyes had returned to brown, and his sword was drawn.

“Oh my. Roman and mine’s argument must have set Virgil off on a panic attack.” Logan looked around, concerned. Pictures and chachkies had been thrown from their places, and the floor was an absolute wreck.

Tears were flooding from Patton’s eyes. “If I only had looked over at him, if only I had thought about him for a second.”

“Shush Patton, it’s not your fault. It’s Logan’s, and erm, mine.” Roman hugged Patton, stroking his hair.

“Um, but where is Virgil?” Logan asked, looking around. He had been aware of where Virgil was standing before the lights went out, but he was no longer there.

“He might have made it back to his room.” Patton wiped his face on his cat hood. “I’ll go check on him.”

“Be careful Pat.” Roman said, a concerned look on his face, though it wasn’t necessarily for Patton. Virgil had never had an outburst like this, and that worried him slightly.

Patton tapped on Virgil’s door. “Honey? Son? Kiddo? Are you ok?”

The darkness still surrounded him still. Somehow, in the middle of his panic attack, Virgil had made it back to his room. The words were quieter now, but still as hurtful. He heard a knock on the door. It was Patton.

“Just g-go away.” Virgil felt hot tears streaming down his face. “I’m fine!”

“Virgil, no you’re not.” Patton nudged the door open. The lights were completely off. He reached for the light switch.

“Keep them off. Please?” Virgil was crunched up in his bed with a blanket wrapped around him, hoping Patton didn’t see anything.

“Alright kiddo. But seriously, what happened in the main room? Everything went dark and scream-y.” Patton wanted to step into Virgil’s room, but he wanted to keep a clear head before the live stream.

“Oh?” Virgil gasped. “Um, I don’t know. I guess you three were to wrapped up in arguing, and I took over. Sorry.”

“It’s fine sweetie, but Logan and I have to head up to the forefront to help Thomas out on the interview. Just, stay safe, ok?” Patton smiled sadly at Virgil. “If you need, go hang out with Roman. I think you two will get along nicely.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, and the voices stopped. Though his heart was still beating fast. “Yeah, sure. Bye Patton.”

“Bye Kiddo.” Patton closed the door.

Virgil rolled out of bed, his blanket still on him just in case Patton decided to poke his head in again. He clapped his hands and the lights turned on. Virgil walked over and locked the door. He let the blanket slip off him. A few feathers floated to the ground below him, and he looked into his mirror. Virgil’s eye shadow ran down his face, and his hair was a wreck. Dark shadows ran through his eyes, swirling around in his irises.

And his wings? Well they were a wreck.

His feathers were pulled and ruffled, and a large gash ran down the back of one his wings. He had retreated into fetal position during the attack, and it showed. The white on his inner wings had black stains on them, and the brown, black and purple on his back were mostly flipped upside down. It hurt. He reached around to smooth them.

Bang! Virgil jumped a foot in the air when someone banged on his door. He felt himself retrach his wings close to his back. He grabbed his blanket again.

“Virgil?” It was Roman. “Hot Topic, I’m gonna go take a shower, so, um, don’t touch the sandwich in the fridge. If you do, I’ll kill you.”

“Yep, no problem Princey.” Virgil replied. ‘He thinks you’re hot.’

“Seriously, don’t touch it.” Roman stormed away.

“Fine! Seriously! I won’t touch your sandwich!” Virgil exclaimed. He heard the door to Roman’s room close.

‘Now’s your shot. You know he’ll be in there for quite some time.’

“Now? But, I’m a wreck.”

‘Think of how much of a wreck you’ll be if the other sides find out about your wings. You know you need those ingredients from the dreamscape. And without Roman guarding it, and the other sides being gone, it will be a piece of cake!’

“Fine, I’ll go, but not because you told me too.” Virgil muttered to the voice in his head. He took a drink out of a bottle sitting on his mirror stand. Pain engulfed his body to the point where another tear rolled down his face. But it was worth it. He looked in the mirror, his wings were gone. He could still feel them, they just weren’t attached to his body at the moment.

Virgil reached for a backpack and set off to Roman’s room.

[sebfiction]

Hey Doc!

(Hey guys just a little an! First of all thanks for 1k! I really never thought this would get any followers, so that’s cool, lol. AND two chapters in a row! You know your girls hardcore procrastinating, whoops. Anyways, enjoy!)

Chapter 10

You got your beers from Ali the bartender and gave Arik’s his before excusing yourself from your conversation.

“I have an ass to kick” you signed, before dramatically walking off. Sebastian was already standing by the pool table, a cue stick already in his hand. You tried not to stare at him as you walked to get your own cue stick. He was leaning slightly against the table, one arm flexed and the other stretched out chalking the end of his cue stick. He looked incredible.

“You ready?” He asked. You nodded and took the first shot. You sunk two balls.

“Guess I’m doing solid balls then” you commented. After that, the game was pretty even. And though both of you kept making up more and more ridiculous trash talk about the other, it felt so easy to be with him. After a few minutes, Anthony walked over to watch. And then Chris and Amanda joined, looking very friendly in your opinion. In the end, you lost by one ball. You sighed in bitter defeat as Sebastian whooped and cheered. Trying to be a graceful loser you offered Sebastian to buy him a beer, which he accepted with minimal gloating. As you returned to the group, who were now watching Chris and Anthony play, with the victory beer in hand, you noticed Amanda wasn’t by the pool table anymore.

“Did you see where Amanda went?” You asked Sebastian as you handed him his beer.

“Oh I’m pretty sure she went to the bathroom” he replied. “And thanks for the game. Probably the most fun I’ve had playing pool” he said, right as you were about to walk off.

“Thanks” you replied, a little stunned by the sweet comment. Then you excused yourself to look for Amanda. You really wanted to talk to her about, well, everything, and you needed some privacy away from the guys. As you were getting closer to the bathroom you started hearing voices.

“Come on, don’t hold out on me now” a man's voice spoke. Your guts started filling with a bad feeling, and you picked up your pace. When you rounded the corner you saw Amanda pressed up against the wall, a stranger leaning against the wall, trapping her.

“Amanda!” You exclaimed, getting their attention. Amanda’s face lit up in relief. “I’ve been looking for you, I need to talk to you” you continued, grabbing her hand and trying to pull her away without starting a scene. But this creep of a guy was not gonna leave you alone.

“Hey wait a minute, we were in the middle of something!” He exclaimed, grabbing Amanda’s other hand. You froze and slowly turned around, stepping closer to him.

“Listen, dude, she’s not interested, so you need to take a hint and leave us alone,” you said in a serious tone. The man looked you up and down for a moment.

“Whatever you dyke, she’s not that hot anyway” he scoffed. You stopped in your tracks.

“Why don’t you go ahead, Amanda. I’ll be right there” you muttered through gritted teeth. Amanda slowly walked away as you stepped closer to the guy. You took a deep breath.

“Apologize” you demanded. The guy looked at you in disbelief.

“No” he just answered.

“No I don’t leave until you either give me a really good fucking explanation for what was happening, or you apologize” you demanded again. You felt your pulse rising as the guy scoffed at you again.

“We were just flirting ok, it really wasn’t a big deal” he tried.

“No that shit was not flirting, that was harassment. And then you used a slur towards me, and offend my friend. So that explanation does not cut it buddy” you said, anger rising in your throat.

“Listen, I don’t have to answer to this shit. So what I offended you? You’re a raging bitch, and your friend is a tease” he yelled and tried to push past you. And before you had the sense to stop yourself you had punched him in the face. And as he was about to start yelling at you again, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down so you were face to face.

“Let me make one thing fucking clear buddy, you need to learn how to act because harassment is never ok under any circumstances, and trust me if you do that shit again I will know, my fucking raging bitch sense will start to tingle, and I will take a nutcracker to your balls” you calmly whispered right in his ear. And then you walked away in a storm of fury. Before you had time to cool down you realized Sebastian was standing right in front of you, with a shocked look on his face.

“Sebastian I... can explain?” You tried, as your heart dropped.

“No Amanda explained enough. I just thought you might be in trouble. But clearly, you’re fine on your own” he said, chuckling a little. You smiled in relief. And then the guy blowing past you in a rage reminded you of the situation.

“How about we get you a beer and an ice pack” Sebastian chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder as you both walked away. As you returned Anthony started clapping.

“I just saw that dude basically grab his guys and run outta here, now I don’t know what the fuck you did but I know I hope I never experience it” he joked. You smiled and bowed jokingly.

“Excellent point Mackie, but please excuse us as Dr. Kickass deals with the consequences of punching someone in the face,” Sebastian said, sparing you the embarrassment of the attention. You walked with him behind the bar and quickly explained what happened to Ali, who got you a bag of ice and then left to tend to the bar.

“You don’t have to help me you know, as a doctor I am more than competent enough to hold a pack of ice to my hand,” you told him as you get up on the counter.

“I know,” he replied, leaning against the counter next to you. “But you kept me company a whole night when I acted like a moron and got hurt, so I’m returning the favor”. The way you were sitting made you the same height. You resorted to staring at your hand to avoid making eye contact.

“Besides, I actually like spending time with you” he continued suddenly. Your head snapped up, and you were face to face with Sebastian. “Maybe we could hang out one day, just you and me” he proposed, as his mouth twitched nervously.

“I’d like that” you smiled. For a second you became acutely aware of the fact that your faces were very close. It was silent between the two of you for a moment, and then Ali returned and shushed you out again. Though he was nice, he hated having people behind the bar. You joined the crew members still sitting by your table, which included Arik and Sebastian’s makeup girl, Sarah. After that, the night went on as usual. You talked, drank, played games, and drank some more. Quite some time passed until you realized you felt quite tired and you wanted to go home. As you stood up to go grab your coat, something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. It was Sebastian, obviously quite drunk, sitting by the bar with a glass of water. You sighed at the sight of this big man sitting alone, looking a bit like a child. And then you walked over to him.

“How’s it going there, supersoldier” you joked and watched as he seemingly awakened from dosing off with a snap.

“Ooh not so good, doc. I should’ve listened to you about the drinking and the pills and that” he slurred.

“How about we share an Uber home, huh?” You proposed. You smiled at the sight of this soft giant, with rosy cheeks, droopy eyes, and messy hair. He just nodded, waited at the bar while you got your jackets, and said bye to everyone. You had to support him under the arm as you made your way outside, to wait for an Uber. Though your hand ached and you really wanted to sleep, leaning against the building with Sebastian wrapped around your shoulder like that you couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if you started dating. And he’s the one who said he wanted to hang out with you more. ‘Wait did he try to ask me out? He meant just as friends right?” You suddenly thought. As you got into your Uber you noticed Sebastian grabbing your hand, and then putting his head on your shoulder in the backseat.

‘He’s way too drunk for this to mean anything” you tried to convince yourself, but couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it was to be this close to him.

You eventually managed to get him up the stairs and back to his room. As you sat next to him on the bed trying to catch your breath for a second he suddenly spoke, sounding a lot soberer now.

“How did you get like this?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” You replied, thoroughly confused by the question.

“I mean how did you get so nice? You’ve had a pretty rough couple of years it seems, but you’re still so... caring. And funny, and smart, and just so incredibly kind”.

He’d barely finished the sentence before you had kissed him. You didn’t really plan to, but his lips looked so soft, and his eyes kept darting down to your mouth and all of a sudden your lips were on his and oh my it felt so right. It took him a second to react, and you instantly thought ‘oh no he’s not into this’, but then his hand was cupping your face and his lips were moving against yours and oh my it felt like nothing had before. Soft, sloppy, needy and exactly right. After a short while, you broke apart, coming up for air. Sebastian’s hand lingered in your face.

“I’ve hoped you’d do something like that since a week after I met you” he muttered, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for just as long” you confessed until a horrible thought dawned on you.

‘He’s still my patient’. Sebastian must’ve seen your expression change, cause suddenly his eyes filled with worry and he asked: “is something wrong?”. You pulled away a bit further.

“You’re my patient Sebastian. So I should never have done that” you muttered.

“So what? You want to pretend this never happened? Go back to being doctor and patient, and then go our separate ways” he muttered, his voice sounding hurt.

“It’s what a good doctor would do” you muttered back.

“Can’t you be a bad doctor then? Just this once?” He answered, sounding nearly pleading. His hand found yours in your lap. And even though it went against every logical thought in your head, once more you leaned forward and placed your lips on his. His hands were quicker this time, one in your hair the other in the small of your back. Your hands made their way up to his neck, and you let your fingers run through his hair. You felt his spine shiver slightly at the sensation, making you chuckle. He broke you apart now but kept you close.

“Stay the night. We can figure out what to do with this in the morning” he muttered, and you couldn’t respond to you just nodded slightly. Sebastian connected your lips again, slowly this time, before leaning you down till you were laying down on the bed, as he hovered over you. He positioned himself in between your legs, and you discovered how tiny you were compared to him. He used his arms to hold up his weight, to avoid crushing you, as your lips slowly moved against each other. Though you felt like you could have spent an eternity like this, just enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours he eventually pulled away again.

“I’ll get you a t-shirt you can sleep in,” he told you and kissed your cheek before he got up. You leaned on your elbows, a bit confused by the sudden change of pace. Sebastian grabbed a shirt for you and then walked into the bathroom. He returned with a toothbrush in his mouth and laughed at the confused expression on your face.

“Though I’d love to take this further, I want to do this right. And I think we should take it slow for now” he explained.

“That’s... very thoughtful of you” you replied. After Sebastian finished brushing his teeth, you grabbed his t-shirt and got in after him. You grabbed one of the hotel-toothbrushes and quickly brushed your teeth, tried to wash away as much makeup you could by using just water and changed into Sebastian’s shirt. It nearly reached your knees. Sebastian laughed as you exited the bathroom. You gave him a jokingly serious look.

“You know what, I think it looks better on me than on you!” He proclaimed.

“Oh of course you do” he answered, and leaned in for another kiss. You put your finger on his lips.

“No no, you can’t laugh at me and expect to get kisses for it. Say I look better in this shirt than you” you demanded jokingly. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“You would look better than me in any of my clothes,” he said dramatically. You pecked him on the lips and dashed out of his reach.

“That’s all I get? That’s not fair, it was an amazing compliment” he exclaimed, faking offense.

“If you want more you have to earn it” you replied in a bratty tone. Sebastian started walking menacingly towards you. You crawled back on the bed until you hit the headboard.

“You’re trying to intimidate me with the winter soldier look, huh?” You continued joking. Sebastian got on the bed and crawled towards you. Still laughing, you tried to jump out of his reach again, but he was too quick this time. Suddenly he had you pinned against the mattress, straddling you, with both your wrists in one hand. Your pulse spiked so quickly you were worried he might feel it on your wrist. And then he slowly leaned down and kissed you, not aggressively but with a lot of tenderness, and care.

“I guess you do deserve that after all” you muttered when your lips parted again.

“We should sleep” he muttered back.

“We really should” you replied.

[lpfreakification]

Finally catching up on Steven Universe

Starting from Lion 4. - Nora nearly me freaked out.

Doug Out - Wtf is behind Onion???

The Good Lars - oh. That's heartbreaking :( wait?! Those guys again???

*changes into work clothes b4 i forget*

Are You My Dad? - omfg!!! D: those two are what?! The episode is over already?!

I Am My Mom - aw f***er! Using the humans against them! Oh Lars >B( wait! Lars is still in there! Is this where Lars' character develops by now?

Stuck Together - Come on Lars, what is your problem?! "At this point, everything is awful" awww Topaz... aw f*** u Aquamarine. Separated and the episode is over?! What is going on???

The Trial - woah that title card's transition. Oh crap, the Diamonds! Hmmm... Steven doesn't know how Pink Diamond was shattered. "Where was her Pearl?" Oh s***!!! HOMEWORLD. Ugh these cliffhangers are gonna be the death of me.

Off Colors - ha, Jurassic Park ref. Woah that gem. A kindergarten in Homeworld. Woah. Thats like that catipillar from Alice In Wonderful. Hiding. Shattered. They found them! Lars! Oh that sapphire-like. LARS!!! Oh f*** that's the gif i keep on seeing! No... ok good. Wait, Lars is pink? Cliffhangers!

Lars' Head - oh crap they're back! Zombie Lars. Holy crap! Lars has Lion's powers! He's back at home! Hey! Get back over there to Homeworld. That sounds complicated. The Diamonds are liars. Wtf, well that didn't work. Aw Lars X3 aw everyone's happy to see Steven ok X)

Dewey Wins - Connie...? Oh i get it. They were so worried. What kind of mayor is he? :( Tubetube? "How to Talk to People"? Dewdrops? What a speech! Giving up? Wait a minute. I'm sensing a parrell! Oh!!! Called it!

Raising The Barn - oh it Peridot and Lapis. Oh s*** Lapis! Woah literally raising the barn. Pumpkin where r u? I stg if Pumpkin is in danger... oh wait. Pumpkin doesn't wanna go. Oh... Steven is me rn XD aw Peridot :) aw Lapis :( what do we do now?...

WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!

Gemcation - 9 million? Oh yeah. Steven get off ur phone! God damn it Steven! I would've loved to hear more of the story. Oh boy Pearl may know something. Oh Pearl was about to say something. Steven... aw jesus.

Back To The Kindergarten - oh no. Peridot is me rn. Lol XD Ooo!!! Farming in the Kindergarten 0.0 heh heh heh dirt fight. That's beautiful :) *GASP* D: NOOO!!! Wait, what THE?! Smokey :D :)

I have time for one more episode then i have to start getting ready to go.

Sadie Killer - i feel Sadie with the napkins. Oh god Bucky XD aw the group is nice X3 they're procrastinating. Oh! They're going somewhere with this movie X) The Working Dead, that was amazing! "Do i sound like that?" Sadie! Sadie quit?!

Ugh... i said that would be my last. I do have time for ONE more. Then theres a 2-parter after that. Definitely gonna stop b4 i watching that 2-parter.

Kevin Party - lion is missing?! Oh. Kevin XP "they're"!!! What?! Clarence? Ugh these people look weird. LION IS THERE! CONNIE IS THERE!!! Kevin is actually helping Steven? Sabina... omg XD what a montage XD This feels like a nice drama X) go Steven and Connie XD

Yep. I have to stop now. I'll order some Panera, eat it at Falcos, and then clock in. Catching up on Steven Universe was quite refreshing X)

Gtg now.

Bye bye

[ndksicksxijsksidis]

I’m bored but procrastinating sleeping so I’m gonna make a list of very in-depth new year resolutions so don’t mind me:

• Take👏🏻👏🏻school👏🏻👏🏻more👏🏻👏🏻seriously👏🏻👏🏻 ok so sure, I’m getting ok grades, I’m doing quite well in a few classes. But it’s so obvious how much better I can do, I’m actually going to take on board what my mum and every single teacher has said about me in the past: I have the potential!! I can be intelligent!!! but I need to try hard to reach that potential and I know it’s not just gonna come overnight. There’s certain subjects (e.g. all my sciences and English) that I know I can improve in!! English is more about confidence issues and expressing my opinions, and from now on I’m gonna give myself a target!! I’m gonna answer atleast once in each class. It’s not much I can do it!! I need to stop overreacting at the fact of people “judging me” because like the teacher said on parents evening, there’s a reason I’m in top set!!! I have the capability!!! So I can’t be this bad right? In science I’m just a fucking mess bc I can’t understand it it’s just confusing as heck but I will ask more questions if I’m confused and I need to focus more when I don’t undertanand something, usually when I don’t understand I just give up and instantly switch off but that’s gonna change. In terms of revision I’ll try motivate myself to do just a little bit every day if I don’t have the motivation to do a lot on one day. And I’ll make sure i find my own revision method that works best for me, I’m gonna make sure I do so much better in school now because I remember year 3 when I had my yearly exams and I did so fucking amazing, I want to be able to be proud of myself again instead of putting myself down.

• organisation!!!! this involves school too; @ me don’t fucking leave your homework so last minute it’s such a stupid idea because next thing you know you’re panicking over like 5 homework’s at one time bc you haven’t done any of them and they’re all due in the next two days. My disorganisation leads to so much stress that could easily be avoided if I did (or atleast looked at) my homework the day I get it / a few days before it’s due and not the night before when I’m supposed to be asleep. This also goes for my bedroom because my desks always a mess and then i get too lazy to tidy it bc I’ve left so much on there and i just need to learn to clean up after myself bc wow what a mess.

• P O S I T I V I T Y, there are the few occasions where I think I actually look pretty but that’s when I’ve slapped makeup all over my face, I’m not saying I want to stop makeup all together but I want to feel like I don’t have to put on makeup or straighten my hair to look pretty, which is hard when all your friends and just everyone in your school are slim and beautiful and look exactly like what you want to look like, especially when you see people you love and think are beautiful criticising themselves because they don’t know how much you want to be like them? If I’m not wearing makeup and I haven’t done anything with my hair I have such a negative image of myself, I hate my face and my body, no I’m not “obese” but I’m significantly more overweight than all the people I know my age, and it shows so much that I get upset about it? And I’ve been called fat in the past including by my dad so that doesn’t really help with the negative self image but I just have to learn to love myself!! I also absolutely despise my personality, I hate my voice and every single thing that comes out of my mouth and I just want to be happy with who I am as a person.

• Stop panicking over stuff that’s unnecessary: I get very easily worked up about stuff, whether it’s the thought of someone secretly hating me or getting stressed because I can’t get a question right. Despite my determination to do everything well I need to accept I can’t do everything right, i can’t control who likes me and to be honest why should I care? Because 1) me thinking a certain person hates me for no reason is just me overthinking because im self conscious and 2) if someone does hate me for nothing then fuck them!! They don’t deserve me anyways!! Not everything’s gonna go my way and I have to accept it, I have to let stuff just happen and try not to get sad about it.

• Lose weight - even tho I wanna build my self confidence and be confident with my body whatever It looks like, I’m still going to try and lose weight (which I say every year and then don’t do but like,,, this years going to be my year ok fight me) this isn’t the most major resolution but it would be nice and build my confidence a lot!! It would also be a great “fuck you” to my dad and everyone who’s ever shamed me for my weight.

I have more but they’re more personal and also I just can’t be bothered so bye I’m 99.9% sure no one read this