#got some chill indie tunes on and im feeling good

[duskythesomething]

sometimes certain mutuals like my posts and i feel my heart go "oh shit!!!!" it feels great :D

[limitlessimagines]

Hi!! Can I have a romantic match up from Valorant? :)

im a 5'4 non-binary lesbian hufflepuff who likes to read comics, draw and play alot of videogames.

And everyday I get a new hyperfixiation whether it be some game to the entire history of how and why money is made, my brain get super curious about everything.

I get really loud sometimes when I feel like myself and I sometimes like to hold something when im out in public, whether it be my purse, phone or my friend's arm

I sometimes get really moody and would isolate myself to not get mad at someone and or hurt their feelings. And Im super touch starved, and I like staring into peoples eyes since it makes me comfortable

I forget things alot and I would use jokes as a coping mechanism or to get out of awkward situations ( but in general i like to make jokes alot)

Your romantic match up is with Killjoy!

Killjoy loves all sorts of video games! She’ll play calm ones, comedy ones, serious ones, ones with great stories, ones with no stories, and fps games too! You’ve got a wonderful girlfriend who will venture into any video game with you, willingly.

She’s read some comics as well, but she’s more of an indie comics kind of girl. She has issues and issues just stacked randomly around her place. She doesn’t really have a way to categorize them. Maybe that’s where you come in haha. Either way, you’ve got a huge list to plow through. Even if you sat at her place and read for hours a day, you wouldn’t even get through 1/5th of them. That’s how many comics she’s got on hand.

When you get a new hyperfixiation, Killjoy will try to learn some obscure facts so she can enjoy it with you! She prefers to stay on one task (and she’s got the ability to focus too, lucky her. She loves to see your face light up when you learn something new.

Killjoy doesn’t mind that you’re loud. She’s able to tune it out, even if she’s really busy, and just focus on your words. As well, she will totally lend you an arm while you’re out in public. She doesn’t mind.

When Killjoy can see you’re upset, she’ll let you take some time alone to let off steam, but she will check on you periodically. It’s okay to tell her your feelings, even if it’s scary. She is very chill about it.

Also, you can stare into her eyes whenever you want. She’s not bothered by it. KJ is not the most touchy person, but she’ll hold your hand whenever you like. She isn’t adverse to it, she is neutral.

Killjoy has fairly good memory, and makes it a point to put some kind of logging app on your devices so you can put things down whenever you feel the need to. She even went one step above and made you a neural link, if you ever feel like you want to use it. That way your device will put that stuff down without you having to move!

While Killjoy can be a jokester, she doesn’t like when it’s used as a coping mechanism. So she can tell when you’re doing it to cope, and will check in on you. On the other hand, if you’re using it to get out of a situation, she’ll be able to scoot herself into the conversation, and pull you out. She doesn’t get embarrassed often, and has no problem being honest about wanting to leave somewhere.

[wennjunhui]

seventeen hospital au

im back at it again with another random seventeen post bc nurse!jun is ruining me :)))))

disclaimer: the most i know about hospitals and how they work is from chicago med so dont expect this to be accurate 

seungcheol

attending physician in the ed

kinda intimidating but is really a huge softie

but don’t make him angry bc that is not a good idea at all

always seen with a protein shake

tends to hover over the new med students a lot

partially because it’s important to evaluate them and their knowledge

but most because he thinks its funny when they freak out around him

always asks for a psych consult even when he knows its not necessary

bc its totally in the best interest in the patient and not because hes bored and wants to talk with his bff nahhh

has a long term girlfriend that works as a software developer

everyone in the ed tryna get him to propose bc ITS BEEN 9 YEARS DAMMIT WIFE HER ALREADY

jeonghan

psychiatry fellow

usually works night shifts because hes sleeps schedule is fucked 

functions on coffee and coffee alone

is constantly Tired

catch him napping in the break rooms whenever he has time

originally wanted to go into psychology, but he gets too invested and thought it would be better to maintain short term relationships

bffs with seungcheol, but bffls with joshua

by the off chance he’s not tried, he’ll go around the ed and tease the doctors and nurses

hes in the ed a lot tho bc someone keeps calling him even tho “he literally just sprained his ankle seungcheol why am i here”

joshua

plastics fellow

fucking loaded

pulls up to the ed in a fucking gold ferrari and just shrugs when people ask about

‘yeah i got it as a birthday gift, treat yourself ya know?’

born and raised in the us, but went to south korea to further his studies

bffls with jeonghan

by GOD the chance theyre in the same room, its game over for everyone

his surgery playlist is fucking wild 

did a heartbreaking ballad just finish playing? oh thats sad but move over its britney bitch 

always brings a guitar to work parties

‘if you sing sunday morning one more fucking time-’ proceeds to sing sunday morning ‘GODDAMMIT JOSHUA’

is seeing the cute hotel concierge that works a few blocks away 

junhui

the Hot Nurse

literally all the patients fucking swoon 

kinda makes patients nervous bc of how handsome he is

ok i’ll stop now

occasionally scrubs in as a surgical nurse for minghao

he pretends to be all cool and hot shit in front of patients, but when hes around staff he turns into a giant bright ball of excitable fluff 

will always be asked to be assigned to kid patients bc he loves kids

studied abroad in korea and decided he loved it there so he stayed

may or may not have a crush on someone in the hospital but shh no one knows except jeonghan and minghao

has no problem calculating correct dosages but cant do basic math for the life of him

‘no junhui, 7+8 does not equal 17′

soonyoung

senior resident in the ed

HYPEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!111

works night shifts bc otherwise the ed would be dead without him

probably drinks too much redbull for his own health

his favorite treatment room is treatment room five because “that’s where a patient peed on me on my first day here”

“ok soonyoung good to kno”

“no problem”

not very tech savvy 

always manages to fuck up the tablets somehow every shift

for the love of GOD dont let him near an xray machine

also never assign him and seungkwan on the same patient they will accomplish nothing 

has taken chan under his wing

wonwoo

neurology resident

blind as fuck

harry potter glasses for days

looks really cold on the outside but is really just a huge fucking dork

like actually he laughs and jokes about anything and everything

neurology can be dark sometimes yo and humor is a great way to cope with it

that and gaming

half the reason why he cant see is bc he spent too much time playing video games growing up

still kinda does but he gets away with it

accompanies soonyoung on the night shift bc he knows soonyoung gets lonely sometimes

plays ballads in the surgery rooms because it helps him keep calm

jihoon

pathology resident

‘forget working with humans hAVE YOU SEEN THIS BLOOD CULTURE ITS COOL AS FUCK’

that being said, he hangs around the break rooms a lot because being cooped up in pathology is just tiring sometimes and he needs actual people to talk to

but mostly its so he can draw on jeonghans sleeping face

shares a flat with soonyoung bc rent is expensive yo

usually has the best tunes down in pathology 

originally wanted to go into music, but school kinda killed his enjoyment of it for a long time

is slowly getting back into and finding his joy in it again

he knows too many stories about the ed that hes forced to listen to

“for the last fucking time soonyoung i dont care about how your patient threw up on seungkwan”

“okokok but`”

“no”

seokmin

ed resident wanting to specialize in pediatrics

SUNSHINE AND HAPPINESS AND SMILES EVERYWHERE

wow literally everyone in the ed is in love with him a teeny tiny bit

because he has such a bright and positive aura around him that its hard not to feel happy 

sings to the smol children if they get scared 

everyone always asks him to sing at work parties and he kills it every time despite being initially shy

“wait wait wait you were in a rock band in high school???”

has a crush on the ed secretary out front

its so fucking cute the rest of the ed ships them so much

sometimes he doubts himself and his skills and that makes his day very sad

but everyone in the ed is in love with him and will constantly be there to remind seokmin about how amazing his is and how much he deserves to be here

and thatll make his day better c:

mingyu

ed resident

the Hot Doctor

wow everyone has a crush on him even if you dont you do

pray for the patients that get assigned to both mingyu and jun your in for a visual attack

tho the facade for mingyu usually breaks after a minute of meeting him

clumsy af yo

once knocked over the patients entire tray of food because his limbs were longer than he remembered

sometimes forgets to put on hand sanitizer and seungcheol always yells at him about

from the other side of the ed “MINGYU, HANDS”

“THANKS HYUNG”

always brings his own lunch bc hospital foods shit and he makes better food at home 

sometimes brings in cookies for the staff in the break room

theyre usually gone within an hour

minghao

trauma and emergency medicine fellow

TALENTED

was personally scouted by hospital officials in china

really young to be such an expert in his field

also his hands are really sensitive to abnormalities in the human body so he feels out the situation and catches the situation really early

is kinda intimidating because of his rbf and takes no shit approach

but is really super soft and fluffy once not in a work environment

relied on jun a lot in terms of adjustment here in korea, and he’s probably closest to him in the ed 

has jun scrub in with him for surgeries sometimes

objectively has the best surgery playlists

from pink floyd, to an obscure japanese indie rock

bickers with mingyu a lot of proper treatment of patients

usually theyre both right tho they just cant communicate effectively

is secretly seeing another chinese surgeon from plastics, but they hide it really well except from jun ofc

seungkwan

nurse

a really loud and mouthy one at that

nags everyone in the ed a lot despite not being the charge nurse

tho hes getting there and everyone knows it 

despite that, hes really sweet and caring towards patients 

is also really weak for kids, but he cant ever be assigned to them because he’ll freak out if something happens to them

always earns high marks on nurse feedback forms because he does his job AND is entertaining 

even tho he nags everyone else, sometimes hes too selfless and forgets to take care of himself

“did you forget your lunch? aiii how could you do that? here take mine”

“seungkwan you need to eat to”

“i said take it, now eat and make your mom proud”

cries and often laments how much he loves his staff when hes had a little too much to drink at work parties

hansol

a new nurse

really chill, vibin through life

is really a much appreciated presence to have around the ed, especially when things can become hectic really quickly

often acts as a translator between english and korean 

will laugh at pretty much anything (which wonwoo appreciates alot because at least someone likes his jokes)

one thing that always gets his blood boiling is the blatant ignorance some patients have

like the offhanded racism against him or his coworkers, or comments about lgbtq+ people 

and there have been times when he hasnt been able to control how he responds because wow he Dislikes ignorant people

so whenever he gets a patient like that, he often asks to switch with another nurse because “if i have to listen to karen say something racist about jun or minghao again im gonna lose my fucking mind”

med students usually hang around him bc of how approachable he is

shower thoughts

“do you ever wonder this would taste like”

“hansol dont-”

chan

med student in his final year

is really eager to learn and get started on things!

ed is his first choice for match day

soonyoung has taken him under his wing so he mainly just shadows him

and its always a fun and great time chan has learned so much from him 

the entire ed staff has adopted him and will riot if he doesnt get accepted on match day

“chan, whos baby are you?”

“for the last time hyung IM TWENTY SEVEN”

if hes not shadowing soonyoung, hes probably studying in the break rooms with hansol throwing popcorn at him

“hyung stop im tryna study”

“ok but catch this in your mouth first”

still has a lot to learn, but hes out there conquering the world of medicine yall better watch out

[nosferatyou]

New Tune: Part 1 (Jake Kiszka x Reader)

Summary: Two guitarists meet at a Rock Festival, only having a week with each other before they have to return to their own lives. The bond they create is unfeigned and resolute. 

 WC: 1.7k

Warnings: Cursing and drinking

Hello! This is the first series i’ve done in years! And i’m honestly really excited about it. The title is cheesy and probably wont make sense till the last chapter, but its a heartfelt story. I know its a short first chapter but we are just getting started. I really hope you guys like it! 

The rush of performing is worryingly amazing. Just playing for hundreds of people who all share the love of music harmoniously together in one room is even something magical in itself. But playing the music that joins us together? Its indescribable, and its why I fucking love my job. I get to do that almost every night for hundreds of different people. The thing I love most is just being able to jam onstage with my best friends, and creating music with them. Most of our songs are created through our live shows, and it’s all 100% us in every performance. Not what our managers think will make the most money or sell out the most shows, but it’s exactly what we want to create. Fucking Rock and Roll.

Which is what we are doing now, at some random festival in California just trying to play some fucking music. We were lucky enough to get on the roster at all, first of all our name isn't too well known yet and we play a bit heavier than the people on the setlist as is. It's  all of course Rock, but there is a fair share of indie and folk thrown in for good measure. 

We more play psychedelic rock? I guess that’s the way you could describe it, lots of fuzz, delay effects, and weird ass lyrics that could make Jim Morrison say “What the fuck?” Luckily our manager was friends with the event coordinator and squeezed our name in last minute. I honestly don’t think we are even on the Lineup. 

“Hey fuckface! Come help me with this keg!” Screamed the Lead Vocalist to our band, but also my best friend, Matt. 

I looked up from my phone to see the exasperated boy doing his best to get it up the stairs of the tour bus, but failing miserably. I get up from my spot to attempt to help move the heavy keg from the base of the stairs. 

“A keg? What are we in high school? I mean yes, we could very easily drink our way through this, but wouldn’t cases of beer just be easier?” I asked, also struggling to get it up the stairs” 

“I mean… Where's the fun… In that?” He said, pausing in between his words to lift the heavy thing. 

We finally got it to the top, both letting out a whoosh of air before going to fall back on the couches in exhaustion. We sat in silence, settling with the fact that we were both extremely out of shape despite doing countless shows. WHich honestly in itself is a huge work out. 

“Alright! Up we go, it’s up here so let’s get this party started before we die of exhaustion.”

Matt hopped up quicker than expected and grabbed the valve for the keg off the counter.

“Now that. Is a fantastic idea.” He pushed a filled cup and then filled his own. We clinked our drinks and threw them back, both easily swallowing it all. 

“Let's get absolutely fucked.” Matt said, emphasizing the word fucked. "Wait..." I half questioned. "If our thing is drinking outside, then why are we putting the keg in here?" 

He gave me a blank stare and then dropped his head in shame. 

"Fuck." 

Jakes POV

“Jake I swear to god if you don’t walk faster I'm going to steal that guitar of yours and add my own special touch to it.” 

“Well calm down and slow your pace, and then I'll catch up. And Honestly josh, I don't even want to think of what you'd do to my girl.” 

Josh suddenly slowed down and got right into my space, and then very animatedly started to explain how he would decorate her. 

“I'm sure you remember that one very fun tambourine I had at that one show. You know, the one with all the tassels.”

“Mhm, That one tambourine from that one show.” I absentmindedly replied, not really paying attention to his whole show.

 More taking in all the surroundings of all the buses around us, housing all the artists playing throughout the week. Josh and I have a habit of doing this at every festival we’ve been too, which wasn't much, but it was enough to create the tradition. These were always fun to go to, meet different musicians and wind down for a week. Festivals were always fun simply because we could take a real break. We tend to get a bit overrun with tour dates because of management, but here we play once or twice, and spent the rest of the week doing press or enjoying ourselves. We all honestly looked forward to it. 

Josh suddenly stopped talking about his favorite tambourines and said, “What was that?” 

We wandered around with a bit more direction lightly following the voices that bounced off of all the buses.

I stopped to listen and heard two people very aggressively discussing what seemed to be Jimi Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughn. As we kept walking, we started to hear them more clearly. 

The girl yelling “Honestly Matt, If you tell me right now, that your prefer Stevie over Jimi I’m fucking leaving this band.” 

“Y/N, I prefer Stevie.”

After that the man, presumably Matt, said that all hell had broken loose and swears and counter arguments were thrown left and right. 

Josh seemed very interested in the whole scene and did his best to follow the voices so he could find the source. I was honestly pretty interested myself. 

We finally rounded a corner to find two, seemingly, very drunk people intensely arguing while still half laying down in the lawn chairs they had set out in front of their bus. A keg sat between them, and a stack of red solo cups on top. Nothing but a lantern and the moon keeping them alight.

“Sure, we all love Stevie, he’s a chill dude. But Jimi? He ascended. He fucking made music. He created most of what Stevie played. I honest to god, Matt, will physically fight you.” 

The girl caught my eye when we rounded the corner, and very aggressively pointed at me. 

“You, long haired pretty boy in the Chelsea boots. Come here.” 

I looked over at josh and we seemed more than happy to see what this random stranger had up her sleeve. He kind of pushed my shoulder forward so we could make our way over to them. I had no idea what to expect. 

She sat up in her chair and Matt stayed unmoving, still half laying in his chair. 

“Which is better? And there is a right and wrong answer. Stevie Ray Vaughn or Jimi Hendrix.” She glared at the Matt when she said Jimi's name, he seemed unbothered. 

“I mean Jimi is the obvious here, any guitarist would agree.”

“Ha! Fuck you Matt Im right, its just factually true. Suck. My. Dick.”

“Well he’s one random guy that doesn't answer the whole mystery.” Matt slurred.

Josh quickly butted into the conversation, which isn't new. 

“Well if my opinion has any weight than I vote for Jimi, but speaking of strangers. Im Josh, and this here is my twin, Jakey”

“Its Jake.” 

The mood quickly changed and a smile appeared on the girls face. She held out her hand and gave a quick but firm handshake, introducing herself.

“The name is Y/N, and this Ignorant bastard is named Matt.”

She reached over to the keg in between them and refilled her cup, then poured two more for Josh and I. 

“For my two new friends.” She smiled, handing the cups to us. We happily accepted, and Josh made his way to sit on the ground in front of them, I quickly followed.

“Alright boys, Name your band and then instruments, seeing as were here and all.” She said gesturing to the place.

 Josh quickly spoke first “Well we are two halves of Greta Van Fleet, and I sometimes play vocals, occasional screams, but mostly tambourines.” He joked.

Y/N snorted at Josh's introduction. 

“And you?” she asked directing her attention to me. 

“As Josh said, two halves of our band Greta Van Fleet, And I play Lead Guitar.”

Her eyes seemed to light up at that comment and quickly responded with a smile.

“ Isn't that a coincidence, so do I,” 

As the night went on the booze flowed more, and so did the conversation. We all quickly learned we had a lot in common, and got along pretty damn well. Matt wasn't very present, because, well, he passed out moments after we got there. But as the night went on, the more we all truly felt comfortable with each other. It was simply one of those times in your life when you meet someone you truly feel akin too. Maybe it was because we were all drunk, or maybe it was a fluke. Her love for music dripped off of every word she spoke, she just gave off positivity and confidence, and her passion for life and work truly shined through. She consistently listened to us throughout the night, less worried about discussing her personal life. She seemed genuinely interested in every little thing Josh and I had to say.

It felt like we were there for all of five minutes, but before we knew it, it was 4 am. By that point so much random shit was coming out of our mouths that it wasn't coherent. Eventually Josh and I helped her round Matt onto the bus and said our quick goodbyes before we left. 

As we walked back, Josh's already never ending smile seemed brighter, seeming touched the domestic events of the night. 

“I really like her, Jakey.” 

A smile was growing on my face as well, though ever so slightly more subtle.

“I did too, Josh.” 

We eventually stumbled our way back onto our own bus, not bothering to change before hopping into our bunks.  It would've been pitch black if it weren't for the dim blue lights under the seats. In the bunks next to ours were Danny and Sam, sleeping pretty soundly in their own. Lucky for us they can sleep through anything. Especially Sam.

I heard a loud thump, looking over to see josh sitting on his ass and looking more grumpy.

“Fuckin bunks are so high up. I swear to god…”

He eventually got up, mumbling to himself angrily before eventually climbing up and falling asleep.

I laid restless in my own, sleep seeming unlikely for the night. My mind could only focus on the enigma that was the girl we had the pleasure of meeting. So I just laid in my bunk, staring at the low ceiling, mind unfocused on anything except what just happened.

Chapter 2

[waiting-among-the-stars]

Among the Stars: Chapter One, Part Two

A small gasp from Indie, and the smaller man was whirling about, the flashlight’s beam flailing about wildly. Quickly, Rusty moved behind him and settled his hands on his shoulders.

“Easy, Indie. Easy.. It’s gone for now.” Giving his shoulders a reassuring squeeze, he then took his hand and nudged him toward the door. “How ‘bout I walk you back to the barracks, yeah?” Indie nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his panic. He had no reason to be afraid, Rusty was right here with him. However, the thought did cross the captain’s mind that.. Well, with Indie here, he didn’t actually have a real witness if he did end up dead. If the imposters were quiet enough killers, which he had known them to be in the past, then Indie wouldn’t notice a damn thing.

“Sorry..”

“What for?” Indie shook his head, and was silent, leaving Rusty just genuinely confused, despite repeated attempts at getting an answer. Had he imagined the apology then? No, he knew he’d heard him.. Right? The trip to the barracks was easy, and relatively short compared to the trip from navigation, but.. He couldn’t help but find himself still glancing around at the vents, and peeking around every dark corner.

“You’re nervous.”

“What? No. No, I’m just making sure we aren’t being followed.”

“With all due respect, Captain. I’m blind, not stupid.” He could feel the captain’s pulse vibrating against his palm, and felt every minute shift in movement and behavior. If there was one thing that Indie’s loss of sight had truly blessed him with, it was an incredible tactile sense of the world. Touch was his best asset, alongside his hearing. Couple that with an intelligent mind, and maybe that was why Indie had been allowed on this mission in the first place.

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, but everyone treats me like it.” A sigh, and Indie turned towards the barracks’ doors, reaching a hand out to feel his way. “I may be bad at visual tasks, but that doesn’t mean I don’t pick up on other things. Good night, Rusty.” A few careful taps on the keypad, and the door to Shade’s room slid open, Shade himself standing by the bed, half-dressed and looking like he’d been ready to run all throughout the ship in search of Indie. He regained his composure quickly, however, putting his hand on his shoulder, and giving a nod to Rusty.

“Captain.” And then the door closed again, leaving Rusty by himself in the halls. With a sigh, a mildly furrowed brow, and a shake of his head, the captain too made his way to bed for now, though not without a while of restless shifting back and forth, and the setting of a few traps around his room. Soon though, sleep claimed him too, and all was quiet for the time being aboard their ship.

“Gooood morning, everybody! This is your ship’s cook Honey Aurel here! The time is o-seven-hundred hours, and breakfast is served in the mess hall! Today’s menu is omelettes, sausage, bacon, and some eggless french toast and banana pancakes for the vegetarians! Enjoy your meal, and let’s make this a productive day!” Indigo was slow to rouse himself from slumber as Honey’s voice rang out over the PA system, and he sluggishly wormed his way out of Shade’s protective hold, blinking blearily at nothing. Shade took a moment to pull himself out of bed too, stretching a bit and yawning. It wasn’t long though before they were both dressed and joining everyone in the mess hall. Indie only paused for a moment or two before he made his way to the table, feeling his way along, and feeling Shade’s hand gently guiding him.

Indie settled himself in his seat, Shade slumping down at his left, and finally the hand left him, leaving him to guess at the world mostly alone. The distinctive, uneven tap-clank, tap-clank alerted him to Honey’s approach, as well as the tapping scrape of a plate being set down, to indicate the cook had put food in front of him.

“Cheese omelette with red peppers, chives, and tomatoes, along with a solid helping of sausage and bacon.” Honey’s voice was steady and even, with a laugh held just barely at the back of his throat. Indie lifted his head to acknowledge- He didn’t make it far before his head made fairly distinct contact with the cook’s chest. Paled eyes widened, and his eyebrows raised, before Indie ducked his head down again, choosing instead to occupy himself with the long, still somewhat tangled, ponytail that cascaded across his shoulder. He tried to focus himself on attempting to braid it, but with of course no success. A chuckle from Honey, and a hand pat his shoulder.

“My bad, Indie. Got a little too close again, didn’t I.” Tap-clank, tap-clank, tap-clank. His footsteps moved away, and Indie turned his attention instead to locating his plate and utensils, and the omelette was his first victim.

“Mm! You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Honey!” Rose, alerting Indie to be seated at his right, always one to offer praise and never afraid to lend a hand if he needed it. “I don’t think I’ve ever had better pancakes!”

“Aw, Rosie-girl, you’re making me blush!”

“I’m serious! You’ve gotta tell me what’s your secret!”

“‘ey, c’mon, girl. Let ‘im have his mysteries.” And that was Buck, seated across the table from him. “You ladies get to have all your little secrets and clever mysteries, not a wink to askin’ ‘bout ‘em, but the minute a man’s got ‘em, you’re dying to know.” Indie blinked a moment, considering it, but.. No. No, that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Did it?

“Shove it, Buck, no one gives two shits about your rock collection.” Silver, three seats down from Buck at the right. He wasn’t much taller than Indie himself, but he was certainly a lot more aggressive and moody. Perhaps he was a perfect example of why some people liked to joke that short people were closer to hell. The sound of mild shuffling on the other side of Rose, then something wet hitting against skin.

“Hey! Try that again, River, I fucking dare you!”

“Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, Shortstop?”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Don’t call you what? Shortstop?”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, you just wish you could, little man, but you don’t measure up.” Indie was content to just tune it all out at this point. Arguments between Silver and River were pretty much expected by now. She liked to tease, and he had a short fuse. Sure, they all could tell him just to stop giving her the reactions she was after, and often Skylar did try to advise him to do just that, but it never seemed to last long. Silver Blanche was like a time bomb ready to explode at any minute, and River Lochland was always there to set him off.

“All right, alright, that’s enough of that. You gotta stop aggravating him, Riv.” Honey’s even temper and charming optimism was honestly a gift. “One of these days he’s going to get even.”

“He just makes it too easy.”

“Easy’s boring, though. Pick a better target than the yapping dog. He’ll wear himself out chasing his own tail anyway.”

“The fuck did you just call me?!”

“Oooh~ Indie’s packing heat this morning, and Silver just got burned!”

“Indie, I will not hesitate to punch out a blind man!” A shift of a chair at his left, and Indie knew Shade was on his feet now, no doubt towering over Silver as was his way of things. Before anyone else could make a move, however, it was Rusty who spoke next. 

“I’m calling for a meeting..” It was with a grave solemnity that he spoke, and everyone at the table fell silent. Any arguments already forgotten, Shade settling himself back in his seat as the captain continued. “At thirteen-hundred hours, I expect everyone back here to deal with an important matter at hand. Anyone who doesn’t show, had better either be dead, or have a damn good excuse why not.” A shuffling of a plate and utensils, and the small slide of a chair, and Rusty’s footsteps departed from the mess hall. Still silence lingered.

They all understood what it meant when Rusty was serious about a meeting like that. He was their veteran on board, and as such, he was the most trusted to take any possible threats seriously. Their silence seemed to stretch on forever, before finally it was Skylar who spoke.

“Was there an attack? From one of those things?”

“Can’t be. We’re all here and accounted for.” Rose shifted just a bit closer, gently taking Indie’s hand in hers. “So.. it can’t be that someone was killed..”

“Could be about the boilers..” Forest now.

“What about the boilers?”

“Talked to him last night. Indie heard something in the boiler room, and he reported it to Rusty. Dunno what happened from there. I’d already gone to bed when I got told about it.”

“Yeah, I ain’t likin’ the sound of that..” It was as if the air around them had turned heavy and cold, just Rusty’s words leaving them all chilled.

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Things back home

Things specifically smoking weed with family and friends back home haha I miss every single session or every time I smoked weed back when I was at home, basically that’s the seed of my homesickness that Im experiecing right now. Listening to Reggae music has become very nostalgic for me because it’s what I listen to mostly when I was stoned back home, the very special moments I have ever had when Im high are filled with Reggae tunes, beaches, sunlight and of course good people. Well I wouldnt say I only listen to Reggae music nor am I an avid listener of Reggae music. Our sessions were also filled with lo-fi hip hop music and lo-fi indie/grunge to create the whole “chill” persona, whether it be in my/friend’s room, in the car or even out in the open like the beach or anywhere where we could be surrounded in nature. Back then, especially in 2015 (I can;t believe that it’s been 2 years) life with weed treated us, my friends and I very well. We created memories, mostly smoke sessions with everyone being around at either one of our houses. In my country, they treat weed just like the way they treat crack or heroin and it’s sad to be honest, so the chances of being caught by our parents or even the narcotics are very high. But throughout our years of smoking weed together, none of us got caught AT ALL, not until after 2015. As you can judge by what I’ve typed down so far, my friends and I are very very fond of the friendly herb that we like to call weed or, this is just between my friends and I, we call it “skreng”. It’s almost a some sort of code name that we have amongst us. So with our strong love for weed, throughout the whole year we literally smoked EVERY single day and our doses are not to be compared to regular pot smokers, sounds cocky but its actually a fact. We start our days with at least 2 bowls...and that’s only before we take a shower, then it proceeds to another 2 bowls after our shower and 2 more before we leave for college, or basically leave the house at any time possible. So as you can imagine, our days of college went by when we were crazy baked. After college finishes we would always go to my friend’s house which is like only two minutes drive away from my house and continue with our very organic journey. As our days are occupied with the amazing buzz of marijuana, it doesnt end when the sun sinks into the horizon. We get back home and blaze some more of our own stock, as soon as we get home, and my favourite is, before we have our home-cooked dinner made by my amazing mother who has the best hands possible, the bowl that we smoke before dinner basically enhances our taste buds and oh how much do I love that loving feeling. Now dont ever think that it’s bad or “rude” that I smoke before dinner and face my family because honestly, Im a very anti-social person when it comes to facing my family and the state of high that I was in during dinner makes me more interactive with my family. But of course, Im always rushing to go back upstairs to have myself another bowl of the sweet sativa. The day is not over yet, my fellow readers. As soon as my parents lock their doors to their bedroom, that is when our session would usually start. We would sneak out at around 10 -12 midnight with a bag of weed in each of our pockets and in some situations, those who have a bag of weed in their pockets would be the real rescue rangers for our friends who have run out of weed. We would usually assemble ourselves at one of our houses and blaze that shit up. My favourite in that year was when we went to my buddy’s place in Rimba. He has this small shack behind his house that place is full-on pimped out and Im not even exaggerating, this fucker got UV lights installed in that shack and he even got laser lights to go with that shit. It’s also filled with different kinds of liquors, beers and other sorts of alcohol but fuck that, it was his mom’s anyway. Then the usual thing would happen in a session, music, clouds of smoke, the contagious laughter that swam around the room. There was this one session where we were all on the same level of high and we put on Frank Ocean’s Novacane and ever since that, the song has been an icon for our year. We all sang our hearts out to that song and we LITERALLY would feel the good vibes being passed around that night. Oh man, do I miss those free and careless nights of blazing. Then 2016 came and I could tell you, it was literally the opposite of the year 2015. A LOT of shit happened in 2016. But dont get me wrong though, we niggas still blazing now. Just not as much as we did back in 2015. Right now, my fingers are crossed for this year to be just as chill as it was in 2015. Peace out fellas