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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 month ago

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Hello! I'd like to request a match-up please, romantic and platonic, if that's okay. Fandoms: Hobbit, LotR, MHA, Supernatural. 24 year old woman, bi, she/they. 6'0, chubby and muscular, brown eyes, sort of dark red short hair, lots of deliberately 'scary' tattoos. I'm an introvert and usually appear awkward or shy, but open up fairly quickly when talking to a friendly stranger. I have a raunchy, morbid sense of humor. I'm emotional and very easily to fluster or bring to tears. Low-energy, but with short fuse. Sceptic, materialist. Do my best to be kind to people and approach everything with an open mind. I love to provide, dote and care about people who are close to me, but rarely able to vocalise it - my love languages are acts of service and quality time. My hobbies include reading, hiking alone and all things horror - books, games, movies etc. My favorite book is 'Trainspotting', favorite movies are 'Annihilation' and 'Lilo and Stitch'. Bilingual. I really value my alone time and often indulge in maladaptive daydreaming. Love walking aimlessly all night long, with a right playlist used to walk up to 15 miles in one go. I don't have a favorite artist, lately have been listening to Slaughter to Prevail, Hozier and Paddy and the Rats. My style is something between butch and tomboy, usually I wear hoodies, sweatpants, jeans and boots. Almost everything is oversize, since I don't really care about how I look in my day to day and prefer comfort and practicality. Make up is only for special occasions and usually very simple, only around the eyes.

Thank you! Hope you have a good day!💙

Hi! I am so sorry for the long wait!

I hope you like your romantic and platonic match-ups for The Hobbit, LOTR, MHA, and SPN! <333333

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Romantic and Platonic Matchup; The Hobbit, LOTR, MHA, and SPN

Romantic;

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The Hobbit;

Thorin Oakenshield -

You met Thorin after the battle of the five armies, where you worked with a couple of others finding people who were injured and needed to be healed.

You had been healing Thorin as some of his dwarven friends, and Fili and Kili, sat and watched as you helped him.

During the healing, you were doing your thing, when he opened his eyes slightly. his blurred gaze found you above him, tending to his wounds.

There was this feeling that came over him, this warm and tender feeling. And he swore that he almost heard birds singing.

And, even though his vision was not the best, and his mind was hazy, he swore that your brown eyes had met his.

This feeling... What was it?

Before he could even answer his own question, he fell back into a deep slumber.

After leaving the battle scene, you didn't think you would run into the King again, but you were proven wrong.

He was told about your kindness and service when the he awoken a day or so later, and being grateful, he sent out a dwarven messenger to go out to Dale to find you.

He needed to thank you.

He needed to see you again.

The messenger found you at the marketplace in Dale, where you were selling books at your market stall. The dwarven messenger noted that you sold mostly books, but most of those books were in the thriller and horror genre.

You were a bit shocked as to why the messenger said that the King Under The Mountain wanted to speak to you, but nonetheless you made your way there.

Upon meeting Thorin, he gave you a smile, and thanked you for healing him, for saving him. On top of all of that, he asked you to be his special guest for the upcoming festivities celebrating the victory of the war.

And so, you found yourself Thorin's guest, and actually having fun?

Though, near the end of the night, you found yourself wandering about slightly, finding yourself amidst some maladaptive daydreaming; you didn't even realize how far you had wandered until you heard a voice beside you.

"Beautiful night, is it not?"

You felt a little bit awkward, should you bow to him, and what would you call him? Your Highness, my king-

"Yes, it is quite beautiful." You somehow heard yourself saying.

For the next however long, you and Thorin just talked (about likes and dislikes, and you even made him laugh), and the more you talked, the more you opened up; even including some of your morbid humor, which Thorin found refreshing.

Yes, Thorin had thought that night, this feeling was because you were his One.

Surprisingly, it took some time after the party to reveal his feelings and wishes of courtship toward you.

He gifted you a custom hand-forged dagger; the dagger was made of silver, with emerald gemstones on the hilt.

You weren't going to lie and say you weren't interested in Thorin at all; you found him quite handsome, ever since you first met him, albeit when you were healing him.

It wasn't long until you moved into The Lonely Mountain.

When Thorin is not busy with Kingly duties, he would often be found spending time with you; whether that be reading in the grand library, walking down the halls talking, or even just sitting together in the peace and quiet.

Speaking of walks, he enjoys quiet walks with you in the evening, particularly when you share stories or observations about the stars and forests.

And when you are both reading, he likes sitting with you in comfortable silence, occasionally you would both talk about the chapter you had just finished.

Thorin would teach you dwarven traditions, like crafting or ancient songs, to bond and share his heritage with you

He would show his affection through quiet acts of service, like you, and makes sure to mend your hiking boots or ensure you have a warm cloak before you head off for a solo hike.

Though he’d keep his emotions guarded around others, with you, he’d let his walls down, sharing his fears, hopes, and dreams, trusting you fully.

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The Lord Of The Rings;

Éowyn -

You had crossed paths with Éowyn during one of your solar hikes/walks, where she rode up on her pretty horse.

She was quite curious about you, seeing as you were just hiking out in the middle of nowhere near Rohan.

She quickly strikes up a conversation, asking about your journey.

Your initial shyness endears her, as she finds it a refreshing change from the arrogance she often encounters.

Like that stupid creep Wormtongue. Ew.

Somehow through the conversation, as you also began to open up, you revealed that you were just a humble traveler, your home was the forests, and your friend was Mother Nature.

Éowyn wished to speak to you more, and so, she offered Rohan as a place for you to stay whenever you wished. In case you want to sleep on a more suitable bed.

A bed sounded nice, but for some reason, your sleep wrap did nothing against the rocks and pebbles pressing against your back.

For the next couple of months, you went back and forth from staying in Rohan and wandering in the forest.

Rohan was like a checkpoint, really.

During your time at Rohan, you spent more time with Éowyn too.

The more time you spent with her, more harder it was to leave back into the forests for the next couple of weeks, but being alone wandering was incredibly soothing to your soul, and it was something that made you happy, (aside from spending time with Éowyn).

Éowyn actually grows fond of your raunchy humor, though it catches her off guard at first.

The connection deepens as she realizes you share similar scars - both physical and emotional - and that you understand her yearning for purpose and freedom.

Your acts of service, like tending to her sword or brewing tea during quiet evenings, speak volumes to her. She begins to crave your companionship during her rides and training sessions, even when no words are exchanged.

Éowyn initiates small, romantic gestures, like offering you a wildflower from her rides or inviting you to spar with her under the guise of teaching.

She’s protective of you, particularly when others misjudge your introverted nature or dismiss your emotional side.

The moment she confesses her feelings is unplanned. After a long ride, she impulsively reaches for your hand, admitting, “I think I was searching for someone like you all along.”

She’d write you heartfelt letters when words fail her, leaving them tucked where she knows you’ll find them during your day. Or even leaving them in your bag before you go off into the forests.

Éowyn would gaze at you in quiet admiration, often caught off-guard by how deeply you’ve touched her heart, though she’d struggle to put it into words.

~~~

My Hero Academia; Hizashi Yamada -

You met Hizashi when you were out with friends.

They had thought that a karaoke bar was a great place for an outing, and immediately when you all entered, you spotted him.

He was the life of the party, belting out tunes while you observed him in the corner booth with your friends.

He spotted you, and was quickly into your vibe, loving the hoodie that you were wearing; he just had to tell you how much he loved it and compliment you.

Well, everything happened so fast, that you somehow got his number.

The next meeting, Hizashi asked you out to a small diner he just knew you'd love.

In which he paid for everything.

Hizashi thrives on your low-energy vibe, appreciating how you balance out his chaotic personality.

You, in turn, find his zest for life refreshing, and he helps you step outside your comfort zone without ever pushing too hard.

Your love of horror intrigues him; he starts recommending creepy soundtracks and then offers to take you to the movie theaters where that one new horror movie is playing.

Hell yes.

As the two of you get closer and closer, becoming fast friends, (and maybe harboring something more), he realizes how much you value acts of service, and he starts doing small things like carrying your things for you or making playlists tailored to your midnight walks.

Hizashi loves surprising you with over-the-top gestures, like dedicating a radio segment to you or showing up with coffee and snacks unannounced.

"You're my favorite kind of noise."

He loves planning horror movie marathons for both him and you to watch for movie night dates, he'd hold you close, with an arm around your shoulder.

Also, surprisingly, he is somewhat quiet with you. He doesn't yell as much unless he is really excited about something.

Takes you to thrift shops to find oversized clothing and unique pieces that match your style, always making it a fun adventure.

Oh, and don't even get him started on him making his own music for you! He loves sitting down for a good hour or so coming up with lyrics and music only to them serenade you with his lovely voice.

Hizashi would take you dancing, even in your living room, just to make you smile as he spins you around like you’re the only person in the world.

He'd even show you some of his favorite music, and you would show him yours like Hozier and Slaughter to Prevail.

Your relationship is full of playful banter and spontaneous adventures, balanced with comforting evenings where he listens to you talk about books and life. ~~~

Supernatural;

Sam Winchester -

Oop, Sam, and Dean saved you. Yep, that was how you met your future boyfriend Sam.

You had just been doing your thing, walking around the woods near your home, headphones on, and listening to your playlist when you heard a distinct 'rawr' over your music.

Who knew that there was a werewolf in your neighborhood?

Before you could even conceptualize that there was a werewolf in front of you ready to pounce, it was dead.

One minute, the werewolf was in front of you, and the next, it was lying on the ground, unmoving.

The two men in front of you, one taller than the other, were talking quickly among themselves before the tall one - Sam - went over to you and asked if you were okay.

You raised an eyebrow, a song from Paddy and the Rats playing still as you slid off your headphones to get an explanation.

You didn't know if it was the scare or the fact that the werewolf on the ground was real, or maybe you were just overwhelmed, but you felt yourself tearing up slightly.

Was this a joke?

No, you had kicked the werewolf in the side with your foot, it felt real.

And that was how you met Sam and Dean, and how you started staying with them in their bunker.

Since the beginning, Sam was drawn to you.

Sam was drawn to your intellect and emotional depth. And your willingness to care for others even when you struggle to express it verbally, finding it aligns with his own struggles.

And when he is not studying the next beast to kill to make the world a safer place, you and him swap books with each other. Especially with horror books. You swap book recommendations and debate the merits of classic versus modern horror movies.

His confession comes during a hunt gone awry.

You had started going on small hunts with them, wanting to help, but after seeing you injured, Sam blurted out, “I can’t lose you. Not you. You’re… You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Do you steal his hoodies? Maybe...

If you ever want, Sam joins you on your midnight walks when neither of you can sleep, there you both talk about more of your interests and you have fun making each other laugh.

He loves setting up movie nights, where you both watch Lilo and Stitch, sitting close, and eating popcorn together.

Actually bought you tickets for you and him to see Hozier live once.

Best night ever.

Your relationship is built on deep conversations, mutual respect, and quiet moments of comfort, with Sam always ensuring you feel seen and valued.

~~~

Platonic;

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The Hobbit;

Kíli Durin -

During your time courting his uncle, you, of course, spent a good amount of time with Kíli and Fíli, but found more of a connection with Kíli.

Kíli, ever curious and friendly, loves striking up conversations with you when you are free.

Your morbid humor matches well with his own cheeky and mischievous remarks; you both end up bantering and teasing each other most of the time.

He often goes to you for advice, when he is stuck on what to say or what right thing to do.

He loves it when you tell him horror stories, so then he can retell them to Fíli and try and freak him out.

He will also often steal snacks from the kitchens to give to you.

If you aren't in the mood to be alone, and Thorin is busy, Kíli makes sure you don't feel alone and make sure that you are happy.

Kíli would convince you to spar with him, claiming he needs to practice, though he’s always impressed by your strength and determination.

He’d sneak you into the forges to show you dwarven craftsmanship, even teaching you how to make your own trinkets.

At some point, Kíli tries to come up with a horror or spooky story to try and scare you or even make you laugh.

He enjoys teaching you bits of Khuzdul, so you could surprise Thorin.

Though, he might teach you words that might make you flustered.

You can never be too sure with this guy.

~~~

The Lord Of The Rings;

Aragorn -

You originally encountered Aragorn when he was most commonly known as Strider at the beginning of your solo traveling.

Way before you met Éowyn.

You had just been wandering in the wilderness when you bumped into each other.

You both traveled together for a day or two, in which Strider (at the time), was intrigued by your reserved nature; his patience allowed you to open up at your own pace. In which, you did open up quite a bit, seeing as Strider respected your independence and your strength.

He saw you as someone who valued solitude as much as he did.

During the day or two that you travel together, Strider becomes a steady and calming presence in your life, offering his wisdom and encouragement when you are feeling uncertain.

Your travels, overall, were a mix of peaceful and comfortable silence, and learning from one another.

You didn't see Strider after that until you began staying in Rohan.

The reunion was lovely, and a hug was shared.

Upon remeeting, you learned that he was Aragorn, the soon-to-be King of Gondor; which surprised you, but it made sense; he got that vibe.

During his time at Rohan, he makes sure to check on you when he can.

And when he does, it's mostly after you get back from a walk, in which, he admires your dedication to walking great distances, often marveling at your endurance and determination.

When he can, and when you are able, you both like to sit and catch up, retelling the stories of your ventures in the wild.

Overall, you both have the same love for reading, stories, the wilderness, and solitude.

~~~

My Hero Academia;

Nezu -

You met Nezu at the nearby bookstore where you had been reading at a table near the corner, having found a new horror book that you couldn't wait to bring home, so you just started reading then and there.

Nezu had entered the bookstore, looking for something in particular, when he spotted you, your quiet focus caught his attention.

He hated interrupting your reading, but upon seeing the small pile of books beside you, well, he had to immediately introduce himself and ask if were looking for a job.

You were confused and skeptical, wondering why he would just walk up to you, a stranger, and ask you to work for him.

However, his warmth and curiosity quickly put you at ease as he apologized and explained.

That's how you got your job at U.A. High School as the new librarian.

Nezu loves your open mind and willingness to dive deep into meaningful topics, so he often asks if you would like to observe one of Aizawa's lessons.

He also appreciates your ability to approach things analytically while staying kind.

During breaks, he loves to engage with you in thought-provoking conversations.

He enjoys your morbid humor and surprises you by having a dark streak of his own - his laughter at your jokes is contagious.

He also often lets you eat in his office if the break room gets too overwhelming, in which, he makes you some tea if you so want it.

Sometimes he likes to ask for song recommendations.

Nezu invites you to play strategy games, enjoying how your quick thinking and creativity make every match exciting.

Nezu loves your advice and always is willing to listen to you if you have any concerns or any good ideas.

He ensures you have access to resources for your daydreaming and solitary hobbies, always encouraging your creativity and independence.

~~~

Supernatural;

Charlie Bradbury -

You met Charlie at Comic-Con which your friend dragged you to.

You were hanging out over at the horror corner, where you had already bought a couple of posters featuring classic horror characters like Frankenstein, Swamp Thing, and Dracula.

Charlie had been wandering about, when she spotted you and had to compliment your hoodie, which had your favorite horror character on it.

Quickly, her bubbly personality and her nerdy charm drew you out of your shell.

She also complimented your tattoos and asked you what your favorite horror movie was; in which you replied that one of your favorites was 'Annihilation.'

Before you knew it, you were laughing, having a good time, and swapping movie recommendations.

You soon found yourself spending time with Charlie outside of Comic Con, and outside of just texting.

You both would either meet up at a coffee shop or nearby park to either eat and talk or walk around and talk.

Charlie adores your morbid humor and matches it with her own playful sarcasm, leading to endless banter.

She loves how fiercely you care for those close to you, often reminding you to take care of yourself, too.

She loves to try and bake things to give you just because; cookies, cupcakes, and so on.

You bond over shared interests in gaming, books, and movies, often geeking out together over the latest horror releases.

She loves to join you for horror marathons.

Will love jamming out with you, anytime.

Your casual, practical style is something she admires, and she’d occasionally suggest adding a geeky pin or patch for fun. For holidays or birthdays, she loves gifting you fun horror-themed clothing, like shirts, more hoodies, or comfy socks.

You and Charlie have regular gaming nights, complete with snacks, laughter, and the occasional (friendly) competition.

She’s always there to cheer you up after a tough day, using her humor and enthusiasm to brighten your mood.

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beeeinyourbonnet · 10 months ago

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I've only ever watched Robert Carlyle in ouat! What are your go to recs of other things he's been in?

Hope you're having a good day 💖💖💖

Oh man okay. I'm just gonna try to list everything I've seen (and please keep in mind that I haven't seen many of these things in forever):

-Hamish MacBeth: actually an amazing show, 100/10, so fucking good. I recommend watching at least the first ep or two with subtitles because the brogues are THICC xD -Formula 51/The 51st State: Second on the list bc I literally just finished rewatching it, it's actually a really great dark comedy action flick. Be warned, there are two scenes of excessive blood but it's otherwise not too violent. -California Solo: I remember this being very good and very sad. But he loves to play a SadBoi, so. -The World is Not Enough: In general, I don't love Bond movies, but this is a pretty fun romp. The plot is somewhat convoluted, but I love Renard???? He's just. Yes. SadBoi anarchist. -Dead Fish: Can I say this is a good movie? No I cannot. But it's so fucking fun. It's so bad. But Bobby is SO good in it. Like, every individual thing in this movie is good, but somehow they put it together and created a disaster??? It does some things that I find super narratively interesting and with some tweaking, it probably could have been an amazing movie. Maybe if Tarantino made it. But like. Danny Devine???? My love. My boy. Not a SadBoi, surprisingly. If you watch the trailer, you'll get an idea of how whatthefuck this movie is. I have seen it many times and, watching the trailer, I was still somehow like what is the plot of this movie.

-The Full Monty: Just a really good movie. Highly recommend. That is next on my rewatch list.

-Stargate Universe: IIRC, I watched about half of one season of this and didn't really love it. He was phenomenal in it, ofc, but otherwise...meh. I would rewatch it but I now watch all the other Stargates and I know this will only disappoint me x] He is a SadBoi scientist, tho.

-The Tournament: Nothing groundbreaking but, from what I remember, a solid movie! Bloody and violent. SadBoi priest. tw: a pet dies, I believe.

-Plunkett and Macleane: I remember this movie being SO fun and now I can't find it anywhere. Very unhappy about that.

-Ravenous: I wanted to add this because I know a lot of people really love it and it seems right up my alley re: dark comedy, but I am too Scared to watch it, so do with that information what you will. It is a horror comedy, I believe.

I have also watched Priest but I found that movie deeply upsetting because it contains quite a bit of CSA and I don't recommend it. Human Trafficking is also deeply upsetting, obviously, and I don't really remember it being great but I am also pretty sure I only made it through half. Annnd I haven't seen Trainspotting but it was award-winning so if that's your cup of tea, I feel confident recommending it (it is absolutely not my cup of tea xD).

So uh. There you go! The longest list ever xD

#robert carlyle #bearrycool

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weaselbeaselpants · 3 months ago

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Lorch opened her big stupid mouth again and decided to lean into "addicts are all awful and deserve to die" territory. How adorable.

My father functionally drank himself to death after he finally drove us away for good with his constant rage sessions, bouts of anger, stalking, suicide baiting and threatening us with guns, and all of this after a period of hightened emotional and verbal abuse we were subjected to after the death of my grandmother which lead him to self-medicate even harder than he already did throughout my whole life. I get really pissed at the idea that drugs, ANY drug or substance, can "save" you. It can't. You have to save you and self-medication can kill and does kill. It ruined my life because it ruined my dad's life and it ruined his immune system to where he died of bronchitis. I know from watching my dad's brother, my uncle, who did do HARD drugs and had the same issues as my dad, that hard drugs are easy to get into after you keep clearing hurtles to escape pain/feel higher, and then DANGEROUSLY hard to escape from. No Lily I didn't need Requiem for a Dream and Trainspotting to tell me that though I've heard from people that both those movies are disturbingly accurate about heroine, which is horrifying. No one should go through what happens in those stories and they sure as hell shouldn't be blamed/shamed/treated like 'filth' for being in that position at all.

The thing is, people are responsible for themselves. Not taking prescriptions right is bad. ALWAYS talk with a psychiatrist they are literally there to hear how you're doing on your drugs; never drink/smoke/toke and drive or handle machinery. It is absolutely not worth it get your friend or family to do it PLEASE even if they're annoying (at best) and chast you for that. If there's any way in which weed can directly kill you -Lily- it's through this. Wait till you're home; I'm not telling you this crap because I'm your mom, stranger on the internet reading this. I'm telling you this as a person with my own vices who lives around other people with their own vices; take care of yourself as best you can. You can do better, but you can never be perfect and that's okay. Don't abstain from stuff you can't quit but please be responsible. And godspeed to people dealing with addictions to hard drugs. I wish you the best - you can do it and as impossible as it may seem you will find the things you need in life to escape your pain without your addiction. I wish...so much that vibes and prayers and good thoughts could do more for you; especially the people dealing with drugs and homelessness right now which is SO MANY in my county alone. My government is screwing you over. You deserve to live and you ought to have your story told no matter what.

Anyway fuck you six ways to sunday Lily Orchard in the name of HUMANITY. You miserable, awful woman- wishing death and eugenic talk onto addicts for the crime of being an addict. You're the kind of person who doesn't just get uncomfortable+scoot away at a clearly tripping person on the bus, you actively say vile things abt them under your breath and scream at them if they even come near you. You have no empathy. I pray to god you never come across a homeless person. You must think the same backward garbage about them too.

Also speaking of vices and lecturing people on them, I find all this rich coming from the woman who wrote incest-laden cp left and right in her heyday, blames other people for it and very likely has accounts full of visual cp under your sockpuppets. I don't drink, smoke or take heavy drugs myself, Lily. But, just looking at what your good old friend Tara (who is not Sai. We both know this I don't even like Sai and I know it's not Sai) has hidden on the web I kind of want to now just to get those images outta my mind. "Quit at anytime/just NOT do the dangerous this" clearly doesn't apply to you. Predator.

#cw: trauma #cw: trauma dump #psa #lily orchard #leave addicts alone #they literally have SO MUCH MORE going on in their life #If they're gonna be lectured at least have it be through caring people rather than a soulless bitch who thinks you can 'stop' easily

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bonesfucker3000 · 4 months ago

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my star trek dreams are wild dawg-

tw: drug usage (specifically heroin) and drug overdose

So, like 3 or 2 months into my Star Trek obession I had a dream, Star Trek related ofc; It was set in the AOS universe, post-Into Darkness, and Kirk was really stressed and just needed to relax being the Captain and all that, so he decides the best way to relax is to SHOOT UP FUCKING HEROIN. So he shoots it up, slightly graphic, similar to how it's shot in the film Trainspotting (such a goated movie btw)...Well it backfires and he basically overdosed- Bones walks in, you know, wanting to check up on his friend since he knows the stress and responsibility is eating him from the inside. Bones finds a practically overdosed Kirk, limp on the ground, Bones picks him up, cradling Kirk like a child and starts bawling his eyes out at the sight of his best friend basically overdosed on heroin- then Kirk smiles like an absolute moron, being all like hey I am fine hehe no need to worry in a raspy and quiet voice. Bones just flips at him and starts screaming how he is not fine etc etc but still cradling him and bawling his eyes out even more. Spock hears the commotion wondering what the hell is going on, he sees Bones crying and shouting at a limp Kirk who is still smiling trying not reassure Bones and Spock falls onto his knees, basically curling into a ball and has a mental breakdown, crying his eyes out and being on the verge of screaming on top of his lungs since he saw his t'hyla going through a drug overdose...

And this is what I get for being obsessed with Star Trek and Trainspotting

(Really sorry if it is written like a mess, writing always has been a weakness for me)

#star trek #star trek aos #star trek kelvin timeline #captain kirk #james t kirk #s'chn t'gai spock #spock #leonard bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #I swear to god I am a normal and functioning human being-

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ghastlyfilters · 3 months ago

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your buddy misses you | al capone

pairing; none. just a little fic about al and his son.

a/n; this has been in my drafts for AGES despite my current interest being trainspotting. also i hope this is accurate to the actual 1930’s!! (i try my best to study well when it comes to history) the only thing that isn’t accurate is we know that the real sonny was only partially deaf, so i’m not exactly sure why boardwalk made him fully deaf. but seeing as this is a boardwalk fic, i’ll just roll with it.

plot; al is in deep thought whilst in his prison cell, listening to a familiar song that once made him smile so long ago. now it fills him with a great amount of sadness. meanwhile sonny is at home, missing his father.

gifs not mine!! (creds to fancykraken)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF IMPRISONMENT, DECLINING HEALTH, ANGST OR GRIEF AFFECT YOU!!

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The harsh static of the rather fine radio Al kept in his cell filled the area, agitating him.

He was already in a foul mood. Well, not that he was ever jumping for joy in this place, anyhow. But tonight was one of those nights he truly felt alone.

Usually, having alone time in prison was all Al ever wanted nowadays. His mind had became so lost that he constantly thought everyone was out to get him, or they would be daring to challenge him.

The Syphilis had really taken its toll, and quite frankly he’d turned into a completely different man. Even before getting put in here, he had either been heavily coked up or average thoughts he should’ve remembered had been practically slipping his mind quicker than they should’ve.

Not to mention the withdrawals. Jesus. He’d gotten almost everything he wanted in here. Including the luxurious cell he found himself sat in. But that familiar white powder he craved so dearly was where the foot had been put down.

Al would never admit it, but he was ill. Fucking ill.

It hadn’t even been this bad in Atlanta. In fact, his time and wellbeing in Atlanta were relatively okay. But things had gone downhill since Alcatraz, and he knew it.

His health was awful. And when the psychiatrist he’d been forced to see in here told him that both his psychical and mental health were suffering, he almost gave her scars much too like the own ones that dragged down his face and upper neck.

They wanted to run too many damn tests for his liking to see if the Syphilis had improved after the injections despite his multiple denials, but in the end he was just seen as a stubborn bastard, so they hadn’t updated anything just yet.

Now they’d began to think he was a looney tune and briefly spoke about sending him to the psychiatric part of the prison. Some had said he was beginning to develop the mind of a twelve year old rather than a man in his thirties. And Al was furious.

Despite his health being the way it was, he didn’t care. He really did not care. He would’ve preferred to be back free once again and continued on to hide his health from those who didn’t need to know about it. Even his wife..

Even Sonny.

Sonny. The one name that still put a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

He missed his son dearly. More than the coke. More than sitting in the Lexington Hotel getting folk to run around wild for him. He just missed Sonny more than anything really.

His boy had bloomed into a fine young gentleman. And Al was ready to slit the throat of anyone who dared to call him both deaf and dumb. Sure, Sonny might’ve been deaf. But the boy was far from dumb.

He was so different to his father. And instead of being hurt by that, Al was so proud of him. He wasn’t sneaking off despite his hearing loss and getting up to all sorts on the streets like Al did.

No. Sonny was the type who liked to sit in his own company, innocently reading a book and not bothering a soul.

Al certainly made sure his love for Sonny never went unnoticed. He’d wrote him so many times after being locked up, and every word that was put on that piece of paper was well and truly heartfelt. He loved his boy so very much. He couldn’t give two shits about how cruel others thought he was. When it came to Sonny, his heart only bled with fatherly love.

His attention was drawn back to the same crackling static that hissed from the radio once again. So much for it being the best version anyone could get for now.

Each whiny crackle that came out made Al want to scream and bang on the walls like the maniac they all thought he was. It didn’t take long before his temper overcame him once again, his fists now clenched. He had them shut so tight he swore he almost felt his blood flow momentarily change.

“DAMN YOU!” Al spat angrily, picking up a small wooden cup filled with pens and launching it at the radio with a loud crash.

It hit the floor, but it didn’t break. The static had finally quietened down. Then it stopped at last.

Al collapsed onto his bed with a sigh of relief, glad he’d let go of all the anger bubbling inside him. But he paused, and his eyes were drawn back to the radio once again.

Instead of static, the start of a song started to play. But not just any song. An all too familiar tune Al had cherished for a specific reason for the past few years now.

Life is a book that we study

Some of its leaves bring a sigh

There it was written, my Buddy

That we must part, you and I…

He lay on his back, closing his eyes. And for what felt like the first time in ages.. a big smile made its way onto his face.

Oh, Sonny..

Sonny Capone was comfortably sat back in his chair at a desk in the corner of his room. His nose was buried into another book again. One that he was enjoying a lot, actually.

Reading was probably one of the only things he still did like doing nowadays. When.. he left.. Sonny lost a lot of interest in taking part of hobbies he once adored doing before. This didn’t go unnoticed. If anything, it hadn’t helped with the stress Mae had already been faced with. Everyday she worried for her son and the toll all of this must have been taking on him.

Nights are long since you went away

I think about you all through the day…

The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he read through the paragraphs, thoroughly entertained by the story he was reading.

But soon enough, that small smile on his face became a sad frown. His eyes skimmed through paragraphs, and he then looked away, closing the book.

One of the characters had briefly mentioned the pain of missing someone. And it had actually annoyed Sonny whilst reading it. He hated being reminded of that feeling. It was constant.

He felt that way when he went to sleep, then woke up the next morning. And all throughout the day. Then the cycle repeated itself over and over. He didn’t need some stupid book to tell him what that was like. He knew. Oh.. he knew.

My buddy, my buddy

Nobody quite so true…

The night his father never came home gutted him. He had been briefly prepared by Al, but it didn’t stop the pain. And seeing his name in the papers the next morning was even worse. His mother’s cries from that day would forever haunt him. Yeah, she was expecting it too, but poor Mae had worked herself up to that very moment of finding out he’d been found guilty. Her anxiety was through the roof.

Didn’t stop the paparazzi scumbags from surrounding them in public too. Sonny was beyond furious that day. He’d sworn he felt his father’s rage overcome him for a moment.

Sonny closed the book and chucked it to the floor. Perhaps reading wasn’t helping as much as he thought. The boy exhaled slowly, and closed his eyes for a moment. He had a quick flashback within the depths of his mind. One that made him smile.

He remembered all the times his father had played the mandolin for him as a child. Despite not hearing it, he still found watching his father playing an instrument comforting.

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand

Just long to know that you understand…

There was one time that really stuck out to him. He’d been getting picked on at school, and back then he never understood why. His father had tried to teach him how to fight, but it just made his little mind spin with confusion. And in result, the boy just cried. So to make it up to him, Al pulled out that same mandolin again, awakening Sonny from his slumber.

The only way he knew his father was singing was touching his throat to feel the vibrations of his vocal cords. It was either that, or Sonny had to pay very close attention to Al’s lips. But actually being able to feel his father sing rather than hearing it, was surprisingly more comforting than anything.

My buddy, my buddy…

Your buddy misses you.

Sonny opened his eyes from the memory, wiping a stray tear that had fallen onto his cheek.

Oh, Dad..

#boardwalk empire #al capone boardwalk empire #al capone #sonny capone #my writing #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #stephen graham #alphonse

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parttimesarah · 1 year ago

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💜My immediate thoughts on WWDITS FX S5E3💚

* Yana Gorskaya always directs the BEST Nandermo episodes!

* I love that we got a fresh, more subtle, “SeanaaAaAaAAy”

* Guillermo’s interview sitting in his footlocker is so sweet! It’s a reminder that Nandor bought him something he really wanted and that Nandor is responsible, in this small way, for helping Guillermo feel more like a vampire.

* Guillermo standing behind Nandor when Sean and Charmaine are in the fancy room is just a subtle reminder of how dedicated Guillermo remains to Nandor. He is not abandoning him.

* I WANT BOTH OF THOSE SEAN SHIRTS!

* AWWWW Nandor, your crush is showing, bb!

* Guillermo’s super speed was… lacking. He seems less strong than when he was slaying/bodyguarding in S2, 3, and 4. Maybe it’s because he is further away from being his true self. Laszlo saying that the turning has been “stymied”, to me, lends credence to the idea that Nandor’s blood could kickstart its completion. Guillermo will come into his full strength when he is finally united with Nandor for eternity.

* I gotta admit, it feels a bit like they just needed to find something for Natasia to be doing. I think she did a great job with the physical performance, but I don’t know how much her/the doll’s story here was needed.

* “Soft after two pumps”, Nandor? Could it be because you’ve just been thinking of Guillermo (the djinn’s wish) while not being with Guillermo. That issue will go away 👏 once 👏 you 👏 are 👏 with 👏 Guillermo!!!

* Nandor demanding he “is wanted” as a reason to spend time with Guillermo (and Laszlo) during their experiments was so telling. Like he needed to hear Laszlo say he is a powerful hypnotist to be happy, he needs to audibly hear that he is actually wanted, even if he’s the one saying it. Guillermo saying “I chose you. I want you.” is going to make this babygirl cream his jeans velvet robes.

* Nandor looking at Guillermo before saying he can fly higher than Laszlo is another obvious tell that he is only concerned with Guillermo’s opinion of him. He is searching for that validation!

* “Grey Boy” is such a good nickname for CR 😂

* Laszlo calling Guillermo “dear boy” is a huge compliment when you consider how their relationship in the series began. Laszlo may not show it (cuz it takes him a long time to show his emotions), but he does care for Guillermo’s wellbeing.

* Awwww Laszlooooo, look at you out living your best beach boy life! I’d say that red face’s sunburn would be worth it! It is interesting that Laszlo is able to take strength from Guillermo. Sure, it’s something Guillermo doesn’t sacrifice anything to give away (just some hours on the treadmill), but the metaphor of using Guillermo’s self-defined weakness (he hasn’t been turned well enough, he isn’t vampiric enough) to help bring a vampire joy is actually quite lovely

* Nandor admitted it! OMFG! I was SO ready for him to deny deny deny that he was just trying to impress Guillermo but HE DIDN’T! Honestly, I still can’t believe it.

* Not the TikTok trainspotting guy Nandor Cam 😂. As I watched Nandor slowly going further and further up, I kept trying to imagine what he was saying to himself in his mind. It had to be something about wanting to outshine Laszlo so that Guillermo will stay with him forever. And then maybe his (usually blissfully empty) mind would have led him to say “Well, there is one way I could make sure we’re together forever…”

* Charmaine’s face when Laszlo said how much Sean has tried to kiss him. 👀 Might we see a jealous Charmaine??

* Naked Nandy! GOOD LORD! Thank you writers. Thank you, Yana.

* What does the Guillermo cough with the smoke mean?! It might have just been his breath in the cold, but it really looked like a bit of smoke or steam escaped him upon seeing his master naked (and with the djinn-dick). He still protected his Master though, even with the surprise, and that tending behavior was sweet. **UPDATE: I don’t watch with subtitles, so I missed the fact that Guillermo said “Oh my God” and then he coughed some smoke. That’s so perfect!**

* The jalopy lives and it looked great! But the best part of the parade was seeing Guillermo being so cute and happy. Yes, he’s owning his identity, but he also knows that Nandor will literally go to space for him!

* And as for that end credits scene…Nonononononononononononononono

#what a rollercoaster #wwdits s5 spoilers #wwdits s5 #wwdits s5e3 #I am overall LOVING this season so far #I do hope Nadja’s plot gets more grounded #but the Nandor-Guillermo-Laszlo dynamic is ON POINT #this was THE most Nandermo-heavy episode EVER!#THANK YOU YANA!!!!#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #wwdits fx #nandermo

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porcelainplummet · 25 days ago

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tag game yaaay ^-^ tagged by dearest shi hiii!!! thanks for tagging me

Last song: man at the garden by kendrick lamar <3

Favorite color: BLUE <3 always

Last book: presença de anita (anita's presence). rewatched the show so i read the book also. super good, writing is amazing.

Last movie: trainspotting. always the beloved

Current obsession: silco's hair when he was young. uh jinx. and jayce on his knees. just arcane in general

Last show: uuh arcane. love s1, s2 could be so much better

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SWEET. i have a sweet tooth

Relationship status: single

Last google search: anatomy of drowning. it was for science i was Writing

Looking forward to: CHRISTMAS!! i want to eat the food and although i hate my family they make really nice sweets and i decided to watch grinch this year so!!!

tagging @sirghostheart @gorotic @prairietrashdotcom and whoever wants to do it

#tag games

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dballzposting · 11 months ago

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i feel inclined to add on to that ask abt movies (cuz i love watching movies).

Trunks to me speaks to me as a person who at one point expected the stuff he watches to change him a little. To help him think in a different perspective and challenge his preconceptions or. SOMETHING. hes the kind of guy to try to watch movies like 2001 space odyssey but by the end of it, just looks up the ending explained. he has to try to get anything out of it. I don't think he liked trainspotting. I don't think he knew what to make of The Shining. Trunks would almost certainly try to not get bored at the beginning of Pulp Fiction (the bulk of that movie is talking). But he'll still go see movies in theaters or watch whatever he's got laying around in the house though.

He thinks he's watching movies to gain something but tbh ? Trunks has been watching movies all his life, and it might just feel rly weird to suddenly. not to. If that makes grammatical sense. I think it just gets too quiet in his house. His mom's always working on something in her lab, vegeta's always in his training room, etc etc. so he puts em on to chill. Even if he doesn't really get them sometimes. Bulma seems like the type to do the same thing while she works, maybe he gets it from her.

That's probably why watching movies with goten is so interesting though. He can really get to the core of what it's trying to say, engage with the story and themes on a meaningful level and come up with his OWN well constructed analysis with an infectious enthusiasm reminiscent of the way Gohan talks about entomology.

And Goten, country bumpkin that he is, probably hasn't even seen more than MAX 30 movies in his life (ever) besides whatever soaps his mom leaves on. he's glad trunks invites him over to watch this stuff. At the end of analyzing whatever film they saw I think he'd be like Waow. That was so cool Trunks thank you for showing me this :-) can I borrow this dvd and never give it back and Trunks will be like yeah man thats cool I'm glad you liked it so much. I have a bunch more laying around it's whatever. (He found a lot of these movies in this "guest" room he's never really been inside of. It still has a lot of stuff from before he was born.)

I think that's so interesting.. that Trunks is familiar with the elements present in film but because it's familiar, it's harder to parse how or why these elements are meshed together to make the whole. he's just "watching" them without really thinking about anything and as such, doesn't gain anything.

But because Goten isn't accustomed to watching movies all the time, he can look with unclouded eyes. Not just watching, but observing and taking all of it in.

Its the difference between hearing and listening if that makes sense.

(One last tidbit which isn't super important. I mentioned earlier a guest room. It was yamcha's. When he moved out, he didn't really take a lot of things with him, choosing to leave some of his clothes and most of his movies behind. Bulma probably told him that he could just leave his stuff there in case he ever wanted to visit. The only movie he bothered to take with him was Caddyshack. For some reason. Why)

peace 🌷

I mean this as a kindly reminder and I'm saying this to everyone: you can always make your own post / reblog the post in question in order to add on to it. You can get your name out there. Look alive... It's showtime. I mean I will always faithfully post asks (I cannot guarantee in a timely manner) but never forget your options there.

(For instance perhaps posting your own words on your own post stands to grant them more respect, rather than forcing them through the filter of somebody else's input in order to be posted - as is the reality of sending asks. I can tell when someone really cares, and I appreciate that, and I try to be faithful to that, but I also like to babble. Maybe some posts ought to be stand-alone?)

(Gotta raise my glass to this though becasue i found out today [I would have found out a week ago if I had bothered to check my email] that I may or may not be helping my school start a film club so TBH i gotta appreciate this ..... and I gotta respect the grinde.... It's funny thouhg because you know I actually hate watching movies. When the time comes I ought to come back to you and the other user for recommendations. Well anyway back to the ask)

OK Well this is some real shit you just said. I fully agree. It coheres with what was already said although with some extra sensitivity ...

Reposting this segment for a TL;DR becasue I thought it was an elegant conclusion:

Trunks is familiar with the elements present in film but because it's familiar, it's harder to parse how or why these elements are meshed together to make the whole. he's just "watching" them without really thinking about anything and as such, doesn't gain anything. But because Goten isn't accustomed to watching movies all the time, he can look with unclouded eyes.

I mean really it all comes down to Trunks being a Modern CityBoy; he's used to background noise, he's used to mindless entertainment. Goten doesn't have things in his life that are meant to be taken for granted, though, so that just makes him overall more attentive and appreciative.

That's the greater discussion here ... A veiled call for action for us all to try to look with fresh eyes upon our own lives ....

Really, If Trunks isn't taking to the creative storytelling aspect of it, he should at least take a shining to the technological artistry. Maybe he doesn't care why or when, but he does know HOW they do what they do. That'd be swagg. But then he'd have to do research on something that isn't Minecraft related. Sighhhh

BTW Thanjk you for addsing that Caddyshack bit in there for me. Mondo appreciated <3

#dballz posting #dballz asks

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fanficdumbchic · 10 months ago

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Hey there!! Can you write another funny story about Curly Bill?

Sure thing Anon.

Curly Bill Tries for a High Class Lady (Epic Fail)

sfw - Tombstone (1996) - Curly Bill x Fem. Reader (funny) - HC

The most basic cultural references you make go right over his head, the only thing this man is completely is a fucking idiot.

He literally makes the most crass jokes about women and insists they shouldn't vote. Plot twist, he is still wholeheartedly surprised when you want nothing to do with him.

If he sees you out at the saloon, he immediately strolls up with his cringe swagger and tries to pester you. When you finally have had enough and throw a drink in his face, he turns around to his gang mates and proudly proclaims, "I told you she likes me!" This bitch is straight delulu.

Another common way you run into him in public is catching a glimpse of him passed out in the filth behind the saloon, whimpering about how he's an 'alpha male' and women aren't smart enough to recognize it. He's a one man podcast among the trash bins (where he belongs).

One night after Bill tries again to woo you (unsuccessfully of course), Johnny Ringo approaches and asks you to play along just a little because his friend 'really needs a win'. You refuse and Ringo completely understands.

One night in the saloon during an opium-shortage, Bill literally passes out on the floor having violently shit himself. (It's like that scene with Spud in Trainspotting except Bill 100% deserves it and no one pities him.) The bartender literally has to shoe Bill out with a push broom.

One time, an actress temporarily in town with a traveling theater group is so repulsed by Bill when he approaches her, that she has to excuse herself so she can vomit out of public view. (It was partially the smell, partially Bill himself.)

You overhear his gang talking behind his back from time to time: "God, he is so pathetic." "He is such a fucking embarrassment." "Should we just kill him and then let Ringo lead the gang?"

#tombstone 1993 #fanfic #fan fiction #x reader #funny

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daddyd0nt · 1 month ago

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I had a mental hospital stay in early fall for a few weeks that I can’t stop thinking about. It was in a high security ward for violent patients. I met two people who I sort of fell a little bit in love with and like I wish it had happened after the break up because I could have indulged it on some level without worrying about being unfaithful.

The first was a man named J who I met in a support group for SA survivors. I shared my story and he didn’t say anything but afterward he came up to me and asked to talk and I was like sure. So we sit down and he tells me he’s never told anybody before but in addition to the CSA he spoke about in group he was raped while locked up a few years back and told me it makes him afraid of sex and he doesn’t know how to tell his wife because he’s afraid she will see him as less of a man. I told him about my own sexual trauma and hang ups and how I related to not liking sex as a survivor and encouraged him to tell his wife because the worst thing she could do is reject him and if she did he didn’t want to be with a person like that anyway. I think I was the first person to tell him it was okay to be asexual. We talked a lot, about everything from trauma to rumors about horror movies that were coming out. He sat by me at every meal and we played cards a lot. I told him the stories of the books I read and even got him to read/helped him through what he said was the first book he’d picked up since dropping out of grade school in the 80s (The Butcher And The Wren, but of all the stories I told him he liked Trainspotting the most) When there was a violent incident on the ward (like a really bad one like idt anybody died I think they would have told us but it was a bloody violent scary incident where we got locked in the day room for 16 hours and a few of the staff I didn’t see after that and they sent the guy who did it upstate that night. He was a nice kid, a tall black kid just barely 18 years old who was clearly autistic and barely verbal but very friendly/funny we raced up and down the hall in our grippy socks and he was always trying to be included in jokes in an awkward but endearing way and he shadow boxed all day so we called him “Mini Mike Tyson”) I was the first person he found to check that I was okay and he always came over to me when one of the violent patients were in the room. When he freaked out and wound up in the padded cell for 2 days (we all called it “the SpongeBob room) I would literally scream through the door and so would he and we would talk like that and I’d try to keep him entertained until staff physically removed me and the second they stopped watching me I’d go back over and start the conversation back up. He said that I was unlike any other female he ever met, that I could “make people love me without being a slut”. He called me an angel. He was a good friend while I was there. When he left, he called the hospital and talked to me every day until I left, first to tell me he found a safe place to stay and then to check on me and make sure I was okay.

The other was a girl named E. She was the same age as my baby sister (just turned 21) and had been in prison since she was 17 or 18 for stabbing a girl. She’d just gotten out two weeks earlier, was kicked out of the house by her parents and tried to kill herself. I think I made her feel safe because I was big. She had a boyfriend who was my age and still in jail on heroin charges. She would fight with him on the phone screaming for hours at a time until staff disconnected the line and afterward I would hold her and stroke her hair and back while she sobbed big wet spots onto the shoulder of my Tshirt and tell her how much more she was worth and how much better she deserved. She loved early 00s rap and R&B and we danced to Missy Elliot and Brandy and Fat Joe and Ja Rule in our paper scrubs. She loved Ethel Cain and Ginger Bronson when I played them in the art room and she liked to draw bleeding angels in black ballpoint pens. She said the male guards were the scariest part of prison and that the dykes in lockup kept her safe from them. She had a tooth that shattered in her mouth from the institutional malnutrition and I argued for two days for them to take her downstairs to the dentist to get it looked at (the first day I argued for so long that they shot me up with what everybody called the “booty juice” which was Thorazine Ativan and Benadryl and as soon as I woke up I went right back up the the desk and kept arguing). She thought it was so cool that I was quitting my benzos that she quit hers too. We went into detox together and joked about our fast heartbeats and racing thoughts and overwhelming sense of doom. She didn’t have an appropriate fear of males because she had never been around them as peers in her adult life so when we danced she would get provocative until I’d take her hand and twirl her or dip her or get her to do something more chaste like that. She was trading guys for their Mac and cheese to touch her chest at dinner so I started just giving her mine every night so she wouldn’t. I shared the jolly ranchers my mom sent me with her and J. We played a version of Janga just me and her where when you made the tower fall you had to tell one of your darkest secrets. I was the first person to tell her that you can’t lose your virginity to a rape and that it happened to me too before I had sex but it doesn’t count and she said she’d felt tainted since she was 13. She was cluster B like me and had such a drive for affection and to be loved that it made her a little wild sometimes. The staff was always yelling at us because we were always posted up sort of cuddling. We joked about BBLs and abortion. I gave her my copy of Valley of the Dolls because it was my favorite book that I read during my stay and she said she didn’t know what she was going to do with herself when I got out. I told her all my wild stories from my druggy years and she said she always wanted to go to a rave and she always wanted to try acid and she’d ask me over and over again to describe trips in detail because she said I was good at telling stories. We cried together on my last day and we exchanged phone numbers but staff took the papers because you’re not supposed to make outside contacts in those kind of places. I convinced her to enter a GED program that the hospital offered because I made college sound like so much fun that she felt motivated to go. I hope she did well she was supposed to start 2 days after I left. She was an onlyfans model because it was the only way she could make money with her record and her boyfriend was acting as her pimp and we talked a lot about my own time doing SW and how my best friend was trafficked when we were in our late teens and I told her that if she had to do SW she should Findomme and gave her tips and pointers on it. My first 2 days home I was in bad benzo detox still and cried nonstop because I was so worried about her and how she’d do without me looking out for her and like if she was letting guys touch her for extra dinner again. I think about her a lot still.

I really hope they are both okay my mind goes to them a few times a day still, us killing time under humming lights surrounded by nausea-teal walls. Watching the sequel to Boss Baby on a grainy tube tv with no sound. The way they would excitedly wait for me to tell them the continuation of whatever I was reading every time I went off to read. My grandma died while I was in there and they comforted me through something that I didn’t plan to live through (I’ve said since middle school that once that grandma dies I was going to KMS because she was the only one I really couldn’t stand to hurt). I was afraid a lot of the time there but I also experienced something kind of rare and beautiful that will always stay with me. When I say my prayers at night they are in them now.

#writing #mental hospital #psych ward #love #sapphic

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