#he so silly omg. someone get him hugs and therapy

[000marie198]

You silly goober, you innocent child

Did you ever ask him what he wanted?

They are both so stupid istg silly children

[myfairkatiecat]

Team foster keefe headcannons?

YES YES YES OMG

So first, the angst

Sophie and Keefe have some hard stuff near the end of canon bc Keefe has a really hard time letting go of his urge to never trust, to separate off, to run away, and to steal from Sophie to do it (has anyone else noticed the sheer amount of times his little rogue plans involve stealing from Sophie?? Because I DEFINITELY HAVE)

There’s a scene similar to the one in nightfall where Sophie tells him off for it again but then she realizes that what he really needs to hear isn’t that he has to work as a team, but that whatever he’s thinking or planning or considering—he doesn’t have to do it alone. It can be the worst idea in the universe and Sophie won’t immediately shut him down. She’ll head him out and brainstorm with him and she PROMISES. She tells him she wants to be there for him and she can’t do it if he keeps shutting her out.

And when that seems to be working, she adds, “I promised you I wouldn’t let you mess this up, didn’t I?”

Tearful hugs.

Sophie realizes that actually being willing to listen to Keefe’s most outlandish ideas both broadens her own horizons and strengthens her connection with Keefe. Also, in some ways, it’s really helpful for Keefe as he heals from years of never even trying to be someone who could be taken seriously (because that always hurt too much. Because he’d come home to-)

For a while after the ending of canon, Keefe and Sophie spend a lot of time in the forbidden cities just… existing together. And they’re able to get therapy and a human understanding of mental health is HUGELY helpful for Keefe (not writing off abuse as a thing that doesn’t happen) but also for both him and Sophie (PTSD->insomnia and all the things)

And they’re able to heal from everything that happened in canon together. And eventually they’re able to come back to the lost cities.

And these two are freshly mentally strong and also have been around humans for a long time and they’re ready to dismantle the whole lost cities political system bc abskdhskshssj

And now they’re back to a fluffy, lighthearted Sokeefe dynamic that we all miss.

Keefe keeps up all the silly flirting and Sophie loves it.

Did I mention they’re dismantling Elvin political systems? Also matchmaking. Bye bye. Discrimination against talentless people? Twins and triplets? NO MORE. Not if Sophie and Keefe say so

They do some of this by being really huge figures from a well known rebellion that a lot of people used to hear about, sure. But also I think that as a couple they just sorta become the Elvin version of social media influencers, and become sorta this idolized power couple by the lost cities. This is how they’re able to sway public opinion, bit by bit, to question all the stupid systems the elves have

Silly fun flirty Sokeefe is back in the picture, just like they deserve.

Obviously their pasts aren’t erased

Sometimes Sophie still is kept up at night

Sometimes Keefe needs to be reminded of things

Sometimes they aren’t totally okay

But they’re better than they were. Their hearts aren’t broken in the same way. There are still scars, of course, but they’re healed.

And honestly they deserve to be a power couple taking on the lost cities injustices (oh did I mention their friends are TOTALLY IN on this part? Including their Elvin social media campaign. Biana and Marella handle their public image ofc)

Anyway this is definitely a roller coaster of angst and crack and fluff but WHATEVER HERE HAVE THE HEADCANONS!!

Thanks for the ask!

[neonmetro]

OMG AISHIRE MY BABY ???? 😭😭😭😭 I feel so bad for him ngl. . .LIKE I WILL PROTECT YOU OMG 😭😭😭😭 does she ever get the time to like, ever let out his emotions ??? I know suppressing them for a REALLY long time can lead to some very interesting actions ( like when She's overworked ). And because of everything that's happened and his extreme paranoia, has he hallucinated or hallucinates often ??? And building robots literally being his coping mechanism ??? GDHDJDJFUJF😭💞😭💞💞😭💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 I WILL LITERALLY PROTECT YOU AT ALL COSTS AISHIRE ( silly )

I can also see why she's my favorite corphead now...🙏🏽 she's such an interesting character, and the things that drive her to do the things that she does are so interesting. Someone get my baby a hug and some therapy STAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭

-paris anon

!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE HIM SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!!!!!!

aishire has got so many issues and they only have gotten worse with time, she doesn't really even let them out healthily, its usually only through destroying her own robots in a fit of rage if they aren't turning out like she wants them to turn out or chewing his thumb or scratching head until he bleeds

HE DEFINITELY HAS MET THE HORRORS FROM SLEEP DEPRIVATION AND INSOMNIA AND HE JUST KINDA SITS THERE TRYING REAAAAL HARD TO IGNORE THEM before trying to throw shit at them to get them to leave them alone (its usually a hallucination of bezaliel)

with the death of bezaliel came with the death of a lot of good things in her life I think. she just killed one of the largest pieces of her life and now she only has one of her closest friends

SHE NEEDS SEVERE THERAPY AND HER THERAPIST WILL NEED A THERAPIST AFTER EVERY SESSION

[the-cannibal]

hiya again! i would like to request a matchup, specifically for scream i'm CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH IT!! i'm bisexual so i'm ok getting matched up with male or female. i can be a little awkward and shy when i'm around strangers, mostly because i don't know what to say and i don't want to make a fool out of myself. if you stick around long enough that awkwardness and shyness goes away and i act like my true self. i'm always there for my loved ones and if they ever need help with something or need advice or to rant, i'm there to help or to listen! i usually comfort people by making them laugh or if they need a hug i'll give them one! i'm a pretty funny girl if i do say so myself 😎 i love coming up with cute and silly nicknames for my loved ones and they're more than welcomed to give me one back! as for affection, i usually go with my partner wants. if they're not that affectionate that's ok with me, but if they're super affectionate i try to be the same. i'm a laid-back person and i like to mind my own business most of the time, so i'd hate to get into fights or into confrontations, but if it's to defend my loved ones then i'll beat your ass. but if i get into a really bad argument with a friend or something i might start crying and that's just SOOOO embarrassing, because like why am i crying????? my top hobby is listening to music, i just love music there's a song for everything, so when i'm upset or mad i usually listen to music and that helps me. my fav genres are rock (oasis, blur, red hot chili peppers my beloveds <3), pop, kpop and mexican music. i'm definitely the type make playlists for my friends and partner with songs that remind me of them. i also like reading and looking for movies that i haven't watched and seem interesting. when it comes to horror movies i prefer to watch it with someone since i get easily scared but i still keep watching lmao. a horror movie i refuse to watch is chucky because he just seems so scary 😭😭 and i've had a nightmare about a possessed doll before so no thank youuu. i'm 5'5 and i kinda resemble a rabbit because of my teeth and cheeks. i think this is getting too long, so i stop right here. thank you in advance lovely ♡

YOUR SCREAM OBSESSION IS SO VALID ITS SUCH A GOOD MOVIES OMG

I was stuck between two characters to match you up with because omg they both would be so good with you!

But I ended up pairing you with…

Billy Loomis!

Someone to listen to him, comfort him, and offer advice is honestly exactly what this boy needs (plus some therapy bUT HEYYYY ITS FINEEEE-)

This boy would adore your silly little jokes. I mean cmon his best friend is Stu, so don’t be afraid to make some dumb jokes! He might make some back at you (but he honestly prefers to listen to yours rather than tell his own)

He is mixed on nicknames. On one hand he loves it when you call him your baby, love, honey, whatever. He sees it as you showing your love to him! On the other hand he gets very confused when you call him your “little meow meow” or “baby girl”… but I mean he won’t stop you. Not because he finds it funny and likes it or anything… he does

He isn’t the most affectionate person in public. The most he would do would be simple stuff such as hand holding, wrapping an arm around each other, or having you sit on his lap. So the fact that you respect that means so much to him :) but in private this boy is a clingy koala so be prepared for that

You two definitely have gotten into spitting matches with other people because y’all are so passionate in defending each other. That chill laid back personality you have MELTS -away for your man and it gets him SWOONING

And of course he is there to comfort you, wipe your tears away, and praise you while rocking back and forth and pressing gentle kissing on your shoulders

Oh as soon as you mention you like horror and prefer to watch it with someone he has made it an unofficial rule that HE is the one you watch them with. Bro is a bit dramatic and if you watch them with someone else he is lowkey kinda hurt. (But don’t worry he isn’t actually mad or anything, he’s just a baby, BUT WE LOVE HIM)

Be prepared for him to sneak up and startle you when he finds out horror can easily scare you.

But also be prepared for him to hold you and whisper comforting words when you have nightmares. Big strong Billy won’t let anything or anyone hurt you.

[artificialqueens]

Beneath the Amber Moon, Part 2 (Galactica AU Group Fic) – TheDane & Veronica

Heyyy!! Welcome to Part 2 of “Beneath the Amber Moon,” a group fic set in the Galactica Universe. Click here for Part 1and here for some background on this AU.

We hope you enjoy! Let us know what you think!

Summary: Day 2. Courtney shows up at the resort, throwing a wrench into Fame’s plans, and Violet continues to avoid all the tropical fun.

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COURTNEY: Omg finally here. I thought I was gonna die on that helicopter.

ADORE: YAY!!! I can’t wait to see you!!! I’ll be back in like 4 hours. Ish.

COURTNEY: WHAT?!

ADORE: I’m on a boat. It’s a long story. Pity me.

COURTNEY: Adore! You’re leaving me alone with these jackals?! I did not agree to that!

ADORE: Calm down, everyone loves you.

COURTNEY: What about B?!

ADORE: Especially B…;)

COURTNEY: ADORE

COURTNEY: THIS IS NOT FUNNY

ADORE: Chillax bro. It’s a vacation. Go get some lunch and a cocktail and I’ll see your sweet ass later when this hellride is over.

COURTNEY: UGHH

ADORE: TELL ME ABOUT IT

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Raja closed the door behind her. The nannies had brought the twins along for midday activities, something Raven had taken advantage of straight away to get some alone time in their bungalow. Raja saw Raven, her wife in the middle of the bed, the sheets barely covering her, her leg tugged up so Raja could see the ass she had fallen in lust with, Raven still plush and plum. Raja walked over, pushing her childrens toys aside with her feet before she sat down on the bed, Raven walking at the dip.

“Mmh?”

“Hello sleeping beauty.”

Raja smirked and leaned down, catching Raven’s lips in a kiss.

“Do I have to get up?” Raven’s eyes were still closed, though she did move closer to Raja, holding her hand out so her wife could take it, intertwining their fingers.

“We’re the only ones here.” Raja ran her free hand through Raven’s hair, the black longs almost at her hips after she had stopped modeling. “You look a mess.”

“Don’t try me, I don’t have a hair out of place bitch.”

Raja smiled. “Of course.”  Raven opened her eyes, a snort coming from her, telling Raja she clearly didn’t believe a word she was saying.

“I’m effortless.”

“Your lips and the bill I paid for them says something else my darling.” Raja smirked, her hand coming from Raven’s hair to capture her lip with her thumb. Raven moaning at the touch, though she started sucking right away just like she knew Raja liked it. “Not that I’m complaining. They are worth every penny.” Raja released her, unbuttoning her top. “These too.”

“They turned out pretty good, right?”

“You may not be effortless. But you are perfection.”

/////

Fame opened the door to the sauna. She had been fretting about having anything done to her face while in Brazil, worried they would ruin her hard work, but as Karl had laughed straight in her face, telling her it couldn’t get any worse, she had decided to give it a chance and she was more than pleased with herself that she had. She dropped her robe, the heat already getting to her.

“Hi.”

Fame turned, spotting Patrick who was sitting in nothing but a towel, his skin damp and shiny, his hair wet too.

“What are you doing in here?” Fame smiled. She had been wondering where her husband had gone to, Patrick disappearing during breakfast.

“Taking a break.” Fame sat down next to Patrick, the hot wood nearly burning her skin, but Fame had always liked an edge of pain. “Think I had a little too much to drink, so I figured I’d come here.”

Fame nodded. It wasn’t an abnormality for their group of friends to always be at least buzzed whenever they were all together, alcohol taking the place of the harder drugs they used to snort.

“It’s nice.”

Patrick moved his arm, and Fame leaned into him, their skin sticking to each other, but she didn’t mind.

“So...how do you feel?”

“Good.”

“Really?” Fame could feel Patricks huff of laughter. “I hadn’t expected that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fame sat up, looking at her husband.

“Nothing, I’m very proud of you. Seems like all the therapy has really made a difference, huh?”

“Patrick, what are you talking about, tell me right now or I’ll-”

“Oh.” Patrick’s eyebrows shot up, a flash of fear and then concern filling his face. “You don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” Fame could feel her anxiety rising with each nanosecond.

“It’s fine, love.” Patrick moved slightly, his body clearly betraying the calm in his words. “It’s just that, um...Courtney is coming. Adore mentioned it to me at breakfast. I thought-”

Fame stared at him blankly for a few seconds before asking, “Courtney Act? Why on earth would Courtney Act be coming?”

“It seems that Adore invited her-”

“Well, uninvite her! I don’t want her here for my birthday!”

“Fame.” Patrick put a hand on her leg, clearly trying to calm her down which only made her panic more. “It’ll be fine. Things have been over with Bianca for years. I’m sure everyone can be civil.”

“Civil isn’t good enough! I want my friends here, my best friends, my family! Courtney doesn’t belong in that.”

“I’d disagree.”

“She’s not family.”

“Really? Because if you ask me, having someone you can’t get rid of because someone you love loves them? That’s pretty much the definition of family.” Patrick squeezed Fame’s thigh. “Remember my Aunt Katherine at our wedding?”

“Courtney is nothing like Aunt Katherine.”

“No, but she’s coming, and you’ll have to deal with it. I promise it’ll be alright.”

/////

Courtney stood in the middle of the room, biting her lip. She had showered, changed, and spent a half hour unpacking - which was unusual. Normally she’d just live straight out of a suitcase for a week, but somehow right now, she was feeling anxious about going to join the group without Adore. Although...the water did look beautifully crystal blue, and it would be awfully nice to feel the sand under her feet.

She stepped outside onto her deck, breathing in the salty sea air, closing her eyes. She’d wrapped on her latest film project less than a week ago, and then spent 3 days in the recording studio, and this vacation was just the most perfect timing.

Even if she hadn’t fully thought through the idea of being in paradise with her ex.

Her ex, who she hadn’t seen in two years, who she still dreamed about, secretly hoping that something would bring them together again one day. No matter how many brilliant and beautiful women she met, how many times Courtney tried, her heart had never fully healed, never fully let go of Bianca.

Bianca, who happened to walk past her open window at the exact moment Courtney opened her eyes. Topless, breasts on full and glorious display as she dropped her towel and tied on a bathing suit. Courtney gulped.

She hadn’t realized how much her pulse was racing until Bianca stepped out of her bungalow a few minutes later, sunglasses in hand. Their eyes finally met, Courtney holding her breath in anxious anticipation. She wasn’t sure how Bianca felt about her being here, and she was fairly certain that the responsible thing would have been to check in before booking her room. But of course, she hadn’t done that. She’d let Adore handle everything.

Now, seeing Bianca’s face, she was 100% positive that she made the wrong decision. Bianca looked like she’d seen a ghost, her face turning nearly white, eyes bulging.

Shit. Courtney offered a sheepish little wave.

It took Bianca a few moments, but then she composed herself and strolled forward, the skirt of her maxi dress fluttering behind her.

Courtney leaned over the railing.

“Hey there…”

“Uh, hi.” Bianca looked up at Courtney with a puzzled expression. “What, uh...what are you doing here? I mean, sorry, I-”

“They didn’t tell you I was coming, did they?”

“Nope.”

Courtney cringed a little.

"I'm...Really sorry. Adore asked me to come, and she's my best friend, and we haven’t seen each other since-”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m just...surprised. Um, come here.”

Bianca climbed the steps to give her a brief, awkward hug. As much as she tried to resist following Courtney and every one of her career moves, it was nearly impossible. So Bianca, along with everyone else alive on the planet, was well aware that she’d just finished shooting a sequel to Wonder Woman, as Supergirl.

Even from that quick hug, Bianca could feel how ridiculously buff she’d gotten. She gulped, searching for something else to say. Something that wasn’t ‘pick me up and throw me.’

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Courtney said. "She said everyone was cool with it, but obviously-"

“Don’t be silly,” Bianca said quickly. “It’ll be fun.” Bianca looked like she was telling the truth, though Courtney wasn’t sure if she should trust her. “Are you coming to lunch?”

“Um...okay.”

“Okay.”

Bianca offered a smile, dimples and all, and Courtney smiled back, following her down the steps and up the path.

/////

“Courtney! I can’t believe you’re here!”

Courtney felt the brief bliss of happiness, Juju’s obvious delight at seeing her almost making up for the fact that she had gotten herself caught in the strangest situation yet. Walking to the beach with her ex girlfriend, who she hadn’t seen in two years, dressed in a bikini, to go hang out with Bianca’s friends (who she was pretty sure didn’t even like her), while Courtney’s friend had abandoned her entirely.

“Look at you.” Juju laughed, clearly surprised to see her friend. She hugged Courtney tightly, taking a step back, her hands on Courtney’s biceps. “Wow, girl. What did DC make you do? Lift trucks? Detox, look at these arms!”

Detox snorted, his wife already babbling at Courtney at how happy the twins will be when they realise she’s here, when they get back from scuba diving with Alaska and Adore.

“Courtney.” Detox held his hand out, Courtney taking it in her own. “What a surprise to see you here. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yeah, I, um....” Courtney smiled. She was clearly nervous, and Detox wanted to dig into it, and he also knew Juju would most likely murder him if he rocked the boat in any direction on this vacation...but would it really be his fault if a small wave or two came up?

“Courtney! Come sit with us!” Jinkx called, opening her arms to give her a hug.

“Jinkxy!” Relief flooded through Courtney as she extricated herself from Detox’ clutches and ran over to Jinkx.

“Hey girl! I want to know everything about Wonder Woman 2. Is Gal Gadot as hot in person as she is on screen?”

“Uh, yeah,” Courtney laughed, sitting down beside Jinkx with a grin.

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Patrick had expected the worst to happen the moment he saw Courtney walk into breakfast. Fame had taken forever to calm down that morning, his wife using nearly an hour to get ready for lunch, circling around like a tiger in a cage, and Patrick was not looking forward to the shitshow he every reason to believe would go down.

Patrick wasn’t stupid - he knew what was going on, even if Fame refused to admit it to herself. He hadn’t come to the conclusion on his own, most of his alone hours in therapy spent discussing Bianca, what she meant to his wife and how he could navigate it. Bianca never spared him a second glance, barely talked to him in fact, but Patrick loved Fame, even if they were unconventional. He would always be in her life, as long as he was able.

So of course, Patrick had expected Fame to blow up the moment she saw Bianca and Courtney, the two walking in suspiciously close together, but Fame surprised him, his wife not sparing a single glance at either Bianca or Courtney.

Instead, she continued her conversation with Isolde, the little girl sitting in her lap, examining the stones on her fingers, Fame’s hand on Patricks knee underneath the table as she told Isolde the story of each of her gems.

“Isolde, stop bothering your auntie.” Raven was sitting with Raja, leaning against her wife, the two nauseatingly in love.

“She’s not bothering me.” Fame smiled. And it was true. For now, at least, she was behaving, mesmerized by the sparkling gems. “We’re just having fun, right Isolde?”

“I love diamond!” Isolde announced, and everyone chuckled.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Raven said, holding up her mimosa.

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“Where’s Violet?” Courtney asked, looking around the table.

“She’s napping.” Sutan smiled, taking another bite of his food. “She hasn’t been feeling well since we got here.”

“Oh no! Is she sick?”

“Violet doesn’t do well in tropical climates.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.” Karl smirked, taking a drink of his beer. “She’s looked like shit since we got here.”

The comment caused Bianca to get out a guffaw of laughter.

“Karl, what the fuck?” Sutan snorted, looking at his friend with an annoyed glance.

“I’m only telling the truth.”

Sutan looked like he was just about to continue his dressing down of Karl, when Raja cut in. “She’s obviously miserable. I really don’t know why you brought her here, brother dear.”

“Because I love her?”

Raja turned her attention to Courtney, a half smile on her lips. “We went to Indonesia last year, just to say hi to the family that hasn’t seen our twins yet, and Violet was sick from the moment we got there.”

“To be fair.” Raven chimed in. “I’d like to remind you that you were we the one that insisted we all had roadside Gado-Goda and plastic bag wine.”

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“Ahem.”

Fame looked up into Courtney’s face, blood pressure rising as the blonde shifted awkwardly. She plastered on her biggest, warmest smile.

“Hello, Courtney.”

“Hi, miss...um…” Why did Courtney always turn back into a stammering, self-conscious 21 year old around Fame?

“Umh.”

What should she even say? Despite Adore’s assurances that everyone was thrilled that she was coming, it was abundantly clear that Fame felt quite the opposite. So Courtney cleared her throat and settled on a lame, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, dear.”

“And um...thank you for letting me tag along.”

Fame smiled again. So they were pretending that she’d had a choice in the matter? Well, fine. Fame could play. Especially when she sensed Bianca’s presence so close by.

“Of course, darling.” Fame touched Courtney’s arm, giving an Oscar winner performance of someone who cared. “We’re just so blessed to have a movie star grace us with her presence.”

If prayer worked, a hole would open up on the beach and swallow Courtney right up.

“Th-thanks…” With nothing else to add, Courtney backed away, nearly running to get back to Jinkx’ side.

Bianca leaned over Fame’s shoulder, softly mimicking her voice. “We’re just so blessed-”

“Oh hush.” Fame shivered, Bianca’s breath hot against her ear. “I’m doing my best.” Fame bit her lip, annoyance eating away at her.

Bianca dumped down next to her, rolling her eyes, the same strange vibe radiating from Bianca.

“So. Courtney’s here.” Bianca said to her, trying to keep her voice low. “That’s fun,”

“Fun? Is that what you call it?” Fame asked, adding in an equally quiet but furious voice, “I can’t believe you. This is my birthday, and it’s not like I bop along to whatever pop trash she puts on the radio. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me-”

“Didn’t tell you? I didn’t know she was coming!”

“... You didn’t?”

“No! I almost had a heart attack when I saw her!” Bianca exclaimed, then shook her head. “I’m gonna kill Adore...”

“Can I help?”

Bianca laughed, leaning a head on Fame’s shoulder. “Shit.”

“Are you gonna be okay? I know you haven’t seen her since-”

“I’ll be fine.”

Fame relaxed a bit, thinking to herself that maybe having Courtney there wouldn’t ruin things after all.

/////

{I brought you lunch.}

{You’re doing it again.}

{Doing what?}

“Speaking French.”

Violet looked up from her magazine, the stack next to her chair almost 20 volumes tall. She turned her face up, Sutan giving her a quick kiss, his lips soft against hers.

Sutan had laughed when she had cleared out a Relay at the Charles de Gaulle airport, her old backlog of unread magazines in her own suitcase. Violet tried to make time to keep up. Fashion magazines was what brought her from the New York City Ballet to Parsons, and while studying one of the biggest reasons she had learned french was so she could read L’Official, Numéro, Vestoj, and the french editions of Vogue, Elle and Marie Claire. When she had worked as Fame’s assistant, she had been able to stuff one in her purse and bring it out whenever the was a few moments of quite or waiting.In design Trixie had almost demanded they kept up. At Dior though, they rarely had a moment of not being on their feet, the dresses they produced so much more labor intense no matter if it was for the Haute Couture runway or if it was for a private client. Violet loved every second of it, loved how she was challenged, how she learned new techniques every single day watching the absolute masters of their craft in work by beading delicate patterns or pulling a single thread to make a stunning gown pop from flat fabric into the silhouette it was supposed to be.

“Oh?” Sutan looked confused for a second, before he laughed, the warm sound coming from the bottom of his chest. “I guess I am.”

“Thank you.. You didn’t have to.”

“I did.” Sutan smiled. “Can’t have you starving, right?”

Sutan sat down, and Violet sat up straight, a small smile on her face. Violet looked at the platter of food Sutan had brought her, the fruit looking delicious, though she felt scared of even touching it, another spell of nausea hitting her halfway back to the cabin after breakfast.

“Bon appetit.”

Violet sometimes wondered what it was like inside her boyfriend’s head - Indonesian, English and French all swirling around. She had no idea how he didn’t go into a near catatonic stage with all the sounds of his friends around him, Sutan easily switching to Indonesian with Raja, while Raven spoke Russian to her twins if she felt like it and even Adore and Bianca could go off in broken Spanish, both insisting they knew the language though they could barely cobble together two sentences.

Violet took a banana, peeling it slowly.

“Do you want to go to the beach?”

Violet took a bite out of the fruit, no nausea twisting in her stomach, so she took another bite, the banana sweet on her tongue.

“Ouch!” Violet looked down, Sutan smiling as he had just pinched her toe, her poor defenseless feet laying on the ottoman. “What did you do that for?”

“Are you coming?”

“Was it that good for you?” Violet pulled her foot to her, rubbing her toes. “Because I have to say I’m not very turned on.”

“I promise to inform you if I suddenly develop a fetish for pinching your toes.” Sutan already had all his things packed, his towel slung over his shoulder. “Now come on, we have to get the waves while they’re still good.”

Violet had heard Sutan perfectly well the first time he had mentioned going to the beach, but she had hoped he would have forgotten about it.

“You know I can’t swim.”

Sutan looked stunning, his hair barely styled, his skin already glowing from the sun, not that Violet had any idea how since hadn’t even been in Brazil for a full 48 hours.

“Please?”

Sutan was wearing tan khaki shorts and an open white shirt, and Violet considered for a moment if going to the beach would be worth it just to watch Sutan run around. Hadn’t Detox said something about a volleyball game? Violet was just about to agree, when she felt a small yawn sneak up on her. Besides, if she went, she’d have to change into the bathing suit she had brought with her, which she had barely even been able to look at it, too worried what her body would look like in it.

“I’d rather not.”  

“Fine.” Sutan looked almost defeated, and Violet felt a sharp sting in her heart. He leaned in, kissing her lips. “Last chance?”

“Tomorrow?”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

[yearning-and-arson]

ur opinions r so real & so is your music taste . since i dont know what else to say obligatory blorbo infodump section here -an orange (real) :D

Omg thanks!! I have a hard time articulating words about my blorbos so I will some blorbo bingos but with characters of my choosing :) I’ll do Steve Harrington (the blorbo ever) and another Nancy Wheeler because I love her so so much, and then my two favorite Riverdale characters because they’ve been on my mind 24/7 and I gotta rant about them, this post is rather long :D

Steve Harrington (THE blorbo):

He’s just simply the guy ever, silly dude with the most gender, he’s my babygirl, girlfriend material, they get all the bitches, she should be allowed to wear a skirt, need I say more? (Sadly no bingo for Steve)

Nancy Wheeler (I love her I love her I love her I love her I lo-):

Got a bingo for Nance! *pats her head* this girl can hold so much angst, she has the brain cell, she should be allowed to go insane, someone (Robin) save her from that awful love triangle, she deserves the world, i want to put her in a blender and watch her bounce around in there, I simply don’t understand how people hate her, like I respect their opinions but they’re just wrong

Now onto my Riverdale blorbos, this show is insanely unhinged but I simply can’t get enough, and for the love of god I wish they would stop traumatizing my beloveds (also I’m going to school in Jughead cosplay today because he’s simply so gender even though I do not care for him as a character)

Archie Andrews (my son):

He is but a boy, he’s a golden retriever, he’s an absolute idiot, like so incredibly stupid and unhealthily selfless (Archie son listen to me Hiram murdering all those people IS NOT YOUR FAULT), he needs sooooo much therapy, he needs to stop finding every excuse to take his shirt off (sir your father was just shot please put your tits away), i wish his relationship with Veronica was more than just them having a short conversation then fucking (it’s seriously so annoying I have to skip through so many sex scenes, they could be so cute but they don’t do anything except for that and it pisses me off), I love him <3, He simply doesn’t know how to human, he’s trying his best, I want to hug him so fucking badly, got a bingo for my boy

Betty Cooper (the love of my life):

GET THIS GIRL SOME FUCKING THERAPY!!! REAL THERAPY NOT JUST REFILLING HER ADDERAL! This bitch is so fucked up it’s not even funny, her dad’s a serial killer, she got sent to a corrupt nunnery and drugged, all of her tuition money was given to the cult her fucking mom’s in, she is held to wayyyy too high of expectations and definitely has body issues, internalized homophobia and heteronormativity has this girl in such a tight grip (she’s lesbian and asexual), like the whole first episode of the show is her forcing herself to be in love with Archie and then she has her sexual awakening via Veronica Lodge (don’t even get me started on how gay those two are for each other), I really wish her and Jughead were just besties because I simply do not like them romantically (they are mlm/wlw solidarity and in a qpr), she is on my mind always, I really just want to hug her like she is so fucked up, I am so incredibly gay for her like I would not mind if she held a stake to my throat and threatened to murder me, her in the midnights club episode of season three is like one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen she is just so pretty

Alright that’s the end of my rant, I’m sure there’s some more thoughts up in my brain, but this is it for now! I noticed that my blorbos from both these shows are a bisexual himbo and a badass traumatized asexual lesbian who date at some point in the show but I don’t like them together. Interesting.

[tipolover22]

An AU where Branch is a human and Poppy is still her adorable troll self!!

OMG I thought of a beautiful AU (it's not really beautiful, it's really horrific, but still) Where Branch is this teenager who suffers from dysthymia and paranoia because, when he was around seven, he had been singing a wonderful song for his parents so loudly, they didn't hear anyone opening the front door, too busy enjoying their son's concert. His parents were killed by the intruder and, for some reason, the intruder let him live. Branch was found the next day crying in a closet and covered in blood by his grandmother, who had promised to come that day. Ever since then, Branch has been in the custody of his grandma and can't go a day without worrying something like that might happen again, so he has a bunch of traps around his grandma's house (sort of like in home alone) that only he and his grandma know about and he carries a taser with him just in case. I imagine that his grandma lives in a house surrounded by nothing but forest and the closest neighbor is 2 miles away, so Branch's biggest fear is someone could come through the forest to intrude their house and kill them and it would be weeks before anyone noticed because he didn't have any friends other than his therapist, if he could even call her that, and his grandma never really had anyone over. And he turns the basement into a panic room should anything ever happen. He has food stocked down there to last him and his grandma for five years and nice comfy beds to stay in. He is taking medication for both his illnesses and has a schedule for Talk Therapy, which he tells his grandma is useless because he refuses to talk to a stranger. He does it anyway because she tells him it will help and she's the only person in the world that he trusts. All these things often get in the way of his social life and that's why he has no friends. Everyone at school sees him as gloomy and aggressive except this one darn group of overly preppy teens that don't know the concept of personal space and are sometimes the causes of his breakdowns because he refuses to tell anyone the real reason he doesn't like to be touched. Poppy is a seventeen year old and the princess of her troll village. She loves to sing and dance and hug and the one thing she loves more than that is her citizens, who she does whatever it takes to make sure they are happy. One day, she insists that she go to Bergen town alone after a whole ordeal that happened when she was just a baby. There used to be a thing called Trollstis, a holiday where Bergens would eat trolls to feel happy, but that stopped seventeen years ago when her father, King Peppy, helped them all escape from that life. Apparently, the new king of the Bergens had found something he was sure was happiness in a  relationship with a nice girl and he wanted his people to be able to feel that. So he sent out a search party to find the trolls and make peace and to hopefully have them teach them to be happy. It was a little scary for the trolls at first, hiding at the first sight of a Bergen. But it all went well when Poppy was the first of them all to come out of hiding and talk to the Bergen and accept the invitation if a peace party between the two rulers. Her father was reluctant to let her go alone, but he gave in eventually. On the way to Bergen town, she met this weird cloud that helped her find out which root tunnel lead to the troll tree, as she was using the map that had been planned for the escape to get to Bergen town. He told her he would tell her if she guessed the right one. She pointed to an oddly shaped hole, it wasn't so much that it was odd, but it was a perfect circle, which really caught her eye. The cloud told her that that one wasn't it, that it, in fact, lead to another dimension. She pointed to the one next to it and he told her that that one was the correct one. She thanked him before going to have her peace party. It went very well, the two future queens hitting it off and becoming best friends in seconds, and the Bergens were eager to start their teachings right away, the Troll Tree that they once lived in watered and ready to be lived in again. On her way home to tell her kingdom the good news, she couldn't stop thinking about what that cloud said. A different dimension? So she takes the chance and goes into the perfectly circled hole only go come out of the end of it and find another forest. The  forest wasn't anything like the one she had lived in. The bark of the tree was rough and the leaves weren't as fuzzy. Out of the corner of her eye, though, there was something fuzzy. It was a creature she had never seen before (a squirrel) and she goes up to it in a friendly manner. After finding out that the creature was, indeed, friendly, she started to sing to it. On that same day, Branch had just gotten home from school and went straight to the fridge to see if grandma was home. They had a plan that Grandma Rosiepuff, as she was called, would write down a note on the Fridge's board that he had installed for this purpose if she was going out. If the board was empty, he could assume she was home and would then proceed to see if she was taking her afternoon nap. The board was not blank, though, and it left a note saying that she was visiting an old friend from her old days working as a nurse at a children's hospital. So Branch proceeded to do what he did best and check if everything was safe. He had his taser around his ankle and a small crate for when he checked the traps and an animal or two got caught in them. That's when he heard singing. He had called out to see who's there and a nice, feminine voice answered. Man or woman, she was still a threat for he was not his grandmother. He told her that she shouldn't be here, that this was private property and brought out his taser just in case. They have some small talk as they get closer to each other, Branch thinking she's human since she can talk and Poppy thinking he's a troll since he has no clue what a Bergen is. As they get closer to each other, Poppy traveling from branch to branch, leaves blocking her view and Branch traveling by foot, ducking below low branches, and they don't really see each other until Branch is about to push a low branch out of the way and one of leaves on said branch gets lifted up, revealing a small, pink thing he has never seen before and Poppy lifting up a leaf to find a creature as big as a Bergen but looks nothing like them. Her instant reaction is to take a step towards the creature and introduce herself but Branch's reaction is completely different. Out of panic, Branch hits the branch anyway, causing Poppy to fall off and scrape her ankle on a small, sharp stone before Branch traps her with his crate. Poppy is now on edge and crawls backwards as far as she can from Branch and Branch does the same to the crate. After a few moments of panicked silence, Branch finally asks her what the hell she is. She tells him that she's a troll and then proceeds to ask what he is. Branch doesn't answer for a while and Poppy thinks he didn't hear her but he really is just  thinking that he has a FREAKING TROLL trapped in a crate right now and his hand goes to his head on instinct and he thinks he's gone mad and suddenly regrets not taking his meds on those spontaneous days in the past and stands up to walk away. Poppy, seeing this, suddenly stands up and runs to the other side of the crate, no matter how much the cut hurts, and yells at him that he can't just leave her here. Branch immediately turns around and yells at her that she's not real, causing Poppy to laugh at the silly accusation and explain to him that, yes, she is real, how could she not be? And Branch starts to explain to her how trolls are just myths before realizing that he's talking to her again. Something along the lines of, “Oh my god, I'm talking to it!” Poppy is offended by the “it” comment but let's it slide because she really wants to get the hair out of this plastic cage and asks him if he could let her go. Branch contemplates this and finally decides to lift the crate so that she could be free. Maybe if she's free she'll leave him alone forever. That is not the case, though, for the second she's free, she asks him if there's anything to treat her wound. Branch, still shocked by this whole ordeal, actually does have something to treat her wound and hesitantly picks her up, with her permission of course. He's completely shocked by how trusting this creature is, he could've just smashed her now and she should be none the wiser. He brings her to his house and treats her wound using cotton swabs as she talks about her home and her species and how happy they are. She tries to goad him into talking about his species and home, but he only gives blunt answers to her questions until he finally asks one of his own; why is her blood rainbow colors? Poppy makes a comment like, “Well, duh, isn't yours?” And Branch tells her that, no, it's not. And they have a little bit more of small talk before Poppy convinces him to help her find the tree that she came from. It takes about forty minutes since they used where Branch had left his crate to retrace her steps and they're finally parting ways and Poppy realizes that she has not introduced herself at all. So she holds out a hand tells him that her name is Poppy. Branch, not really sure how to shake a hand so small just gives her finger and she takes it with a giggle. Branch tells her that his name is Ramon, but most people call him Branch. So Poppy goes through the tunnel thinking she's made a new friend and Branch goes home thinking he's lost his mind and that's all I'm giving away for the plot because I am totally f*cking writing this!! THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!!

[thediaryofalostboyworld]

Where you the one?

On the 16th December 2016, I found out that my fiance and girlfriend of 5 years and 2 months had cheated on me. Once again everything changed. 

In the 18 months after it happened, I’m still try process how I feel about it all. Somedays I wonder if I really loved her, somedays I’m happy it happened, but then somedays I want to break down over the pain and how much that I miss her. 

I did something stupid tonight, I checked her instagram account, the guy she cheated on me with she stayed with for about 9 months, then I found out they broke up and it did make me feel better. But when we split up all contact eventually ended. I did try for us to be friends, but I still loved her and I couldn’t be friends with her while she was with someone else. 

Tonight I looked on her instagram and I saw they still hang out, they’re still friends. Once again I wonder what was so wrong with me? She chose him over me as a lover and as a partner. She didn’t want to stay friends with me, yet she stays friends with him. My mind went into meltdown, I wondered if they still had sex with each other, the thought of them having sex always made me feel sick to my stomach. 

I know deep down, that we weren’t meant to be and shouldn’t be together and I don’t want to be with her, but its like the rejection still haunts me. 

I have real trouble looking back on our relationship at times, part of me feels embarrassed I was with someone like that for so long, I wonder what people must have thought of me and wondered how they really felt about her. But then part of me remembers how lovingly she would look at me and made me feel loved for the first time since my dad got stabbed. 

But what I remember most is the 16th December 2016. The honest truth. 

Things where weird, I knew something was wrong, something lingered in the back of my head, but I wasn’t ready for this. - I can’t keep calling her her for the rest of this story so I’ll name her Judy, which was a name she got called a few times when people miss heard her, which she always would have a meltdown about. 

Judy had started a new job in August, we’d recently moved home from uni and was living close to my parents. I wasn’t working at the time, I was really lost, my grandfather had passed away in September and had deeply disturbed me, but thats a story for another time. 

It was the christmas season and she had been put down to work 5 days a week, it was exhausting for her and this was going to happen for 2 weeks straight. I noticed that she’d come home, shower and go straight to bed. I didn’t really think much of it, but i just assumed she was exhuasted, when she came home I would make her tea and dinner and we still would sing to each other at night. 

We’d started a routine of singing You’re my sunshine to each other at night time before going to sleep, stupid and sappy I know, but after doing it everynight for 3 years, it was weird to go to sleep without doing it. Even when we where miles away we’d either do it over the phone or by text. 

Judy had made friends at work and I was over the moon about it. Judy didn’t have many friends, she didn’t really have any family and all her friends where mine. I was so happy that she was meeting new people and having a little life of her own, it took the pressure off me. She told me she was going out with her work friends one night and was going to stay over her friends she shared lifts with so they could go to work in the morning together. I thought it was a little odd that she would stay with her friend that only lived a mile away from us, but i just assumed they where bonding. 

This whole story happened over a 2 week period. So this night out happened the Friday of week one. I went to the pub with one of my friends and just thought i’d leave her too it, I would send the odd text, but didn’t get much response, she would just text saying “Having a great time, everyone at work is so nice, not much signal here”, which was fair the pub I was in had no signal so I just left her to her night out. 

When I got home I texted her to ask if she was back at her friends, which normal we always checked in with each other before going to bed, just to make sure each other got back safe. But no reply. I texted her the words to you are my sunshine and then sung it at her favrioute teddy, hoping that she just didn’t have signal and somehow my singing would reach her. 

The next morning I woke up at 7, still no reply, so I called her, worried that something had happened to her on the night out. She answered the phone after the 2nd ring in a panic. 

“Are you okay?”

“Ah yeah, im asleep on my friends floor, I’ve got to be quiet”

“Ah okay, are you alright? Didn’t hear from you last night”

“Yeah theres just no signal in her house”

“Ah okay, I’ll let you go, have a good day at work and I’ll see you tonight”

I suddenly thought if theres no signal, how was she talking to me on the phone? I texted her and asked for a picture of her friends horses and I started to worry, but I shrugged it off and just thought I was being stupid. 

I’ve never been a jealous or a paranoid person, I can say that with confidence and I discussed this at length in therapy, I wasn’t. 

I texted her back saying don’t worry about it, because I knew she had to get ready for work. 

I couldn’t pick her up from work that night because I had band practice in our home, so my dad did. When she came home she came in the front room where there was 5 of us rehearsing and hugged me so tight. “I missed you” she said, suddenly all my worries melted, “I missed you too, you need to text back though”. “Well I’m sorry!!” she suddenly changed, she always had a split personality, I didn’t want to cause a scene. “I’m just playing”, she then went up strairs and I got on with band practice. But I didn’t want to be down there, I wanted to be with my future wife. When I came up I wanted to hear about her night out and how work was, but she was asleep, I sang the song to her while she slept and kissed her goodnight. 

This continued till the thursday of week two. That morning she suddenly said she was staying over her friends that night, I suddenly jolted out of bed surprised considering we hadn’t hardly seen each other that past two weeks, she looked at me “What?! I like spending time with her”, her tone filled me with guilt. It must have been so nice for her to have a friend again, so I said it was fine. 

Before she left we kissed really passionatley like we had when we first meet, we hadn’t really kissed like that since we got engaged 9 months before. We texted quite abit during the day and all those fears where more or less gone. But then in the evening, nothing. 

That Friday I told one of my friends I was worried, I said I felt like Judy was becoming distant and I wondered where she really had been the night before. He started to tell me stop being ridiculous and as he said that she phoned.

“Hi, I miss you, can you come get me?”

She told me she’d gone into town with her friend, “erm, aren’t you coming back with them?”.

“No, they’ve already gone”

I thought it was odd, but I was just happy to hear from her. 

“Do you wanna meet and do the Christmas shopping” 

So she got on the bus and we went and bought christmas presents and we where back to normal. We where both big comic book fans, I had been since I was a kind and she seemed to adopt it from me. We bought a comic book dvd ready to watch when we got in. 

But there was still a niggle. 

“Are we okay?”

“What do you mean”

“Ah I don’t know, I’m probably just being stupid, but I worry you’ve gone off me”

“I love you, don’t be silly, why don’t you make us some tea and we’ll watch tv”

I went upstairs to see if she was ready and I saw her wrapping presents. 

“Sorry! Teas ready”

“Its okay I’ve wrapped yours”

 I noticed a torchwood CD. 

“Oh wow, where did you get the cd from?”

“Oh, Dan at work lent it to me”

She’d mentioned Dan before, he was into comics and Dr. Who like us, I thought he sounded cool. But never thought of him twice. 

“Ah cool, okay see you downstairs”

Then I noticed she’d bought a groot toy

“Ah! did you get me that Groot toy for Christmas?”

“Oh no, thats for Dan. He’s got the Rocket one”

Then I noticed she had comics coming out of her bag.

“Did you buy some comics today?”

“No, Dan lent me them”

She wouldn’t look up. I’d just got a new phone, so I had updated my contacts. 

“Do you have *insert names* number? I still haven’t updated my phone babe”

She suddenly grabbed her phone and looked frantically. I remembered suddenly the day before her taking her phone with her to the toliet everywhere. I was never one to spy on her and look through her personal things, but something in my brain snapped. 

She passed me the phone with number on, I instantly went to her texts messages

“Dan: Didn’t want to let go off you earlier 

J: OMG! Yes!” 

That was it. I was right. There was someone else. 

I dropped the phone and asked her what was going on. She instantly denied and just said it was abit of harmless flirting. I broke down I knew she was lying, I knew what had happened. I told her I knew the truth, but she kept lying, saying nothing happened. 

Over the next two hours her story changed. First they where just friends, then she said they had everything in common and just wanted to hang out. Then she admitted she’d stayed over there last night, but not the time before. Nothing happened, they just hung out and drunk green tea. She said she didn’t tell me because I wouldn’t understand. 

I went from angry to devastated to calm back to angry. I can’t remember what I said, but I’m surprised I didn’t have a heart attack, but my heart broke inside. 

Then the truth started. She said they’d kissed, just one peek. Then it went to a full peek. Then I asked her straight.

“Did you kiss him?”

“Yes”

“Did you have sex with him?”

“Yes”

“Did you use protection”

“Yes” 

That was it. Part of me admittedly was revealed. 

Then the truth came. She told me she loved me like a best friend, but no longer a boyfriend, she said she hadn’t been attracted to me for years. 

I asked her bluntly 

“Do you still want to marry me?”

“No”

“Do you still love me?”

“No”

That was that. Then she started crying, I held her in my arms like a baby as she sobbed and said she was sorry. She asked me to punch her, I kissed her, one last time and said goodbye. Asked her to find somewhere else to stay. 

She eventually left and despite my best efforts we broke up from that day. 

And seeing them still together in that picture brings back that feeling, of sitting on the floor and looking at her and my world dying again. The same way as when I sat on my own in that room when my dad was stabbed, my world dyed another time. 

There they where still together, in the lies, and they looked so smug about it. No matter how much I do with my life and how much I’ve achieved since, seeing them makes me feel like the child that I still am. They’re still together and I’m still left singing You’re my sunshine to her teddys. 

But now its time to end the song. I’m done looking at her pictures and caring for someone who obviously stopped caring for me a long time ago. It will take all my strength, but the song is over. 

Peter x