#homie. bestie. hear me out. i would like to live

[schleckermaul]

( 🍭 spots to kiss ) a kiss on the space between eyebrows. ueueue..... — @nicawlette

BREAK CAN TELL IT'S NIGHTTIME because he'd felt the setting sun travelling across the floor of his room, with how long they've been sitting here. it's quiet, outside. the window is open, and the air is filled with the distant humming of traffic that he's slowly gotten used to, over the last few months. as a steady background noise, it's comforting, a sign that life is still continuing. once he gets better, maybe he'll get to join it again.

   how can he care about that other part of life, when a small fraction of it has decided to stick with him, though?

   nicolette is warm, but not warm enough. warmer than him. not as warm as she could be. she, too, is hurt, and he's not a great source of heat, though he's tried his best. with his head in her lap, so that she can see his face, they've been sitting on his bed, chatting.

   it's so simple. his legs are warm from where the sun last touched them, before it disappeared entirely. her legs are tilted around his middle, giving support to his injured side, his elbows on her thighs. his own ankles crossed, he has the space and the air and the energy, to gesture and giggle and talk. about nothing and everything, everything and nothing. hours must have passed. surely, zhilan will come in soon, to interrupt their conversation, start changing their bandages, break being hassled to take his medicine.

   but that doesn't matter. right now, they are here. and nicolette giggles at something he's said, and his hair brushes her stomach as he tilts his head to look up, as if he could truly see the way a laugh lights up her face. he feels it, anyways, basks.

' and they believed you? wasn't your ... ' she pauses, and break feels her arm move as she makes a dismissive gesture. ' everything good enough for some questioning? '

   he laughs, taps the heel of his foot against his ankle. raises one hand to tangle it in the one she wiggled around, trying to find a word for his everything. ' question me? the mad hatter? please, they weren't insane. people were terrified of me. '

   smug as they come, satisfaction settles on his expression, folding their fingers together. ' so if i said i lost the thing during a cake fork accident, nobody investigated it. '

   which is still a funny running joke to keep going around the island. anytime somebody realizes he's missing his left eye, it's a race to the bottom. what's the worst explanation he could come up with, and how much of it will they believe, if he just keeps adding details? humans are silly like that, get shy and awkward, don't dare to poke holes into a story that has the smallest chance of being true.

   stroking a few fingers of his free hand through his bangs, he hums. with the sun gone, the moon is now shining in, cool on their skin. his eye shines a little brighter in the darkness, red stark and deep. ' or, you know, if i told somebody it was stolen to be used as a cursed talisman ... accusing me of lying would be rude! even reportable. pandora didn't take those things lightly. '

' what!, ' nicolette exclaims, and break is glad for the offense in her words, the soft strength of the argument she's making. it'll be a long and slow recovery, though somehow, sitting here together might have helped a bit. she seemed tired when she arrived. ' cursed? just a random eye? who would fall for that? '

   ' well, they're red. '

' yeah, it's fancy! '

   ' no, that's— '

okay, now he's laughing at her, and she notices immediately, gently tapping the top of his forehead with her fingers, offended at him, this time. ' what! explain it. '

   ' it's ... ' break has to let go of her hands for this, stretching out his arms as if he were making shadow figures on the ceiling. as if he could reach for the lights of the abyss, like this. instead, he gestures a small circle. ' in my world, if you had red eyes, ' making a peace symbol with one hand, ' you were a child of ill omen. laypeople considered us cursed. which, of course, is not true. it just means that ... ' it means a lot of things. it'd be hard to explain in detail. ' we were different, and people didn't like it. '

   ' oh, ' is all nicolette says at first, of which break can't decipher the tone, as he folds his hands on his chest. ' that's so dumb. i'm pretty sure people were just jealous because of how cool they look. '

   which makes him snort, chest not heavy, legs still light. he burrows himself a little deeper into the blankets beneath, the small nest he's made himself with her legs around him. ' i'm sure yours are very cool, as well, lady nicolette. ' is he making fun of himself, or of her? doesn't seem to matter terribly much, because she laughs anyways.

' a lady with pretty purple eyes, huh? i can believe that. '

   break pauses. ' yours are purple? '

   he feels as nicolette leans over him, her hair cascading around his face like two seperate waterfalls. it doesn't smell as fancy as usual ... no shampoo. it seems to just be the scent of her, now. he tugs at a few strands automatically. ' duh. you didn't see? '

   ' no need to bully the blind man, now— '

   there's no chance to complain any more than that, because nicolette is framing his face, now, both of her hands on his cheeks. it smells like bandage and antiseptic, but the moment after it's just warm, and bitter, and mellow, as she leans in to press a kiss between his eyebrows. or, really, more of a smack. is she wearing lipstick?

   break felt the smile in that kiss, so when nicolette tries to lift her head again, his own hands come up, tugging at her hair until she comes back down. he looks at her. he can't see. it doesn't matter. he is in a little cave, between waterfalls, and he's safe.

   feeling his way across her face, ignoring the mild complaints at poking a nose or a corner of an eye, break explores for the quickest moment. feels the briefest hint of her scar, over her left eye. the purple eye, apparently. leaning up a bit, careful not to hurt his ribs, he kisses the tip of her nose in return.

   ' purple eyes are also important in my world, ' he admits, and then he lets nicolette settle back into the pillows stacked up behind her, so she doesn't bust any of her stitches for their shenanigans. one of her hands stays in his hair, and he lets her.

   ' how so? are they all sexy and powerful? '

   ' ha. it's actually an indication that you're connected to the abyss. where the both of us were, when my eye actually got stolen. ' giving them a moment, to work through that memory without panicking, break continues: ' those with purple eyes were, most of the time, at the end of a long line of people capable of interacting with its core. the beginning of all. the ending of all. '

   the little girl, dancing in a rain of blood, purple eyes so bright and kind. break smiles fondly. ' only children of ill omen and those particular indiviuals were able to do so. '

   nicolette's hand brushes through his hair, fingertips touching the skin of his left cheek. he leans into it, gently squishing her hand against his elbow.

   ' so, like you and me? '

   he hums.

   ' like you and me. '

[rzyraffek]

OH OH REQUEST IDEA....TAKING SLASHERS HOME TO MEET YOUR PARENTS BECAUSE THATS LIKW SUPER SMART

Billy Micheal and Jason are the only ones i care about but you can add whoever

Omg hi!! Thanks for request!

They/them, sfw and request open

Slashers meeting s/o perents

Billy Lenz

Why would you do that

No fr why would anyone think this was good idea

Guy cant say a sentence without swear words or weird sex jokes😭

But fr billy will be so nervous!! Lil baby doesn't know how to behave!

S/o has to give him tutorial how to act like normal human and not 3rats in trench coat

Perents will be... alarmed to say the least... like really?? You could pick anyone but you picked oversized goblin?? Wow s/o

If s/o has younger siblings, he will bite them btw

Usually perents want to have grandchildren but oh god oh no not with this guy please s/o think about it!!

Billy vibes tbh he likes s/o perents they goofy. He also ate raw pasta. All of it

He told s/o dad that he wants lego for chrismas btw

Micheal Myers

How much you drank to think thats a good idea

Soo you telling me you bf is a serial killer?

At least he won't say anything rude, and s/o perents are too intimidated to say something rude about him🥰peace

Micheal just stares really, hes harmless for now

Yes s/o mom will call them to make sure that they aren't kidnaped and this all stuff is acually consensual

Live laugh love dont get stabbed by Michael

Yall can't even eat a dinner together 😔my guy looks like npc. Like yall just sit nicley and my homie just🧍 he doesn't even eat he just looks at yall, he totally judges their outfits

Hide your pets away he might eat them. You have pet hamster? What hamster?

Jason Voorhees

Omg homeboy is stressed! What if they don't like him:((

At first their perents were intimidated by him, but s/o's mom and him got along very fast! They are baking cookies together! Also if s/o has smol siblings or animals o my god he is bff with them instantly

Their mom and him acually got along faster than s/o with jason when they met first time!

Helps with carring heavy stuff... you bought new fridge? Call up son-in-law jason to help out (s/o mom has him named like that in contacts in phone)

Perents kinda wonder where he lives, when s/o told them that he has vintage cottage in Forest they started to think that hes rich or something

S/o perents already hope that yall get married

Asa emory

My dude bought suit for that appointment

He promised not to talk about skinning people while yall are eating dinner. He is so dreamy

Got along very well with s/o's dad, they are talking about fishing or something idk what dads are into lol

Almost fell asleep when their mom was talking

I WANTED TO WRITE " when their mom was talking about that she wants grandchildren" BUT ITS SOUNDS WAY FUNNIER THAT WAY

He was scared to eat dinner, it looked.... suspicious... he never trusted cheesy lasagna

Anyways Asa and their dad are besties now, they will go fishing next week

He cried in car after meeting "S/O IM NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN IT WAS SCARY IF I HEAR YOUR MOM SAY ANYRGING ABOUT GRANDCHILDREN AGAIN IM GOING TO DOX HER SO HARD SHE WONT EVEN HAVE OPPORTUNITY TO SEE THEM"

I didnt write any headcanons for few weeks i hope it was good or at least readable

[magicboobiess]

Excommunicado

So if you're anything like me and you've seen the John wick movies. Which are so so goood btw. I don't care what anyone says I love me a good action pew, pew movie. Sometimes seeing some on screen violence play out in the most bad ass way possible can be so rewarding and fulfilling. Also spoiler alert coming up, but not really though since this word also has roots in the Catholic church. Then you probably know what being Excommunicado means or entails. To briefly explain however, basically the Main character John wick is an assassin that's part of this order of assassin's that have a code they all abide by. Which can be summarized by a quote from the movie. "Rules. Without them, we live with the animals."

So basically Mr. Wick breaks one of the rules of the order and as such he is Excommunicado. Which basically means, When an individual is Excommunicado, they lose all access to Continental services, including protection from other Continental members. Which to sum up basically means they are given the cold shoulder by all the group members and abandoned to their own devices never allowed to return and everyone has to stop associating with them at the risk of death, or being given excommunicado status as well. Where am I going with all of this? Well recently I met up with a homie that I hadn't seen in so long.

Side tangent, I tend to this thing where I lose contact with people I know for about 2-6 months at a time. Give or take depending on what I have going on in my own life. So whenever I come back to catch up or see how people are doing it's as if I've entered a time skip and missed 3 seasons worth of developments. Which never ceases to surprise me.

So when I met up again with this homie, I recently came to find out he had been Excommunicado from a friend group that I would associate with every now and then. Not going to lie however he was looking rough and I could definitely tell how much it was affecting the guy. Did I feel bad for him? Yeah, I did, he really did love his friends in that group and he had gone on so many adventures and done so many things with them. So to hear he was dropped by them made me feel for him.

I felt for him because getting to know people is already hard enough as it is, but losing people that are super close to you overnight is even worse. He'd showed me the messages the other friends had sent him and they were basically all in the manner of "never speak to me again why would you do this?" Does he deserve sympathy? I say yes, only however as an outsider peering in though. I honestly only have he said, she said, statements to go off of. But I'm a firm believer of taking people as they are and only judging them based on what they have done to ME personally. If I myself have not been slighted by the person then I have no reason to join in the mob mentality of shunning someone and turning my back on them.

For those curious of the "crime" he committed, here's the tea I suppose. Basically he and his best friend both liked this one girl. The girl was fooling around with his friend, and they were exclusive according to what I hear. So basically what he did is he went around and started messing around with the same girl his best friend was seeing. I suppose it started weighing on him or something since I heard that he came clean to his bestie about what he had done. At which point the bestie, after hearing this wanted nothing to do with him anymore and told him that they were better off going their separate ways. What happened afterwards is that all the other friends in the group heard of this and agreed that they wouldn't talk to him or hang out with him anymore. Hence he became excommunicado.

This is why I think I've never really been a fan of having large friend groups. Not because I'm scared of having multiple friends or anything all at once. More so, one day it's all rainbows and sunshine and the next all doors have been closed to you. I will say however as I myself am not a fan of drama, I think this is the moment where I'll disappear again for about 2-6 months and then pop back in after the time skip. It's not that I don't care about the guy, or that I want to look good in the eyes of said friend group. I simply abhor the Idea of having to take sides. It's not for me and It's always so mentally frustrating and exhausting.

I hope they all can come to terms with each other and settle their differences. We shall see. All I have to say though is much love to them all. One thing about me is, if you make me chose sides I'll just drop both.

Much love MagicB00biess XOXO

[levitowsley]

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songs about your character/that your character could relate to

↳ Lungs - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Can somebody help me out? I can't find my feet I'm sinking in the deep

Not to start this off extremely emo but you could play this song over a montage of Levi being alone and bed-ridden post injury and eventually going back to school realizing his life has moved on without him. Someone get this man a therapist. And some medication.

songs that capture the relationship between your character and another

↳   To Have You Around - Zach Winters

Words, they get lost between me and the sound That's why I don't need nothing, but to have you around

Is this about Dev or Yana? We just don’t know. This is essentially about Levi pathetically simping for people in silence. He doesn’t ever plan to voice how he feels. Just to be around them is enough for him. Mans is using a crush to cope with the harrowing experience of being alive.

songs that could be theme songs for this group

↳ Friend - Sipper & The Daisy Great

I'm still inside Thinking if we all don't die I'll be better when we go outside again I won't be such a shit friend I'll see you when I can, I will

Okay, the reason I think this can be a theme song for the group is because something something possession, something something friendship. “I’m still inside” somewhere in the brain when the ghosties aren’t taking the wheel. “Thinking if we all don’t die, I’ll be better when we go outside again”?? Expressing that if they get through this weekend of possession and ghostly chaos, all the dumb drama will be put aside because their connection as besties is all that really matters. Am I reaching?? Probably.

songs that could be theme songs for the group of friends

↳ Fuck, I Love My Friends - Renforshort

Fuck, I love my friends Without them I'd be dead I know they're the only ones who'll love me til the end

Self explanatory. I swear the only reason Levi seems remotely mentally sound is thanks to his friendship with the Spooky 9. I can’t find it but insert that text post that’s like “I spent time with my friends today, maybe this life thing is worth living” asjkdhg.

↳ These Are My Friends - Lovelytheband

And they don't care who you are They don't care what you do, no These are my friends, these are my friends I love them, I love them

Another song for the homies because why not. Part of the reason why Levi enjoys the Spooky 9 so much is because they are all so different but there’s absolutely no judgement, only drinking loving your friends juice.

songs that your character has special connections to

↳ On The Train Ride Home - The Paper Kites

No sound, no Hallelujahs Still, I was prayin' on the train ride home If I can't get the things I want Just give me what I need

This is Levi’s comfort song. A song about being in a chapter of your life where you cannot find your true direction and wanting to return to a time in your life where you were settled and happy. Realizing what you want doesn’t matter but what you need is more important. The reality of adulthood amirite!! He listens to this song a lot when he feels frustrated with the state of his life and it always calms him. Because there’s a lot of things he wants but can’t have, but he realizes what he needs – just living a simple life where he’s sort of happy – is more than enough. He’s got clothes on his back and a group of people he feels connected to. He’ll be alright.

↳ A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

If I could fall into the sky Do you think time would pass me by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles If I could just see you tonight

Breaking up all this emo shit with an absolute bop. But jokes aside, this song could wake Levi from a coma. Once he hears the melodic tinkle of those keys in the beginning? Ooh boy, he’s up and at ‘em. This song can keep Vecna from taking him. So many good memories because of it.

[wordynerdygurl]

Skin Deep - Part 6

Author’s Note:  Honestly, this story is nearing it’s ending.  Hard to believe that a little idea I couldn’t shake has now grown into this mini-series!  For all my die-hard homies, waiting for the next installment, I hope this is worth your while!  If you’re new here, take a look around, see if you like anything and please, let the management know if you have any questions!! As always, writing like this requires the emotional support of people and pets.  My dogs, Murphy and Winston, get me through a lot of plot bunnies just by being stalwart companions.  My husband, graciously, lets me take these flights of fancy when I probably should be paying better attention to him and his day... and some of my besties here on Tumblr make it possible for me to do this for you guys.  @sammy-jo1977​ , my sister from another mister!  Couldn’t/ Wouldn’t do it without you! To all the folks who follow me... My Minxes!  Love you all!  Stay well, be kind, and remember that Love, really does conquer all!  If you want to be a Minx, send me a note, I’ll happily add you to my tag list! Lastly, be sure to like and share anything that you see on Tumblr that catches your eye.  Creative types, we need the constant validation, you see?  Without it, like an unwatered plant, we wither on the vine and perish!  Be kind to those who help you through the day and reblog! Skin Deep Part 5 - click here for the previous chapter! Pairing:  Loki x Reader, Steve, Valkyrie & Thor all make appearances Summary:  Continued from Part 5, You and Loki put your plan into action, returning to Farmhouse.  When you encounter Steve again, you learn there’s more than two sides to this story. Warnings:  Loki’s POV and perspective, including mentions of his time under Thanos.  I’m re-writing MCU history here, but some of the main beats are the same, so look out for SPOILERS for Dark World, Ragnarok, and a touch of Infinity War.  The SNAP never happened because, reasons.  

Empathy used to seem such a human emotion.  Loki had no time for that on Asgard, not when Odin denied anything as frivolous as feeling.  Hiding in plain sight was the means to survival and if that made the young prince sneaky and sly, so be it.  By placing those parts of himself under lock and key; the parts that hurt, the ones that ached, Loki found it was safer to disconnect from others than subject himself to their suffering too.

Operating under the influence of Thanos and his minions when he held the scepter, Loki had purposefully divorced connection of any kind from his mind.  It was dangerous.  Weak.  And moreover, it allowed Loki to do what Thanos commanded without really experiencing the horror, the havoc, of his actions for himself. 

  Who could hear the screams of women when the voice of Ebony Maw subliminally chanted all the ways that one could be dismembered at Thanos’ hands should Loki fail?  What man would shed a tear after the near constant beatings doled out by Black Order members, just for the fun of it?  How could someone care about a house, a car, a city, when they no longer cared about themself? Losing the Battle for New York had consequences far beyond the destruction of property.  With Thanos’ hold over him vanquished, the walls around his heart, constructed in youth, crashed and burned like the dream of ruling Earth.  Suddenly and completely out of reserves, Loki was powerless.  And he felt everything.  The fresh hurts caused by his manipulated ambitions in the hands of Thanos. The furious feelings of his brother, the inadequacies of his character, the feeble needs that drove his wild ambition washed over him unceasingly.  Anger.  Loss.  Lunacy.  Loki learned a hard truth in that moment.  He was a monster.  A freak.  A creature beyond hope and salvation; proving his adoptive father right and his own hopeful heart wrong.  Bitterness soured the fallen prince. Endless hours in isolation on Earth, which continued in his father's house, had Loki believing he had no chance of seeing the world outside again, and it hardened his heart further.  To feel was so painful, so raw, and so humane.  Why bother anyway?  All that emoting, those high spirits, all they really did was expose you to derision.  What was grief to a goblin?  What was horror to a monster?  What was love to a villain like him?  An evil, conspiring demi-god, with a mind bent toward domination.  A damaged, destroyed, deity alone and in pieces.  Who would ever give someone like Loki Odinson a chance?  Why should they?

Turning to his mother, Loki did everything but ask for forgiveness.  In long rambling talks, her projection to his jailed person, the pair talked around ideas of guilt and innocence, of fate and fortune, of destiny versus desire, yet Loki never heard the words he needed in order to truly find peace.   

If Frigga was aware of her son’s need for absolution, Loki would never know, as their last exchange was harsh and full of anger.  Another stroke of loss, crippling now, because there was nothing Loki could do to change any of it from inside his prison cell.  No illusion could conceal the painful ache that consumed him entirely. 

Those days were dark, even for a soul as dusky hued as his own, and Loki’s thoughts followed a similar path.  If there had been a way for him to shake off this immortal coil, free himself of the burden of living, Loki would have done so and been glad.  Death was welcome compared to all this longing and heartache. But life, even a nearly immortal one, was funny. 

When Thor provided a chance at redemption, Loki snatched at it, in his own detached way.  He played hero, rescuing Jane, aiding his brother.  And if he took a bit more in the form of deposing his arrogant, aging father, who would be surprised?  He was Loki, God of Mischief, after all. Ruling the Nine Realms without the oppressive oversight of his father allowed Loki to prove himself in ways he never imagined.  And Loki wasn’t just good at it.  He was great. Of course, it helped that no one knew he was Loki.  Living disguised as Odin was often unpleasant, frequently frustrating, but entirely necessary.  Being Loki was still too difficult and likely to bring unwanted attention in the form of The God of Thunder, a thing that no one truly wanted, Loki least of all. Return Thor did, along with an unknown sister and the end of Asgard.  When confronted with the insanity of Hela’s bloodlust, Loki’s only thought was of his kingdom, now without a ruler.  He had worked too hard, too long, to see the land he cared for in the hands of an enemy, even if she called herself sister.  Opening the Bi-Frost, panicked, his mind was solely on saving those he had recently held dominion over.  They were his people, after all.  But he never reached Asgard. Swallowing his fear, Loki focused all his energy on staying alive in a new and distracting environment, initially.  What Loki found on Sakaar wasn't a new home base under a flamboyant, ineffective leader that he could control, even if that was his first design.  On Sakaar Loki found his loyalty.  

The proud, deep resonance of being Asgardian, of being an Odinson, of being capable and cool under pressure.  Sure, he had to prove himself to Thor, Valkyrie, Banner and honestly, the rest of the kingdom, but actions speak louder than words.  And through his actions on Sakkar, and by extension rescuing the people of Asgard, Loki had shown everybody his true mettle. It was on the deck of a stolen ship headed for Midgard that  Loki had made a commitment of sorts.  One that was not to the people, so recently saved or for his found family.  This time, the promise Loki intended to keep was for himself.  Loki was going to change. The problem is, a task like that takes time.  Patience.  Motivation.  It was something that Loki had to work at and it was exhausting. They say that the best things come to those who wait.  Loki was learning to wait everyday.  Having earned a place at the side of his brother, he worked tirelessly to win over the heroes of his new home planet.  Was it easy?  Hardly, but Loki wasn’t willing to compromise.  Not anymore. A life like Hela’s was not in his runes.  Loki was simply going to be better.  Not perfect.  No one could be as good hearted as Captain America, nor could one be as tech savvy as Stark.  So Loki was planning on being the best Loki he could possibly be, and that’s how he found himself going to meetings at The Avengers Tower, a mostly welcome addition to the team. Meetings weren’t all that exciting and boredom was an awful temptation for a deity devoted to mayhem.  In fact, Loki spent more time doodling in his notebook than listening to whoever was droning on about whatever part of the world needed the attention of this motley crew.  That was, until Pepper Potts hired her new assistant.  That you were polite, pretty and pert wasn’t lost on the young god.  Sitting outside Mrs. Iron Man’s office, typing away with a phone tucked under your ear, moving faster than anyone he had ever seen was certainly impressive.  You were quick witted, clever and most of all, funny. Everyone else seemed to fall under your spell without much effort on your part, something that Loki found frustratingly fascinating.  Here he was, struggling to get people to say his name without having a traumatic flashback, while you simply smiled and smarted off prettily, and had everyone singing your praises.  But Norns, were you adorable. If he thought about it, and while off planet, Loki definitely had, he could remember the moment he realized that you were the woman he wanted.  You were busy, as always, fielding phone calls and flipping through screens yet every moment your flying fingers weren’t hovering over a keyboard or pushing down telephone buttons they curled around a heart shaped charm at your throat.  Clearly, it was a habit and one that you weren’t even aware of, still - it transfixed him all the same.  Watching you from his side eye, your voice never wavering, your tone always so pleasing, and your nimble digits returning again and again to the small sigil around your neck.  “Loki?” “Huh?”  Dumbfounded at your call, those deep sea eyes blinked wildly at the sound of his name on your lips. “Hi!  Yes, Pepper can see you now.  Go ahead, she’s ready!” He rose on stiff legs, adjusting his tie, about to lie to Tony Stark’s woman all for the chance to see you in passing.  Who had he become? It started out innocent like that, but soon, Loki was having to invent excuses for being in the office so frequently.  Missing files, random visits, even going so far as to buy Tony coffee just for the thrill of seeing you.  Something needed to change, and quickly, or Loki was going to blow. On another made up errand, hanging around the executive’s high rise office, Loki was doing a bad job of pretending not to see you.  His mind was on your pouty lips as you sipped lemonade through a straw and not on the stately woman seated behind the desk. 

“Loki, you’re a man of some… style.”  Pepper said it so casually that he almost didn’t hear, his head lost in thoughts that would shame any other person. “I like to think so.”

Shutting her folder with a snap, Pepper smiled, “And you’d love to help your old friend Pepper out, right?” That got his attention, and quickly.  Loki, shoving his hands in his pockets, turned to face Pepper with a widening grin, “I feel like I’m being baited.”

“Baited?  Never!  It’s just, you’re always here and I have a… project that needs the kind of help that you can provide.”  At those words you entered the office, ready for action with a notebook and pen, eager and excited. Suddenly, it was all clear to Loki, “Pepper, no.”  

The noose closed in on the handsome god as Pepper gathered paperwork without looking his way, “Come on, it’s the Stark Homecoming Gala and the two of you will do great!  I have faith in you both.  I can’t wait to see what you come up with!” “Really, Miss Potts, I simply can’t-” Stopping short, the strawberry blonde whipped around, almost nose to nose with Loki.  Shrewd and straightforward, Pepper interrupted, saying, “You’ve been dancing around my office for weeks now.  Clearly you like her and… against all the odds, she likes you too.  I’m doing you a favor and when someone does you a favor, you say “Thank You”.” “Thank you.” Nodding curtly, “You’re welcome.  Now, make yourselves comfortable, order some dinner, my treat.  And do whatever you need to make sure this is one great party!” That’s how Loki found himself sitting at a clear glass table over sweating bottles of iced tea as you discussed color themes and tablecloths.  You were shy, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you reviewed notes from previous gatherings both large and small.  His hands itched with wanting to do that job himself. “So, what do you think?”  It was the first time you had addressed him directly since coming through the door and for a moment Loki couldn’t answer.  You were too… not beautiful, that wasn’t the right word, although you were.  No, you were too open, too easy to read, and the earnestness you offered him was downright frightening. Sitting forward in the uncomfortable, yet fashionable, office furniture, Loki cleared his throat and again tugged his tie, “What I think is that you should let me take you dinner.” Dropping your eyes, your cheeks colored slightly as your fingers found that locket charm once more, “Loki, I… I don’t know-” Grabbing for your hand, suddenly afraid that you would take those shining eyes away, Loki lowered his voice and did something he never thought he would.  He begged.  “Please?  I find that you’re all I can think about.” It rushed out of him in a torrent, the way truth so often does, and he found himself unable to look you in the eye.  Loki was afraid to see rejection on your easy to read face, afraid that wanting you had cracked open the lock box holding his heart, afraid that you would see just how weak you made him.  Your fingers twined with his own as you replied, “You didn’t let me finish.  I don’t know what took you so long.” Sighing with relief, his face melting into a genuine smile, “Me either.” Over the next two months the pair of you worked tirelessly to plan and execute a perfect party.  You were inseparable during the day, heads buried together as you discussed linens and table settings, the quality of cocktail glasses, and debating over a band or a dj.  But at night, at night Loki talked about the things that haunted him in the dark.  And you loved him in spite of the awful things he had seen and done and said. Others took notice.  Loki was more lighthearted, more available.  He listened when people spoke and wasn’t constantly doodling during meetings.   Yes, Loki was learning how to love through your loving him.  If empathy had seemed too humane before, then sharing his life, his love with you, was the kind of immortality that earned someone a place in Valhalla.  It was the bravest thing Loki Odinson had ever done and he didn’t mind one bit.

The first time Loki tasted you was burned into his brain, as bright as a flash of lightning.  A firefly in a memory jar that he kept returning to, time and again.  Loki remembered what you were wearing.  He recalled exactly how the light shone in your eyes.  If he concentrated, he could tap out the rhythm of your racing pulse as he held you in his arms. It was the night of the gala.  Inviting everyone under the Stark Industries banner, up to and including the heroes tasked with saving the world, the event was a way to earn money for one of the many charities Tony supported.  The place was full of beautiful people wearing gorgeous clothes under perfect lights set to the hand crafted soundtrack you had created together.

But, Norns, he could still remember the way your eyes sparkled under the lowlights of that hall.  How your dress, simple but sophisticated, clung to the fullness of your bottom.  Low cut but somehow still modest, Loki couldn’t tear his gaze away from the promise of your curves, willing himself to find anything else as interesting as the idea of you.  

You were across the room hanging onto Tony’s every word, eyes bright and cheerfully glowing as you sipped champagne.  It made Loki want to do something grand, something suave, something that would demand your attention for his own.  Moving towards you, his tuxedo perfectly pressed and fitting better than it had any right to, Loki looked long and lean.  Each of his steps seemed to echo, even though the room was full of sound, and you turned your head as if you also heard.  Breaking away from the cluster of acolytes surrounding Iron Man, you bit into your lip as the crowd parted, moving closer together one step at a time.  It was one of the sexiest things Loki had ever witnessed. Lifting your glass in a toast, taking in the room of mingling millionaires, wealthy hangers on and Avengers, “Well, we did it!” “You did it, my dove, I just hung around and judged everyone.” “Oh stop.  I couldn’t have done it without you and you know it.”  Playfully you pushed against his shoulder and Loki took advantage, using your momentum to pull you to his side, your curvy figure flush against his own. Crooning into the shell of your ear, his lips brushing over that sensitive skin, “Somehow, love, I think you would have managed.”  Before you had time to think, Loki had melded his mouth with your own, stealing your breath along with your heart.  Loki’s feet moved in time with the music as he pulled into a dance, laughing in his arms, your cheeks hot and your head swimming. You laughing was, without question, Loki’s favorite sound.  Nothing in this world or any other came close to matching the joyful, childlike glee of that enchanting noise.  Loki memorized its melody, the rise and fall of your giggle.  He had craved it, being away for so long, and now he wanted… no, needed to hear it.  But you were the furthest thing from happy at the moment.   

"Darling, please.  We have to go."  Loki tapped his watch, shaking himself free from the memories of your previous life together and barely suppressing his irritation.

Tears filled your eyes as you whipped your arms around Thor’s mighty shoulders, his deep voice grumbly with emotion, "Take care of him, would you?  He's a jerk, but Loki is the only brother I have."

"Of course… always.  And Valkyrie, your highness, I can’t thank you enough for-"

"No need.  Loki, and by extension yourself, will always have a safe haven here in my palace."

Looking on, Loki and Thor embraced almost tenderly before crashing their heads together.  

"Stay safe, little brother."

"Be good, Thor."

Eyes on the sky, Val ignored the show of masculine emotion, chastising your plan, "You’re going to start a war, Loki."

Straight backed, Loki turned to the king, "Not on the grass of New Asgard.  I will take the fight to them, that is my vow to you."

As Loki offered his hand, Valkyrie shook it, with parting words, "Work on staying alive.  You have a tendency to worry your brother."

Solemnly nodding, "As the king commands.  Shall we?"  With that Loki laced his fingers with yours, leading you a few paces away from the people who loved him most, before summoning the magic that had you both transcending space and time.

This time when your feet touched down it was on the familiar turf of the orchard, surrounded by the scent of apple blossoms and the buzzing of happy bees.  Morning had broken and the world seemed full of promise, with the exception of that knot in your stomach.

"Are you ready?  Darling?"

"Oh… yes.  I mean, I still don't love this plan, but-"

"But it's going to work."  Only it was no longer the baritone voice of your long, lean Loki speaking.  In his place stood Nick Fury, leather duster and eye patch in place.

"If you say so!"  And you clutched your own throat as Natasha’s bored tones came out of your mouth.  The suit, skin tight but flexible, molded to your modified form.  All in all, you were comfortable, "The boots are a bit much."

"Ya think?  This jacket weighs a ton."  Pulling at his collar, "Why does he wear a turtleneck anyway?"

"Loki, this is so weird.  It feels so weird."

"Agreed, but then, why am I so turned on?"

Laughing, you shook your false red hair, hands resting on Natasha’s waist, "God, I've missed you."

"Same, dearest.  Now… let's get your necklace and some answers!"

---

 Convincing Bucky to head home had taken a lot of work, but sometime around 2 am Steve had finally seen his friend off.  The house was empty.  Steve felt the same way.

Turning the black velvet box in his pocket, fingers crushed against the fragile fabric, Steve struggled to feel anger.  When that didn't materialize he shot for sadness but even tears seemed beyond his ability.  

With a sigh, climbing the same stairs he had trudged up a hundred times before, Steve started going through the motions of bedtime.  Only tonight you weren’t there to tease him about the wildly inappropriate amount of toothpaste on his brush.  He didn’t have your light footsteps to follow to the bedside or your help with stacking all of your extra, yet entirely essential, pillows on the chair.

Someone must have changed the sheets, he thought.  There was no evidence of you and Loki’s adventurous afternoon anymore.  Steve made a mental note to thank Buck for that little piece of kindness in the morning.

Shucking his shirt, Steve sat on the mattress, a hand to his forehead.  He had lost.  Captain America had been bested.  Beaten.  And by Loki, no less.

Moonlight in silver slivers shone through the window panes, squares of light in the deep of night.  Steve was alone.  Utterly and totally alone.

And there was no one to blame but himself.

Sighing hard, Steve stood, pacing the floor to work off some of the unspendable anxiety he kept creating.  The room still had your energy, your vibe, as you liked to call it, and the feeling was a prickling itch Steve couldn’t quite satisfy.  Traces of you were everywhere and something about you leaving all of it, and him, behind was just too big to process. “Damn it.”  Even whispering sounded like thunder in the silence of your recently vacated room.  His hands, so big, so strong, smoothed along the fabric of your hanging clothes.  All that power had done nothing to help Steve get the thing he wanted. Sorting through the baubles and trinkets on your dresser, bottles of perfume he had purchased, necklaces and pins, each with a moment of memory it hurt him to recall.  Your watch ticked away the minutes as he stood, stoic and still, surrounded by the shadow of you.  In the orchard the birds were waking, their song filling the air, as morning broke in low golden rays.  Abandoning his plan for sleep, Steve watched as the light chased away the dark, casting rainbows on the floor.  The sun was reflecting off of your Grandmother’s necklace.  A pretty, ancient, carved cameo,  heart shaped locket.  He recalled his own mother owning one just like it, pictures of loved ones pressed inside, holding them as tight as history would allow. Fisting the filigree chain, winding it around his fingers as if it would somehow undo what he had done, Steve slipped it into his pocket before settling back onto the bed.  ----

At the back door to the home you so recently shared with Steve, Loki hung back, “I think this is where we split up.  You go find your treasure and me… I’m going to find some answers.” Nodding, Natasha’s signature red hair swinging, you squeezed the hand holding your own.  It no longer looked like Loki’s long fingered paw, but that was only a skin deep change.  You felt the undeniable essence of him in the press of his fingers against your own. “Be careful.” “That’s no fun, dove.” “Loki-”  You hated the way your voice broke as you said it, but there just seemed to be so much at stake and you had already lost him once. Sensing your unspoken concerns, Loki flashed you Nick Fury’s best smile, “I will.  I promise.”

“Ten minutes.” “Ten minutes.”  You watched the black coated back of your charmed paramour as he opened the shed door, hoping that he’d find something worth knowing in that place out of sight.  Inhaling deeply you twisted the doorknob as quietly as possible, letting yourself into what was once your kitchen, “What a mess.”  It was impossible not to notice the unwrapped leftovers and empty bottles littering the table.  An overturned trash barrel, crumpled beer cans littering the counter, things that Steve, your Steve, would never have tolerated.  All evidence that the grand evening he’d envisioned had been thwarted by Loki’s arrival and your collective escape.  

You started up the stairs, praising Natasha's footwear for its stealth, when you heard the toilet flush and the unmistakable shuffle of Steve’s feet on the carpet.  There was no place to hide on the wide stairwell.  It was time to see if Loki's plan was going to work.

Voice blurry, eyes rubbed red and raw, you couldn't deny that Steve looked like shit, “Bucky?  That you?  You back?”  Steve’s voice bounced around the brightening room as morning sunlight filtered through the soft sheers you had picked out for exactly this reason. Panicked, you backed into the railing with an over loud “Oof!” “Nat?  What are you doing here?  I thought you and Fury were headed to New Asgard?”  Suddenly wide awake and wondering, Steve rushed to your costumed side, eager for information. The man in front of you now bore little resemblance to the angry Avenger you had escaped from hours before.  This man had hair sticking up in odd angles from near constant finger raking.  This man had a hint of a stuffy nose and red rimmed eyes, all indicators that tears had been shed.  Now those blue eyes were scrutinizing you closely, full of concern.

“Uh… We... We got intel.  Yea, intelligence, that Loki was headed back this way.  Turned around… and uh, here we are.” One of those sandy blonde eyebrows lifted, “Natasha?”

Squaring your shoulders, channeling that cool confidence you’d see Black Widow display over and over, “Steve?”  Something about your tone of voice convinced him in a way your words couldn’t.  He visibly relaxed, those broad shoulders going slack as he asked, “Didn’t make it to Norway, then?"

Nodding a negative, you felt the unfamiliar brush of her red hair at your cheek and had to fight the urge to tuck it away, “No.  Loki’s using some sort of transporting power to move them around.  Fury suggested I keep an eye out here, in case they come back this way.” “She won’t be back, Nat.  There’s nothing for her here.”  To you, Steve sounded so sad, so removed, that you had to will yourself not to comfort the giant before you.  “That’s not true!”  It came out of you forcefully, thoughtlessly, and you saw the shock register on the Captain’s face. “That is, Fury and I… we… have reason to believe that she will come back.  They left with nothing, Steve.  She’ll need clothes… maybe some shoes… and-”  Swallowing hard, you didn’t want to give anything away, “-a necklace from her grandmother.” Steve, patting his pocket, felt the weighted chain and it’s heart shaped locket, “I don’t think-” Stepping up to his bulky form, suddenly aggressive, you started, “Never mind what you think, Captain.  We're here for a necklace...  the necklace.  Our intel suggests that your former flame might return for it and… And, I want it, with me, as a means to subdue her when she arrives." Sounding forceful and official was enough to back Steve down.  Just a touch deflated, you watched him shrug, “If that’s what you want, Nat, here-”  From his pants he pulled out the shining bauble, a trinket really, but full of sentiment and memory. Sitting in his palm, the tiny heart that held the picture of your grandmother and mother looked so small, almost unreal.  Reaching for it with wet eyes, you smiled at Steve as you lifted the charm and chain, “Thank you, Steve.  Thank you.” Nodding deeply, that golden head bobbing, “You’re welcome.”  The large grandfather clock could be heard ticking throughout the house.  The sun was gaining on the day and you, dressed as Natasha stood in silence in front of a somber Steve.  For another long beat nothing was said, then, as if sensing a shift in your conversation, Steve flashed your fake Natasha a weak smile, “I could use some breakfast.  How about you?”

“Um… sure.  Yea, ok.  Breakfast.” 

Steve started moving again, downstairs towards the cluttered kitchen when he paused, "So how did you get back so fast?  Cause that's like a 7 hour flight, even with you in the cockpit." “Steve…”  You could hear it, the whining almost pleading tone that signaled the end of Loki’s well planned charade.  That wasn’t enough to stop Steve.  He broke hard, one of those strong arms stopping you in your tracks before you could reach the lower level. “It’s clever, I have to give you guys that.  Almost perfect, really.” Panic rising, you doubled down on the ruse, struggling to keep your voice even, “I don’t know-”  Blocking you in, his body the perfect unmovable buffer, “Loki’s here too, isn’t he?” Pushing against “Steve, I… I don’t…” “Don’t lie.  You don’t have to…” “But… how-?” “You’re not mean enough to play Natasha, doll.  Not by a long shot.”

--- It was strange to be seated at the table and chairs that you and Steve had picked out together one sunny Saturday when you thought that your future was going to be Loki-less.  Your place, the one that you had imagined filling with children that had golden hair and bright blue eyes, felt like a set.  Something false and fake.  A facade, put together simply for show. Steve must have felt it too because his fingers drummed against the white washed table incessantly.  Clearly he had something on his mind.  “Steve-” “No.  No.  Please, let me just get this out, ok?” Raising an eyebrow, you waved at him to continue, nervous but interested in what the super soldier needed to explain. With a shaky inhale, running his constantly moving fingers through his golden locks, Steve caught your eye and didn’t waiver.  “When I saw you… No, that’s not right.  Let me start at the beginning. “When Loki left Earth, you… you were so sad.  It hurt me to see you so… deflated.” “Steve, I-” “You know it’s true.  When he returned to Asgard, something in you, it dimmed, and I just couldn’t allow that… Not when I felt the way I did about you. “I don’t think you realize just how incredible you are… how full of life!  And since I had already missed one chance to be with you, I knew I needed to prove that I could be the man you needed… If you forgot about Loki along the way, even better. “Only… you never did.  I waited years for you, ya know, doll?  Years.  And just when I thought there was no chance with you, Nat gave me a reason to hope. “She was your friend.  An ally.  Someone you could trust… someone I could trust.  I swear it started out that innocently, at least for me.  I just wanted to make you smile again.  But she had other plans.  Plans that came from higher up the ladder of SHIELD. “Fury, he wanted us to watch you… something about Loki being too powerful.  And-”, grabbing your hand tightly, Steve emphasized his point, “-I promise you that I had no idea about his success, or the messages he had sent to you through Nick.  Like you, I thought that Loki was gone.  Missing.  Never coming back.” “I… I believe you Steve.  I know that you didn’t do all this on your own… but what was Nick hoping you’d find out?  I knew less than nothing about what was going on!” “I think he was worried that Loki would get to you first.  That if… when Loki returned, you would be his first stop.  Then you would know about Loki’s success and, frankly, Fury’s failures.  You would also know… well, everything you know now.  That Fury had you tailed, lied to, and led on in an effort to stop Loki from out flanking him.” Frenzied and frantic, you felt anger boiling up inside of you, “But I thought Loki was gone forever.  There was no hope for him and I… and Natasha, she told me that he was dead.” “All a part of Fury’s plan to keep you neutralized and Loki away.  If Loki thought that you’d ignored his letters, that you no longer loved him, why would he come back here?  And, if that didn’t work… when Loki came back and you were with me, what else could keep him on Earth?”

Whispering with realization, “So, they used you too.” Steve sighed and buried his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, “Don’t feel bad for me.  I let them use my love for you, let them twist it up and shape it as they needed.  Honestly, I wish I could tell you that it was for you, but it wasn’t.  It was for me.  I wanted you, so, so badly.  I didn’t care what strings were attached.  And we built a life together, you and me.  I thought I could outrun the reality of the constant monitoring and daily reports.  Telling Natasha and Nick about every word and each email.  Don’t you see, I love you… and I wanted you, however I could get you.” Shaking your head, Natasha’s red wisps flying, “That’s not love, Steve.  I don’t know what that is… but love isn’t it.” “No?”  With a loud thunk, Steve slammed a small velvet box on the table between you. “Is… Is that what I think it is?”

“Last night.  It was going to happen last night.  Our friends here, under the lights and the stars, I was going to ask you to marry me.  I still would if-” Realization hit you like a ton of bricks, “If Loki hadn’t stepped back into our lives.” “-If Loki hadn’t stepped back into your life.” It made you both laugh in a sad way, how you finished the same thought, and for a fleeting second you could see why you had allowed Captain America to sweep you off your feet.  He was a lot of things to you now, but there was a time when he had been almost everything.  The evidence of that was in the small black square that said nothing but spoke volumes. “Steve, I don’t know if I would have said yes… even without Loki’s… arrival.  I think I have always known that you and I… we are very different people.” Sitting back in his chair, his gaze still locked on your own, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry.  I’m sorry about what I’ve done… what I’ve said… How, shit, how I’ve behaved.  I could say that it was my duty.  I could tell you it was out of love, but the plain truth is that I have always been jealous of what you and Loki share.” “You’ll find it Steve.  You really will.  There’s a person out there waiting for you.  And once you’ve found them, oh Steve, you’ll see that this… what we had, it’s a shadow.  An illusion.  Because love, real love, doesn’t come with caveats and catches.  It is an undeniable force which, in my case, even the boundaries of time and space can not deny.” Something like a sob burst out of Steve, and you were surprised to see tears in his eyes, “I was so wrong.  Could you ever forgive me?” “I want to, Steve.  I really do... “  What more could you say?  Patting his hand you started to rise, “I have to go now.  Loki and I need to keep moving and I don’t want to risk running into Nick and Natasha.  At least, not yet, anyway.” “Where are you planning to go?” “To the Avenger’s Tower.  I believe I know what Mr. Fury has been planning all along.”  Loki’s strong voice entered the conversation as smoothly as his arms wrapped possessively around your waist. Steve took in the protective stance of your returned lover with a raised eyebrow, and without further comment asked Loki, “Really?  And how are you going to breach the building?  They’ll be looking for you, even with disguises…  Fury is no fool.  Plus, there’s little chance that Tony hasn’t activated a million safety and security protocols by now.” Only interested in you, Loki refused to give Steve any of his attention, “Getting in can’t be that hard!  I’ll figure it out when I get there.  Ready pet?” With a gentle push under his broad hands your feet started to move towards the door.  Loki was eager to be off and away, especially after hearing so much of Roger’s confession.  Just knowing what Steve had done, manipulating you while also convinced of his love for you;  it was enough for Loki to commit murder.  He was having quite a difficult time not tearing the good Captain’s limbs off his body. Softening his tone, Steve practically pleaded, “Loki.  Wait.  I… I can help.” Turning his attention fully to your former flame, Loki purred venomously, “You can help?  I’d love to know what entails, Captain.” “I can get you into the place and take you exactly where you need to go.  Fury’s going to hate it, but I’m tired of taking orders that hurt the people that-”  His pause was as lingering as the look he gave you, “- That I love.”  Before Loki could offer a sincerely sassy reply you grabbed his sleeve, tugging, “Um… Excuse us a minute Steve.” Pulling him down the hall of a home that felt like a familiar faced stranger, you waited until you had a bit of distance from Steve before harshly whispering, “How long were you listening?”

Serving you that small, sexy smile, Loki grinned, “Long enough.  How did you know I was there?” “You are sneaky, but even you, God of Mischief, cast a shadow.” Swinging you close enough to catch your mouth with his own, Loki pressed a sweet kiss there before answering, “A mistake I will be careful not to make again!” “The tower, huh?  That’s where you want to go?”  Grabbing you at the swell of your hips, grinding his frame against your own, “Where I want to go, my darling, is to the nearest bed, preferably naked, with you and you alone.” Your hands traced over the lapels of his borrowed leather duster, pausing only to jerk him closer by the supple fabric, “Hmm… is that so?” “Oh yes…”  Loki’s buttery grumble filled your ear as his strong hands dug into the flesh of your bottom.  For a moment you thought he’d give in to temptation, his sweet lips teasingly close to your own upturned mouth, “But-” On your toes, leaning into Loki’s sturdy, leather draped frame, you paused, “Ugh.  But?” Moving you to a safer, less kissable, arms length away, Loki sighed with the same frustration you felt, “-But, where we need to go, as soon as possible, is the Tower.” Moaning grumpily, you stepped out of the arms you longed to linger in, “I was afraid you were going to say that.” “I know it’s less than… ideal, love, but I did find something useful before the good Captain unburdened his soul this morning.” “And that is?” “Fury’s plan.  At first I couldn’t figure out exactly what he was after.  What did Fury want?  How was I involved?” Loki was dragging this out, loving how it kept you hanging onto his every word, and you rolled your eyes, “Well?  What is it?  Weapons?  War?” “All of that, yes… and… yours truly.”  That triumphant smile that filled Loki’s whole face lit up his mischievous eyes.  Tilting your head, struggling to make sense of what Loki had just told you, “What do you mean, you.  Fury wanted you… to do what, exactly?’ “Loki was going to be the patsy.” You both turned toward the sound of Steve’s baritone at the door, suddenly remembering that the Good Captain was still there and that he was waiting to see what you were going to do next.  Leaning his 100 year old bones into the doorframe, Steve crossed his arms, “The fall guy.  An example of what happens if you cross SHIELD.” “I think, my dear Mr. Rogers, that you mean, I am to be used as an example of what happens if one crosses Nick Fury.”  Loki countered, slinging an arm over your shoulder protectively. The idea was frightening.  A man like Fury had too much power, too much at his disposal.  Just knowing the lengths he had gone to in order to keep you and Loki apart was scary enough.  Making enemies of your friends.  Threatening the people you loved.  Selling your affection to Steve in an effort to control Loki.

Now, the knowledge that all of it was done in an effort to ensure that Nick Fury was the toughest guy in the galaxy, it made your stomach clench.  “What do you mean, an example?” “Unless my intelligence is flawed, I believe that Fury was going to kill me.  Is that correct, Captain?” Steve felt the weight of two sets of eyes on him.  Yours, full of fearful love and blind hope that this was all just some misunderstanding.  Innocent and naive and as lovely as he could ever remember.  Loki’s were reflecting a deeper understanding.  The kind of knowledge that only time in the trenches teaches. There was no answer from Captain Rogers.  None was needed.  Honesty, final and resolute, was out in the open.  “Look.  I know I’m not the guy you want on your side.  I’ve… I haven’t been the man I needed to be.  Not for you-”  Steve locked his bright blues onto you, offering a small smile that spoke of sadness before facing Loki, “-Or you, Loki.  But if you let me help you now, I promise that I can get you into the tower and maybe, one day, you won’t think so little of me.” 

Around you the morning gained strength.  Somewhere nearby birds chirped wildly, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding in the modest little farmhouse and its implications on intergalactic politics.  Without  moving a muscle, Loki plainly asked you, “Do you trust him, dearest?” Squaring your shoulders, you crossed your arms, staring down the man called Captain America.  Nodding decisively, “I do.  I don’t think he’d spill everything like that only to turn on us.  He’s not so bad Loki, really.” “We’ll see about that.  For now, we trust Steve.  Ok, what’s your plan, Rogers?” --- “Hey.  I… I have one other thing to show you.”  Steve was dressed for action in his branded tactical gear, looking every inch the super soldier that Dr. Erskine envisioned. “Steve, we have to get moving.  Loki’s eager and -” “Just open it, ok?”  The envelope was thick with folded paper, the flap tucked under and not sealed.  Clearly it had spent time in and out of pockets, the edges frayed and tattered.  In exasperated curiosity you gingerly pulled the sheets free.

Shaking, your hands trembled holding the once white documents as your voice thickened, “Is this… is this what I think it is?” Cocking his head playfully, that rueful smile pulling at his full mouth, Steve almost seemed cheerful as he teased, “It’s yours.  I think something about this place has always been yours and I want you to have it.” “But-” Folding your small hands in his mighty ones, Steve squeezed gently, “It was a wedding present, or it was supposed to be.” “But we’re not getting married.” “I know.  Still-” “I can’t, Steve.  It’s yours.  Your house, your farm, your dream.” Shaking his head, disagreeing, but feeling lighter than he had in decades, Steve insisted, “Too late, I’m afraid.  It’s done.  Actually, that version of the deed has been signed since our second week here.” As realization sunk in you appraised the man changing right before your eyes, astonished but exhilarated, “Where will you go?” “I dunno.  Think I might need to be alone for a bit.  Maybe see the world… but first-” “First, we have to stop Nick Fury.”

To Be Continued... My Minxes:   @scrumptious-finicky-illusion @iamverity​ @mizfit2​ @sammy-jo1977​ @wolfsmom1​ @jessiejunebug​ @iluvsumbucky​ @unadulteratedwizardlove​ @procrastinatinglikeabitch​ @shxdowofdarkness​ @nonsensicalobsessions​ @ahintofkiwistrawberry​ @alexakeyloveloki​ @rorybutnotgilmore​ @crystalizedcaramel​ @lokislittlecorner​ @capcapcapsicle @jamielea81​ @caffiend-queen​ @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore​ @jenjen8675309​ @that-one-person​ @roguewraith​ @toomanystoriessolittletime​ @vodka-and-some-sass​ @just-random-obsessions​ @brokenthelovely​ @lots-of-loki​ @thefallenbibliophilequote​

[guildfordd]

I am so sad that Nini and Ricky broke up, but damn did they write and act the shit out of that scene. It feels so authentic for childhood besties who live in smaller town to go through something like this. I think if Ricky were mentally in a good space and comfortable with change, they'd still be together. But he's had such negative experiences with change and now homies so scared. And Nini is growing and figuring out who she is outside of everyone else. And it's just a bad combination right now. They need to know who they are apart from each other. What are your thoughts on this season and character developments?

Ahh that’s a really good way to put it!! I agree with a lot of what you said about each of them, and I can even relate to the childhood besties/smaller town thing hahah. But my soft heart also just wishes it didn’t have to be like this, plus I want to believe there’s a way the show could’ve done this that would not have required a gut-wrenching breakup that caused both sides so much pain. Maybe they could have shown how honest conversation and mutual understanding can allow people to grow in a relationship together…how it’s possible to be on different paths yet still support one another……but I know this is a Disney show about high schoolers, so 😔

Anyways that’s just my wishful thinking—my true biggest gripe about this season is the writing. It’s been a little disappointing to me, kind of in general but especially when it comes to Nini 😢 To preface, I adore Olivia and I adore Nini. I thought Nini was so great in the first season; she was by far my favorite character. She could’ve just been one-dimensional, stereotypical “sweet and shy and nice but shockingly talented, everyone’s so surprised when they hear her sing!” but the depth and nuance given to her character + Olivia’s performance made her so much more than that. Season 1 Nini had some growing and maturing to do, yes for sure, but she was kind and empathetic and earnest and well-meaning—while also learning to believe in herself more and actively go after what she truly wants. It would’ve been so nice if this season she was still that person at heart, but with more maturity and strength, and a growing courage to explore new horizons. Idk if I’m alone in this, but I have sometimes felt like the Nini they’re writing this season is almost someone else entirely 😣 There have been moments or lines where I’ve just been confused, like ??? why would she say/do that, that’s not the Nini we know and love! She’s growing and nurturing her ambition, yes, and that’s genuinely great!! She is so much stronger and more confident and I absolutely love that, but outside of that, her characterization this season feels inconsistent to me. Olivia’s acting has been excellent (the entire cast is on a whole other level this season!) but I’ve just been disappointed in some of the writing she’s been given.

That being said, this season just in general feels inconsistent lol 😩 The plotlines are all over the place, the timing and pacing is a little weird, some of the characterization is rough, some choices don’t make a lot of sense.....it’s like Tim was just like, here’s how we can keep things interesting: let’s try to mess up all of our most beloved characters and relationships, throw in a love triangle here, insert ANOTHER love triangle there because fans sure enjoy those, use time jumps between episodes so we don’t have to actually show certain things, and not sing or reference HSM a single time after the first episode!! 

Season 1 is the kind of season of television that I can rewatch from start to finish multiple times in literally the same week and not get tired of it!!! It has this ✨magic✨ that Season 2 (while still having plenty of great moments!) just hasn’t quite captured for me. I’m sorry, maybe this sounds a little harsh hahaha I am fully aware that this is literally a Disney tv show, and pandemic precautions made things a lot more difficult, and also I know that the “sophomore slump” (aka season 2 struggles) is a real thing in tv! So I’m definitely hoping they figure it out in the remaining episodes, or are given the chance to try again in a third season. That’s the optimistic note I’m leaving this on; y’all know that I DO genuinely still love this show or I wouldn’t be here at all much less making gifs for it sldkfjslf

Wow I apologize for unintentionally writing an essay.....again, these are all just thoughts that have been floating around in my brain, I really hope no one takes offense to any of it!! I only meant to put a few of my scrambled feelings into words so if you actually read all of this, I applaud you and I’m sorry 😂❤️

[scandeniall]

dating suna be like

pairing: suna x reader

a/n: random dating suna drabbles because i <3 him. this was intitially gonna be some plot but it turned into entirely too many suna thoughts so- (more under cut) might do a part 2 idk

Dating Suna fun. Like all y’all do is chill and vibe but it’s never boring. The relationship is literally like dating the bestie. He probably calls you the homie to his friends. He will and does turn linking with them down to hang out with you (he genuinely enjoys spending time with you m—as u should when you’re dating someone lol). Half the time y’all just be chilling in each other’s presence mind your own business. Just sitting on the couch and he probably has he legs draped over your lap and whenever either of you see something funny you can just wordlessly hand your phone over to the other. I feel like you two would develop a similar sense of humor just by dating so he lets out a little low chuckle and smirk and just shakes his head handing your phone back.

If he’s gaming and has you over he always has one ear off so he can hear you talking to him. He mutes the mic when he chimes in. He doesn’t need the boys clowning if he slips up and says something cute

He’s the type of bf that’s like “excuse me” (mentally cause he not finna really day it) and loves you out the way with his hand on your waist/lower back. If he wants attention he damn near grinds against you (like you really ain’t have to do all that to get past lmfao). If you look at him like 🤨 he’s all “yeah my bad 😹”

Teases you like “you know your Megan but do you have Megan knees” (he saw that tik tok and spoiler—you don’t have them Megan knees. Fight him ❤️) Just mention how he’s done 5 strokes in and it’s all good. These roast sessions are funny and they happen a lot. Y’all have done the “it’s the for me” (without recording) it before. Or y’all do it a lot but it’s all love.

“ Yo (Y/N)” “What do you want?” “If you were a bug I’d step on you ❤️”

Hates driving so he makes you do it. You become his chauffeur. Whenever it’s “alright so who’s gonna drive,” he’s going to get your keys for you like a gentleman. He controls the aux though. He’ll sprinkle some songs you like in between his playlist bc he cares and likes seeing that little smile when your song comes on and you just vibing. He always has the seat reclined back pretty far (even when he is driving)

When y’all occasionally go out to parties he kinda just has his arm casually around your shoulder other hand holding a drink. If he’s still sober that’s as far as it go tbh. Y’all not really into the kissing PDA. But he will lean to whisper in your ear if he gotta tell you something. Will also do it to /badly/ rap some rap verse to you that’s playing. “Please don’t quit volleyball to become a rapper”You gotta get a few drinks in him to get him to dance fr. But if you throw it back he knows how to catch it just know that. Somewhere deep in the crevice of Atsumu’s phone there’s a video of you and Suna straight drunk, getting a lil touchy while dancing. (Bonus: y’all practice it in the bathroom mirror sometimes. Get a hype song playing and y’all both in a good mood and just feel oddly hype— yeah. Has the phone in one hand, other on your hip.)

Hes has a soundcloud and once made a song that was so bad that you forever clown him. You don’t let him live it down. He deleted that shit so fast. You straight hurt his feelings. “Babe come listen to this”

“LMFAO what is this garbage”

It gets awkwardly silent and you realize it’s him. You laugh so hard tears form. You can barely breathe as you ask if that’s really him.

Suna: nothing but pain

You tell him don’t he ever do that again in his life.

He looks good in anything he wears really. Does have a signature of either gray or black sweats though. Wears a tight black tee. Anyways at some point y’all get thin matching gold chains. His has a super tiny pendant. It’s the first letter of your name. When I say it’s a small letter, it’s small. Like you’d only see it if you were standing pretty close to him and purposely looking for it. He keeps it tucked under his shirt most of the time but sometimes it do dangle in your face and it’s like “damn I bagged him 🥰”. Your chain has a R on it is it’s bigger than his (but don’t worry not like obnoxiously big)

When you sleep you sleep with your backs to each other. Whenever he has to get up super early for practice he does wake you up to say bye (like it’s not 6am 😐). He wakes you up right when he’s up so his voice is all deep and sleepy as he just presses a kiss on the back of your shoulder before mumbling “Got practice. I’ll be back later” in your ear. This doesn’t happen all the time but sometimes when he’s hit with how good you are and how lucky he is he’d follow it up by softly gripping your jaw to place a soft and sleepy kiss on your lips. Those days are followed with soft “love yous” instead of the usual “see you later”

Whenever either of you has to travel or go away for an extended period of time y’all always end with “be safe”. It’s not the delirious morning “I love you” but still means the world. If you’re going together the two of you show up to airports in black hoodies and sweats. He always has his hood up and if it has strings he’ll pull them. Ifs it’s early he sleeps on your shoulder. Yes it starts to hurt and fall asleep but he’s cute when he’s not talking so ❤️

[softer-ua]

to me what katsuki's problem with deku is was that what he saw didn't align with what he was told.

like your quirk makes you strong, right? so according to society and literally everyone, katsuki = strong bc badass quirk and izuku = weak bc no quirk. the problem is, Katsuki sees the way Izuku behaves and sees that he's strong , that he has heroic spirit and that doesn't make sense to him because it contradicts the way he's been told society is supposed to work.

so while he insists and tries to convince himself that he's better than deku and deku is weak, he never truly believes it, because he can see that deku is no where near weak.

what makes his view of deku so confusing is that he is lying to himself inside his own head. he knows where he wants to stand with deku (re i am better than him) but that doesn't mean that's where he actually stands, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

in fact having to come to terms with it will literally spiral him into a panic attack

and it's interesting bc katsuki is normally so good at reading situations and people. his intuition is fantastic. he saw shindo was more of a bitch than he let on, he recognized AM was hiding sht about OFA just from AM's 'slight hesitation'

so where does all that stellar sense go??? why is he so bad at reading deku??

it honestly feels like the more invested he is in someone the worse he gets at reading them, since emotions take over. this is particularly true with deku. for example: a) he cares about his record to the point of banning his friends from smoking, but does shit to izuku that would destroy said record were his teachers any good at their jobs and b) first training exercise he basically throws it solely to go beat deku's ass, and like a few days later at USJ he's suddenly acting like a normal sane person who thinks shit through...?

it's like izuku's very existence takes Katsuki's sanity, throws it out the window and runs it over with a locomotive 😭😭

besides, it's not like the guy isn't well versed in contradictions.

with the sludge villain he was told he was strong for not dying after being left to die

deku, the person he's hurt, is also the only person who's ever seen him as fallible in a non malicious way and the only one who's ever allowed him the relief of being weak and having someone hear you out.

his mom loves him while victim blaming him and says that the teachers who chained him up on live television for saying no have a stellar understanding of his character.

the symbol of peace tied him to a podium

he spent a decade being called top hero material despite acting like a loonatic and now he comes to ua and suddenly exploding nerds is not acceptable behaviour? think about it, his teachers saw him doing shit to deku and they were like katsuki broski you're gonna be a great hero, so he was like yup this is totally the way i should act *blows up deku's notebook*

but then come ua and it turns out beating up deku qualifies him to be a villain, and that he has actually been acting like such a villain the actual villains want to be besties with him and the number 4 hero is hell bent on "fixing" him. that's a complete turn of tables.

if i was him i would've lost my mind by now ngl

and he's so emotionally constipated he doesn't even understand his own emotions, like his inner monologue about deku getting stronger and needing to keep up during the war arc sounds like such loser behaviour, but then it turns out the reason he wants to keep up is to be strong enough to help deku and be useful and keep deku from dying bc he is worried about deku.

he is so worried about deku he rips off oxygen masks and ivs and runs around the hospital spitting blood just to see him, but ofc he can't just say, yoo i care about my man deku, because dude is so bad at emotions he doesn't even realise it, so he just starts spewing lines from some edgy romance like "if you die ill kill u"

someone help this kid istg😭😭😭

100% all of this! 😂

When Deku is around Katsuki immediately shifts into being lead around on a choke chain by his feelings, even though him and feelings have never been so much as formally introduced

“I’m feeling something other than anger and that makes me mad” ~ Katsuki Bakugo probably

Also anyone wanna talk about how they left a teen with a heat based quirk who’s known for emotional imbalance unsupervised connected to pure oxygen and then let all his classmates chill in said room with him?

Everyday their entire society wakes up and says “fuck Katsuki lives, all my homies hate Katsuki” and then just leave him to die in various ways

[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him

using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful

no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF

Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things

Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones

But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so 👍

Some highlights I thought were very funny:

watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem

sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!

watson: visible pain

This clearly happens like every day or so with them

but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay

have you considered tho. have you considered them

have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them

They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.

Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife

Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME

They're... they certainly are.

ALSO OH MY GOD.

THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"

BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW

BRB SOBBING

CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER

The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married

Its so fucking funny.......

I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh

watson: I'm engaged!

sherlock: *pained groaning*

watson: do you... not like her?

sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.

watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me

sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*

watson: *in fucking agony*

sherlock: good for you!

I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT

ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S

I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main

The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.

And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.

I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?

I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy

But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem

Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly

Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER

cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.

Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny

Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.

LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH

SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS

Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like

Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!

watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you

Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT

watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days

sherlock: makes a deduction

watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!

sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol

watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait

watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!

sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.

watson: alright :)))))

AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS

So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is

And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?

LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.

HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???

AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty 😳 and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK

Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible

sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked

and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS

the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her

and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED

and the dude just LEAVES

After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations

Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today

Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON

Watson: ITS FIVE PM

and:

Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE

Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU

Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats

Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.

Sherlock, exasperated: yes!

I love them your honor.

[brattywriters-anonymous]

Spectacle. II

@chaneajoyyy

Inspired by our favorite hip hop couple, Offset and Cardi.

I was arguing with my best friend about what he did on her rolling loud set. I’m just gonna write this with Erik x OC (Black! OC);

Erik is a rapper as OC is a rising star. They recently married and his indiscretions have been publicly known via social media, Erik makes multiple attempts to make up for it.

June, 2018:

Erik Stevens, Stage Name: E. Kill. 31 years old. Married to Raelynn Stevens (Maiden, Johnson) They share one child, a 4 month-old Named Kire (Pronouced KYE-REE) Stephens.

Raelynn Stevens, Stage Name: Rae. 29 years old. Married to Erik Stevens. She and Erik share a daughter, 4 month-old Kire Stevens.

December 1, 2017

I woke up to the sun was on the opposite side of the house so I knew it was around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. All I could hear was a whispering back and forth between Shawna and Erik.

“I been calling her! I thought she was gone! I damn sure didn’t think she would wreck my shit!” “What did you think was gonna happen? You thought you were gonna come home to a home cooked meal, decent conversation, and some pregnant pussy? You had an affair, Erik. That’s worse than just fucking some slide tossing her some hundreds and never hearing from her again. You had this girl around you. You traveled for this girl. You traveled with this girl. You didn’t even tell Rae everything.” “If I told her everything, she’d burn this whole damn house down! You know that Shawna.” I shoot up from the couch yawning.

“Tell me what?” I direct the question at Shawna. Erik shoots over to me, bending to check on me, “Hey baby, how you doing?” My husband attempts to grab my hand, I push his hand away with my bandaged right one. “I wasn’t talking to you. What happened to my hand?” Shawna sits next to me, “Hey babes, don’t worry about all of that right now. How’s Kire?” I rubbed my belly, “She woke me up so, she’s good.” Out the corner of my eye I see Erik reaching out for me. “N’jadaka. Do yourself a favor, don’t touch me.” He stands up, “How you wanna move forward Rae? Because I love you. I want my family. Give me the chance to fight for it.”

It’s not until Shawna hands me some toilet paper that I realize I am crying, “I need time. Get out.” He grabs a bag I’m sure he packed while I was sleeping and exits through the front door, as he opens the door, paparazzi floods our front porch. I hang my head low, mortified and wondering how I’ll ever get out of my home. “How am I gonna get through this?” My bestie comforts me in a tight hug, “With help, mami. That’s how. Ya team gotchu baby. Believe that.”

--

December 2, 2017

My assistant Nessa strolls through my backdoor, knowing paparazzi weren’t that indecent to bum-rush my backyard, in awe. “Damn Rae, what happened in here?” I fold my arms shrugging watching TMZ covering my family’s demise for a second time. “I blacked out by the time I was swinging at the records in there”, I nonchalantly point at the dining room. She turns her attention to that, “Daayym! Did somebody burglarize ya spot?” I shake my head, “Nah. I did this. Fucked up that r8 in the garage too.” “What happened? You wouldn’t just do this finding out what happened with that chickenhead.” She holds her hands out looking for answers.

“E came home.” She sucks her teeth, “Forty-Eight Hours Later!” Her spongebob commentator accent makes me crack up at her silly ass, “I needed that” She clings onto me, “I know, boo. I’m sorry he had to be an asshole. How’s the baby?” “The baby is fine!” I succeed in keeping the sex a secret from my assistant, once again. “Dammit, I’m gon catch you off guard! I hope it’s a baby girl so we can get her fly like her momma!” I blush at her correct guess, “Anyway, let me work a miracle. Go take a seat!” I stroll upstairs to retreat back to my baby’s room.

--

When I reach the top of the steps I looked at the closed door to our bedroom, it had a folded paper in between it. I snatch it out of its place, it was a photo of our wedding picture we took after we eloped in the chapel in Las Vegas.

“Baby lets just do it!” Erik’s tipsy slur was apparent, “Do what, N’jadaka?” “Let’s get married babyy. Be my wife!” “Nigga, what?” He got on one knee in the middle of a busy Las Vegas strip, “You know I love you baby. More that I’ve ever loved any woman. I’m tired of spending time without you! We on tour at different times, back in LA at different times! I’m ready for us to live in our home. I’m ready to put a baby in yo fine ass, Rae.” I protested, “I think not! Boy, you tried it!” He sucked his teeth, “I’m gettin’ yo ass pregnant! Anyway, I’m ready to spend the rest of my life witchu babe. Let me make an honest woman of you tonight.” He pulled out my ring, “Baby, it’s just a band!” He shrugged, “Since we getting married tonight, I figured we’ll work our way up to the wedding ring.” I giggled, “Cocky ass, you just know Imma say yes?” “Will you?” I nodded, “Yes. Yes, N’jadaka!”

I love you. I love Kire. I love our family. Please don’t give up on us.

E.

I swing the door open, “Shawna!” “Yes?” “Can you come up here please?” She met me in my room, “What’s up Rae?” “What was everything that E didn’t tell me?” she sighs, “Uhm, have a seat.” “I’m so tired of people telling me what the fuck to do! I want to stand! Tell me what he’s done, Shawna. Please? I can’t know what I’m doing if I don’t know everything!” She leans on the dresser. I hear my google alerts go off, “Has Rae fallen off the edge? What the fuck?” I click the notification which had a picture of the damaged r8 rolling out of our garage. Nessa jets to my room, “Girl. I had to get that car to the dealership! I’m sorry, they’re closing in less than an hour and if I didn’t get it there today it wasn’t gonna be ready until after the holidays.” “No. No. You good Ness. You’re doing your job! Thank you.” She exhales a sigh of relief, “Okay, cool. What’s going on though? Feels like I’m missing something.”

Shawna clears her throat, “Uhm.. So E. Solace didn’t expose everything that happened. She didn’t wanna publicly put that out, she wanted to have a conversation with you.” “With me? Tuh! The broad has nothing to say to me.” Shawna continues, “In May, she found out she was pregnant.” I blinked a few times, “Excuse me?” “E fucked up Rae. He got her pregnant. He immediately told her to get an abortion, her being an IG model and scared that a pregnancy was gonna ruin her image, she went through with it in July.”

--

Erik’s POV

I turn on my TV to see my wife being bombarded by paps on TV, her round shape shades covering her eyes, “Rae, have you decided what you’re gonna do about E’s indiscretions?” “Rae, are you gonna get a divorce?” “Rae, did you speak with Solace?” She ignored every inquiry walking into the Beverly Center. I get a notification on my phone, a text from Shawna, “E. Rae’s new number is 310-021-2231.” I texted her.

I’m on my way. Meet me at Farmhouse, please?

Rae Bae: Yeah. LMK when you get here.

That was simple. Too simple. Mac emerges from his kitchen, “Wassup, homie?” “I’m about to meet up with Rae.” He stops in his path, “Woah, you sure she not gon come at you with a bat?” I flinch at the mention, “Man, nah. We in public. She not gon go off the handle like that!” “Man whatever! Rae Rae went cray cray and whooped yo ass! And the r8?! Your other bae?! That was petty. She bought it!” I shake my head, “I think that’s why she destroyed it. She knew I had ol girl in it.” “My nigga.. I know you not that dumb.” “Yeah. I am.” Mack palms his face, “Wow.. Just... wow. Well, good luck on that meeting. I’d keep my distance. Sit at the longest table they got in that bitch!”

My phone rings, I see my wife’s face on the screen.

--

Rae’s POV

I’m just having the week from hell! My husband’s been cheating on me, it’s in the public eye, I got shows to do for the next month, I need to get in the studio, and now I lost my phone somewhere in this damn mall! This stress and prego brain has taken my irritation to an all time high. “Are Rae and you gonna work things out? Is she pissed off at you? Where are those bruises from, man?” N’jadaka simply answers, “Look, I’m having dinner with my wife, Hope you have a good evening.” I turn around to see him waving off the cameraman, “Hi.” “Hello, beautiful. How you holding up?” “I’m alright. Lost my phone today, but I’m good.”

N’jadaka digs into his pocket and pulls out my phone, “You left it in Saint Laurant. An employee used a picture of you to unlock it and called me.” “You get her number too?” He nudges me, “C’mon Rae. You know I didn’t.” “Whatever, Your daughter is hungry. Let’s go.”

--

The tension in the private room is so thick, it can get cut with a phone charger cord. I requested the waiter leave us a pitcher of water so he wouldn’t have to come in back and forth to check on us. Because I don’t need my business being spread all over the tabloids regarding my private life.

“Baby, talk to me. I haven’t ever seen you so quiet.”

I take a large piece of salmon and engulf it, “You got her pregnant.” “I--” “Think about your answer..before you think about lying.” he sighs, “I did.” “Did you tell her you were leaving me?” “Rae, it don’t matter--” “IT DOES MATTER, N’JADAKA!” “I didn’t tell her I was gonna leave. I told her that we weren’t as serious as we were in the beginning.” Erik is sitting on the opposite end of the dinner table, on purpose I’m sure.. That doesn’t stop me from trying to throw a plate at his head. The plate clashes with the wall, “Oh, so being married and having a child on a way isn’t serious to you?” I chuck the silverware at him, “I can’t fucking believe you!” “I was telling her what she wanted to hear! It was words with no action behind it!”

“Why? Why did you do this to me? To us?” He hangs his head low, “I’m scared. I’m scared of this fatherhood shit. I know I foreshadowed this when I proposed, but it becoming a reality is freaking me out. I guess I was running from it. I called it off with her before our shower.” I take one final bite of my meal, “It’s funny how you say you’re scared. You’ve been to every doctor’s appointment, you’ve been talking to her, reading to her, singing and rapping to her. You’ve been the father that she needs. And behind my back, you haven’t been the partner I need. You’ve been cheating on me my entire pregnancy. Now all of a sudden as of last month, you want your family? Nah. You gon have to show me. Until then, stay where you at. I’ll sync our calendars before I leave for doctor’s appointments. Other than that.. I’ll mail your shit to Mack’s place.”

“Are we over? We throwing away two years like that? Over some hoe I don’t even want?” “Don’t ever forget, YOU DID THIS.” I sync our calendars as I finish my statement. “Don’t contact me. When I need to see you, I’ll let you know.” I rise from my seat, flip over my plate and exit, stage left, through the restaurant’s back door, avoiding paparazzi.

--

Okay, III Is going to be the last one (I promise! It’s gonna tie everything together and Rae’s POV between how E got her back... ya’ll gon see, ya’ll gon see.)

[westcoastprancer]

My Auto-Spaz-Ography

***WARNING - WAY TOO MUCH UNNECESSARY PROFANITY***

Getting past the only child bullshit...sue me I guess? Not my fault my parents could only handle one of me. Pretty annoying growing up hearing from morons that I must be a spoiled little shit...

Can’t really argue there. Aside from self-inflicted hunger (you know...that junior high self image bullshit..starve and lose 5 lbs in a weekend), I’ve never gone hungry. I’ve never been cold, without clothes, or a roof over my head. I was taught values. So yeah, I am fucking spoiled rotten. No apologies there.

People who continuously stay “stuck” royally piss me off. These weirdos are toxic. Avoid them at all costs. They will not change. You will thank me for this piece of advice sometime in your life. Everybody’s got a problem. So do I. Set goals for yourself. Get the fuck off your sad ass every couple weeks. Find your best friend (if you don’t have one of those...you should seriously consider working on finding one) get trashed, talk it out and let that shit go for a while. If you’re stuck in a rut for more than 2-3 months, get help. Seriously. It’s not embarrassing. It’s way more shitty in the long run when you turn out to be the aforementioned person who just stays fucking “stuck”. On another note, subject of the week has been middle aged divorced broads with kids and how sly and bitchy they are. If they go ape shit on me before getting their facts straight, imagine what they do to all these poor men? No fucking wonder a good, non hot dog throwing down hallway status, loyal, no bullshit broad like me can’t find a solid dude. The good dudes are out there getting berated by these broads they knocked up and can’t get out of it now because...you know...the kids and stuff. I’m glad I took a different path. Can’t imagine being in that desperate place looking for affection because I am 37-47 year old wrinkly, loosey goosey broad thinking I was tossed aside by a shitty man, when I am the nutbag...just looking for attention. It’s easy to get laid. No strings. No problems. Many people make it way too complicated. My friend’s brother is hilarious. He is kinda a douche and I love his stories about profiling chicks. My favorite was when he told this broad at the bar she looked beautiful and she said how he made her day! (First red flag) They go to exchange numbers and she once again tells him what a nice time she had meeting him ( nothing wrong with that) but then goes on daily wishing him a good day. That’s another desperate sign. Come to find out...middle aged. Divorced. Kids. Lonely in the panties. You know the drill. I used to host this radio show called Cryin’ Lovin’ Laughin’ or Leavin’ so I learned these things sort of young. You remember the patterns of people. You know warning signs of crazy. Here’s the most invaluable lesson, most people are batshit crazy. Keep the wall up a while. Test people. I have caught so many good people (so I thought) in lies through the years. Even little irrelevant lies. It doesn’t matter if it’s a friend, relative, colleague, or significant other. When you catch someone in a lie of even the smallest, you wonder what else they are capable of lying about. It changes everything. Be like me. Don’t lie. Sometimes it’s hard, but then you have nothing to hide and having the truth on your side keeps you out of some really shitty situations.Even if it is so embarrassing and you have to put a towel over your head to face the truth...do it. If you don’t believe a word of anything else I say...believe me when I tell you about people. The good and the bad. Just take the time to get to know a person. You don’t want a lazy middle aged squinty eyed salmoncake real estate selling Mom moving her and her kids asses into your house all of a sudden. You ain’t that desperate. Oh and dudes, I’m coming for you...don’t act desperate either. Just don’t. I tend to take your sides on this shit because dudes on the other sides of things are usually just happy to be free, so their demeanor is totally different. But that doesn’t mean I won’t flip sides on you if you guys start getting weird. Covid seems to have made everyone crazy.

Even in a good mood, there is nothing better than a super depressing 90’s country song...am I right? It’s that sad shit that always gets me in my damn near non-existent soul. Look, I randomly placed 6th out of 20 on a totally impromptu Roast Battle at the Laugh Factory in LA one night. One of the roastmasters told me I did so well for my first time because I have no soul. HA HA HA...that one fucking stuck with me. Back to the point - if you can’t sit down with a couple good homies now and then and blast “Alibis” on 10 while chugging Crown, you should really address some things in your monotonous life. Just sayin for someone who doesn’t do the bar scene much anymore and barely has feelings...I know every color of every neon sign. I’m always hashin out a heartache in the back of my mind. Makes me remember not to go there ever again. People suck. I feel like I have already mentioned this. I’m not a “hard” person. I’m a realist. I don’t want to miss fantastic opportunities with people, but I also know those people are few and far between so I really keep my guard up. The right people always tear it down in time. 

People who get offended by profanity seriously piss me off more than a hive of wasps chasing me. Let me be clear...if I wasn’t dropping at least 72 f-bombs a day...I’m not sure where I would be in life. It’s turning all negative events in my life into positivity. I mean when you think about the F word. No matter how you slice or dice it...it does have a positive meaning in any context. “Go fuck yourself.” - Ok! “Fuck that!” - With what?! “Fuck You!” - Time and place please? Etc… Do you know what I am fucking saying?

Seriously asked my father the other day why he didn’t own Hilton chains or something. I’m sick of this fucking sweaty ass work too hard lifestyle with hardly any time to do fun shit. The idea of being some stuck up heiress with holes in my pockets sound fucking fantastic to me sometimes. Maybe just not the stuck up part. Could you imagine me that way? Snap my fingers and a drink comes! First class flights to St. Croix with my inner posse.  Living the goddamn dream. Me and my doggies on a private island!

I’ve become a bit dramatic, I think. For an extremely hard headed Portagee, I can still call myself out when needed. It’s kinda weird not living alone anymore. I’ve got a badass homie around now (wish I would have met years ago) who actually gives a shit how my day was. So I kinda get called out now on my bullshit. (Side note: It’s important to keep company around you who doesn’t enable your negative traits. Your best friends will call you on your shit and help you grow.) Sometimes I’ll lay down and pout all day over some shit that is NOTHING. Just get stoned and forget the fuck about it. I’m sure this is something I’ve been doing for years. Never caught it til now. Checklist to work on. No one likes even a small percentage of a drama queen. Yuck.

Amazing the shit I think of while stoned. What’s the point of dating? Attach yourself to another person for life? Is that even natural? Attach yourself to yourself...not American Pie style you pervert. Attach yourself to doggies. I cannot stress enough how fulfilling life is raising pups. Watching them grow and learn. I’m not even talking about the ones you raise from babies. Even at an older age, your dog will still learn and grow with mental stimulation and affection. It’s so amazing to watch the new things they learn and pick up on. If you treat your dogs well, they will treat you double as well until death do you part. Sure, it’s shitty you get so attached and they don’t live very long, but it teaches you perseverance. True value of cherishing your pals and moving on in your life always keeping a piece of them with you. Sounds fucking gut wrenching sad. It is, but I promise you the time you spend with your pups outweighs the sadness in the end.( If you’re planning on spending zero time with your animal, leave your pet in constant confined spaces, starve or beat it...don’t fucking get one. Don’t even get close to one. They are better off in the wild than with your crazy ass. You ain’t right.)

You can’t be a lying dickface all the time and expect everyone to be nice to you. Saw a good one on Family Guy that touched my sweet heart a little. Stewie to Brian: “You’re not my friend. Friends come and go. You’re family. That’s for life.” Sounds so sweet. In fact I wanted to call my bestie and tell him that. Then I snapped out and realized “family” can be a super toxic F word. Sad thing is I have a pretty big “family” on each side, yet the older I get, I have realized my only family is my parents. In fact, I have created my own family full of non-blood relatives. Life is wonderful in the positive environment I have created for myself through the years. It’s amazing to form bonds with amazing people who have no ulterior motives like wills and money. Fucking money brings out the true colors in people. It’s sad. People spend their whole lives trippin balls over money. That must suck. 

Those dorks at Central Catholic. Even at 15 made me laugh like hell. They’d interview the football “stars” getting full rides to Notre Dame and shit. My favorite was when asked about their favorite band... “Creed man. Such great “hard rock” with such powerful, positive messages.” Those dudes are probably miserable in their physical therapists jobs with their cheating whore wives who come home smelling like ratty vaginas. Someone had to fucking say it. Embarrassing confession: “My Sacrifice” is a FANFUCKINGTASTIC song!

I have a hard time with people. I try my best. I always learn and continue to grow. I got that goin for myself. People suck. People are cruel. (3rd time I’ve said this today?)  People take no time to disappoint me for the most part. If you’re kind to me, I will be twice as kind to you. If you’re a fuckface to me, expect me to be an extra double fuck with a cherry on top. Add some nuts too and suck on that shit. I’m a badass person to have in your life and on your team. If you’re lucky enough to make it into my inner circle, I’ll probably be one of the best friend’s you’ve ever made. If you can’t look at yourself in the mirror and see the person that you would like to be friends with, you need to make some changes. It took me a long time to become my own best friend. If you can’t be solid with spending time with yourself, you can’t be solid with anyone and you’ll eventually become a dead weight. Take the time to get to know yourself and work on it...for me it’s constant. I know there is other people with my qualities in the world. If you find one, take the time to learn about them and ease your way into friendship slowly. Actions speak louder than words. Prove yourself to be a good human. Be patient. The best relationship of any type comes with time and work.

Let’s see…

Don’t be a fucking retail investor.

Don’t be a fucking commie.

Don’t be a fucking douchebag. 

Don’t fucking settle.

Don't stop bettering yourself for you and those you care for.

Don’t stop fucking being YOU!

LO

[pansexuanarchy]

Answer them all!

1: is there a boy/girl in your life? Yes and no2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? Yeah I do3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” I think of cat???4: what’s something you really want right now? Constant stream of attention5: are you afraid of falling in love? Terrified6: do you like the beach? Eh its alright7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Yes8: what’s the background on your cell? A picture of a guys head opening up and it says "never stop learning"9: name the last four beds you sat on? My bed, my dads bed, my moms bed, my friends bed10: do you like your phone? Its cool11: honestly, are things going the way you planned? Not exactly but that's life12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? A coworker 13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? Rottweiler14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional pain 😢15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Museummm16: are you tired? Constantly 17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? Probably forever 18: are they a relative? Yeh19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Yes 20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? Not sure if youd count it but I guess this morning21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? Yeah I would22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again? A million times 23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? 2 if u count my watch 24: is there a certain quote you live by? You do what u gotta do25: what’s on your mind? How adult life is so fucking shitty and I have to be ok with it26: do you have any tattoos? I have 327: what is your favorite color? Purple28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Who knows...29: who are you texting? My frandsss30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yeah31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? My anxiety is bound to be right at some point 32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes33: do you think anyone has feelings for you? Yeah lmao 34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Kinda often tbh35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? I would probably have a mental breakdown tbh36: were you single on valentines day? Nope37: are you friends with the last person you kissed? I like to think so but idk by the way shes been acting 38: what do your friends call you? Jay39: has anyone upset you in the last week? Not in particular 40: have you ever cried over a text? Yes41: where’s your last bruise located? My ass42: what is it from? Bug bites 🙄43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? This summer 44: who was the last person you were on the phone with? My best friend45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes? I guess my docs??? But I dont wear them much in the summer 46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? I wear hats all the time47: would you ever go bald if it was the style? No48: do you make supper for your family? Sometimes49: does your bedroom have a door? No50: top 3 web-pages? Tumblr Facebook and Instagram51: do you know anyone who hates shopping? Meeee52: does anything on your body hurt? Everything always 53: are goodbyes hard for you? Depends on the person 54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Coffee55: how is your hair? Long and luscious 56: what do you usually do first in the morning? Take a shower 57: do you think two people can last forever? I guess its possible58: think back to january 2007, were you single? I was 759: green or purple grapes? Green60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? Hopefully tonight after work61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? In bed lmao62: when will be the next time you text someone? Probably later today63: where will you be 5 hours from now? Hopefully home64: what were you doing at 8 this morning. Taking a shit65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked? Yeah66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? Maybe67: did you kiss or hug anyone today? I hugged someone today c:68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Man I should really go to sleep earlier 69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? My whole life 70: how many windows are open on your computer? Like 571: how many fingers do you have? All of them?????72: what is your ringtone? The arrested development theme song73: how old will you be in 5 months? 1974: where is your mum right now? Puerto Rico 75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? Toxic toxic toxic 76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? Barely but yeah78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? A girl named Brianna79: is there anyone you know with the name mike? Yeah my old suspension school dean lmao hes the homie80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Dont remind me...81: how many people have you liked in the past three months? One.82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? My dad lmao83: will you talk to the person you like tonight? Probably not84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? That's fucking gross wtf85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? Depends on the drugs and as long as they share86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? The theatre applauded87: who was your last received call from? My bestie 88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Hell yeah89: what is something you wish you had more of? Reliable sources of love that I can trust90: have you ever trusted someone too much? It's my biggest problem91: do you sleep with your window open? Nah I have fans and AC92: do you get along with girls? Yeh93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? I dont think so??94: does sex mean love? Definitely not95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? I wish we were so we could finally talk96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Yeah I think so97: did you sleep alone this week? Sadly98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? Yeah I guess I do99: do you believe in love at first sight? I thought I did100: who was the last person that you pinky promise? My ex.

[rnbooboo]

4/23 Head Twat(work post)

Yesterday was one of those tough shifts. It definitely didn’t aid in my A++ positive mood for today. *wink wink* THAT ONE CHARGE NURSE One of the charge nurses on my unit is like, the ring leader of the “Hot-Nurse Gang” of my floor. I’ll call her “Madeline”. Madeline is married with no kids. She wants to think of herself as young but like, when you really look at her you see the lines and she doesn’t actually look that great. She has great hair that I am envious of… but she’s so into herself. She loves drama and LOVES to gossip. I’ve been told she’s best friends with our supervisor. I can’t say that I’ve SEEN any special treatment but she’s always name dropping that she is texting her or something. Here’s a list of things I really dislike about her: *She’s always on her phone. *She almost NEVER leaves the nurse station. *She is always playing with her hair at the nurse station. *I can count on one hand the number of times she’s been in a room with me assisting in patient care. (I couldn’t begin to count how often the other charges on my unit are rounding and helping me and other RN’s out). *She orders food for lunch almost every day that she works and it becomes a big to-do about asking other nurses what they’d like but she very pointedly doesn’t ask EVERYONE (if you get what I’m saying). *She plots to take her lunch at the same time as her bestie friend nurses regardless of if that leaves the unit like… deserted…. Anyway, Madeline makes multiple employees uncomfortable. I have had quite a few employees complain to me on days when she’s working about how she makes them feel nervous because she’s always trying to find things wrong with them during her shifts, like they’re picked on. And they are scared because it’s a direct line to our supervisor. I’ve actually witnessed her step into the breakroom (cause I was in there) and call the supervisor to just ‘let her know’ about an event that wasn’t that serious… it was literally to gossip ...so annoying. Basically the bitch doesn’t DO anything because she’s too busy sniffing every one else’s assholes to see if she can find people fucking up. BUT SHE NEVER finds fault with the members of her “clique”. iNtEReStiNg .

So moving on to the story.

One of the RN’s on my unit continually has a heavy load of patients. She gets like, 4 Max Assits/Q2 turn patients EVERY fucking shift while some nurses have like, 3 As&Osx4 pts and a hip fx. And dude, this lady kicks ass… she’s usually almost running through most of her shift. She never misses meds, she’s always turning her pts, always cleaning them up. I know because I help her. The downfall is that she is from another country with a thick accent and due to the accent and the culture difference, I think the immature, insecure “hot nurses” interpret her as incompetent. But she is not. So she had the usual set up of 3 max assists and then one pt who was going to be discharging but his discharge was a MESS right? So she’s busy. At some point she goes into one of the rooms and starts calling for a code stroke. And I was like, shocked at how slowly the team jumped into action to help her. It was weird. Anyway. Turns out the patient wasn’t having a stroke… nobody really knew what was going on and they said that they thought he just became severely dehydrated….?

So an hour or two later, this foreign nurse and I are changing the patients wound dressings and the door is closed (and he’s completely out of it sleeping and what-not) and she starts to tell me how she knows nobody likes her and they’re always trying to find things wrong with her work. And she is just going off about it, so sad like. She started crying so much she had to stop bandaging this guy. And I was like, “lady, I see you work hard. You consistently are given a crap assignment and hard patients and then NO ONE helps or supports you. I see it. I think you are one of the best nurses on this unit. I know it. I take care of all your patients all the time and I see what you’re doing. Forget the charge nurse, it’s her prerogative to find only negative things. Where is she?? She should be here supporting you and helping you. You had a potential stroking patient? Why wasn’t she delegating tasks to other nurses to help with your other patients? Why wasn’t she HELPING instead of HARANGING?” And this nurse was like, “I know I know I’m only telling you because I know you’re a good person but I just want someone to understand how hard it is for me to get out of bed on the days I work. I don’t want to be here. I feel hated. I always feel like my job is in jeopardy”. THIS BROKE MY HEART. I hadn’t decided whether I liked Madeline yet… I knew I didn’t trust her. But hearing how her behavior affected one of the best nurses we have all because she isn’t part of the clique, made me hate her. I can’t stand her. That’s really all there is to it.

And this is one of the struggles in nursing, I realized. There are absolutely cliques of “hot nurses” who have some weird obsession with being the popular nurses. And going out of their way to judge and degrade the nurses around them who they think are inferior. Madeline is not alone. She has a crew of about 4 or 5 people and when they’re ALL at work together, it’s literal hell. They of course have other nurses who  aren’t considered as “hot” or “popular” as them… but are  “approved of” and then there is every one else. And you can tell who is and isn’t approved of because those that aren’t really do keep to themselves and try to stay “unnoticed”.

I know other people experience this. It gave me a lot to think about. For example, how I want to present myself. I have no interest in being in that clique. But I also refuse to live my life in fear for my career because someone doesn’t like me. I need to make sure that I am unfuckwithable at work. Like, her opinion of me should not affect my career since it’s a game she plays with everyone there… and I will be respected for my work ethic, my effort, and my integrity. If you try to create problems for me, you will learn the hard way, not to. I will stand up for myself, unlike my co-worker (it’s just not who she is to be confrontational… confrontation in her culture is like being disrespectful and she would never).

But…. Homie don’t play that mess. xoxo – Gossip Girl

Jk but so apropos

xoxo- Nic

[vzsgossip]

Let’s play: Analysing the biography’s

We invented a little new game to play with you to disregard your boredeom! We thought we would list up a few names and analyse and spot their lines.

Starting off with Romee Strijd. Her favorite interests contain the name “Josie”, supposedly it’s about her bestie Josephine. The love they share for each other is dangled like a carrot in front of everybody to see, how much, they complete each other’s life. Going a bit down the cocky sentence “* blows a kiss to myself in the mirror* let’s get drunk” is published for everyone to read. Personally I guess it’s equivocal, first to impress and please herself but the “let’s get drunk” also seems more turned out and freaky at the same time. Apparently Romee shows us her character traits.

Proceeding with Cole Sprouse, our latest darling of all times, he is in deepest belief to be a animated character. Saying he would be “Jughead Jones”, a animated cartoon, where he is one of the main characters created by Bob Montana and John L. Jughead is a smart, snarky, laid-back, easygoing and rather odd high school student. He's obsessed with eating food. Maybe Cole sees himself with one of these character traits. (Later back to this.) Cole’s favorite quote is “ Two scoops please, waffle cup, and the smallest goddamn spoon you have, I'm gunna make this orgasm last all night.” Looking up, we realize Jug and Cole has some things in common because apparently he is an odd guy, talking about too small spoon, scoops and waffle cup. However, it makes him a very interesting young lad. Talking about devices to eat we suppose he likes food just as much. Also Cole seems very laid-back and easygoing in the way he speaks as Jug does. Mysterious, Mysterious ....

Now coming to a more gloomily page, i.e Stella Luna. Starting with the midget but existing postive thing of her page. “Vampire and Mermaid “ Stella apparently loves pretending to be a mixture of Vampire and Mermaid. She jocularly talks about it like she lives it with passion, giving other people hints to become a Vampire/Mermaid or how to speak up to such a creature. Sadly there are more shady sides in her life. Reading through her lines, we see a dismal history with lots of pain and self-doubts. Her page contains “Times have grown old and the past became vast but as numbers are deleted and doors are closed I'm still sitting here with my heart all violated. The constant tears and aches have become the cost of this constant game. But after all that has happened I know I'll never be the same. The past is gone, a fatality took place but a new step forward and an old step back will lead me closer to the right track. A track inspired by love and pain, while dealing with humanity, the constat self-doubts and all the dolorousness I'll sit here with my eyes shut knowing my sanity will give me a second chance.” This is the excellent poem her heart spoke up without a ending. The poem is written since endlessly periods and although she believes “(..) my sanity will give me a second chance.”  There is no end yet. Her broken lines and painful thoughts are breeding fast. Hoping the best ....

Now last but not least, Matthew Noszka. We realized many of you want to see, hear or read more of our beloved Matthew, therefore we thought we will already incorporate him in our new game. His biography is short but interesting. Reading interline you will notice a few hidden things... Perhaps. He says “ My speech fluctuates between thy dearest Shakespeare and ya homie from next block “ Apparently Matthew’s characters traits are divided in two parts. The Shakespeare, the loving, charming, romantic and poem-ing guy. But also the laid-back, cocky, easygoing and the slang using person. Either Matthew divides the people the different speech’s or he divides how is mood springs. It’s all about getting to know him better. Personally I think a Sheakspeare saying ya homie seems very interesting.

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12/17/2016 - Not A Good Friend

I have a very good friend of mine that has a heart condition. Even with the condition, she’s lived for a longer time than expected by every doctor that has examined her.

I believe we had an argument the night before, so we were kinda mad at each other. So I texted her to see if she was okay.

I didn’t hear from her in the morning. I figured she was sleeping or probably just ignoring me.

Afternoon comes and still no answer. Now I get worried. I kept texting her and texting her, hoping that nothing really happened to her. I’m a worry wart, so when I worry about someone or something I care about, I worry to the point that I can freak out.

I leave for work and my girl bestie hits me up. For those that don’t know, this is the same friend I stopped talking to the beginning of April. That was the time I felt the lowest in my life ever. Anyway, she wanted to chill. I was FUCKING excited because this was the first time I would see her since April 1st. Like we are homies.

But I was still worried about my other friend. That same night I hung out with my girl bestie. We went to our former co-worker’s house and drank for a while. Although I was having some fun, I was still worried because something could’ve happened to my friend.

I did get a call from her but I ignored the call. I guess I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I didn’t know why the fuck I picked up. Then she texted but it was her sister. Something did happen. I don’t want to go into detail.

Fast forward to the next day and my friend and I really went back and forth. It could’ve turned out to be one of the worst days of my life and I went to go drink with friends; something I could’ve done any other night...even if I was so worried about my friend. Even writing this make me feel like I’m the worst friend in the world.

Shit man...

-KB