#honestly the last two years of my life 🤷🏻‍♀️

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shards and splinters

parings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

desc: apparently what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. now you’ve died and returned alive, perhaps it’s time to test that theory; or risk losing your life once and for all.

warnings: blood, angst, swearing, fighting, guns and gun violence, death descriptions, long as fuck, sex mentions i guess(? if you squint), hurt/comfort, gory i guess (jake🤷🏻‍♀️) writers note: idk how accurate these are bc i’ve been writing this on and off for years but cover all bases i guess xx

a/n: psa to pls reblog anyway she’s BAAAAAACKKK did you miss me ?? i missed youse … if there’s even a moonknight fandom anymore 🫣 i’m so sorry for the 2 years gone from the face of tumblr, i’ve quite honestly had two years from hell and insane writers block so. can anyone even remember this series?? idk maybe you should all reread the first parts 👀👀 anyways. there’ll be one more part to this (will it come this year? next? 2026? who knows…) bc i HATED my original ending and just had to change it. also sorry if this feels rushed or like it jumps around a lot, it’s been written over YEARS, but i’ve tried my best for continuity. also, i know there’s a lot missing in like fight scenes but they are BORING and i hate writing em so i’m not doing it. tried, got half way thru then didn’t touch this for 7 months so.. it’s no fight scene or no part at all. but my last part is pretty much done so hopefully it’ll be posted soon! ill let youse savour this for a while tho lol. on a real note thank you all SO much for all the love, even two years later. it means the world. all my love, all the time x

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the air felt different now. it was funny; you and marc had been apart hundreds, if not thousands of times, but he had never felt your absence. not like this. no, never like this. it was different now because he knew he could look for you everywhere and you would still be in that room, not breathing, not living.

he could see it all so clearly now. all of what? all of it. everything; life, your life, his life, where everything went wrong, what he should have done, should have said, how he could have saved you.

there was nothing you could have done, marc.

“that’s easy for you to say.” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. “you’re not the one who was halfway through a fucking argument when harrow took her. and if you can remember, harrow took her because of me.”

steven sighed, and went quiet.

“i should’ve died on that fucking alter.”

marc said it over and over, like a prayer, to go back in time and pull the trigger. he was fuck knows where, it looked like the middle of the desert but marc didn’t care enough to question it.

he had walked out of that pyramid and kept on walking - for hours. the hot egyptian sun had began to set, casting a rosy hue on everything. the humidity make marc’s head ache.

steven had gone silent - a small hum of anger in the back of marc’s head. it usually would have surprised marc, for steven to be the angry one. but he wasn’t sure he would never feel surprised again.

are you going to wallow here forever?

marc looked up, low sun glinting in his eyes, making him squint. but he could tell exactly who it was - crescent staff in his peripheral.

“fuck off.”

khonshu laughed. that’s one way to talk to a god.

“fuck off.” he repeated.

and why should i, mortal? why should i listen to you?

“you did this.” it was stiff, cold, a definite statement. “you did this to us.”

khonshu groaned, moving to block the sun from marc’s eyes so he could see him properly. aren’t you going to question how i am here?

“no.”

perhaps you should.

marc could never cope with khonshu’s riddles. they had always infuriated him - never getting a straight answer. but this one, he could tolerate.

“fuck does that mean?” he was looking directly into khonshu’s eyes now - something he had readily avoided for years. “and don’t give me any of your goddamn riddles.”

if you must be so blunt, it would seem like osiris has taken a liking to your poor lady wife. hathor isn’t half fond of her, either. maybe you ought to go back to the pyramid, something tells me your needed.

and he was gone. disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving marc alone in the saharan sunset, shaking and still covered in his wife’s blood.

she’s alive?

“i-” marc looked around. “i don’t-”

his eyes slipped into the back of his head.

steven took a deep breath, swallowing hard. he set off in a run - towards the pyramid.

-

“this feels so fucking weird.”

you were pressed flat against the wall, peeking around every few seconds to make sure one of harrow’s followers wasn’t coming your way.

i must admit, it’s been a while since i’ve had an avatar.

you let out a breathy laugh. was that your first ever laugh since being revived? you supposed it must be. oh, you wished it was one of steven’s jokes you were laughing at instead.

you didn’t think you’d ever find one of his jokes unfunny again.

“where is he?”

it’s hard to tell. i can’t check, unless i’d like ammit to spot me.

humming, you looked around the corner once again, breath hitching when you saw a shadow come closer.

what made your breath stop completely, however, was the slow, melodic tapping of a cane, following every footstep the person took.

harrow was less than two feet away from you.

swallowing hard, you pushed yourself against the wall even harder, back cold against the concrete. you hoped - prayed with your newfound faith in osiris and his mercy - that harrow would turn back the other way, not hearing your thumping heart.

but your luck had ran out for this lifetime.

the tapping of the cane became louder, until you could see the tip of it in your peripheral, crunching glass finally becoming audible. he was about to come around the corner, and see you. you would be impossible to miss, even the bright red of your new outfit making you stand out.

it seemed like it was impossible to escape harrow, and the tapping of his cane. he had killed you once, what would stop him from doing it again?

apparently, a guardian angel. someone spoke, making harrow turn to look behind him.

this was your chance - to slip away and turn the opposite corner, escape harrow in your new life as you couldn’t in your last.

his voice made you flinch. cool, charming, low. like a snake - exactly like a snake, now you thought about it. the way he slid through life, from the bar all those years ago, to now, awakening a centuries old god, aiming to destroy the world.

you could slither away too, though.

still holding your breath, you sidestepped along the wall, making sure to watch your step over any lose stones, until the wall fell away behind you and led you into another corridor.

as soon as the light from the hall had faded, you let out your breath, hands coming to your forehead and rubbing your eyes.

we have to keep moving. ammit is almost ready to begin.

nodding - although it felt like your brain was rattling around your skull - you looked back up and saw hathor, still looking as beautiful as ever.

this hallway was much dimmer than the last. colder, too. it was like all the light had been blocked, the only thing keeping your vision was the small, fading candles lining the walls every meter or so.

perhaps it was your natural instinct, or a new given sense as an avatar, but you could tell - something wasn’t right. something in the air had shifted, on top of the hot, sticky, egyptian heat, there was something sinister.

your years as a mercenary had taught you to recognise something - blood in the air. and there was certainly blood in the air around you.

“what is harrow’s plan?”

he wants to judge people. through ammit, he believes he can rid the world of everyone bad, even if they aren’t already bad.

“so he’s playing god?” the corridor seemed to go on forever.

he would never admit it, but yes. and ammit is the perfect enabler for him, she’ll know exactly what he’s up to, but because he can give her her power back, she’ll play along.

you scoffed lightly. “harrow isn’t stupid either. he’ll know what she thinks.”

hathor shrugged, a few paces in front of you. only time will tell, my dear.

for a few minutes, the walk along the corridor was silent. the tap of your shoes echoed down the hall, breeze from your passing flickering the candles on the wall.

why did you marry him?

it stopped you in your tracks, hathor stopping too.

“what?”

marc. why did you marry him?

you stuttered for a moment, looking around as if someone would come and help you.

i don’t mean it in a rude way. i’m the goddess of love, it’s natural for me to want to know.

“well,” you paused for a moment and began walking again, slower this time. “we were young when we met, i was coming up for 18 and he was 19.”

and?

“and i knew what i had done to him.” you swallowed. “i felt fucking awful, i thought, maybe if i get to know the guy, and he’s not as much of an ass as everyone makes him out to be, it’ll make it easier for me to forgive myself.”

the corridor kept on, as if it were never ending.

“as you can tell, it didn’t work.”

he wasn’t as much of an asshole as everyone thought?

“no, he was,” you gave a dry smile. “it just so happened that assholes are my type, and i think he worked it out pretty quickly. so after only about two months of knowing each other, he asked me on a date. a real date. it was my first ever date too, god knows anton never took me out. but god, he was such a gentleman.

he picked me up, gave me flowers, wore a fucking tie. and he payed for everything, too. dinner at a four star restaurant, a movie, then out to a bar for drinks.

i knew i had fucked up when he kissed me that night.”

you regret it?

“not for a day. and that’s my mistake- i mean, i was supposed to hate him. i told myself i would hate him. so i wouldn’t feel bad about telling someone to kill him. i didn’t even know how he got out alive- he didn’t tell me about the khonshu shit until after we got married.

oh, our wedding,” you smiled again, a real one. “it was perfect. i was twenty one, marc was twenty three. we were so young. it was a small wedding, just some friends, neither of us invited our family. it was the best night of my life.

it was the night i met steven, too. i think the stress of the day must have triggered it. and that was it- there was marc, and there was steven.”

didn’t it take a while to get used to?

the corridor began to open up, getting slightly wider by the meter. still - there was no end to it in sight.

“it did and it didn’t. i knew for a while there was something happening to him, he would disappear, look confused all the time. i knew it was a matter of time until something changed. and then came steven, perfect steven.

he changed so much- it was like dating all over again. he was even more perfect than marc, stupid english accent included. but, naturally, abuthing that’s perfect must come to an end.”

hathor sighed. and it gave you the impression, just for a moment, that she already knew the whole story. that she was humouring you by letting you tell it. her sigh, sad and resigned, almost confirmed that she knew what was coming.

“the-” you stopped. your voice had broken, and your feet no longer moved. hathor continued for a few paces before looking back at you.

i understand, but if there’s any time you need to tell this, it’s now.

“you know?” you voiced your suspicions.

take into account which god i am, my dear. there is no one else i could chose, but you.

you swallowed. “what’s the point of talking about it if you already know?”

you have been born again. revived. would you like to carry this, this horrible vendetta against someone who has done nothing but love you, for the rest of your new life?

“no.”

then voice it. i can take this pain from you, if you only ask me too. i can help you.

you bit your tongue, looking down at your feet and kicking around a few of the loose rocks. hathor waited.

“the baby was supposed to be born just after my twenty-third birthday.”

a beat. hathor didn’t reply.

“but he didn’t live past twelve weeks.”

you looked back up at hathor, anxious for a reply. she didn’t give you one, only nodding.

“i don’t- i don’t know what i did. i was waiting until i could get a scan, tell marc, have it done properly, you know? but when i went to my appointment, i knew. she didn’t say anything, she just looked. then she left, got the doctor to come in.

he said that the baby had died, that they weren’t sure of the cause, but it was a boy. that my baby boy had died.”

tears threatened your eyes. never - never - had you spoken about this before. not even with marc.

“i went home, with a hatred in my heart. the next few days were the worst. i was grieving a child no one knew i even had. the blood was horrible, it hurt so badly. i told marc i was on my period. fuck, for all he knew i was.

and then my baby was gone. and i hated marc.”

why did you hate him?

you shrugged. “i have no idea. i needed someone to blame and marc was the easiest. that’s when it all went downhill, you know? i wanted him to be there for me, for something he didn’t even know happened. and when he wasn’t, i blew up at him. and he blew up at me.

and that was it, for three years. this horrible hatred towards each other, me hating marc for something he knew nothing about, and marc hating me for every other reason.

he hated me the most for making him stay a mercenary. he wanted out, he wanted a normal life in the suburbs with a dog and a big house and maybe, one day, a child.

but i can’t have that. i don’t want that kind of normal - not when i was so close to it and lost it. so i pushed him into this world. i made him take jobs and work himself to death, even when i found out about khonshu. i made him do it.

and that’s why we’re here. because i told him to follow khonshu here. and now look what i’ve done.”

hathor took two, wide steps towards you, and cradled your face in her hands.

you have done nothing that makes you inhumane. none of this mess is you fault. khonshu would have gotten marc here one way or another. anyone in your shoes would be the same.

her hands were warm. you felt a tear fall, running underneath her fingers. “but i’ve been so horrible. i’m a monster - if not for this, for everything else.”

hathor shook her head. you are a human being.

there was silence as you cried and hathor wiped your tears. at least two minutes passed - but it didn’t matter to you. harrow could come running around the corner and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

hathor took a deep breath, looking to her left along the corridor. she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another figure appeared.

is now a bad time, human?

you flinched at the rough edge in khonshu’s voice. “what do you want?”

what do i want? there’s a long list.

even through your tears, your patience thinned. “seriously?”

hathor took her hands from your face, turning to look at khonshu. enough of your riddles. just tell her.

the unmistakable sound of footsteps, running, drew your attention. they were getting closer.

i don’t think i have to say a word, actually.

just as khonshu had finished, a figure appeared, coming around the twists and turns of the corridor.

your heart stopped.

marc looked around in a daze, eyes falling first on khonshu, then on hathor, then…

“y/n!”

just as he had stopped running, he started again, coming towards you like a lion out of his cage, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of your feet.

“oh baby,” he mumbled into your neck.

you had just reached - wrapping your arms around him in equal tightness, hands flying into his hair. oh, god. his hair - his curls, his skin - you’d never take it for granted again.

he pulled back, hands on your cheeks in a mirror image to hathor. his eyes locked into yours, brown irises melting into his pupils, filling with tears.

marc stuttered, trying to get several sentences out at once, before you hushed him.

“please, marc, we don’t have much time. harrow is gonna-”

“i know,” he nodded, eyes still not breaking from yours. “i know- baby, i know. please- please, just give me a minute. i never- i thought i’d never- oh, baby.”

he leaned in, moving his hands out of the way to rest his forehead against yours. he was hot - sticky with sweat and dirt and, although you didnt want to think about it, your blood.

“i know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “marc, i know.”

barely having finished your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you.

it was like the first kiss all over again, and you supposed it was. hot, needy, passionate, desperate. you could live in this moment.

but the unmistakable sound of khonshu clearing his throat broke your kiss.

if you wouldn’t mind, harrow is about to release ammit. i’m sure your couples catch-up can wait another hour.

“yeah,” you nodded, breaking away, but marc was far more hesitant to let go.

“i can’t-” he looked around, paranoid. “i can’t do this, y/n. i just lost you, i can’t run the risk of losing you again, i’ve never- y/n, i can’t let you go, you’re everything to me, and if harrow- oh god, what did harrow do to you? i swear to god, the minute i see him, i’m gonna-”

he blinked. a beat.

“paranoid git never did know when to be quiet, did he?”

“oh, steven,” you threw your arms around him again. “fucking hell.”

steven, unlike marc, seemed far more willing to let you go. “love, i know, but if we don’t go now, we’re all gonna end up dead. please, we can do this all after, yeah?”

he took your hands in his, stilling your shaking fingers. he was so warm - always so warm.

“okay,” you nodded, looking between him and the gods beside you. “okay.”

-

you had severely underestimated how far harrow was willing to go. it had been what felt like hours, an unrelenting fight. you weren’t even sure when layla showed up, hoping to help you in any way she could.

but her attempts were futile; ammit was huge. really - huge, bigger than the pyramid behind her. khonshu had, as usual, gotten involved too, so that meant he was the same size, almost trampling you with every step he took.

you had tried. really, you had. you’d tried to use your new found avatar abilities to at least land something on harrow, but truth be told, you were failing. he’d hit you far more times that you’d even aimed for him, you were covered in cuts and rapidly forming bruises, you were sure your shoulder was dislocated.

but worst of all? your head wasn’t right. you weren’t sure what was wrong with it - it seemed fine every time you focused on identifying the issue, but every time you weren’t paying attention, it was there again. dizzy, a ringing in your eyes, everything a second or two behind; your vision lagging and cloudy. but just as you’d notice it, it was gone.

it was getting worse, too. you could see marc out of the corner of your eye; he was one to one with harrow. it would have made you anxious if you could properly focus on what was going on. but you couldn’t - your thought were scattered, a ringing back tenfold in your ears, the world had gone distant and hazy.

the doctors told you it was a concussion the next morning. layla had actually came in very handy, able to translate the man’s arabic into english for you.

he had told you that you’d sustained a massive head injury - you figured it would have been investigated, if you hadn’t been one of the people there last night.

‘there’ was all people could talk about. first the sky had gone backwards (you’d missed that part, thanks to being dead), then, out of nowhere, two ancient egyptian gods had appeared, destroying all the buildings in their wake, pyramids too.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t remember it. you could - it was clear in every aspect. it just didn’t feel like you’d been there at all. even the build up to it, every moment from when you’d stepped out of that pyramid, hand in hand with steven, hot air hitting your face;

it wasn’t you.

well, obviously it was you. but it wasn’t the same you. everything felt different, you didn’t have the same emotions you did before. the same key ones, yes, like how you felt about marc, and steven, and who you are as a person, but basic thing, like fear, and compassion? it was gone.

you’d have voiced this to a doctor if you could put ‘i died and got brought back to like by an ancient god, but not the same one who destroyed half of your city last night, sorry about that, by the way’ into layman’s terms.

trauma induced dissociation was enough of a label for you. it fit - everything just felt a little hazy, was all. not that you’d asked your doctor, a google search (excluding the resurrection part) had taken you to pages and pages about dissociation and how it’s normal to feel it after a traumatic event. you were pretty sure dying was a traumatic event.

and yes, you could bring it up to your doctor, he was payed to help you, after all. but there was a strange gnawing in the back of your head: that if you voiced this feeling, it would only get worse, and the happy ending you and your husband currently had would be shred in two because you couldn’t feel properly.

so instead, you listened to his professional diagnosis; a severe concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, several cosmetic wounds, and mental trauma that would be discovered at a later point, if you ever got around to voicing it to a doctor.

what a lovely shopping list, you thought.

-

it was three days before they let you out, and marc wasn’t getting out for another two after that. you’d had to beg him to even go to the hospital in the first place, but now he was getting the medical attention he’d needed for years, he seemed content in his hospital bed. not that he’d ever admit it.

with two days to yourself (not nights, you’d go back to the hospital and stay with marc), you decided to have the egyptian holiday you had come for.

the first stop was obvious; buy clothes. all of the ones you had were either covered in blood or halfway shredded. once you’d achieved this, in a new white linen sundress (cut below the knees to hide the still raw scars), you felt just slightly lost.

of course, you weren’t lost, you were always quick to get your bearings in new places - mercenary years had left you with a few skills, after all - and you kept yourself in a fairly small area, close to the hospital in case you got an emergency call.

no - the feeling of being lost came from deep down. ever since you’d come back to life it was the same, a strange longing for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something you felt you just had to have, maybe not right now, but in the near future. the hazy feeling had already begun to pass, you were sure google had served you well. but it left behind this in its wake, a new, even stranger feeling.

a breeze blew your hair lightly as you looked down the street in front of you. it was picturesque, all kinds of small shops and cafes as far as you could see. you could hear kids playing somewhere, a baby crying in the distance.

the lost-longing feeling piqued at this.

“oh.” you breathed. “oh.”

beside you, hathor, dressed in a golden, floor length dress and looking beautiful as ever, laughed.

oh, indeed. did you forget which god i am?

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the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 1; part 2: hard launching

nhl players x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

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yourinstagram | the sands of time will never wash away the love that i have for you ❤

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user06 this isn’t luke and now i am very sad 😔

elblue6 love seeing you happy, my dear ❤

user08 the dark hair kinda looks like quinn 🤔  | user13 no! not her being with the wrong brother 😭  | yourinstagram it’s not the wrong brother. in fact it’s not any of the hughes brothers 🤷🏻‍♀️

jackhughes you posted a snowy cabin landscape last week and now you’re posting about the beach? where the hell are you?  | yourinstagram right next to you, dumbass 😂 these pictures aren’t recent  | jackhughes right. i should’ve known 🤦🏻‍♂️

_quinnhughes why does everyone think it’s me when you post someone with dark hair? 😂  | user01 honestly thought it was actually vince or jamie

colecaufield was not expecting this pairing at all but glad you’re happy. it's all i could’ve hoped for 😃  | yourinstagram love you beyond words, my sweet sweet cole 🥰

trevorzegras happy 😊

user07 this is such a cute soft launch. can't wait for the hard launch ❤

nicohischier my favorite couple 😊

lhughes_06 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen 😊❤  | yourinstagram ❤❤

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yourinstagram | over a year together and he still sends this stuff ❤ ladies, find yourself a man like this and you’ll live the rest of your life extremely happy 😃👍🏻

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user13 this is so quinn 😲

user04 I’m dying to know who this is 🤔

jackhughes ❤

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user15 love how all the boys just commented a heart as if it would throw us off 😂

user03 anyone else thinking it’s quinn because of the double hearts? or is it just me?  | user07 guarantee it was to throw us off the trail even more

user06 I think I know who it is 😲  | user04 enlighten us 😃  | yourinstagram I love you guys and I promise you’ll know very soon 😊 if his team wins, we agreed to hard launch the relationship as a celebration 😊🥳

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lhughes_06 he better treat you how you deserve to be treated  | yourinstagram of course he is. wouldn’t be with him if he didn’t know how to treat a lady 🥰  | lhughes_06 well i'm glad you’re happy ❤

user05 but this isn’t luke 🥺

_quinnhughes happy that you’re happy, munchkin 😊

trevorzegras well this was unexpected 👀

nicohischier ❤

jamie.drysdale and my ship sailed away 😉  | yourinstagram to the middle of the ocean 😊

user06 was holding out hope for you and luke but if nico makes you happy, then congrats 😊

edwards.73 thought you and luke were together when we were all at school. guess i was wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️

rutgermcgroarty i freaking knew it! especially when you called me at 2 am and told me once that you were crushing hard on nico 😂  | yourinstagram what?!?! that never happened 🤫 | rutgermcgroarty you may have been drunk 🤔

colecaufield so this is why you wouldn’t date me? 😏😂  | yourinstagram no 😊

jackhughes my two best friends?!? i’m not sure how to feel about this 🤔  | lhughes_06 as long as she’s happy, we should be too ☺  | yourinstagram thank you lukey ❤

user07 was hoping hard for y/nhughes but that ship is gone  | yourinstagram sank before its maiden voyage 👍🏻

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Favorite Painter: John William Waterhouse, my beloved. Also very into Edmund Blair Leighton & Fracisco Goya. I'm so, so into medieval romanticism, & the pre-Raphaeites, & there's just something about how Waterhouse is just exclusively painting babes with great hair & long noses that especially speaks to me. Like, his paintings are consistently some of my faves. He also leaned into mythology a lot, so that probably has something to do with it too. Similar case with Leighton of just "his consistent painting of pretty princesses speaks to my soul." Goya is a pure goth answer though, because I am allowed to contain multitudes.

Favorite Poet/Author: I've never been the biggest poetry girly, & I think that's because my brain just, like, can't pick up on the rhythm & meter. Like it is completely indistinguishable from prose when I read it. This is a thing that makes me very sad, believe me. When I make my every few years attempts, though, I do enjoy Poe.

In terms of actual prose/not just stuff that reads like prose in my mind, my favorites are Poe & Salinger. Tbh, I don't do a lot of following authors & just pick up something if the synopsis slapped, & it's super rare for if I enjoyed a story/novel to color if I'm like "this author fucks & I need to read more specifically by them"

Favorite Singer: Florence Welch, my queen. I mean, I listen to a lot of stuff, but Florence Welch is hitting all the correct parts of my brain with 90% accuracy. Special shout out to my fave funky Finnish guy Käärijä, though: I've only had him for a year & I like his music a normal amount 👍🏻

Favorite Band: This is so hard? I used to have such an easy answer (it was Green Day, btw), but it's gotten so complicated in the last 9 years. I think, probably, my favorites at the moment are Beast In Black, Windrose, & The Amazing Devil. They're all scratching the correct itch in my brain (will always have a special place in my heart for Green Day, though. Very intense special interest back in the day)

Favorite Meal & Drink: Oh man, this is another one I have a hard time picking 😅. I pretty much just drink water, tea, & coffee; I guess my favorite drink is tea? Favorite meal is maybe chicken tikka masala? Or grilled cheese & tomato soup? One of those, maybe (at least right now)

Favorite Outfit/Aesthetic/Style: Man, IDK. Life is short, dress how you want. I will find the aesthetic beauty in almost anything because I love fashion. 60s medieval revival fucks, all the goth substyles fuck, cottage core fucks--it all fucks. All I know is that whatever I'm wearing, I'm not wearing jeans. I have not worn jeans for years & I am not going to start back up now. Skirts/dresses/leggings only. Also dramatic sleeves. I love dramatic sleeves.

Favorite Item You Own: The Sasha Bratz Rock Angelz repro. I waited for her for a good year? Two years? However long it took MGA to finally drop my girl. I got one of the last 4 in the city & my hands were shaking the whole time & its honestly a little silly, but sometimes healing the inner child is buying a doll of your favorite character from your favorite line & displaying her on your desk shelf.

Favorite Perfume: I used to be at least kind of into perfume, but I kind of got out of it. I honestly don't wear it a lot (I forget more often than not). You'd think I'd be more into perfume given how into, like, scented candles I am, but oh well I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

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[twopoppies]

hello love! I’m the same anon that asked u about the circumcised and I have another question, how do you deal with so much stunt talking? like I’ve been here for years and just the thought of discussing it gets me bored, we basically all know how it’s gonna play and that will end in the future (maybe in 3 months, maybe in 2 years) but it’s always the same script, I can’t understand why people put so much energy on it, maybe some new larries can really have doubts and be affected by the whole circus but in general I see the entirety of the fandom going crazy about this things and talking a lot and it’s just so senseless to me. I saw the amount of asks you got about it and I can’t imagine having the patience to answer all of it, idk if the holivia thing was the last stroke for me to care about this things but now I just really couldn’t care less, I know the feeling for someone that it’s just getting in the fandom can be awful but (at least for me) it such a pointless discussion, like we all will spend energy on it talking about and if it has to happen, it will, and in the end there is nothing we can do about besides sit and wait till ends. (And I’m also asking how do u deal with all of this cause I used to have a pretty popular larry account on twitter in my country and every time something like this happened I used to receive tons of asks on curious cat or comments in my tweets and didn’t have the energy to answer or whatever, and that was one of the mainly reasons I left tt almost two years ago, and now when I come to my old acc just to see how things are going there it looks like that nothing change, so how do deal/don’t get tired off all of it?)

- sorry for any english mistakes sweetheart.

Your English is perfect, love. Honestly, I deal with it by letting go of feeling like I have to answer everyone. I anger questions when I have the energy, when I feel it adds something to the discourse, or when I’ve got something to say. Otherwise I just allow myself to have a life outside of fandom. 🤷🏻‍♀️

As for the boredom, yeah. I find it pretty stupid most of the time. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that maybe maybe we’ll get lucky with this one and it’ll be low key and/or a positive experience. I know I may be seeing myself up for massive disappointment though. 😆

[beautiful-songbird]

Hello! Hi! I see that you are an avid book reader and I am here to kindly ask for book reccomendation reccommendation recommendations. I at long last have some time to return to the wonderful world of reading and I very much long to hold a book in my hands and get lost, but alas I cannot find one that piques my interest. You look to have good taste and I would love to hear your thoughts on this.

Yours sincerely,

Snurt

P.S. <3333333

P.P.S. Why is "recommendation" so hard to spell?

Hello friend! You don’t know how happy seeing this made me! 😆

Be warned this is going to be a long post because I read a lot of books last year that I loved…so…yeah…

I feel like I need more to work with than just “give me a book rec” butttt 🤔 I suppose we can make this work

I mostly read fantasy but I assume you knew that since you follow me 🤨👀

(Unless mentioned otherwise these are all trilogies or duologies)

If you like puzzle games I’d definitely recommend The Inheritance Games 😌 I thoroughly enjoyed that trilogy and it made my puzzle mind go brrrr

As for fantasy, I have quite a few to recommend

If you’re into classic fae (as in…darker stories I suppose) I’d recommend The Cruel Prince and These Hollow Vows. They both have deeply romantic undertones but they’re more heavily focused on the politics that the stories revolve around.

*The Cruel Prince also has two novellas that go with it and a sister duology about the main girl’s younger brother, so if you’re looking for a world to get immersed in and keep reading, I’d seriously recommend reading that entire world.

If you’re looking for more whimsical fantasy I’d recommend Caraval and Once Upon a Broken Heart. They’re sister series that are semi-connected and they both have very immersive fairytale vibes. These two are heavy on the romance aspect but they also have great plots that carry them!

If you’re into low fantasy where there’s a bit of magical element in the plot but it’s not overwhelming, I’d recommend Six of Crows and Defy the Night. Both of these books have amazing plots but they focus more heavily on the relationships between the characters and how they trauma they’ve experienced has shaped their personalities. Six of Crows is a lot heavier of a read, so if you’re looking for something lighter, start with Defy the Night.

If you’re looking for fantasy that’s just a bit fun, I’d go with Assistant to the Villain. This book was very silly and fun while also dealing with serious topics. It was, however, to my dismay, a trilogy with only one book out…so…be warned.

If you’re into dragons and war colleges I’d recommend Fourth Wing, but keep in mind that this one has smut and lots of swearing. Despite the fact that this is one of my favorite books, I give this recommendation very loosely because of the content in it.

As for standalones, I have a few great recs:

- The Forgetting

A sci-fi (?) mystery about a city where everyone loses their memory every 12 years. Lovely characters and great plot.

- The Half-Life of Love

Absolute tragedy of a story that you know will end awfully from the start but you read it anyways and then sob your eyes out.

- Greymist Fair

A paranormal Brothers Grimm-esque collection of related stories. The town of Greymist Fair is very enchanting, and the way the stories all tie together is so much fun.

- The Stars We Steal

This was sci-fi and I read it in 2020 so honestly who knows what happened in it but I remember really enjoying it 🤷🏻‍♀️

If you want to see everything I read last year and my reviews of it all, you can go to my 2023 reading recap

I also have a short list of sappy modern romance novels if you’d like, so send me another ask if you want those too! This post is too long already 😆

P.S. I think recommendation is so hard to spell because it sounds like it should have multiple double letters…hence why I say “recs”.

P.P.S I love the way you type. Very eloquent and lovely use of words.

[geralt-of-baevia]

The Trouble With Wanting

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Summary: It’s the summer of 1975, and AJ and her three best friends are trying their best to wade through their mid-twenties as unscathed as possible. Though so far they're divorced, addicted, stuck in dead-end jobs, lost in their direction, but thankful for each other. When AJ meets a guy she never expected, will it help change her perspective on life and love?

Pairing: Artie (Henry Cavill) x OFC (AJ)

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of death, mourning, marijuana use (I mean, it’s 1975 🤪), alcohol use at a party, language

Beta: None! It's just me! So, I sit in all my mistakes! Maybe one day I'll have someone beta it. Any takers?

A/N: Hey y’all! Man. Okay. So this story is my baby. Literally. I love the ever-loving FUCK out of this thing. Eventually, I might get it published, who knows? I just want people to read it because I love it, and those who HAVE read it say it’s good and should be out there. So here I am. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I have the first 10 chapters written so I’ll be posting those intermittently whilst trying to work on chapter 11! But there will be LOTS for you all to read before then. Love you all. 🥰

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Death is an odd thing. Especially when you mourn someone’s death one day, and one day later you celebrate someone’s birth. Yesterday was my grandma's funeral, and tonight I’m celebrating one of my best friend’s birthdays. Ivy felt bad that her party was the day after but I told her not to feel bad. It’s not her fault she’s had this party planned for months and my just grandma happened to die in the last week.

Grandma Betty’s funeral was nice? It was only the second funeral I’d ever been to. The first being Dot’s mom’s funeral a few years back. But somehow in my 25 years, I’ve only managed two funerals. I figured that was probably good odds.

The funeral was short and sweet though, just the way Grandma Betty would have wanted it. The funeral for Dot’s mom was so long. It was a Catholic funeral, so it was just like a Mass, but with death added in. It was beautiful and emotional, but long. Grandma Betty’s was much better. The pastor of her church got up and spoke, I spoke, one of her friends spoke and that was it. I was thankful my friends were there. Well, they wouldn’t have not been there. Ivy, Dot, and Bonnie were more or less her ’bonus grandchildren’ as she liked to call them.

I was a complete emotional wreck, though. I sat between Ivy and Bonnie, each of them holding one of my hands. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much, ever. Grandma Betty was the one who raised me, so part of me felt like I was losing my best friend. I’m pretty sure everyone in the church could hear me sniffling.

“Are you okay?” Dot asked me after the service. I shrugged at her.

“I honestly don’t feel anything right now,” I told her. She gave me a half-smile.

“I understand. That’s how I felt at my mom's funeral, too.”

I had both people I knew and didn’t know coming up and giving me their condolences. I can say with confidence that I don’t know how many people came up and talked to me. It was all just kind of a blur. I was so relieved to go back to the apartment, smoke a joint and go to sleep. Did I go to bed at 5 in the afternoon? Yes. I was so emotionally exhausted, I couldn’t stand to be awake any longer.

The next morning I spent most of the day sitting on our lounge chair with Bonnie. I was sitting upright in it, she faced the opposite. Her feet with her freshly painted red toes up by my head, the bright red complimenting her pale skin. We laid lazily as Dot and Ivy ran around the apartment getting ready for the party later that night. Bonnie and I probably should have been helping, but I wasn’t in any mood to rush around and prepare for a party. Her excuse was that she was keeping me company.

“How are you doing?” she asked, looking up from her book for a moment. She was reading some random book she found on our most recent trip to Powell’s on astrology. To say she was slightly enthralled with astrology and knowing your sign was an understatement.

“Eh, I’m alright. I feel like I should be happier than I am for Ivy’s sake, but I can’t help it,” I told her. She looked up at me from her reading.

“That’s more than understandable. Your grandma, the woman who raised you just passed this week, and you mourned her yesterday in heaps. I don’t think Ivy is going to be upset about that. It’s a party, it’s not like it’s the birth of her child or her wedding or something. Which, you were there for the latter. So I think she’ll forgive you if you’re not in high spirits.”

Bonnie was someone I was very grateful was in my life. When we were young, she and I became pen pals through our Girl Scout troops. We hit it off instantly, writing what seemed like multiple letters a week back and forth. Talking about everything we could. School, boys, clothes, our parents. She was my first true best friend.

She lived in Washington, and me here in Oregon. As we got older, letters turned into phone calls and not too long after that we would visit each other during the summer holidays. At the end of high school, she decided that she wanted to go to school to become a fashion coordinator. Instead of going to school in her home state, she decided to move down here and go to school in Portland. Which I can confidently say I was very thankful for. Especially when we ended up getting apartments in the same building.

She wanted to be a fashion coordinator for tv or movies but didn’t want to move to LA to do so. So a few years ago she started working at Macy’s as an assistant make up counter attendant, but now she’s the assistant manager. If her buffoon of a boss would quit or leave she would easily run the joint. Hell, she pretty much does that already.

“Oh girl. Your horoscope for this month is very, very good,” she said excitedly. She swung her legs around off the head of the chaise to sit up. “Do you want to hear it?”

“Do I have a choice?” I joked. She glared at me before looking back to the book to read it.

“With Uranus in your sign, things happen suddenly and your life is reflecting this. Good and bad, with true miracles in between. It feels like everything is blowing up, but really everything is rearranging itself, and for a much better outcome. Transformation is at hand and more inside yourself than anywhere else!”

“Well, I’ve had a lot of bad recently so I’m interested in seeing what the good is,” I said with a sigh.

“Oh don’t be such a negative Nancy. I know things suck right now, but things will get better I promise. There are peaks and valleys in life, and since you're currently in a very low valley, a very high peak is coming your way,” she said in a very matter-of-fact tone. I sighed again.

“You’re probably right. I think I’m going to smoke a joint, take a nap and then get ready. When are you starting to get ready?”

She looked up at the clock. “Well, it’s 4:30 now and the party doesn’t start until 8, so I am going to go home and take a nap as well before getting ready. I’ll probably start sometime around 6:30 if you want to come up and get ready with me,” she said.

“I probably will. Sleep well,” I said.

“Bye Ivy! Bye Dot!”

They said goodbye in unison in return as Bonnie exited through the window out onto the fire escape, and climbed the steep metal staircase up to her apartment above us.

I let out a breathy groan as I got up from my seat and made my way into the kitchen to see if Ivy and Dot needed any help. Dot was cutting up what seemed to be a meat and cheese platter, and Ivy was unpacking all of the booze she had gotten over the last couple of weeks. She was a bartender at the bar down the road, so she was able to buy booze from their distributor at cost without any markup. My eyes widened as she kept pulling bottle after bottle out of the case.

“How much booze did you get? Are we even going to have enough room in the freezer for that?” I asked. She was pulling out full-sized bottles of whiskey, vodka, rum, gin, and tequila. She turned around with said tequila in her hand and waved it excitedly at me.

“I got this just for yoooou,” she said, “I know how much you love tequila and you like this tequila specifically, so this has your name all over it.”

“That’s sweet of you Ivy, but I don’t know if I’m going to drink tonight,” I told them. Both of their eyes widened at me.

“You aren’t going to drink? You really must not be okay. You never turn down the opportunity to have a drink,” Ivy said, her brow furrowing as she spoke.

“I just don’t know if it will be the best idea. Just after yesterday-”

“And that is all the more reason to. You’ve had such a stressful week with Grandma Betty passing and then having to plan her funeral and then go to said funeral yesterday. You need to let loose and have some fun. Forget about all of that for a night,” Dot said. I shrugged at her.

“You’re probably right, but we’ll see. I’m going to go take a nap before I get ready for the party. I love you both.”

I exited the kitchen and made my way to my room. After entering and shutting my door, I plopped down on my bed, letting out a deep groan. Dot was probably right. I needed to just have a carefree fun night after the week of hell I had. As I got under my covers I decided that I would decide later, sleep was the only thing I needed to focus on right now.

I felt like such a let down at the party. I wanted to be up and dancing and celebrating Ivy’s birthday just like everyone else, but I just wasn’t in it. Dot tried a few times to get me up off of the couch, but I refused each time. Instead, I just sat there on the couch with my legs curled up against me, knees held near to my chest. I sipped on whatever the drink Dot had brought me was, probably a gin and tonic; telling apart booze wasn’t one of my strong points. Part of me wanted to go and lay down in my bed. Or, should I say the bed I was currently sharing with Ivy.

Last year Ivy got married, and it was not something I had expected. Sure, she and her now ex-husband had been dating for a few years at that point, but nonetheless, her being tied down and married was not something I ever saw her doing. After she got married, Ivy started to become not herself. She had become a shell of her former feisty, loud and outspoken self. The married version of herself was very tame, it seemed as though the fire behind her eyes had been put out. The title of ‘wife’ did not suit her at all.

They were married for less than a year, deciding together that getting a divorce was best suited for them. After they split up, Ivy moved in with me and Dot for the time being. That was four months ago, but I honestly love having her here. As far as I’m concerned she can stay as long as she likes.

Seeing the Ivy I grew up and went to high school with again was such a refreshing change. I could tell she was happier, too. The domestic married life was not something for her, and I highly doubt she’d ever get married again.

“AJ! What are you doing over here on the couch by yourself?”

I looked up and saw a very intoxicated Bonnie coming my way. She plopped down next to me, making the cushion slope down and my body lean against her own. I took the drink that was in her swaying hand away from her and set it down next to us on the side table.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” she pouted. I breathed out a laugh and shook my head.

“And that’s how we’re going to keep it. I promise you, honey, you don’t need to finish this drink. You’ll thank me in the morning,” I told her as she continued to pout at me.

“I know you’re probably right, but that drink still needs to be finished,” she told me. The fact that her normal speaking voice was slurring, I figured I made the right call.

“Fine, it will get finished,” I told her. I picked the drink back up and chugged down the last two-thirds of it, the strong liquid stinging my throat as it went down. An involuntary wincing noise escaped me as I brought the glass back down from my lips. Not only did it burn my throat, but I could also feel it go all the way down into my stomach, the way you can feel a warm drink go down on a cold day.

“God ‘nee, what the fuck was in that? Was that supposed to be a mixed drink?” I asked as I wiped the corner of my mouth. She just nodded at me.

“Did Dot make it? Because if so, that was pure alcohol. Good god, go get some water,” I told her.

“Yes mom,” she said before begrudgingly getting up and slinking her way over to the kitchen.

I picked up the drink Dot had made me and stared at it, trying to decide if I was going to drink it or not.

“Oh come on AJ! Stop ogling at your drunk and just drink it!”

“Yeah, just drink it!”

I looked up from the drink and saw Donna, Richard, and Jackie sitting on the floor on the other side of the living room. They were passing a bottle of what looked like whiskey between them, taking turns drinking from the bottle.

“I didn’t realize I had an audience,” I told them, a playful smirk on my lips.

“Think of us less as an audience and more of your own personal cheerleading squad,” Donna said, her words slurring almost as badly as Bonnie’s. I shook my head, my face lighting up with a smile.

“You guys are too much, I swear.”

“We’re serious though! Drink it!”

Before I could reply Richard started chanting ‘CHUG CHUG CHUG’ at me. A chant that everyone in the apartment started yelling drunkenly. There was nothing quite like 25 or so people cheering you on to drink something.

“WHO IS CHUGGING?” I heard Ivy shout from the kitchen. She stumbled her way out, saw that everyone was chanting at me and pointed a finger at me sloppily.

“You better chug that drink, AJ. It’s my motherfucking birthday, my way goes,” she said with a devilish grin.

“Okay, okay, fine! I’ll drink it!” I shouted, causing everyone to stop their chanting. Ivy must have been drinking tequila. She always got so sassy when she drank that. I let out a sigh, trying to up my confidence, and then began to gulp down the burning liquid, cheers erupting as I did so. Once I was done I slammed the glass down in haste onto the coffee table.

“‘atta, girl AJ!” Ivy shouted happily, “get this girl a shot of tequila!”

I woke up the next morning in the bathtub. How I got into the bathtub, I’m not entirely sure, but I was thankful I had fallen asleep in a somewhat comfortable spot. As I stood up I got a slight pain in my temples and thick saliva in my throat. I quickly stepped out of the tub in just enough time to puke into the open toilet. Maybe this had been drunk me thinking ahead? Drunk AJ knew hungover me was going to be sick in the morning. The more I thought about it the more the drunk logic made sense: the bathroom has the toilet so may as well sleep there.

After quickly brushing my teeth to get the taste of last night’s tequila and this morning's bile out of my mouth, I ventured out into the apartment to see what havoc had been made the night before. I peeked my head out the door and sure enough, there were two people laying down asleep with pillows and blankets in the hallway. I didn’t know their names, but I recognized them as two of Dot’s coworkers.

Carefully stepping over them I made my way down the hall to my room. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open to get a better look inside. In my bed was a very asleep Ivy cuddled up with the girl I saw her talking to and was very flirty with the night before, Michelle. They both looked so peaceful and cute together. Ivy had briefly talked to me about being attracted to girls as well, so this definitely made me happy. It means she was being her confident sure of herself person again.

I squinted my eyes to try and see better my alarm clock next to my bed. It read 9:27. Considering the last time I remember looking at the clock last night it was sometime around two in the morning it was very apparent I had not gotten much sleep. I’m sure sleeping in a tub had something to do with that.

Quietly I made my way to my closet and changed out of my clothes from the night before. Apparently, something had spilled on me because there was a dark stain on my white shirt and it reeked of alcohol. I threw my old clothes into my hamper, pulled out a pair of shorts and a sweater before lazily putting on both. I snuck out of the room, successfully having not woken up either girl, and made my way out to the kitchen. On the way there I peeked into Dot’s room and saw her and Bonnie sprawled out on Dot’s bed, also very very asleep.

The living room had our regular ‘fall asleep where they landed last night’ people asleep in various places amongst the empty cups and bottles scattered on all surfaces. All people who lived too far away and were too drunk or high to drive last night. Jackie and Ken asleep cuddled up on the couch. Donna was on the floor beneath them. I chuckled to myself as I made my way into the kitchen and saw Richard fast asleep under the kitchen table, curled up in the fetal position with a blanket and pillow as well.

I walked over to the bread box, pulled out two pieces of bread, and popped them in the toaster. As awful as food sounded at the moment, I knew I needed something in my stomach. While my bread toasted, I pulled out a plate, a glass and poured myself some orange juice. I winced slightly as I took my first sip. Freshly brushed teeth directly followed by orange juice was not a good mix.

Once the toast popped out, I spread butter and strawberry jam on the two pieces, plated them before taking my food and my orange juice with me as I headed to the fire escape. I didn’t want to sit in silence while people slept. The outside hustle and bustle of the city would be much better company.

I was taken aback when I stepped through the window and saw that someone was already sitting at the small table and chair we had set out on our fire escape.

“Oh, um, hi,” I said awkwardly. The man looked up at me from the book in his hand.

I couldn’t help but be slightly shocked at the sight of him but in a good way. He had dark brown hair that was short and neat, except for the soft set of loose curls at the top. His dark hair was complemented by bright blue eyes. His squared jawline and dimple chin were slightly hidden by the scruffy beginning of a beard. He had a mustache very reminiscent of Burt Reynolds, which I was very much keen on. His shoulders were very broad and almost rounded. I’m assuming his dark blue t-shirt was hiding a very muscular torso.

“Oh, hi, sorry,” he said quickly, closing his book and standing up from the seat. I breathed out a laugh, mentally making a note of how he towered over me in height.

“You can stay sitting, it’s fine. I’ll sit on the stairs,” I said.

“No, you should have the chair-”

“It’s fine, I promise. Bonnie or Ivy usually steal it so I sit here.” I sat down on the third or fourth step up, setting my glass down next to me. We sat in silence for a minute, the only noise between us was the sound of me chewing on my toast. The whole time I kept trying to remember him from the night before, but I couldn’t place him.

“Um, this might come off seeming rude, but were you at the party last night? I don’t remember you,” I said, cocking my head to the side slightly. “I mean, even if you weren't, you are a welcome company out here. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve come out to random people sitting at the table.”

He chuckled lightly to himself. “Yes, I was. I got to the party late. Everyone was already very, very intoxicated when I arrived. Including you,” he said with a smirk. My mouth fell open, a shocked chuckle escaping my mouth.

“Well excuse you, sir. I feel like we need to be at least on a first-name basis before you make fun of me,” I said, taking another bite of my toast. He smirked again.

“I’m Arthur, but call me Artie,” he said. Before I could stop myself a snort came out of my nose at the mention of him being called Artie. That is not a name I would have paired with him. “Is there something wrong with my name?”

“No, no not at all. I just wouldn’t have pegged you as an ‘Artie’ is all,” I said with a reassuring smile, “you definitely seem to be more of an Arthur or even an Art.”

“Why wouldn’t you peg me as an Artie, huh?” he asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

I felt my heart begin to beat faster as his smile widened. His smile was the kind that took over his whole face and crinkled around his eyes as they lit up. My brain raced as I tried to come up with a fake reason as to why he didn’t seem like his nickname. I couldn’t tell him, ‘Oh, Artie isn't a name I’d expect from this exceptionally handsome and who seems to be built like a Greek god.’

I took the last bite of my toast and shrugged.

“I dunno. You just don’t,” I tried to state as nonchalantly as possible through my toast.

“Well, now that we’ve thoroughly dissected my name, what’s yours?” he asked, his large smile turning into a slightly cheeky one.

“Oh, I’m AJ. But you can call me AJ,” I told him. I stood up from my seat on the stairs and placed my empty place and half-full glass on the table in front of him.

“Just, AJ? You don’t really seem like an AJ to me,” he said with a breathy laugh, obviously mocking me. I gave him a narrow look as I sat back down on the steps.

“Obviously AJ is short for my awful first name and even worse middle name that I was given,” I said.

“They can’t be that bad, can they?” he asked.

“You have no idea.”

“Well, are you going to tell me what they are?” he asked with a smirk.

“No, I think you’d get too much enjoyment out of that, Artie,” I said, crinkling my nose at him.

“Then you’ve only left me one choice.”

“What could that be?”

“I’m just going to call you random first and middle names until I figure out what your real name is.”

My mouth fell open at him slightly before forming into a shocked smile. I had never had anyone do that before, and there were plenty of people in my life who only knew me as AJ.

Before I was able to retort at him, Bonnie came through the window and joined us on the fire escape, looking very disheveled. Her shaggy brown hair was all over the place, large sunglasses covered what I assumed to be bloodshot brown eyes. She was wearing one of my cardigans, which was very baggy on her small, short frame, covering her blue shimmery mini dress from the night before.

“You feeling okay, Bonnie?” Artie asked as she sat down on the windowsill.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, rubbing her temples. Artie and I shared a knowing glance and grin.

“Do you want the rest of my orange juice?” I offered, gesturing to the glass. She simply nodded her head and Artie handed it to her. She chugged it down, grimacing when she was done.

“Are Ivy or Dot awake yet?” I asked.

“Ivy is, Dot isn’t yet. I think I saw Donna stirring. I can’t believe Richard actually fell asleep under the table last night and is still there,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Oh shit, what time is it?” Artie murmured to himself. He looked down at his watch and uttered another ‘shit’ under his breath.

“Everything okay?” Bonnie asked.

“Yeah, I’ve just got to get going. Richard and I have a thing at 10:30 and it’s almost 10 now,” he said standing up. Even though he had stood up before, I was still astounded by his height.

“Ivy put on a pot of coffee for everyone,” Bonnie told him, “so you should make him a cup of coffee before you go.”

“You can take one of the mugs to go if you'd like. I more or less trust that one of you will bring it back. Richard more so than you,” I said with a sly smile. He raised his eyebrows at me, putting a hand on his chest in an exaggerated fashion.

“Why would you trust Richard more than me?” he asked. I laughed and shook my head.

“Because I actually know Richard, have for a long time now. I’ve only known you for about twenty minutes,” I said with a shrug.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to change that, huh? See you around Augusta Juniper,” he said with what I could have sworn was a wink. He turned to Bonnie, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Bye Bonnie, I hope your hangover gets better.”

He went through the window back into the apartment. Bonnie watched as he went inside before turning to me, tilting her head down and peeking at me with wide eyes from behind her sunglasses.

“What was that?” she uttered under her breath at me, glancing inside as if to make sure he wasn’t around to hear her.

“What?” I said, trying to be as casual as possible. “What uh- what was what?”

“I didn’t realize you were into the hunky muscular type,” she said with a knowing smirk.

“I’m not. I was just being polite and nice to someone I was meeting.”

“Oh, I call bullshit on that,” she said with a scoff.

“What are you calling bullshit on?”

Bonnie and I turned to see Ivy coming through the window, a mug of coffee in her hand. She handed it to me before taking Artie's former spot at the table. I muttered a thank you to her.

“Well, I came out here to say hi to AJ and Artie and didn’t realize I would be walking into a thick cloud of sexual tension,” she said right as I took a sip of my coffee, causing me to cough on it slightly.

“Well, well, well. I didn’t pin you as liking the hunky brooding type,” she said, her lips pursed together in a smile. I rolled my eyes.

“That’s what I said!” Bonnie added with a chuckle.

“We were just being friendly,” I insisted. That was met with a chorus of ‘sures’ and ‘rights’ from them. I rolled my eyes again, letting out a small giggle.

“Also, why did he call you ‘Augusta Juniper?’” Bonnie asked.

“Oh, um, he asked me what my name was, and I told him AJ. But when he asked what AJ stood for I wouldn’t tell him. So he said he was going to call me different names until he figures it out,” I said with an innocent shrug. Bonnie and Ivy looked at each other, before looking at me with their mouths open, adorned with astonished smiles. “What?”

“That is the cutest fucking thing I have ever heard,” Ivy said in an excited high pitched tone. My cheeks blushed.

“I think I’m going to go enjoy my coffee inside if you guys keep this up,” I told them. “Oh, by the way, Ivy? Is Michelle still in my bed, or can I go in and change my sheets now?”

Ivy’s cheeks turned crimson at my words. Bonnie turned to look at Ivy, her wide astonished face returned.

“Did you score with Michelle?” Bonnie asked.

“Honestly, I’m not totally sure? I remember kissing her and then waking up this morning to being cuddled up with her mostly naked. So, I don’t fully know what happened. I’m kind of embarrassed,” she said, crossing her arms across her middle.

“Oh doll, don’t be embarrassed. She was flirting with you all last night. I’m sure if you two did anything it was mutual and consensual,” I told her reassuringly.

“Yeah, I know. I still wish that I would have remembered.”

“It happens. Don’t fret about it. You and Michelle can have a conversation about it when she wakes up,” I told her. “So to answer my question, is she awake?”

“She wasn’t before, but she might be now. I don’t want her to think I ditched her. Also, thank you for being okay with waking up and seeing us in your bed. Where did you sleep?”

“The tub.”

My answer was met with laughs from Bonnie and Ivy before they decided to head back inside. Before I headed back in, I picked up my plate and glass from the table and noticed that the book Artie had been reading on the floor of the fire escape.

I leaned down and picked it up with my free hand and turned it over to see the cover. It was Spock Must Die!. I breathed out a laugh to myself. He was this handsome, brooding, very muscular jock-looking guy, yet here he was reading a Star Trek novel. There was definitely more to him than I initially thought.

Continue to… Chapter Two

[drabbles-mc]

Tell me about your ex 👀

If it isn’t messy, tell me about the drama!

Sorry, my life is really boring and I thrive off this stuff. Idk what’s wrong with me 😭.

Hahaha listen I'm always down to dish. I'm a pretty open book. 😂 Also I think it's human nature to want the drama lmao

My last partner before Justin was a guy I had known for years. We were best friends in high school and when we were both in college we started dating. And things were great! Until they weren't 😂

Honestly I think that a lot of the issues boiled down to the fact that we were both young. We started dating when I was 19 and he was like, 23 I think? Maybe 22? Either way. Young lol.

He was...needy, for lack of a better word. I'm not the kind of person who needs to spend every second with my partner, and he definitely was. There were times I just wanted my own space, or to hang out with my family or friends and just my family or friends, which I don't think is a ridiculous thing? But he sure did. And it was just suffocating to always feel like I had to justify why I didn't want to be spending alllll of my time with him. Especially since it's not like we were living together or anything.

And he was jealous. Like, super duper jealous. And that shit got old quick. Constantly feeling like I had to defend my friendships and interactions with people at my job was exhausting. One time he accused me of cheating and I made it clear that if he ever came at me with that kind of an accusation again it would be the last discussion we ever had because I don't cheat. It was just a lot of issues revolving around those two things and finally I was like, "Mmmm yea I don't want to keep dealing with this," and I broke up with him. 🤷🏻‍♀️

And my ex before that cheated on me when we went off to college because she went away to college even though she was the one who wanted to try and do long distance. She ended up doing a whole bunch of other toxic shit so in reality I definitely dodged a bullet even if it didn't feel like it at the time. So like??? I've had quite the range 😂

I'm very happy and very lucky to be in the relationship that I am now. I'm thankful for him every day. 😌🥰

Come talk about pretty much anything!

[hobidreams]

damn babes, life is really putting us through the wringer huh😭 post-covid effects are truly wild right?? i remember for my mom, the effects were similar to yours, but for me it made me more sensitive to tastes?? if it’s any consolation, it went away completely for me n my mom after a couple weeks!!

about summer plans though, i’m def not taking summer classes this time around💀 it sorta sunk in that i haven’t gotten a proper vacation ever since i started uni in 2020, so i really wanted to just take a break. had a conversation about it w my mom n she supported my decision to take a break this summer and i honestly don’t regret a thing🥳 anyways i’m just gonna take it easy!! planning to finish crocheting my tote bag (oh did you ever get the pic i sent of the lil hat i made for my cat or did tumblr eat it😵‍💫😵‍💫), and reading a lot of books!!! i read “the girl who fell beneath the sea” last week and i absolutely LOVED IT!! i blame you for starting my obsession with historical fiction/fantasy💀 it’s based off of a korean folktale with a couple of twists, and i think you’d really like it!! i also got the book that joon and yoongi read on in the soop s1 (almond!!), and it’s been an interesting read so far. i’ll update you hihihi. also finally started watching the red sleeves?? i already know the ending but it’s actually so fun to watch even though i know it’s going to hurt like a mf💀

ok that’s all,, sorry this ended up being way longer than i thought it would be💀 but anyways how are you babes!! any fun updates (wedding updates👀)??? what are your plans for the summer?

the spacing is still whack i genuinely don’t know how to fix it lmao

-🌿

my answer got long soooo cut!

omg more sensitive?? cant even imagine what thats like. im glad thats gone for u now!! yeah i think im mostly recovered from the taste thing now.... but also like... glad i didnt get the thing that some ppl had where everything tasted like gasoline. but my random dry coughing came back two weeks ago and its only just starting to fade again 😬😬😬 im worried and have to see a doctor abt it 😭

HELL YEAHH im so glad you got to take the summer off!! fr, so many people are rushing to do their degrees in 4 years and 🤷🏻‍♀️ most ppl i knew did it in 5 and it wasnt a big deal at all. take ur time and do what makes u happy 💗 honestly, relaxing in the summer prepares me better for the winter term so it works for the best! the tote bag sounds amazing! pls show me it!!! and no i never got the pic of ur cat hat 😤😤😤 fuck u tumblr

omg ive heard of that book before! tbh i dont read a lot of fantasy bc i prefer straight historical but i will have to check it out. my backlog of to-reads only keeps growing. oops. i hope u enjoyed the books!!

ahhh never apologize pls. i love and appreciate ur long messages!!! my plans are in effect rn haha im away at a cabin sort of place, that has VERY bad wifi so im doin my best here. but its meant to be very relaxing and lowkey so im gonna do my best to recover. ive also been getting these headaches on and off since covid, but i think theyre getting worse and idk skckwkfnkemfm. i just have to fix this before school starts.

no wedding updates for now bc unfortunately our venue isnt booking yet for 2025 and thats when we have to have it (bc of my school + timing of other big, unmoveable family events). but we've picked a place + contacted the wedding party and everything is a go for that!! oh my god its so expensive. we've made a modest budget but im afraid ppl will judge us if its not super luxurious 💀 i also have a friend (more like "friend" tbh... its a long story) who put some doubts in my mind about our small budget akdmekfm so idk we're still sorting it out. doing our best to fit in everything we want while still saving for our first home 💀💀💀 but im very excited and looking forward to it!!

[socialfakes]

your hand fits in mine- joe keery

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yourinstagram | your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me ❤

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gatenm123 so cute, it’s gross 🤣

sadiesink_ had no idea you guys were dating

joekeeryfanpage is this joe? why won’t you two confirm your relationship

 | yourinstagram no. joe’s hands are waaaaay bigger than mine lol

 | josephquinn you’re not wrong y/n

nattyiceofficial by far the cutest pair of hands I’ve ever seen ❤️

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yourinstagram | it’s not fair that you’re this cute ❤🥺

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sadiesink_ it really isn’t but at least you’re lucky with him 😊

 | yourinstagram you’re very right. ily ❤️

therealcalebmclaughlin how are you guys not sick of each other yet? you’re never apart

 | yourinstagram we’re apart rn, caleb

 | nattyiceofficial the one time you two are apart & all he talks about it you 🙄

finnwolfhardofficial i still don’t know if you guys are dating or not

 | yourinstagram as far as i know, we’re not

 | finnwolfhardofficial the way you act around each other makes it hard to believe that

joekeerynews yeah he really is cute, isn’t he? ❤️

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yourinstagram | so proud of my best friend for his ultra-stellar performance in stranger things this season 😄

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therealcalebmclaughlin i thought i was your best friend. i’ve never been more hurt 💔

 | yourinstagram you are ❤️ i love youuuuuuuu

 | gatenm123 you just told me that i was your best friend

 | yourinstagram i can have more than 1 best friend ❤️

sadiesink_ my favorite cast member by far. so proud of this season and so happy to have you on set y/n ❤️

 | yourinstagram love you the most ❤️

maya_hawke such a joy to work with. you’re one lucky gal, y/n 😉

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yourinstagram | happy birthday buddy !!! missin you a whole lot today, bub ❤️

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maya_hawke happy birthday joe! and on another note, are you sure you’re not dating? 🤨

 | yourinstagram yes i am 100% sure 😊

 | maya_hawke mhm. suuuuuuuure 😉

gatenm123 happiest of birthdays to my bro. hope you have a wonderful day

joekeerynews any big plans for his big birthday?

 | yourinstagram not that I know of. haven’t seen him all day and don’t plan on it 👍🏻

davidarquette happy birthday joe. hope it’s a good one this year

 | yourinstagram hi i love you 😃

joekeeryfan01 omg that first picture is so cute. where’d you get it?

 | yourinstagram from some childhood memories 😃

 | joekeeryfan01 how far back do you guys go exactly?

 | yourinstagram sooooooo far back. toddler days probably 🤷🏻‍♀️

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yourinstagram | wow. watching you grow up over the last 6 years has been such a blessing. i got the opportunity to see you at all your different adolescent stages in life and i can honestly say that i’ve never been prouder of the man you’ve become today. happy 21st birthday @therealcalebmclaughlin i love you buddy ❤️❤️❤️ #tothemoonandback

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therealcalebmclaughlin thank you for this, honestly. having you around these past 6 years has truly been the blessing of a lifetime. love you ❤️

 | yourinstagram stop. you’re gonna make me cry ❤️

gatenm123 happy birthday man. glad that i have gotten the opportunity to grow up with you 😃

sadiesink_ happy birthday caleb. you’ll always be the lucas to my max & i am forever grateful for you 😊

 | therealcalebmclaughlin thank you mad max 😉

strangerthingsfan wow. he really has grown up quickly hasn’t he?

grandnicalynn ❤️❤️❤️

brettgelman happy birthday kiddo 😃

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yourinstagram | we tried so hard to keep this a secret as long as we could, but you guys figured it out easily. guess we’re not really good at keeping things on the down low 😂 anyways, so happy that I’ve spent the last 7 years getting to love my best friend and soulmate. joe, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and i know i tell you every day but i love you so much 🥰 happy anniversary love 😍 #ilovejoekeery

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maya_hawke I FREAKING KNEW IT!!! I FREAKING KNEW IT

therealcalebmclaughlin thank you for letting me in on this secret 😃

 | gatenm123 they told you and not me? how rude! 😂

 | yourinstagram to be fair, gaten, he walked into joe’s trailer and caught us making out 😜

joekeerynews love this. cutest couple in Hollywood ❤️

finnwolfhardofficial figured this out pretty easily, tbh. but i’m really glad you guys are together officially 😊

josephquinn you both lied to me whenever I asked about this. how did you do that so easily? 😂😂

 | yourinstagram we lied to everyone joseph. but it definitely wasn’t easy to do so 😪

 | josephquinn i couldn’t imagine it would be. really happy for you guys 😃

brettgelman so beautiful. glad you two kids found each other in this crazy world 😊

 | yourinstagram thank you brett. we love you ❤️

dkharbour wait, i thought you were dating the other joe 🤯🧐

[byebyeballoon]

So I have like zero followers, but I wanted to vent somewhere, so here we are. I finally found some kdramas I am not a fan of after binging during quarantine these last two years (I’m chronically ill so I have a lot of free time). For the most part I’ve really enjoyed the majority I’ve watched, and have already re-watched a handful bc I enjoyed them so much and it’s digital hangs with my bestie. But I absolutely hated Itaewon Class, You Are My Spring, and Hometown Cha Cha Cha. I’ve been seeing IC and HTCCC on a lot of recommendation posts, and I wanted to see what other people thought about these things I noticed and disliked about the shows.

You Are My Spring, I simply could not finish and did not care to. The trailer was very misleading (I’ve actually gotten used to this with Netflix kdramas), and it ended up being a plot that felt off some how... I stopped after about five episodes since I just wasn’t feeling it. So I guess my gripe with this isn’t the same as the other two which had to do with the relationship dynamics.

I loved Park Seo-Joon in Whats Wrong With Secretary Kim (and I look forward to him being in the next Captain Marvel movie), but the writing for Itaewon Class was frustrating. Yes I liked the lead character and some of the side ones, and it was good to finally see a trans character in a kdrama (though it would have been even better if the character was played by a trans actor. Progress is progress, and I’m glad to see more representation in kdramas.). But I was not okay with how creepy Yi-Seo was towards Sae-royi. If it had been the other way where the dude was adamant and saying “I love you” and forcing physical affection on the woman even after the female character had said no multiple times over multiple years and drawn clear boundaries, people would be screaming how creepy the dude was. So yeah, that made me uncomfortable they ended up together since it was not healthy at all, and he deserved better after having such a hard life (honestly the second female lead was not much better. He should have ended up with someone else altogether. 🤷🏻‍♀️).

Hometown Cha Cha Cha was one where I got really bad second lead syndrome. It broke my heart how the dude loved her so much and the timing just wasn’t in his favor, both in college and again in later adulthood. But he actually seemed to care about Hye Jin unlike Do Sik (in the start anyway). Lastly Hye Jin beating poor Do Sik any time a town person came near them when they were trying to hide their relationship was extremely effed up. Her head butting him and actually making him bleed was not cute at all, and abuse needs to be called out when we see it. That was not a healthy start to a relationship, or healthy in any relationship. But uh yeah. If you prefer shows with healthy romantic relationships… skip this one.

Anyway I definitely will not be watching those three again, and felt like warning people looking for kdrama recs. I guess for reference I should say my top five are: 1) Vincenzo (the writing in this show was so good). 2) Hotel Del Luna (hoo boy the heartbreak in that one hit hard). 3) Sweet Home. 4) Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo. 5) King Eternal Monarch (simply for the fact that it was refreshing to see a fresh science fiction story when so many things in America media are being rehashed and recycled). That list isn’t necessarily in order tho, and I honestly have more favs than just those. Runner ups include: All of Us Are Dead, When the Camelia Blooms, Mystic Popup Bar, and Shopaholic Louis.

[runfast-runfar]

The past week has had its ups and downs but hey, that’s life I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

1/20/22

✨ last week was a pretty fun week! I saw the new Spider-Man movie with a friend and then we went to see Murr from impractical jokers at a comedy club later that week too and it was honestly such needed down time tbh

✨ fast forward to this week and it’s not as happy go lucky, I’m frustrated and having so many issues with some friendships that I want to talk through but the other party doesn’t seem to want to talk through anything really and so I’m stuck in this place of no resolve. It sucks. But it honestly is a eye opener of if people want to be friends with you they’ll want to work through things too. So if it doesn’t work out that way, as sad as it will make me, it probably wasn’t a friendship that was going to last anyways. I’m so hoping it does turn around and that we work through it bc I love the friend dearly, but I’ve vocalized what I want/need and that’s all I can do you know? It is what it is at this point.

✨ but I’ve tried to distract myself and honestly it’s been working and I’ve been dealing in a much healthier way than I would have even just 2-3 months ago. So that is nice to see in myself tbh!

I’ve been reading a lot more! Im reading 2 books atm and listening to a third audiobook and I love it! Im almost done with reading A Mouthful of Air (30 pages left), I just started reading The Diary of Anne Frank (20 pages in), and then I’m listening to Veronica Mars: Million Dollar Tan Line (5.5 hours into it!) By the end of this month I’ll have finished those three books plus the two I already read putting my reading goal at 5/22 ALREADY!!! My goal was two books a month to hit that but I’m loving the time reading + listening to audiobooks on long walks! I can only do audiobooks though with very specific people reading it bc most peoples voices piss me off 😅

✨ so reading has been a nice coping skill. And then I started rewatching Veronica Mars a few days ago after listening to the audiobook and I love this show so much! I’ve seen all the episodes, the movie, the Hulu episodes of it but I hadn’t watched any of it I’m years and I genuinely forgot how much I loved this show and the characters! Veronica Mars was a show I watched when I was a teenager and really really lonely and friendless and I wanted to be like Veronica so badly, and I felt like watching the show gave me a friendship with her even though obviously it was just a show. 12/14 year old me didn’t care, a friend was a friend. So that’s been comforting to revisit in such a huge way too.

✨ anyways, I didn’t work yesterday or today, I did a few loads of laundry and watched Veronica Mars all day basically haha!

✨ I’m just really trying to soak up the last few days of winter break before my LAST SEMESTER starts ahhh!! My goal is to get all A’s to go out strong and bring my gpa back up after a baaaaad semester in the fall :/ But I can salvage it by getting all A’s which is doable! So I’m really just enjoying the last 4-5 lazy days left!

I also cut back working a lot with school since I can’t juggle full time work and school! So I’m just working my barista job on Friday and Saturdays each week and then 1 day a week at my old job on Thursdays! So that will be really nice! In all honesty I might even go down to just working two days and doing 1 and 1 at each job, but I’m going to see if I can swing that financially. We’ll see!

✨ I hope you’re all doing well! I’ll be happily over here being best friends with Veronica Mars and relishing in the nostalgia that comes with it :’)

[destinyc1020]

Some random thoughts but dating when you're famous (with a huge following like T and Z) must be so hard..

From the celeb perspective : you're always watched and don't really know if the person you like is interested bc of who you are as a person, or as a famous person

From the other perspective : you'll have to deal with press harassing you and your people to know details about your life, and eventually if the rs doesn't last, you'll always be "the one who dated X" in the public eye..

That's why I now understand why most celebs date in their industry bc their s.o will most likely understand better the downsides of dating in the public eye than a person who's not in it.

That being said, if T and Z are not meant to be together, I hope they'll find someone fitting for them. We know they're both workaholic so maybe they need some time off from rs 🤷🏻‍♀️ still rooting for them but it is what it is... (the more time passes the more the tomdaya coat is leaving my body 🥲🥲)

Yep! I agree 💯%!

It does seem hard. 😔 Idk how some celebrities do it!

I always feel so bad for some who have to re-live their breakup in front of the public eye. Smh.... Just going by my own personal experience, it's already hard enough to go through a breakup, esp if you have to keep seeing your ex on some level.... But can you imagine having to go through a breakup in front of the public eye, and not only that, but EVERYONE in the WORLD knows about it, and can look up info on it? And add on top of that, but the media is talking about you and your ex... sometimes writing blatant LIES about why you two broke up... and then, everyone feels free to have an opinion on Twitter about your life and your rlshp when they don't you two personally? 👀

That's def gotta be tough! I don't even blame some celebs for being private about their rlshps. Some ppl like to broadcast who they're dating to the public, but others prefer to be low-key and private. I don't knock either choice honestly. 🤷🏾‍♀️

It's gotta be hard. That's why a lot of celebs don't even announce their breakup until way later. At least by then, the initial sting is already gone.

Then there are women in the industry like Jennifer Aniston, who basically got coined by the media as the "poor woman" who got dumped by Brad for Angelina, and basically made her look like she was miserable for years..... 🥴

Now look.... Brad and Angie broke up, and Jennifer and Brad are on good terms again... 👀 It's funny how life works out.

Crazy..... 🤪

[itshiddeninthewords]

Life Update : Sep 25th 2022

Well hello there!

It’s been quite some time 😅

I really thought I had updated a couple of times since then but they’re not here, soooo 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

I honestly don’t know where to start …

We were poly for a little over a year & I had a girlfriend. Her name was Tae. I dated a bit after that but didn’t connect with anyone after Tae.

I think I closed myself off because of how shit went down. I ended it but it was a snap decision & sometimes I don’t know if I made the right one.

Scarn almost died … twice

Evander & I got COVID in January & ended up out of work for a month - I ended up with long COVID.

Mom almost died … twice (COVID & then not wearing her mask - too much CO2)

Mom also got moved into a facility in Aug 2021. Which has been a shit show but whateves.

I found out my mom is a lying narcissist & is my biggest abuser. I could deadass write an entire post about her alone & the abuse & danger I lived through. But I digress.

I barely worked this year & I’m utterly ashamed.

I expanded & created an Etsy shop - I create PDF documents. It’s hella fun, tbh.

I lost my biggest client. My last day with him is actually Sep 30th 🫠

Evander & I are not currently poly … I’m not sure if I want to be in the future either. I do but I don’t.

My dad had a stroke & it was pretty scary. He’s recovered really well though.

I came out as two spirit earlier this year

We no longer want children

We’re no longer Christian’s - I would say we identify as agnostic

Gabi is a grade A asshat. We lived we her for all of two weeks before she kicked us out, after making us sell our shit to give them $1,000

She did me worse than YoYo & knew it was coming.

We lived the last 3 months with Evander’s mom & that was a trip. So much petty, cruel, & nasty things done towards us.

Literally like making faces when I talk, talking shit to her friends about us & our marriage, & straight up ignoring me.

She did so many rude ass things & tried to shove her fake ass Christianity down our throats. Trying to manipulate us with worship music & sermons. Just stfu honestly.

We’re now in Lake Placid the next couple of months for my mom. I’m wanting to be closer to have some time with her & help with the lax facility.

Evander & I are officially AirBNB hopping the next year or two. BEYOND excited for that!

Scarn is in the process of being rehomed due to us living in Air BNB’s… bittersweet I suppose

Delilah got put down in July. That was really hard..

I haven’t worked much & truth be told I’m utterly embarrassed. I feel like it was supposed to be so different & I let one client really fuck me over. Not purposeful (I don’t think) but still.

We’re now staying with my brother the next week until our AirBNB is ready. I’m looking forward to this time with him & the family

Some of the biggest news? I don’t have hypomania bipolar 2 - I’m actually autistic! Learning this changed my life in the best ways (mostly)

I feel like I’m somehow missing shit tbh. But I’m ending it there cause I’m stupid tired.

Hopefully I’ll remember to update sooner rather than later.

~ EB

[akane171]

Yes, I am sure😅😂

Yuuup, definitely poor dude 😅😖

Well, the SPN fandom is a place of crazies and madness, soo🤷🏻‍♀️😉😂

Wasn't that the scene in the OG Naruto? But Shipuuden had flashbacks of Naruto hanging out with Shikamaru and Choji🤔 Ah, whatever, I'm starting to get confused😂😂😂🙈

Yeah, I never understood that either, like the Third Hokage even PROMISED Minato and Kushina to protect Naruto and showcase him as a hero😅🤦🏻‍♀️

HAHAHAHAHA that is quite ironic😂 But didn't the newest pope even speak up several times about ACCEPTING such stuff? (I might be remembering this wrong, I don't really keep up with what which religion is currently in favor of but I think he said sth a few years ago?)🤔😅

Yes, worry about you... Calling that "entertaining" is quite worrying😅🙈

Yes, RL is like that, NOT fanfics😭

😂😂😂😂 I suppose? 😂😂😂😂

Hmm, not sure if the theory will ever be addressed🤔😅

Yeaaah...Most fillers are annoying tho some were indeed nice🤔😅

Hahaha, they'd throw the most awesomest of parties😂😍

...Please don't remind me of Scott and Malia, that was just random and weird...🙈😅

You're welcome?😅😂

Naah, I'll accept suggestions but most often then not, I'll choose, so kinda yeah😂 Everybody else just gotta shut their cakeholes😉😉

Honestly, Keith and Jim are two of my absolutely most loved things ever right now😂😂 I could watch them be silent and make gestures in interviews all day every day😂😂 (Imagine those Space puppies meeting our Karamel Space puppies😂 I feel like Keith, Jim and Mon (and Winn) would get along brilliantly😂😂😉)

Uhh, now that you say it, Linkin Park fans really do seem to be Skillet fans, too🤔🤔 Maybe because the vibe of both bands' older songs is kinda similar?🤔🤔

Ohh, Sleeping at Last is kinda an opposite to the rest😂🤷🏻‍♀️ They usually have more calming even kinda sad songs🤔😅 You might know their song "Saturn" tho, that one seems pretty widely known🤔

Ohh, FictionJunction and Two Steps from Hell?😱😍 I'll need to check out the rest when I have time tho, I'm really bad with titles and names, so not sure if I know them😅🙈

😂😂😂 medical harassment, Huh?😉

Thanks😊

Btw, OMG HAVE YOU READ THE NEW CHAPTER SHE UPLOADED, LIKE, OMG, IT WAS SO UNEXPECTED AND AHAHSHSHSHSHDKFLFLFLDNDBDKSÖSÖSNEBEKDODLDDK I WAS TOTALLY SCREAMING AND HYPER-ENERGIZED AFTER GETTING THE NOTIFICATION😍😍😍 (already read it twice, but still gotta read again and finally get around to commenting🙈🙈) I AM STILL SOOO HYPED EVEN THO IT'S BEEN HOURS😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

XXX

Don't believe ya :)))))

SPN fandom made me realize how incest is popular in some spaces.... and my life was not the same since then....

I think it was during the flashbacks of their first big ass battle? When Naruto was for the first time remembering how their relationship started. I think? It was long time ago and I ERASED the memory of that manga/anime from my brain =='

And here we ended, with Naruto hated by the whole village and Sasuke alone, miserable and cultivating a big ass piss at his brother. Splendid!

He was telling some progressive stuff and then told some shit about Ukraine and well, pissed me off :))) but I guess he is better than the last two. What is not a big... improvement, but whatever.

I'm innocent! You are creating some weird stuff about me in your head!

Probably it won't. That's how the producers approach their shows *glares at the SG*

Scott and Malia was the perfect example of how they fucked up perfectly working ships (Stalia and Scira) for fanonship (frucking sty dia) and realized they don't have a ship for the main hero, so they put him with his FRIEND, even when there was nothing romantic. Ever. Because friendships between males and females can't exist right??? I'm still so pissed :/

Lol, best pals for lives xD Seriosuly, we need more weirdos in our lives XD

Yeah, and some of the other bands you sent me have that vibe too, I guess it's similar genre? Not sure, because aside of the Linkin Park, I don't listen to this type too much. Still good music :D As for Skillet, there is something in their music that doesn't make me their fan, but can't tell what exactly.

Nope, sorry, I don't know that song, bands like them are not really popular here and I have never really dug into them.

FictionJunction is just perfect. And Two Steps From Hell made a lot of pieces that help me creating the space opera ideas xD they are very... epic xD

medical harassment - fuck yeah.

Nooooo, still didn't have time for that, but will soon :D Happy you are happy and for sure LW is going to be happy too xDDD

[elleforlife]

Mid 2018 Life Update

Hellooo I'm back!

Ok, so I know that it’s not *technically* midway through 2018 until May, but either way, it’s still incredulous to believe that we’re almost halfway there either way. 

Fun fact: I still write ‘2017′ as the date on all of my school assignments. See, I wish I was kidding, except my teachers would say otherwise.

Is it just me, or has this year gone by really, really fast?

Anyways, the last time I posted was in February (rough, I know). It’s sorta funny how my last post was also one on new habits I was trying to implement in March, especially seeing how much has happened in the last 1-2 months since. So I thought it would make sense to do a quick rundown on all the happenings in my life right now/a checklist of what I’ve already accomplished in 2018. 

I’m a firm believer in recognizing success as a way to push for future achievements, so even if you find my list a little irrelevant to yourself, I still definitely recommend taking a step back from life and reviewing what’s happened so far and what you want to accomplish before 2018 is over. Unfortunately, I’m gonna be saving my “Second Half of 2018 Goals” post for another time, but here’s my first list anyways!

Academics:

It’s kinda crazy to think that I only have two more months left of my freshman year! Overall, I think I’ve learned how to balance work, play, and grades without dying. My third term just ended and I’m hoping to either a) maintain my 3.8 from last semester or b) raise it up to a 3.9 or even a 4.0 🤷🏻‍♀️ If you’re interested in doing the same, take a look at this post I did a while ago on how to become a straight-A student!

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Speech and Debate:

Other than grades, my first ever speech and debate season has also come to a bittersweet end. I remember how for my first five or so tournaments I would spend the week prior crying over how much prep I had to do for my event. Congressional Debate was definitely a grind, which meant that I usually had to write 5-6 speeches within the seven days after receiving the legislation for that week’s tournament. Now, I’m crying because I won’t be competing every Saturday with people I love while doing the event I love. I’ve improved so much and actually started “breaking” to finals more regularly...seriously can’t believe it’s over! #MSDLSenatorsForever

God bless @eshaasaraf for making 15 hour tournaments more bearable. 

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Lacrosse:

Yet the end of season also means the beginning of another, or more specifically, the beginning of LACROSSE season. I always look forward to girls lax practices and even though Im playing goalie this season, we’ve still manged to win our first game and hopefully take even more dubs in the future!

So much love for @laurennpaula who makes the excessive running bearable.

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Future Business Leaders of America:

Last Monday, I attended my first ever State Leadership Conference at Bentley University! It was amazing to see so many motivated high schoolers from all across the state come together for something that we’re all passionate about, business and changing the future. I’m currently running for the state FBLA VP of communications, so we’ll see how that goes.

Some amazing girls I met last week! Follow me on Instagram @ellewenn for more.

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Hackathons!

In March, I also attended my first ever hackathon. It was hosted by Metrohacks and was an event curated for girls in STEM, taking place at a gorgeous venue at the Cambridge Innovation Center. I built a social media app, got cool swag, learned about app development and entrepreneurship, ate great food, and met inspiring female coders my age from all over the US. Honestly, best experience in my coding life to date.

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Speaker at Local Library Fundraising Event:

A week ago, I had the honor of being one of my local library’s guest speaker at their annual Spring Fling fundraising event. This year, they were trying to raise money to pay for their newly renovated teen space. It was such a wonderful experience not just because I got to meet amazing people like Hank Phillipi Ryan, an anchor at my local news station and mystery novel writer, but because I credit the library to getting me into coding, reading, and ultimately, blogging. I grew up there basically and the fact that they reached out to me to help raise money was truly an honor.

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Alright, that’s it for now! As always, make sure to leave a comment letting me know what y’all have been up to lately. I love talking to you guys, especially on Instagram (@ellewenn) and Twitter (@elleforlife.)

Seriously, so much love for life right now, and even more love for you guys. 

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