#i am very busy today so here is just one photo of one guy :)

[onenicebugperday]

Long-necked shining fungus beetle, Diatelium wallacei, Staphylinidae (Rove Beetles)

Photographed in Borneo by isabetabug

[nouvellevqgue]

✦ I LOVE SPRINGSTEEN, FADED BLUE JEANS, TENNESSEE WHISKEY, L. NORRIS

you know you'd always love him just like you love your whiskey and jeans.

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[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”

[wosoragebaiter69]

double wham

patri guijarro x fem!reader

request: here

A/N: only 1 post tonight 😔 sorry guys, been busy with work and this was surprisingly hard to write… so it’s short, sorry anon

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*NOT PROOFREAD*

Today is the day that I finally propose to my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for 4 years and it’s been the absolute best of my life. It seemed fitting because the whole team is going out on a hike through the mountains, so not only will it be scenic but it will also be in front of our other teammates.

I’ve already told Frido, Lucy and Mapi. Who probably told others in the process. So most of the team likely know my plan. The only thing I don’t have control over is the answer Patri gives. I know she’ll probably say yes but I can’t help but feel nervous.

Little did I know.

Patri and I arrive together, as per usual and she immediately goes to sit with Claudia. Again nothing unusual. I go and sit down next to Lucy who has a massive grin on her face.

“Jesus Lucy, I haven’t even asked yet.” I lean over, whispering in a hushed tone.

“Ohhh, I know. Can’t wait to see her reaction.” I squint my eyes, she knows something.

I shrug it off, plugging in my headphones, ready for the hour bus ride we have to make before getting to our destination.

- - - - -

Once we arrive, Mapi pats me on the back before going to annoy Ingrid about something. I make my way to find Patri, interlocking my fingers with her own. Too focused on my own nerves, I fail to see hers.

We start the trek, observing the views of the city and other wildlife around the place. Taking photos every so often. The weather is nice, not too hot and cool enough so that when we do sweat it’s a cooling feeling.

After an hour or so, we make it to the top. The views are absolutely gorgeous as the city is lit up by the glowing sun. In the distance, I can see the bay. The water glistening even from so far away.

(side note why tf do i keep rhyming things help)

This is the moment. I have to ask, so I pull Patri aside and make her sit down. We’re away from most of the others but the views do not miss.

“So what is it?” She asks, slightly nervous.

“Well I… We’ve been dating for quite a while and I thought, there’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, soo.” I pause, pulling the box out of my bag.

“Will you marry me?” I ask.

I watch as her smile grows, and she starts laughing slightly.

“What’s so funny?” I smile, confused.

“Because, I was going to ask you the same thing.” She then proceeds to pull out her own box with a ring. Now it’s my turn to laugh.

“Oh God!” I yell into her shoulder, tears streaming out of my eyes.

“Well, I’ll put the ring I got on you, vice versa.” She nods and I take the ring out of the box, placing it delicately on her finger. It’s clear it suits her so well, even if my bank account cried for days. I’m assuming hers did as well.

Because when that ring is put on my finger, all I can think about is how right this feels. To the point I start crying.

“What’s wrong amor?” She wipes the tears away.

“Nothing, this just feels so right. I love you so much bebé” Her hands are on my face still, and she pulls me in for a long kiss.

When it’s done, realisation dawns upon me.

“Wait… do you think all the girls knew? I told Lucy, Frido and Mapi who probably told others and if you told people that means-“ Her eyes also go wide.

“True, very true. How about we go show them ah?” I nod and we get up walking toward everyone else.

“WE’RE GETTING MARRIED BITCHES!” Patri screams.

Most of them respond with the same energy, but all I can think about is how lucky I am to have someone like Patri. Someone I love so deeply.

[daytaker]

hii hellooo, may i request brothers with a clown core mc? their outfits most often being very colorful but their personality being the opposite? like somewhat cold and very blunt, not talking much and if talking then it’s about something mildly disturbing like murder investigations or an odd fascination with deadly diseases stuff like that

sorry that it’s extremely specific and thank you regardless _(┐「ε:)_

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

When you first arrived, no one was sure what to think. They looked you over. Your pink hair, your cyan shorts. A yellow T-shirt and rainbow suspenders. Gaudy makeup and adorable pink tennis shoes. Beaded bracelets and necklaces and colorful tights.

And a box of smokes in your back pocket.

"Welcome to the House of Lamentation," Lucifer says, gesturing grandly at the stately mansion ahead of you.

You say nothing. Instead, you pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a drag, you lazily gaze at the house, then back at your host, who looks disgusted.

"Make sure you only do that outside," he says, nodding to the box of cigarettes in your hand.

You blow a puff of smoke in his face and start walking to the door, completely ignoring the sounds of Lucifer struggling to contain his rage.

"Why's it called that?" you finally ask as you stop at the front doors. "'House of Lamentation'?"

Lucifer, having composed himself by now, steps up beside you. "This is a replica of a house from the human world," he explains. "In it, an entire family was murdered; the parents, the servant, and six of their seven sons. The seventh--"

"Ohhh. This is the Sutton house," you say, nodding.

"Excuse me?"

"The Sutton house. Massachusetts, 1923. Elijah Sutton, oldest of seven sons, runs into the local tavern screaming that his servant killed the whole family and himself. Most folks today think it was Elijah who really did it. I know I do."

You take one more drag from your cigarette, then drop it on the ground and put it out with the heel of your shoe.

"So this is their house, huh? Sick."

---

It's breakfast on your second day in the Devildom. You took extra time to apply your godawful makeup this morning, and you're sure it shows, because the brothers keep glancing at you as if they're not quite sure what they should say.

"You talk to them, Mammon," mumbles Satan. "You're their babysitter."

"Ah... ahem." Mammon casts a glare at his brother, then looks at you. "So, uh... Human." You stare at him with a dead-eyed expression that seems to unnerve him even more. "...We're goin' to RAD today, and there's a couple a things you should know." You continue staring.

Mammon looks to his brothers for help, but they all avoid eye contact. "Uhhh... Just... try not to get eaten, 'kay? Lucifer'll be pissed if you die on my watch."

"Do demons eat people?" you ask. "Like, raw?"

"Sometimes! So don't mess around with 'em, got it?"

"That's gotta be messy as fuck."

"It is!"

"You got any photos?"

"....Eh?"

---

"So I get that you're the seven deadly sins," you say to Satan, sprawled out in an armchair in the library, "but like... is that all you guys got here?"

Satan, who had been minding his own business and innocently reading a book of curses, looks irritated. "Is that all of what?"

"I dunno. Bad shit shaped like people." You shrug. "Like, you got the Four Horsemen or somethin'?"

"Of course not," Satan snaps. "That would be ridiculous."

You shrug. "Embodiment of plague? Too ridiculous to believe. Embodiment of wrath? Well, obviously that's a thing."

---

"You have to make pacts with Lucifer and his brothers," Belphie urges you through the door. You stare at him, then take a drag from your cigarette. As long as Lucifer is occupied in the music room with that weird record, you're going to break every rule in this damn house.

"How am I supposed to do that? Am I gonna split up my soul Horcrux style? Give everybody a slice?"

Belphie stares at you for a few seconds. You don't realize how badly he wishes he could kill you in this moment. "Are you going to help me or not?"

You shrug. "What do I get out of it?"

He blinks at you in utter bewilderment. "You... make me happy?"

You stare at him. He stares at you. You stare at him. He continues to stare at you.

You head back down the stairs.

[hannahssimblr]

As hangovers go, it’s about a nine out of ten. I waste the morning drifting in and out of sweaty snoozes, my duvet coiled around my legs like cotton vines that want to bind me to the sheets, gritty with the sand I dragged in on my shoes. At some point I am startled briefly awake by my phone buzzing with such fury that it hops along the surface of the mattress. 

It's Michelle. I switch it off and roll over. 

Around midday when the sun is at the perfect angle to sear through the glass and scorch my sweat bathed body like a helpless insect under a magnifying glass, I finally roll out of bed and shuffle into the living room. 

The guys are playing something that’s wall to wall machine guns on the PlayStation. They invite me to join, but I tell them no. The percussive sounds of the bullets is enough to make my brain throb. I let myself outside in yesterday's clothes to escape the noise, grabbing my sunglasses on the way. 

I think a walk will be good, I think it’ll make me feel better. I avoid the beach, which is obnoxiously busy on sunny days like this one, in favour of a walk through the village in the vague direction of the boat club. I don’t intend to go that far. I spent the whole summer last year avoiding a certain waitress, and I have yet to decide if I’m going to do the same this year. Today is not a day for decisions, so I will just loop around the caravan park and come back. 

The walk is not a success. First I am confronted by the dead seagull and then it’s the bin overflowing with half eaten fish and chips in the beach car park. I make it about ten metres before my body takes over and I throw up neon green behind a family station wagon. I knew it was coming, but I would have rather it had happened in a more confidential place. 

“Oh God, foul.” A very pretty girl in a bikini says to her equally pretty friend as I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, and all I can hope is that either these sunglasses provide adequate disguise, or that I will never see them again. 

But once I’ve thrown up I feel better. Though a headache persists, I've heard the sea air holds some sort of magic. I suck it in in lungfuls hoping it can heal my stomach, my head, and whatever it is that is specifically wrong with boys like me who call their ex-girlfriends at two in the morning and say a whole host of things that are wholly unhelpful to both of you. 

After this walk I will go home and force myself to eat something. I'll just force myself around the caravan park one time. The moment I slip through the gates, I have to leap aside to allow a group of boys to pass on their bicycles. They shout something at me for being slow and in their way, and I laugh, even though it makes my skull throb. 

I’ve always quite liked this part of the village, it’s rough and ready. There is nothing fancy about the old concrete shower block, dropped smack bang in the middle of the place, the big sun bleached plastic bins and the sporadic blocks of concrete with weeds bursting from the cracks. I enjoy its chaos, the mismatched lawn furniture, thin summer clothes pegged to lines, the children running wild in unsupervised chaos. 

The management tried to ban me from this park when I was twelve over some incident with a tennis ball and an ice cream truck. They took my photo and all, and stuck it up in the office, but the next summer when I got my growth spurt they didn’t recognise me anymore. So I made my triumphant return, hung around, threw things out of trees to see what sounds they’d make, and kissed all the girls I could get my braces-filled mouth on. 

I peer over the rim of my glasses toward where three girls are hanging out on the tennis courts, two popping the ball over the net while the third lolls on the sideline. I try to figure out if I ever kissed any of them in my heyday. I don’t remember, but if they were here in 2005 then it's most likely. 

Except if that girl is Kelly Healy, which, I realise, as I get closer to the court that it is. She’s unmissable, really, red faced, her sweaty curls spring free of her ponytail as she swipes at the ball and misses. She lets out a cry of frustration, flings her racket onto the ground and whines loudly about how unfair it is that she should have to lose every single set. 

I think it’s fine to think about how much I never wanted to kiss Kelly Healy. It’s not offensive, because it’s not as though she would have wanted to either, in fact, the idea of it has to disgust her as much as it does me. I hope she doesn’t see me as I pass, but I doubt she will, she’s too busy laying into her friend, but the girl sitting on the ground does. 

She smiles at me. Does she come here every summer? Is she one of the girls I’ve kissed? I doubt it. I think I’d remember. 

I smile back tentatively and she shyly tucks a strand of silky blonde hair behind her ear. 

She’s pretty, but I look away, racked with guilt for thinking it. Amn’t I supposed to be heartbroken and devastated? Surely I owe at least three months of penance, languishing in misery, unable to even look another girl in the eye as punishment for my selfish crimes. I’ve only given it a measly six weeks. 

I think this walk was a bad idea. I wasn’t ready for it. I swerve down a path away from the court and turn back toward home.

Jen is hanging out on the outdoor furniture when I return. I don’t really want to talk. It seems somehow as though breathing the fresh air has made my headache worse, but she speaks to me anyway despite my attempts to non-verbally communicate a desire to be left alone. 

“You should delete her number,” she tells me, voice flat, and I just grunt something non committal.

“I’m serious, you really just can’t be trusted. You should just save yourself the angst and minimise the risk of any contact.”

“You spoke to her?”

“Yeah she called me,” then, incredulously, “why did you say all of that to her?”

“I don’t remember what I said.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Well, don’t then. I don’t care.”

“Okay, grumpy.”

“Don’t talk to me right now.” I stalk up the stairs and into the house, then burst into my room while ignoring the boys who are still offering me a game of whatever they are playing. I kick the door shut and snatch my phone off the tangled mess that is my bed. I switch it on. 

It comes to life in my hand like a sentient being, buzzing and chiming with all of the messages and calls I missed, but I delete every single one of them without looking. Then I go straight to my phonebook.

SHELL <3 

Her name is stark, black text against white. She changed her own name on my phone a long time ago, adding that little heart onto the end of it as though I would ever forget exactly which Michelle this was, as though we didn’t text each other every second we spent apart. I swear, through the aura of my headache, now throbbing furiously behind one eye, it seems like those two little symbols are mocking me. 

DELETE?

My thumb twitches. 

YES SHELL<3 HAS BEEN DELETED

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[euripidestrousers]

The Bridget Jones Wolfstar AU that No One Asked For

Dear Diary, 

Even writing those words makes me physically ill so I’d like to start this off by disclosing that getting a diary was not my idea. 

You see, my best friend, James - excellent, wonderful best friend who has recently become a family man by choice, and has therefore become one of the most insufferable people on earth - gave me this diary and said it’s either this or he’s buying me therapy because one more rubbish one-week relationship of mine is going to kill him.

And I don’t need a fucking therapist, so here you are, and here I am. I feel better already.

(haha)

Dear Diary, 

James might be onto something. Today I found myself smoking my third morning cigarette while drinking my coffee and muttering that the drive to work is going to be hell because of the rain. 

I’ve become my father. 

Of course, I asked James if he ever looks in the mirror and sees Monty staring back and if it makes him want to buy a motorbike and he replied, ‘Uh, I’m literally his son, we look alike. Are you okay?’

My thirty third birthday is coming up. 

Please don’t let this be a mid-life crisis. I’m not in a relationship because I don’t want one, and haven’t had one in over ten years because the men in London either want to meet you in the park or meet your parents. It’s the last hour of the buffet and all that’s left is the salad. And I don’t need a relationship either. James and Lily are a match made in heaven since the first time he told her ugly friend he was ugly (rightfully so, the man is still hideous and a complete prick), and she told him to watch his fucking mouth. Made for each other.

But the last time I met a guy that made me laugh and was any sort of attractive and not a complete knob about being attractive, was over three years ago. 

Ie, it’s not for me. End of story.

I bought a motorbike

Dear Diary, 

I’m going to do away with the whole ‘dear diary’ thing, it makes me feel like a schoolgirl and if James ever finds you when we’re drunk he’s going to read out at least one embarrassing entry at me. They’re all embarrassing. 

I went on a blind date today.

“Long black for… Sirish?”

What? Oh. That vague jumble of mush must have been his name. Sirius grabs the takeaway cup and makes for the door briskly. He has the Binkley case to catch up on and write a piece on by the end of the week and he’s still not clear who the man is. A football star perhaps? He’s still being sidelined into the sports area of the paper because he did football for a year. Nevermind that he has an interest in politics and would very much like to report on where the country will be in ten years if it keeps going-

J: You busy after work?

Sirius grins, flopping his jacket over one arm to type back to James Potter, best friend and inarguably lesser half of Lily Potter. 

S: drinks?

J: I have a one year old

S: too early for him to start?

S: kidding. Don’t tell Lily. She’s already started making him take his helmet every time I take him for a day. 

J: It’s not for drinks. Lily has a friend who’s just come to town. I thought maybe you could show him around.

S: Worst lie ever. 

J: I haven’t had coffee yet.

J: It’s actually true though. He just came to town and doesn’t know anyone other than Lily, and Harry has a cold so we’re both staying home.

J: He’s quite attractive I’m told. Lily told me to say ‘tall Martin Freeman’, and that you’d know what it means

S: Potter, if I was so desperate that I would open to a blind date, I definitely wouldn’t start with any of Lily’s friends, they’re all college professors and about 50 years old. 

J: He’s 37

S: He has elbow patches. Guaranteed. Bet he says ‘but the Torries are actually not as conservative as they’re made out to be.’

S: Bet he has a mahogany desk and wanks to Aristotle

J: Jesus christ

J: Photo sent

Sirius glances down uninterestedly and sees a photo of a man. But instead of the expected stuffy looking balding man with a sour face, as most of Lily’s fellow professors are to be fair, instead he’s looking at a tall, brown haired man with flecks of grey at the temples and smiling softly at the camera, and he’s well, he’s not not handsome. Tall Martin Freeman is actually quite right. Hello.

He brings the phone closer to examine the photo as he blindly barges into the office building with the large Get Up, Britain sign gaudy and bright above him. 

The man is younger on second glance, although he is wearing a suit jacket with elbow patches (told you, Jamie), and standing a little awkwardly, like he’s not used to photos being taken of him, and it’s entirely likely that he’s more accustomed to being nose deep in a book ninety percent of the time. 

He’s shagged worse. 

S: I was right about the elbow patches

J: I really tried to find one without them too

J: But he sounds nice. Funny. Lily likes him, she talks about him all the time. They were prefects together in school and used to bunk off and smoke behind the bins

One the one hand: prefect. Disgusting. Hall monitors. Pigs-to-be, snooty, law-abiding to the most irritating degree (Lily being the exception, of course). On the other hand: smoking behind the bins is more his style. Speaking of, he’d love one right now-

J: I really think you’d like him. Even just friends. Moving cities is lonely and he sounds alright. He likes Manchester U?

S: Fine, I’m free after 6

S: Don’t yell at me if I shag him, work has been shit.

So that’s how Sirius finds himself, half past six, swearing up a storm and running with his tote bag over his head in the pouring rain, late for his blind date (or something).

He slams into the restaurant door, shaking himself off like a wet dog, his casual Friday jeans and black t-shirt soaking wet, his shoulder length, black hair is dripping around his face, hoping his laptop has survived, and shivering like a chihuahua at a children’s party. 

“Uh, I’m here for uh-” he consults his phone again and reads the name to the maitre d, “Reh-mus?”

“It’s Remus, actually”, comes a soft voice from his left. 

Sirius turns quickly and immediately drenches the man standing at his elbow in droplets of water from his hair and coat. Tall Martin Freeman indeed - he has one of those faces that’s even better in person, where the way he stoops his shoulders and holds himself makes him look soft and welcoming, and the warm lighting gives him that attractive, cozy professor look, rather than an uptight old man.

“Oh”, Sirius grins quickly, hoping his dazzling smile will make up for their flimsy introduction, “Right, Sirius. Are you still waiting for a table-?”

“I er, well, I was about to leave actually”, Remus says, glancing at the maitre d awkwardly, “You’re quite late.”

Sirius’ smile freezes. Well, then. 

“Got caught up at work”, he replies stiffly, brushing his hair back and letting his eyes go cold, “If you’d prefer we don’t-”

“No, no, of course not”, Remus appears to snap back, as if remembering his manners and seeming oddly distracted, “Please, let’s sit. You look like you could use a drink.”

Sirius runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he follows Remus to the table and wonders if that was a slight about him looking like a drowned rat. He notices the man has worn an absolutely hideous brown jumper that wouldn’t be out of place in an aged care home, so he doesn’t really have the right to judge Sirius’ appearance. 

“Wine?” The waiter offers politely. It’s a nice place - James said Lily had picked it because she thought Remus would like it. It is a little stuffy, honestly. Something his parents might have stopped by and deemed adequate, which is to say, the beer is fucking overpriced, Jesus-

“I’ll have the Stout again, please”, Remus answers briskly, nodding at Sirius to order his.

“Uh, yeah, Stout. Cheers”, Sirius adds, dumping his bag beneath the table and trying to surreptitiously dry his hair in the napkin. Remus looks away as if embarrassed by him. Swot.

“So, you know Lily through school?” Sirius starts, unable to keep the boredom completely out of his voice. 

“Yes. I take it you know James through yours”, Remus answers, very politely but also sounding just as bored. 

“Yeah, grew up together”, Sirius nods. 

Remus doesn’t say anything to that, just hums and sips some water. 

It’s fucking awkward. Normally, Sirius would give him an ultimatum - ‘look, do you want to liven it up a bit and turn this into a fun one-night thing? Because otherwise, I’m not feeling it and I’ve got work to do.’

But Lily knows this guy, they have mutual friends, and if this isn’t what makes blind dates the most excruciating, hellish thing on earth, worse than job interviews, worse than-

“I don’t really do blind dates”, Remus says suddenly, and then blinks as if he hadn’t meant to say anything at all.

“Right”, Sirius says, bewildered. 

“I, er, the dating scene. Not really my thing”, he says quietly, still not looking Sirius in the eye, “But I just moved here from Wales and I don’t know anyone, so this doesn’t have to be… anything. Just-”

“Oh- oh yeah. Fine with me”, Sirius finds himself swallowing down a touch of regret, offended really, because he’s not used to someone not immediately being ready to come home with him. “I’m not really looking for anything and blind dates are, well - eugh, you know? Like, thanks, my friends think I can’t get laid on my own or something so they set me up with whoever they think isn’t a serial killer, like any gay dude will do-”

“Yes, well”, Remus says tightly, taking another sip, “I rather thought Lily knew me better than that.”

His tone is rather pointed and Sirius realises he’s let his mouth run. Well… to be fair, the guy is kind of a snob. What was Lily thinking anyway?

“Yeah”, he agrees through his teeth, crossing his arms and legs and sitting back in his chair to wait for his beer. Maybe he can make an excuse after one drink. He can’t be friends with someone who doesn’t have a sense of humour and if this bloke doesn’t want to be a one-night stand, then he’d much rather be home. Alone.

“Is there anything around here you’d recommend?” Remus tries, voice clipped and still sounding slightly offended, “Restaurants? More importantly, ones you don’t recommend?”

“There’s a place that does turkey curry. It’s awful.”

“What? What curry?” The tightness in Remus’ face slips momentarily and he looks genuinely bewildered. He’s actually not a bad looker when he’s not frowning. 

“Turkey. It’s as bad as it sounds. Actually it’s worse, like eating a lamb burrito, it’s just not right. Shittest fucking curry and it’s as bad going in as it is bad going ou-”

“Two Stouts.”

The waiter delivers their beers and they fade off into silence as they drink. 

Remus sips delicately, in a way that’s completely inappropriate for a beer, and says awkwardly, “Yes well, thank you for the tip. I’ll rest easy never knowing what turkey curry tastes like.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you can avoid it then I guess this date wasn’t a waste after all.”

Remus blinks, expression dropping. 

Oh. Oh fuck. Double fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom”, Remus says abruptly and stands. He stalks away quickly and leaves Sirius gnawing at his lip and furious at both himself and this infuriating man who seems to loathe him, minutes after meeting him and who Lily apparently thinks is nice. 

He’s got other shit to be getting on with, he decides. And this bloke probably shags like a limp fish anyway, an Oxford type that thinks poetry is foreplay and once a month sex is scandalously frequent.

He drains his beer and half of Remus’ for good measure, and heads to the bathroom so he can catch Remus on his way out, only to hear his own name hissed furiously. He sees Remus standing out the front of the restaurant, shoulders raised against the cold and holding the phone to his ear. He steps closer and half opens the door to tell him he’s going to head off when he hears the conversation.

“... how did you think someone like Sirius would be good for me? After the hell I’ve had in the last year? Going on a date with someone like him? He showed up thirty minutes late, dressed like he’s going to a bar playing exclusively Metallica, and insulted me immediately. I told you, I don’t mind being alone for a while, especially after the divorce. I certainly don’t want to be shown around London by a rude, arrogant berk who dresses like a teenager and doesn’t seem to have a filter between his brain and his mouth. He probably thinks the bar scene is-oh”

Remus catches sight of him out of the corner of his eye and he spins. They stare at each other for a few excruciation moments, Remus still holding the phone to his ear. 

Sirius breaks the tension with a forced laugh, “Right. I’m definitely going home.”

“Wait, shit, I’ll call you back”, Remus mutters into the phone and hangs up, stepping forward but Sirius pushes past him, temper steadily rising into a roaring bonfire within his chest.

“Sirius, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re absolutely right, I wouldn’t know the first thing about showing a bloke like you around London”, he turns and says loudly so it carries over the sounds of the cars driving by on the busy street, “You’d be more comfortable in a fucking graveyard, honestly. There’s one ten minutes that way-” he turns his back and points over to the left, calling back over his shoulder, “You’ll find someone much more your speed there, Remus.”

Blind date disastrous as expected. 

Remus fucking Lupin, a professor extraordinaire who wouldn’t be able to find his funny bone if it conked him on the fucking head, is not an exception to the blind date rule, even though he’s easy on the eyes at first glance. At second glance, he is a miserable, dried up academic whose own self-importance has completely consumed him despite dressing like his grandfather for Halloween. 

If this is what my friends think of me, I need to sort my fucking shit out. 

I should have asked him to shag before he opened his stupid fucking mouth. 

[zalrb]

PLL 4x01 Review - As Per Anon Request

Eyebrows working for that cheque

"Where did Mona go???" And she's just in the car. No one heard the door open? How loud are your gasps?

Aw, Hanna refusing to leave Mona. For a second I thought that the others were going to pull a Daenerys and leave Hanna and Mona there.

Aria looks ridiculous in this hat.

What season is it? Is it even cold?

"You really were the weakest link but look at how strong I made you." LMAO. Mona be like I DID THAT. ME.

Why does Spencer look particularly tall today.

"Shauna knew Jenna before she moved to Rosewood, I think she's in love with her." WHY? How is Jenna getting so much play? SHE DOESN'T DO ANYTHING.

Her and Noel. Neither of them have any business being so popular.

"Lucas gave Emily that massage. He said you were tense." Why would Lucas go for Emily and not Hanna?

The strategically placed soot on their faces is killing me.

"Oh. Emily, I borrowed your car." *Emily looks at car keys on the table* "Yeah, I have my own set." Oh, Mona is fabulous because girl, that's unhinged.

They're all taller than her. It's hilarious.

Hanna, you slapped a blind girl. Just hit her.

This show is bonkers and should be way better at pacing.

Toby, how dumb can you be.

"To think we were this close to our first kiss." Should've been girlfriends.

Why is Aria still wearing that hat?

"Who's that?" THEY'RE WEARING A MASK, EMILY. Not the weakest link my ass.

Let me see her open a gate.

Random little girls in a park where they'll probably get tetanus with no parents in sight.

"Is it Caleb?" "No, it's Mona." Mmhmm.

If you want boys to look 17, they can't have hair that's too short.

"Yeah, if you don't take into account that she died two years ago" MY GUY, were you not dead too?

Hair might not be here physically but we did get a VERY 90s photo cameo

*sigh* OK

"I haven't thought about you and me as an us for a long time."

Oh yeah, they're so straight.

If she isn't dressing like a divorcee going to Atlantic city, she's dressed like she's badly cosplaying Harley

No one else is in this damn coffee shop? I am so sick of these two jesus christ.

Caleb has been gone for a while. I swear this dude is just GONE and then shows up.

Toby's new nickname is Ostrich because he really does look at Spencer like one.

"I love the way that sounds. You calling yourself my boyfriend." I keep laughing because every time she smiles at him, I'm like, Spencer, you're kind of crazy.

It is hilarious to me that she's the only one so far who has matched Mona's freak.

Like I love how we just gloss over that she kidnapped Ezra's maybe kid just to see Toby. No one is like, that's a little over the line, honey. NOTHING.

Like, these are you can never leave me eyes

I also think it's hilarious that the more unhinged a character acts, the more I like them because what the fuck.

I - fine.

This diva.

"Careful Hanna, when you use words like 'us' and 'we' my mind goes to this place" don't play with that deranged girl's heart, Hanna. Look what happened the last time she thought you were slipping away. She kind of almost nearly killed you.

with THAT look?

Hanna's even doing the fuckboy lip bite. Diabolical.

"Ezra Fitz is going to prison!" Only those words would be said in an imagined sequence.

"Diet Lemon" oh the off brand sodas.

"I had fun today." "No you didn't." "Your kiss already gave you away, Stefan."

*doing my should've been bi dance*

Is PLL just done with the blind jokes now?

"One of Rosewood's high profile police officers." The town barely has any people in it, how high profile can you be. He terrorized teenagers.

Oh, she's a magnificent Maleficent.

"Ali would be so proud of you, Hanna, you really kept the weight off." There wasn't a blind joke but there was a completely out of pocket weight joke, so. You know.

Who is Not Hair with Jenna.

I mean, at this point in the game, go to that pew and yank that woman's veil off.

Officer Holbrook. TVD vampire who set up Bonnie, lol.

I have no words. You already know.

Oh my god, A who is one step ahead of us is ... one step ahead of us. This show got 7 seasons??

[misskattylashes]

Hi guys

Okay, here goes. I am posting this without tags so very few people will see it because I think it the general public saw it, they would call for the men in white coats. But it has been plauging me since that weird post on Monday and I need to get this off my chest.

It's going to be a long post so you might want to grab and cup of tea/coffee and a snack.

But I will begin...

I think Louise and Alex's relationship is an elaborate fuck you!

Okay, to summarise. I think you all know my stance by now. Alex has been publicly closeted since 2007 when AM had their sights set on America and management knew that a lead singer who was in a cute little bromance with his best friend was not going to appeal to the general US market (especially since by then Alex had started to blossom and it was obvious teen girls were going to love him), so we get Alexa... whilst with Alexa we get Humbug, an album full of songs about secrets, double lives and wanting to be with someone else. Of course no one listens to Alex's lyrics. They just see him with the pretty girlfriend.

Next comes Arielle, and for this I will blame Alex. The late SIAS/AM persona was pretty straight acting, and he sold the image well.

Then comes Taylor. They clearly get on very well, but also...well I don't have to go into much detail about EYCTE, you've all seen it.

So it ends with Taylor and we get the shit show we have today. so I thought I would list all the things that make this 'relationship' different to the others

1. Lack of engagement by Alex. With the other girlfriends Alex spent private as well as staged time with them. for AAT (Alexa Arielle and Taylor) we have countless private photos and social media posts that show he did 'fun' things with them (quite often with Miles too). With L there are a couple of 'private' photos from very early on in their relationship, and these are with her friends. Other than that there is no evidence at all that they have spent any time together, other than for public events. This points to him being friends with AAT and not minding hanging out with them. But L being little more than a business arrangement.

2. AAT have all been seen out socially with Alex's parents and his friends. We have nothing of her out socially with his friends or family, apart from Matt and Amanda - and Alex isn't in these photos.

3. Miles. Miles was good friends with AAT and still interacts with them to this day. There has never been any interaction between Miles and L apart from a couple of sarcastic comments by him on IG

4. Music videos. AAT all feature in Alex's music videos, clearly. In the MV for Mirrorball (directed by Alex) we have L's feet and back (making it look like he can't be bothered with her).

So, what makes me think it is a hoax and she is in on it. I am going to list the weird things that have happened, especially since Italy papgate...

a)Italy. How Backgrid works is they are basically the middle men between pap photographers, the celebrities and the press. It is arranged via the celebs for paparazzi photographers to capture them, the via Backgrid, the celebs sell the pictures they want published. So Alex/Louise/PR chose those awful, miserable pictures as a documentation of their relationship. Including Alex not even covering up the tattoo, making it look like he doesn't give a shit about her feelings.

b) 'I don't wanna be hers' at gigs where Louise is at and she has made clear on social media that she is at, which once again makes it look like he doesn't give a shit about her, which begs the question to those who think they're real 'why doesn't he just split with her?'

c)The 38th birthday post. The only photograph it looks like she can find is one that is 5 years old and is dubious in origin (she wasn't in Australia in 2019) - let's not forget Miles' River Mersey comment

d) Tyler's wedding. We get that strangely pointless 6th post. Unusually the first person to comment is Mia Latter saying she misses Lou (when have they ever hung out?) and Louise specifically saying she will be in LA in 10 days time, making it look like she is going to the wedding. When has she ever been so specific before?

Lo and behold the week before the wedding she goes overboard to prove she is in Paris. Then the day before the wedding she posts a story telling the couple she can't go because she is working (?) she could have just told them that in a phonecall. Even if she does have a job, like any person on this planet she had plenty of notice to take a week's leave to go to the wedding. But she wants us to know Alex isn't taking her to the wedding.

She then goes to LA alone and the only person we see her with is Justyna Hammond, despite on social media Amanda and Mia gushing on about how they miss herwhich makes it look like in reality they don't care about her that much

e)The 39th birthday post. You are dating a man who has a beautiful smile and yet you deliberately post a picture where he looks angry, that is two years old. It makes her look ridiculous.

f)The Nest Debacle this week. Louise's posts have to be approved by PR (please note they are always posted around 6pm GMT). Zackery Michael gave her those ridiculous photos. It is clear she is on holiday and not in the same room as him, so Zackery has photoshopped those pictures which makes him in on the debacle (I will maintain even the photo on the 6th post looked doctored). It looks like he is taking the piss out of her.

The text, it reads like something produced from an AI bot and makes no sense and she doesn't even bother to add quotation marks to the Sagan quote which makes it look copied and pasted with little effort.

It is like Louise herself is going further and further to prove their relationship is fake which makes me wonder if it's a giant fuck you on Alex's part with L and the other close circle in on it.

From Alex's point of view he probably signed his life away when he was little more than a child, agreeing to take part in any contractual publicity on behalf of Domino/Wildlife. Fake relationships are included in this. He has spent most of this time shouting into the void - writing sad songs about hiding, being a liar, keeping secrets. He has openly showed his love for Miles ('you know who I love Paris?'), was all over Miles like a rash during EYCTE and yet it gets dismissed as 'just bros fooling around'

What if when it ended with Taylor, he was still contractually obliged to have a beard and they found Louise. She was suitable geographically because he was moving back to London to be near Miles and he needed a European beard.

When you think about it, Louise is a persona. Her friends and family call her Pauline. For all we know Pauline could be an okay person. Imagine you're a struggling singer/actress/model/whatever and you are offered Megabucks, a luxury apartment and travel all over the world to play the horrible girlfriend of a famous rockstar. You would probably accept it. Louise is a monster, no doubt about it. Look at her entrance onto the scene, openly flaunting her relationship with Alex behind Taylor's back (please note that in the real world she would have been silenced, Alex would have done a damage control pap shoot with Taylor to dispel the rumours, him and Taylor would have split and Louise would have been slowly introduced - celebrities always want to protect their reputation).

We have had her arguing and blocking teenagers online. the 'beautiful dick' comment and finally the biggest thing that makes her look like a monster....Miles

The lack of Milex content coincided with Louise. People think Alex doesn't see Miles because Louise doesn't like him (the same Louise Alex barely sees so what does it matter?). At La Cigale, why did she have to be so visible on the stage. Alex running off to her, making it look like she was causing him to abandon Miles for her. Another way of making her look like a monster.

Alex is a grown man, she can't stop him seeing anyone, let alone his best friend. And Miles is also a grown up, I am sure he could endure a night out with Alex and Louise and grin and bear it (how many men out there can't stand their best mate's partner but endures them to keep the peace?). But all in all it paints her as a total controlling monster.

Louise makes herself look like an idiot over and over again and PR do no damage control. Alex is rich and famous enough to, whilst not get out of contracts, but to negotiate, and maybe the negotiation was done that he had a beard but the relationship was so ridiculously staged, it served people right if they fell for it. Alex has tried to tell them over and over again that he was basically being held hostage by fame and noone listened, so why not have the most ridiculous relationship possible, with very little input on his part.

Thank you for reading. I told you the other theory was crazy. But I have needed to get this off my chest.

Extras.....

The Larry Sanders cap - the fictional show within a fictional show

Louise advertising the fact she was staying in a hotel during the London AM gigs when Alex lives 20 mins from the venue.

The couples Polaroid collage and Alex and Louise being left off.

The panties on the piano. What normal person does that.

We just fucked on the mirror - no normal person does that

The after show in NY at the same party, no picture of them together

Not going on the family trip with Louise's family and friends who are in couples

Louise's persona - it is only thanks to pages like I Will Shine Louder and She's All Vintage that we realise before meeting Alex she didn't have the Birkin image. Her past was pretty much erased.

She never posts friends or family (except Jonathan and the occasional thing of her sister). She went on that holiday with her family last year. Never posted once. But she was all over her sister's page.

Copying the clothes, IG posts of Alex's exes. Makes her look like a crazy stalker.

Actually wearing a sky blue Lacoste top (not Alex's) to advertise that she's going to Japan....why does she need to do this (7/3/23)

Alex has disengaged with all promotion for AM. There was very little promotion for The Car. A couple of radio shows, magazine interviews. As far as I am aware nothing at all in the US. Now he does nothing. All AM promotion is down to Matt.

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i did not do my sunday bedtime blogging last week because i? was staying up late scrolling for no reason! i continued to do this all week long! after a week where i successfully met my goal of upping my work but not feeling crazy about it, i got less than 10 hours in and felt low key crazy by friday. many bad habits being indulged! so, primary order of business this week: Don't Do That.

that said, i did manage to finally jot down a plan for my week ahead the way that i have been vaguely wanting to for ages... idk sometimes it takes me a long time from intention to feeling like this is a possible thing i can actually do. but i have what i guess i might call a draft for my week laid out and i feel pretty good looking at it. i'm gonna aim for 25ish hours of work spread across tutoring, prep, & development stuff... i currently have certain vague mental parameters about under which circumstances i'm allowed to work ahead/work more than planned because sometimes when i'm in a work groove i get to feeling like "what if i just do ALL the work at ONCE" and then i burn out in like two days and feel crazy. we'll see! my theoretical average time is like 20ish but i'm behind from the start of the year and also behind on income and we're in the middle of a project... so i think i'm gonna aim for 25 for a while most likely. but also not gonna go crazy if i like have a migraine and lose a day. (i did have a migraine and lose a day this week... i also went into the city to help my mom get home from a doctor's appointment and wound up doing that twice because i got confused about the day lmao.

i got like 80k steps which was nice because i'm also behind on my 365k steps for the year goal because of the two weeks i spent sick/Being Very Cautious. i worked out three times because my first leg day in two weeks destroyed me and then today, the first day i could have done it again physically, the timing didn't work out, but the two upper body days felt good. on friday i spent all day making terrible choices about how to spend my time and wound myself up into a horrible little ball but i had to go to my friend's birthday party and i knew i would feel horrible if i bailed so i got it together and forced myself to walk the 20 minutes to the bar and then when i got there i saw the party and thought oh, my friends are here, and was happy to have come; later, after a giant jenga game i did not play but watched a little bit amazed at how long it kept going, m. and i stood a little stoned quoting lines of wild geese back at each other. she told me she's been sleeping with her phone outside her room which i always know i should do and never actually do but i did that night because i took the conversation as a sign. on saturday i wandered the met for a newer friend's birthday (museum birthday... what a great concept) and remembered how much i always like going to museums even though i am an art idiot whose inner commentary in such places mostly consists of such riveting thoughts as i love a tiny pattern and it's so crazy when paintings look like they have light. this is truly the art thing that reliably excites me most: when it looks like there's light in there but it's just oil paint. to me that is like witchcraft. the met has an exhibit of some guy named caspar david friedrich that i'd never heard of and he was so good at this! even in a terrible iphone photo of this painting ruins at oybin that i couldn't get a good angle of because it was too crowded i feel like you can get a glimpse of it but in the room i swear it looked like it was glowing, my brain couldn't process it as just paint:

last week i watched hedwig and the angry inch for the first time and couldn't believe i'd fucked up by not watching it young enough to make it my whole personality in high school, borrowed a book i'm excited about from a friend at our favorite bar, & hopped along with a friend who had a spare ticket to a play that was only okay but contained one of the best performances i've ever seen on stage (it was a two-hander and unfortunately the other guy was pretty bad... awkward!). today i finished two books. i love art and being a person! :) ok time for bedtime book (i have been rereading "fallow," the novella near the end of sofia samatar's tender, about a mennonite sect that fled earth generations ago, which has the exact tone i want in a bedtime book and also is one of the greatest things i've ever read) ilu all :*

[breadandblankets]

CivE Duke - inspired by this post by mysterycitrus

This was one of Duke's favorite parts of his job. Not that one, the other one, the civilian one.

"Duke Thomas," his mother had told him when he got his engineer's seal crimp in the mail. "Is every bit Gotham's hero as much as The Signal is."

Every other week it seemed he donned his steel toed boots, hard hat, and high vis and went to look at the bones of some old building.

Most days were sat at his desk in a nice comfy high rise in Old Gotham, eyes glued to the searing white of some ancient as-builts on his screen. (As-builts, especially in Gotham, were more of a suggestion than a rule, his team had started calling them "Maybe-builts" and it fit more than he'd like.)

Gotham, in Duke's experience, had good bones for the most part. Even caked in years and years of grime, asbestos, and mob snitches, there was beauty in pulling away the facade to look at all that union-made bessemer steel.

Today on the chopping block was a Park Row mid-rise, slated for either refurbishment or demolition, all depending on Duke's word.

It wasn't anything even close to the rush of saving a life, but there is a light feeling he gets, knowing that some old structure can be reused.

Duke knows its a little silly to get sad when something old is beyond saving, especially when he signs over it's death.

"It's like a forest fire," his dad had told him once, after he watched his first controlled demolition. "You gotta burn out the dead things so new things can live."

This building though, Duke has a good feeling about it. Or at least that is what he tells his trainee, Ines, while he scans the building with his X-ray vision.

Ines Borja is a bright kid fresh from the hell that is Gotham U's CivE program, she's not a Gotham native but while living here she fell in love with the city (and it's cost of living). According to her, New York isn't much worse, Gotham's just weirder.

Weird is, unfortunately, Duke's bread and butter. They pick through delapidated rooms with crumbling sheet rock with mostly intact concrete encased steel. He spots some areas with crumbling concrete that he points out to Ines, who dutifully takes photos.

"Those are areas we'll need to test for water penetration and corrosion," Duke explains.

He's explaining other testing that will need to be done, radar of the foundation, metallurgical testing, etc, when they hear yelling outside.

For a moment Duke ignores it, but the hard walls carry echos of what's being said.

"I'm not going to ask again, your money asshole!"

The flat thud of a notebook hitting the ground is the last thing Ines hears as Duke takes off like a shot.

His site walk boots are heavy, much much heavier than his Signal boots. They're for protection and insulation from the hard concrete he has to stand on all day. They're so not meant for running, he thinks as he barrels out of the survey site and around the corner.

There are two figures in the alley when he stomps into the scene, slipping his hard hat off. The mugger is on the younger end, thats about all the analysis Duke gets to do before he sees the gun.

It's nice sometimes, Duke things, as he spins like a discus thrower, to fight normal city problems. He's liable to get bogged down in big world ending shit that sometimes its just nice to save a mugging victim.

The reinforced plastic leaves his fingers in a rush, aimed straight and true, slamming into the gun in the mugger's right hand.

Both the mugger and muggee have a moment of shock before Duke slams into the first guy like a freight train, knocking him out of the confrontation and onto the ground.

"I'd advise you sit down for a moment," Duke says to the would-be mugger, flatly. He turns to the shaking older man.

"Sir are you alright," he asks politely.

"I am now," the older man, well dressed but not wealthy in the way that Duke knows people in the town are. "Thank you very much."

"Alright then," Duke says calmly, he fishes in his pockets for one of the many business cards he always keeps on himself. It's for a therapist, and a good one in Duke's opinion. A profession in too short supply in Gotham. "Might be best if you get on with your day, I'll stay with this young gentleman here."

The older man is clearly a true Gothamite, because he doesn't protest, just moves along. Probably not even the most traumatic thing the guy's witnessed in the last year.

Duke turns to young man on the ground, who hasn't moved a muscle from where Duke put him just a second ago.

"Hey man I don't want any trouble."

Ines chooses this moment to catch up, her skin flushed and she's panting, She is still carrying all the gear with her, which no doubt slowed her down.

"Bit late for that yeah?" Duke questions with a raise of his brow, he motions with his chin in the direction of the gun. It's a couple yards off, resting comfortably with his hard hat. "What's your name?"

"David sir, i-its not even loaded, just to scare people a bit," all comes out in a rush, the young man, David, is clearly terrified.

"Hey, I know, it's hard out here," Duke placates. Out of one of the seemingly endless pockets on his work pants he pulls out his wallet. Out comes two more cards and a couple of bills. "Listen, here's fifty bucks, go get yourself something to eat."

"I-"

"Hold on, I'm not done," Duke says. "This is the information for Leslie's clinic down the street, she can help you with a lot, or just point you towards someone who can. If you need anything else this is the Wayne Ent outreach office, the director there is Elaine, tell her Duke sent you."

"You- you're not going to call the cops?" David asks, bewildered.

"And have them do what? You're robbing a man for twenty dollars with a gun that has no bullets," Duke observes. "You clearly don't need jail time you need a hand."

As if to illustrate his point, Duke reaches out to help him up. David hesitates for a split second, before accepting the offered hand.

"Seriously thought," Duke continues. "Leslie and m-Elaine helped me though some of the worst times of my life okay, reach out to them, they can help, you're not in this alone."

David looked like he was about to cry.

"Thank you man, just thank you."

"Just looking out for my fellow man," Duke replies. "Now get going I got work."

David laughs a little at that before shuffling awkwardly by Ines. Duke turns to look at her.

"You are like, officially the coolest boss I've ever had," she tells him seriously.

"No way, didn't your last boss bow hunt wild boar?"

"Yeah but that's jack all compared to my Apparently incredibly based current boss."

Duke chuckles: "You don't even know about my teenage years."

"What, you were doing child anti-cop anarco-communist action?"

"More or less."

"Based as fuck," she says, amazed.

Duke just shrugs.

"My mom always said: never accept the world as it is, make it better. And so I do, so i will."

Duke turns a little, to look back at the mid-rise that will have new life breathed into it sooner or later.

So I will.

[yoursweetwife]

Hey hope u doin good🙏 So I came up w an os idea (When i was supposed to study physics). So like imagine Xiao has a little polaroid pic of the reader in the corner of his mirror and like they're goin to a party or date and he like practices convos while lookin at the pic or at himself like "Hey Y/n, lookin good tonight- no that doesn't sound like me". He be fixin his hair and tryin again

"Hey Y/n you look really pretty tonight"

And imagine like Scara is his step bro and catches him during his self conversations with his mirror and imitates our voice so dramatically to mock or tease him

"Oh Xiaooiii~ thank you~ you look so handsome yourself mwuah mwuah kiss mee~"

Xiao would get embarassed but angry and be like

"Get out of my room"

I'm disappointed in this scenario, I hope you like it honey! I'm doing great, I hope you are too :)

Synopsis: Xiao is just getting ready to meet you, but his brother decided to stop him.

Warning: female reader, swearing, insults (not towards the reader), Scarа annoying stepbrother. bad english!!

Xiao hates parties, but if accepting Venti's invitation means meeting you, he's fine with it. More precisely, he is ABSOLUTELY for this idea. He had to go through almost all of his clothes to find something that was durable, stylish, but at the same time moderate.

Even after he found the perfect outfit, combed his hair, and brushed his teeth, the nagging fear in the back of his mind made Xiao pace nervously around the room. Although he was portrayed as a playboy, a handsome guy who broke girls' hearts, those who really knew him knew that Xiao sucked at romance. Everyone knows, especially Scaramuccia, who does not stop his ridicule even at night.

Xiao looked at the mirror, in the middle of which hung your photo. He leaned one hand on the wall next to the mirror and began to “practice” with the most confident voice.

“Hey [name], how are you... no. Hey baby, you look damn good today! Idiot, this is too much, you’re not even dating.” Xiao covered his face with his hands and almost screamed, but quickly stopped. I should have sought advice from Lumine, not Hu Tao.”

He remembered with annoyance this girl who was busy with coffins, and why he thought that she would help him with her advice.

“I need to show [name] that I’m glad to see her.”

After that, he put his hands in his pockets and smiled.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming to this party too, do you want to go outside? Too fast". He coughed into his hand and grinned, "I'd like to find a quieter place so we can talk more... uh... friendly?"

“Of course, honey, I will be very happy!”

A high-pitched, affected voice reached Xiao's ears: “[Name]?”

“Of course, silly!”

"Scaramouche!?"

He turned his head and stared in shock at the intruder.

“Why the hell did you come here?”

Scaramouche pouted and leaned against the wall.

“My home is where I want it to be, that’s where I go. Keep going, you're going to screw up anyway."

"Just get out of my room!"

«Darling, don’t drive me away!”

Scaramouche stepped closer, forcing Xiao to move away, looking at his brother with disgust:

“Let me kiss you!!”

“Go to hell! [Name] doesn’t have a voice like that.”

“Who cares, all the girls have it squeaky, like a rat’s – AH!”

“You are a rat yourself, a goat!”

“Decide who I am, a rat or a goat, a fool in love.”

Scaramouche held Xiao’s hands, not allowing himself to be pushed: “It’s because of the girl that you have become so flabby.”

“flabby?!”

“ONLY NOT IN THE HEAD!”

Xiao slammed the door in Scara's face and groaned in frustration.

I just lost time because of you. Silence greeted him outside the door. Xiao squinted and began to listen. Usually he kept breaking down the door.

“I agree, it’s almost seven.”

"What!"

His eyes found a photo of you smiling, holding the bouquet of flowers he gave you that day. Xiao can only hope that he doesn't screw up today.

[svtminji]

11:00 PM - yjh

pairing. mizuki & jeonghan ❪ jeonghan x oc ❫ word count. 0.7k warnings. jeonghan’s short hair </3, just pure fluff tbh an. meant to write this as soon as i saw the photos he posted, but i was going thru major editing crisis on this account. after finally writing all of the relationships for svt, i think it’s fair to write at least ONE fic. taglist. @seokiys

it was always a quiet environment in the doi-yoon household. the slight sound of the tv could be heard from the outside but no one bothered to complain since the owner wasn’t home most of the time. if anything, the noise gave the neighbors some comfort that she was doing fine.

“damn, he must be in some sort of traffic.. there’s no way he would purposely delay our movie night?” mizuki muttered to herself, trying to put the horrendous thoughts about his whereabouts away. she laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, he wouldn’t do anything weird right? on que of thinking about the devil, he sent a text message.

11:00 hannie 🙄: i’m omw back home 11:00 mizu 💁: alright, can you bring in the package outside the door? i’m already in bed :P 11:01 hannie 🙄: fine, but you better have the show we were watching earlier ready 11:01 mizu 💁: okk _(:3 」∠)_

what was so busy he had to get home around eleven? mizuki didn’t want to read into it too much and instead headed towards the living room. she looked at the mess and decided to do some late minute cleaning. when the living room decent for once, the kitchen was begging to be cleaned as well. though as soon as mizuki went into the kitchen, she heard the familiar locks being unlocked. she looked at her phone and saw 11:05 staring right at her. he’s finally home and that’s what currently mattered.

“i’m home! and i have your package right here,” jeonghan announced to the busy mizuki, “sorry for coming home so late. i had a talk with the stylist about something.”

jeonghan saw her current state and smiled, always the busy person. he removed his shoes and made his way to the kitchen, not forgetting to place the package on the table. he leaned in and gave her a kiss. mizuki returned it and when focusing her sight on the dishes, she found herself shocked. she quickly turned off the tap water and dried her hands.

“what is this,” mizuki told him while reaching to touch his hair, “since when did you-”

“today. that’s why i came home so late,” he responded and took her hands from his hair and put them close to his chest, “to be fair, i thought you would’ve been in bed right now and wanted to surprise you in the morning. though you’re clearly standing in-front of me and not in bed.”

mizuki scoffed, “either way i would’ve had the same reaction. why didn’t you at least tell me where you were? i was worried, like so worried to the point of calling the guys.”

“but i’m home now. and i bet that’s more important for you right now.” he couldn’t help but slip a sly grin at her reaction.

“i mean- yeah. you’re right. sometimes i hate how you know me so well.”

“come on, let’s go to bed. i’m sure you have no energy while waiting for me.” jeonghan started to convince her while pulling her towards the bedroom.

“noooo! i’m not tired. i am very much awak-” she was eventually cut off by a yawn, to which jeonghan gave her a look of ‘i told you so’, “fine. but can we at least watch the show in the bedroom? i didn’t know if you wanted to watch it in the living room or the bedroom.” mizuki removed herself from his grasp to speed-walk towards the light switch. once it was turned off, she ran towards him.

“do you think i beat the ghost?”

“i’m sure you did. let’s get to bed now. bet you wasted your energy on all that running.”

“um, no? i am very pumped up right now.”

jeonghan closed the door behind them as they settled into their bed watching some random english show.

after a few hours passed and jeonghan’s weverse posts, mizuki turned off the tv. she settled herself into the embrace of jeonghan. being in each other’s hold was always peaceful for them.

“i still prefer your long hair.”

jeonghan couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. “i’m sure you do. goodnight, love you.”

“love you too, and your short hair too.”

i don’t know how to properly write jeonghan atm, but i will learn to do so someday 🫡. svtminji est. 2023

[badasmuse]

“Neighbors Know My Name”

Kim Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, oral f!recieving, secret sex?

Summary: your boyfriend comes over every night and you guys gave sex almost every time. living in an apartment, what could go wrong?

Listen to this here

living in an apartment building was fun. your neighbors were great. they always invited you to a cookout or gathering. maintenance and management were angels. you’ve never met anyone better.

you were a very private person. sure you were friendly with your neighbors but you don’t go out of your way to tell them your business. with that being said, they don’t know about your boyfriend.. or so you thought.

he works from seven am to seven pm and you work four pm to midnight so he usually meets you at your apartment around one am. just like now.

“hey baby.” he says, picking you up.

“i missed you so much.” you whisper. your lips immediately find his neck as he kicks the door shut gently.

soon enough you’re in your bedroom in your bed with him deep inside you.

“seungmin… seungmin please.” you whine loudly. he holds you down hitting your spot each time.

“like that?” he whispers.

“yes yes oh god.” you moan. your climax comes fast and you scream his name loudly. he pulls out, cumming on your stomach.

morning rolls around and of course seungmin is gone. you sigh, getting up to get in the shower when someone knocks at the door. you hurry to it and you see your next door neighbor. the one who’s bedroom is next to yours.

“hey penny what’s up?” you say hoarsely.

“hey.. you okay?” she asks.

“i’m good. just sleeping in front of that fan. got me hoarse.” you say with a sniffle.

“mhm.. so i just had a question.” you nod waiting for her to continue. “who’s seungmin?”

in your head, you freak out. *how the fuck does she know about seungmin???* but on the outside, “who?”

“don’t ‘who?’ me. our bedrooms are on the same wall. i hear everything and all i heard was ‘seungmin. seungmin please.’ so, who’s seungmin?”

“penny you’re insane.” you giggle, “i don’t know a seungmin. i have to shower i have errands to run before i go to work. have a good day penpal.” you say, waving and closing the door.

you sigh, heading to the shower. you wash the stickiness of your cum off your thighs, thinking about how this is the last time you’ll see seungmin for about a week and a half. “stupid business trips.” you mumble, standing right under the water.

eventually you get out and get ready for the day. you hit up a few stores buying toilet paper, fruit, a new blender, some tampons, and a plan b. you went more than one round and seungmin didn’t pull out the last time. men.

you spend your days texting seungmin. sending him naughty photos and dirty messages. wanting him all riled up so when he comes over again he’ll pound into you until you can’t breathe, speak, or walk.

“hey y/n. your boyfriend comes home today doesn’t he?” a voice says. it’s your best friend, yeji. of course she knows about your boyfriend.

“yeah he does. i can’t wait. the week and a half of pictures and texts aren’t cutting it. i need his hands on my body.” you sigh.

“girl soon enough.” she looks at the clock. “oh it’s only six… welp, you have about seven hours.”

“and imma fuck him all day. from the moment he walks in to the moment before he has to leave.”

“eww.” yeji scrunches her face, “i want a nephew from you. it’s been three years, i’m ready to be an auntie.”

“girl shut up.” you roll your eyes, walking to the register to take the next customer. “i can help you!”

the day drags on slowly, and finally it reaches eleven pm. you lock the door to the bakery and sigh. “okay clean up and i can be home soon.” you say giddily.

*

“bye y/n! have fun and please, at least a niece.” yeji laughs.

you throw your keys at her. “girl fuck you.” you laugh, catching your keys when she picks them up and tosses them back.

you drive home happily, ready to see your precious boyfriend. you shower, scrubbing and shaving every inch of your body again, just in case you missed anything earlier, before moisturizing and putting on his favorite perfume of yours. you dressed in shorts and his button up that he left and wait for him. “ten minutes.” you whisper, watching the clock.

one hits and you rush to your living room and stand by the door. waiting for the knock. the knock that comes thirty minutes later than scheduled.

“fucking finally. i thought you weren’t coming.” you whine after opening the door.

“i’m sorry baby. your neighbor was walking around outside.” seungmin sighs. he picks you up and brings you right to your room. “you smell so good. you used that perfume i like didn’t you?”

“of course i did.” you whisper, clawing at his shirt. “take it off.. now.”

he obeys, not up to argue with you. quickly stripping out of his clothes and taking yours off. he lays you down on your bed before turning you onto your stomach. “did you miss me?” he asks.

“so much..” you whimper. “please.” you beg.

“please what? you know i need you to use your words.” he says, lifting you onto your knees.

“please eat me out t-then fuck me till i can’t walk.” you beg, your hands grip the sheets tightly.

he chuckles before leaning down and sucking on your clit. he moans at your taste, messily eating you out.

“oh seungmin. oh fuck yes seungmin!” your moans fill the room as he sucks on your clit harder, almost as if he’s trying to leave a hickey on your cunt.

he laps at your juices as your legs start to tremble. “c-cumming… minnie i’m cumming!” you scream before cumming on his face.

“attagirl. you always cum so fast from my tongue.” he says, lining his dick up with your hole. “are you ready?”

“always ready for you min… please fuck me..” you beg. you grab a pillow, remembering your last conversation with your neighbor penny. as soon as he enters you you bite down on the pillow, muffling the loud moan that escapes you. “oh my god.” you whine into the pillow softly.

“shit i forgot how good you feel.” he groans. he lifts his foot onto the bed, giving him leverage, before pounding into you ruthlessly.

“oh god seungmin!” you moan out. you grip the sheets as he slams into you. “seungmin!” his name falls from your lips like rain from a cloud. the pillow long forgotten now.

“that’s it baby say my name. let me know how much you m-missed me.” he stutters when you clench around him.

“fuck seungmin missed you so much- don’t stop please don’t stop. i’m s-so close. don’t stop seungmin!” you cry out. the tears start to fall and he pulls you up so your back is against his chest. his hand wraps around your throat and he squeezes gently.

“such a good slut for me… taking me s-so fucking good. fuck i’m gonna cum.” seungmin grunts, his fingers trailing down to your swollen clit.

“please fill me. oh fuck seungmin fill me up.” you cry out. your hands grip the one he has around your throat and the one rubbing your clit. “d-don’t… oh seungmin!” you squeal loudly before cumming on his dick immediately.

“fuck..” he groans before filling you just like you asked.

“can you go another round?” seungmin asks, laying you on your back.

“of course i can.” you giggle pulling him back down.

three hours, two locations, and four positions later, you’re finally finished. you both take a shower and a quick nap before it’s time for him to go. you walk him to the door a sad look on your face. “i hope you got sleep before you came here. you work soon.” you say, kissing him.

“mmm i did.” seungmin whispers against your lips. “i’ll see you tomorrow. don’t look so sad.” he says booping your nose, making you giggle.

seungmin opens the door and jumps at the sight of your neighbor penny with her hand raised getting ready to knock at the door.

“oh! so you’re seungmin!” she giggles and you sigh, mumbling under your breath.

“can’t have shit.”

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a/n: man this been in my drafts for like a month and a half lmfdo

[fayrinferno]

The (printed) collection

From time to time I get a question like, "do you have this or that book?" So, a few weeks back, I finally took them all out of their hiding place and grabbed some photos. Wish I had used my camera instead of phone, I had to stand on a chair to get it all and yeah, the picture is not the sharpest.

Anyway, I have some other stuff, figures and such, although I admittedly DO focus more on books as an artist/writer/translator. These books are the ones I translate from so I wasn't going for mint conditions, although a few of them are. You can see some of them still packed in the store bags. I included the CDs cause... well, they were next to the books and they do have some printed material as well.

The Shiren Suiki book gets a separate photo cause after taking the photos at home I realized I had left it at work when I scanned it... practically crying as I did cause it was barely opened when I bought it and it's a beautiful book. My Anvils are also very fragile.

I may do a complete list one day but for now, here are the quick descriptions.

ARTBOOKS & FANBOOKS I have pretty much all of the major official books I think, missing maybe 1-2 pieces. The one that may look less familiar is Hiroshi Osaka's personal artbook. I also have four of the relevant Nobuteru Yuuki artbooks. The bottom right one with the orange title is the issue of Newtype Magazine with a feature about Esca.

SMALLER BOOKS (let's pretend that's a category) Here I got all the novels (they are out of their sleeves cause I was working on them), all the filmbooks, Secrets of Escaflowne, Escaflowne Bible, and the Energist Memories manga/doujin collection.

DOUJINSHI I was mostly going for stuff I haven't seen online so I only got a handful. Besides the Shiren Suiki book, there are three Minato Tajima doujins (one of them is racy heh but I'm not hiding that I have it). One of the other doujins may look unfamiliar; it's a compilation book that includes other series (the character on the cover is from DN Angel). People who talk to me on Discord probably recognize the Nanoka doujinshi cover.

CDs AND THE LIKE I don't have all the soundtracks for some reason, probably cause I thought the missing ones wouldn't be hard to get. The PSX game is the special edition with the tarot cards. The LDs that I literally bought just for the covers and inlays. I also have all the audio dramas, some CDs with extras... and a phone card that was for some reason packed in a CD case lol (kidding, it's precious that they would give it that kind of protection). Oh, and there are two movie posters which I guess don't fall under either category.

I have some other stuff that is kinda related to Esca "by association" such as by artist or things that "looked similar" but I didn't include them. Also the figures. I may update this post with those but this is the brunt of it. I will be posting some goodies from these soon!

Same goes for the ongoing translations that I've been doing updates on in this post. Life is too short to delay them for months and years because of perfectionism, or rather, being self conscious about one's imperfect language skills. I am thankful to everyone who has helped me so far, proofreading my translations (coverteyes, pikafwance, sevenstars, and radical-rad1986)... I'm not tagging you guys but know that I'm VERY grateful, also to the other people who are helping me with other projects). I always had fun working together with you but it's no longer sustainable and I likely bit off more than I can chew. So I will get myself out of the way. There are two books that are almost complete as of today so I will just probably go chapter by chapter. I hope to be done with this asap but also December is a busy month for me so I'm not sure how smoothly it will go. Let's hope it does.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 13

In this final part we rap up the Chopra's for this rotation.

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets Mercedes has a speech delay and may get words wrong, correct wording will be in brackets if that is the case Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

At the Rec centre Cassandra sets herself up to stream her guitar practice and hopes some locals may tip her some coins. Rahul meanwhile focuses on getting Viola talking. I would say, easier said than done but the whole point is it’s not easily said.

Rahul: Let’s do words. I know you know some, can you tell me?

Viola: Papa… Mama… lo ee (Love me)

Rahul: Lo ee isn’t quite a word but good job trying. How about we try one together? Me and you? Say after me, me…

Viola: Dee *twirls braids*

Rahul: Me…

Viola: Gre *dances in place*

Rahul: You…

Viola: Poo *flaps arms*

Rahul: Poo is a word! Not the one we were trying but I’ll take it. Poo is what you do in the potty

Viola: Papa?

Rahul: Yes green bean

Viola: I no no (I don’t need words)

Rahul: You don’t want to practice words right now?

Viola shakes her head to hammer home the point.

Rahul: What do you want to do then Viola

Viola: *hums* papa pa mi ah ah (Papa play with me, up up) *waves arms*

Rahul: Alright, you win. We’ll play for now

Viola jumps up and down in delight making joyous noises. Over the other side of the garden Cassandra has amassed a small crowd of sims but smiles to see Viola happy.

Rahul: Play time, up we go

Viola: Ah… up up

Rahul: Hey you got it green bean. Hold on tight, we’re going to fly

Viola giggles and shrieks as Rahul spins her around every which way. It can’t last forever though as the twins are due home soon.

Age up day means new photo time! Even if it is cloudy. One picture in everyday and one in hot weather as it’s getting quite hot and muggy. Unfortunately, we discover Viola hates being carried so she’s very glad when it’s over. Cassandra is desperate for the bathroom so heads inside while Rahul introduces the girls to bikes.

Rahul: They’ll allow you to see how beautiful all of Henford is. Now do you need help, I can help teach you

Mercedes: No papa, I got it

Savannah: Maybe… My motor skill…

Rahul: How about I give you some guidance and you can send me off whenever you like honeybee

Savannah nods happily and Rahul carries her down the steps to her bike. Mercedes is already tying to move around, helpfully wearing the ladybug helmet as the twins hair matches even more with helmets on. One particularly enthusiastic movement send her head into the handlebars though and she rubs her sore eye.

On the deck Viola is doing her best to stack blocks. There’s still the temptation to just put them in her mouth and chew. Inside Cassandra decides to take a pregnancy test since she’s had to pee more than normal today. What do you know, it’s positive! Next pregnancy has begun (and will have to be paused between households). Cassandra is delighted but she still feels sicker than she usually does when pregnant (probably all the mods).

Rahul is trying his best to provide guidance but the girls are still getting used to the bikes, walking on them in tippy toes on the front walkway and around the gates.

Snuggles: *clucks* what are you doing

Seven: *bleats* investigating. What are those things

Snuggles: *clucks* who cares? Just stay away from them or we’ll end up 2D

Cassandra comes outside and walking gingerly down the steps calls Rahul over while the kids are busy.

Rahul: Hey, you okay my darling

Cassandra: I’m not great but I am happy. Big guy… we’re pregnant again

Rahul: We are? Oh that’s amazing

Cassandra: I can’t promise it’ll be a boy

Rahul: I know from my biology degree, that y chromosome is down to me. Come here my darling. Boy or girl, I love them already

Cassandra: I just feel a bit groggy with it all. And I don’t know how the girls will react

Rahul: The twins are older now, they might be more understanding. And I’m sure Viola will love a playmate eventually

Cassandra: You get Viola in and I’ll talk to the girls

Rahul: As you wish my darling

Cassandra moves over to the danger zone that’s full of wobbling bikes and calls for Mercedes to come see her, she is the more sensitive of the two.

Cassandra: Little ladybug, you know how me and papa had Viola

Mercedes: *smiles* You’re sending her back?

Cassandra: No. We’re actually having another one. You’ll be a big sister again

Mercedes pouts in annoyance so Cassandra sweeps her into a hug.

Cassandra: Listen to me. No matter how many kids me and papa have, we will always, always, love you. Do you understand little ladybug?

Eventually Mercedes stops squirming and hugs her back tightly. She whispers that she loves her mama and Cassandra relaxes.

Savannah: What are we hugging about

Mercedes: Bad news! Another baby is coming

Savannah: I don’t know, another one could be good. It could keep Viola busy so we don’t have to talk to her. Are you and papa really having a baby mama

Cassandra: Really really. Are you okay with it Honeybee

Savannah: Sure. I can always just ignore it

Rahul: Do you understand green bean? Mama is making a baby so you’ll have a younger sibling

Viola: Mama av ab? I no ab (Mama is having a baby? I don’t know what a baby is)

Rahul: They’ll be small but they’ll get bigger then you can play with them

At this explanation Violas eyes light up. She may not understand what a baby is but something to play with sounds like fun. Her older sisters never seem to want to play with her.

Cassandra: Applesauce. Eat up Viola, you need to grow big and healthy

Savannah: Can I name the baby

Mercedes: No fair, I want to name the baby

Savannah: But I'm oldest

Cassandra: Me and papa have to talk about it first but I guess we can talk about it together afterwards

Rahul pulls a face at this idea but doesn’t let the girls see, he doubts they'll offer any ides beyond Twerp or Nincompoop.

After dinner Cassandra plays some My Sims Racing with the twins. Savannah being a geek is only to happy to “work” on her fine motor skills by playing.

Mercedes: Be quiet Viola, I’m focus (concentrating)

Viola keeps banging away at the xylophone, giggling and laughing despite her sisters protests. It’s a tight game with no clear winner but the twins are happy they get to spend time with their mama.

Cassandra: Good game my darlings, bedtime now

Savannah: Viola’s not going to bed

Cassandra: Your papa will get her now come on, we can start the new book

Mercedes: YES

The girls get in their pyjamas and climb into bed. Cassandra begins to read but they’re both asleep before the first chapter ends. Smiling she tucks Mercedes in and reaches up to stroke down Savannah’s hair.

Walking into the nursery Cassandra finds a sleepwear wearing Viola clinging to Rahul’s leg while he does his best to encourage her to let go.

Cassandra: Are we not asleep yet

Rahul: She seemed to be waiting for you

Viola detaches herself from Rahul’s leg and toddles up to Cassandra, hugging her leg tight in the same way she was holding onto Rahul.

Cassandra: Oh hey, I love you *kisses forehead* Shall we have a story green bean

Viola nods happily, climbs onto bed and tucks herself under the covers. While Rahul works on cleaning up her latest potty accident Cassandra reads to Viola. Cassandra isn’t sure how much Viola understands but she seems to enjoy it right up until she falls asleep.

With that we’ve reached the end of the Chopra household for this rotation. Next time we’ll get to visit the obstetrician and find out if Cassandra has just one baby on board this time.

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