#i feel like im on a verge of being completely insane about them i just need a lil push maybe

[majoris]

hi hello anyone in the mood to be unhinged about Rebecca&Ted ?

[mrsmiagreer]

EA SPOILERS

BRACHIUM 🥺🥺🥺🥺

IS HE OKAY?????

Ik he’s so tired :(

“I am a failure” No baby no

“But i know you hear me”

This is literally so sad i’m crumpling

IS HE CRYING

“Please Mother, Please Release Me” BAWLING

IS HE BEING FREED?!

HE WILL NOT FAIL ‼️‼️‼️‼️👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

This is crazy cinematic

SUNSHINE IS SAVED

WHY IS AARONS VOICE SO DEEP😭😭😭

I literally almost didn’t know who he was

Oh Smartass is here too

Awe brother hug moment

YAYYYYYYY SUNSHINE IS SAFE

“I’m so sorry” 🥺

All I can imagine is Elliott and that damn comfort beanie that we all imagine he has on💀

BRACHIUM AND AARON MEET ?!

WHY IS AARONS VOICE SO DEEP OMG😭😭

It’s throwing me off like crazy who tf is that?! ERIN???

BLAKE MENTION BLAKE MENTION

I know what he did is bad but DADDY I LOVE HIM

Is he gonna die ☹️

“you? specifically?” LMAOO WHY DOESNT AARON BELIEVE HIM?!

I’m sorry but his story is so long :\

“Good. Give them back their fucking lives”😭

AARON CALM DOWN

Memory modification 😲

“I just got my brother back”

So he’s gonna change the circumstances of their memories not wipe them completely

Okay aaron and brachium going back and forth like this —

Omg aaron is literally gonna sit here and convince them that their trauma is worth keeping😭

I get it’s the right thing to do morally but like wtf if i wanna forget i will. if i don’t wanna have nightmares and have to go to therapy from being kidnapped and tortured for days then i will

IS THIS A VOTE ?!

Elliott’s voice is so cute and innocent

“PARTNER IS AN OVERSTATEMENT” LMFAO WHAT

YOURE TELLING ME THEYRE NOT EVEN DATING

“You want my body, you want my cooperation, then you let me have this. you let me have them”

I’m obsessed with Blake omg

“We will try this” YES YES YES OMG NEW BLAKE AND BESTIE CONTENT

“Hey!” OMG

IM LITERALLY FREAKING OUT

HE IS SO CUTE AND NERVOUS ABOUT TALKING TO THEM FUCK

He’s like sweating and almost crying omgggg

YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH IM GOING CRAZY

“We agreed to never talk about because you said if we did that you couldn’t have me in your life if that was something we talked about”

OMG HIM BEING A SEER

THIS LORE IS CRAZY

SO THEY DO KNOW HE’S A SEER

his stuttering 🥹🫶🏽

“I have to say this and i need you to listen to me when i say it…okay?”

“NO‼️” OMG IT SCARED THE FUCK OUTTA ME

He’s yelling at me guys i’m scared he’s yelling

THAT NIGHT OMG

MORE LORE THE LORE DUMP IS CRAZY

His aggression is halfway turning me on and halfway scaring me

Omg i’m about to start crying

i feel his pain so much

“I never stopped loving you” UGHH BLAKE

“You’re gonna die !”

OMG IM SCARED

He sounds on the verge of a psychotic break. Not even the verge. Just the psychotic break

“I know how crazy this sounds, I know how crazy I look”

Babes….its bad. Real bad

“Don’t speak THROUGH me” OMG THIS IS TERRIFYING

OMG WOW THIS IS INSANE THEYRE JUST SHOWING ALL OF HIS PAST TO THEM LIKE A DAMN TV SERIES

this is crazy

“That’s why I did everything”

Blake i’m so in love with you

If they kill Bestie anyway i’m literally gonna cry

The silence in between his sentences are so deafening

OMG THEYRE KISSING YES YES YES YES YES

WHAT DID THEY JUST SAY?!

“you can keep this deluded pet”

WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME LMAOOO

OMG YESSSS BLAKE GETS TO KEEP BESTIE

IM LITERALLY SHAKING‼️‼️‼️‼️

The fuck Aaron just grew up like another 10 years?!

“You tell him baby” ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

If i was smartass at this table id literally say “ewwwwww they’re kissing !”

WAIT WAS ALL OF THAT TO SHOW THAT BRACHIUM WENT THROUGH WITH THE MODIFICATIONS?!?!?!

SCORPIUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

OMG THEY DONT REMEMBER ANY OF IT

“I’m coming too” YUHHH DEMONS TEAM UP

You guys. You don’t understand how happy i am right now. All of my begs and pleads have been answered to. I just wanted to know more about Blake and Bestie and I got an amazing amount of Lore. I’m literally gonna start crying

[ikosburneraccount]

if you had to pick a fav chapter out of any of the books, which would it be? (you can do one per book and/or multiple chapters lol just curious)

im answering this on mobile so if the formatting is fucked im sooooooooo sorry 😭 OK one per book here i go!!

cinder: the chapter where kai gifts her the silk gloves! mostly because during my reread i COMPLETELY FORGOT that this chapter happened and omfg the KAIDER in this scene was so intense. like kai’s thoughtfulness of the gift…like he never pushes her to take off her gloves but instead gifts her gloves that make her feel not only safe, but beautiful. literally on the verge of tears thinking about that scene because it was so tender and beautiful and like a testament of how much he thinks and CARES about cinder…also its his way of showing how much it matters to him that she attends the ball. like that scene makes me wanna SCREAM AND CRY AND CURL UP INTO A BALL!!! especially because of its cruel bittersweetness like kaider angst hits like nothing else…like i love kaider fluff but their angst…theres something in the sauce with them

scarlet: one chapter is so cruel for this one like the plot development in this book is probably the best bc of its pacing IMO like there are so many moments across the book that really make it SHINE BUT if its only one chapter it has to be the opening chapter where scarlet (bad bitch) gets up on the tavern bar and defends cinder!!! she is the ONLY character that takes into consideration and expresses empathy for cinder and her AGE and NEVER holds her cyborg or lunar status against her!!!! also the shirt comment in front of wolf is LMFAOOOOOOO LIKE NOBODY SAID THAT!!!!! but that is my favorite chapter. marissa meyer put her wrussy (writer pussy) into that one

cress: during my original read this was my FAVORITE but on reread this is now my least favorite book! too much cresswell not enough scarlet/winter or scarlet/wolf content. like marissa meyer did a great job giving us kaider angst and mutual pining but absolutely FLOPPED on the wolflet front like cmon girl. FAVORITE CHAPTER HMMMMMMMM its the one where cinder tortures thaumaturge sybil! its a testament to her growth and mastery of her glamour like she really is so powerful! i wished she used it more in winter TBH but yeah her torturing sybil was soooo satisfying and i wish she did it more. like she really is the GOAT

winter: okay this is gonna sound crazy but its tie between cinder throwing herself off the ledge into artemesia lake and cinder getting stabbed in the heart. I CAN EXPLAIN 😭 I AM NOT CRAZY!!! cinder herself off the ledge is absolutely FUCKING insane i won’t lie it makes me giggle cause like GIRL I GET IT BUT THROWING YOURSELF OFF A 5+ STORY BUILDING WAS NOT THE ANSWER!!!!! IT REALLY KILLED ME READING THAT LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE WITNESSING YOUR GF THROW HERSELF INTO DEATH LIKE THAT….OKAY FOR THE OTHER SCENE i loved the cinder being stabbed in the heart scene which sounds SO fucked up but i liked it because marissa meyer did a phenomenal job carrying cinder’s voice and depicting the absolute exhaustion that cinder felt during that moment. like cinder was TIRED like she’s BEEN THRU IT!!! her getting stabbed in the heart was really a culmination of this pattern where cinder expresses kindness and forgiveness to those who’ve deeply harmed her and her showing levana empathy even after levana tried to MURDER her and everyone cinder loved is so…cinder is so selfless and loving and her getting stabbed was peak heartbreak (which i realize is a pattern. i loveeeee suffering) but also i desperately want to know how/why kai left behind the earthen leaders and how he FUCKING FOUND HER SO QUICKLY! also the fact that her last sight is of the boy she loved but she felt could never have just really makes me burst into tears like cinder baby girl if only knew how much YOU (not your princess or queen or fugitive status) were worth it to kai and everyone in the rampion crew GAH IM CRYING I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH!!

I SOUND SOOOOO UNHINGED BUT THESE ARE MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS <3 CINDER BABY GIRL I LOVE YOU. i just love so crazy quickly deteriorating from wholesome kaider/wolflet to cinder just…suffering LMFAO

thank you for the ask!! <3

[hjazysol]

Well I did miss this in the original post but I completely forgot to even talk about the Power System ontop of the Power of Friendship.

Now first of all. Power Scaling.

Is next to non existent. Don't bother trying you will go insane in trying to do so.

You could have someone on the verge of death. They blatantly state. "Damn I have no magic left." Then the enemy says something disrespectful to the guild then they'll be like "That was just a prank...My magic is all good." Then the proceeding attack spreads across an entire country.

As a recent example Erza was in the middle of fighting her mom. She won. Then in a bitch move Irene summoned a big ass meteor from this far away.

That spiraled the whole sky as it fell into the atmosphere. Now Erza with this beat up body and only one arm. Used some friendship fueled magic to blast up at the meteor and successfully obliterate it.

I love it. Usually something like this would come of as silly. And it is. And I love it. Now the way I went into this. I was already aware most the conflicts were resolved with friend power. So the way I visualised it was like an rpg. And it really is just that honestly. Erza quite literally is a walking inventory. And some rpg's do unthinkable stuff with little explanation on the regular.

So it really was just. Normal. Now in general I've never understood why PoF gets so many eye rolls for existing. Like they just wanna protect the people they care about so they push themselves even if their body is saying no.

...If im being perfectly honest...Ichigo in Bleach doesn't necessarily have his own main goal in the majority of the series most the time everything he does is a direct result of someone he cares deeply about needing his help and protection so he fights for them. He's a reactionary protagonist.

Where as someone like Luffy in One Piece. He just does whatever the hell he feels like doing. He doesn't wait for things to happen he just does them. The best example from my favourite arc is at the start of Enies Lobby Luffy did not wait for the crew to make a plan before heading there.

Luffy just went straight in ahead of everyone. And charged ahead. And while he does fight for his friends when he needs to. The mood surrounding him is a lot different than I got stronger last second to beat the shit out of you. Like in cases like Arlong Park. Luffy was just better at fighting. And when he isn't like with Kaido currently he'll train so that he can win next time.

Now Natsu is kind of both sometimes he just does things on impulse because that's what he deems appropriate. Or he will be forced to react to some of the stuff occuring around him and work around it, the Tenrou Island invasion being an example.

But I ultimately see the moments where Natsu actually wins with help from his friends better than last minute power ups when the mc appears in a bad spot. In most cases with Natsu it's less of just him on his own. As shown when faced with Gildarts true power he knows when he has absolutely 0 chance of winning.

But if he has assistance from allies he is more confident about things. E.g against Zero, Precht. In my opinion that is not bad. Like there's for the most part at least a valid reason for why he gets the power and why those connections with those friends matter.

It's also not too unbelievable either. As in these characters all get along unbelievably well with one another. Sitting back and just seeing them get up to silly antics together it's like watching an actual family or just being, them. All the relationships are believeable enough to actually see why they fight so hard for the others' sakes. And the love relationships are all really sweet.

Like i dont remember the last time i saw an anime that charmingly brought about a love relationship. And didn't just put two people together because why not. Like a series where the chemistry is visble every second they share the screen together and have their little banter. IS CUTE AS FUCK!

That and you don't have a bunch of shipping wars. You'll have your canon ship and if the fans don't like it thats fine. Cause they'll at least acknowledge that as the real one where as something with no real relationships ends up with a usually messy amount of ship speculation like we're talking some reaches of ships. They talked for 2 seconds this ship is now officially better than the greatest out there.

I also like the fact that becoming a Dragon Slayer with a secondary ability basically just comes down to eat it and use it til you stop getting fatigued. I prefer Gajeel's Iron Shadow Dragon but Natsu's Fire Lightning is cool to. Gajeel's just feels more noticeable visually. Wendy's Dragon Force clears both though.

I also don't mean to drag Sting & Rouge down too hard here cause they do... ...Try... but they get bodied so much its not even funny 😭 like there's doing someone dirty then there's. Letting BOTH 3rd Gen Dragon Slayers charge a combined attack. Just standing there. Then instantly overpowering them with your own attack.

Then they kinda just show up every now and then. Get beat up leave. Got crucified for a short while. And so on and so forth. Man Ichiya lasts longer in fights than those two Oh but Sting won against Larcade! Like damn thank god he got at least 1 Dub since the Grand Magic Games right!

And as for Rouge...How are you gonna let Gajeel use your Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic better than you. THE Shadow Dragon Slayer. If I'm Skiadrum I'm just sat up in heaven wondering "Where in God did I go wrong?"

Cobra & Laxus don't really ever use Dragon Force as often but the fact that Cobra or Erik rather is Poison bothers me cause like when I think Erik I think sound. Not Poison. But ah well.

Gray's Demon Magic is cold af though. Even cooler than before.

[thisdreamplace]

ashamed to say the 3D reflects our true inner reality, yes? my ENTIRE family has turned against me, after some atrocious conflicts in which they all ganged up on me nd judged me, name-calling, very hurtful things too, provoked me. i been dealing with some serious mental uh 'issues' on my own nd when this happend i was already on the verge of a breakdown nd the good news is while the conflict happened i kept telling myself theyre only reflecting me u can get thru it etc. Later i looked at the hard facts nd realised some of the hurtful things they said were my deep secret feelings abt myself. BUT my question is why the HELL cant they talk to me like normal people? confronting one person vs whole family, why?! i felt so small nd like an object, nd not a single person defended me. am i not a part of the family?

Part 2 is simply its been a week and theyve still been cold towards me as if I yelled AT THEM ABT THEIR PAINFUL 'tRuThS' in front of EVERYONE LMAOOO. At first if i was around we'd have dinner together while they'd all talk to each other like best friends aka sickeningly overly friendly while completely IGNORING me while i sat there. i could tolerate it. I WAS PISSED AT THEM TOO Now its too painful. They're having dinner without telling me, yesterday didnt leave enough food for me knowing i hadnt eaten, serve tea/snacks without my portion. i honestly feel so unspeakably trigered nd sad. worst is these things r reminding me of deep school memories when id feel excluded like this by other kids at parties or class activities nd its like im back there. anyway im glad i controled myself a bit nd didnt counter with horrid things abt them to THEM yet they think they can say the same to me. im so hurt rn i cant even tell u lol i was okay the whole week but now its too much,, ive been crying the whole day

thing is, ik this seems like 'im a victim oh noooo they ganged up on meee'. Nope its more like how do i change myself to change them?! u could say why not talk to them how they made u feel, except whenever ive defended myself in the past regarding hurtful things they/anyone in family did, the siblings/parents would say irritating things like: "oh so YOU'RE the one hurt? Oh thats right, its because YOU'RE right! yes, yes, you're always right. Forgive me for saying anything against the perfect person u are." Or one of them says: "You?! I hurt YOU? What about me? You don't care about me! So you think what ur doing is okay?" or "no, who do YOU think u are to tell ME what to do?" it just goes in circles like this! i dont deserve to hurt myself or do smth to myself even if they dont give a damn, even if years of silent suffering of the 'mEntAL pRoBlEms' (which my lovely parents have already told me is my fault years ago, hence why I NEVER show it to them, unless im crying too much then lol they just mock me, but idc abt THAT bcoz now ik i hav a right to let out my emotions)). i mean this is worse rjan usual. its kinda insane nd when guests come they start talking to me as if nothing's wrong then when they leave, they ignore me!

this whole twisted dynamics, feelijf left out nd helpless is ig some crazy assumptin from childhood of being alone nd unable to defend myself. plus when they argye with anyone, they become overly self-righteous nd over the years its clear they can only scream, blame the scapegoat and never talk abt serious matter like normal ppl. And yes, in the past when i bring this up, they like to reply with stuff like: "no YOU'RE the one who doesnt talk to US bla bla" like, when i do u just shut me down? have belittled my mental 'issues', mocked me when im at my worst, stabbed me with cruel silent treatments nd thinking its alright "bcoz of self-righteousness blegh". Or maybe i think its okay for them to punish me? or whatev? Like law says u get what u r. if these ~~~ keep doing this to me, im doubly ashamed to say this means im the one at fault?! i let this monster assunptin grow nd now idk what to do. the worst thing imo is how i failed to tell them,even if they ignored me in the past, how i feel when anything like this or a conflict happens nd none of them stand up for me, or at least are neutral to me. bcoz now if i do, they say nope, u dont care what we do, YOUR the shameless one :! so yeah they hav the advantage of 'numbwrs' while im too afraid to stand up for myself lol. btw they never apologize nd i suspect they expect ME to apologize to TYEM bcoz everything's already ruined bcoz of 'me'..... i give up on them, i really do, but my heart hurts. Either i harden my heart, nd save up to move out, OR i try to change my self or whatev assumptins i have. But how do i do that? i try afirming: "my familys so nice to me, im respected by them" but it feels so fake tears literally enter my eyes lol

firstly i want to say, thank you for coming here to vent and being open about your feelings. it’s so important sometimes to just let it all out, without holding back. so that way you can move forward more bravely, to create the life you truly want to experience. that being said, i am going to be completely honest with you here in hopes that perhaps it may inspire you and you will be ready to do what is needed for the life you truly want to experience.

“BUT my question is why the HELL cant they talk to me like normal people?” -> “i felt so small nd like an object, nd not a single person defended me. am i not a part of the family?” here is your question, and here is your answer. i think that being completely honest when venting your feelings can actually be so helpful, because if you read back what you have said, you will be able to clearly find the patterns that are creating your personal hell. FEELING IS THE SECRET. ASSUMPTIONS HARDEN INTO FACT. the true way you feel, becomes your experience. Feelings/assumptions/beliefs come first, and the experiences come second to confirm them. That’s all that’s happening here.

i am glad that you were able to keep your reactions to a minimum! that's wonderful and as many of us know, it can sometimes be hard to do in such hurtful circumstances. but you managed to do it, this shows just a small glimpse of the power you truly hold within. although emotionally you may feel out of control, there is still the choice to choose better for yourself which you demonstrated through your reaction to them. good for you!

the truth is, you acknowledge the victim mindset to seem like you’re not engulfed in it, but no, you’re still very clearly engulfed in it. as i have said before, you can’t be a VICTOR and feel bad about it. feeling bad about taking responsibility, about everyone is you pushed out, about any of these types of concepts automatically shows a victim mindset. talking to them won’t do anything, because there are no second causes. you could talk to them nicely, you could be the nicest person in the world. but you can’t pretend your way out of your inner world. your inner world is the one and only cause of your experiences. until you change the story you tell yourself, they will stay the same. this is a hard pill to swallow sometimes. and it can feel heavily, because it’s ultimately only you’re choice. they can’t change until you do. the heaviness of the situation may make it seem impossible to turn around, but that’s just an illusion. your emotional attachment to the situation makes it seem so real and hard to change, but no. that’s just an illusion too. however, it’s ultimately your choice. Do you want to take responsibility for your life, or do you want to keep being tossed around like your lost at sea, victim to the merciless angry waves? Because we always have a choice. No one chooses your inner world, you do. No one can go into your mind and decide things for you, that’s only your job.

you can harden your heart, but who would be the one who suffers more? It won’t be your family, i can assure you. it’ll only be you. by doing that, you keep that old story alive and therefore you keep experiencing it. you keep those stories alive that are desperately showing themselves to you, saying “LET US GO.” but you remain identified with those painful stories, so you grip onto them tight. you keep on thinking of possible reasons for their behavior, but you could just read your entire ask back to yourself and you’ll see every reason. your reactions, your beliefs about them, your emotional pain. its your refusal to let those things go, and focus on what you truly want that keeps you in this state and keeps them in this state. sure it’s painful to face the responsibility at first, but it’s not a blame game. thinking its about blame is just a misunderstanding of the teachings. it’s not about they’re so perfect and you’re so not, so you have to change your ways. it’s about this is how life works here. this is about... you can ONLY ever experience self. whatever is going on within, will be reflected in your outer world. it’s about how they can’t change, UNTIL YOU DO. so instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you have to decide to give yourself the gift of a wonderful life because you have that power too. you stop deciding they can be in control of your experience, and you decide your experience yourself.

to change your assumptions, stop trying to affirm over them and actually face what’s keeping you from believing in your desires. yeah, it’s going to be painful and uncomfortable. but you need to face the pain that you’re running away from, so that it can finally be released. you have to realize, it only stayed true because you believed it to be true. and if you are to live a life free from that story, and experience a more desirable story, then you must let the pain go. give yourself love and grace as you work through it, and know that there is a more beautiful side of life that awaits for you to accept it in.

No One To Change But Self

There is Nothing to Forgive

How to Sit with Your Triggers

give yourself the time you need, it's not race. the love that you wish to experience exists, allow it in. 💖

[chucklesandwitch]

Philza and His Favorites

summary: it was always clear phil had favorites. it wasn’t like he kept it a secret, either.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: sorry if the format is weird. the timeline may be a little mixed up, and i know i skipped some plotlines, but i wrote this from memory so i did my best. also, this is my first piece of writing that im posting! :D you can read it on ao3 here!

     It was always clear Phil had favorites. It wasn’t like he kept it a secret, either. Even before Tommy, Phil always favored one twin over the other. And when he found his third son, shoveling dirt into his mouth by the handfuls in his back yard, well, it’s obvious he wouldn't exactly be on top of the list. 

     Growing up, it became more and more blatant to Wilbur and Tommy that they would never be above Techno. Phil always took his side during arguments, always thought that Techno could do no wrong. Wilbur was fed up. Years and years of being pushed to the side in favor of his twin almost had him at his breaking point. And when Phil broke the news that he and Techno were leaving to start their own Arctic empire, without his two other children, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Wilbur was screaming, begging, pleading for his dad to just pay a little bit of attention to him, and when he realized he would never get it from him, he packed his things, packed Tommy’s things, and together the two forgotten brothers ran as far away from their neglectful father as possible.

     They had been walking for days, taking refuge in small villages here and there, just waiting for their saving grace. Eventually, they found it. The Dream SMP. It was glorious. The ruler of the lands, Dream, had welcomed them with open arms and gave them a place to stay for as long as they wanted to. There, they met a plethora of people, including Fundy, Niki, Eret, George, and many other residents of the SMP. Not too long after they had gotten situated, Tommy met Tubbo. They had instantly clicked, and as an act of friendship, they found two discs that would always symbolize their friendship. 

     But the SMP wasn’t as perfect as it had once seemed. So, the two brothers alongside Tubbo, Fundy, Niki, and Eret had formed a new nation, L’Manburg. It was great! They ran a drug lab to keep the economy going, and even made some business partners. The boys had hardly forgotten about their dad, constantly wondering why they weren’t as important to him as Techno was. They pushed these thoughts to the back of their heads, gaining L’Manburg independence at the forefront of their minds. 

     In preparation for their first war of many to come, Tommy and Wilbur had become almost inseparable. They had built a nation with their own hands, together. And when Tommy offered up one of his lives in return for L’Manburg’s freedom, Wilbur’s heart almost broke on the spot.

     After winning L’Manburg its freedom, (If you could even call it winning), Wilbur felt as if it was unfair that he had just proclaimed himself president. In honor of true democracy, they decided to hold an election. Their party was the only one running, until one day someone from far away named Quackity, accompanied by George, wanted to put democracy to the test and created their own running party to rival Tommy and Wilbur’s, called SWAG2020. Suddenly, everyone seemed to have a burst of confidence after seeing Quackity challenge POG2020. All of the sudden, one running party had turned into four. POG2020, consisting of Tommy and Wilbur, SWAG2020, which included Quackity and George, COCONUT2020, comprised of Niki and Fundy, who had mainly run as a joke. And the last party, SCHLATT2020, a one-man party including someone that had been previously banned from the SMP. 

     So the election went on, and Wilbur never got too worried. He knew his people loved him, and he was confident that he would get their votes. Last minute, in an attempt to skew the votes, SWAG2020 and SCHLATT2020 elected to combine votes. And it worked. Leading SCHLATT2020 to victory with 46% of the vote. Immediately taking the stage, Schlatt was quick to revoke the citizenship of the brothers who had built the country he now ruled.

      The two of them were practically chased out of their L’Manburg, soon to be renamed Manburg. They found themselves in a ravine, both of them panicking and on the verge of tears. Tommy quickly sobered himself up, and declared that they would get their L’Manburg back, they just needed a little bit of help. So while the newly formed country was built in the bottom of a ravine, Tommy proposed the dreaded idea of calling his older brother. Wilbur was hesitant at first, but eventually was the one to give him the call as he knew it was for the best. When Technoblade showed up at the best possible time, they were elated! However, there was just a smidge of hope in the both of them that their father would accompany his favorite son. 

      Day after day, Wilbur was slowly going insane. Every day he wasn’t ruler of L’Manburg, he lost a bit of himself. He eventually had become so far gone, he believed that if he couldn’t have L’Manburg, then nobody could. He proposed his plan of blowing the place to smithereens to Tommy, who was immediately against it. Tommy just wanted his country back. He didn’t want it gone for good. Wilbur was persistent with this plan though, and recruited Dream to supply him with all the TNT he could ever ask for. He was just waiting for the opportunity to arise. And luckily for him, it came in the form of a festival. 

     The days leading up to the festival were some of Wilbur’s worst. He wasn’t himself, and everyone around him knew it. That didn’t stop them from helping him plant the TNT. The day of the festival, Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo had a hushed conversation on top of a building not far from the podium. Wilbur was having second thoughts about his plan, so he placed all of the weight on Tubbo. He told him to just say the word and he would detonate the explosives that would destroy the country he once ruled. And when Tubbo did say the line, Wilbur sprinted towards the button room, only to forget where it was. While Wilbur was away, Schlatt had put Tubbo in a cement box, accusing him of treason. With this, he called Technoblade up to the stage, ordering him to execute Tubbo. As he pulled the trigger on his rocket launcher, Techno looked back to his little brother, to see him on top of a building with a devastated look on his face. Techno didn’t seem to feel too guilty. He started slaughtering everyone around him. In the midst of Techno’s massacre, Tommy ran towards Wilbur, and before he could even get a word out, Wilbur was quick to tell him the TNT had been moved. 

     After the festival, a new war was declared. The Manburg v. Pogtopia war. They had finally won, they had gotten their L’Manburg back. As Wilbur stepped up to the mic, he suddenly turned on his heel and beckoned his younger brother and right-hand man to the stage. He handed L’Manburg to Tommy, and exited the stage. Tommy denied rulership of L’Manburg, stating he still had unfinished business to take care of and couldn’t rule L’manburg the way it should’ve been run, and so he handed the presidency to his best friend and partner in crime, Tubbo. While the presidency hot potato was going on, Wilbur was having an internal battle in the button room. He was reading the lyrics to My L’Manburg when he felt a presence behind him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see his father. His dad. He looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and detonated the TNT. He could feel the blast, feel the heat coming from behind him, washing over him in waves. 

     He looked over to see his dad’s shocked expression, and turned to face the chaos he had brought upon his L’Manburg. Seeing his younger brother’s expression is what finally did it. He took a step closer to Phil. He had seen the glimmering sword on his father’s back, and he knew what needed to happen.

      “Kill me, Dad. Please.”

      Phil couldn’t even look him in the eyes, he knew he had failed his son, and he knew that there was nothing ke could do about it now. So he unsheathed his sword, trying to ignore the feeling of taking away his son’s last life. Standing there, holding his son’s corpse, getting quickly covered in dirt and debris, he knew he had failed as a father. He dropped his son’s limp body to the ground and fled the scene, going back to the place he never should’ve escaped to in the first place. A little while later, his favorite son came home covered in blood, his clothes torn and crown slightly crooked on his head. Techno looked up at his father, only to see him also covered in blood. He quickly glanced over him and determined that it wasn’t his own blood. Before he could even utter the question, his dad shattered his world with one sentence. 

     “It’s Wil’s blood, Techno. He’s gone.”

      Techno swears he blacked out. His twin, his other half, was gone. The one person he should’ve been there for, he wasn’t. And now he was paying the price. Back at what was once L’Manburg, Tommy was lashing out. He didn’t know what to do without his older brother, didn’t know how to cope with the loss. So at first he went to Tubbo, only to realize Tubbo was too busy for him, he had presidential duties to attend to. With a heavy heart, Tommy leaves Tubbo’s office only to bump into someone new in town. Ranboo. Ranboo takes one glance at Tommy and knows he needs someone to talk to. However, Tommy doesn’t want to talk, he wants to wreak havoc on something, anything. He asks Ranboo for some help griefing George’s new vacation home, and Ranboo agrees almost instantly. Together they head to George’s newest property, wrecking the place, and starting a small fire that was completely accidental. It quickly gets out of hand, and before they know it George’s cottage has erupted into flames and suddenly they’re running. They arrive back to the partially rebuilt L’Manburg, and agree to ignore that it had ever happened, both of them happy to at least gained a new friend amidst all the chaos. 

       Meanwhile, Dream stumbles across George’s cottage in flames and immediately starts fuming. He knows exactly who did this, and he knows what he wants to happen to him. He storms into L’Manburg, and starts to silently place obsidian walls around the entire country. Tubbo and his cabinet rush out of the white house as soon as they notice what’s going on. Tubbo questions Dream, only to get a half coherent answer. All he managed to gather was that Tommy fucked up, and he needed to be put on trial for his actions. Once Tubbo finally got a cohesive answer from Dream, he was furious. He asked Tommy to do one thing for him, just one, and he couldn’t even do that. So he and Dream march to find Tommy, all while Fundy and Quackity try to talk Dream out of insisting exile. Tubbo is conflicted. He obviously doesn’t want to exile his best friend, but at the same time, what kind of leader would he be if he let criminals run free and let Dream build the walls?  During Tommy’s trial, Tubbo made the last minute decision to exile Tommy from the nation he once built. Dream forcefully escorted Tommy out of L’Manburg, but not before Tommy could spot the phantom of his favorite brother standing right in front of him. 

     Ghostbur insisted on coming on this “vacation” with Tommy, helping him establish Logsteadshire. Ghostbur didn’t stay long, and he only came to visit every so often. The only person to ever really visit Tommy, was Dream. The green man checked in on Tommy every day, making him put all of his belongings in a pit and blowing them up. The manipulation from Dream mixed with the lack of seeing his friends lead Tommy to the top of this pillar. While he peered down to what could be his doom, he had a sudden realization; Dream wasn’t his friend. He never was. Realizing this had put a pep back into his step, and he took off running, sprinting away from Logsted and never looking back. 

     He eventually came across what he could only assume was his oldest living brother’s home; the place he was abandoned by his father for: the Arctic empire. This was the last place he ever wanted to step foot into, but considering it was dark outside and he had been running for hours, he was just happy to get shelter, no matter where it was. He entered the home, and was immediately hit with the smell of his family. The nostalgia came crashing over him like a bunch of bricks. Taking another look around, he realized he was angry. What was so good about this place anyways? What did this place have that his childhood home didn’t? Was it him, was he what this place didn’t have? Shaking the thoughts from his head, he began rummaging through his brother’s chests. Finding lots of useful materials, and a few just for him, he began looking for a place to burrow for the time being. Settling on the underneath of the house, he got to work making his little hidey-hole. 

     He knew he couldn’t stay hidden forever. He just thought he would have more time than this. As Techno dragged him up the stairs by his ear, he profusely apologized. This was Techno’s first sign. Tommy never apologized. Forcefully sitting him down, he glared at his younger brother. 

     “Gapples. Now.” Techno demanded. 

      He expected a fight. He expected anything but this. As Tommy quickly emptied everything in his pockets all while still muttering apologies, Techno took a good hard look at his little brother. His clothes were torn, his eyebags were darker than Techno had ever seen them, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten in days. Techno decided then and there that he would help Tommy, so long as Tommy helped him.

      And so the brother’s teamed up. They mutually agreed to help each other get what they wanted. Techno agreed to help Tommy get his discs back as long as Tommy helped him commit (minor) terrorism in his old home. They made a plan, and they had it all worked out. Until Tommy came to his senses, and realized just what he agreed to. He backed out of the plans, apologizing to his older brother, moving to stand next to Tubbo. Techno nodded solemnly, and formed an alliance with Dream, Tommy’s number one tormentor, right in front of him. Making a quick getaway, Techno and Dream run back to the empire, planning their reign of terror over L’Manburg while Tommy takes on the leadership role and motivates everyone to fight against them tomorrow.

     Doomsday roles around, and Techno’s here earlier than promised. Phil is here too, Tommy realizes. That hurt him more than he’d like to admit. (He likes to tell himself he isn’t too affected by Phil, but even he knows that’s a lie). He looks above him to see a large obsidian grid, for which he isn’t sure what its purpose is.  Surrounding him is his older brother, spawning wither after wither, laughing maniacally as his hound army relentlessly attacks anyone nearby. Next to Techno is his dad. His father, helping his favorite son destroy what he and Wilbur had worked so hard for. He felt like crying. He didn’t think seeing Phil here, helping Techno decimate L’Manburg could hurt any more than being abandoned did. He was wrong. So, very wrong. Knowing that his dad was here, and actively fighting against him gave him the answers he had always known. He was never Phil’s favorite, he never would be. 

     He’s only snapped out of his haze by the sound of agony-filled screams. He looks around this nation, just to see TNT raining from the obsidian grid. Oh. That’s what that's for. He seems surprisingly calm about this.  His main priority is making sure Tubbo is safe, and once he’s assured that he is, he started going after Techno. When he finally catches up to him, he can only seem to think of one thing. Techno isn’t his brother anymore. 

     “Technoblade, for once in your life just listen to me!” Tommy pleads, but it does no good. Techno just laughs in his face, going on and on about how his intentions were clear, how he was against government, and how he knew this was coming. Tommy realizes then that Techno was never in it to help Tommy, he was never on their side. He was only helping them for his own personal gain. 

     “You’re selfish.” Is the only sentence Tommy can form. He can’t even stand to look at the person he used to call family. He runs to find Tubbo, meeting him on top of the obsidian grid. They share a look that says more than words ever could. Tommy starts,

     “We’ve gotta end it, Tubbo. You and me. Just like it’s always been. We have to kill Dream.” He and Tubbo agree. It started with them, and it’s going to end with them.

     Standing there, peering down at the crater that was once his saving grace, Tommy sees Phil and Techno, bouncing around, seemingly guilt free. Locking eyes with his unremorseful father, Tommy decides then that Phil isn’t his dad. He never was. Techno wasn’t his brother, and Phil was never his dad. 

[hydraberry-ash]

Hotel Rivalry? No, Angst :)

Some notes before reading: I think Ranboo for sure said it was all for fun? I didn’t watch his streams because I was busy, anyways, when I first heard of this, I only thought about angst and lore. This was all for fun, and my mind was on full blast. Sorry if it was bad, I just wanted to write out some kind of story. :) (Also listen to Saint Bernard by Lincoln or Oh Ana by Mother Mother because I had these two on repeat writing this, Idk.) All in good fun of writing. Enjoy, I guess? Also warning, it’s kinda long. Damn I should’ve wrote it in Ao3 maybe. Ah well.

How long has it been since Tommy was left in the prison cell? Well, the clock was gone, so he can't tell.

The security issue was finally solved, and Sam rushed towards the cell, hoping that Tommy hung in being locked up with Dream. Sam also hoped Tommy would understand.

"Tommy? Tommy, can you hear me? I'm getting you out now. And Dream, you better stay in that cell, or I will kill you," Sam shouted through the lava, as the lava lowered to let the stone bridge go across. "Tommy, get on the bridge, you're going home. You're getting out."

The lava finally lowered enough as the redstone worked its magic, going across the gap to the cell. Sam looked through his mask, hoping to find Tommy still alive, and in one piece. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Tommy's figure get on the bridge, as he started to come back.

He glanced over to see Dream still in the cell, but his smiley face mask was off. Sam felt a wave of worry run down his neck, as Dream only stared at Sam, smiling, emerald green eyes glinting with satisfaction. Sam looked away, as Tommy was back, flicking the switch to let the lava flow back down.

"Tommy?" Sam glanced at the boy, oddly quiet. Sam hoped that Tommy would at least yell at him, or curse him out for making him get stuck with Dream, but Tommy didn't say anything. Reaching out a hand to hold Tommy's shoulder, Sam tried to call out to him again. "Tommy...?"

Tommy immediately flinched, backing up from Sam. What did Dream do to this boy? Usually Tommy would want comfort, or something. What happened to him in there?

"Hi Sam..." Tommy's voice was barely a whisper, his head still looking down at the ground. Sam crouched down, trying to get a good look at Tommy's face. He was concerned, slowly trying to let Tommy get back to his pace.

Sam's eyes widened. There was no emotion on the usually emotional boy. His usually bright blue eyes, were now faded, the blue dark, showing nothing.

The usually full of expression Tommy was now blank. "Tommy... what did he do to you?"

Tommy didn't answer, only looking at Sam's eyes, his eyes endless pools of a deep dark sea. Sam sighed, his heart aching. "I'm so sorry, Tommy, I... You know I had to deal with a security issue right? I didn't mean to let you stay in there for too long. Im very sorry, Tommy."

Tommy didn't say anything, only beginning to walk away from Sam. "I don't want to talk about it. Can I go home?"

Sam flinched, but he tried to smile. "Of course Tommy. Come on now, let's get back, and hey, you can go back to your hotel!"T

ommy only absently nodded. The two walked back in silence, with the occasional worried glances at Tommy, who only looked straight ahead.

They finally made it back to the locker, Tommy dropping the key, grabbing his things. Without another word, Tommy walked away from the prison, not even giving a goodbye to Sam. Sam gripped his trident tight in his hand, anger and curiosity in what Dream did to Tommy. He was going to have to talk to Dream soon.

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Tommy breathed in the fresh air of the outside, feeling the bright sun on himself. The bright blue sky, the huge oak trees by the wooden path. He was finally free. But....

His mind was in a deep fog. He felt sluggish, like his whole body was weighed down. His limbs ached, body sore. His eyes ached, not only from the light of the lava, but also from crying so much. His throat was dry, from screaming days on end. Tommy stopped, looking down at his hands, beaten and bloody.

Tommy shuddered. He still felt like Dream's eyes and hands was on him, like a doll. His mind and emotions felt like a swirling tornado, he didn't know what to think or feel anymore.

He has to get back to his home. He has to get back to his hotel. Try and get some resemblance of comfort, of anything to get his mind off of what Dream tried to do him, get in his head.

Trying to stop himself from shaking, he walked quickly to the location of his hotel. But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't help but to still think about the things that happened to him in the cell, the words swirling in his mind, and he could feel himself on the verge of something.

He started to give a relief of a smile, until it suddenly dropped. There was a building accross his hotel. Bee and Boo? What the fuck was that-?

"Tommy! Hey, where have you been?" Tubbo walked out of the building, as Tommy walked near. "Hey, we're rivals now! It's gonna be great-"

"What. The fuck." Tommy's voice cracked. Tubbo raised an eyebrow, too excited to tell Tommy about everything Tommy missed while being out somewhere, not noticing the state Tommy is in, or how in shambles Tommy was.

"Oh hey, guess what? Me and Ranboo are like, now platonically married, and we have this like child name Michael now," Tubbo waved a hand, as Tubbo walked back into the Bee and Boo building. Tommy silently followed Tubbo, while he felt something in his chest cracking.

Tommy looked around inside, and he had to admit, it looked nice. He was expressionless, but he could feel his head spinning, a certain voice getting louder.

Tommy turned to see Ranboo and Tubbo side by side, talking, as Ranboo waved at Tommy. Ranboo pointed at something off to the side of a room, and Tubbo walked back towards Tommy.

"So what did you think, big man? Exciting yeah?"

"What do you mean, exciting..." Tommy coldly said. Tubbo's smile faltered.

"Being hotel rivals! You know, doing business, fun banter? Tommy, are you ok?" Tubbo tried to reach a hand to pat Tommy's arm, before Tommy jerked it away.

Tommy was starting to break down. But he didn't dare show it out. Looking at the eyes of Ranboo, then back at Tubbo, then at the sign hung out in the front, Tommy slowly smiled.

"Ha... Haha..." Tommy gritted his teeth, a manic smile slowly forming on his face.

Now Tubbo and Ranboo was starting to get concerned. Tubbo took a step forward, as Tommy took a step back. "Tommy..?"

"He was right... he was right and I was a fucking fool," Tommy glanced at the ground, his hands forming fists.

"What do you mean he was right? Who?" Tubbo tried to hold Tommy's arm again, until suddenly Tommy grabbed Tubbo's wrist. Tubbo finched. "Owww, Tommy, that hurts. What's the matter with you?"

Tubbo's eyes widened as he saw the expression on Tommy's face. Faded blue eyes, now wide and full of anger and betrayal. He growled, showing his canines. He swiftly looked at Ranboo, who flinched, as Tommy turned back to Tubbo. "Am I fucking nothing? I did everything for you, and now you fucking-"

Tommy ripped Tubbo's wrist away from him, sending Tubbo to tumble a couple of steps, as Ranboo tried to catch him if Tubbo ever did fall. Tubbo looked up from his wrist, red, towards Tommy, concerned and slightly scared. "I-I, I don't know what you mean, Tommy. What-"

Tommy walked out, slamming the door, as he started to quickly walk to run towards a random direction, neither from the directions of where the prison was, where he hotel was, where L'manberg was, and not even where his home was.

He ran and ran, brushing past branches of oak trees, until he was fully exhausted, dropping to his knees. On his arms and knees, he tried to breathe, his chest burning, and legs aching so badly, Tommy was in so much pain. After a couple of minutes, Tommy looked up from the ground, looking around his surrounds.

He was somewhere completely knew. As he could tell, nobody touched this land yet. He was in a field full of multicolored and species of flowers. Surrounding this field was just dozens and dozens of trees.

He looked up at the sky, the sky now a light blue, slightly almost now turning a light shade of orange and pink. The clouds were still white, but before puffs of cotton, were now wisps, thin and strands across the blue.

The air was much cooler, and it was windier than back of the smp. Tommy breathed heavily, taking in his surroundings. He was alone, no Tubbo, no Ranboo, not even Dream. He surveyed the flowers, as he thought back to what he just learned.

Tubbo platonically married Ranboo. They built a hotel accross from his hotel. Was it some kind of fucking joke?

Tommy suddenly laughed, but there was no humor in that burst of laughter. No, it was emotionless, only manic. Tommy laughed and laughed, as he could feel his smile fade, his eyes forming tears, suddenly making the laughter into sobs.

Was Dream really right after all? How could Tubbo do this to him? God, if their hotel gets vandalized, I might be the one to be blamed for it even though I didn't do a fucking thing. Everyone will got to their hotel opening and their hotel, because everyone likes them. Nobody likes me, and my best friend left me. He even decided to build a rival hotel against me!! Dream was right... Dream was right after all. Nobody is on my side, nobody cares about me, nobody, nobody nobody NOBODY-

Tommy's breathing stopped. No... someone is on his side. Dream. Tommy chuckled at that, laughing out loud again, a wide smile growing. He kept laughing and laughing, the tears gone, but the laughter again wasn't of humor, but this time insanity. "FUCK EVERYBODY ELSE!!! NOBODY CARES!!! NOBODY FUCKING CARES ABOUT ME!!! HA! HAHA!"

Tommy, who stood up when he was sobbing, suddenly dropped to his knees again, a few flower petals flying up. Tommy looked up at the sky, his insane expression turning back to despair. Tommy sobbed and sobbed, screaming as he went into a turtle position, until it was a scattered star sky.

Nobody came to him. And Tommy knows he's alone. Nobody cares about him.

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Destiel shippers come get ya’ll juice!

SO @deadwright​ and I were inspired by Some Tumblr Posts and the twitter Roadhouse  Wedding stuff and keep writing headcanons about Thee Destiel 2021 Married Ever After S16 SPN Romantic Event Of The Season, so here’s that. 

Arranged in order of marital chronology and cutting out us keysmashing too much:

oh man imagine all the burgers they get catered for the reception dean got it done himself he would’ve been so particular about the catering bridezilla cas would probably be THEE bitchiest bridezilla

it's also definitely that trope where all the other hunters ect KNOW that that many of them and the wedding party are essentially a target for trouble so everyone spends the 24 hours leading up to the vows taking out every beastie who shows up on a revenge kick out of sight because they'll be damned if they let ANYTHING stop this wedding and Dean and cas are both having their marital jitters oh god im not good enough what if something goes wrong about mundane things while monsters are getting their ass kicked outside AWWWWWWWW for sure for sure, they’re hunter royalty this wedding is a big deal like half the attendees are nursing injuries but grinning widely

they don't do the can't see eachother before the wedding thing because you KNOW dean would be fixing cas' tie last minute

dean wears a blue pocket square to match cas' tie cas wears a FLANNEL SQUARE

I’m obsessed w the idea of cas giving dean a little bit of his grace in a small bottle on a chain for him to wear or like a wing feather or some part of him god the grace in a bottle breaks me every time in fic dean probably builds cas something but every time i try to think of something specific i choke up

i was thinking like what if trading grace is as close to a romantic gesture as angels have and he's like..... technically i left some grace behind in your mark when i dragged you from the pit and dean is like ARE YOU SAYING WE'VE BEEN MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME? 

they are so sweet i’m on the verge of tears the ability to do anything by halves in their relationship was burnt out by like the second return from the dead moment they are too insane to be anything less than All In And Then Some

at one point someone was like hey cas do you want to run your vows by someone as practice? and he started reading what he'd prepared and it devolved into Biblically Grand Statements Of The Power Of Love And The Redemption Of - ect ect ect and it's because unlike the confession scene he's had TOO much preparation and overshot into uncanny angelic vibes he makes some edits because he know the expressions he gets when he reads it aren't what he intended

dean writes page after page after page of unused drafts, none of them are particularly floral

he does the cliche of ripping up his vows and improvising at the altar, something he gets mercilessly teased for because he swore he wouldn't but it classifies as a chick flick moment

THAT’S SO PEAK HIM OH MY GOD and you knoooooow you just KNOW it’s beautiful and emotional and everyone is crying

god the NOVELTY of dean being emotionally honest in front of people......im gonna faint YEA yeah... ONE TIME ONLY DEAL he thinks loudly at Sam's smug expression

anyway, at the wedding dean is the one who spends the whole ceremony with like crying cat meme eyes after the confession scene i’m pretty sure the minute the vows start cas is in the same boat USELESS HUSBANDS dean gets passed a handkerchief for his tears and immediately goes to use it on cas' face and they both laugh sob love the idea that everyone individually thought they were too tough to cry but they all broke at various stages yeah sam definitely starts to choke up just standing up there with his brother sam chokes up before the ceremony even started, like probably when he was pinning on dean’s corsage

anyway, Jack dancing with his two dads at the reception CAS’ BEST MAN / FLOWER BOY FLOWER MAN let him heelie down the aisle with the flowers LITTLE MAN GO NYOOM who makes him a little flower crown he wears with a proud lil smile? claire ofc, with those hair braiding skills? she makes it BEAUTIFUL flower crown: on nails: painted dads: MARRIED!!!!

when they say i do and kiss and everyone is cheering you can't convince me that someone doesn't let off what is either a gun or a dubiously legal firework in celebration jack pops a few lightbulbs in his uncontrollable joy

Dean and Cas can't let go of each other, it's at LEAST one point of physical contact for the rest of the reception PERIODT

CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM DANCING TO AIR SUPPLY

they definitely didn't do the wedding gifts thing but a few mysteriously show up anyway; discuss waffle iron from sam bc he remembers the becky incident meanwhile claire gets them flavoured lube because she’s an insane little mean girl she gets them a sampler package with like novelty flavours, gotta spring extra for a wedding PIE FLAVOURED LUBE

it’s gonna be the party of the century omfg you KNOW it! that dancefloor going OFF the BAR is FLOWING

dean gets dragged up onto the bar to make a speech and there's a moment at the end where he drags cas up there too and they're being playfully yelled at not to scuff it and there's hooting and catcalls as dean and cas kiss and dean gestures rudely before almost falling backwards off the bar before cas grabs him and climbing down is less romantic or dignified but he couldn't care if he wanted to

meanwhile sam and claire are outside defacing the impala with silly string and lewd graffiti and tin cans tied to the bumper for the going-away oh it is one hundo percent a just married atrocity there's enough condoms hidden in the car that they're still finding them months later

anyway wanna hear my disgustingly soppy honeymoon roadtrip concept? YOU KNOW I DO OKAY SO

you know at some point dean must have said some sad thing like for the longest time he never thought he'd live long enough to get married and the only circumstances he could imagine was hooking up drunkenly with a stranger at some vegas wedding scenario like that's the best he would ever get and he thinks it's mostly forgotten but then during their cross country honeymoon roadtrip castiel does in fact navigate them to las vegas and quietly mutters that the legal veracity of the little chapel on the city limits is dubious at best and they're already married so it couldn't do any harm and they get officiated by an elvis impersonator and a woman wearing more sequins than fabric throws cheap confetti over them

and after that they stop into every venue they can find that would be friendly to them to pretend they're eloping and at one point dean even pulls out the fbi id badges and the officiant is under the impression he's facilitating some sort of covert workplace romance 

one place is a kitchy little house that's clearly just the couple who run it opening their strange home to anyone who needs it and have been since the 70s and Castiel thinks for a moment when they're asked to pin something to the collection of stuff on the walls and ceiling before pulling the receipt for the pie they'd shared earlier in a dinner out and scrawling his and dean's name on it to be added to the clutter 

and at one point they stand ankle deep in a pond while some old hippie lady wraps their clasped hands together with soft fabric and chants something that dean knows isn't real magic but hey he's not going to tell her that and after the ceremony they sit on the grass and feed each other sweet bread to complete the binding or whatever and it's nice but it doesn't compare to the ranch where they both tossed their cowboy hats in the air and were given a horse to ride to their camp site

i thought about riverboat gambling for point one seconds and now i know in my bones that one of their many weddings was on a riverboat, they made the captain officiate after cornering him on deck in like five minutes, the crew sent them complimentary champagne and they threw fries at the birds following the boat while sharing it straight out of the bottle

if destiel can go canon multiple times they can get married multiple times CHANGE MY MIND THEY GET MARRIED SO MUCH the MOST married i just want them to get gay cowboy married

eventually i want them to end up at the beach bc dean has canonically never been to the coast their road trip is to get to the other coast

they send just married postcards back to sam from every stop sam stops feeling hurt he was left out of their vegas elopement wedding by the third wedding postcard he recieves sam saves them ofc bc GOD can you imagine them looking at the postcards on their 30th anniversary or s/t 🥺 showing their grandkids and recounting the story of each wedding there's a seashell taped to the last one

cas gets a terrible sunglasses tan and dean gets burnt on the tips of his ears and there's sand on sand on sand in all their clothes and at one point dean is blinking away salt water and cas is gripping his arm and saying something about the coral by them in the water and dean thinks that he likes floating beside cas a lot better than flying

dean has cas pick ice cream for them from a truck and hustles at carnival games enough to win them both big novelty foam hats and they both go back to their room and pass out immediately post shower sprawled across the bed and still smelling like sunscreen and salt water

dean tucks a little cocktail umbrella behind cas’ ear

cas spends most of the next day in dean's zepplin shirt and a pair of shorts they only picked up once they got there because neither of them thought to bring beach clothes, they sit on the balcony and dean sips his beer and idly plays with the ring on cas' finger and they play a game of what fictional monsters could they beat in a fight

cas’ true form is the size of the chrysler building he can fight king kong easy that's what he says and dean's like okay but what about mothra and castiel is like how would YOU defeat mothra and dean just goes "bugspray." GDJSGSHSGSHDSJ DEAN WOULD

in honour of misha putting his whole pussy into the role, cas wears a dress in at least one of their weddings

it's at one of those theme parks that's just historical re-enactments and people get their vows renewed there and there's costumes for the photobooth and the staff are like how long have you been married? castiel says two weeks, three days, eighteen hours, and twenty five minutes................ approximately.  and the photo is cas in a classical wedding gown and dean is wearing the veil with his old timey suit and there's a moose head on the wall behind them wearing the top hat he was given and they send that print with an arrow pointing at the moose with sam written next to it

i keep thinking bitch!!!! you KNOW WHAT!! you KNOW that dean is the type a guy who's heart races every time he feels his wedding ring/is always fiddling with it in the weeks after the wedding, like an anchor to remind him they really got married this is real he would NEED that physical reminder that he can have good things

he’s never ever going to take it off, the tan line will be permanent

how funny it would be if dean gets injured on a hunt and the monster guy is about to kill him and then the lights blow out and the monsters are like what was that and dean is just like "[spits blood] that's my husband." and nek minnit cas has just ripped through them thanks to teleporting in angel style and is just like Cas: [heals dean] "you're late for movie night" Dean: "Well if you'd gotten here earlier i would have been on time." Cas: >:| [kisses him]

cas is like i didn’t burn the popcorn this time you BETTER be alive to see it

[insane-control-room]

When ray was gone, and if he was single, would Johan be interested in starting a relationship with Sammy? He seems to rely on the composer a lot

(chucks a whole butt fic at you) Enjoy! written with help and input from @randomwriteronline​ <3 im lov u

Fulmination

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31277393

Sammy is going to be Joey's, or rather the Ink Demon's, Prophet. He decides to start getting into character through method acting, but a bit too early, and a lot too zealous.

Joey was not exactly a stable person. That role fell to Henry. They were the rock and the river, and when the rock decided to sprout legs and walk away, the river was forced to keep rushing onwards, still searching and babbling for its rock, in that silent way that streams whisper. It was almost musical in a melancholic way, and to Sammy, that music was solemn… yet beautiful. 

He listened quietly to the river's lonely longing lament, watery with tearstained resilience. He indulged in its melancholy silently, wallowing in doubt, wading in that cool and efficient, winding river - should he have tried to interrupt that wonderfully woeful solo concert? Should he have allowed him to wail his anguish as long as he needed to? The man was insane, he argued with himself, and there was beauty in madness, but he needed to keep himself away to avoid getting swept into the tide. 

He talked about it with Wally and Thomas, who both told him that if he wanted to, he should at least try. Shit had already hit the fan, and with a reset on the horizon, he could do what he wanted with little to no consequence. After all, he was the Prophet, and Joey was the Demon, and his reverence should have a real source. 

So, he agreed with them, and in that lucid dreamscape of the Bridge, he approached the source of the ink flowing through the world. Joey was working on the machine, agitated as he programmed the physics of the liquid, making sure that everything was functioning as it should. 

“Joey,” he greeted, shocking the man, making him spin around, wielding a wrench as a weapon in his panic. Sammy waved at him.

“Ah, it’s you,” Joey exhaled in relief. “How can I b-be of assistance?”

“I was about to ask you that,” Sammy smoothly replied. Joey stared at him, and then shook his head. “What?”

“I don’t need any help,” Joey told him, and then returned to his work. Sammy blinked, and left. He was not going to press the man, not in that way at least.

He knocked on the door to his office. 

“Come in,” was the answer, it always was. Sammy came in, with a coffee in hand. 

“I got you a drink, Mr. Drew,” he offered with a smile. Johan’s mouth opened, about to protest. “I know you don’t like coffee, but this one is dairy free, and it’s my treat.”

“I see…” Johan accepted the drink. Sammy watched as he took a sip, gauging his reaction, reading deeply into each crease of his skin. “Thank you.”

Sammy smiled.

His pen scribbled madly on the paper. Damn Drew and his idea that even though the world was on the verge of ending, they still had deadlines to meet and animations to make. And with those animations, came the music that had to go along with them. 

What would have all this work been for once there was no more life to witness it?

Such was the question he posed when he came into the man’s office. Sammy smirked, feeling that he had the upper hand over the visual artist. He reasoned that Joey relied on him, but that feeling shifted a second later. Johan looked up at him above pink lenses, and then asked back, “You don’t really think life will continue on f-forever? You just see the ending as imminent-- and so you give up. But we should not use the end of the world as an excuse to do nothing, as then no one should do anything at all and mull endlessly in their own thoughts.”

“You think that the world will end beyond this?” Sammy inquired with widening eyes. Joey shrugged. Sammy’s eyes narrowed back to slits. “Mr. Drew, that sounds insane.”

Joey simply tilted his head. Sammy understood what he meant, and his own lips twitched. 

Insanity was the man’s environment. 

Sammy was starting to feel the bliss of madness, and something told him he would not be able to get enough of it. 

He helped Joey often with his experiments and rigging the bridge on the furthest levels, watching his master with admiration for his craft. Sammy may not have been a rock in the river, but he was a reed by the bank, drinking in all it had to offer to him. 

Joey was hunched over his work, and Sammy entered the room. 

“Johan,” he greeted, and the man whistled in acknowledgement. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No, not really,” Joey told him, sparing him a glance and a tired smile. Sammy set down a honey sweetened tea, having slowly worked his way to figuring out which type of drink he enjoyed without asking a single question, simply making and bringing new ones constantly with input from Wally and Thomas until he struck gold. “Thank you. Also, I, er,” he smiled sheepishly, and Sammy smiled in return, following the shepherd, “Do need a touch of help. I can’t pull the gauges right, cause, you know ...”

He trailed off, and Sammy did not have to look down to know why. He smiled wider, and adjusted the valves for him. 

“Anything else?”

“Nothing, thank you,” Joey’s smile was radiant, enlightening. He gave a little laugh. “Thanks for being my right hand.”

Sammy took said hand, missing thumb and all, and beamed at his redeemer. 

“With pleasure.”

His arms were wrapped around Joey as he panted, sweat dripping down the taller man’s brow. Sammy could feel his tremors through muscle, holding him tight and whispering encouragement. Another shudder wracked through the thin animator, a groan escaping him. Sammy petted a hand through his sui generis hair, and eased him down onto the bathroom tile. Johan gave another tremble, limbs weak from the strain, and grimaced and cried at the taste of iron and bitter poison filling his mouth. 

Sammy soothed him as he wiped away the blood and ink that was on Joey’s lips and hands. The bridge was nearly complete, and Sammy was in awe at the strength of the man; ill and weak of body, but mind impenetrable, method in madness. 

“You’re alright,” he whispered to him, a wet, cool rag cleaning away sweat and tears. Joey mumbled that he was fine, that he needed no help, but Sammy remained by his side. The musician's arm was clasped around his bony shoulders, a hand rubbing his back. His eyes roamed over Joey’s face, and he could see the traces and toll of being the ink demon on him. He tilted his head upwards with his palm. “You’re more than alright. You’re… my lord.”

Joey’s brow creased as he was about to protest, yet Sammy merely closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Joey’s, whose mouth opened in shock. Sammy kissed him further, the prophet in devotion to his lord, the familiar taste of ink intoxicating. Hands were on his chest, but he realized too late that it was not to pull him close, but to push.

“Sammy, what the everfrozen hell!” Joey barked, eyes wide, yet brow drawn. “What is wrong with you!? I just threw up blood and ink and you- you!”

His sputtering was cut off by Sammy reapproaching at the speed of a hawk on a dive, broken by a sharp gasp. Sammy’s pupils were dilated in zealous fervor, and Joey wracked his mind in an attempt to figure out how this started. 

“I,” he breathed, his mouth a jagged grin, “Am your prophet. Your right hand.”

“You are behaving with the piety of an insane cultist priest,” Johan said, bewildered worry in his tone. “Like a m-madman!”

“As if you are not the epitome of insanity yourself,” he retorted, to which Joey had no response. “You’ve set me free with it.”

“I’ve done nothing,” Johan told him as he pushed weakly against Sammy, hands on his shoulders and keeping him pressed to the sink. A thousand scenarios flashed through his head, someone coming into the bathroom with them in this compromising position, Sammy continuing this lunacy and Joey being forced to kick him from the project. “Sammy, this needs to stop-”

The mad prophet heard nothing, and had come close once more to kiss his lord. Joey did not have the strength to push him away again, and Sammy did not even notice, so lost in his method delusion. There was ink on his tongue, the demon’s ichor, and it was familiar-- and that gave him pause. 

Why on earth had he been drinking ink?

He pulled away sharply, a slew of apologies flying from his mouth. Joey waved them off, merely relieved that Sammy seemed to be coming back to himself. 

“I guess that I got too caught up in the role,” Sammy muttered, mortified.

Joey only huffed an incredulous laugh, pulling himself off the floor and extending his hand for Sammy to take. 

He did, grateful for the opportunity offered to him.

[c0rpseductor]

it’s weird for me to reflect on but now that it’s been more than a year since i was like obsessive about my ED for six months i look back at that part of my life and it genuinely feels like i went completely insane. i barely remember anything correctly from then, like it’s all this huge blur, which i attribute mostly to me being so sick i could barely function, but. god.

i still have trouble with it sometimes and recently i did have a bad episode where i ended up not eating for 24 hours after having barely eaten the previous day, and of course as one may expect i did NOT feel well at all. and once i finally ate again i kind of looked back at that period in my life and was like huh. wow. that was all kinds of fucked up and i was basically dying huh! because what really struck me about feeling that way was how i used to feel like that all the time.

like how serious the situation was is literally just kind of crazy to wrap my head around still. i was pretty deeply into it as my daily life so even now it doesnt strike me all the time as maybe as frightening or shocking as it should? i got INCREDIBLY used to what felt like being constantly on the verge of fainting. it was kind of fucked up and like i said i don’t really remember a lot of how i was thinking back then (about anything except calories) because i was constantly fatigued and sick and so i was just fuckin like, beyond delirious all the time

i do still remember and look back on a couple of decisions i made back then though and am kind of like 😬 about them though or regret acting certain ways. like i feel kind of bad still about cutting off certain people and so on and i may not have done that if i were like, fully possessed of my faculties i guess? like i just kind of lacked a lot of patience because i was in such a bad way and everything and was devoting so much of what little energy i had to like, crazy person thought processes such as “they should really be clearer that sugar packets are 4 calories as opposed to 0 calories.” basically food and food math occupied most of my thoughts and then everything else in my life was secondary

idk how to end this post im just reflecting i guess. don’t do drugs? stay in school? eating disorders are bad? who knows

[lgbtyrus]

Two Exes on Mars

A Tyrus fic where they’re aged up + broken up :) It will have a ‘happily ever after’, I promise. Note: IDK if you know your Andi Mack lore, but just in case, Shadyside is in a fictional US state called Midwest.

Part 1/? (I’m thinking 3 or 4)

Words: 2,668

He kissed him goodbye. It wasn’t even rainy or cloudy outside, much less foggy. It was super bright and sunny, and Cyrus could hear every single bird in Shadyside chirping as his now ex-boyfriend walked out the front door of his house. He waited until TJ was out of his driveway to shut the door and break out in tears, pressing his forehead and fist against his door.

Why? he wondered. Why? Why? Why?

But he knew why. He knew why TJ had let him go in the worst breakup in the world. He had tried to a week ago which led to Cyrus breaking down in front of him and ended up with them back together. But the tension between them was so obviously, and it lead to TJ’s horrible mood swings and random outbursts he never apologized for. It made Cyrus feel like crap. Then in the middle of the week, TJ tried breaking up with him over text. Cyrus ignored it, and TJ went over to his house the next day like nothing had happened. Not even three days later, TJ came over to break up him a third time. For good.

That just happened two minutes ago, and Cyrus silently let him leave this time. He shouldn’t have ever let him see him cry.

“You have to go to California, Cyrus,” TJ had told him, his eyes red and his hands clenching into tight fists. All Cyrus could do was stare at the floor. It’s not everyday you get a chance to go to USC, but it also meant leaving everyone you loved behind- including TJ. Him and TJ had been together since the 8th grade, and he had included TJ in all of his future plans. For him, being in a long distance relationship was a possibility, and he never thought TJ would be against it.

“I want to go to MSU,” Cyrus shook his head, refusing to look at him. TJ was going to MSU on a basketball scholarship, and yeah, they had a theatre and screenwriting, but it wasn’t USC. It was one of the hardest choices Cyrus had to make.

“You’re clearly lying, Cyrus,” TJ let out a frustrated sigh, “I know when you’re lying.” It’s true, he did. His hands always instinctively went inside a pocket, and Cyrus has never been able to stop it. “Cyrus. I know I’m the main reason why you want to stay in Midwest, but I want you to go to USC. It’s what you want.”

“Does that mean we have to break up, though?” Cyrus asked him sadly, his voice quiet. TJ ran his fingers through his blonde hair and let out a deep breath.

“We’d be doing long distance for four years, Cyrus. I don’t want to hold you back from being at your prime if you’re moping around missing me the entire time.”

“Are you just saying this because you’re the one that’s not going to be fine?” There wasn’t even a pause.

“Yes, Cyrus!” TJ said loudly, startling Cyrus. “I can’t spend four years of my life being sad because I miss you all the time, but I also can’t live with the guilt I’m going to feel if you don’t go to USC. This entire situation is driving me insane, and I really think breaking up is the best way to go.”

“You honestly think that?” Cyrus frowned, looking right up at him. He didn’t want to break down like he did the first time. “You’re just giving up? Not even giving long distance a try. After five years, TJ?”

TJ shamefully looked away before saying, “I love you, Cyrus. But I think it’d hurt less to let you go.”

“How?” Cyrus’ voice started to tremble as he spoke in complete disbelief, “How can you even say you love me right now?” TJ didn’t say anything. He just slowly walking up to Cyrus, each step taking its own time before cupping his face in his hands and kissing him softly.

TJ pulled away, whispering, “Bye, Cyrus.”

Cyrus was now sitting on his bedroom floor, playing music louder than his occasional sob. Andi and Buffy were on their way, but until then, it was him, and a lone polaroid picture he had of him and TJ on their first Valentine’s Day together right in front of him. Him and TJ were sitting on one side of the booth at The Spoon while Marty and Buffy sat on the other side. TJ had his arms around him and was smiling in to his cheek, leaving a very fluttered Cyrus to be captured forever.

“Cyrus!” someone yelled out from downstairs. “We’re here.”

“Upstairs!” Cyrus yelled out, his voice slightly cracking. He hadn’t spoken since TJ left, and his throat hurt. He was glad he left the door unlocked for them because he didn’t have the energy to move.

Andi peaked her head through his bedroom door, frowning when she saw him, “Hi, Cyrus.”

“Hey,” Cyrus waved, “come in.” He hadn’t seen Andi in about three weeks was she was getting busy with her senior art project for SAVA. He loved her for being here during a busy time. Buffy trailed in behind Andi with two loaded grocery bags.

“We brought ice cream and pie,” Buffy held the bags up. “We stopped by your kitchen to get utensils.”

“Thank you because I was not going to move,” Cyrus said. Andi and Buffy sat down on each side of him and rested their heads on his shoulder.

“You can cry if you want,” Andi told him.

“Yeah,” Buffy agreed, “we bought three tissue boxes.”

“I’ve been crying for like an hour, and I’m just tired of it at this point. But this is also probably just the start,” Cyrus mumbled. “How am I supposed to accept that someone I talked to everyday for five years is leaving my life?”

“I know it hurts, Cyrus,” Buffy whispered. “But you’re stronger than you think. You’re going to get through this. Trust me. I’m always right.”

“I know you are,” Cyrus smiled slightly. “You know what sucks the most though?”

“What?” they asked in unison.

“We already have matching tuxedos from prom.” -

Cyrus and TJ showed up with new tuxedos to prom. Andi herself made Cyrus a brand new one. The according to different sources, both Cyrus and TJ had both begged Gus to cancel their Prom Court nomination. Gus thought it was funny until Buffy stepped in, and he got scared.

Cyrus and TJ didn’t sit together at lunch anymore or do homework together or visit the swing sets every Tuesday after TJ got out of tutoring. Cyrus submitted his paperwork to attend USC in the fall and according to Amber who was at Shadyside’s community college, TJ was going to go to MSU to play for their basketball team. Buffy and Marty would be seeing him at MSU seeing they got track scholarships.

Cyrus cried every night for the rest of the school year after finishing his homework because he worked to hard to have his GPA suffer over a boy who clearly didn’t care if he fell apart. He sometimes sat in the bathtub and let music fill his whole bathroom and no matter what, every single song would remind him of TJ. Of course, that was his fault for playing the playlists TJ had made him on Spotify. He wondered if he could see that he was listening to them. He hoped he did.

Cyrus didn’t have any communication with TJ since the last texts he sent him. It was a 2AM on a Saturday night, about three weeks since the breakup. He felt horrible and didn’t know how to stop crying. Even though Buffy had told him to call him whenever, he couldn’t keep dumping everything on her.

Cyrus: hey tj I hope im not waking u up idk if you still have your phone set so that u only get text alerts from me but I just wanted to say that I miss you.

Cyrus: I miss you so much tj idk what to do without you. Everything hurts all the time and I just want to talk to you and hear you voice even if we cant date anymore please talk to me. Please be my friend again tj we were best friends for 5 years we work so good together

Cyrus: I love you. I think that ill always be in love with you.

TJ: Goodnight Underdog.

Cyrus didn’t remember what time he went to sleep, but he felt like he cried for hours after that. The pain in his chest beat him up completely until he was too weak to flip his pillow to the dry side.

At their graduation, Cyrus gave a speech and then walked off stage to everyone in the auditorium clapping. It felt surreal. When he looked up smiling, out of all of the people he saw in the sea of graduates, he saw TJ clapping. He had his lip curled up in one corner which showed that he was on the verge of tears. That was the only time that night Cyrus wanted to cry.

-

A month into USC and without a doubt, Cyrus was homesick and probably depressed. He had made a great group of friends that were similar to him and super positive. He appreciated them, but 8 out of 10 times, they could never convince him to leave his room. He just stayed in and did homework and work on his script. It was about a man who gets his heart shattered and decided to move to Mars as part of a science experiment and when he’s already in space, he realize that his ex is one of the 100 people on board. Things quickly escalate. His friends loved the scripts and always asked to read updates, but he still sent snippets to Bex because he missed her.

It had been months since the breakup with TJ that happened late April. He should be over it now, he thought a lot of the time. But it still hurt. TJ really shot a hole in his heart and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t cry everyday like he used to. But every other few weeks, he snuck into the bathroom to cry so his roommate wouldn’t see. It was embarrassing to admit.

Cyrus kept things in a rotation. Script, class, eat, homework, sometimes friends, and sleep. It was hard to stay happy and to enjoy himself. It was hard to feel like he was living through something when he’s been dead inside for months. With Halloween coming up, he felt even worse. He’s never not had anyone to match costumes with. For five years, him and TJ did a couple’s costume and before that, him, Buffy, and Andi always had something up their sleeves. He missed all of them.

Then one day, his roommate let one of his friends into their dorm room. His roommate was part of his friend group, so there was that. Cyrus was working on his infamous script and didn’t even get a text that he was coming. Usually, he said no, though. “Hey, Rich,” Cyrus said as he walked in.

“Hey, Cy,” he said. “I was in the building and wanted to drop by.”

“Why’d you text Karson and not me?” Cyrus asked.  

“You always say no.”

“True. Anyways, what’s up?”

“We need one more person for our Halloween costume. It’s Full House. We need an Uncle Jesse. You in?”

“Yeah,” Cyrus grinned, “of course.”

-

“Damn,” his friend Bogie said. “That TJ foo fucked you up bad, huh?” All eight of them were sitting around a bonfire before Thanksgiving break. It had been a long night of confessions and telling each other things not a lot of other people knew. Somehow in the moment, Cyrus spent thirty minutes telling them the becoming and downfall of him and TJ. Rich had convinced him to go to therapy on campus early November, and Cyrus wished he had gone sooner. It was getting so much easier to be around his friends and have open conversations.

“Yeah,” Cyrus admitted. “I cried everyday for months. I still cry sometimes.”

“Is that why you spend forever in the bathroom?” Karson asked him. Cyrus nodded.

“Damn, Cy,” Roxana mumbled, “no wonder you were so distant at the beginning of the school year. I thought you were just stuck up, but I guess I was wrong. I’m glad you trust us now, though.”

“Me, too,” Cyrus said.

“So, this TJ,” Bogie asked, “what’s he up to?”

“Besides knowing that he plays basketball for Midwest State U, I have no idea. I haven’t talked to him since I last texted him after the breakup. I’m still good friends with his sister, but she never says anything.”

“Dang, so he’s a baller?” Bogie asked.

“Probably just getting fucked up at parties,” Mikhenna suggested. Cyrus didn’t respond. He just shrugged.

“Do you still love him?” Roxana asked him.

“I don’t think so,” Cyrus shook his head. “I’d be stupid to. But thanks for listening, guys. I feel a lot better. I feel like I belong and that I can finally move on.”

-

Cyrus didn’t see the point of flying all the way back home for a week long break, so he decided to stay behind in California and take a train to his aunt and uncle’s place. They had a daughter that thirteen and always had juicy middle school drama.

When he was laying down on the bed of the guest room, his phone started vibrating. Buffy was on Facetime, and he answered immediately saying, “Hey, Buff.”

“Hey, Cyrus,” Buffy grinned widely before switching the camera, “look who’s with me!”

Andi waved at the camera, “Hey, Cyrus!”

“Andi,” Cyrus grinned. “How are you? We haven’t talked in like four days.”

“I know right,” Andi laughed. “I’m fine. What about you?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” he said before registering completely that Andi was in Shadyside. “Wait,” he paused, “aren’t you supposed to be in Pennsylvania?”

“Yeah but a professor died, so they gave us two weeks off instead of three days and just postponed winter break.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I have no idea who he is,” Andi shrugged. “But where are you?”

“With my dad’s sister and her family. I’m just chilling and eating home made food before I go back,” Cyrus smiled. Andi moved over to sit next to Buffy and Cyrus noted that they were at the Mack’s place.

“So enough of that,” Buffy said and then looked at Andi who gave her a stern look. “Come on, let me tell him.”

“Well now you have to tell him,” Andi rolled his eyes.

“That’s very true,” Cyrus agreed.

“I know,” Buffy smirked. “That’s why I said that. Anyways,” she looked right at the camera, “we went to the mall with Amber in her car, but it broke down in the parking lot when we were leaving. She had to call TJ to come pick us up, which was already awkward enough because I always ignore him at school, but I was like whatever, it’s a twenty minute drive. Then in the car, literally, this man, I mean, boy, can ask any question. Any question in the world. Preferably, one directed at his sister, like you know, has your car been acting funky for a while? But he asks me and Andi, ‘How is Cyrus doing?’” Cyrus’ heart dropped. He hasn’t heard anything about TJ in so long he’s forgotten how to react.

“What did you say?” Cyrus asked nervously.

“I said that I charge $50 per fact,” Buffy said, “and he didn’t say anything else.”

“That’s weird,” Cyrus frowned. “I wonder why he doesn’t just ask Amber. I literally call her once a week, every Tuesday.”

“No idea,” Buffy said. “But maybe she just doesn’t answer him for the same reasons I didn’t.”

“Which are?”

“We love you.”

-

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[notartisticrendezvous]

harley quinn & poison ivy

TW: abuse (physical, emotional, verbal) 

buckle in kids, this is going to be a long one.

so lately I've been seeing people talking about how ivy is abusive to harley as well, just to a lesser extent, but is as equally toxic as joker x harley. it’s been used as a justification for supporting/shipping harley x joker and for shit talking harley quinn as a character. so im here to clear some stuff up.

now don’t get me wrong-- harley & ivy’s initial relationship was awful, especially as portrayed in the 2007 Harley & Ivy comic book. ivy was pretty physically aggressive with harley and said some hurtful things. i’m not going to sugar coat it, because the beginning of their relationship was not healthy whatsoever. 

HOWEVER, keep in mind the past of both characters, as well as more recent media.

a lot of people know harley’s backstory and how she was abused by the joker. but i feel like a lot of people forget that ivy was also heavily abused. she didn’t become poison ivy of her own free will, and there’s a reason she hates men. as pamela isley, she was seduced by her professor, jason woodrue (floronic man) and he uses her as his test subject in his experiments, completely using her and abusing her trust. he nearly killed her twice and drove her insane. when the authorities began to close in, woodrue just ups and leaves ivy in the hospital. her heart is broken, she feels betrayed, and she swears to never trust anyone again-- especially not men. so yeah, harley isn’t the only one with a messed up, ptsd inducing past

as those who have been through abuse may know or have experienced, it’s not uncommon to develop unhealthy coping mechanisms and/or behaviors as a result of a traumatic event. especially when the victim does not get proper help from professionals or other available resources. for ivy, she became hateful to the world, trusting only herself. when harley tries to get close, ivy pushes her away in the only way she can think will make harley permanently leave her alone: physical violence. now i am NOT condoning her behavior or saying it was okay in any capacity. there is no excuse for being violent towards anyone, especially a ‘friend’. but i’m just giving an explanation for the behavior.

at the same time, however, harley isn’t exactly the pinnacle of being the perfect partner. she doesn’t respect ivy’s space and is actually quite emotionally manipulative. despite the fact ivy constantly tells harley to leave joker, knowing that it pains ivy to see harley leave again and again to go back to her abuser, she continues to do so. harley has straight up left her ‘best friend’ for the joker, and no matter how many ultimatums ivy gives her, harley always chooses the joker. if you have a best friend who did this to you, how would you feel? 

so yeah, they both had some awful tendencies and treated each other awfully in the beginning. that’s just the fact of the matter. but also remember the context: they’re both abused individuals who have been through hell and back, and who are trying to cope the best way they know how. once again, it does NOT excuse their treatment of each other, but it does give in context.

however, despite everything, they watch out for each other and they stick together. they see each other as kindred spirits, and it’s what brings them together, and also what helps them to grow together, both as friends/a couple and as individuals. ivy learns to trust again, and is no longer physically abusive to harley. while she does have some tough love for harley at times, in recent years (2011-) she is doesn’t verbally accost harley anymore either. harley has learned to stand up to the joker and that she has self worth, and has since left the joker’s side, breaking her cycle of abuse as well as letting herself have healthier behaviors in terms of her relationships with others, especially ivy. harley & ivy have changed since the 2007 Harley & Ivy comic, where most people draw examples of their unhealthy relationship. not to mention, most people in comics know a lot of things get retconned, but one thing that has always been constant since Harley’s conception 27 years ago is that the joker abuses and uses her.

but unlike the joker, who discards harley time and time again, ivy is always there for harley no matter what. ivy even went as far as dressing up as harley so the joker would shoot her instead of shooting harley. in harley’s first comic appearance in batman adventures #12, when barbara hits harley a bit too hard in the head, instead of leaving harley out to dry or continuing her fight with the batgirl, ivy pushes barbara out of the way to check to see how harley is doing. when she saw harley on the verge of death after the joker tried to kill her by strapping her to a rocket, she healed harley up and even gave her immunity to her poisons and toxins despite not being terribly close to the clownette at the time. harley, despite her dislike of bugs and the outdoors, willingly goes to the amazon with ivy to help collect plants. she makes time out of her schedule, no matter what is going on, to visit ivy and take her on trips. she always checks to make sure ivy is okay with her relationships (such as when harley was interested in mason, or when harley picked up a ‘pet’ from the beach). she constantly reassures ivy of her love and affection for her, and to let ivy know that she has her back no matter what.

no relationship is perfect, and harley and ivy aren’t an exception to the rule. as I see it, you can either see the old harley & ivy (2007) as being retconned (seeing as since new 52 they’ve changed harley’s backstory anyway) or you can see it as a starting point for the development of a relationship between two abused individuals with unhealthy coping mechanisms who slowly heal together and push each other to improve as individuals and as in their relationship, and who now have a strong, loving, healthy relationship.

if you need instances/’proof’ of what i’m spewing, hmu. if you think I'm pulling the abuse leading to toxic behaviors out of my ass, hmu. like i said, i do not condone any abusive behavior, no matter what the excuse is behind it. however, context gives new meaning to things, even if it doesn't justify it. yes, harley and ivy did not have the best of relationships at the beginning, but their relationship as portrayed since 2011 is extremely healthy and loving. 

honestly for just about any relationship in comic books you can find an instance of abusive behavior. do you really think it’s a healthy relationship for catwoman & batman to be together, given they have physically fought each other repeatedly? I honestly have nothing against selina x bruce, but one can easily point to that as being abusive and unhealthy. same goes for lois and clark, seeing as lois has constantly shoved away clark until she found out he was superman, and suddenly he was good enough for her. anything can be twisted, but when given the full context, things change. and that goes for harley & ivy as well.

but one thing has always remained no matter the continuity: harley & joker are an abusive, unhealthy couple no matter what context. (yes, even in white knight-- i mean the joker/jack didn’t even recognize the fact the harley was proposing to wasn’t even the real harley. what does that say about him and how he viewed harley all those years?)

[krreader]

So yeah I wanted to request BTS fic where V, Jimin and reader are in relationship. And it would be the two male teasing her or other way around. Like Im sucker for dirty talk and ugh V's voice is so sexy.

title: teasing daypairing: kim taehyung x park jimin x readerfandom: btswarnings: poly!relationship ; teasing; sex;  threesome ; anal sex ; oral sex ; dirty talk (I mean, it’s a threesome, you can guess, I suppose haha)genre: pure smut

summary: teasing days were your favorite days.

a/n: got the request originally on my @rreader blog, but moved it here! anyways, thanks to the person for sending it to me it was BLOODY FANTASTIC AND LET ME JUST MAKE IT CLEAR THAT WE SUPPORT AND LOVE POLY RELATIONSHIPS HERE. THANK YOU; END OF ESSAY. now enjoy the smut (because seriously, that’s all this is.)

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Teasing days were your absolute favorites.

With Taehyung and Jimin’s jobs, it didn’t happen too often, both of them being a little too busy with sexting and the likes, but when it happened, it was glorious.

It would always end with at least one of you screaming and begging and, truthfully, that usually was you, not that you were complaining. 

Both of the boys had left a little earlier than you and it had started when you wanted to get into the shower and found a little note that said: “had sex here this morning. wanted to wake you, but you looked too pretty asleep”

You snorted and immediately decided to get back at them, sending them a nude, even though you knew they weren’t alone.

Soover the next hours, you would exchange numerous messages andselfies, showing each other just how needy you were.

Theywould tease you with pictures of them touching each other‘innocently’ that would have you squirm in your seat and you would inreturn send them selfies of yourself with nsfw text messagesunderneath.

Itwent on for a while, until you just couldn’t take it anymore andcalled it a day, walking over to your coworker and smiling sweetly athim.

“Dan?”

“Yes,noona?”

Perfect.The fact that he was calling you ‘Noona’ meant he’s in a good mood today. You could use that to your advantage and convince him to cover for you.

“I’vegot this emergency at home.. you think you can cover for me if anyoneasks?”

“Sure,noona! Just take care of yourself,” he smiled brightly and youwould almost feel bad for using him like this, but were you lying? Because insome weird way, this was an emergency, wasn’t it? Getting home to win this ‘game’ you and your boyfriends had been playing all day long?

“Thankyou, Dan! I’ll buy you dinner next week,” and with that, you rushedout of the office and into the elevator, making your way home, beforefinally falling into bed twenty minutes later and calling Jimin without a second thought.

Itdidn’t take very long for him to pick up and you could hear Tae inthe background, asking if it was you.

“So..I’ve got this problem and since neither of you is here, I have totake care of it myself.”

“Reeeeally?”you could practically hear Jimin’s grin, “Elaborate.”

“Well,”youwere already taking off your skirt and let your hands travel betweenyour legs, “Not really sure how to explain it, but it’s a reallywet problem, you know and..-” you moaned into the phone when youbegan touching yourself.

Taegrabbed the phone out of Jimin’s hand and whispered, “We’re notalone, Jagi, you can’t..-”

Didyou care? No. Did you continue? Absolutely. They had started it this morning, now they had to deal with the consequences

Ifthey were so busy, they could have ended the call. But they didn’t.No, they listened to every single moan and every single time youbegged them to come home to finish it.

Neitherof them said a word, so you just assumed they were quietly enjoyingthe show.

Thatis until the bedroom door suddenly got opened and you found both ofthe guys standing in the doorway with the phone in one hand.

“Wewere in a meeting.”

“Notanymore, apparently,” at this point, you were completely naked,your fingers glistening with your own juices, when the first,Taehyung, made his way over to you and pulled on your ankle, so thatyou were sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Peoplecould have heard, you know?” his hand came up behind your head andhe pulled on your hair a little, so that you were craning your neckto look at him.

“Iknow,” you grinned.

“Didyou come?” Jimin stood next to Taehyung, gently stroking yourcheek.

“Notyet.”

“Good.Turn around and get on all fours.”

Andwith that, the gentleness was completely gone and you knew this wouldtake a dark turn. Still, you grinned when you did what they wantedyou to do, just because you were so excited at the thought of what would come next.

“She’sa little too happy about this, don’t you think?” Taehyung leanedover to Jimin, who instead of answering, took of his sweatpants andwalked around the bed, so that he could kneel in front of you.

Itshouldn’t have surprised you that he was rock hard already,especially after all that teasing from all three sides.

Frombehind you, you could hear Tae take off all his clothes, then youcould feel his hands on your hips a moment later.

“Jiminhas been whining all day long, princess. He’s been so needy, wantinghis cock inside your mouth. I don’t think he can wait any longernow.”

Jiminwas surprisingly quiet and just looked at you. That was when he wasscariest. When his expression was blank and you couldn’t read him. Soyou immediately wrapped your hand around his shaft and a second later, yourlips around his tip. You wanted to be slow, but he wouldn’t have anyof that today. No. He grabbed your head and buried himself insideyour mouth as far as he could, so you had to gag for a moment.

Inthe meantime, while Jimin was fucking your mouth without mercy,Taehyung let his fingertips run over your lower back, before youcould feel them at your entrance.

“You’restill so wet. You enjoy Jimin’s dick so much, don’t you?” helaughed and grabbed your hips, aligning himself with your entrance,when he was sure you were wet enough. And you didn’t deserve foreplayafter you’ve teased them with the phone call, “Well.. I can’t blameyou. I do too.”

Andwith that, you were filled both with Taehyung’s dick and Jimin’s in your mouth andyou were once again reminded why you were so often on the verge of passing out after sex with the two of them. They drove you insane. Always had.

WhileJimin was fucking your mouth like there was no tomorrow and the tearswere already threatening to run down your cheeks from trying not togag anymore, Tae took his time.

Hewas the complete opposite of your other boyfriend right now.

Hishands were on your waist, gently entering and leaving your body againand again, while he watched Jimin fuck your mouth. Every once andagain, he would tell you how good you were doing and that he wasproud of you for doing so well. He was proud of you for not gagging,while Jimin shoved his dick into your mouth as far as he could.

“Hermouth feels so good, Tae,” Jimin’s head fell back, his mouth agapeand low moans were leaving his throat.

“Hmm,”suddenly, you felt incredibly empty when Taehyung fully left you andwalked around the bed, so that he could kneel besides Jimin, “Youwant to taste yourself on my dick, princess?”

Jiminslowed down and you released his dick with a plop, while right aftertaking Taehyung’s into your mouth. He didn’t do any work, unlikeJimin. This time, you had to do it all. And he was right. You couldtaste yourself on him and it turned you on even more. So much, thatyou moaned around his penis, the vibrations sending a shock throughhim, making him moan loudly.

Jiminpressed gently kisses against Taehyung’s shoulder, his one hand onhis boyfriends’ lower back, while his other stayed behind your head and brushedthrough your hair.

“Yourmouth feels so good wrapped around my cock, princess. Shit,” he bithis lip and his head fell back, his chest heaving heavily.

Jiminwatched the scene a moment longer, showering Tae with kisses all overhis neck and shoulder, until he couldn’t take it anymore and took theposition that Tae had before, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Fuck,she’s dripping.”

“Itold you. She likes being fucked like this, don’t you?” you triedto nod, while you still sucked him off, another moan leaving yourbody when you could feel Jimin enter you.

Itwas always interesting how different the sex was each time.

Sometimes,it was very loving, you lying on your side, while one of the boys wasbehind you and taking you softly, while you were making out with theother one lying in front of you. Sometimes Jimin was the gentle oneand showered you with love, while Taehyung fucked you so hard, thatyou knew you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. On other days, it was like today,were the roles were reversed. And then on some, both boys would notgive a shit and just fuck you into oblivion.

Youliked it all, really. What mattered to you was that they both werewith you. And even though you sometimes only had sex with one ofthem, you always preferred (both Jimin, Tae and you) to havethreesomes, rather than fuck with just one other person. Because after all, you loved each other equally.

Jiminhad a tight grip on your waist, slamming into you so hard, that thesounds of skin against skin echoed through the bedroom. Yourmoaning became louder and louder and Tae knew that he wouldn’t beable to hold back for much longer with the way those moans of yours felt around his cock, sohe pulled himself out and smiled when you started pouting.

Hewiped the bit of cum from your lower lip and got down on his knees, so that he could press a gentle kiss against your lips.

“Whatdo you think, love? Think you can take both of us today?”

“Please.”

Aw,now that is what always had the two of them smiling. They loved it whenyou were so needy that you begged them to fuck you at the same time.

Jimingrabbed your hair and pulled you up, not stopping his movements,while Taehyung laid down beneath you.

Youturned your head to the side, finding Jimin’s mouth against yours amoment later, while his hands wandered across your upper body,squeezing both of your breasts tightly and rolling your nipplesbetween his fingers a moment later.

Youarched your back against him and let out a loud moan, falling againstTaehyung a moment later, when Jimin gently pushed you against him.

Whenbeing in a relationship with two guys, anal was a topic thatnaturally had come up eventually,  even though it had never been something that youreally gave much thought to, you had often wondered what it wouldfeel like having both of their cock’s inside you.

Andthen one day, when Taehyung had fucked Jimin and Jimin’s head wasburied between your legs, you asked them if Tae could fuck you likethat as well. If he could take you from behind. Both boys immediatelyburst with excitement and had put in all effort to make it aspleasant as possible.

Andit really was. People often said that anal hurt every damn time, butby now, you were sure they were just doing it wrong. True, it didfeel a little.. uncomfortable at first. But if the guy was one thatwas experienced and cared about his partner, he would know not toshove his dick inside without any preparation.

Soboth Tae and Jimin always made sure to prep you for it, even if youwere often whining that you were ready to take them.

No,they had much more experience in this. They KNEW when you were ready.

Andyou were obviously thankful for it, even if it sometimes didn’t soundlike it, because it was absolutely always mind-blowing how good it felt.

Sowhen you straddled Tae and rode him like a queen, plastering wet kisses all over his neck, Jiminbegan fingering your ass, stretching you out and making sure you wereready for the real deal.

“Doyou want Jimin to fuck your ass, sweetheart?”

“Yes,”you breathed against his neck, fucking yourself on Jimin’s fingersand Tae’s cock.

“Doyou want him to fill you up, while I’m already inside you?”

“God,yes, please..”

Bothboys began chuckling and Jimin grabbed the lube from the bedsidetable, returning a moment later.

“Whatwas that about us punishing her? Because we’re doing exactly what shewants,” Jimin laughed, while the tip entered you slowly andcarefully.

“Howcan we not, when she’s being such a good girl now?”

Jiminpressed on your back, until you were flat against Tae’s chest, whoimmediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close as Jiminentered you more and more with each time.

“Doesit feel good, (Y/N)?”

“It..it does,” you bit your lip, pressing yourself harder againstTaehyung.

Asalways, Jimin took his time, while Tae eventually started pushinginto you again.

Thefeeling of both of them inside you drove you insane, even thoughJimin was barely moving.

Yourfingers were digging into the sheets beneath you and your moans wereslowly turning into screams, especially when Jimin finally was allthe way inside and you could feel him stretch you out so perfectly,that the pain turned into pure pleasure.

Itdidn’t take long for the boys to find the right rhythm, slamming intoyou at the same time, at the same speed and with the same force.

Andafter a few minutes, they were pounding into you so hard, that theentire room was filled with your screams, mixed with moans from theboys and the dirty sound of both of them fucking you.

“I..I can’t..-”

Thatwas enough for the guys to use up all the rest energy they had leftand fuck you so hard, that you were sure your neighbors would end upknocking at your door for screaming so loudly. And as if on queue, bothboys spilled themselves inside you, while you were still screamingand shaking from your massive orgasm.

Youcollapsed against Tae, your limbs feeling like jelly, while Jimincrashed on top of you, covered in sweat, but a content smile on hisface.

“Ilove teasing days,” Tae whispered, pressing first a kiss againstyour forehead, then against Jimin’s.

“Metoo,” the other boy whispered, pushing a strand of hair outsideyour face.

Youwere not in any position to move right now, still seeing stars frombefore and your body still shaking.

Butyou couldn’t agree more.

Thosedays were your absolute favorites.

[blaperile]

Homestuck Epilogues - Meat - Page 13 (Epilogue 2 Page 5)

[txicgf]

also dear god i hate myself so much right now like i don't know what's telling me my ego is too high right now and the individuality complex is showing and im being too obnoxious and over explaining myself too often too much but i am so much actually i know exactly what is telling me its me because my behavior is annoying by default and fidgety and i overexplain everything and i have apparently lost the ability to mask my emotions properly and everything i say unintentionally sounds like the most pretentious bullshit ever i fucking hate it

ALSO that's another thing and it's completely unrelated and not about self loathing and kind of feels like im proving my point about pretentiousness but holy FUCK all i wanna do rn is binge my list of movies with That Feeling™ with a person and talk about specific directors like fucking nerds and cinematography and shit and pretend like i know more about it than i do ..... im so LONELY and im almost 100% certain id bore someone to death by doing that but man. i just wanna smoke weed and marathon movies w/ someone :////// AND THEN GO ON A WALK

i just wanna talk about poetry and movies and the universe and all the things that that one annoying guy at parties who thinks he's cool because he listens to the smiths and won't shut up about politics would probably LOVE (bc i kind of am that guy) with someone and not feel like shit about myself for speaking i guess. i love talking and listening and connecting with people so much like it's probably a bigger reason i stayed in band than the actual fuckin music ykno? but SHIT now it's like i can't even open my mouth or respond to a text without wishing i never existed in the first place. i don't know how one person can take up so much space by default, its insane how much i am and how high maintenance i am just naturally. and yet somehow that sounds like the most self centered comment to make, huh?

it feels kind of terrible how self obsessed self loathing is. it's like ouroboros,,,,,, you hate yourself so you're hyper aware of everything about yourself and how you come across to others, and then that hyperawareness turns into obsession with how you present yourself, and then youre so caught up in it and self deprecation and negativity that at that point you ARE self obsessed, and that makes you feel like your self loathing isn't real or it's well hidden narcissism, which makes you hate yourself more and then the cycle starts again until there's nothing left in you

anyways im convinced im a self obsessed narcissist whos so stuck in my brain, i don't see the world as it is and instead mold it and manipulate stories and experiences to make myself look better and be the victim because no matter what i have to prove to myself and others that im the good guy, because i have incredibly strict morals to the point where if someone even slightly challenges them i immediately dehumanize them in my head and raise myself above them as some show of my individuality and how much better i am in comparison, as if it fucking matters anything. and if i can't make up or find some shitty excuse for myself? i wallow in that guilt and carry it on my person like a badge of honor, as if me being in pain is anything but parasitic. i broadcast all of my feelings to an embarrassing point compulsively, and then give nothing else to others in return - instead only to vanish until i need something from them again. OR i turn to drugs and avoid the issue until it's so big im literally on the verge of suicide.

im a parasite to others. a blood sucking leech. all i do is take and ever so slightly modify my behavior so i can change the narrative to my benefit. and everyone can see through me, nobody is happy with my game anymore. they're tired of it, of me, of dealing with it. and if they aren't? they should be. i am.

and all of that sounds like the most mentally ill bullshit in the world, and i know at least part of it IS my own delusions because shit. no one is gonna think about me or anything i do THAT hard, nobody is analyzing me like i do everything. but if you were me, you would feel the way i do. pfft if you were my sisters or aiden, you probably would feel the way i do.

part of me hopes maybe its just in my head,,,, i guess. i wanna blame it on a and say that's not how i am its just what she made me believe about myself but i know that if i showed this to someone close to me they would only try to reassure me because that's what you DO in that kind of situation, and when you get down to it,,,, there's a LOT of truth behind it, even if im hyperbolic. i AM self centered, i literally have a history of people pointing out my victim complex, and when ive brought up these concerns before,,,, some have even kind of agreed at LEAST.

even my personal obsession with "getting better" and self improvement is self obsessed and rooted in self loathing. and the whole '"'personal obsession with getting better and self improvement""" is like???? a normal human being thing and that sentence literally SHOWS the need for individuality and to be different. im so obnoxious.

and yet, i also offer: absolutely no solutions! just a constant stream of self hate and monologuing and whining without ever getting any better or doing anything other THAN hurting myself. im constantly seeking out how to be better to other people, how to present myself in a kinder or less intense manner etc but i forget that the best way to be better to others is to be kind to yourself and enjoy yourself because that's what others are attracted to, but i just can't seem to fucjin do it ! so instead, i keep everyone at an arms length and don't bring up my issues and never do anything about my issues ever and never do anything to figure out how to solve them because im useless! or, if i DO get comfortable enough to talk about my issues, i do them in such depressing detail and at a completely emotionally draining length, all the while offering absolutely no solutions to my problems - no high note to end on, no upsides, nothing. just bumming someone else out and then offering no empathy back. once again, a leech.

and im proving my entire point by writing this long. im tired. im gonna sleep

[rockbelric]

Freaky Friday chapter six

Eyyy, here you go. Im putting it all under a read more bc tumblr keeps fucking it up.

It’s time to get up. Riza stretched her legs and did a mental checklist of all the things she had to get done today.

I hope Roy doesn’t forget to pick up the tuxes from the dry cleaners, I’ll have to remind him just in case. And we have the breakfast meeting with the Governor today. Ugh, I hope it goes by fast, I hate that pompous ass. I need to call the mechanic for my car, he said it would be ready today. Oh, and I have a parent teacher conference with Selim’s teacher. I hope he’s doing well in school, I can’t handle another Winry. God, Winry. She better have an apology ready for me this morning, that little brat. I wonder why my alarm hasn’t gone off… Alright, I better get up.

Riza opens her eyes and is immediately disoriented. There were posters on the walls, instead of picture frames. She was in Winry’s room. Why the hell was she in Winry’s room? Did I sleepwalk last night? Is this some sort of prank?

Riza stands up and something doesn’t feel right. She doesn’t feel right. Looking down at herself she sees pajamas she doesn’t own. She sees feet that aren’t hers. Hands that aren’t hers. Boobs that aren’t hers. What the fuck?

Running to the vanity mirror, Riza sees Winry’s face staring back at her and grasps it in horror. Am I dreaming? This isn’t real, this can’t be real! She screams in panic.

“Winry! Come quick!” Selim runs into the doorway looking distraught. “Riza’s dead!”

“What?” she says aloud, confused now more than ever.

I’m dead! I died and now I’m stuck in Winry’s body? What the fuck is going on?

“Hurry!” Selim runs out and Riza follows. Her little brother is standing by her actual body laying on her bed. My God, she feels like she’s in the Twilight Zone.

“Look! She’s not moving! She didn’t even wake up this morning!” He gestures to the body that’s face down in her pillow. She certainly looks like she’s dead.

Horrified, Riza pokes her body, hoping to any God that’s out there that she’s not actually dead and that this is some sort of horrible nightmare.

Riza’s body groans and turns on her other side, trying to avoid any more prodding. Wait a second.

“She moved.” Selim’s eyes are round now, staring at his eldest sister. Riza tries to pull her body over so they can see her face but she resists, keeping her face planted in the pillows. “Five more minutes!” she muffles.

“What’s wrong with her, is she sick?” Selim asks Riza, who he thinks is Winry, completely worried.

“Selim, honey, why don’t you go downstairs and have breakfast? I’ll get her up.” Riza runs her hand over his hair to calm him down.

His twists out of her touch, “What are you doing? Did you just call me honey?”

“Um, yes, I mean, no. Just, go downstairs. I’ll take care of this.” She keeps her hands to herself this time, not wanting to frighten her little brother anymore than she is.

“Alright.” He looks at her unsure and walks out of the room, obviously confused at both his sister’s behavior.

Ok, If I’m in Winry’s body, then Winry must be in my body. What the hell am I saying? Like nightmares have any logic.

Riza shakes her body again, but she doesn’t react. “Hello. Wake up.” She jostles her harder this time. Her body groans and tells Riza to leave. Ok that is definitely Winry. More sure, Riza smacks Winry’s butt, which is weird because it’s actually her butt.

“Hey, you need to get up now! There’s something wrong!” When Winry still doesn’t move, Riza grabs her by the ankles and pulls.

Knowing all her sister’s tricks for trying to get her out of bed already, Winry holds onto the railings in her headboard. Only the railings are gone, there’s nothing to grab onto for some reason. What the hell? She gets pulled down her bed by the ankles and flops on the floor.

Riza drops Winry out of bed. “Get up!” she yells again.

“What the hell Riza? All I asked for was five minutes!” Winry yells back as she stands up. When she looks at her sister, she’s shocked into silence.

“Winry, listen, I know this is strange, but I’m just as confused as you are.” Riza says gently, holding out her hands to calm her sister down.

“What the hell are you?” Winry jumps on the bed to get away from her doppelgänger. “Why do you look like me?”

“Calm down. It’s me, Riza. I don’t know what’s going on either, but I think we switched bodies.” Riza points to Winry.

Winry looks down at herself in horror as she realizes she’s not in her own body either. She screams in terror, standing on her sister’s bed, in her sister’s clothes, in her sister’s body.

“What did you do?” She cries at her own body which is apparently her sister now.

“You think I did this?” Riza asks incredulously. “This is not my doing! This is some sort of nightmare, or something!”

“Are we high?” Winry asks feeling up and down Riza’s body, totally unsure of what she should do. “Did we do drugs last night?”

“What? No! We didn’t do any drugs, Winry!”

“Should we go to the hospital?”

“No! We are not going to the hospital! They will think we’re insane and lock us up in the psych ward for 48 hours! And I can’t be locked up! I have a wedding tomorrow!”

“Oh my god, I am not getting married! That’s not happening!” Winry shrieks in disgust.

“Ok, ok.” Riza assures her sister, like she’s got an idea.

“Ok, what?”

“There has to be an explanation for this.” Riza paces back and forth, “If this is a nightmare, then all we have to do is wake up!”

“Ok, how do we do that?” Winry gets down from the bed. “Do we just pinch ourselves?” She stands in front of her body.

“Yeah, let’s try it. Ready. One… two… three!” They both pinch themselves as hard as they can, their eyes clenched shut. Nothing happened.

“Ow! Shit!” Winry rubs the sore spot on her arm. “I don’t feel anything except a bruise, you?”

“Nothing.” Riza solemnly shakes her head. They both try to think of another way to fix their problem.

“O-ok, what about if we just,” Winry smacks her hands together. “Collide! You know. To get us back.”

“Yes! Like a jolt! Ok, you go over there and then we’ll run to each other, alright.”

“Alright!” Winry goes to the opposite corner of the room, crouching in her stance.

“Alright, ready… Go!” The two girls sprint at each other, colliding in the middle and falling backwards. They both groan in pain, rubbing their foreheads. “Ow, ok, that was stupid.”

“Yeah,” Winry agrees. “That really hurt.”

“Riza!” Selim calls for his sister as he walks back into her bedroom. When he sees them on the floor he asks, “What are you guys doing?”

Standing up, Riza thinks of a reasonable explanation. “Nothing! I was just, uh, teaching Riza some new dance moves. You know, for the wedding. Tomorrow.”

“Oh… k.” He turns to his other sister, “Can you come downstairs? Grandpa keeps asking me where the laxatives are. He says he’s constipated, whatever that is.”

“Not now, twerp. Can’t you see we’re a little busy?” Winry snaps, “Go be annoying somewhere else.”

Stunned, Selim steps back, eyes wide. “I said get out!” Winry shoves forward to threaten him and he scrambles out of the room in fear.

“Oh my god, you cannot treat him like that!” Riza scolds her sister. “He thinks you’re me!”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Pretend I’m you and you’re me?”

“Yes! We can’t let anyone know about this or they’ll think we’re crazy!”

“But this is crazy!” Winry gestures between them.

“I know, I know!” Riza grabs the sides of her hair, wanting to pull it out.

“What if it’s not just us? What if it’s like a thing that’s going on?” Winry suggests, “People all over the place could be switched and we don’t know!”

“Good idea! Maybe the news says something about it!”

Both girls run to check their phones and do a quick search on body switching. Unfortunately, there’s no breaking news on the phenomenon, only far-fetched science fiction articles and stories. They groan in frustration. “This is hopeless.” The younger sister moans.

“How about we check on Selim and Grandpa? Maybe they’re affected somehow.” Riza walks out of her bedroom with Winry following close behind. They slowly creeped down the stairs, trying not to be noticed by anyone else in the house.

At the kitchen table Selim was sitting across from their grandfather, who was reading a newspaper. “Grandpa, can you pass the milk?” he asked. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“They look pretty normal to me.” Winry whispers to Riza who nods in agreement.

“So, what could be the reason we’re switched?” Riza asks, “What happened to us?”

“Grandpa, pass the milk!” Selim says louder since Grumman doesn’t seem to hear a word. “Grandpa!” Selim begins shaking the table to get his attention. “Pass! The! Milk!”

Grumman notices the shaking and shoots up in his seat yelling, “Earthquake!” He runs outside the front door shouting, “Save yourselves!”

Both sisters gasp and look at each other. “The earthquake!” They say in unison. “It must have happened while we we’re at the restaurant last night!” Winry tells her sister. “That’s why we’re like this!”

“Exactly!” They run back to Riza’s room to finish solving the mystery of their predicament.

“The earthquake and LanFan’s crazy grandpa giving us those fortune cookies and talking in Xingnese. He must have done something to us.” Winry paces back and forth, putting the pieces together. “Some sort of curse.”

“Yes, it has to be it.” Riza agrees, tracing her mouth with her fingers. “It explains why nobody else felt it but us.”

“Well, I guess that means we have to go back there and make him change us back!”

“Yes, but, the restaurant doesn’t open until lunchtime, and besides, you have school and I have work.” She points out.

“You can’t be serious. Have you seen us?” Winry yells waving down at the body that wasn’t her own. “We’re not exactly ready to be going to school and work Riza, we’re in each other’s bodies!”

“I know that, Winry, but your teacher said you’re on the verge of being suspended! And, your placement exam is today! You can’t miss it!” Winry feels odd seeing her own body reprimanding her.

“Well, then have fun taking it for me! Because they surely won’t let a 30-year-old in there to take it!” She laughs back at her sister.

“Hey! I am not 30!” Riza points, “And I think I could handle a simple high school placement exam.”

“Yeah, right,” Winry scoffs, “Maybe you could have ten years ago.”

Glaring, Riza walks up to her sister, “Alright, so I’ll go to school for you, since you’ve been doing so amazing at it lately, and I’ll prove it’s not as hard as you make it seem.”

“Fine.” The younger girl shrugs, “And I’ll stay home until the restaurant opens and give Mr. Fuu a piece of my mind.”

Outside they hear the front door open and Roy’s voice calling Grumman’s name. Running to the window, Riza looks outside to see Roy’s SUV on the driveway, and him trying to pull their grandfather from the neighbor’s car.

“Oh my god, Roy!” Riza grabs her head in distress. Turning to her sister she says, “You can’t stay home today! We have a very important meeting with the overnor!”

“What! No way!” Winry shakes her head, eyes wide with desperation. “I have no idea what it is you do! I’d probably mess everything up!”

“Ok, ok, just hear me out.” Riza calms her down. “I just need you to show your face, you don’t say anything, you don’t ask anything, you don’t answer anything.”

“And what if someone asks me something?” Winry whines.

“Then just say… ‘I’ll get back to you on that.’ Alright? Nothing else, do you understand? You are not to say anything else.”

“I’ll get back to you on that?”  she replies incredulously. “How is that an answer?”

Riza smiles, “You’d be surprised, most of the time these people have no idea what they’re talking about. You’ll do fine, just keep your mouth shut.”

“Wow, so we’re really doing this, huh? We’re really going to be each other?”

“Yes, and then at lunch time we’ll go back to the restaurant and switch back. Problem solved.” They stare at each other for a second, totally unsure of what they’re about to do. “Well, let’s get to it, I’m sure we’re already late.”

“Ok.” Winry says quietly, extremely nervous at the thought of going to work as her sister and meeting the governor. She didn’t even know what was going on in her civics class, how was she going to keep up there? Looking down the cell-phone in her hand, a thought comes to her. “Wait, who’s phone do we take?” She asks holding up her phone.

“We’ll take our own.” Riza says walking back to Winry’s bedroom.

“Sounds good to me. Oh, and have fun changing without a door.” She smiles sweetly to her sister who frowns back.

They each do their best to dress themselves in each other’s clothes. Riza doesn’t understand why Winry needs so many crop tops. How have I never noticed she only wears half a shirt? Rummaging through the piles of clothes on the chair and desk, she tries to find something decent.

Winry on the other hand can’t find anything remotely appealing in her sister’s closet. Who even wears shoulder pads anymore? She finds a little power suit that’s cute yet professional and decides it’s as good as it’s gonna get.

When they meet out in the hallway they asses one another. “Where did you find that? In the back of my closet?.” Riza asks as they walk downstairs.

“Yeah, behind all the man suits and shoulder pads.” Winry retorts.

“Excuse me. I dress sensible, unlike you.” For emphasis Riza pulls down the hem of her shirt which was already riding up her stomach.

“Good morning.” Roy greets them, sitting at the kitchen counter with Grumman. “How did you two sleep last night?”

“Oh,” Winry gives an awkward laugh, “Hey… honey… Good morning.” She looks to Riza for help.

“We slept great Roy, thanks for asking.” Riza steps in. “Are you ready to take us to school?”

He’s shocked that Winry spoke more than three words to him. “Oh, yeah. I’m ready when you are.”

The family packs into Roy’s car. Winry was flipping through the radio as usual and finally settled on a rock station, humming along to the song.

Intrigued, Roy asks, “Who’s this?” Arching his eyebrow at his fiancée.

“What? You don’t know who Fall Out Boy is?” She wrinkles her face at him.

“Riza…” Riza warns from the backseat. If her sister screws up her engagement one day before the wedding, she was going to murder her.

“Sorry,” She apologizes to Roy, “I just have such horrible taste in music, you know, I thought you’d know better.” And gives him a forceful smile.

“It’s alright.” He reaches out to grab her hand while he drives. Winry stiffens and looks back at Riza, uneasy. Her sister just motions for her to go along with it.

Selim flicks Riza’s ear and chuckles when she whips around to reprimand him. “Can you settle down please?”

“Bite me!” He yells and tosses a paper ball at her head.

“Do you see what he does to me?” Winry turns in her seat. “He’s a little monster!”

“Stop it!” Riza scolds back. “Both of you!”

Huffing and sitting back in her seat, Winry tries her best to avoid any more contact with Roy. She already feels uneasy enough about having to hold his hand. She then ponders what Ed would think of her holding hands with a man that’s twice her age and has to keep her vomit down.

Arriving at Winry’s school, Riza is reluctant to exit the car. She’s suddenly uncertain about being able to handle high school life now that she sees the other students roaming on campus.

“Uh, Riza, can I talk to you outside for a second?” She pulls open the door and steps out. Winry quickly detaches herself from Roy and jumps out as well.

Outside, Riza asks for a briefing on Winry’s schedule, her friends, and her classes. “What’s the name of the girl? You know, the one who’s always climbing on the roof?”

“That’s Paninya,” Riza gives her a look as if she’s never going to remember that name but Winry ignores her, “Paninya, alright? And do me a favor, please?” She asks seriously. “Stay away from Ed, ok?”

At the mention of Winry’s childhood friend, Riza has to ask “Ed? Why?”

“Well, we’ve just been fighting a lot and I don’t want you to get in the middle of it.” Riza seems unconvinced. “Just do it, ok?” Winry cannot afford for her sister to find out that she’s had a boyfriend for months without telling her. That would jeopardize her relationship with Ed, especially if she finds out how far it’s progressed. Giving Edward the cold shoulder for one day is better than the consequences she would face if it all got out in the open.

Squinting her eyes, Riza coincides, “Fine, but I expect to hear the whole story when we’re back to normal.” Winry nods her head eagerly, relieved that her sister had agreed to her request.

“And one last thing,” Riza tells her sister before she turns back to the car. “Don’t alienate Roy, but please don’t kiss him.” She feels weird even having to ask.

“Ew, Riza, that’s disgusting.” Winry shivers in repulsion.