#i have 7 hours left til camp starts

[thearchangelwrites]

literally how do you plan a novel

[galaxysharks]

I feel like I want to post, not a 'rewrite' of season 3, because I do like the story and how most of it played out, but like a few extra scenes or scene add-ons that we could have gotten if the episodes were at a more standardized run length. More to show some of the relationships or traits we get told about.

Specifically to establish the camp as a home for Ej when not in SLC. He was so busy that he felt almost like a prop with dialogue in some aspects. Like he knows these people, two of them are his best friends, some he admittedly hasn't had a lot of time to update with his current life, but still.

03x01

Arrive at CSL (explain Val missing & general roles)

EJ: Where's Val? If you're collecting phones, who's setting up stage?

Maddox: flight delay, Val can't be in until tomorrow morning at the earliest. Dewey's rigging the lights.

EJ: you're going to spend 3 hours fixing those

Maddox: I know. When you're settled, stop by the office to grab your keys and badge.

Collecting the phones (explaining how everyone just has them anyway)

Maddox: if you really need it, there's a rotary phone by the barn, and some of the CITs have a key to the drawer these are in, but we do try to avoid using them.

Dewey (off screen): Gadget! This things broken again!

03x02

During Ej and Gina's talk at the barn

*bugle*

Gina: is she going to do that everyday?

EJ: be glad she waits til 7:00, Gadget wakes up at 4:00. ( Mainly because the hilarious parallel of neither sibling sleeping ever)

Gina: why?

EJ: it's so she can get things set up in time. The stage for rehearsals needs to be prepared, waking up camp, prep work for activities in the week. She's been a CIT since she was like 13, at this point, she runs this place more than Dewey does.

When Val and EJ are speaking in the office

Val: you know we own phones right? What happened this year?

EJ: a lot, I'm sorry there was so much going on at school and with college....

Val: you're fine, life happens. It was just radio silence for months then all of the sudden Maddox is texting me about some big mass apology for being a jerk and cheating and poisoning people? By the way, I don't think Maddox is going to let you borrow her keys to the pantry this year.

EJ: yeah that's fair.

Val: talk to us, especially if you need someone who won't take the problem home.

03x03

At the cast wall

EJ: Stage Manager, Where's Val? I need to talk to her about the cast list.

Maddox: Mallory's sick, Val is filling in for CIT for the sporting cabins, they're doing nature walks today.

When EJ stops by with flowers

Maddox making a point to time the two minutes exactly.

Rules of camping

EJ: Also, no walking alone in the woods, and stay on the paths. If you do get lost, stay put and yell out, Maddox will come get you faster than you'll wander back. No switching tents, so make sure you like your roommate.

At Ej's Tent

Maddox: let's make a deal, if you sing the ballad of shallow Lake, I'll come back here afterwards and we can sort out the set design. That takes one thing off your plate. I can get started construction tomorrow.

EJ: don't you want to scare the new kids, Woman in the Woods?

Maddox: I set up speakers, left a Gillie suit out and gave Crash two boxes of candy to creep around the fire during storytime, I'm sure people will get plenty scared. This is important to you, so let's make sure it goes well.

EJ: you're evil on Halloween, aren't you?

When Carlos and Kourtney are with Ej

EJ: Kourtney, there is no Woman in the Woods, it's Maddox. She likes scaring people on Newbie night. The russling, the screams, it's all her. Shes trying to get you to have fun.

Kourtney: making cardiac arrest contagious is not fun.

EJ: yeah, this is, unfortunately, Gadgets A-game with socializing. I think you guys make her nervous. Either way, she's done for tonight, so you can relax.

[vernalseason]

Here's why I'm so goddamn feral about The Bear.

I ran an ice cream store for about five years. No, it wasn’t fine dining, it wasn’t even a restaurant, but it was still food service. We were in a vacation town, and our place was the only ice cream store in the area, and the ice cream was GOOD. Customers used to ask me all the time if I got sick of eating it and I’d say no, and I meant it. It was reasonably fancy as ice cream goes, with some pretty out-there flavors, but mostly it was just GOOD. Super flavorful, dense but not chewy the way that some ice creams get where it feels like it’s stretching unnaturally when you pull your spoon away…

Point is, it was an ice cream shop in a tourist town, and in the summer we got killed during service every single night. Nonstop lines from 7 til 12 or 1 in the morning, no breaks. We got after-dinner crowds, after-show crowds, hordes of camp kids a busload at a time, and it might not have been fine dining but we worked HARD. We had 8, 9, 10 people on peak days all scooping, cleaning, making milkshakes (which is The Worst, in case you were curious), restocking by running down rickety definitely-not-to-code stairs to our tiny walk-in and hauling ice cream up 4 boxes at a time—because goddamn it, time was valuable and running up and down the stairs sucked and no one was going to go down multiple times when you could just grab 4 at a time and grit your teeth and shove them onto the counter upstairs feeling like you’d just benched your own body weight.

At the start of the summer, Memorial Day weekend, we were at our absolute peak. Following a truly herculean hiring effort aided by the promise of unlimited free ice cream, we had a crew of 20-odd overcaffeinated teenagers and twentysomethings who were working a truly awe-inspiring pace to kill the line. My favorite moments were, variously:

Being so busy I had to run two registers simultaneously, waiting for Square to process a transaction on one (chip card readers were murderously slow in the early days) while taking cash on the other;

Absolutely shattering every store record on a Saturday night with a skeleton crew and getting approval to order 12AM pizza on the company card, and taking a long, long hour to eat before we finally had to get around to scrubbing the calcified ice cream off the floors;

Gearing up to call for a restock on spoons, napkins, and other such necessities only to find that my assistant manager was behind me with a milk crate of those very things;

And so on.

There was about a month and a half of beautiful, well-staffed, smooth-running time before things frayed at the edges. Suddenly the factory couldn't get enough ingredients, since the company was chronically broke (turns out wholesale ice cream is a bad idea, folks; retail is where it's at), or the store walk-in broke down and we had to resort to chest freezers for storage for a month, or, most commonly, we started losing staff. I was always after the owner of the company to hire more year-round full-time staff, but there was always something more urgent for him to spend money on, like rent. So inevitably our staff would start leaving for college, and we'd be left with about half to a third of the staff we really needed to run. Which is when things started getting bad.

There are only so many doubles you can work before you start losing your grip on reality. I recall one day in August when I was somehow, improbably, the only person available to fill an entire day of shifts, and worked from 9AM pre-open to 11PM at night. The only thing that I remember is that the tips were phenomenal. But by Labor Day weekend we were down to our last seasonal staff and the entire core crew had worked at least two doubles that week and we limped into the off season with about two remaining brain cells between us.

Anyway. This post was supposed to be about The Bear.

I've never seen a show—or at least, never seen a FICTIONAL show—that so deeply understands what it means to be in food service. I watched the first episode in absolute awe of how they captured the intensity—just GOING until you get a moment to yourself in the bathroom, in the walk-in, in the office. And when you slow down, you think about how tired you are. How burnt out. How much all you really want is just to sit, maybe eat a slice of pizza, and stare into space for an hour. But then you go back out, and you get back to work.

I've also never seen a show that so accurately captures what it looks like and feels like to be a manager. Carmy losing his temper, giving in to that righteous anger in 'Review'—how DARE you not cover your station, how DARE you leave me with this mess that you created—I've been there. I'm not proud of it. I didn't punch a ticket printer, or scream in anyone's face, but I lost my cool, and that sticks with me. You don't get to take it back. You apologize (even if you were right), you patch things up, but no one ever really forgets.

But the show also does justice to one of the great joys of the service industry: getting to see people improve. One of my favorite subplots is Tina going from sabotaging Sydney to respecting her, trusting her, defending her. But mostly, it's my favorite because we see her get BETTER. She goes from just holding down her station to being a pro, from throwing things together to being careful, and thoughtful, and focused. And that moment when Tina says 'thank you, chef', and means it, really MEANS it, that's the kind of thing that gets me all teary. Because it's so much more than just 'thank you', but you'd have spend a hell of a lot longer to get it all out.

I guess if I was going to trace my rabid and, so far undiminished love of the show to a single thing, it would be the fact that it makes me feel seen. I haven't done that much reading on the people who made the show, but enough of them clearly lived this life or got close enough to it that they understand what it does to people, and what it requires of them. I loved working in food service, and sometimes I even miss it. I loved getting to make people's days, to give kids their first-ever ice cream, to feel like people were leaving in a better mood than they came in. And I met my partners through this life, all three of them, which is as exactly as wild and improbable as it sounds. But every time I look back on it fondly, I make myself remember that it was miserable too. The late nights, the early mornings, the days off cut short by delivering emergency stock or jumping in to cover a shift or just ending back up at the shop out of habit. The crushed toes and ragged wrist tendons and hoarse throats, the constant phone calls or checking sales to try and anticipate if we needed more staff. The sensation that after service, the rest of the world was dim in comparison.

I sank so much time and energy into that life, and I think the last thing I love about The Bear, the other thing that makes me tear up a little bit, is that for them it turns out alright in the end. They work through the problems, they make things run smooth, and they get the chance to build the place they dreamed about. That was always what I wanted, what I was working toward—the chance to make things better. And even in fiction, it makes me happy to see that come true.

[lovelygacha1]

Dekusquad's Bladder Adventures In Tokyo City

Chapter 1: The Train Incident

Summary

Kirishima, Ashido, Karminari, Deku, Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka, Jiro, Tsu, and Momo, take Japan's newest and latest technology, the Shuia SiSi Bullet Train to travel outside of Japan City to explore for the rest of the summer. But things hit a snag on the way to their hotel, when the train is delayed due to something blocking the tracks, and all the of engines being out of commission.

And on top of that, Todoroki didn't use the restroom before leaving the house and now he has to pee really badly; the toilets are still in operation, but he refuses to go as he has a shy bladder. He won't even tell his schoolmates or Deku (Midoriya) he has to go, can he make it?

(Warning! Involves oromashi, and cursing don't read if you don't like it)!⛔🚫🚫🚫🚩🚩🚩

It was 3am in the morning when Deku, (a.k.a Izuku Midoriya) wakes up, he goes take a shower, tosses on clothes, and grabs his suitcase. He headed downstairs where his mother Inko Midoriya was waiting. "Good morning Izuku dear, are you ready?" His mother asked. "Yep just eating breakfast, oh and good morning mom!" Deku said eating freshly made eggs and bacon.

"Got everything packed, shirts, pants, some underwear, etc.!" He chirped happily. "Would you like me to drop you off at the station, it's early." Inko asked worryingly. "Oh, no I'm going with my other friends!" "Other friends?" His mother asked inquisively. "Yeah, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Kirishima, Ashido, and Kaminari!" Remember them?" Deku said confidently.

"Oh right, I forgot! But please be safe out there, it's 3:40am in the morning!" Inko said worryingly. Deku's mom always worries about him, especially when he was involved in the attack at USJ By the League of Villains. Also the attack at summer camp a couple weeks ago.

And on top of that, he had multiple injuries to his arm and legs due to using his one for all. "Hey it's okay I'll be careful, we can use our quirks in case anything bad happens. I'll let you know when I arrive!" Deku said reassurly.

"Fine, just please call me every 2 hours!" Inko sighs deeply collecting dirty dishes from the table. "I will, bye mom!" He said grabbing his suitcase from the side of the table and ran out the door. There the other 6 were waiting for him. "Hey Izuku, are you ready?" Iida asked. "Yep, all packed and ready to go!" Deku replied. The 7 friends left Deku's house and to the train station, that's when everyone decides to pee before their train arrives.

"Let's all pee before the train arrives! After all it doesn't get here til like 5:30am." Kaminari said pointing to the bathrooms. "Good idea! Let's go!" Ashido said grabbing Uraraka by her arm. "Wait hey I'm goooooood!" She shrieks getting pulled in the girls bathroom. Later Tsu and Jirou show up with staircases in hand. "Jirou, Tsu! You're coming too?" Kaminari asked, "Yep, and Momo will join us later too!" Tsu said.

"I'm here, sorry if I'm late, I heard that you guys are taking that new bullet train, and I had to come, but packed last minute." Momo called out from the other side of the train station running with a golden velvet suit case. "Wow that's huge! You're really rich Momo!" Ashido said popping her head out from the bathroom.

Everyone but Todoroki used the bathroom, he never went this morning, because his was broken, thanks to his older brother breaking the pipes. He couldn't wait for it be fixed as he was worried about missing his train, so he left to catch up with everyone else. He sat on that bench squirming a bit which caught Kirishima's attention.

"Hey Todoroki, are you alright? You don't look so good..." Asked Kirishima. (I can't let anyone find out I need to pee. I have a shy bladder, and public restrooms just makes me nervous! Thank's a lot big bro!) "Uh Todoroki, hello?" Kirishima starts snapping his fingers. "TODOROKI!" "Ah, whoa oof.... Ouch..." Todoroki yelps as Kirishima shouts in his ear.

"Ugh, what the fuck Kirishima... What the hell was that for?!" Exclaimed Todoroki, trying to regain his posture. "Sorry man, but I was trying to ask if you're okay, but you weren't responding..." "Oh, sorry yeah I'm fine..." He answered while fidgeting. "Hey, everyone's using the bathroom, the train will be here in about an hour; you should go too!" Said Kirishima pointing to the bathroom across from where they're sitting at.

"Yeah, I'm good Kirishima I don't need to go!" He lied, "Yes you do." "No I don't!" "Yes you do!" "NO I DON'T!¡!!" "YES YOU DO!!!" Kirishima and Todoroki went back and forth on it, causing everyone else at the station staring. Jirou jacked both of their ears with her earphone jack out of irratation.

*Both of them* "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THAT FOR JIROU?!" They both yelled which gave them another shock to the ear. "Enough, both of you! Whatever you're fighting about, not in public! People are staring!" Jirou pointed out. "Oh, sorry..." They both apologized, feeling ashamed. Kirishima eventually gave up and let it go..... But if only Todoroki would listen to him.....

(I know he needs to go, I just have to keep an eye on him, he's going to have an accident though... I don't want a repeat of last time....) Kirishima thought. (Gah, I really have to go, but I don't want to at the same time, I'll be fine! I mean what's the worst it can happen?) I wouldn't jinx yourself if I were you Todoroki.....

One hour later…...

"All board on the on the Shiua SiSi Bullet Train! The next transportation of the future!" Shouted the conductor of the train. Deku, Uraraka, Iida, Momo, Jiro, Tsu, Ashido, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Todoroki boarded the train with no problems. As they got on... They see state of the art tv screens, waiters, booth cars, etc.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow! This is even better than I thought!" Ashido said excitedly jumping up and down. " this place is even more high tech than my family's mansion!" Momo exclaimed her eyes twinkling with gleam. "Whoa dudes there's robots!" "What?! No way..." Kaminari and Kirishima exclaimed in surprise. "Imagine of Bakugou was here, he would blow them up, and ruin our fun!" Uraraka sighed.

"Yep I agree, he's scary when angry, glad he decided not to come with us!" Deku said sweating in fear just imaging it. Todoroki didn't care at this point, he was way too busy focusing on trying to get his bladder under control. "Todoroki, you okay?" Iida asked feeling concerned. "Huh what, oh yeah I'm fine I'm just ready to get show on the road!" Todoroki reassured him walking to his seat.

Deku checked the time on his phone, and stepped out the seatting car. "I better call my mom!" He said. "Overprotective much? It's no wonder he can't get pass her, he's mama's boy how childish and embarrassing!" Kaminari said laughing his ass off. "I heard that Kaminari!" Deku said through the door of the quiet car.

Everything was going smoothly, all of the passengers were relaxed, people being served by robots.... Jirou and Momo were listening to music, while Kaminari and Ashido slept the whole entire trip. Deku was in the quiet car talking to his mom, Tsu's reading a book on frogs, Kirishima just left to go the bathroom, and lastly but not least, Todoroki was watching something on Funimation, and desperately trying to get his urge to pee under control.

4 hours later.....

4 hours had passed since they left, they've just arrived at Tokyo City famous for they're delicious sushi. "Next stop, Tokyo City!" Yelled the conducter. "Ah, yes finally! We're here yeah!" Cheered Karishima. "Huh...what.... where are we...?" Kaminari asked yawning and stretching his arms. "Tokyo City you idiot! Come on you missed everything!" Ashido said bonking him on the head. "What ow! Mina that's mean! And who are you calling an idiot?! I was tired okay!" Kaminari tried defending himself. "And if I recall... You also fell asleep!" "Okay, true that...." Ashido backed down.

"Todoroki, hey Todoroki! Time to get up we're here!" Deku said gently, his eyes flew open and fell off of his seat. "Hm? We're here?" "Yeah come on, the others are waiting for us, I got your luggage right here!" Deku said handing him an icy/scrotched suitcase. "There you 2 are let's gooo!!!" Kaminari said excitedly.

"Todoroki, are you okay? Kirishima told me you didn't use the bathroom this morning...." Deku said pulling him aside. "Wait Kirishima told you....." Todoroki trailed off glaring at him, Kirishima whistles innocently and walks away. "It's not like I need to piss or anything..." He said still squirming. "Todoroki, you could'be gone on the train.... Come on you need to go now!" Deku grabs his hand and tries to get him to pee, but then Iida calls them over.

"Hey what are 2 doing over there, we need to stick together!" "Okay, I guess we figure this out later.... Can you hold it?" Deku sighs in annoyance. "Yeah of course I can, like I said I don't need to go!" (Yes I do, and no I can't!) Todoroki answers in dishonesty. Deku crossed his arm and raised an eyebrow, he didn't believe him, but they have to before...... "Hey come on you 2 slowpokes, what you waiting for? An invitation?" Kaminari shouted for the other side of the street.

As they catch up with the others, they did everything from taking pic, to eating delicious food, and going to a fair! "Man that ferris wheel's calming and fun!" Said Ashido. "But what about the coaster, the Titanium of Silver Death was epic!" Exclaimed Kaminari. "Ugh, speak.... *Gags* for yourself..." Jirou said gagging in the middle of her sentence. "That was horrifying, way too many monsters and death killing machines.." Deku said shaking. The ride was so scary that Jirou got sick, Tsu passed out, both Kirishima and Deku were horrified, then Todoroki almost peed himself.

Both Ida and Momo thought this ride is way too violent and unsafe, in a meanwhile Uraraka tries to calm Deku down. "It might be best if we all take the train to the hotel, I made reservation there!" Momo suggested carrying poor unconscious Tsu in her arms. "Yes Momo, even my engine is Tuckered out." Ida said looking to see his engines deflate.

"What no, come on guys we can't go yet! There's so much to do, so much to see!" Kaminari replied. "Yeah, there's more than 1 ride to go on!" Ashido whined. "Sorry guys, but we're done for the day." Said Ida. "Yeah plus......*Gags* there's... *gags again* always...*Retches* tomorrow.... Jirou gagged and retched as she talked. "Yeah, plus some of need to lie down, or recover." Momo said carrying poor unconscious Tsu.

"W-W-what's going on?! And w-what happened?" Tsu asked stuttering awake. "Oh Tsu, you're awake, you passed out on the spot the minute the coaster picked up speed!" Momo explained carrying her. "Yeah, we're going to the hotel, turns out Momo's family owns it!" Ida said keeping the now conscious frog up to date. "Wow! A family hotel! You're really are rich Momo!" Tsu was really surprised.

Todoroki's at his limit now, his bladder crying out for relief. He started leaking again, but this time leaking through his underwear. A wet spot started to form on his pants, which caught everyone's attention. "Uh Todoroki, what's that wet spot on your pants?" Iida asked staring him down. (Oh boy, how can he get out of this one, it's never going to end well...) Thought Kirishima, as he looks through his backpack for extra clothes.

(Wonder what Kirishima's doing? Fishing for something to cover up I guess?) Deku thought questionly. "Oh well I fell in a puddle near bye!" He said really losing control of himself. "Uh there's no puddles near here, are you trying to lie?" Ashido asked suspiciously. (Damn it, they aren't buying it! Let's try something else!) "Uh hey, don't we have a train to catch? After all the next one doesn't come for another 2 hours..." Todoroki tried changing the subject.

"Oh yeah, we better get going, or we'll miss it?" Momo said nodding and carrying Tsu. "Easy does it now Midoriya, easy..." She said softly using her anti-gravity quirk to levitate Deku. "I-I-I-I'm f-f-fine U-U-Ur-r-rarka... I-I-I'm not s-s-scared..." Deku stuttered. "HI!" Shouted Kaminari, Deku screams in horror literally running nowhere. "Put me Uraraka! Put me down please!" Deku pleaded. "Sorry, but I don't trust you on the ground... After what you did to your leg." Uraraka sighed touching herself to fly up to get him.

"Hahahaha! The look on your face, hilarious!" Kaminari was falling on the ground in laughter. "What the hell Kaminari?! It's not funny; now Uraraka has to get him!" Shouted Kirishima who's dealing with a shaking Todoroki. "Yeah you damn idiot! Not cool! Are you okay Deku?" Mina said bonking Kaminari in the noggin.

Deku nodded yes, shaking while Uraraka finally caught him in her arms. They both blushed, realizing how close they are together. "All aboard on the Shuia SiSi Bullet Train!" Yelled the conducter sticking his whole body out of the engine car. "Alright, that's our train! Let's go, and and line up in proper manner!" Iida said chopping the air.

Everyone just ignored him and just went inside all at once. Momo's carrying Tsu, while Ashido's dealing with Jiro gagging, Uraraka floating inside with Deku in his arms, Kaminari begging Iida to stay a little longer, and Kirishima helping Todoroki on the train. As they take off, Kirishima tries to figure out how to get him to go to the bathroom.

1 hour later.....

(Just relax Todoroki, don't think about water or the urge to pee, you'll be fine...) Define "fine" for me will you Shoto? Kirishima sat next to him trying to convince him to pee, but he still flat out refuses unfortunately..... Deku eventually calm down and approached Todoroki saying: "Todoroki-Kun, just go! I don't want to hurt yourself." "Like I said before, I don't need to go!" He remains additment. "Then, Kaminari joins in the conversation.

"Dude, don't you remember the last time you held yourself like that? You almost got an Bladder infection! And on top of that and accident!" He pointed out as he felt everyone's eyes all on him. He flushed, he was embarrassed and said: "I thought we weren't going to speak of that! Not everyone needs to know that...." He said muttering. "This isn't going to end well..... He's going to need new clothes after this." Kirishima said mumbling to himself.

"Alright just a few more stops and we'all be....." Then the train statrted to speed causing people to worry before coming to a complete hult, sending everyone flying out of their seats. "Whoa, what the hell just happened?" Kaminari asked surprisingly. "Is everyone okay, are any of you hurt?" Iida asked worryingly.

Everyone's response was a "yes," "a maybe," "or a no;" as they picked themselves off of the ground. "Whoa what the...*Gags*crap!" Jiro said gagging again. "Jiro, sweetheart it's better not to talk while being sick, you gag every time you Talk!" Momo said warning her. "I wonder what happened...." "Attention all passengers! We just hit a snag on the road due to something blocking the tracks and engines being out of commission!" Announced the conducter through the speakers.

"Everyone please relax as well get these problems fixed and figure out what's on the tracks! Thank you for your patience!" "What the hell's that supposed mean?! We can't go to the hotel, are you serious?!" Said an very irritated Kaminari. "Okay everyone remain calm the captain said everyone stay in there se...." "Stay seated my ass! I can't relax it's late!" Whined Mina.

Todoroki's eyes wide with horror after hearing this, not only does he have social anxiety, but his need to pee grew more, and more painful, causing a forceful spurt of urine out. (No, no, no, not here not now! I'm 16, I'm too old for this, I can make it, I can do this I can....) "Agh, no ow!" He winced. "Todoroki, are you sure you're alright, 'cause it looks like you need something...." Tsu asked worryingly. Shoto nods as he uses his jacket to cover up his wet pants and rock back and forth.

Kirishima grabs him by the hand and pulls him away from the nosy eyes of their friends and into the quiet car. "Okay Todoroki, you'be been holding it in since this morning!" You aren't fine! You have to pee, and your going whether you like it or not!" Kirishima said as Todoroki was on the verge of crying. He wiped his tears away as Deku enters to call his mom saying that everything's fine, just they're stuck for the time being.

"Izuku, are you alright, because I'm hearing that the train engine gave out, and something's on the tracks!" Inko asked. "It's okay mom! Their getting it fixed, we're going to make to the hotel, I promise!" Deku reassured her. After about 20 minutes, he hung up the phone and turned to see his 2 friends behind him. "Oh sorry about that guys that's mom worrying again...." He apologized.

"Now about this, Todoroki, Kirishima's been telling you all day to go pee, I talked to the train conductor, and he said that the bathroom's are operational still, you can go!" He urged. "No please, I'm fine, I don't..... Aghhhh, ooh, eek!" He trailed off feeling a sharp pain to his bladder again. "I-I-It hurts... I-I-I c-can't hold it a-a-anymore...." Todoroki finally admitted as another forceful stream come out.

"Okay, you take him to the bathroom, I'll get Momo and Iida, she can make him some new clothes. And Iida knows what to do, he'll help with this!" Deku instructed. "Okay got it! Don't worry dude he's getting help let's go...." Kirishima said supporting him. Finally they make it into the bathroom. Iida discrates the others while they both snuck into the empty bathroom.

Todoroki removes his wet pants and boxers, he hands them to Deku who relieves Kirishima of bathroom duty, and hands him clean clothes made by Momo. He was in seriis pain after holding himself for too long, but with Deku And Kirshima's help, he finally released today'sfluids in the toilet. Later he comes out of the bathroom now cleaned, and feeling much better, for now...... 'Cause knowing Todoroki, both Kirishima and Deku knew that this isn't over yet!

[viking-raider]

A Year Late - Chapter One

Summary: The world has over. Months later, 9 people are traveling the U.S, Canada and Mexico just trying to survive the eaters...zombies, the people effected by the disease that ended the world. But, the important question is: Can they survive?

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Word Count: 5,087

Rating: PG-13 - Apocalypse AU, Zombies, Language, Violence, Blood, Gore, Survival, Weapons, Death, Angst, Pain and more 

Inspiration: I don’t know. I’ve never watched anything like the Walking Dead or anything, I have seen I am Legend, though. But, it just sorta came to me, once upon a time, and here it is. This is also a third revision of the story, so if you find it elsewhere, that’s me, being weird and recycling some of my stories for new muses. lmao

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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'The world as you know it is over.' There was a long deafening pause. 'A catastrophic catastrophe as swept over the nation, no ladies and gentlemen, the world. The end of the world is here and it has claimed the human race. This is Ron Sidwald signing off for the last time...ever, for Channel 12 news, November 5, 2019. God be with you all.'

Static and hissing is all that's left from the 6 month old news cast that still ran in random intervals all over the now nothing but dust, rust and abandoned desert that was once the flourishing United States of America. The world population of 7 billion as been reduced drastically to an unknown number ranging in the possible 3,000s. But, that was just a wishful thought of the ones that were still alive and unaffected by the disease that claimed their people and perfect life they had, though, they didn't know how perfect it was.

Until it was gone.

A rock sailed through the air, disappeared in the glare of the unforgiving sun and clinked into a rusty old Folgers coffee can that tipped and rolled around on its round rim bottom, then righted itself and settled back onto the dusty ground. "Woo!" A shout was hollered from the top of a modified, faded yellow, school bus. "Rock in one. Beat that, Tank!" "Oh, fuck you, Toombs. That was just a lucky shot." Tank grumbled, jumping off the top of the bus and picking up the rocks he and Toombs had been tossing into the coffee can to pass the time. "Hey yo, Link! When does Sy, Zero and Trix get back from wherever the hell they're going too?"

The beefy, over tanned Hispanic shrugged his shoulders as he cleaned his AK-47; his two Glock 18C extended clip, automatics were already cleaned and reloaded in his shoulder holsters. Link never said much, but he was good shit when it came to using his guns and getting the job done. Those qualities were the reason Sy and Zero valued him so much in these times. "Where'd they go?" Toombs asked, sitting back in the fold up lawn chair on the top of the bus, pulling on his sun goggles. "To that city we saw on the map on the way here." Link answered, pushing bullets into a new clip for the AK. "Are you fucking serious?" Tank boomed. "That shit was like seven miles from here and its almost sun down!"

Link shrugged again, putting the clip into the gun. Throwing the rocks down to the ground, Tank shoved his way into the bus, took the radio off the dashboard and held down the button on it so hard the hot, black plastic around it, cracked. "Sexy 'n' Sleek to Fuck You, over." he called and released the button to wait for Trix's response. There was a bit of static, before it came in. "This is Fuck You, come in, Sexy 'n' Sleek." static. "Over." "What the hell are you guys doing, going to a city seven miles out of zone!" Tank chewed Trix out. "We need to get supplies and we can't.." static. "..so Sy and Zero decided to come. We'll be back in no time. We just got here, over." Trix answered. "Let me talk to Sy." Tank growled. There was no answer. "Fucking over!" he barked. "Sy, isn't in range at the moment, here's Zero. Over." Trix replied. Tank leaned over, rested his hand against the hot dashboard and hung his head. "I don't want to talk to Zero." he sighed to himself, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the side of his arm. "Zero here, over." Zero's annoyed voice came in. "What's up, Tanker?" "Why the hell didn't you and Sy tell us you were going into the city for supplies, this fucking close to sun down?" Tank asked, his anger controlled. Pissing Zero off wouldn't get anyone, anywhere. "We told Link and that's what matters." Zero answered. "He has his orders, now stay off the fucking line. Over and out." Throwing the radio receiver, Tank rattled back off the bus and climbed back up into the roof. "What's up, T?" Toombs asked as Tank dropped down into a plastic deck chair next to him. "Nothing." Tank growled. "They'll be back in a bit. Link's left in charge till then." "Okay." Toombs shrugged, indifferent by it all.

Sy thumbed the smooth wood of her English longbow, other than the five guys she rode with, it was her best friend, just like the 50 thin bobtail arrows in the quiver she made and had strapped to her back. In case she ran out of arrows, she had two EAA Witness Match Semi Automatic Pistols, one in a left shoulder holster and one in her back waistband, along with a 5'' Gerber paraframe II knife in her right combat boot. She looked over at Zero, who was walking on the other side of the street from her, she looked him over. Dirty and torn cameos. Military FAMAS strapped in front of him, index finger at the ready above it, his two extended clip and automatic Tarurus PT92s in their holsters and bumping against his thighs in the rhythm of his walk, and his long knife in its holder across his back. Zero was Sy's brother, he was 2 years older than her and the only one she hadn't lost at the end of the world. Sighing heavily, she shifted her gaze from Zero to Trix, or the little twerp as she called him. Wasn't more than 18, about 6 foot and a buck forty. Skittish as hell, slow in the head and annoying like a horse fly. But, he was good with technical things like the engine to the bus, the radios and other things like that. He didn't look right, right now with a S2 sub-machine gun in a shoulder strap around his neck, hand gripping the handle like life and love needed it, 12in hunting knife poking out of his timberland and the 2 LD Jungle knives she let him use held to his scrawny right thigh. The only thing that looked right on him was the military radio backpack slung over his shoulders, so they could stay in contact with Link, Toombs and Tank at the bus, in base camp. Made Sy sad to see someone Trix's age having to do shit like this just to fucking survive. "I don't think we're going to make it back by dark." Zero's voice called, bringing Sy out of her daze, just to sigh heavy again and pull off her Tan colored Military goggles from around her head. "Should find shelter then." She said, popping out the black lenses of the goggles and replace them with clear ones, then put them back around her head and over her eyes. She looked up at the sun, "Only got about 2 hours til we're in the dark." Zero nodded agreeing with her, rubbing his dirty, sweaty and gritty face. He kicked a rock in front of him down the street and looked at Sy with a raised eyebrow. "Trix." Sy called to the kid. "Take a seat, watch the street, and remember what your mother did, and didn't, teach you." she told him, pulling the bow between her back and quiver, then pulled out the pistol from her shoulder holster. "Look all ways when near a street, yell when someone comes, and shoot when you need too." Trix recited it to her like a bible verse, in a sense it had become one for them all. "Good boy." Zero smiled, patting Trix on the head as he sat down on curb. Zero quickly made his way over to Sy, they stood close to each other and talked about their possible options for a safe shelter to use for the night. "Could go back two blocks and use the store." Sy suggested. "We already cleared it." "Yeah, the first two levels. Not the basement, cellar and attic." Zero shook his head. Sy nodded, exhaling a stressed breath. "Okay, down a half block around the corner and see what pops up." she held her fist out to him. Zero touched his fist to hers in agreement with the plan and they headed down. "Behave, twerp." Sy threw over her shoulder as she and Zero went down the street.

Trix waved her away and popped a stick of gum in his mouth, looking down the street the way they came, then around the corner of the wall on the other side of him and down at Sy and Zero as they disappeared. "Hate being alone." he mumbled to himself, fingering his gun.

In nervousness, Trix started to whistle low and rock back and forth, side to side. Timing his movement and whistling with how he looked down the three sections of road. The streets were dimming and gray, it was getting cold and Trix was starting to loose his nerve. Zero and Sy hadn't returned yet, but he didn't hear any gunfire either. So, they were probably still scoping out wherever they were scoping out and not getting eaten by anything that lurked in the abandoned buildings. He hoped anyway. Whipping his head to the the left, Trix saw three figures moving down the road where he, Sy and Zero had come from. It couldn't have been the others because Link had orders that if they didn't return by morning, he was to take Toombs and Tank to the next planned area and if any of them survived would make their way there to meet them. Getting up and hiding behind the corner of the building, his gun pointed at the moving figures, his heart pounding. "It's too early yet for Eaters." he whispered to himself, trying to calm himself. He looked up the road where Sy and Zero went. He knew that he couldn't run up that way without them seeing him and he couldn't yell for them either because he was sure they'd hear him before Zero and Sy would, and get to him before the three tore him apart. Trix looked back to the three figures, they were closer now. So, backing up down the wall a good length, he turned and ran to an ally, ran down that ally and as he passed through the other side, he collided with Zero. "Trix, get the fuck off me." Zero growled, shoving the teen off him and getting up. "What are you runnin' from, twerp?" Sy asked, helping him up. "There's three figures coming up the road. It's not the T's or Link and it's too early for the Eaters." Trix panted. "It's never to early for the Eaters." Sy said, pulling night vision goggles out of Zero's pack and replacing her goggles with them and switching them on. "Come on." she whispered going up to the edge of the street and peeking around the corner at the three figures. "It's okay, Trix. You're right. It's not dark enough for the eaters to come out yet. Not unless you woke them up." Zero assured him. "I was whistling." Trix shook. Zero shook his head, coming up behind Sy and pressed his finger to his lips. Trix nodded and zipped his lips. Sy scoped out the three figures coming up the street towards them. They're movements were unsure, like they were lost. One tall, one close to that and one an inch or two shorter. "Wish I had Tank's sniper scope." she whispered to Zero. "At least then I could see their faces...wait. They've stopped, there's activity behind them." "What is it?" Zero demanded quietly. "Those three aren't Eaters, Z." she said, pulling the Night Vision up away from her eyes and looking back at her brother. "How do you know?" "Because the 6 things behind them are." she told him, pulling out her bow. "We have to help them."

Zero nodded, pulling his FAMAS against his shoulder and looked back at Trix and nodded at him. Trix nodded at Zero and readied himself. "Go, Sy." Zero whispered, patting Sy on the back. Sy ran out from the corner to the middle of the street and down a few step, where she stopped. Pulling a thin bobtail arrow out of her quiver, placing it in the bow and pulling the sting on the bow back, aiming carefully between the two tallest figures, who she could now see were three guys. A smirk pulled on her lips seeing their scared faces, then let go of the arrow. The arrow whizzed through the air, creating a breeze in the longish hair of the second tallest as it went between them and struck one of the Eaters through the right eye, shattering the back of its skull and dropping it completely dead to the ground. When that Eater dropped, Zero and Trix came out as Sy ran to the three guys being tracked by the Eaters. "You need to move, now!" she snapped at them, pulling back another arrow as a second Eater got closer. "Go!" she yelled at them, taking out the Eater. The three guys ran to where Zero and Trix were and hid behind them. "Sy, get back here!" Zero yelled at his sister, shooting down two Eaters. Sy shot another Eater, than turned and ran back to the group. As she slid to a stop next to them, Trix let loose with his sub-machine gun. "Take them back to the building." he yelled over the gunfire. "Come on." Sy said, pushing the three guys back to the building that she and Zero cleared. She pushed them inside. Putting her bow away and pulling out her shoulder gun again, she held the door with one hand and the gun with the other, watching the door for Trix, Zero and anything else that wanted in. "It's fucking dark in here." one of the guys complained. "Here." Sy shrugged her pack off, never looking away from the door. "There's heavy duty glow sticks in there. Only break open two, that's all you need to see." she instructed them. The sound of them rummaging through her pack, then ripping open the foil packaging of the glow sticks and the creaks and pops of the sticks filled the sheet rock walled room. A neon green glow came to life in the room, then the shuffling sounds of the men sitting down with heavy and uneasy sighs. Zero and Trix came charging in, slamming the door shut and pushing everything they could in front of it. When they felt it was safe, Sy, Zero and Trix pointed their guns at the three men sitting on the floor in front of them. The three struggled up, their hands up and palms out and backing up. "Whoa, chill." The tallest spoke. "Yeah." A second tallest of the men added in.

The third stayed quiet, but frightened looking. "Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing out here? and are you infected?" Zero interrogated them. "I'm-I'm.." The second tallest stuttered. "Henry, from London. We got trapped here, when all the shit hit and as far as any of us know, we're not infected." "And you two are?" Zero asked, pointing his AK at them. "I'm Joey, I'm also from England." The quiet one answered. "And I'm Armie, I'm from here in the U.S." The other answered. "He's bleeding." Trix said, pointing to Henry. "On his side." Sy walked up to him, pulled open his tattered black plaid button down and looked over the gash on his side. She looked back at Zero and shook her head. "It's not anything to worry about Eater wise. Just a wound." she said, stepping away from him. "What the fuck is an 'Eater'?" Joey frowned. "Those things that were going to attack you, before we came in." Zero told them, putting the safety on his AK and sitting back against the pile in front the door. He checked the clip and a bunch of other stuff, Trix did the same as Henry, Joey and Armie sat back down. Sy dug in her pack and pulled out some items. She stood up and went over to Henry and motioned for him to follow her. "You want him to follow you?" Joey protested. "Yeah, unless he wants that wound on his side to get anymore infected, if it isn't already, and if the blood isn't covered up and controlled the Eaters will sniff it out." Sy snapped at him. “No doubt, why they found you.” "I don't trust you." Joey snapped back. Sy growled, dropping her head back. She set the medical supplies aside and unloaded all her weapons, her bow, quiver, clips and guns. "There." she showed him, arms out and turning. "Knife, in you boot." Trix added. "I might need it." she glared at him. "I'm not Cat Woman." Joey, Armie and Henry exchanged looks with each other. "Fine, bleed and/or get sick and die, for all I care. What's one more to add to the loss." Sy rolled her eyes going past him. Henry stopped her, grabbing her by the arm. "I trust you." he whispered. Sy sighed softly, grabbed the medical supplies again and led him to a little kitchen, away from all the others in the place. She laid the supplies down on a counter island and pointed to a chair for Henry to sit in. "Take your shirt off too, please." she told him, pulling a chair up in front of him. Henry nodded and hung the shirt up on the back of the chair. He watched Sy lean close to him and look over his wound, touching it carefully. "So, how long you guys been out here?" he asked, trying to break the silence. "Me, my brother Zero and Trix, the kid, along with our other three guys Toombs, Tank and Link have been here since before it happened. All of us, but Link were born in the US. Link was born in Mexico." she told him, leaning back and grabbing a closed bottle of water and a pad of gauze. Popping open the water and wetting the pad, she wiped and pressed it to his wound making him hiss and bite his bottom lip.

"Sorry." "It's okay." Henry groaned. "This wound is sorta old. Its hardened over some and its got puss inside of it." She told him, dropping the wet pad to the floor. "I have to open and drain it." Henry's eyes went wide as she told him she'd have to cut his wound. "If there was another way, I'd do it. But there's not. If the puss sits there any longer, the more it'll enter your blood stream and make you really sick." She tried to explain it to him as lightly as possible. Henry gulped and nodded his head slowly, "Okay." he whispered. "What do I do?" "I need you to lay down." she told him, getting up, pushing the chair back as she did. Henry rubbed his face, looking at the floor. "Here, wait." Sy stopped him as he started to lay down. She left the kitchen and came back with a brown blanket. She laid it out, took off her black and red hoodie, folded it up and laid it down on the blanket too as a pillow. "There, make it a little more comfy." she smiled at him. Henry smiled at her and laid down on his back, his head supported by her rolled up hoodie. Sy brought the medical supplies down to floor level as she sat cross legged beside him, she pulled her knife from her boot and flipped it open, she poured iodine on the black blade and laid it on fresh gauze. "Go you have any painkillers?" Henry asked, meeting her eyes. Sy pressed her lips together and shook her head at him. "No, sorry." she apologized, pouring more iodine on another piece of gauze and wiping around the wound, but she paused. "But, you know what." she said, her eyes far off. "Trix! Come here and bring your bag." she called out to the kid. Trix came rushing in, gripping his bag by a strap. "Yeah, Sy. Got it right here." He tripped over himself to give it to her and watched like a caught sheep as she dug through it and pulled out a 12oz bottle of Tennessee whiskey. "Here, down some of this." she opened the bottle and held it to Henry's lips, letting him gulp down a fourth of it. "Okay. I'll let you have the rest when I'm done." she told him, putting the cap back on the bottle and setting it aside. "Thanks you, Trix. You can get lost now." Trix nodded, taking his bag back to the front room. "Thanks." Henry replied, when Trix was gone. "Anytime." Sy answered, picking up her knife. "You want something to bite or you good?" she asked him. "Is it gunna hurt?" Henry asked looking her in the eyes. His blue orbs looked worried and scared beyond belief. "I was just throwing it out there." Sy answered, trying to be encouraging and soothing. Henry squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back to her hoodie. "Just go." he told her. "Okay." she nodded, then pressed the tip of the knife to the wound.

Henry growled deep in his throat, his hand shooting out and gripping Sy's knee and squeezing his eyes shut tighter as she cut open the length of his wound. Sy dropped the knife as thick white puss oozed out of the cut, she picked up a package of iodine and ripped it open with her teeth. "Big pain." she warned him and squeezed the stinging brown liquid out of the package to his oozing wound. Henry howled in agony as the iodine soaked into the cut. Joey, Trix, Armie and Zero leaned in the doorway of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. Sy ignored them, wiping away the puss and pressing it out as much as she could and letting Henry squeeze her leg as much as he need too. "Is he gunna be okay?" Armie asked, concerned. "Yeah, I'm sure of it." Sy answered, still pushing puss out of the wound and pouring more iodine on it. "I need to keep an eye on it to make sure it heals right." "That means they have to stay with us." Trix whined. "Yeah, just like you had too, when we found your dumb ass." Sy mocked back. "Go radio Link and tell them the situation." she barked out the order. "And the rest of you, beat it or your next." she threatened. Not needing farther threats the group at the door was gone to find something else to do. "I don't want to be a burden." Henry panted. "Shut up and breathe." Sy ordered, opening the wound a bit deeper. Henry groaned as the knife cut deeper into his side and gripping her knee even tighter, but Sy never registered it. "There. I'm gunna let it ooze a bit longer, then I'll bandage it up. I don't want you moving. So just lay there, you need something let me know, got it?" "Got it." Henry answered, still panting. "But, tell me something." "Anything." "Okay then, two somethings." Sy smiled at him, cleaning off her knife. "What is it?" "One, what's your name and two, how do you know what you're doing?" "One, My name is Sy and two, I'm a medic." A frown washed over her face. "Well, I was before the whole end of the world thing. I was 3 months shy of becoming a doctor." "Sy. What's that short for?" he asked, looking at her. "Nothing. It's my full name. My parents weren't very clear minded, when they had me." she laughed. Henry chuckled and Sy patted Henry on the shoulder, packed away the medical supplies, then sat back against the counter island facing Henry and closed her eyes. It was going to be another long night, the Eaters or the people that had been affected by the disease that swept over the world, turning many into flesh eating, night walking maniacs, where coming out in stronger and bigger numbers every night. But luckily they seemed to be spread out from each other, though God only knows how long that'll last. It only took three days, three days, for the world to end and tip upside down. The brown, cloudless and sunny sky was utterly unforgiving in the day time. It was so hot in the day you could fry an egg the sidewalk and so cold at night, you couldn't wet your lips without running the chance of them freezing together. Chapstick, sun block and sun glasses were your best amigo in the day and a thick blanket, more Chapstick and another human body were your partner at night. Yeah, Sy, Zero, Trix, Link, Toombs and Tank had it all down to a pretty good and fine science. They had their faults, nothing out of the usual though. Only being some of the last surviving people on the planet over run with Zombies, supplies were few and in between, like toilet paper, a bar of soap or even a washer machine. But things could be improvised for that. They always sold out the ammo stores and aisles when they could, got what good food they could use, water was a hard thing to get right, but thanks to Trix, they had a system of making damn sure it was clean enough to drink and cook with. They raided hospitals for medical supplies when needed, clothing stores for new shoes and whatever else they needed to cover themselves. It was by no means a simple life, or an easy one. But, they all knew that it could be worse, and as long as they had each other, they'd be able to get through it virtually unhurt. Sy jerked awake, hearing a startled gasp from in front of her. Sitting up, putting a hand on her shoulder gun and reaching into the side pouch of her cameo pants, she pulled out a glow stick and broke it, illuminating the kitchen in a blue glow as she shook it for extra strength. It was Henry, sitting up on his elbows, sweating heavily and staring, frightened, at the small kitchen window behind her. Glancing at her watch, it was 3.03am. She set the glow stick between them and rested her hand on his tense shoulder. She could hear the Eaters now, running and screeching passed the window and around the building. It was a sound that kept her awake many of the first nights, haunted her dreams for weeks after, and finally, just recently, she got use to it. But, obviously Henry hadn't gotten to that point yet. "It's okay." she whispered to him, wiping sweat from his temple. "They can't get in." "You sure?" Henry asked, never tearing his eyes from the window. "Yeah, the window is too small, the door is blocked and Zero's watching it. The windows on the third floor are too high for them to reach." Sy assured him. She ran her fingers through his short curly brown hair, smiling as it spiked slightly from him sweating. "Just lay back down, I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." Henry laid back, breathing slowly in and out through his mouth. He stared at the ceiling, his stomach rumbled angrily. Sy frowned hearing it and watching him press his hand to his stomach, closing his eyes. She shifted to get up and he grabbed her by the wrist, looking at her from the corners of his eyes. "I'm just going to get my bag, okay. I won't be more than like twelve feet from you." she told him, tenderly. Henry's hand slowly let go of her waist and Sy stood up, edged around him and went into the other room where the others where at. "Everything okay?" Zero asked. He was sitting on turned over paint bucket in front of the door, his FAMAS loaded and ready to go if anything happened, across his lap. "Yeah, just need my bag. Got a growling tummy in there and by the sound of how pissed it is, he hasn't eaten in a bit." Sy replied, picking up her bag, where she dropped it last. "Yeah, Trix gave those two some food and water, he was gunna give some to you two, but you were already asleep and I told him to leave you." Zero answered, watching the shadows outside zoom by. Sy sighed, standing next to Zero, facing away from the shadows. There was an uneasy pause and silence between them, words for their thoughts didn't have to be said out loud anymore, because they'd been said so many times before. "Go and get some food in that boy's belly, Sy." Zero said softly, looking down at his safety. "We'll talk about it later." Nodding and patting him on the shoulder, she took her pack back into the kitchen and sat back down in her spot beside Henry, who looked at her with a gulp. Sy smiled at him, digging in her bag and pulling out a medium sized brown package and a dark green spoon and handed it to him. "What is this?" Henry frowned taking the items. "Um, I think, that's chili and beans. I got...uh, meatloaf with gravy and Pork Chow Mein, if ya wanna switch." she told him, holding up two other medium sized packages. "Okay, but, what the hell is this?" he asked, shaking the package at her. "Oh! They're MREs." Sy answered, grabbing another spoon for herself. "Meals Ready to Eat. It's U.S military food. They have a shelf life of 25 years, so they're good stuff for us." Henry grimaced at the MRE and spoon in his hand, but his stomach was telling him to rip that shit open and devour it. Setting the spoon down and ripping open the package, he looked in at the gooey mess in it and looked up at Sy still a bit grossed out. Sy offered him a smile, as she ate the Chow Mein with her fingers. Shrugging, Henry picked his spoon back up and dug into the food. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, he was actually sorta impressed by it.

[fotiathymos]

Possibly unpopular opinion head canon thoughts? But I wanna ramble right now as I’m avoiding a thing. Got long under cut, you know the usual.

Galo is bisexual, biromantic, non-binary.

Lio is greyaro, homosexual, non-binary transman.

They just call themselves gay outta convenience. 

Galo is pro skirts but only the really loose and flowy ones and they gotta be slightly past the knee so they don’t tickle their leg hair and give a bother sensation. (If you ever felt that it feels bad imo) Lio is anti dresses and skirts and if he’s too warm he’ll just wear the most torn up jeans, with massive holes that he mine as well not be wearing any jeans. Lio does shave his legs cause then he can throw his legs into Galos face and be like ‘FEEL SMOOTH’ and then rub his own legs all day.

Lio walks around topless at home since he cannot do so outside as a pre-op boy. He doesn’t bind unless he’s dressing up in his frills. He does enjoy his punk clothes with leather but his go to night out for fun shirt is a frilly button down with lace princess sleeves. He 100% wiggles and flaps his arms around in those sleeves cause fuunnn. 

Opposite to Lio getting cold super easy. Galo gets warm and sweaty super easy. They hate feeling sweaty and sticky so thats why he is usually topless. He shaves his pits cause they don’t enjoy the feeling of tickly hair or the thought of it being more smelly. It could be 30F degrees out and they’re fine in a tank top. Lio has a video saved of Galo in only their boxers jumping straight into a massive snow pile. 

Meis, Gueira and Lio’s relationship is a polycule. They’ve decided to be platonic partners but call it ‘blood brothers’ cause it sounds cooler. They just all couldn’t bare the thought of not being together for the rest of their lives, especially after all they’ve been through. Galo was at first jealous of Meis and Gueira’s closeness to Lio and how they knew so much about him that Galo didn’t. It wasn’t a jealously of ‘Lio’s mine and only mine’ more of Galo’s self esteem issues of ‘why would Lio like me when he already has them?’. 

Most times Galo hangs out with Meis or Gueira is when Lio is also there. One night Lio has a bad meltdown, he takes off on a motorcycle into the desert and isn’t found for hours. Galo is down right freaking out and trying to control is own panic attack. After searching by himself for hours and then almost getting themselves into a crash, Galo calls for Meis and Gueira. Meis and Gueira unfortunately know this is something Lio’s done before. Gueira heads off alone to all the places he knows Lio might go to for alone time. Meis stays with Galo to calm them down. Galo confesses all their self doubts about how he’s horrible to Lio, all Galo’s ‘what ifs’ and Meis quickly shuts down all of them. Through an unfortunate circumstance Galo’s jealously towards Meis and Gueira subsides after realizing theyre just there for Lio as much as Galo is. That their friendship doesn’t downplay Galo and Lios platonic or romantic relationship. 

They do find Lio and shovel mint choco ice cream into his face while he cries and the cold grounds him from his episode. Galo even kisses him despite the gross mint covered Lio lips.

Meis and Gueira are not actually always with eachother 24/7. They both do a lot of their own things. Gueira being a sports junkie but having physical issues with his limbs giving out or cramping up at random times to the point he unfortunately isn’t allowed to play in real life teams, he goes into commentating. Being loud and talking fast is his specialty. He also loves e-sports and dives into video games after the Parnassus events left him bound to a bed for recovery. 

Gueira forced Lio and Meis to watch lets players online and try out different video games. Gueira quickly learned that Meis is the player to feel satisfied in just sabotaging anyone elses chances at winning even if Meis themselves lose, and that Lio is really really competitive. Gueira stopped having them all play verses games together after Meis screwed over Lio in Mario Party and they both stopped talking for a week. 

Gueira also is super good with kids!! He helps out the orphaned Burnish after the Parnassus events. He even went out of his way to start working on getting EMT and physical therapy training to help other kids with mobility issues that he himself has.

Meis is a WEEB. I know most fandom seems to make Gueira the anime nerd but Meis was into Visual Kei! They are into anime and j-fashion. Galo was excited to learn Meis enjoyed anime...til Galo found out what kind of anime. Anything blood, gorey, horror related was Meis’ thing. Hell Girl, Another, Corpse Party, Death Note, Devilman Crybaby, Elfen Lied. Meis can make a list of how horribly problem filled each one is but then love watching it. 

Meis also is super into the music scene. They built their own punk band after the Parnassus events with a couple other ex Mad Burnish members. Meis even plays for other bands sometimes. They’re a lead singer and guitarist in their own band but just instrument in others. They’re that type of person that can make a good beat played with anything just lying around. Mad Burnish camp songs were Meis jam on the days when they were on the run. 

..................I feel like I could go on forever haha but imma stop here for now. Thank for reading!

[chords-of-justice]

📜 JAJZJSNS I, TOO, WOULD ENJOY ANY CHARACTER U WRITE BUT LIKE OoooooOOOO I think you'd be able to do Clay 'cause despite there being so little Clay content u are like STOCKED with headcanons 👀👀👀❣❣❣ (Also 'cause ur a Clay simp JJannxnsnssJSJJXS)

((WWAAAHHH THANKKK........

Also shit dude u right but also how dare you EXPOSE me like that smh

You’re gettin’ some Clay, too, as a treat uvu

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7:09 AM >> CLAY >> Hey AJ, you don’t have classes tomorrow, yeah?

7:15 AM >> APOLLO >> Yeah, after today I don’t have class til Monday

7:15 AM >> APOLLO >> Why do you ask?

7:17 AM >> CLAY >> Don’t worry about it ;)

7:18 AM >> APOLLO >> Well NOW I’m worried.

Not for the first time that day, Clay finds himself checking his phone and silently snickering to himself. Twelve hours later, he finds himself trotting up familiar stairs to the second floor, his arms full of a colorful assortment of supplies.

Once he gets to the door, it takes some shuffling and struggling-- really, it’s a miracle that he manages to slide the key out from underneath the half-wilted potted plant near the guardrail-- but he finally succeeds in unlocking the apartment door.

The apartment is painted with bold streaks of red-orange light streaming in through the window, making the rather modest living space seem far more impressive than it actually is.

“Ohhhh honey, I’m hooooome!” Clay shouts, brushing past the shoddy sofa he’d wheedled out of a family member for gifting purposes (“AJ, you know you’ve gotta have some furniture, right?”) and further past a pile of dirty laundry, before popping his head into a small room.

On the right, a futon he’s slept on at least a thousand times by now. It’s practically calling his name.

On the left, a desk, cluttered with packages of crackers and empty instant ramen cups, along with a few messy piles of homework. But most importantly, the desk is occupied by his target: one Apollo Justice, who has turned his head to peer over his shoulder at Clay with bloodshot, bewildered eyes.

“C-Clay?”

Clay, in turn, leans against the doorframe, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and AJ, we interrupt tonight’s boring law school cram sesh to instead bring you...”

He shakes one of the bags. “An assortment of sour candy and extra-butter popcorn,” before giving another bag a lighter shake, “...along with a week’s worth of stew from Aunt Becky-- she insisted-- and extra rolls of change for laundry. Also, I brought movies. Your pick on the first one, but I call dibs on the next.”

Apollo is on his feet in an instant, a disbelieving laugh escaping his lips even as he yanks Clay into a bear hug.

“What-- I-- dude, aren’t you supposed to be in astronaut training camp or something?!”

The coy grin on Clay’s face only grows wider. “Got the week off ‘n’ figured I’d drop by, see how my favorite li’l lawyer-in-training is doing!”

Apollo laughs even harder, the delighted noise somewhat muffled even as he buries his face in Clay’s jacket. “You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“You’re so absolutely welcome,” Clay teases. “Sooo, what say we get movie night started?”

He keeps one arm squeezed tightly around Apollo’s back, lifting the other to waggle a handful of DVD cases. “I brought Wrath of Kha-aaaaannn...~”

Apollo pulls back to look up at Clay, his eyes practically sparkling with delight.

“Alright, alright. I guess you can stay over,” Apollo teases back, giving Clay one last squeeze before letting go. “I missed you, y’big nerd.”

Clay hums, dropping his assortment onto Apollo’s bed. Even as he reaches over and ruffles Apollo’s hair (earning an indignant squawk, much to his delight), something somber briefly flickers through his gaze. Perhaps because it’s been so long since the last time they’d hung out, or perhaps because of just how disheveled Apollo looks.

(Has he even made any other friends at all since we graduated junior high...?)

He shakes it off in favor of bumping into Apollo, and altogether making himself a lovable nuisance, while the other attempts to clear some space for them both to settle in for the night.

“Yeah, I missed you too, AJ.”

[pennypeabody]

What was your school like?

Small. It was a church school so it wasn’t like a fancy or prestigious private school. We had uniforms which is the norm in Australia but they were like a little more formal than state schools (which is what we call public schools) and because it was Adventist most of the students were religious people. Some of my friends weren’t but they grew up in the school so they knew all about our church and even went to church summer camps and stuff. It was P-12 so you could literally start at preschool and stay til you graduate.

But the high school and primary school are separated by this tiny little man made creek. It’s not even a creek really but that’s what it was called. You had to walk over a little bridge to get to the other side of the campus. Because it was a church school we had a lot of students who commuted from across the south east of Brisbane and the north side of the Gold Coast. So we had private buses. I went on one to school every day. The bus driver was actually a family friend my parents met in their 20s, and still in our social circle aha. The school shrunk in numbers as I got older. But it was roughly 500-600 students at a time? Primary always had more. The high school was probably an average of 250 kids when I was there.

So like as you can imagine we all knew each other lol. There were two classes in each grade. Some rarely had 3 and even rarer my sister’s grade only had one class in year 7. 30 kids in the whole grade so there was no point splitting them for the sake of having two streams. That’s home room classes I mean. Obviously we had different classes when we had different subjects and such aha.

Every year we would have “team sports day” which was when all the other Adventist schools within driving distance (like 2 hours at most) would come and compete with each other with various sports. But the thing was you didn’t have to actually do the sports. It was an excursion so they’d all bring their entire schools. So for those of us like myself, who didn’t play sports. It was a huge social event and we would all be very invested in which boys would come and visit that year lmao

When I was in grade 11 our home room teacher didn’t return from a school break and then we later found out it was because he got caught in a sexual “relationship” with a girl in my class. So he went to jail.

Another youngish teacher would socialise with teen girls on the weekends. And everyone knew it was sus. He was never caught doing anything actually wrong but he left the school after his divorce and I think he also quit teaching lmao

There weren’t that many scandals other than the jail thing tbh. But everyone always shipped the jail teacher with any young single female teacher. So like it was a shock to find out he wasn’t into the adults 😳

We had 6 classes a day except Wednesday’s which was sport day. We had two classes then recess. Two then lunch. Then two then home. Wednesday’s we just had sport instead of the last two.

Um idk what else to tell 😂 we had a tuck shop/canteen and if you worked there as a student you got to have a free lunch of whatever you wanted. I never did coz of anxiety but that was cool.

The musical one year was high school musical. One of the girls who was in it actually became an actor a year later which wasn’t surprising since her older sister was already one.

Most of the teachers were nice but you could get in trouble for the dumbest things 😂 like not having your damn hat when you went to the bus. I got detention for that a lot.

Most of the teachers were really accommodating to my anxiety. It wasn’t diagnosed at the time but they treated me with special considerations just because they thought I was shy and that was good. One teacher didn’t but she’s a bitch and nobody liked her anyway. She bullied me and then the next year found someone else in the class to bully and kind of ignored me lol

Also back to the sport thing. One sport you could choose instead of sport was community service. Which was going to do yard work for people’s houses. And the two teachers who ran that service would always take us to McDonald’s afterwards. The bus driver was our religion teacher who was also the chaplain of the school and he would joke and call it the holy place 😂

They’d buy us all a 50c ice cream cone every Wednesday.

[ninaninndraws]

OK, I’VE GOT AN IDEA

So, I normally have like a LOT of story ideas, so im just going to leave a little idea of what I have in mind. 

Even if nobody cares, this is just so i can show my family that I DO have ideas!!

So, yeah:

The thing is that we are in a weird universe, where in some places we are still in the Middle Ages, and in another places we are already in Modern Age.

Maybe we are in between.

we are in a little village in the mountains, far from any city, and there’s a war (but far, so they think they will be fine)

spoiler, they are not fine. the war arrives and then all the young men between the ages of 15-49 are sent to the war, our hero is a female, so she doesn’t go, but maybe love interest does??? whaat???

So the characters I have right now are:

 Claire Jenkins,15 yo (protagonist): Likes calculus and maths and solving problems with logic. That is not normal, bc women are supposed to be dumb??? Her father left when her sister was a few days old, said he had to do something, and never returned.

Henry Blake 15 yo(childhood best friend of Claire and possible love interest) prefers arts, like painting and writing poems. that's bad, bc men should be intelligent and they dont care about artistic intelligence bc yeah. Head over heels for Claire

Mrs. Blake, adores her little babies (Henry and his sibilings, they are 5 in total), likes how independent Claire is, is thinking about marrying his sons with nice girls from a city.

James Blake 16 yo (Henry’s older brother ), teases Henry about Claire doing his homework, likes teassing her too, jokes how she is their father’s favorite child.  “Nah, he just likes having someone to talk about maths with, bc you r dumb”

Mr. Blake (the father) he’s an university teacher, he basically taught Claire all about calculus that she knows (which is a lot), but doesn’t show up a lot, bc of working in a big city away from the fam

Cristine Blake 23 ( older sister) a very nice young woman who is going to marry a very intelligent but kind of a jerk dude, everyone feels sorry for her, but she assures he is just shy and likes to have a shell of rudeness, this guy has a kind of friendship with James? Maybe.

Martha Blake (younger sister) 5yo girl who likes to read and sings like a little angel, she loves Claire, and she is going to make her life mission to make her brother marry her, she still doesn’t know what brother but... she will.

Charles “Charlie” Blake ( youngest brother) 2yo baby who is just a cutie.

Mrs. Jenkins (Claire’s mom) her family has got a bakery for generations, but probably will end up selling it for Claire’s little sister’s medicines. Loves Henry as her own, Claire jokes how her mother wants them to marry so she can legally call him her son.

Emily Jenkins 7 yo(Claire’s little sister) a literal sweetheart, has been sick for weeks, and now she can’t even leave the bed.

Caroline (a friend of the duo, new in the town) kind and smart, get called out a lot bc of it, does not give a fuck about it, calls people out on their incompetence and stupidity. 

so Claire does Henry’s homework and he’s so glad he can focus in his art, and their families are very supportive of their respective hobbies, as long as they go well at school and help at home.

James is kind of a lazy jerk, so his mother would like him to find a girl like Claire, so, yeah, ship wars happen at that house.

Claire not liking marriage and saying she would never doblegate herself for a man to like her, her mother finds it unpleasant.

boys like to make fun of her just so she calls them out. Pretty popular with boys without knowing??

at class she is really quiet, teachers are pleased with her, bc w/ one word she can make all the boys shut up.

Swears a lot

like, yeah, she will never swear in front of an adult

but with her best friend??

please

she loves her village, but they need some feminism medicine for the men, so she packs her things up (including Herny), and leaves, she takes all her money with her and starts learning maths at the big city when the only female teacher of a school challenges her with an incredibly difficult problem that not even herself could have resolved it in less that a week

wich she resolves in, like an hour.

she gets an scholarship.

but also works in a bakery near the school so she can send the money to her mother and some cheaper medicines from the city

Henry starts working in a little art studio as the apprentice of a great artist, and learns from him

ends up being quite famous himself

attracts the attention of a ot of girls, but he refuses every one of their invitations for dates

war arrives

they run away together and try to get to their village before the war arrives.

they can’t make it, so the deserters take them away from there

but James was called for the war.

they and their new friends the deserters intercept the team of soldiers where James and other boys are and take them to the new base

James tells them that everyone is fine, but that Claire’s sister is worse everyday, and they forced her mother to close the bakery and the woman of the village now are practically slaves for the soldiers, cooking and cleaning for them, some were forced, and the children were taken away in a camp of refugees, where they should find everyone.

They find the refugees, but they can’t do a lot, and the children are quite fine, but the oldest boys are terrified, bc it will be their turn to go there soon.

the answer is clear

they make a trap and knock out every soldier from the camp and the village by putting some venom somnifers in their meal.

and they run away, taking their stuff.

Mr. Blake is back!!!

He comes with the army, looks like those weren’t the friendly army, but the enemies trying to set a trap on them!!

they catch them and free all the men, who have to accept they were released thanks to the women

the bakery is destroyed

the war isn’t over, but is really far, and going even farther, they are winning territory!

maybe a kiss between Claire and Henry?

there’s totally a kiss between them

but not all the endings are happy, and this one isn’t

Emily dies

Claire’s mom has to leave and find somewhere to stay in the city

she tells Claire to go with her, but she refuses

hugs and tears, a lot of people will do as Claire’s mother bc ther buisness are ruined/they lost their families and have some relatives far away from there

the Blakes lost someone too

their son in law

Cristine is heart broken and tries to kill herself

she cant, the doctors say they are lucky the baby was alright

BABY??

looks like she is pregnant, so she gets over her husband’s death slowly and painfully, but with a lot of help she finds herself with a beautiful baby in her arms

“Welcome to the world,Harry, it’s a wonderful place, dangerous too. But don’t worry, we all will take care of you”

the Clair-Henry weddding like five years later!!

James finds himself being the bestman, and ‘has Caroline always been so freaking adorable?’

yes, yes she has, you idiot

Mr. Blake walks Claire to Henry and whispers to her ear ‘Good luck, daughter’

a lot of cries

now im sentimental too

it gets to the newspapers, “Great artist and famoust matmatician, getting married at the village they saved five years ago, congratulatios to the couple!”

maybe Claire becoming the new teacher at the village??

my babies just got married, ok??

they grow so fast...

That’s it, if you got ‘til here thank you so much!! I just need a title and i will officially write this as my first novel!!

Feel free to reblog, but don’t repost.

If you like it, I will probably do this with the next story idea I have!!

[fantasyuta]

falling for you

[ mark x reader: cafe!au, fluffy ]

[ wc: 2766 ]

a/n: i love mark lee, that’s all. also sorry if the ending got a bit awkwardly phrased i’m awful at ending this kind of stuff :(

it’s been only a couple months since you’ve moved to korea, but you’re already homesick.

you decided studying abroad would be a good idea to get a new perspective on your studies, so you’d applied to a few universities in the bustling city of seoul, south korea. plus, your best friend, yuna, who was a korean transfer student you had met in high school, had her own apartment that she excitedly let you share. the first few days had been bliss: you went out with yuna to explore your new home for the next semester or two. you visited the line store, went to everland, korea’s biggest amusement park, and shopped til you dropped.

but after the semester begins, you’re ready to go back home. your first week of school is awful; your korean isn’t great, so it’s hard to find your classes and navigate the city without yuna, who went to a different university for her music major. it doesn’t help that you had to pile up on morning classes for your requirements, despite your bad habits of sleeping in.

you find that one effective method of destressing is visiting at the cafe only a few minutes away from your shared apartment. your sweet tooth always gets the better of you, and you can’t resist ordering a sugary drink, whether it be a caramel macchiato or strawberry smoothie. you find yourself going to the cafe on a daily basis, usually right after your classes are over. just for fun, you decide to try to order everything on the menu at least once.

you quickly become a regular customer, and you instantly notice when something in the cafe changes. and halfway through the semester, the barista who usually takes your order -- a quiet girl named jiwoo who always seems to be in a bad mood -- switches to a big-eyed boy whose name tag reads ‘mark’ with a crooked smiley face.

the first day he starts working at the cafe, he stutters your order back to you and almost drops a cup as he scribbles down your name. but as he becomes used to working as a barista, he becomes a much more cheerful boy; he doesn’t say anything about your accented korean, whereas jiwoo would frown at your mispronunciations and ask you to repeat your order. he can instantly tell what kind of drink you want just by your expression; when you show up in a dripping raincoat and a gloomy face, he immediately rings up a hot chocolate, with extra whipped cream for good measure. and when you walk up to the register in a smile and bright outfit, he knows you’re in the mood for a smoothie. and he leaves little notes as he hands you your beverage with a grin: ‘have a nice day!’ ‘happy friday!’ ‘you can do it!’, all ending in a crooked smiley face matching the one on his name tag.

and without your knowledge, mark lee has a big, fat crush on you. he’s falling for you hard.

when the cafe starts to empty and you sit in a cozy corner with your textbooks and notebooks sprawled across the table, he admires you from afar as he wipes a dirty table. he admires you from the register when you scowl at notes from a lecture while studying for an upcoming test. he admires you while sweeping the floor when you start dozing off in the warm cafe with soft jazz music playing out its speakers, as the cafe approaches its closing hours. but the moment he loves most is when you grin at him as you choose your next adventurous drink, and the split second of your hand touching his as you hand him a few thousand won to pay for your beverage.

as finals week approaches and mark hands you warm lattes topped with cute misshapen hearts of milk and foam, you spend more and more time holed up at the cafe. you’re stressed out to the max, and you desperately want to pass your classes with good grades to make sure you moving out all the way to korea wasn’t a futile investment and waste of time. luckily, the cafe is where you can focus best, since the apartment is always blaring with yuna’s newest composition for her music classes that she apologetically explains she needs for her final project. the muted conversations of other patrons of the cafe, the clinking of glass, the soft music, and one special barista all help create a comfortable environment for you to study.

the monday before finals week, you arrange a study session at the university library with a few of the other international students in your classes. you’re well acquainted with vernon and joshua, two boys who always joke around even during lectures and never fail to make to smile. rose is a tall, pretty girl with a lilting australian accent who diligently takes notes and offers to help you study immediately when you tentatively approach her. the four of you decide on friday evening as the most convenient time to get together to cram for finals together.

of course, friday has to be the day it starts snowing.

you camp out at the cafe, your new haven, as you try to organize your scattered notes. you lose track of time as you highlight and underline your words, and the snow continues to fall outside. and from afar, mark watches you, mesmerized by the sight of you working, with your nose scrunching up every so often.

suddenly, you hear your phone buzz. you shuffle papers around, trying to find your phone underneath a stack of papers, and you blink at the notifications.

[ 5 unread messages from: rose ]

[ 2 missed calls from: vernon ]

[ 7 messages from: joshua ]

you groan and internally punch yourself in the face as you realize that you forgot about your study session, and you’re 15 minutes late.

you shove all of your pens, highlighters, notes, and books into your backpack and rush towards the cafe door as you call vernon back. ‘ohmygosh i’msosorryvernon i’ll be there in 5 minutes!’ you exclaim into the phone, hurriedly pulling on your parka as you walk as fast as you can without slipping on the snowy sidewalk.

mark, jolted out of his daze by the sudden jingle of the bell on the cafe door and the slam of the door shutting, sullenly heads to your abandoned table with a rag to clean up. as always, an empty cup is sitting on the table; however, in your haste to leave, you left your wallet on the table.

curiosity gets the better of mark, and he opens your wallet to find a few thousand won (you are a broke student, after all), a student id card, a polaroid of you and yuna that you took on your first day in korea, a tiny picture of your family, and a folded up post it note. the boy opens the post it note, which reads, ‘if found, please contact this number!’ with your phone number, the message written in both korean and english. he studies your student id card (he blushes, thinking, is this creepy?) and reads the label that declares you as an international student. he ponders on what to do; the cafe is scheduled to close over the weekend due to the heavy snow, and he knows it’ll be hard for you to make time especially during finals week.

taking a deep breath, he slowly pulls his phone out of his apron pocket.

it’s 10:49 pm, and your study session is coming to a close. the university library closes at 11, so you and your three classmates contentedly clean up the table littered with notebooks, laptops, and textbooks. the four of you studied for almost 5 hours straight, and for the first time in a while, you feel hopeful about your chances at doing well in college.

you’d turned your phone off to reduce its distracting notifications. as it awakens, your phone buzzes, and you frown at the unfamiliar number that has texted you.

[ 6:18 pm ] 010-127-0802: hello is this y/n?

[ 6:18 pm ] 010-127-0802: you left your wallet at the cafe, and the snow’s bound to get worse

[ 6:19 pm ] 010-127-0802: so i thought today would be the best time for you to get your wallet back

you groan; you must’ve forgotten your wallet as you were trying to get out of the cafe as fast as possible. you’re a little surprised (and relieved) that someone who seems to speak english fluently found your wallet; at least there won’t be an awkward conversation with your broken korean making an unwanted appearance.

[ 10:52 pm ] you: thank you so much! i didn’t even notice my wallet was gone haha

[ 10:52 pm ] you: when would be an okay time to come get it? isn’t it too late right now?

the unknown number texts back quickly.

[ 10:53 pm ] 010-127-0802: actually, i’m still near the cafe right now and it doesn’t close until 11:15

[ 10:54 pm ] 010-127-0802: if you have time, maybe we could meet up before it closes?

[ 10:54 pm ] you: alright, that sounds good. thank you again!

you wave goodbye to rose, vernon, and joshua as you trudge through the snow back to the cafe. you can’t help but wonder who found your wallet. you can’t help but shiver as you imagine a creepy old man who purposely led you to the cafe to kidnap you. or maybe it’s some middle school kid who stole all of your money to go to pc rooms and set you up to look like an idiot. kids these days have no manners.

at 11 pm, you arrive at the cafe, empty except for mark, who’s busy sweeping the floor. he glances up at you and quickly averts your gaze, furiously attacking the floor with his broom instead as he blushes. on the other hand, you’re surprised at the cafe’s emptiness; the person who’d found your wallet said they were near the cafe, and there’s only 15 minutes until it closes. you retreat back into your familiar corner and wait for your wallet’s return.

you languidly watch mark clean up the cafe alone as the minutes pass by. he finishes sweeping the floor and washes the last of the cups and dishes. as he hums along to the soothing music from the cafe’s speakers, he waters the tiny succulents on the windowsill and puts up all the chairs on the tables, passing by your table with a tiny smile that you return. but you grow more and more disheartened as it approaches closer and closer to 11:15.

at 11:15, you sigh and put your head down in your crossed arms. you’re worn out from studying, and you haven’t even gotten your wallet back yet. maybe it really was a middle school jerk who wasted your money on snacks and games. you hear the skidding of a chair’s legs across the floor, and you realize it’s mark sitting in front of you. slowly, you look up, and your eyes widen as he pulls your wallet out of the front pocket of his apron. ‘sorry i took so long, y/n,’ he says with a sheepish smile.

you’re shocked: out of all the times you ordered a drink from mark, you could’ve been ordering in english instead of in your clumsy korean.

‘mark, why didn’t you tell me you could speak perfect english?!’ you exclaim. ‘that would’ve made my life, like, 500 times easier, you know.’

the boy shrugs with another sheepish smile. ‘i don’t know… there’s a lot of international students around here that can’t speak english. like there’s a french international school right down the street. i just wasn’t sure,’ he confesses.

you laugh. ‘okay, good point. but how are you so good at english, then?’

‘i lived in canada for a while before i moved here. i think it’s only been a few years since i’ve moved to korea, actually,’ he explains.

‘oh, i see! then why’d you move to korea?’

‘for college, i guess, because i’m a music major. actually, your friend yuna is in my composition class! you guys are close right?’

your eyes widen. ‘how’d you know that?’

‘w-well, you had a photo with her, in y-your wallet, you know,’ he sputters. ‘i wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything, i promise! i just noticed she was a familiar face.’

‘okay, whatever you say, mark,’ you giggle. ‘speaking of which, i should start to head home, yuna’s probably getting worried by now.’

mark quickly stands up from his seat. ‘wait! i’ll walk you home,’ he exclaims. ‘it’s not safe to walk home alone at this time of night, you know. like what if you get abducted by some creepy stranger? or what if--’ he gasps ‘--you slip on a piece of ice, and you crack your head open, and no one finds you until tomorrow morning?’

you cringe at the mental image that pops into your head. ‘fine, come with me,’ you pout. mark just grins and grabs his jacket and backpack from behind the cafe counter. after double checking that the speakers are silent, the lights are shut off, and the cafe entrance is locked, he announces, ‘alright, let’s get out of here!’

it’s a brief walk to your apartment complex, but you quickly learn that mark is aspiring to produce his own songs and that he can play the guitar. although apprehensive at first, he quickly warms up to you and shows his witty side, making bad jokes to make you laugh. finally, you reach the door to your apartment, and you and mark awkwardly mill about, not wanting to leave the other.

‘anyway,’ you finally say with a bright smile, ‘thanks for walking me home. and thank you more for finding my wallet! i seriously don’t know how to repay you.’

mark smiles that shy, sheepish smile again. ‘you don’t have to repay me, it’s the least i could do,’ he says gently.

you’re not sure what overcomes you, but suddenly you have an idea. ‘well,’ you say cheerfully, ‘this is the least i could do.’

you stand on the tips of your toes, and right then and there, you give the boy a peck on his cheek flushed from the cold winter air. you smile as his round eyes grow even rounder and meet yours.

you turn around and punch in the code to unlock your apartment door, trying to hide your blushing cheeks and growing smile. you hear mark tentatively say, ‘hey, y/n?’

shyly, you turn again to face the boy, who slowly approaches you until you’re backed up against the door. his eyes beg for permission, and you give a tiny yielding smile that he returns as his face comes closer and closer to yours. and then he kisses you, pressing his warm lips onto yours, his mouth tasting of caramel and his body smelling of fresh coffee. you can’t help but close your eyes, running your hands through his fluffy hair as you press back into him. mark smiles into your lips and finally pulls away after what feels like an eternity in heaven.

slightly out of breath, you only manage to whisper, ‘good night, mark,’ before disappearing into your apartment and slamming the door shut. slumping against the door, you feel your cheeks and ears burning from the kiss, and your heart feels like it’s racing at 100 miles per second.

mark, leaning on the other side of your door, is astonished by his own actions. where’d he manage to muster the courage to kiss you? he hasn’t even asked you out to a date yet. groaning, mark pulls out his phone and reopens your text conversation.

[ 12:26 am ] 010-127-0802: uhhhhh are you free anytime after finals week?

[ 12:26 am ] 010-127-0802: i kind of forgot to ask you out on a real date

your phone buzzes, and you read mark’s messages with a thumping heart.

[ 12:26 am ] you: sure, sounds good

[ 12:27 am ] you: except during finals week

[ 12:27 am ] you: whatever just get home safe for now you dork

[ 12:27 am ] 010-127-0802: your wish is my command ;)

you can’t help but grin at the thought of mark taking you out on a date. you realize his number still doesn’t have a contact name, so you save it is ‘mark :)’. maybe studying abroad in korea won’t be as awful anymore.

god, you’re falling for mark lee hard.

[killianmesmalls]

SQUEAKING this in for KnightRook Secret Santa for my super, super secret giftee @leiandcharles! A Christmas meets New Year’s fic for you!!

“You know, in most of the world it’s already next year,” Tilly started suddenly.

Rogers chuckled as she carefully drew in the sketchpad he’d gifted her days earlier. For years he’d worked over the holidays, pulling long hours Christmas straight through to New Year’s Day to allow other officers the chance to spend time with their families. Often he’d kept the company of a radio playing on low, the DJs commenting every now and then about the joys of the holidays before another call came into the station.

He’d welcomed the calls then more than the commentary. At least the calls distracted him from his loneliness. On those days, the desperation for just one more drink pulled at him more than normal.

This year was different—he’d taken the holidays off. Well, more was forced to by Weaver rather than having requested them. His partner insisted that it would do him and Tilly some good to enjoy the season. Though the man didn’t outright say it, Rogers could practically hear it blaring with the looks he was given: now that you both have someone to share it with.

The scraping of pencil to paper provided a white noise to his thoughts. Someone to share it with. Rogers smiled to himself, grateful his back was to Tilly as he started on a late snack for the two of them. She was sitting on one of his bar stools in an oversized shirt he’d lent her as a pajama top and a pair of leggings she’d received from Goodwill, making broad strokes over the paper as he debated on how many vegetables to sneak into their meal.

Strange to think how worried he’d been in the days leading up to Christmas, practically breaking out in a cold sweat as he debated on how much or how little to do, what to get, what to not get, whether anything was appropriate at all.

His worries had been pushed aside Christmas morning when his whirlwind of a roommate laid eyes on the few modest gifts perfectly organized under a two-foot tree settled on the coffee table.

“Well,” he said, shaking away the warm memory, “since we’re still firmly in the last day of this year, what would you like to do to give it a send off?”

“Dunno,” she replied, looking up. “Haven’t quite figured this year out yet. Can’t remember another one like it, really.”

Neither can I.

“Hopefully it’s at least ending on a good note.”

Tilly beamed, cheeks flushing. “The best.”

Rogers cleared his throat and went back to his task, willing away the pleased look he felt pulling at the corners of his mouth and the crinkles around his eyes. The best. Damn it all, the day could end now and he’d still feel the same. Well, not yet. There was still one little thing that had to be done. Or, rather, given. 

“You know, there’s no reason we can’t get out of the house.”

“You? Go out? For New Year’s? For fun? Detective, are you feeling alright?”

“Ha ha,” he retorted, rolling his eyes. “Funny. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying we go out to some nightclub where they have a forty dollar cover charge or somewhere with a mediocre prix fixe menu—”

“Ah, there’s Rogers, I was worried we lost him for a moment.”

“Funny, Til.” The nickname rolled off too quick to catch. He chanced a glance at her, resolving to shove past the awkwardness when he caught a fond glint in her usually mischievous eyes. Damn it, something about it reminded him of someone… “I was just thinking that maybe it would do us both some good to get some fresh air. Maybe see the fireworks if we can find a place that’s—”

“Secluded from drunk crowds?”

“I was going to say quiet, but essentially yes. If you don’t want to, though…”

Tilly hopped from her barstool and half-skipped toward her room. “You had me at ‘fireworks’. I’ll be ready fast, quick as a bunny.”

There were perks to being a police officer. Knowing where to go and which buildings had rooftop access. Rogers had come to know the center of Seattle like the back of his hand, and his years serving through the insanity of New Year’s Eve had given him a unique understanding of where was close to the action but away from stumbling twenty-somethings in gold glittering party hats.

While Tilly had been busy getting ready, he’d put a couple of camping chairs he’d never had the chance to use and some refreshments into the trunk of his SS Chevelle, finishing the Tetris-ed pile off with one last belated Christmas gift. He’d even allowed a smug, self-satisfied smirk to grace his lips before his roommate bounced out to join him.

“Ready to say goodbye to this year?”

“More ready to say hello to the next one, I think,” he replied.

The drive was filled with the mixing of Tilly flipping through cassettes he kept in his glove box and her chattering about everything from books she was reading to the unbelievable things she had witnessed while people watching. Though he could have gone the rest of his life without knowing Mr. Harris the florist had a habit of speaking seductively to the bushes outside his store, the noise was a welcome reminder that this year was different.

He drove to an old retail building that had been part of his route for years. Back when he’d first started, he’d learned the various security codes and, he was ashamed to admit, had used the roof as a place to drink in seclusion. No time like New Year’s to give it a better purpose.

Piling everything he could into his arms until Tilly insisted she grab her fair share, Rogers led them up the the freight elevator then up the final flight of stairs to the roof. Seeing it now with sober eyes, he could see now how perfect a view it was with all of Seattle twinkling below.

“I’ve never been up this high before!”

He chuckled at the excitement in her voice as they unfolded the chairs and he took out a bottle of sparkling apple juice and paper cups. “Just please don’t try to jump off this one onto anywhere.”

“Yeah, I don’t fancy starting the year off as a pancake.”

“Glad we’re on the same page with that.”

Any quip she may have had caught in her throat as the hum of the city began to change. He glanced down at his phone in time to spot 11:58.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Ready,” she said, grinning like a cheshire cat.

He counted down at first in his head as the seconds on is phone ticked down. Then, he could hear the hum change to a unified voice, fuzzy from distance as tens of thousands of people began to count down to midnight. As they rose higher and higher, memories of the past year began to rush through his mind like a flipbook, the highs and lows mixing together until they settled on the moment that had mattered to him the most.

10. 9. 8.

How about you come stay with me for a while?

7. 6. 5.

I’d like that. Very much.

4. 3. 2.

Come on, then. Let’s go home.

1.

He looked next to him to see Tilly’s wide-eyed, beaming face as the clock struck midnight and an indescribable feeling surged through him. It wasn’t finding Eloise or being promoted or anything else that had stuck to him in those last seconds of the year, but offering a home to the wild, mischievous young woman sitting next to him, taking in the revelry below.

The pop of the first fireworks sent a shock through him, and together they watched them dance and light up the sky. A new year, this one with friends and something that could maybe, possibly, almost, one day be considered something like family.

His hand landed again on the gift in his pocket, playing with the corners of the wrapping paper with each explosion of light and color. At long last, the crackles and pops died away, leaving behind clouds of smoke and a dizzying feeling of newness and second chance.

“There’s one more gift I didn’t have the chance to give you yet for Christmas,” he started, pulling it out and handing it to her.

At first she simply sat there, stunned, focus darting between the cloudy remnants of the fireworks and the small package in her hands. “Detective, you didn’t have to. I mean, you’ve done enough. More than enough. Really—”

“One more thing couldn’t hurt. Besides, I think you could really use this. At least, I hope you can.”

She grinned and gave a little nod before she turned her attention to the gift like a cat laying its eyes on a ball of yarn. As she had done on Christmas, she tore into the paper with the feverishness of a child. When the last bit of tape was stripped away, a set of keys fell into her lap, earning a quizzical look.

“Ummm…” Tilly’s face journeyed from confusion to panic to sadness concealed with humor. “Did you get me a better lock on the boxcar door?”

Bloody hell. Of course she’d think something like that. 

Rogers quickly shook his head, hoping she could see his insistence in the city lights, all the more dim now without the sparkling of fireworks. “It’s a set of my apartment keys. I asked my landlord to get a new one for the front door, and the others are to the front door and mailbox. Just, well, it seemed like it was time for the place to feel like home to you, not just a place you were ‘crashing’ in, so to speak. I… well, I… I mean, if you want…”

He scratched the back of his ear, thinking and overthinking then analyzing his thoughts once again, when he felt a gentle hand rest on his left forearm. His eyes darted up, locking with hers that were glittering with emotion as her free hand toyed with the keys.

“Thank you. Really. Thank you so much.”

For a moment Rogers felt a lump settle in his throat then settle slowly into his chest, preventing him from speaking. Instead, he grabbed their paper cups and poured the sparkling juice, handing her one and keeping one for himself.

“Happy New Year, Tilly.”

[womanlalaboy]

Womanlalaboy's Travel Guide to Batulao

SUMMARY

Elevation: 811+ MASL Jump- off: Evercrest Golf Course, Nasugbu Days / hours to summit: 1 day / 2-4 hours Climb: Minor Difficulty: 4/9 Trail class: 3 with 60-70 degrees assault Features: Open trails, rolling slopes, scenic views of Batangas

Type of Travel: DIY Date of Travel: most recent is Feb. 2019 Duration: 1D Budget: P 600 - P 700

Batangas sure is rich in natural treasures- from beaches to waterfalls to history and culture, and to mountains that are clamored about by most climbing enthusiasts. A day or two wouldn’t be enough to sample everything Batangas has to offer, but climbing Batulao can somehow give you a glimpse of what paradise is.

Batulao is my first official climb, but we were welcomed by a typhoon during our first time hiking, so we vowed to come back on a sunny day and witness the majestic views of Batangas landscape. Our most recent climb was Feb. this year during the long weekends. There were over a thousand climbers that time and we’ve watched how the paths crumble with every step. It was concerning to see that much people in a hike that’s supposed to give you a moment to breathe and contemplate life. I’ll publish a separate write up for the environmental impact of over- commercializing places like Batulao. For now, we’ll focus on how you can get around hiking this beautiful mountain, but please to avoid doing your hike on weekends and during holidays.

ITINERARY

5:30 AM - Meet up at Pala-pala terminal 7:45 AM - ETA Evercrest 8:00 AM - ETA trail head 8:30 AM - Start Trek 11:00 AM - Summit 12:00 PM - Start Descent 2:00 PM - ETA trail head. Lunch 5:00 PM - ETA Pala-pala terminal 6:00 PM - Imus

From Manila, it will only take about 3-4 hours to reach Batangas and you wouldn’t need to transfer from one bus to another so basically, it’s not that hard to get to Batulao and you wouldn’t need to worry so much about the travel time unless it’s around holidays and long weekends. If you will do a DIY hike, you’ll have to endure the Manila traffic. Since buses will have to take E. Aguinaldo Highway, you’ll have to pass through traffic prone areas like Bacoor, Dasmariñas and Tagaytay. It’s still best to allow an allowance of another hour for this case.

HOW TO GET THERE

Commute from Manila: Board any bus bus liners bound for Nasugbu, Batangas from EDSA, Quezon City, Taft Avenue, Pasay and in Cubao. Drop off at  Evercrest Golf Course and ride a tricycle or walk to get to the trail head. DLTB bus bound for Nasugbu in Buendia Station costs around P 111.

Commute from Bacoor or Imus, Cavite: Ride any bus bound for Nasugbu, Batangas. The bus liners are usually found along Emilio Aguinaldo High way from Waltermart Dasmariñas as well as from Silang. You can also ride a van from Pala-pala Terminal.

You can simply tell the bus driver or conductor to drop you off at Evercrest or just inform them that you’re off to Batulao. From Evercrest, you can either walk your way to the trail head or hail a tricycle for P 100 per way (good for 4 pax).

Private car via Emilio Aguinaldo High way: You will have to pass through Imus, Dasmariñas, and Silang. Simply continue til you reach Batangas-Cavite boundary. Take the road marked by an arc, leading to Nasugbu, Batangas

Private car via SLEX: take Sta. Rosa Exit and continue driving along Sta. Rosa-Tagaytay Road. When you hit a fork, you’ve reached the Batangas-Cavite boundary. Take the right road marked by an arc, leading to Nasugbu, Batangas.

Private car via CAVITEX: Drive along Antero Soriano Highway. You will pass through Kawit, Tanza, Naic, and Ternate then drive through Mt. Palay Palay National Park and Kaibiang Tunnel to reach Barangay Papaya and then Barangay Calayo and Nasugbu town proper.

Private car from Alabang: Take Daang Hari, turn left to Paliparan, right to the junction leading to Carmona, left to Aguinaldo Highway up to Tagaytay junction leading to Nasugbu. Another option is to Take Daang Hari, continue on Daang Hari extension past the dikes, turn left at the end and go towards the San Miguel and Purefoods plants along Governors Drive. Turn right when you reach Governors Drive and continue until you reach Naic, then turn left and on to Puerto Azul, Caylabne.

OTHER POINTS OF INTEREST

Some experienced climbers do more than just hiking Batulao. Batangas is rich in mountains to climb, so some hike one or two other mountains apart from Batulao. 3 of the nearest mountains that can be a part of a probable twin hike or trilogy hike are Mt. Talamitam, Mt. Apayang and Mt. Pico De Loro.

Mt. Talamitam

Jump-off point: Sitio Bayabasan, Brgy. Aga, Nasugbu (KM. 83) LLA: 14.1158° N; 120.7577° N; 630 MASL Days required/ Hours to summit: 1 day / 1.5-2.2 hours Specs: Minor climb, Difficulty 3/9, Trail class 1-3 with steep assault (100m)

Layon Bilog / Layong Bato

This area can be found at the foot of Mt. Talamitam (considered as Mt. Batulao’s “little sister”). You can wash up by the river or do rappelling, but whichever you prefer to do, you’ll surely enjoy this sight.

Mt. Apayang

Mataas na Pulo, Nasugbu, Batangas 700+ MASL (Approximate) Specs: Minor Climb

Mt. Pico De Loro

Maragondon, Cavite and Nasugbu, Batangas Major jump-off: DENR Station, Magnetic Hill, Ternate, Cavite Minor jump-off: Sitio Fronda, Brgy. Papaya, Ternate-Nasugbu Highway, Nasugbu, Batangas LLA: 14° 12.855 N; 120° 38.785 E; 664 MASL Days required / Hours to summit: 1-2 days / 2-5 hours Specs: Minor climb, Difficulty 3/9, Trail class 1-3 Features: Distinctive spire at the summit, forests, scenic views of Cavite Last updated: September 16, 2016

SAMPLE BUDGET

138 - Bus transportation from Pala-pala to Nasugbu and vice versa 50 - Tricycle fare back and forth (P 100 for 4 pax) 160 - Registration 100 - Guide fee per head for 5 pax (500 / guide) 50 - Batangas Lomi

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498/head of 5 pax

Batulao is one of the most accessible mountains to hike. Due to its proximity to the metro, it’s considered a favorite among city folks who want to escape the gritty streets of Manila, but despite its fame, Batulao still is far from being perfect. For one, the water is scarce in the place and during peak season, they usually run out of water. We’ve encountered that during our last hike so instead of taking a bath, we settled to washing with wet towels before changing clothes. The bath fee at the trail head would cost P 25 per pail (timba/balde). If you need to take a piss or answer nature’s call, you’d have to pay P 10. 

Another thing to take into consideration is the registration fee. Unlike most climbs, the registration for Batulao would have to take at several occasions. P 30/head (1st Registration); P 30/head (2nd Registration); P 20/head (3rd Registration); P 20/head (4th Registration); P 20/head (5th Registration); P 20/head (6th Registration); P 20/head (7th Registration).

There are refreshments and meals available at the stops and camps, but I advise that we do not patronize these. With the increasing demand for convenient food and drinks, we also raise the environmental impact of consuming these goods. The same goes for souvenirs such as bag tags. In the next few years, it wouldn’t be as fun and as magical to climb Batulao if instead of being accompanied by luscious green trees and plants, we’ll be trekking a mountain of trash.

WHAT TO BRING

Packed lunch (advised)

Med Kit/ Personal medicines

Raincoat when necessary

Extra clothes

At least 2 liters of water

Whistle

Trash Bag

Toiletries (esp. alcohol)

Trail food (energy bars, peanuts, chocolates, banana, salt)

Sunblock

Cap

Headlamp when necessary

Gloves (not required)

Trekking pole (advised when it’s raining)

Handkerchief / scarf (advised)

NOTES

No reservation is required to climb Mt. Batulao.

A large number of tourists swarm the place during weekends especially during long weekends or holidays. Avoid doing the hike during those days.

Sun exposure is notoriously acute when dry. Apply plentiful of sunblock whenever needed.

You’ll have to pass through tall grass lands so it’s better to be well-covered to avoid cuts and skin irritation.

While hiking, wear quick dry clothes and stay away from cotton fabrics and denim pants since you will be sweating profusely during the climb.

Wear a pair of hiking shoes when you climb Batulao during rainy days. The mountain can be very muddy, and hiking sandals can be hard to deal with at times like this.

Guides are required to hike Batulao with a ratio of 1 guide to 7 hikers.

There are 2 trails to choose from (old and new). However, you can talk to your guide to see if you can hike half with each trail.

If you want to stay overnight, you can pitch your tent at the designated camping sites. The guide fee, though would be P 1000 for an overnight stay. Tent rentals are also available at the registration area, but if you want to help lessen our environmental impact, opt to do a day hike instead.

Shower rooms are available at certain camps as well as at the trail head.

Water is scarce in the area so they require a fee whenever you use their toilet. At the registration area, you can take a bath for P 25/pail (timba/balde), and you can use their toilet for P 10.

Refreshments are available at stops and camps, but to avoid our environmental impact, it’s best to avoid those.

LEAVE NO TRACE (LNT): Kill nothing but time, take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints.

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Also see: Batulao Revenge Hike photo sets Also read: Panhik #2: Braving Batulao Also read: Womanlalaboy’s Travel Guide to Gulugod Baboy

[sassheliosazuras]

All of them XD (but 7-10 would be good too)

I went with all of them, because I am insane ;P So enjoy if Sass was a NPC.

1. Would they be recruitable?

Yes, though class specific at first in one of the original storylines, and afterwards available to all classes post KOTET.

2. Would they be a class specific character? (ie. Imperial Agent only. Republic character only)

Jedi consular class only in vanilla storyline. Post KOTET available to all classes.

3. When would you recruit them? Vanilla story? an Expac? Post KOTET?

For Jedi consular in the vanilla story just as chapter two begins. Qyzen Fess comes to you with a plea to travel to a remote part of Tatooine, he won’t explain why, just that the mission is urgent and must be discreet.

4. Where would you recruit them from?

Tatoonie, at the site of an old and remote star-ship crash.

5. What would their recruitment mission be?

As you draw near you can make out the faded words, ‘Stardream.’ On a broken hull. Suddenly the sounds of a speeder could be heard coming from a nearby dune. As you and Qyzen turn towards the sounds, you can make out a figure racing towards you.

As they draw near and stop just a few yards away. A tiny Jawa hops off the speeder and starts to make frantic gestures. The man nods before giving those eager tiny hands some vials of a glimmering purple paste. Turning towards you the figure tilts his head in curiosity before turning his attention to Qyzen. “Grandfather, do you trust them?” He asks voice muffled by the helmet.

“I do my daughter’s son.” Qyzen replies voice soft and sure. “Then I do also, hopefully she will to.” As soon as he said this a woman appeared from thin air, her stealth shield flickering. She was a older chiss woman with short graying hair and a scowl, looked over at the trio. 

“It’s time.” She says with a imperial accent cocking her rifle. Qyzen and his grandson both nod, Qyzen holds you back asking you to stay behind with the Jawa. 

He asks for you collapse the ship if monsters make their way out of the entrance. Puzzled you ask him what monster? At this he shakes his head before following the other 2 inside the ship.

Hours pass you and Blizz make a little camp and tent out of the supplies left.  Soon it becomes night and still nothing stirs from within the ship.

Just as the sun begins to rise  three hunched figures make thier way out of the entrance covered in goo. Qyzen is carrying a sack…that appears to be moving?

All three stick themselves with a needle. The strange man takes off his helmet, revealing a young chiss smiling, leaning over the sack he bent down whispering, all the while giving the cloth a gentle caress. 

“I have it all set up, it’s safe and remote.” The chiss woman said, eyes averted, careful not to look at the sack the Trandoshan held, and ignoring the soft whimpers coming from it. 

All three turn towards you, with the young chiss extending his hand in a handshake. “My name is Sass, I am a knight of the Jedi order. Thank you so much for your help and trust in this matter.”

“My grandfather has asked that I take his place and help you on your journey, will you have me?” Sass asked smiling.

Here you get a choice between Sass or Qyzen to continue your journey with.

6. What would be their original recruitment outfit?

Sass would have been off traveling about the galaxy the last few years, and both chiss looks and Jedi robes would have drawn too much unwelcome attention during that time.

So he stole some armor off a Mando he’d defeated, and won the helmet in a game of sabacc, the outfit was effective in keeping curious strangers at arms length (particularly the grenades, though they are merely for show.)

Though traveling with you now he would ditch the helmet in private or on the ship.

7. Would there be a character they don’t like? Would that cause you to choose sides?

Tharan Cedrax for consular, particularly with a female consular and Nadia when Sass catches Tharan creeping on them. Probably offer to ‘talk’ to him and make him stop if you and Nadia wanted.

8. Are they romancable? Why/why not?

I want to say yes, but bioware didn’t realize bisexuals existed before the shadow of revan expansion  :{ … I won’t do that to Sass, his sexuality was the one thing he was able to keep for himself from the Jedi order, a choice all his own.. Post- KOTFE? Available for romance for all classes and genders. Provided you are kind to him and not a crazed edge-lord.  

9. What would they say if you clicked on them?

“Can we explore a bit more?” “Cool outfit.” “Where does this path lead?.” “Please quit poking me.”

10. Do they know any other in game characters? (ie. trained under Satele Shan during the civil war. Knew Talos before he went to Hoth)

Sass knows Qyzen Fess as his adoptive grandfather, and was Satele Shan’s Padawan for several years.

Also knows Blizz as he did bribe him to show him the location of the crashed ship on Tatoonie.

11. What weapon(s) would they have?

Twin duel-blade lightsabers, each blade containing a ‘Advanced Black-Blue Eviscerating Crystal.’

12.Are they better as a tank, healer or DPS?

DPS all the way, :D    

No really don’t ask him to heal you he’s not a great healer, and far to skinny for you to hide behind as a tank.

13. What gifts do they Love? Like? What would they say when you gave them a gift?

Favorite would be Luxury, love would be courting, and likes would be Trophy and Weapons.

Sass’s absolute favorite would be, Exquisite Cooking Spices. He’d probably make a meal for you with the spices. :}

14. What would they say if you sent them away/changed them out?

“Take care.” “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t love.” 

And Sass will blow you a kiss if romanced.

15. What do they say when they heal you? What do they say when they are attacking?

Heal;  “Hold still”, “Don’t look,”

Attack; “ Not today!” “Surrender!” “No holding back.”

16. What’s their idle chatter like? Do they talk a lot (when you arrive on each planet) or do they suddenly say something in some strange places?

On his home planet on Illum during the false emperor saga when entering the crystal caves.

“I used to play here with my mother, we used to gather the crystals and shine a light on them, creating a rainbow. We danced in that rainbow til my mother and I were breathless and laughing.”

And when entering the Illum temple. “My grandparents raised me and my mother here, thank the stars, Master Yuon isn’t alive to see our home like this.”

On Rishi, “I dreamed long ago as a babe of seeing blue waters, lush greenery and feeling a warm breeze on my face…May we stay a while? Please?”

17. What letter’s would they send post vanillia class story/SOR/KOTFE

A letter of Gratitude, A letter of Hope, and A letter of Promise to find you.

18. If they are recruitable in vanillia story, where are they during KOTFE/TET? What are/were they doing?

Sass would be helping Lana and Theron set up safe houses for their agents and for Jedi fleeing to the unknown regions. Probably discreetly recruiting members for the eventual Alliance.

And of course helping Lana plan your rescue. He would never forget a friend.

[artificialqueens]

Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear (Craquameron) - Saiphl

Hello again, this is a new project that came from my newly found attachment to both Aquameron and Crameron, so I’m trying to get them into a throuple, and hoping that’s good enough for you to find it interesting.

You know we, the writers crave to know what you think and feedback from the things we share with you,si feel free to leave your comments.

Life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car. - Prelude

The skies were pure and the fields were green,

And the sun was brighter than it’s ever been

It’s been a long time since I last came back to my mothers’ house. Being totally honest, I’ve never thought of Cheyenne as home. I always knew there was a world outside, and damn me if I didn’t go there. Let’s start from the beginning, my name is Aquaria, I’m 26 years old, and I live in New York City. The fact that I’m driving from Jerry Olson Field to the eccentric grey house in Pawnee and Prairie Hills, is because I can’t say no to my dear little sister, Nebraska. Mom and Momma kindly offered to pick me up at the airport, but I’d rather drive, I rarely get to in the city. One of the things about being an adult is that you get stuck in your routines. I’m always up before the sun, alarm or not, and I’m only an actual person after my second cup of coffee.

Even though I grew up here, all these streets are as foreign to me now as they are familiar. My instinct to leave this town as soon as I’m able, it’s back now that I am going through these streets that are still half asleep, with closed businesses and empty sidewalks, I can’t avoid looking at the drive thru Starbucks where I’d spent most of my teens. The same table in the corner, by the window, seems to call to me, half inviting, half upset with me for leaving. I go through the familiar drive thru, where a sleepy young girl smiles at me when she hands my oh-so craved double trento freshly brewed and I sigh… That’s the same table where everything started, and ended, and comes back now to bite me. I shiver and start to drive again while barely muttering thank you to the girl, whose big green eyes follow me, wide open in confusion.

Not even thinking, I go down Western Hills and then into Pawnee… I’m not aware of the route that I’ve taken until I see it, the brown house in the corner, straight in front of my childhood home. The house where the source of all my headaches -both, good and bad- grew up, and then left. Just like I did. Brianna Cracker, the only person who can still make my knees go weak and get my mouth dry… but if someone asked, I’d deny it ‘til the day I die. I slow my pace, I have to, and not because I want to know if there’s anyone still there, but because if I don’t, I’ll probably hit Mom’s car and break the whole garage door. When I turn, Bob is there, with her wide smile contrasting the dark tone of her skin, she’s wearing pajama bottoms and a ragged t-shirt with a half faded teddy bear: she looks almost the same, a little more tired, a little less young, and I can’t help smiling at her when she recognizes me while I park my rental car in my mothers’ driveway.

Bob picks her dog up and runs over to me, when she reaches me, I’m getting my luggage from the back seat. She wraps me in a tight bear hug, the kind of hugs that someone who loves you and is happy to see you gives. The kind of hug that makes you fight back tears of joy and longing. She takes her time looking at me, saying she’s happy to see me, and that she hopes I can go and greet Shane later, when he wakes up. I tell her that I will, and then she leaves, I can hear her yelling to her husband about having me back, while I go into my house, the front door closing behind me.

Momma and Nebraska are already up, the resemblance between them is uncanny, long limbs, fair skin and way too long blonde bleached hair. Nebraska has her back to me, while chatting with Momma, who’s cooking pancakes for breakfast. It’s just the same way she used to when we were her two little girls, and still needed help to reach the stools of the kitchen. I make a joke that makes Momma jump and turn to face me, just for a wide smile to spread across her face. I go up to her, and we hug really tight. I haven’t seen my mothers since the holidays, and Nebraska, I haven’t seen her for more than a year. She joins us in less than a second, and the three of us are somewhere between laughing and crying as we hold each other tight.

It was always summer and the future called

We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all

I wake up to the sound of my mother yelling… okay, in this house that’s nothing new, in fact, I was used to living with loud voices, grunts, and the sound of a violin all competing to be the loudest thing in the house. Being the youngest sibling, it meant a lifetime of neverending noise. Even though I’m not used to this kind of awakening anymore, I can’t deny that I’m happy to spend a little time back at home, with my family. I’m always bitching about them being loud, but the thing is, sometimes home feels so alone without a little noise. I guess I just got a bit homesick while the vacation approached, or maybe it’s just this is the place where I still feel safest, even though this was the place locked me away for so long.

Things here have changed, like the old convenience store a block from the high school being turned into a 7-11, or mom finally leaving behind that old habit of always having her nails pink. Now they’re always in bright red polish. Even though she and dad can make enough noise by themselves, the house feels a little emptier without Monique and Monet’s banter and Jamin playing his odd experimental music to get the inspiration to paint. Their rooms are still the same, but now the beds are tidy and there are space enough to make it clear that their former inhabitants had been gone for far too long. Being the youngest, and last, single child is never easy when you’ve been to your siblings’ weddings, and knowing for sure that three blocks away, one of your sisters is giving birth to her firstborn anytime now.

I’m starting to actually enjoy my dad’s morning Brahms execution, when it’s abruptly interrupted by my mom’s legendary high deep voice, saying to my ever amazed dad that she just met Aquaria when she was taking Lester on his morning walk. The simple mention of that name makes me shiver. I’d be lying to myself if I said that I never think of her, because she regularly comes and goes from my mind. Sometimes in those great memories of the good old times, sometimes to remind me that she left, not even intending to look back. Those times are the worst, because I can’t help crying myself to sleep. Aquaria… Aquaria Needles, my blessing, my doom, and the biggest part of my fucked-upness, the person who made me leave Cheyenne, unable to keep my promise of not coming back.

The vibration of my phone snaps me back to the moment. I jump out of the bed, while I read the text, managing to twist my ankle and fall while screaming, “Mom! Dad! It’s time! Monique will be a mom, today!” I finally get back to my feet and pull on the first outfit I can grab from my luggage, and a couple of minutes later, Lester, the violin, and two cups of fresh brewed coffee are left behind as we all pile into my dad’s car. Mom laughs hard when she sees my trashy look, a messy bun on top of my head, baggy jeans, and a way oversized hoodie that actually doesn’t match, my old vans and the phone in my right hand; I look like a mess. Dad urges us to get in the car and we both do, she teases me for the fact that she hasn’t seen me not wearing makeup since I was fourteen. Dad fixes his now greying dreads and buckles his seatbelt, we’re on the road after a second.

Being in my father’s back seat makes me feel like a child, when they used to take the four of us to some local ride or camping. When I see the grey house in front of ours, I see them there: Aquaria and Nebraska, sitting on the porch. Nebraska is sitting on the floor, legs crossed and still wearing a robe and pajama bottoms. Her blonde hair falling flat down her back, and she’s looking fondly to her sister Aquaria. Of course, Aquaria is in her full glory, sat on a rocking chair, barefoot, wearing jeans and a crop top, her hair braided, and no makeup at all. She’s sipping a trento and makes a face. It might be cold, and Lord knows how she hates cold coffee in the mornings. I pretend that I’m not looking at them, but for a single second she stares straight at me, her smile fading. Then dad hits the gas, and we’re gone in a blink.

But I can still recall the sting of all the tears when he was gone

They said he crashed and burned, I know I’ll never learn

And here I am, eight years, two months, one week, and six hours later, hands sweating and feeling tense as a violin string. The last time I saw these streets, I was heading to the hospital, my dad severely ill and about to die; I remember that day clearly, a grey day, way too cold for the end of the summer. Morgan holding me tight and whispering to give me some strength, and my dear aunt Chad stoically keeping her own sorrow hidden to help me stay grounded. Sometimes I think of my aunt as my real mother, she never questioned who I am, or what I want, she’s supportive, and most of all, she took me in when mom threw me out of her life.

When I received the invite to give a lecture about my job on Broadway, I hesitated to accept. I’m never ready to come back here, to face these streets and their memories. Especially the fact that my mother got married again, and she finally decided to move on and sell the house that initially brought us to this place. That orange house in Syracuse that meant a better opportunity for us, and that finally my dad was based on the Military Base of Wyoming, allowing us to make a life without feeling that we were going to jump to another place anytime. Back then I was eleven and really happy to have a place to call home.

And for the next four years and a half, we truly were happy. We quickly fell into the quiet routine of the place. The school, the stores, the neighborhood and our neighbors, all the children that actually grew up together and me, going from the auburn freckled little girl to the very fit loner that I became when I started questioning myself. Those were the best times here, when I was so busy figuring out how to improve my grades and not being noticed in the process. Even that time when I got close to her, to Brianna.

Just thinking of her makes me smile, because she had always been the catalyst for me to become the woman I am now. As cliché as it all sounds, everything started with a kiss… a kiss that I’ll never, ever regret, ‘cause it gave me the clarity to finally find myself. What followed that kiss was the real trouble, you see, once you try those lips, you’re basically doomed. Or at least, I was doomed ‘cause I found that I wasn’t able to stop, I didn’t find the will to avoid the softness of her lips and the flavor of that chocolate lip gloss. The worst thing about the cravings, it wasn’t the lips that were always soft and welcoming for me, but the conservative woman who brought me to this world found out how… attached I was to those lips, and that was the beginning of the end.

We met in high school, I was terribly awkward and shy, and she was the complete opposite. We started hanging out because of a cheesy freshman event at school, and after a few weeks of really paying attention to each other, I realized I was falling for her… while she was kissing me in my bedroom! We kept kissing, hanging out, and doing things that couples share, ‘til one day, we got caught by my mother. She freaked out, and the rest is history. Mom sent me away, where I couldn’t be a threat to her sanity.

I spent the following years living in Vegas, with my dear aunt and her lesbian daughter. They became my true family, and I didn’t really think of my mother and father, until the day my dad got the stroke that ripped him from this life. He was a good man at heart, but he never managed to get me back with them. My mother always found a reason to keep me away. You might ask if I’m mad at her because of her abandonment, and yes, I am, and more so than I could ever actually admit to myself. I won’t ever understand how she could push me away so abruptly, after being told so many times that I was her personal miracle, that there was nothing that could make her love me less. Now, so many years after, I’m at ease, one of the many things that aunt Chad and Morgan taught me, was to love myself, to never be ashamed of who I am, and that it doesn’t matter who I want or who I love, I will always be Kameron.

My cab finally stops in front of the orange house, it hasn’t changed at all, only the trees I’ve planted with my father in the front yard have changed. I’m nostalgic, there are a lot of good memories I still keep of this house. And others that aren’t that good, but still are part of my own story. For the first time in awhile, I wonder where Brianna is right now. She might be proud of me, coming back home without having a panic attack in the process.

But it was long ago and it was far away

Oh God it seems so very far

And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car

[burgeonmeraki]

20 Random Things You Don’t Know About Me

Hi guys! I thought I would do something a little fun, humiliating (LOL), and different on my blog today and share 20 things you might not know about me. I get it. As a reader, I, too, love learning a bit more about the people I read. So here goes!

1. I have this weird habit where I want my feet warm especially at night before I go to sleep. I usually put some lotion on it and then put my socks on. And if there are no socks, I put a pillow under my feet, like I'm a mermaid LOL. Weird, I know! But it prevents me from having leg cramps in the morning. 

That is my trophy for the singing contest. This picture was taken 2010, and I couldn’t find my trophy anymore so deal with that picture. Just kiddin’ 

2. I won first place at a singing contest at a talent show back when I was in kindergarten. I sang this 90s hit song My Heart Will Go On By Celine Dion. And I believe that if my parents put me or enrolled me in a voice lesson, girl, I could've been a singer today, and I might be joining singing contest like The Voice. But I only do the singing thing at the shower and karaoke. Hahaha

Left Pic: My oldest brother wasn’t there because he was working abroad Right Pic: My oldest sister is living in Canada, and my older brother is living in South Korea. My mom was holding her phone because that's them on the videocall.

3. I was supposed to have six siblings so that would make us a total of seven. I had an oldest sister, supposed to be the second child, who died because of some complications in her heart when she was still a newborn. Next is my Ate Jaz, which makes her my oldest sister alive. Then after Ate Jaz, my mom had a miscarriage. Basically, my Ate was in between two dead babies. And if ever my two siblings were alive today, I might not be here or I probably don't exist. I have such a huge age gap with my siblings because my mom had me at the age of 38, and she said that I was her only child who made her pregnancy and giving birth so hard. I was born via C-Section and the rest of my siblings were all delivered normal. So, lucky me for being here! LOL

My collection of Candy Magazine back in High School.

4.  Back in High School, I used to collect Candy Magazine until first-year college. This magazine helped me with all my teenage issues like self-esteem, body image, peer pressure, beauty, fashion, dating, friendship, career, etc. They have a bunch of articles there that I enjoyed reading. And I've always wanted to be one of their models, but I was an ugly duckling, and I'm not the confident type of girl back then. I still kept these magazines inside my sentimental box. 

This is my box full of photos, letters, diaries, and other stuff.

5. Speaking of the sentimental box, I'm a very sentimental person. I have boxes of stuff from my friends, family, and ex-boyfriends. I kept this stuff for good memories purposes because I like reminiscing good memories. It reminds me of these real moments that I was once shared with these people, and it's like my return ticket to that memories, whether it's funny, romantic, or sad. Plus good times need to be remembered. They need to celebrate and felt. You know, we're not getting any younger anymore, time will come that a part of our brain might forget those memories. So keeping pictures, letters, and diaries is one way to keep those memories alive.

These are my IDs from the Youth Camp Fellowship.

6. I used to be active in Church back when I was in High School. I even joined the Music Ministry and tried to learn how to play the piano. I went to a few Youth Camp Fellowship and met a lot of people, and it was fun. The reason why I became so active in Church because I had a crush on our drummer guy (he’s my first kiss). Yuck! LOL

Love Me Like You Do By Ellie Goulding (Short Clip) / Stay By Rihanna (Cover)

7. As I was saying on number 6, I used to play the piano before. They made us choose a musical instrument that we want to play, and I was supposedly gonna go for drums because it's cool, plus I used to listen to a lot of rock bands back then, but I didn't choose it because my crush is going to be the one who's going to teach us, and I was shy, so I end up with piano. I actually tried learning how to play the guitar but you got to have callouses on your fingers in order to play it well because it freaking hurts girl! Hehe

8. Okay, let's talk about Puppy Love. When I was in grade school, I have a crush on this guy who's like 3 years older than me, and he's our neighbor. When I got into 6th grade, he started noticing me, and we became, I don't know, together? Like boyfriend and girlfriend? Haha. But since I'm a shy type kind of girl, I was having a hard time talking to him without blushing, I couldn't even let him hold my hands, or hug me, or kiss me. None of that happened. So we write letters to each other (cellphone is not a thing at that time). I know it's all cheesy and mushy and all, but anyways. I asked my niece to be our messenger haha. So I will give the letter to her, and she will give it to him, and then vice versa. Okay, so this is the funny part!! My niece left my goddamn letter for him at our dining table! And my sister and brother read the whole thing. I was so annoyed at my niece. My siblings were like mad at me for having a boyfriend at such a young age because you know, I'm their little sister, and little sissy is not allowed to have a boyfriend LOL. And then they threatened me that they're going to tell it to my mom, so I broke up with him after a week using a letter haha. We kept in touch til I got into High School. I think we went out before, we watch a movie but I brought a chaperone with me. HAHA we didn’t end up together because he’s such a playboy. FYI: I don't count him as my ex-boyfriend. LOL

9. I had a puppy named Mocha because she’s dark brown and it suits her. She’s a shih tzu and she’s the cutest puppy in the world but she died because she got sick. I miss her so much! :(

Snorkeling at Coron, Palawan.

10. I love going to the beach. I love swimming! My mom’s sister owns a beach resort and it was just an hour away from our place. We always go there every summer, and that’s where I learned how to swim, not in the swimming pool, but in the ocean. I was supposedly going to be a swimmer. My 4th grade teacher trained me, and he trained other students in other sports like badminton and volleyball, and they joined sports competition, and they win medals. So I got very interested because I want to win medals too. So I did my training but I was having a hard time to dive. I know I'm doing it wrong because the water kept going inside my nose and it freaking hurts. So I stopped and quit the training because I couldn't do it properly. Haha

I think I was in 3rd Grade in here. Lol

11. I joined Girl Scout back in grade school. I can't remember why I joined. All I know is I am going to have a lot of fun in here. And that was my first camping experience. We camped out at our school, and yeah, it was fun and scary at the same time because there are lots of ghost stories in our school. Our motto: "Girl Scouts are always ready and prepared.” 

I also joined Drum & Bugle. I was a Majorette, the one who throws the baton in the air and twirls it. I just love to dance back then, and nope, I'm not a professional dancer. It's just that life is better when you dance! :)

Junior Year High School. Cheer Dance Competition during our Intramurals Day. 

12. When I got into High School, I've always wanted to join Cheer Dance Competition since I was in my freshman year. But most of the girls in my school back then were all pretty and mean. I only joined when I was in my junior year, and we won 2nd place. I'm really not a good dancer, but I know I've got moves. I just don't know what happened today LOL. I'm one of those girls who they always lift and toss because obviously in the picture I'm thin as a rake haha. Then I tried joining again in College, and I got into an accident. I freaking fell flat on my back while we're doing our pyramid stunt and no one's there to catch me. Ouchie! I'm on the second level, standing on my right leg at this guy's shoulder, and then my left leg was angled and lifted because on the third level, a girl's going to stand on my left thigh. She was scared and not keeping her balance well so she dragged me backward with her. Someone caught her and none for me because the way I go down the pyramid is by jumping in front. Our coach didn't see that coming and I thought I am gonna go home with broken hips.

Left to Right: Elementary Graduation Day; Sophomore Year in College; Junior Year - wearing retainer; Retainer and Braces Free 

13. I first had my braces when I was in 6th grade because my sister got one, so I want one too LOL. I had it for a very long time. Since I got it at such a young age, my teeth were not complete yet. And based on my x-ray, I've got several impacted wisdom tooth that's going to come out so my doctor waited for it. I only got it removed when I was in my 3rd-year college. So I had my braces for 7 years. HAHA

14. I can’t whistle. I tried. I don’t know how to. I can’t do it. PERIOD

Cupcake Nail Art, Cheetah Print Nail Art, Polka Dots Nail Art

15. I love doing my nail art from when I was in High School to College. I don't like my nails plain and simple back then, so I put a design on it and make it fun. I'm always into art and being creative. Creativity is inventing, experimenting, growing, taking risks, breaking rules, making mistakes, and having fun. So my parents saw that potential in me, and they made me choose Architecture as my profession.

These are my high school arts that I saw on my facebook LOL.

Circa 2015. Photographed By: Iks Virina

16. I'm not a morning person. I hate waking up so early. I only wake up so early if I have important errands to run or if I have to go to work. I love sleeping during the day and staying up during the night. I'm a night owl. There's something about being up at night that makes it more peaceful to work and think. Most of my creative juices come out during the night. And I've read that night owls have better mental alertness than early risers. I don't need caffeine to keep me up at night. LOL

Circa 2015. Photographed By: Iks Virina

17. I'm not a coffee person. Don't get me wrong, I love the smell of coffee. It's just that the coffee doesn't like me at all. Every time I drink coffee, especially those with high caffeine like espresso, I end up palpitating and having heartburn. I can drink it but not too much, and sometimes I preferred Frappuccino. I'm more of a tea person. I love chamomile and red berries flavors.

FEU I.D. vs BPSU I.D.

18. I went to two schools back in College. When I was in my senior year in High School, I didn't really plan my college life. I have no idea what school I am going to attend. I only know was my mom wants me to take up Architecture even though I don't want to. So yeah, I end up going to Far Eastern University for 2 years. Then, my Dad, he was working abroad in Libya, and there was a war at that time in the Middle East. So they had to go home and stopped working. We have no income, we had financial issues, and that's when I decided to return home and study in my hometown, get a scholarship because I have no choice. I was in college for 6 years, supposedly 5 years only but I had to retake some of my subjects that I already took up in my previous school because the school didn't credit it.

Back in 2015, I tried to dress up like Blair Waldorf. She loves wearing headband hehe

19. My favorite show of all time is Gossip Girl. It's like the first rated r tv shows that I really got hooked up and fall in love with. It's the reason why I've always wanted to go to New York. I have watched this already a few times, and it doesn't get old. I love Serena Van Der Woodsen (Blake Lively), her style, and the way she carries her clothes. She's this free-spirited, charming, nice, laidback IT GIRL. And then Blair Waldorf (Leighton Meester) aside from her classy, preppy style, I like her domineering and loyal personality. Plus her romantic on and off love affair with Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick). But my biggest crush on this show is Nate Archibald (Chace Crawford), oh god I love his eyes, it's so sexy! HAHA

Sandbox Adventure at Pampanga; Bike Trailing and Wakeboarding at Nuvali, Laguna; and Skimboarding at Boracay

20. I love some good adventure. I have this bucket list of things to do before I die, and I want to fulfill that. Like traveling the whole world, plus I want to go skydiving or bungee jumping. Aside from that, you're just not creating memories, you're also trying new things. And I'm always up for trying new things, and I like challenging myself sometimes. Life is boring if you don't at least try or go out of your comfort zone. Just try new things once in a while, and don't be afraid to soar high.

What’s something random about you? And if you make a post, share it below. Thank you so much for dropping by!

Love Lots, Jamie

[doctorroseficreclists]

Updates:  June 5 - Sept 7

Hi, everybody! @promisedyouforever here with a long overdue update. We've got a good deal of new fic added, and there's always so much more yet to read! :D

AUTHOR LIST

I’ve made a monster update/upgrade to the author list, and I believe I've accounted for just about all the authors we've recommended! (It's quite possible I may have missed one or two, especially with a new list afterwards, but I've tried to be thorough!) We now have

a fully functional web app allowing you to sort authors according to where they can be found (tumblr, Ao3, etc.) It took me many, many hours, but I’m so pleased with the result! AND...

681 authors whose works we’ve listed so far. O.O I knew we would have a large number, but this is beyond anything I ever expected. I’m FLOORED that so many great authors even exist! So many awesome people!!

Lastly, a request! If you notice any errors, duplicates (like listing a different account by the same author separately), or outdated info, please do let us know! I really want it to be as error-free as possible! :)

  NEW LISTS POSTED

Dimension!Hopping Rose/Rose in Pete's World

Human Nature/Fobbed with Rose: Ten

Human Nature/Fobbed with Rose: Nine, Eight, Eleven, Twelve

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Pride Month

  NEW FIC ADDITIONS TO EXISTING LISTS:

This includes both new fic, new fic added to more than one list, and fic that was already on other lists but was added to another list as well. New additions to a list are at the top, and fic that was announced as a new addition last time has now been moved from there into the regular list.  Here they are:

CLASSICS:

NinexRose

Her Dragon by @rishidiams

ElevenxRose

Dum Spiro Spero by biggrstaffbunch (oneshot, adult)

The Final Chapter by Goldy (oneshot, all ages)

Hitchhikers of the Vortex (Eleventh Doctor AU Verse) by @kelkat9

The Lodgers by @fantastiqueolicity

DoctorxAlt!Rose

Everyday Magic series by @perfectlyrose (NinexMagic!Rose, all ages)

From Forever to Eternity @fantastiqueolicity

TROPES:

Amnesia

Complexities of the Mind, part of the series Eleven and His Rose, by @bittyblueeyes (ElevenxRose, teen)

Look Who Got There First by Haely_Potter (ElevenxRose, TentooxRose)

The Restoration by @jellyneau-xo (TenxRose, adult)

Cold (huddling for warmth)

Huddling for Warmth by @kelkat9 (TentooxRose, adult)

Jealous/Possessive

Sartorial Temptation by @callistawolf

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Untitled by @kelkat9 (Fobbed!NinexRose, teen, and HARLEYS! ;D)

Turned Into Baby/Child

Complexities of the Mind by @bittyblueeyes (ElevenxRose, all ages)

THEMES:

Angst, Sad Ending

and the world is colorless by @thewolfsdoctor

like a ghost by @onlyeverthus (TenxRose, teen, dimensionhopping!rose)

to hear your voice again by @thewolfsdoctor (TenxRose, post JE, crossing timelines)

vita brevis: part 1 & part 2 by @lvslie (teen, tw)

Angst, Very Sad Ending/Character Death

Many Waters by @jessalrynn (TenxRose, teen, suicide tw)

Reunion!Fic: TenxRose General

Following the Wolf by @goingtothetardis (teen)

Hope Returned, sequel to Wait for Hope by BasketCase

Sometimes the End is the Best Place to Start by@starsandfairytales (all ages)

To Be With My Love, On Christmas Day by cookie2697

To Bring Them Home by @chocolatequeennk (teen)

Voicemail From the Future by @chocolatequeennk (EightxRose, TenxRose, all ages)

Telepathic Bonding

Casting Out Fear by @chocolatequeennk (TenxRose, teen, accidental bond)

HURT/COMFORT:

Illness or Injury

It’s the Last Time by @goingtothetardis (NinexRose, teen)

Senses Only Divide Us by @tenscupcake (borders on doc!whump)

Period Pain

Chocolate Bars and Red Roses by Janna Silver Hawkins (NinexRose, all ages)

Doctor Thinks Rose is Dead

Untitled 29 by @tenroseforeverandever

Scars

All Her Flaws Aside by @sequencefairy (TenxRose implied, dimension!hopping rose, teen, possible tw)

HOLIDAYS/SEASONS/CELEBRATIONS:

Pride Month

Home by @hanluvr (TentooxRose)

EP RELATED/POST EP:

GitF

if you love something, let it go by memyselfandwe (teen, multichap)

Leave Us Behind by @goingtothetardis

Impossible Planet/Satan Pit

This House is Not For Sale by cemntauriamontana

The Quiet Life by marylane23

AU:

Fairy Tale

Her Dragon by @rishidiams

Historical/Regency

A Marriage of (In)convenience by @lastbluetardis (TenxRose, teen)

BABY!FIC:

TenxRose

Untitled(TenxRose, all ages) by @whatwecanfic ~ a TenxRose sequel to the TentooxRose fic White Blond Curls (adult) by @allegoricalrose

vita brevis part 1 & part 2 by @lvslie (teen, tw)

TentooxRose

poly-cotton blend by @lyricalprose

DOCTOR RELATED THEMES:

Fem!Doctor (Most of these are found on the Pride Month list as well!)

All That Matters by @snufflestheanimagus (Fem!Ten(?)xRose, teen)

empty and echo by @dimensionhoppingrose (Fem!TenxRose, teen, major character death tw)

The Fem!Doctor Collection by @perfectlyrose (collection of ficlets, all ages)

the flower girl by @dimensionhoppingrose (Fem!TenxRose, au, all ages)

keep me close (keep me in your heart) by @perfectlyrose (Fem!TenxRose, bedsharing, hurt/comfort, all ages)

a new way to wake up by @wordsintimeandspace (teen/m-ish?)

spin the bottle kiss prompt by @lastbluetardis (Fem!TenxRose, au, teen)

thrill of the chase by @megabadbunny (Fem!TenxRose, teen)

to your grave by @dimensionhoppingrose (Fem!TenxRose, angst, post-Doomsday grief, all ages)

Triple Helix by @elsinore-and-inverness (pregnant!Fem!TenxRose, teen)

Who We Are by @wordsintimeandspace (Fem!TenxRose, soulmate au, teen)

ROSE RELATED THEMES:

BadWolf!Rose

Pyrite by @sequencefairy

  AUTHORS WHO HAVE LEFT THE BUILDING

It makes us cry (honestly!), but sadly, every once in a while an author leaves the fandom, or leaves a certain platform, and makes the decision to take their fic with them. Those who've left:

Ao3:

badwolf145. Stories affected: none (author is now "orphan account")

fourknocks. Stories affected: "Tenerife Sea" (TROPES: beach & TROPES: marriages of convenience) - replaced broken link with working link.

InkPress00. Stories affected: "Cozy" (TROPES: cold) - replaced broken link with working Teaspoon link.

Teaspoon:

teawhovian. Stories affected: removed “Cannon in Canon" from s1 post ep: Dalek :(

CharmingSlayer. Stories affected: removed "Celebrations" from baby!fic: tentooxrose; removed "Goddess of Time" from Rose Related Themes : badwolf!rose; removed "Legacy of the Bad Wolf" from Themes: Reunion!fic: TenxRose general :(

LiveJournal:

chicklet73. Stories affected: removed "Lather" from Tropes: bath/shower; removed "Breathe In" from Tropes: camping/tents; removed "Finally, It Happens Here" from Tropes: jealous/possessive :(

Multiple Sites:

@pls10. Stories affected: removed “The Doctor & Rose’s ABCs” from Rose's Past: Friends; removed “Doctor for the Day” from Ep-Related/Post-Ep: s1, Dalek. :(

Well, it’s a sad note upon which to end, but I think that’s all for now!  Til next time! ♥