#i havent been able to watch yet but i finished this yesterday and i love him a lot

[iheardyourprayer]

Happy Drawtectives Day!

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

big long rant abt how happy i am rn but its LONG ^_^

holy shit . its a sunday evening and im somehow SO FUCKING HAPPY. like. nnothing even HAPPENED today i just had A GOOD DAY IN GENERAL this is incredible. like. i watched a nice tv episode and saw a funny video and played some minecraft and hollow knight and watched a fuckin crazy jrwi episode and woke up before the sun and felt the wind and watched the sun and heard the birds and. man. and tomorrow i know i have school and thats not even ruining my mood at all. because i have history. and my history teacher is nice. and he wont mind that i havent done any of the work because he gets it. and he explains things in interesting ways and hes kind and he never shouts and its the only class i not only feel comfortable asking questions, but where i WANT to ask questions because hes NICE about questions and i usually probably wouldnt care abt the shit were learning abt but he tells it like its actually REAL and not just a sheet of information. and im just happy. and whilst i didnt finish my codeflippa drawing like i hoped i would, i think ive come to terms w the fact i dont think i wanna ever Finish it, bc my creativity for it died down. i think ill just surround it in a few more flippa doodles n then post it bc ITSF FINE !!!! man. and like. i think ive remembered how it felt to be 5 again. when everything was SO EXCITING and i had no worries about the future because the only thing that EXISTED was here and now. and the world WAS big and scary but it was also incredible and interesting and full of light and colour and. like right now i can smell dinner cooking and for once im taking a moment to feel excited about that. because YES dinner happens everyday but !!! isnt it great that theres gonna be food soon !!!!!! and ill be able to eat it and i hope its smth i like. my sense of smell DID get fucked up 2 years ago BUT THAT ONLY MEANS DINNERS EVEN MORE OF A SURPRISE !!! it smells vaguely of HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT IT SMELLS LIKE THAT ONE CHICKEN DISH I HAD A LOT LIKE 5 YEARS AGO it most likely isnt that but ica nt belive i remember what that smells like . and like !!!! right now im listening tot he celeste soundtrack AND ITS SO GOOD !!!!!!! and MUSIC SOUNDS SO GOOD !!!!! and i played minecraft today and i tamed a dog called. smth. i havent named it yet. and a cat named smth toast related bc i was rlly hungry 4 toast and then i saw it. and i found out there r 3 seperate villages all really close to my base and i built a farm with potatoes and carrots and wheat and i mined for ages and realised my sense of direction in minecraft maybe isnt as bad as i thought it was because i spent like 2 hours in a cave and got utterly lost, but still knew which way west was. and i played a little hollow knight and didnt do too much but got across greenpath because i started a new save yesterday where i did all of crossroads. and if i play more hk later im gonna complete greenpath (or atleast what u can do b4 any other areas). and i saw my cat this morning !!!! and he was so friendly and he went meow meow meow and i went meow meow meow. and i just watched the new DW episode and !!!!! it was rlly good !!!!! ofCOURSEit had its moments of :/ BUT THAT DW FOR U IT ALWAYS HAS ITS :/ MOMENTS but it was SO good !!!!!!! and i love life sm rn and i can hum along to celeste music and my room is a good temperature and. my face ghurts bc ive been smilng so much. but im happy ^_^ and who knows how ill feel later tonight but what matters is that RIGHT NOW i m so in love witht he world :3

[splatmastr]

Seijoh 4 as Camboys

This thought has plagued a dear friend and I for a while so I wrote some drabbles for each of the boys. These are NSFW Timeskip!Seijoh4 drabbles. Minors DNI!

Oikawa Toru Uses toys. On steam and off. Doesn’t do audios. He’s “too busy”. Does this man love to show off his perfect dick? Yes, absolutely. This man was not born yesterday and knows exactly how to milk any and every opportunity thrown at him. “Everytime I make one of you Princes/Princesses cum that is another dollar that you have to donate. If I am working this hard to push out to all you horny fucks, then I need to start reaping the benefits.” He always has a shit eating grin on his face. He complains about so much especially for streams. Another attention seeking fucker. “Ugh. This always hurts my wrist when I use it. I wish there was someone here with me that I can use to get off. A warm body/mouth. Not my hand or this toy.” The chat. DECEASED. Gone and blows up instantly and that is what he likes to see. He is also vocal. Not as much as Makki, I think Makki is the most vocal and Iwa is least. “I wish there was someone here to help me clean up all this cum. Lick it all off of my body and hands.” Playing a very much woah is me act. Again, just to see the chat blow up with people saying that it can be them. His videos are not as personalized as Makki, but he is more dominant in them because the live audience isn’t there. “I can practically hear how wet you are from me and it hasn’t even been a couple minutes. My cock is barely out of my pants and I bet you have already came once havent you angels?” Right before he cums he just is always, “If you came with me at the same time angels, thats an extra five dollars” (ooof he def knows his audience)

Hanamaki Takahiro Uses toys. For sure. Just fleshlights, but only for audios. When he is streaming or making videos, its just all him. He loves the compliments he gets on his body, especially his dick, so he has it all out for everyone. Makki is very vocal. VERY. “I thought you all liked the way I stroke myself. If the stream keeps as silent as this I might just end it early and call a friend to help me finish.” Again, UNAPOLOGETIC for attention. This fucker will be mid strokes to read the comments AND calling them out! “Oh, we have a few kittens that think that they can handle all of me. HA. You all are too cute. I haven’t met someone who has been able to yet, but I enjoy the challenge.” His VIDEOS. Bitch. Similar to where he degrades, but to the audience as a whole. “I bet you all have been waiting all day for this. To be sitting in your dark room to watch me cum.” Like does this bitch have cameras? He makes GREAT personalized content. Like he gots that shit down! Makki does just come with those one liners “GOD. I wish you were here to help me with this. His audios are just like if him and the listener were dating and he sent a video clip.

Matsukawa Issei Ocassional use of toys. Not too many times has he used toys. Mattsun is (perfect), no he is just always so calm and steady. Does he get to the point of aggression that Iwa does? Of course he does, but its a slow build. I also see Mattsun, aside from Iwa, having a good mixture of SFW and NSFW. Well, I think this man starts with SFW, but it eventually turns into NSFW. This man starts agonizingly slow. I also, just think, (IMO) that he loves to edge and overstim himself. He just wants to push the limits of his body. (And boy does he do it well). For No Nut November, he would stream everyday or every week and read a book. People loved it. So much so that when he, inevitably, lost NNN, people still requested that he read on stream. He took this opportunity to read fanfics on steam and see if he can last without touching himself. I also think that some graveyard shift streams are just him talking about his day, possibly just a vibe stream with some music. Mattsun does audios where he is just sexily talking to us horny bitches early in the morning. Groggy voice, morning wood and just super slow strokes to start the day. ( Why can’t he be real?!?). Please. In his audios he for sure is describing scenes of being with a girl in the morning. Really any scenario. He is now a fan fic consumer so he knows how to set a scene.

Iwaizumi Hajime Doesn’t use toys. Just hands. Not very vocal. Grunts, heavy breathing. Very aggressive. Does Not address all the viewers, “Babes”, when the stream is NSFW. BUT when he films his videos he does address them. “GOD. I better not be this hard for no reason babes. At least donate something on my next stream if you get off to this one. Unghe- C-Close. Ghagh- Cumming! Ugh i hate the mess jerking off always makes. But I needed that so much babes, you have no idea.” Kind of just abruptly stops after that as his dick starts to soften. Kinda insecure about the fact that he has a following, so avoids the “babes ”while in the heat of the moment. Sort of like if you received a video just for yourself. His NSFW streams are top tier. (IMO). He just gets on already slowly pumping his hardening cock, still in his gym clothes. Gym shorts and boxers only pulled midthigh. Just enough for his veiny cock to be out. “Hey babes. Sorry I started without you, but to make it up I won’t go so fast today. Hopefully you can make it through the whole thing with me.” (Jeez I am red with just writing that). This man is the biggest tease in his videos, again making it seem like they were made specifically for yourself, just so degrading. “I bet you couldn’t help but touch yourself. Getting off to me letting off steam from the gym. Dirty babes.” Always ends his videos or streams with “ Stay hydrated sluts”. (I love him so much).

[lovebug5151]

Family Bonding (With a hint of Angst) Robodad Grian Au

(Yes, unless y'all have better ideas for the name of this Au, this is what i’m going with lmao. If you do have any, go ahead and say em! If i like it and it fits, ill rename it and say it was your idea in the next chapter.)

So this is about 2040 words, and i’m quite happy with it. I don’t think I made this one as sad as the first one, but im not sure. I actually have a story line for up to ch 5 of this story, and I hope that this is one of the last true sad chapters (Though I might spice some things up, dont want things too happy, do ya :D

This is also about a week or so after the events of the first chapter.

Grian sat on top of his mansion, just watching and listening to the wind, breathing in, and out. He needed to clear his head. Earlier Mumbo had made a offhand comment about how Grumbots heart was missing, and ‘maybe it fell into the ocean’ before laughing. 

While Grian knew Mumbo didn’t have the same background as he did with considering Aware AI’s ‘just robots’, he had called Grumbot son, even if it was awkwardly. It hurt Grian, to know that Mumbo might hurt Grumbot, even unintentionally, if he did see him. And Jrumbot… he was just a child, his dad saying hurtful things would hurt him so much more.

Grian had to quickly finish up what he was doing, and rush back to his base to breath. He couldn’t work beside Mumbo at the moment, couldn’t explain how Mumbo had hurt him, and so had run off. 

Grian leaned forward slightly to look down. It was a far drop. Grian had never truly been afraid of heights, he loved climbing high in the air. 

It was joked that it was because he was short, that he liked to be tall, but he just liked feeling the wind rush around him, and the feeling of falling and pulling up right before hitting the ground. It was elating, and whenever he was feeling bad he just took a leap off a roof and fell, before swooping up using his elytra. 

He wondered if Grumbot would like flying, he could fix up some Jet boots for him, maybe mechanical wings? Yeah, he’ll make some wings for Grumbot and if he liked them, maybe some for himself. He liked the idea of being able to mostly hover in one place. 

He let out a breath and looked at the sun. It was nearing lunch, and if he didn’t come inside Grumbot would come looking for him. 

Grian swooped down, landing in front of the door, before heading inside. 

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Grumbot hummed as he finished cooking some steak. He and Jrumbot were able to eat regular food, and no one knew how, but neither Grumbot or Grian really wanted to question it so they let it be.

He put the steak on plates and turned around just as his Dad walked in. He smiled and said hi to him while bringing the plates to the table. Jrumbot was already there and they sat on chairs to eat.

It was quiet for a moment before Grian yawned. “Have you two ever wanted to fly?” 

Grumbot looked at him weirdly for a second before nodding. “Yeah, kinda, but I'm way too heavy for an elytra.”

Jrumbot paused with his steak halfway in his mouth

“If fould fe fun fu fly” He said, still chewing his food. 

Grian sighed slightly and smiled at Jrumbot 

“Jrumbot, dont talk with your mouth full.”

Jrumbot finished his mouthful and squirmed slightly. “Sorry.”

“|Its alright. Its just something to that we dont make a mess okay?” Grian told him.

“Okay.” Jrumbot muttered, before continuing “But yeah! It would be so fun to fly!”

Grian smiled “I have an idea then, but let's finish eating, yeah?” Both of them nodded at him before starting to eat their steak again.

After dinner, Jrumbot went to go mess with some of the blocks Grian had given him, and Grian and Grumbot went down to the Lab. They called it a Lab, but it was just a basement with too many tech pieces in it.

Grumbot sat down in a chair before waiting for Grian to talk, while Grian went over to look at something on a table.

“Dad,” Grumbot started, when it was obvious Grian wasn't gonna start talking “What was with the questions about flying?”

Grian glanced back at him. “Not much, I was just thinking about something. You both know how you're too heavy for elytras, but I was thinking, if we remade some of your body into lighter but still strong metals, and used,” His talking stopped as he walked towards a wall. Grumbot was confused until suddenly a Shulker Box opened.

Grumbot stared for a second before laughing. “How did i not know that was there?” He got out between giggles.

Grian smiled at him. “I havent opened it around you, and you haven't snooped. I'm not surprised you haven't found it. I keep my old ideas in there, old blueprints, old mechanical pieces I just couldn't throw away, those sort of things.” Grian started unrolling a big piece of paper “And I remembered I had a blueprint of these old things.”

Grumbot stood up to look at the paper, and after taking a moment to understand it, froze with excitement. He glances up at Grian with a giant smile, and Grian smiled back.

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Grian let out a oof as Grumbot collided with him. Grumbot was giggling uncontrollably, and Grian was happy that Grumbot was happy. Grumbot let go to look at the blueprint again and looked up with eyes so full of excitement that Grian felt excited too.

“Can we actually make these?” Grumbot asked, almost bouncing up and down.

Grian laughed and nodded. “Yeah, we'll have to test them out, but there's no reason we can't. It will take a while.” He warned Grumbot “And I will test out the wings first when we think they're ready.”

He saw Grumbot take a breath, to say something when Grian continued. “I haven't tested these designs yet. I would rather, if something goes wrong, to have me gone for a couple days respawning, and you safe, instead of you-” Grian couldn't even finish the sentence before he had to take a deep breath before the tears started coming. “Instead of you getting hurt.” He ended quietly, putting his hand on Grumbots shoulder. Grumbot looked down for a moment, before looking up at Grian with sadness. 

“I understand Dad, but please don't get hurt, Don’t d-die and have to respawn, I don't know what I'd tell Jrumbot.”

Grian looked at him and smiled sadly. “I wasn't planning on dying anytime soon kid. Let's start figuring out what we need to get for the wings, yeah?” Grumbot nodded excitedly, and bolted for the metals cabinet. Grian laughed as he followed along.

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Grian Yawned and stretched out his arms. They were all sitting in front of a fireplace, enjoying tea and Jrumbot was cuddling with Maui.

The good feeling couldn't last forever though, because eventually Jrumbot looked up and over at Grian. “Dad,” He started “Why haven't we seen Papa?”

Grian froze for a second before closing his eyes. He didnt wanna talk about this to them, he didn't want to hurt them.

“Dad?” Grumbot questioned, seeing his Dad freeze up and look on the verge of tears.

Grian sighed and rubbed his face. “Both of you come here.” He murmured finally, patting the couch he was sitting on either side of him.

Grumbot and Jrumbot quickly came over to sit beside him, and Grian put both his arms on their shoulders.

Grian took a deep breath. “You have not seen mumbo, and have not been able to explore outside of my mansion area, for a couple reasons. One of these is that I'm not too sure how mobs will react to you, and How you'd react with being hurt by a mob. The other,...” Grian took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, letting his chin drop to his chest. “The other,” Grian continued, “Is because I'm not too sure of how the other Hermits would react to you.” He finally looked up and saw both of them staring at him in confusion. Grian tried to explain. “I'm one of the only ones who have experience with actually aware AI’s, I believe, and when some people are scared of something, they decide that they should hurt it before it hurts them.” He took another deep breath and looked into Grumbot and Jrumbots eyes, one after the other. “I do not believe that many of the Hermits would react this way, but I don't know exactly how they would react, and I don't want them to hurt you, either unknowingly or not.”

He saw Grumbots eyes widen and Jrumbots eyes narrow slightly. “I understand that reasoning dad,” Jrumbot started “But why haven't we seen papa?”

Grian sighed again. “Do you two remember yesterday morning, when I came back early and stayed on the roof for a bit?” they both nodded and Grian continued. “I did that, because Mum- Papa, upset me with his words.” He said, before taking a pause. He didn't look at either of his boys, but rather the ceiling as he said “He made some not nice jokes about Grumbot. Both of you must know however,” Grian started saying immediately when they both froze “That Mumbo doesn't know much about Aware AI’s. He believed Grumbot was an unaware aware AI, and that he was killed when he broke down. He did not know you had actual feelings, instead of manufactured ones. Mumbo often has issues figuring out other people's emotions, and most of the time redstone doesn't have emotions. Mumbo doesn't know about you two, and you haven't seen him,” Grian was starting to slow as he tried to find the words he needed. “Because, Because I am afraid. He murmured quietly. I am afraid he will unwittingly hurt you with his words, and I didnt want that to happen before you were aware it could happen. I'm sorry I kept this from you, but I wasn't aware of how to say it, or if you were ready for it, and decided to let one of you bring the topic up.”

There was silence for a moment before both of his boys hugged him. “I understand Dad,” Grumbot murmured into his shirt. “You didn't want us to get hurt, but thank you for telling us now.” Jrumbot nodded in agreement and Grian let out a wet laugh. Sounding on the edge of tears he said “What did I ever do without you boys?”

Grumbot pulled away and giggled as he said “Forgot about eating dinner.”

Grian paused before letting out a loud laugh which made Grumbot and Jrumbot start giggling.

“I can't say you're wrong.” Grian laughed, running a hand through his hair.

Grian then yawned, and stood up to stretch. “However nice this bonding session has been.” Grian started, turning toward his boys. “I believe it is bedtime. No buts!” he smiled at them as he said that, both of them having opened their mouths to deny it. It is nighttime, and very dark, and both of you need sleep.”

“Will you read to me dad,” Jrumbot murmured, fidgeting on the couch.

Grian smiled at him. “Of course, you only need ask.” He smirked at Jrumbot before saying “However, the first one to get to your room gets to pick the book, and oh look, Grumbots already at the hallway-” Jrumbot shrieked out a laugh as a sudden race took place in the hallway, and Grian smiled as he tidied the place up, talking the mugs to the kitchen to wash tomorrow.

He then walked to the boys bedroom, to find Jrumbot pouting as Grumbot sat on his bed.

“What will the story be?” Grian asked them, and Grumbot smiled before saying, “what about the one about the Dragons saving the world?”

Jrumbot glanced up with wide eyes and Grian grinned. Even though Grumbot had obviously won, he had also chosen his brother's favorite book to read.

Grian walked over to the bookshelf and found the book, “A Warrior's Tail” before walking to Jrumbots bed. He started reading to them, and within the third chapter, they were both asleep. 

Grian smiled and leaned over both of them to kiss their foreheads, before whispering ‘night’ and leaving the room. He walked toward his own bedroom and climbed into bed. Grian looked at the ceiling and felt Maui joined him, purring as he curled up around Grians head. He reached up to scratch Maui under the chin, before yawning and turning off his lamp.

That talk was one he had been dreading, and it went over quite well. Grians last thought before sleeping was ‘Maybe I should introduce them to another Hermit.’

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For whatever reason, Autocorrect really hates all names. Anyways, I know who the Hermit is, But do any of you? I want to see who you think the hermit is!

Also, if you liked this story, please comment! I loved reading all of your comments on the last one! They helped me make this chapter as quick as possible! (I may also be procrastinating on other stories with a Grumbot Fix-it Fic but, oh well)

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

Hi, i hope you are feeling good! Im better than yesterday so i can finally answer you. First of all: i am so happy that you shared your fanfiction! i had a great time reading it! Im always open for more recs. Maybe your all time favorites? Or if you know some good h/c these are always welcome :) And YESSS please send me a link to your fanvids. -- yeah 13rw was super cursed. haha i also watched season 1 but thankfully i was able to sto watching becaue i could feel it making me feel bad (1)

I agree the suicide scene was just cringe (but i think i remember reading somewhere that they cut it out? idk) and overall this show just gave me the feeling that there was no hope and things are always getting worse instead of better and i hated that. but enough of that cursed show. can i just say i really admire how open you are about your feelings (like being suicidal and that) i realy, really admire this about you. i have so much respect for you that you can just share your feelings here (2)

I have never heard of ace attorney but that story you described sounds really good. and i get reading sth that isnt good for you and still doing it (because im a dumb bitch too :D) -- okay i might accept that Root will never grow on you (but i thought so too and look at me now :D) but i havent fully given up yet :)-- yes thats the girl. i think it was really sweet when she said that to Shaw. and i think Shaw appreciated it that someone tried to figure her out instead of just writting her off (3)

Shaw is really cool and definately also a badass and in combination with John its just great! but you will have to suffer trough some Shoot.  but maybe, maybe you will end up not hating Root. hope dies last (idk how the saying goes in english, sorry). -- Did you ever ship Caresse (in a romantic way)? cause sometimes i do and sometimes i dont and i get so confused about it :) but i think most of the time i like them more as friends. anyway her death really sucked and you are right with (4)

her death and them losing the library it felt like a different show (i mean i guess it was a different show then). i kinda get your feelings about the destroyed library because i also really loved it (and im really bad with change) but i dont think it affected me as much as you. but yeah i still missed the library very much. and while the subway is a really cool new place its not the same. (also the subway is super dark cause its underground and idk it just makes the whole thing less homey) (5)

Yes he is everything! such a great, interesting character and i wish there were more John-centric episodes! (like ones that explored his character more). that was one of my biggest dislikes of the later seasons that John wasnt featured as much anymore. i think he chuckled a few times in the show but a real laugh? i cant remember one :(  -- He did promise Joss to talk to Tyler so @show were is that talk? -- if seen the vid its awesome! thehiddenmemory has some great poi vids! (6)

yes i think so too. Like Grace would probably be relived and thankful that Harold is still alive and maybe they would even try again but eventually she would figure out that she cant trust him after lying to him for so long or sth like that and Harold would ofc realize that he is in love with someone else now. And then he finds out that John is still alive but stayed away cause he didnt want to get in the way of Harold/Grace. But then Harold comes back. And when they meet again John is like (7)

you came back for the machine? what about Grace. But Harold tells him he came back for John not the machine and then they kiss and have a happy live with Bear (sorry i got a little carried away here :D). -- Yeah Zoe is really hot and she needed more screen time! -- i hope you have a good day and i hope i havent messed up the numbers on the asks! :)

Hi ! I'm finally free from the resits, I hope you're doing okay with your thesis 💛

Sorry for replying late, there was the exam resits, and I read a bunch of fics, then I fell into pokémon and started bingewatching it. (Also I had a breakdown during therapy today so I'm gonna finish writing my answer to distract myself - it's been sitting in my drafts for so long rip)

Thank you !! It was a very personal thing, I'm really happy you liked it !! Your support and your comment made me thrive 💛💛

Tbh I was surprised to see it get kudos given that the only intended audience was my self projecting ass 🤣

So, my fav fics (my fav fic ever is in French, rip to y'all bc it's so good):

I am, I am, I am by RavenWhitecastle

Actually check the entire series this work belongs to: The Sinner and the Saint. I haven't finished it yet but I love it (I just skipped the explicit fics bc I don't like smut or sub!John)

Breaking All The Rules by talkingtothesky

Outsider Perspective by Neery

A Really Private Person by astolat

Hamartia (the hero's fatal flaw) by astolat

If Only for Tonight by spacemutineer

From Here, Where? by AKMars

Stroll by TheaNishimori

and the world was gone by lunarcorvid

a light that never goes out by vindicatedtruth

Limitations. by Michaelssw0rd

Reel you in and spit you out by Michaelssw0rd

All I Want For Christmas Is You by richmahogany

By What Power I Am Made Bold by brinnanza

Aftershocks by darringtons

At Certain Hours It All Breaks Down by nogoaway

construction of a kingdom by the_ragnarok

You Take Me Higher Than I've Gone by talkingtothesky

All Together Now by beadedslipper

I'll Let the Waters Still by brinnanza

Birthday Tradition by talkingtothesky

Things My Father Taught Me by KRyn

Truth is in the Eye of the Beholder by infiniteeight

Better Luck This Time by Lisztful

Motivations by JenNova

What's On the Table by cortue

In Another Life by Della19

I Thought We Already Were by talkingtothesky

Misunderstandings by thisstarvingartist

This is already fucking long omg so for the h/c: my bookmarks filtered with Rinch and h/c

Here's my playlist, it's mostly Rinch, but there are a few not Rinch vids, plus some scenes I like

This is long enough already, so it's time for a read more. Also, warning, we be talking about suicide

The portrayal of suicide is cringe most of the time anyway. If my suicidal ass can find a list of suicide methods and their lethality in 2 mins on Google you'd think writers who are supposed to do some research would be able to find them too but no they're like "ah yes slicing wrists" even though it's literally the shittiest method 🙄 (I just don't understand why slicing wrists seems to be such a popular method in the collective imagination ? It's weird.) At least in 13rw she took aspirin and cut herself vertically instead of horizontally but still, no hesitation wounds, and she dies even though she only got 4 wounds iirc ? I know more about jumping off bridges than slicing wrists, but it kinda sounds like bullshit to me. Also Netflix once suggested "beyond the reasons" to me, it's a sort of discussion with the cast and crew of 13rw and the only thing I remember is a moment of intellectual masturbation abt how they "opened a discussion abt suicide" 😬😬😬

They may have cut it out it's not impossible, idk I didn't hear about it, but it's not like I look for info about this dumpster fire lol. Maybe they faced backlash ? Wouldn't be surprised given how shit the show was. And yeah it has a hopeless vibe, I mean that's how it be when you're suicidal, but I didn't like it either.

You're sweet 💜💜 it's interesting that you find it respectable or admirable, I don't have an external point of view, so I'm just like 🤷 it is what it is. I understand where you're coming from though, I guess it's still quite a taboo subject, and suicidal people don't always feel comfortable talking about it, so me throwing around that I jumped off a bridge must be surprising. I'm detached enough from my suicide attempt that I'm able to talk about it without much of a problem, and I'm not really suicidal anymore.

Dumb bitches unite 👏👏👏 we be out there reading shit we shouldn't read

Yeah I think it's nice how the show didn't portray Shaw as a bad person for not having "normal feelings". Well, hope makes one live as we say in French (idk the English saying either lol) but don't hold much hope about me liking Root lmao

I used to ship careese bc they kissed in the crossing, but then I read some Rinch fics and I just ended up falling into it to the point where I stopped caring about careese. Now I think their relationship works better as a friendship.

Yeah all that change really puts me off... It just gives me "bad spin-off" vibes. Especially since there is less John :( and less Rinch :((((

Lmao yeah I just have a lot of feelings about early poi hgkfglrk. Also :/ I'm sad about the subway being less homey pls I just want happiness ?? I swear this show destroys my heart on top of owning my last braincell (brb changing my blog title to this lmao)

Mood I need all the John-centric eps, give me m o r e characterization and development and backstory and feelings hhhhhhh. I love him so much I just wanna spend more time with him. And that's what fics are for ! Yeah thehiddenmemory is so talented ! Astolat made some good ones too, on top of writing really good fics ! (Our fandom has been blessed with the presence of one of the ao3 founders hell yeah)

Also, remember how we talked abt the poi subreddit ? The other day I left a comment on there, wild I know. It wasn't a discussion about the last seasons though, I'm not crazy, it was about the impact poi had in our lives so I said it literally taught me English. Who knows maybe sometimes I'll comment again lol. I just don't wanna meet one of those people who prefer late poi over early poi.

Allow me to uuuuh write something based on what you said. Don't ask me how John survived with no major injuries, my man got that Thick Plot Armor alright. Hope you appreciate me getting carried away sjdkdksk it's kinda rushed and the first part isn't that good bc idk how to write Grace I'm just here for that sweet sweet Rinch stuff

Harold is eating breakfast with Grace in her kitchen – he can't think of her home as his home – when his phone vibrates. It's a text from the machine. It's a surprise, she barely contacted him since... He blocks the thoughts and the images coming to his mind. The machine sent him a picture. When he opens it, his heart misses a beat. Right here on his screen is a silhouette he thought he would never see again. His phone vibrates again. Another picture, this time it's unmistakably John, wearing his signature suit, Bear next to him. Transfixed, he stares at his phone until he feels Grace gently touching his arm. She goes straight to the point.

"Is it John ?" He looks up in confusion, but before he can say anything, she adds, "I hear you call him in your sleep every night."

"It's him, yes." He doesn't want to explain. He only wants to see John, to touch him, to tell him how much he loves him.

"You should go back to him. I like you, Harold. I am deeply relieved to see you alive. But I've been thinking, and... It's not working. This, us... You aren't really the man I fell in love with, the man I grieved... I can't trust you anymore." She doesn't say 'You lied to me' but Harold hears it all the same.

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Harold sits on their bench. The machine indicated John often comes here. Soon enough, his arms are full of Bear, and John is standing in front of him.

"John. How are you ?" he asks when Bear finally calms down.

"Busy. And you ?"

Harold eyes him suspiciously – John once said he was busy when he was bleeding and way too close to death – but he seems to be well.

"I'm fine." He doesn't have time for awkward small talk." I thought you were dead. Why didn't you contact me ?"

"The machine told me you were with Grace. I thought you wanted to come back to your previous life. I didn't want to crash into it and ruin what you had."

Harold wants to be angry at him, but he understands. He did the same with Grace.

"You would never ruin anything. Besides, my relationship with Grace... didn't survive my lies. She's very dear to my heart, but she's a part of my previous life, as you said."

"So you came back for the machine, and the numbers, like the good old times ?"

Harold gets up from the bench.

"I came back for you. You are an important part of my life. The most important part."

John smiles, finally. He takes a step towards Harold, they're so close they could kiss. Harold reaches out, grips his shirt and slowly inches closer. He's still afraid of being rejected but John wraps his arm around him and kisses him. The kiss is over too soon. John's smile is even wider when they part.

"You're the most important part of my life too," he says before kissing Harold again. "You will stay ?"

"Always."

Damn I live for sappy Rinch stuff.

Bitches decided that Harold saying "always" is peak Rinch. It's me I'm bitches.

Also ofc I had to make a reference to number crunch, who do you think I am

Anyway. I hope you have a good day ! 💛

[honeymoonjin]

Chapter Eleven

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

A/N: This chapter is a little different, it’s in Yoongi’s point of view. I was going to make it Chapter 10.5 since it kind of occurs alongside Chapter 10 chronologically, but I didn’t want anyone thinking it wasn’t necessary to the plot, because it definitely is. Let me know what you think!

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"Can't you just let me go with you, hyung? I'll be good!"

This kid. Yoongi shakes his head firmly, hurriedly grinding some herbs together for a last-minute clarity charm. "You mess up enough here as it is. I can't leave something like this up to you. Besides, Y/n specifically asked for me to go, didn't she?"

The shaman tries to ignore the way Taehyung fixes his puppy dog eyes on his elder. "But what will I do when you're gone? I'll be all bored and alone."

Tipping the ground herbs into a small vial, Yoongi's voice is flat as he makes sure the vaguely green dust makes its way into the vessel. "Then go back to the palace and keep Y/n company. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Alright, I need to leave. Be sure to leave the portal door open, but lock the front door with the hex charm; do you remember it?"

Taehyung seems affronted at the suggestion. "Of course I can do a hex charm, Yoongi. I'm not incompetent, you know..."

Yoongi straightens up and stares at the boy who's pouting in the kitchen. Feeling a sliver of guilt, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Listen," Yoongi says, voice gruff but apologetic, "I'm just making sure. I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Forget about it," Taehyung mutters under his breath, studiously ignoring his elder as he grabs an apple for the road and shrugs on a coat. "I'm going, like you wanted."

Yoongi winces when the heavy wooden door slams behind his assistant, and he stands in silence, listening to the the light scrape of Taehyung’s fingernail against the door, paired with the muttering of an ancient Chinese spell. Most of the magic Yoongi used nowadays were more modern Korean methods, but for the more basic enchantments, it was common to use the original spells.

Finally, all was quiet again. Yoongi cleared his throat to try and break the melancholic gloom he had slipped into, and double-checked the minimal belongings on his person before he left. He was not going to be in the modern world long, would not even have to leave the confines of the house itself, but Yoongi never went anywhere without a small leather pouch of basic ingredients tucked into his belt, the glass vial of a clarity charm dangling on a cord around his neck, and a small blade in his boot. All things proceeding as planned, he wouldn’t need them.

The first thing Min Yoongi noticed about the future was how clean and bright everything was. Gone were his heavy curtains, dark walls and sooty hearth. He emerged out into a hallway (something only palaces were large enough to have in his time, but he was familiar with them nonetheless) with a strange spongy fabric floor and impossibly straight, flat walls that appeared painted uniformly. He couldn’t imagine the finesse it would take a painter to manage to evenly coat this expansive surface without leaving streaks. Perhaps magic was more commonplace in this day.

Yoongi had been here once before, to lure Y/n back to his time, but he had transformed into a cat, then, and it was the middle of the night, rather than the break of day. Unsure which direction to go, he followed the hallway left, until he made it to the very end. “She said the communication device was in her sleeping quarters. Here, she wrote down some instructions for its use.” Yoongi felt for the note again in his pocket, comforted by the crisp edge of the thick paper. He had read that note to the point of rote-memory, but was glad it was there anyway. All Yoongi had to do was locate a bedroom, and then the ‘phone’ would be on a wooden stand beside it. He was actually feeling some excitement unfurl within him to find this device; from Y/n’s description, it sounded like a very complexly enchanted item.

As Yoongi made his way from room to room methodically, ignoring everything that wasn’t a bed (even though he was desperately curious to try out the bath – something he recognised from his time, but seemed far more refined) he thought over his previous encounter with Taehyung.

Was there really such a need for Taehyung to take everything to heart all the time? That boy was too sensitive for his own good. It would get him hurt one day.

When Taehyung and Yoongi met, almost three years ago, the shaman wasn’t looking for anyone. In fact, he had sworn off ever taking an assistant again after… what had happened with the last one, but Taehyung was insistent. His parents didn’t want him working on their farm anymore, he had said, and the King’s Guard wouldn’t take him in. He would have nowhere else to go. Perhaps Yoongi should’ve seen that as a sign that the boy wasn’t a particularly capable worker, but instead he had opened his arms and welcomed him in. He never had been able to say no to a pretty face. Yoongi thought maybe that was his biggest flaw yet.

Behind the fourth or fifth door, past the small door in the wall from whence he came, Yoongi found a bed, wider and more lushly decorated than the modest shelf-and-blanket combination he had. Letting out a gasp of relief at the chance to distract himself from the memories of his assistants, he rushed forward into the room, scanning it for a wooden stand.

Directly to the right of the bed is a short, squarish cabinet. On top is a small metal box with glowing red numbers, a very glossy and crisp book, and a small black device. Yoongi consults with the slip of paper, and tentatively touches the tip of his finger to a protruding button. Gasping with wonder as the surface lights up, Yoongi realizes there are words on the screen, all gathered in small boxes. He takes the time to read some of them, having to re-press that button as the screen keeps going dark after a few moments.

   Jimin, 8:21pm: r you still busy at the house? can u please just text me back baby, if ur busy thats okay, im just a little worried out u, thats all… it’s getting late…

   Jimin, 10:49am: okay, im heading off to work, flick me a text when u get this xxx

   Jimin, yesterday 5:11pm:  we dont have to if you don’t want to

   Jimin, yesterday 4:28pm: date night tonight? xxx i feel like i havent seen you in ages baby xxx

There are more, but they disappear out the bottom. Yoongi frowns. He thinks he remembers this Jimin; if memory serves, it was the sleeping male curling up to Y/n when he briefly visited her dreamscape. Yoongi had been so caught up in making sure she fulfilled her end of the deal that he had almost forgotten she had a life outside of their time. Those messages were a sobering reminder of how much Yoongi was asking from her. How much she was giving up. He didn’t like that feeling.

Clearing his throat noisily in the early evening silence, he picks up the device delicately and places it on the bed, flattening out the note beside it. Y/n’s instructions make sense as he follows along, although it takes him a while to work out what she means by ‘text bubble icon’.

Once he reaches that screen, and clicks on the name ‘Jimin’, those same messages appear, but in a different format. “I’ve already seen these,” he tells the device. The device does not respond. “I seek to create one of my own.” He sighs. The magic on this glass apparently cannot react to voice, only touch. He reaches out and clicks on the small white box that says ‘iMessage’ in grey. “Yes, I do want to message,” he mumbles distractedly. A large array of small letters appears below. Y/n wrote down to tap each square to write the letter. It seems an awfully impersonal way of writing, and it takes Yoongi quite a long time to tap out what Y/n has asked him to write, as well as pressing a small blue arrow to the right, which pushes the message upwards, resting directly below those from the Jimin.

   omg im so sorry i missed these jiminie ㅠ ㅠ i hope ur not too worried.

   im ok, just not been feeling great so ive been sleeping a lot! im not sure yet if its contagious so pls dont come out, i know uve got that show coming up and i dont want u to get sick ok!

   love you lots baby!

Yoongi sighs once he finishes, resting back on the bed, but soon three bouncing dots appear in a box. He watches them dance, fascinated, wondering what this could mean, until they change into words. Y/n did tell him that Jimin would be likely to reply and had simply written on the bottom of the note, ‘no apostrophes, or capital letters, call him baby or jiminie, and make sure he doesn’t come out to the house!’

   Jimin: omg thank god ur safe i was worried!!! i can bring u round some fresh soup and we can have a night in xxx ive already had my flu jab so i wont get sick i promise lol xx

Yoongi swears, trying to speed up his reply, double-checking Y/n’s rules as he goes.

   thank you, baby, thats very kind of you. but please dont come out, im just going to go to sleep and hope that this sickness passes in time. i will notify you once

But before he can finish crudely dictating a message, a series of three hard raps echoes through the house. Yoongi stands up ramrod stiff. Surely the Jimin boy hadn’t arrived so soon? Although, Yoongi supposes transport must be more efficient in this time. He bites his lip nervously. Surely, it would be best to go ask him to leave. It was Y/n’s intention that Jimin did not come to the house, since she herself was absent, and Yoongi could not have the boy roaming around and discovering the portal’s entrance.

“Y/n?” a deep voice calls out, muffled through the walls. Yoongi swears under his breath and pockets the small device and the note, getting off the bed to go find the front door. “Are you there?” Hurrying faster, the shaman eventually locates a door with a clouded glass panel revealing a tall shadow. He fumbles with the doorknob, having to twist a key (thank God that technology hasn’t changed) to unlock it, and throws it open with a nervous huff. The man blinks once, furrowing his eyebrows. “Uh…hi?”

“Yes, hello,” Yoongi blurts out hastily, eyes roaming over the tall man. Although he saw Jimin in very dim lighting, it’s easy to tell that this is not the same man. “Who are you?”

The man is wearing rough-looking blue pants with a belt, and a tunic that’s cut at his hips instead of his legs. He holds a hand out to Yoongi. Yoongi stares at it until the man coughs and lowers it. “My name’s Namjoon. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’m just here to speak to Y/n.”

“What-” Yoongi’s words catch in his throat when he lifts his gaze from the man’s odd attire to his face. It can’t be. A bolt of deeply-repressed hurt cuts through him. He recognizes those dimples, that smile, even the name is the same as his. It was a face he never thought he’d see again. But, no. It isn’t him. The more Yoongi looks at him closely, the man going a little red in the cheeks under the sudden scrutiny, Yoongi can see the finer details aren’t right. His Namjoon had a narrow nose, more delicate face. His Namjoon wasn’t as tall and was skinnier too. This man in front of him bore shocking resemblance, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his Namjoon. Sensing he had been silent too long, Yoongi blinks away the tears that threaten to well. “What for?”

“Oh, uh, it’s kind of private business, dude. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/n’s sick,” Yoongi says instead, “so I’m afraid you can’t come in. I’m more than happy to pass on a message.”

The man who looks so much like his former assistant furrows his brows. “I’m sorry, who are you? I’d like to speak with her. I’ve been doing some more research for her, you see, really cool stuff on-”

“I’m her doctor,” Yoongi says instead, “I’m concerned she may be contagious, so I’ve advised her not to have guests. If you have the research with you, perhaps I can bring it inside. I’m sure she’d appreciate you coming.”

The guy laughs awkwardly, then digs into a bag at his side for a stack of pieces of paper bound in some floppy, slippery pink material. “I didn’t have time to pick up a ringbinder, so the photocopies are loose, but I managed to dig up quite a bit of the history on the Jeon reign, as well as all the following generations. It’s interesting! Hopefully she’ll get some use out of it.” The man hands the research over, craning his neck to try and glance down the hallway. “Can you tell her hi for me? And that I’m sorry for stopping by without texting ahead.”

Yoongi nods, half in a daze. He doesn’t know this strange feeling in his chest; does he want this Namjoon-not-Namjoon man to leave and never think about him again, or does he wish he would stay so that Yoongi can see just how much similarity there was? The thought comes too late, as the man turns and skips down the gravel path, getting into his car and pulling away without a second look back.

The shaman shuts the door, returning the key to its previous position, and sinks down on the floor. First Taehyung acting up, reminding him of his last assistant, and now this. The fates were being cruel today.

Forgetting about the small device still in his herbs pouch, Yoongi quickly returns to the hallway and crawls through the doorway and back into his own time, trying to ignore the hot tears that gather under his chin.

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[indelible-colouring-markers]

Obligatory Post A Voice in the Dark fic

I started actually developing my Runner Five after this mission and wrote this out after so let's just post this sucker. (Theoretically this is part of a larger fic but I havent written much of it yet so we'll see lmao.)

I blinked back awake to the feeling of something hitting my legs. Before I was a heavy sleeper but the end of the world had a way of changing you.

The head of dark hair nestled against her knee seemed vaguely familiar. The orange hoodie even more so.

I curled up more to rub Sam's shoulder. He stirred and groaned. "Whazzit?"

"Snuggle. Now?" My brain was too tired to make my mouth coherent.

He groaned. "Alright, if you insist."

I shifted in the hospital cot and tugged his upper body up. "C'mere."

He went along with my pulling, slowly getting more aware. "Runner five, what-"

Clumsily, I patted his mouth shut. "Shh, sleep." I spooned him, ignoring his slight smell. We all were a little smelly, these days.

He grumbled, but relaxed, hands coming up to tangle his fingers in the hand I had supporting his neck. 

He actually smelled good, now that I focused on it. Lord, even my hair felt exhausted.

I fell back asleep.

When I woke up again, it was to Dr Myers amusedly asking, "-ust what is going on here?"

"Cuddle," I said, burying my face further into the pillow and Sam's hair. "'s good."

He grumbled and shifted away. I tightened my arms, pulling him back towards me.

She sighed. "You both are lucky Five didn't have any lacerations. Otherwise you'd both be quarantined."

I hummed. "Good Doc."

She chuckled. "I'm not sure you'll keep that opinion. It's time to get up."

"Food?"

"Yes, there will be food." I could hear her smile.

Reluctantly, I let go of Sam, extracting my now numb arm from under his head. He lifted it and pushed off the blanket.

Wait, he had a hoodie, why did he hog the blanket too? That just wasn't fair.

I frowned at himself but decided to focus on standing up. My legs were a bit wobbly from the mad dash last night to beat the horde back home. I still felt good enough though. Like after a long workout.

My stomach rumbled. I'd missed lunch and dinner yesterday, running or holed up in a tree to avoid New Canton's search groups. It had only been safe to get down near sundown and by then I was half sure I was a goner. But I was home now.

I yawned and stretched my arms, shaking out the numb one. "Food now?" I asked the doctor.

"You have enough time to do your stretches and head over. I know you like your morning warmup."

It wasn't really a warmup, more of a wakeup. But semantics weren't worth wasting valuable words on. "Thanks Doc."

I started my five minute yoga wakeup as Sam grumbled and shifted off the cot. "Well, why'd you wake me up too?"

"Sam, you and I both know you hardly ate at dinner last night," she said sternly.

Sam stammered his way to try and explain. But we all knew that he had been worried.

"Good radio man," I told him from a downward facing dog. "Proud."

He blinked. "... just how much did you hear last night?"

"Scream roll. Never eat one."

He forgot to be embarrassed in his dismay. "You've seriously never had an ice cream roll?"

"Never." I walked forward to fold my chest to my thighs.

"They're not very common on our side of the Atlantic," Dr Myers added.

I grunted and pointed at her.

"But never?"

"You eat poutine? Fry bread? Beaver tail?"

Slowly he frowned at me. "That's not actually made with beaver meat, is it?" he asked warily.

"Nah, flat doughnut with-" I blinked. "Tree spice?"

"Cinnamon?" Dr Myers guessed.

"Yes!" I beamed and rolled up. "Sin-ah-man and sugar. 'S good." I bounded for the door, the thought of breakfast giving me extra energy.

Sam shuffled over and used my shoulder as an armrest. I had tall friends who did the same in high school, so it wasn't unfamiliar.

I smiled at him. "Hi."

He grinned. "C'mon Five, let's get breakfast."

"Kay. Doc, come too?"

"I'll be right behind you Five." She grabbed a clipboard. "I just need to finish your chart."

I grabbed the door and opened it with a galant bow. Sam chuckled and walked through.

It was nice to see Abel again in the light. Last night, Sam had called it my home. He was almost right.

I had quickly fallen in love with Abel, especially compared to how impersonal Mullins was. But if I had one blind spot, it was being unable to tell when that love was returned.

Last night though. It had proven it to me. Sure, I may be loved because I was a Runner, not because I was me. But that would come in time. And I planned to stick around as long as they wanted me.

I hummed happily, practically skipping next to Sam as we headed to the Mess Hall.

There was a few people already sitting down when we arrived. I ditched Sam to greet a familiar face. Or two. "Molly! Ed!"

"Morning Five," he greeted. 

I wiggled my fingers at Molly, who gurgled. "Hi.” I vocalessly sung a few bars from ‘Good Morning.’

A few people shot me looks but I blithely ignored them. I felt too good to be dragged down by judgement. "Sleep good?" I asked him.

"Well enough." He shrugged. "Heard you caused quite the commotion last night."

That was one way to put it. "Drama queen," I said, pointing at myself.

"One with impeccable timing," Sam said. He bumped me with his hip. "Budge over, I got yours as well."

I side stepped so he could put our breakfast on the table and smiled again. "Thanks! Good friend." I patted his head.

"Flatterer."

"True," I said, scrunching my nose. I sat next to him and grabbed my serving. Molly was across from me, making it easier to pull faces and make her laugh.

I still scarfed down the food as fast as I could comfortably. So, at a normal person's rate.

Ed had to leave, taking my entertainment with him.

When no one else took his spot, I decided to say what was on my mind. "Sam, you right."

"Of course I am," he said automatically. "Err, about what exactly?"

"Life hard. Future hard."

He slowed his chewing to stare  at me.

"Worth it," I reminded him, patting his arm. "Living hard, unfair. But be-you-ti-full."

He looked back to his food. "You're not wrong," he said.

My smile shrank slowly. I offered something else on my mind. "Had sis-er. And brother. Stepsis-er, stepbrother, stepbrother, half-sister. Lots of loves."

He stopped completely, giving me his full attention.

Now I couldn't bear to look at him. "Was on trip. Heard news on zombs. Called home. Lied."

"What did you lie to them about?" he asked, quietly.

"Said got bit and they move on. ‘N’ I loved em. Not know, 's bad." I shoved another forkful of breakfast into my mouth.

"Yeah, I- I think I know what you mean."

We sat in the quiet for a minute.

Then, I nudged his leg. "Thanks. Good radio. Good man."

"I'm just doing what needs to be done, is all."

I did my high-pitched 'Are you sure?' hum and gave him a look. He rolled his eyes so I repeated, “Good man. Good friend.”

“Alright, alright, if you insist,” he muttered.

“Do.”

Dr Myers sat down across from up. “Five, since you’re doing well enough to walk on your own, how do you feel about another run today?”

“Umm.” I sipped water to buy time. “Long?”

“No, just a quick pick up for food and med supplies.”

“Kay. Warm walk, then run?”

“You should do some of those knee-lifts I saw you bust out the other day,” Sam nudged me with his elbow, laughing.

I nudged him back and stuck out my tongue at him. “Bad.”

“Those knee lifts are helping Five with her muscle tone, Sam. If she keeps it up, she’ll be able to go on longer runs in a nearby city.”

I nodded my head at her, smiling smugly.

“Gang up on poor ol’ Sam, why don’t you,” he grumbled playfully.

“Yup." I grinned.

"And you call me bad."

"Takes one to know one." That was surprisingly coherent of me. Maybe I could start trying simple sentences, as long as the words aren't too long. I missed being able to speak.

He tweaked my nose playfully. I went cross eyed following his hand and giggled.

"Alright you two," Dr Myers chided. "If you have time to goof off, you have time to bring your dishes back."

I laughed again. "Kay Doc." I stood up and swiped Sam's dishes, making him squawk. My messy bun bounced as I brought them back to Francesca.

I gave her a smile. "Hi!"

"Have a good day Five."

"You too." I bounced over to the exit and waggled my fingers at Sam and Maxine, who were talking while watching me. They waved back.

And so the day started.

[bluepluto03]

this is just the first 1/2 of the next bruised apple chap cus it aint finished yet.... don’t really need a specific tw if you’ve read the rest of the fic but if you havent check the tws on ao3 pls 

-=+=-

Evie flipped through a potion book, one of the few she’d decided to take with her from the Isle. She’d been doing so for the better half of an hour, having skipped out on her lunch knowing none of her friends shared it with her today. Again. 

The book was somewhat old, pages worn soft from use, and handmade, containing the most useful spells she’d found in all her mother’s old potion books, copied over onto paper remade from the destroyed scraps brought over on the trash barges. 

(Carlos had learned to make these sorts of almost-notebooks ages ago. They’d take old books, too wet and moldy to be read, and tear out their pages into a vat with any other scraps of paper they could find. They’d remove any sort of mold or residue, then boil the mixture into a watery-paper mush. From there, they only had to bleach it and then spread and dry it into greyish white, thick parchment. Then bind the parchment into the shelled books and, voila! They hefted a pretty price on the market, too, clean paper surprisingly rare, and useful, on the Isle.) 

It was one of her two ‘main’ potion books she kept. Mal had a similar book, refined over the years, though it contained mostly spells while Evie’s held more potions than incantations. 

But while Mal had only her one book, Evie preferred to keep two separate ones. Both had choice spells and recipes she’d chosen from her mother’s books, but there was a distinct difference between the two. One was filled with spells they could actually complete on the Isle, and one contained potions she’d never hoped of being able to create with their limited resources. 

The second she’d also brought with her, but she’d yet to open it since arriving here. Even if she should be able to actually use the spells now it felt... wrong in a way. She’d only ever opened her second book to copy down potions she was sure she’d never make, it was almost more a graveyard of ideas than a source of information. 

Because of that, she continued to flip through her first book, and left the second hidden away. 

She’d been thinking about magic a lot lately. How the people here treated it, how Mal’s eyes lit up when she discussed it with Jane, how Carlos and Jay stiffened at it’s mention. 

(She of course hadn’t forgotten about Carlos’s magic, but she encouraged others to give him space, and the matter had been tabled for now. She knew he’d come to them with it, eventually.) 

Something she’d been thinking about was how her magic was so different from the others’s. It was much more passive, like a jacket instead of a second skin 

That didn’t make it any less hers, of course, it just made it… different. It was a tool. It didn’t run rampant with her emotions like Jay’s did, didn’t bend unconsciously to her every whim like Mal’s. She didn’t know what Carlos's magic was like, but the way he’d acted when Mal called him out on having it, she’d bet it was emotional in some way as well. 

So, if her magic was a tool, it was her job to decide how to use it right? It was her choice. 

She glanced down at the spell again that she’d been reading. Hide scars, seal small blemishes without any mark. 

She stared down at it for a long moment. Eventually, she folded the side of the page, marking it for later. 

If she had a choice, then why did she feel so trapped? 

-=+=-

“Are you okay?” Doug asked her, as the two walked to their english class together, something that had become the norm over the past few weeks. 

Evie forced a smile, the almost-casual kind most people couldn't see through. “Of course? Why do you ask?” 

Doug frowned at her.  “Cause you keep looking around. And you straight up flinched when some girls laughed behind us.” He lowered his voice. “If you’re self conscious about what other people are-” 

“I’m not!” She smiled, cutting him off. 

Doug looked skeptical for a moment, then sighed. “Alright.” He said, finally, and pulled out his phone, probably to check the virtual garden game he’d shown her yesterday. 

Evie took a deep breath, and took a sort of index over how she must have looked right now. Her hair should be perfect, but what if a bit fell out? What if her makeup had smudged?

She hurried into class and to her seat, pulling out her (non magical) mirror while Doug sat beside her, still on his phone. 

Why were Auradon kids so good at emotional stuff? On the Isle the most anyone could do was tell if you were bluffing about a brag or a trade, stuff that could start a fight or something. But here everyone payed attention to everyone’s stupid emotions. The only thing they couldn't do was tell when people were obviously lying, all of them far too trusting.

Evie snapped her mirror closed, a bit harder than she really needed too. She was fine. She looked fine. Perfect. No one was saying anything about her, no one was even thinking of her.  

The thought only made her feel more ill. She needed people to think about her, she needed them to love or fear her. Hadn't her mother told her a thousand times? 

“Evie?” Someone called her name, snapping her from her spiraling thoughts. 

“Y-yes?” She blinked, realizing the lesson had started and she hadn't even noticed. 

The teacher looked at her for a moment too long, obvious suspicion in the woman’s eyes. “Ben says he needs you.” She finally said, gesturing to the door at the back of the room. Evie turned to see a nervous looking Ben standing in the doorway. 

“Oh, one sec.” She hurried to grab her stuff and step out into the hall. Ben shut the door behind her, looking concerned. 

“What happened?” She asked, eyebrows scrunched. She couldn't think of any reason Ben would come to get her, unless one of the others were hurt. (Or hurt someone else, but she honestly preferred they hurt someone else then being hurt themselves.)

“Nothing bad, don’t worry.” Ben said hurriedly, his nerves still evident. “I just- uh, Doug mentioned you were upset about something?” His arm moved to rub the back of his neck, hesitant. “And I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help?” He asked, eyes wide and expression open.

Evie blinked at him, surprised. Was that really all? From how sincerely embarrassed Ben seemed to be, face bright red, she didn’t think he was lying. 

Evie considered Ben for a moment. She never talked about anything relating to emotions with anyone besides her crew. But he seemed… sincere. And he’d helped Carlos. And as much as she loved her crew, she didn’t really want to put this on them. Not because she couldn't trust them, but because she knew they were already worried about her. 

Evie looked over her shoulder. There wasn't anyone in the hall, but they were still out in the open. Venerable. 

“Is there anywhere private we could go to talk?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

Ben looked shocked for a moment, before he shook himself back to reality. “Y-yeah! There’s an empty classroom at the end of the hall. Number 17.” 

Evie nodded. The two walked to the room in silence. Evie tried to figure out how to explain what was going on without giving too many details, and staying as far away from mentioning the stress of their parent’s expectations. 

Ben held the door open for her, earning himself a slight smile. She stepped inside, sitting at a spare desk right near the door. Ben seemed to take note of that, and moved a row farther in, so he was diagonal to Evie, and she was between him and the entryway. 

Evie fiddled with her bracelets. Ben looked at her expectantly, though he seemed ready to wait for her. She was grateful for how considerate Ben was, but she didn’t really know how to respond. 

“Would it be better if I got one of the others?” Ben asked, his hesitance still hanging around him. 

Evie shook her head. “I don’t want to worry them.” 

Ben nodded slowly. “Okay… we don’t need to talk about it, if you don’t want too. I just know talking about it can help, but there's no pressure. Seriously.” 

Evie sent him a tight smile. “You really are such a gentleman, Ben.” He blushed, and her smile widened for a moment, before she sobered again. “It’s just… the people. The staring. It’s getting to me.” She admitted. 

Ben frowned. “Are people saying stuff to you? Because if they are I can have Fairy Godmother talk to them.” 

Evie shook her head again. “It’s just… whispers. Normal gossip and stuff. I should just ignore it, but it just....” She bit her lip. “It just makes me feel so ugly.” She finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper. 

Ben blinked at her, shocked confusion evident on his face. He honestly looked more like Evie’d slapped him with a fish rather than told him she was insecure. 

“Ugly? Why?” 

He sounded so baffled it practically forced a small laugh from Evie’s chest. She shook her head, another giggle passing her lips, and buried her face in her hands as dozens of emotions swirled around her mind. 

“It seems ridiculous but… well my mother is known for her obsession with beauty, isn't she?” She let out another slightly hysterical laugh.

“It’s not ridiculous.” Ben insisted. Evie gave him a look, like she did when Carlos insisted he hadn't been up all night even though he was covered in motor oil. 

“I’m serious.” Ben continued. “A lot of people have issues with how they look, and for the record, you’re one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. And even if you weren't, that wouldn't mean you are any less of a person. Hell, I look like a boiled mushroom, and i’m gonna be king soon!” He laughed, face bright red. 

Evie smiled at him, tired but genuine. “Thanks, Ben.” 

He smiled back at her. “It’s not a problem, really.” 

Evie glanced at the clock on the wall. “Should we go back to class?” 

Ben checked his watch. “If you want too?” He looked up at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Or we could keep ditching. I know that a fresh shipment of ice cream just came in, and no one should be in the kitchens right now.” 

Evie laughed. “Sure, lets go.” 

-=+=-

Mal watched Jay from the corner of her eye as she ate. The two were situated in a secluded corner of the field for lunch, and Jay had been weirdly silent the past few days. It was a bit worrying, but she knew she didn’t need to push, at least not for him, Jay was surprisingly open to discussing stuff with the other four after he had time to process it himself. 

They sat for a little while longer. Eventually, Jay broke the almost-silence around them. 

“Mal.” He said her name almost like a request. She relaxed slightly, and turned to him. 

“What’s up?” She asked, gentle in a way she could only be when she was alone with one of the others. 

Jay hesitated.  “I think there's something wrong with the bracelet.” 

“What?” Mal’s relief at the fact that Jay was ready to talk instantly dissipated. She grabbed at his arm to look at his wrist, knowing full well that if anyone besides her, Carlos, or Evie tried that Jay’d probably have fucking decked them.

“It-” Jay cut himself off with a sigh. “The other day, that window that exploded, I think that was me. I was… thinking about stuff, and all of a sudden the bracelet got super hot and the window shattered.” 

Mal frowned. “This was supposed to drain your magic but…. Well, your a Djinn.” She whispered the word, even though they were alone. ”You generate a lot of magic, much more than we do. More than the bracelet can contain.” 

Jay’s eyebrows scrunched. “I thought it like released the magic or something?” 

“In theory, yeah.” Mal huffed. “Magic is active, it’s a form of energy. It never stops moving, and it doesn't stay in a container for long. It passively leaks out on its own, that's why nothing happens unless you try to use the magic. But you generate so much, it fills up faster than it gets rid of it. So, you’re left with magic of your own.” 

Jay’s expression became stricken with fear, and his breathing hitched. Mal internally berated herself for how blunt she could be. 

“So then, what do I do?” He asked, voice strained. 

Mal grabbed his hand. “First take a breath.” She told him. He scowled for a moment, but then seemed to force himself to take a grounding breath. 

“Okay.” She breathed, interlocking their fingers. “I’ll get E to make a few more of these, okay? And I’ll curse ‘em with the same thing. I’ll try and see if we can find a more permanent solution, maybe C can find something online. But it’s gonna be fine, okay?” 

Jay took another breath, and buried his face in her shoulder, nodding into it. Her arms wrapped around his back. 

“Alright.” 

[imagined-tales]

Talon!Mcree x Overwatch!Reader soulmate au part 2

Its almost five am i havent slept at all since yesterday and im running in coffee with red bull and im probably gonna die but i finally finished this so take it pls

"Are you alright love? You seem really distracted lately." Worry was written in her face as she sat down next to you and the concern in her voice was with reason; ever since that encounter with the Talon agent two weeks ago nothing else could occupy your mind for long. His name was Jesse Mccree as Angela had recently told you, one of Talons jewels. Apparently only few survived meeting him out on the battlefield and you were one of those few lucky ones - still, you would have rather survived because of your skill and not because this feared man was your soulmate. But of course this was nothing you couls just easily boast with. It was a secret of yours.

"Lena, say - what do you know about Jesse Mccree?" If the girl noticed your concerns were linked to him she hid it pretty well, leaning back in her chair, strenous thinking shown clear on her face.

"Now I've never fought him one on one but I did see him a few fleeting times. He's a great shot, no wonder Talon treasures him so much and, from what I heard, quite handsome. Not that I could guarantee for the latter though. But that reminds me!", looking around, she came closer to you and whispered, "Don't tell anyone I told you this, but I heard some Overwatch agents who had been watching him these past few days remarked that he was behaving rather... Strange. At one point he supposedly even got into trouble with Doomfist. And you know, trouble with Talon superiors is never good. You have to have a really, really good reason to pick a fight with them - especially as one of their own! Can you imagine doing that? Going against Doomfists or Reaper? You'd either have to be mad or suicidal to do that! Oh - and one more thing. There's a mission scheduled sometime next week I think. I don't quite know what the objective is but I heard it from Captain Amari herself! I'm not scaled for this one though but maybe you could ask the Captian to..."

Not even letting her finish, your chair was already shoven back hard enough to clatter to the floor as you abruptly stood up. Mumbling something about having to go, Lena looked at your back with a worried smile. "Just be careful out there love." But by the time she had muttered those words you could no longer hear her. You were glad to have asked your friend for some information, having gotten more out of this as originally hoped.

A mission. A mission scheduled next week. A mission with a high possibilty to clash with Talon agents. With him. There was absolutely no way you could let this opportunity slip away; and soon enough, your feet had dragged you right in front of Captain Amaris office. Two swift knocks, and you were let int. Luckily it didn't take much to persuade her to let you go, especially with the dire desperation written on your face.

After your talk with the Captian she personally gave you some advanced lessons to have you prepared for eventuallly meeting Mccree again. Your last encounter with him hadn't been a secret and while you were lucky enough to have survived back then, the cowboy might not be as generous next time. You were grateful to her though; at least something was able to keep Mccree from claiming your thoughts. Well, for a few hours a day at least. Not that the bright red string on your pinky would fail to remind you of your soulmate. It reminded of you a possible fate just like the gun in your hand reminded you of another.

The days went by slower than you'd like them to, but at last you entered the hover with a handful of other agents. Angela was on board too, giving you both worried and disapproving sideglances. From what Lena had told you the doctor put up quite resistance once she knew you'd be going on this mission, claiming that a new recruit was much too inexperienced for a job of this caliber. Ana was not to be persuaded however, and sighing, Angela had herself requested to join the troop. You knew she was only concerned for you wellbeing and not without reason.  But you couldn't back down; you endured Captain Amaris training for a week. You were ready for this.

So how come you were once again caked in mud, blood and sweat?

Not to mention that you lost sight of your comrades, and had a bullet wound in your left tigh? Lady luck definitely wasn't smiling upon you today. Even Mccree was here, somewhere, so close to you yet so far and still - you couldn't even be sure he took notice of you.

A string of curses left your lips as you shifted. The wound stung and the selfmade bandage from cloth wasn't much of a help and Angela wasn't anywhere in sight either. Not that you could make a getaway without the enemy noticing you anyways. In other words: You were fucked. Hard. As long as no miracle popped up out of nowhere, there was no chance of regrouping with your team. Of surviving.

It was then a pair of boots stepped into your sight, accompanied by the sound of a gun being cocked.

"What do we have here? You're the one that's been giving us a hard time. Boss' said he'll give the one to kill you a raise. Sorry cutie, but this just isn't your day."

You shut your eyes tight, but as a shot rang out, the Talon agent slumped over, a clean shot through his head the cause.

"Had a rough day I assume? Relax darlin', I'm not gonna kill ya. Now where's that doc? Someone's gotta patch up that wound you got there."

A sly grin graced his lips as he sheathed his gun and helped you stand.

"Do you always go to such lenghts to see someone again? Quite the hassle. Not that I'm complaining though. But maybe we can meet up somewhere more private next time, sweetpea."

[gaysin-space]

The curious thing

you’re so cute, sending me asks to do omg

1. What are the things that stand between you and complete happiness?

Myself and my mental shit tbh

2. What will people say at your funeral?

Idk summat about me being gay and savage tbh

3. Standing at the gates of heaven, and God asks you “Why should I let you in?” What do you reply?

“I don’t know man it’s up to you like i don’t mind either way”

4. If you lost everything tomorrow, whose arms would you run into to make everything ok?

My girlfriends tbh i’ve done it before so yeah she helps me alot

5. Does this person know how much they mean to you? When was the last time you told them?

I like to think you do, I mean i tell you nearly everyday

6. If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?

Explain how war doesn’t solve anything and just makes everything worse and how we need to stop

7. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?

I’d travel the world and give enough to my parents to support them for the rest of their lives

8. If today was the last day of your life, what would you want to do?

See the great wonders of the world or go to space tbh

9.What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?

I’d spend more time with my loved ones than i already do

10. If your entire life was a movie, what title would best fit?

The unadventurous life of the depressed emo

11. How would you describe yourself in 5 words?

honest, sarcastic, funny, loving, trusting 

12. What are the chances you’ve passed up on that you regret?

none really? Like i’m happy with most of the decisions that i’ve made that effect my life 

13. How do you apply the learning from this regret to your actions today?

I don’t tend to hang onto negative emotions like that like I just forget and move on

14. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?

Everything like literally

15. If you could watch everything that happened in your life until now, would you enjoy it?

certain things yeah but i wouldn’t want to like the past is the past for a reason

16. If you could ask a single person one question, and they had to answer truthfully, who and what would you ask?

idk tbh maybe Harry and if he’s happy 

17. If you could start over, what would you do differently?

A lot of things tbh all my mistakes would be erased 

18. When you’re 90 years old, what will matter most to you in the world?

My family definitely 

19. Are you holding onto something that you need to let go of? What’s stopping you?

Yeah but im working on it and my brain needs to get with the program

20. Would you break the law to save a loved one?

Yes.

21. Do you ask enough questions, or are you happily settling for what you know already?

I think i do? Like im a really curious person so ill always wanna find out more if people let me

22. How do you celebrate the things you do have in your life?

I make do with the little things i have and make everything go a long way

23. When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you have done?

I will have said a lot but i always go through with what ive promised to do

24. When was the last time you tried something new?

The other day i think? I always make sure to say yes to trying new things

25. What were you doing when you last lost track of the time?

probs watching videos on youtube 

26. What is the difference between living and existing?

Living is enjoying life to the fullest and doing the things you love everyday, existing is just getting by doing the bare minimum to survive

27. If you had a friend that you spoke to the same way you speak to yourself, how long do you think that person would allow you to be your friend?

Not very long, they’d probs get annoyed with me very soon and leave me alone

28. If you had to teach someone one thing, what would you teach?

How to be nice to people

29. What makes you smile?

The people who care about me and i care about

30. What drives you to do better at something?

My parents and the fear of disappointing them

31.What do you really love to do? Do you do it often? If you answer no, why not?

I love to read and write and i don’t do it that often but i want to start doing it more as soon as i’m finished with whats causing me stress at the moment

32. What can you do today that you couldn’t do a year ago? What will you be able to do at this time next year?

Talk about my feelings better and actually let people in, and hopefully next year ill be even better at it than i am now

33. What is the last thing that you’ve done that’s really worth remembering?

When I spent a whole day with my mum

34. What gets you excited and driven to achieve?

The future i could potentially have 

35. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?

when i went to Birmingham to visit my girlfriend 

36. What do you want most out of life?

Just to be happy and have a family

37. If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?

Hopefully it would help me but knowing my luck it would probs hurt me 

38. If you could go back in time, once, and change a single thing – what would it be?

When a certain person hurt me and fucked up my life

39. If you had a year left to live, what would you achieve over the next 12 months?

Visit every place on my bucket list and tell all my family i love them

40. If you could ask for one wish, what would it be?

To be happy

41. What do you “owe” yourself?

Nothing tbh

42. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?

My gf tbh cheesy i know but still

43. How do you spend the majority of your free time? Why?

Watching youtube or spending time with people i care about

44. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

A power ranger or a spy omg 

45. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?

Went to uni tbh 

46. What terrifies you the most?

People leaving me and being on my own

47. What are you looking forward to?

My future tbh where im married with kids 

48. Describe the greatest adventure of your life

Havent been on it yet

49. Where would you like to live? Why haven’t you moved?

Paris and money tbh

50. What have you done that you’re most proud to have achieved?

Gone to uni tbh didnt think i would but im here 

51. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?

I wouldnt be able to live or get a job tbh

52. What is your greatest strength?

Listening to others and giving advice 

53. What is your greatest weakness?

My paranoia and insecurities 

54. What did your life teach you yesterday?

That people will always talk about you behind your back no matter if you thought they cared about you or not 

55. What have you done today to make someone’s life better?

Sorted out some money issues so my parents don’t have to stress about it 

56. Whose life have you had the greatest impact on?

My parents most likely

57. What makes you special?

No idea, I don’t think i am tbh

58. How many people do you truly love? What are you doing for them?

A few and I’ll always make sure im there for them whenever they need me

59. What bad habits do you want to break?

Biting my skin and nails and the major bad one i do

60. When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?

many times especially concerning my sister and dad 

61. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence

Building my life with my gf and our future together tbh

62. If you spend a day watching movies when you should be working a day wasted or well spent?

Wasted omg i feel so guilty whenever i do

63. Would your life be better or worse, if you knew the time and place where you would die?

worse id always be thinking about it 

64. What is honor, and does it even matter anymore?

to me its being true to yourself and i would like to think it does 

65. Would you be a martyr and risk your reputation by standing up for what is right in front of your peers? Or is it better to be pragmatic and do nothing?

always stand up for what is right and be true to yourself and not lose yourself in fitting in with everyone else 

66. Could you be persuaded to kill someone? If you answer no, how much money would it take to change your mind?”

Depends what they did tbh and why it matters to me 

67. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?

I’d be where i’m supposed to be but idk its never going to happen

68. Would you rather have 10 years of excellent health, or 30 years of average health?

30 years tbh the longer the better 

69. Is being open-minded a virtue, if it’s causing destructive ideas to spread throughout society?

Everyone should be open minded but not if its causing destructive ideas to blossom and spread 

70. Do you consider yourself the hero or the villain in your story?

Villain definitely i sabotage my own happiness too much 

71. How much control do you really have over yourself?

Not much tbh my head gets in the way 

72. When did you last push the boundaries of your comfort zone?

Yesterday tbh to hang out with my new mate 

73. What have you given up on?

Too many things tbh you’d probs cry 

74. Who are you really? Describe yourself without using your name, or any attributes given to you by society and really think.

Im the best person to have fighting for you in your corner and ill do everything in my being to help those who need it 

75. Deep down, who are you?

No idea, if you ever meet her lemme know yeah?

[auburnfamilynews]

The Tigers will host five more top targets this weekend in an effort to close out the 2019 cycle strong.

It’s plenty busy on the recruiting trail right now. Auburn coaches are traveling all over the country (more on that later) visiting not only their top targets in the 2019 class but future classes as well. Offers are flying out daily to top level 2020, 2021 and yes even the occasional 2022 prospects. This is typically one of the busiest times of the recruiting cycle as coaching staffs attempt to put the final touches on their signing class and start building momentum for next year.

Official Visitors

Like last weekend, Auburn is expecting five official visitors on campus over the next couple of days. Unlike last weekend, I think there’s a VERY good chance the Tigers add a commitment by Monday. Here’s a look at who is expected on campus later this evening.

4* ATH John Rhys Plumlee | 6’1” | 185 lbs | Hattiesburg, MS | UGA Commit

This was the big surprise of the week. The longtime Dawg commit may have lost his place in that class when UGA pulled off a late flip of former Ohio State QB commit Dwan Mathis during the early signing period. There’s been rumors in recent weeks that Plumlee is being asked to blueshirt (explanation of a blueshirt) which may have put the talented athlete back on the market.

Interestingly, Plumlee prefers to play QB in college and that’s where Auburn is reportedly recruiting him to play. Now could this be a Jason Smith like situation where Auburn allows him a shot at QB before convincing him to slide elsewhere? We will see but it could also mean the staff expects some attrition at the QB position this spring especially when you consider the attempts to evaluate graduate transfer options.

As for Plumlee’s talents, he’s a big time athlete. He could play QB, WR or DB at the next level and is also a terrific baseball player. Plumlee is very quick, able to change directions at a moments notice and has outstanding top end speed that makes him a threat to score anytime he touches the ball. He’s got some Manziel to his game at the QB position in that he’s at his best in the midst of chaos. With a quick trigger and quick feet, he can get himself out of trouble in a hurry and be an all around headache for defenses. Plumlee would definitely give Auburn a dual threat option at QB. Given the signing of Nix though I expect Plumlee’s future at Auburn would be either at slot WR or safety. Ole Miss and Mississippi State are thought to be the teams to watch heading into this weekend. It will be interesting to see if the Tigers can make a strong late push for another elite Mississippi prospect.

3* DT LeDarrius Cox | 6’5” | 300 lbs | Mobile, AL | Tennessee Commit

For months now the thought has been that Cox would eventually land in Auburn’s class. Despite being committed to Tennessee, he’s 100% predicted to the Tigers via 247’s Crystal Ball feature. But as this recruitment has gone on the likelihood of that flip seems to have gone down. Publicly, Cox continues to say all the right things as a committed prospect but he’s set to make two huge visits in the coming weekend. This week its Auburn, next week its Ole Miss. If either of those programs plan on making a big move, now is the time.

Would Auburn take both Cox and 4* DL Charles Moore if they wanted on board? No idea outside of Moore 100% has a spot. VERY interested to see what news comes out on this young man after his visit this weekend.

3* OT Ira Henry | 6’5” | 320 lbs | St. Louis, MO

I’ve been waiting for some new OT names to pop up and yesterday one finally did. Henry has become one of the most sought after prospects on the trail late this cycle with Florida, Florida State and now Auburn hard after his signature. Henry took an official visit to the Gators this past weekend but its the Noles to keep an eye on. They have plenty of playing time to sell and Henry has considered FSU is “dream offer”.

Henry’s senior tape is not available but what you see on his junior film is a guy that can move despite his size and someone with A LOT of power in his punch. At times he can be a little overly reliant on the fact he’s just bigger and stronger than his opponent but I love how light on his feet he is at 320 lbs and his ability to finish. The Tigers need help at the OT spot for 2020 and beyond. Henry would sure help in that regard.

3* LB Christopher Russell | 6’1” | 228 lbs | Dyersburg, TN

Once a Memphis commit, Russell has become one of the top targets for a number of SEC programs. He’s already officially visited Texas A&M, will be on the Plains this weekend and has visits still scheduled for Arkansas and Tennessee later this month. The Hogs were thought to be the leaders in this race at one point but now it’s the Vols who have picked up the intensity after losing JUCO LB commit Lakia Henry.

Russell is a thumper and a clear MLB at the next level. While he doesn’t necessarily face the strongest of competition, he dominates like he should at that level. I have some questions about his speed but there’s no denying that inside the box he’s a force to be reckoned with. Auburn has made him a clear priority in recent weeks and will attempt to make a major move in his recruitment this weekend.

2* ATH Kameron Brown | 6’0” | 222 lbs | Buford, GA

I will be stunned if Brown is not on Auburn’s commit list by Monday morning. The younger brother of super star defensive tackle Derrick Brown, Kameron has spent most of his recruitment trying to convince schools to take a chance on him despite his size and slow 40 time. He finished second in the state of Georgia in tackles in 2018 with 205 and does carry two offers from strong FCS programs UT Chattanooga and Furman. But no FBS schools had come calling just yet.

Until now....

The Tigers offered Brown on January 8th just a few days before his older brother announced that he was returning to school. Interestingly, Auburn is reportedly recruiting him as an athlete. While he might get a shot at linebacker, his future might actually be at the 3-back (H-Back) position. If that’s the case, the future of that position continues to be confusing considering all the different type of athletes the Tigers have signed in recent seasons. That aside, Auburn would be getting a talented young man with a serious chip on his shoulder ready to prove his worth if he were to commit this weekend. Everyone that has spent time with the young man only have really positive things to say about his effort, attitude and leadership.

Curious Case of Dylan Jordan

One target that will not be on campus this weekend is 3* LB Dylan Jordan out of Pittsburg, KS. He recently became a top target for the Tigers and as late as Wednesday evening was expected to visit the Plains this weekend. But yesterday he surprised everyone by announcing he will instead take an official visit to TCU.

So it’s official, this weekend I’ll be taking an OV in Fort Worth pic.twitter.com/Ygp631MMu2

— DJ3️⃣ (@thedylanjordan_) January 17, 2019

Now the Horned Frogs were the originally scheduled destination before Auburn began their push but Jordan told numerous Auburn reporters he was going to the Plains instead. But the TCU staff visited him on Wednesday and apparently convinced him to go back to his original plans. Jordan has stated he wants to commit on January 28th in the past so the Tigers will need to scramble to get him on campus if they want to make a serious move in his recruitment. As of today, TCU and Utah appear to be the top schools to watch. But don’t expect Travis Williams to go down without a fight in this battle.

Interesting Early 2020 Note

Watching offers roll in over the past week for future classes, something interesting caught my eye. Auburn had offered two OTs from the state of Arizona. After some digging I found something interesting.

Interesting note on 2020 recruiting Auburn has already offered 5 players from Arizona in next year's class Auburn offered a total of 4 players in the 2013-2019 classes combined from Arizona Why the change? Dillingham grew up/coached in Arizona

— AUNerd (@AUSportsNerd) January 18, 2019

For those unfortunate folks who have Twitter blocked at their workplace, Auburn has offered 5 players in the 2020 class from the state of Arizona. They offered a total of 4 from 2013-2019 per 247’s “Offers” feature. The link? Auburn’s new offensive coordinator and QB coach Kenny Dillingham.

Auburn’s newest staff addition grew up in the state of Arizona, coached high school football there AND landed his first collegiate gig as a grad assistant for Mike Norvell at Arizona State. Pretty clear he has some connections in the area. In the 2019 class, we’ve seen the clear effect Marcus Woodson’s addition to the staff has had on the trail. All of a sudden Mississippi is a place Auburn can recruit again. Might Dillingham open up some options further west?

Maybe.... Arizona is a bit of a different beast than Mississippi but it’s still something interesting to monitor as we head into a new recruiting cycle. Whether anything materializes in these recruitments is still to be seen and I sure as heck ain’t expecting Auburn to open up a pipeline to the Copper State but I also wouldn’t be shocked if there’s someone a little further west is listed on Auburn’s signee list in 2020.

Tim Horton Impact

Earlier this week, DesertWeagle made the accurate observation in the comment section that we really haven’t talked much about the Tim Horton news on this site. Honestly, I haven’t had much of an opinion on it because I want to see how it plays out. Is he going to take Patrick Suddes old role and become the big picture/right hand man guy for Gus? Or is this Scott Fountain 2.0 and he pops up somewhere else as an on field coach. Neither move would surprise me and until Gus brings in a new RB coach it’s hard to really speculate on the impact moving forward.

However, I will say that Horton doesn’t get as much respect as he should as a recruiter. It’s not as simple as position coach gets all the guys for his position. Often times, it’s the area recruiter that lays the groundwork for top targets. Horton is a very big reason why Auburn has found success in the Tampa and Birmingham areas under Gus Malzahn. His biggest pull was obviously Kerryon Johnson but he played an important role for guys like Austin Troxell and Nate-Craig Myers as well. His biggest impact in the 2019 class was his work on recently tabbed 4* RB DJ Williams who might end up making Horton look REALLY good in a few years.

But I also understand the move. Horton is a solid, not elite recruiter and the RB coach spot is a place where you can find one of those. You see what someone like Dell McGee is doing at Georgia and it’s hard not to feel like the Tigers could get more from that position on the staff. It will be VERY interesting to see who Gus brings in to replace Horton. He will inherit a talented RB room and replace some big shoes when it at least comes to pedigree in producing elite backs in this league.

War Eagle!

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Ep. 2: GOTTA SCRAMBLE ~ Benjamin

Alex just told me he needs a permission slip to tell me about his sexy ass because Nebraska

Amanda So in round 1, everyone (mostly) is hyped. Its the first all-returnee season. Its second chance. They all want to prove they are better than their first game.

On Taranaki, we have zero alliance chats, but there seems to be a connections between Sydney and Kevin. Kai is quiet. Jay is worried about Keegan. Keegan just wants to stay alive. And LA seems to get along with all, and is on nobody’s radar. Colin isn’t round much, but he was in the ER so its understandable. Zack? Who? Where he go? Nothing in his host chat. Havent heard from him since premier night. Bye Bye Birdie. 

On Kahitu, we have Drew, who is dangerous enough alone, but we also have Alex, who like, worships the ground Drew walks on. I am certain he is telling Drew the paths for the Rainbow Reef. Drew has 4/7 stamps in the first 3 days. I’m certain he is going to get the rainbow idol. Also on this tribe, we have Madison, who everyone is saying is super quiet and they wanna make her first boot, but in her confessionals she says shes just shy. We also have Ashley, who is in an alliance with Ale and Drew, JD, who is getting along with everyone AND found an idol with no clues, and Steven and Jack who have been quiet. Overall, this tribe seems more cohesive than the other, and it showed when they won the immunity challenge.

When results came out, Taranaki immediately banded together to vote Zack out, but it was a moot point, because Zack did not vote, which caused his to get his second strike and be removed from the game. Womp Womp _______________________________________________________________

LA JUST WENT ON A 3 PUZZLE RUN FOR THE RAINBOW REEF THAT MAKES 4/7 ON HER PRISM PASS AND IF SHE HAD ONLY PICKED JELLYFISH INSTEAD OF PLANKTON I AM CERTAIN SHE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE RAINBOW IDOL THE GIRL IS GOOD YAS FOR FEMINISM

Well Zack was medevaced for getting too many strikes. It’s kind of a shame but also I’m not too shaken up about it. It makes it a lot easier and less stressful! In good news, Kai and I now have a pact to never vote against each other. I’m not sure how loyal he really is but it’s nice to have that for right now. It may be bad of me but if I feel the need to flip on him I probably won’t hesitate. I think I can get Jay on my side if needed. She just seems like she doesn’t want to flop and I can use that. Other than that, I’ve got a pretty decent relationship with pretty much everyone in the game. I don’t want to jinx myself but for the time being I think I’m in a pretty good spot. 

Soooo Zack’s gone, which is cool and stuff. Amanda, always ready to rig this game against me, gave this UGLY fl*sh g*m* challenge from Orisinal. And boy do I have some news for you coming from the Kai Is A Mess Department™. So this morning Kai comes to me and is like “we should make plans for tribal just in case” and I’m like “oh” and he’s like “you know in case there’s an instant tribal or something.” And by the way if this season has an instant tribal I will cry and after I’ve wiped away my tears I’ll be suing faster than you can call me Stacey Stillman. So Kai asks me who I’d want out, I say Colin bc he’s who I’ve talked to the least. And then Kai’s like “okay cool but what about Jay” and I’m screaming in joy and in fear because of this and I say “oh haha why Jay” and Kai, sweet Kai, he says “well she’s hosted before so she has an advantage over us.” And in that moment, I could hear the Kill Bill sirens go off in my head.

Visual representation of me at that very moment. And I think to myself…did he like not see my tribal question or is he like…planning to slit my throat later too???? But basically I just said to him “well that’s uh a good option but let’s wait until we lose yknow” bc frankly I don’t know whether I want Jay out at this point or not? Like I think (think) I can trust her but I don’t know how much that’s reciprocated. So uh, to cap this off: yikes!

Amanda So here is a shot of everyone’s Prism Passes currently

JD, LA, and Kai are all working on puzzles right now and can advance if they complete them in time. LA is the closest to finishing her pass and could very well get the Rainbow idol. She found 3 puzzles in a row yesterday, and if she can do the same today, she will get it. If she fails, I think Drew will. but we will see!

First of all, FUCK the Purple Stamp. Second of all, I looked back at the puzzles to see what usernames were they, and I found two: JayJoy and AlxCrks. Jay B and Alex C? Mayhapsbe. Jay was only one of the puzzle out of the four I’ve done, while Alex was on all of them I think? And that’s um not a good sign. So I need to hurry my ass up! 

On a side note I think it’d be funny to make a fake account and frame someone with completing the puzzles but I don’t know how well that would work or if people would notice but if I did do it I would choose to frame Drew in a heartbeat.

Okay well I now have like 3 of the stamps so like I ain’t even mad. I feel comfortable and I won’t lie I’m sort of targeting Jay B because she knows me from the past which could possibly end up working badly for me. I guess I’m also getting a bit ahead of myself considering we haven’t even done Immunity yet but it’s best to be sure I guess!!

Amanda So here are the current Prism Pass standings

LA and Keegan are so close! But Drew is working on the Red Stamp right now, and he’ got Alex and Ashley helping him out, so I’m pretty sure he’s about to get it. Which….. fine… I guess…. But I knew Drew does well in games. I want some underdogs to claim this prize! I’m hoping he misses on the blue stamp bc that’s the only stamp none of his alliance has, but he’s probably going to save his clue for help with that one. I love Drew. I honestly do. I just want some of my other faves to have a chance. 

SHIT GOTTA SCRAMBLE

WOOOO WE WON IMMUNITY. My tribe isn’t a total flop :’)

I wasn’t lying when i called Alex cute. Should I flirt with him to further my game? I have morals so no. But i have lust so yes. But i like confidence and looks myself so no. But i’m one thicc bih so yes. Do you see my dilemma?

So we just lost the 2nd immunity challenge. I’d like to say I feel comfortable but I don’t really think that’d be accurate. I am in an alliance with Alex and Drew, but we really haven’t talked much, I don’t know if it is only because we haven’t had a tribal or what, but hopefully we work well together. On the bright side I have almost found all of the prism stamps. I only need the blue and green stamps. I have a clue to the green location and Drew is getting the clue to the blue. Thanks to Drew I knew where the purple and indigo stamps were. The good thing is that he hasn’t been able to finish the puzzles within the 15 minutes so I am pretty sure I have a leg up on this, hopefully not a lot of people are far ahead, the idol could really help me in the future. 

WE WON! Yahoo, no loss after loss after loss. And I can’t be the second boot so SUCK IT SWITZERLAND. 

Kai and I discussed who we would vote out if we were to lose and we both sort of agreed on Jay. I sort of just threw out a name at random and he went along with it. I do like Jay so I’m glad we don’t have to vote her out yet. Let’s get the other tribe down some numbers before we have to keep cutting our own. I’m torn on whether or not I want a swap. On one hand I might be able to get swapped into a tribe with Drew and Ashley, both of whom I’m sure I’d be able to work with. But also swapping risk the chance of ending up in a minority and being picked off. Right now it’s some nice chill time while we hopefully watch the other tribe fall apart. A 4-4 split, followed by a 3-3 split and then rocks would be delicious chaos. But even a 5-3 split would be great to see. 

Amanda

told you (me)

So right now Drew and I are in a group called “Anti-First Boot Coallition” with Ashley. We plan on extending it into two groups. One with Steven/Ben/Myself/Drew/Ashley, and one with JD/Jack/Myself/Drew. This sets up Drew and myself really well. Also, both Drew and I finished with the rainbow idol today. He got it though and I shouldn’t be upset because he’s my ally. But at the same time, I’m the reason he got like two prisms and he only helped me with one, then told me that he had the rest of the passes AFTER he had gotten it. It kinda irks me, and it’s something he has that I don’t. I’ve also been playing both sides in that I’m telling Steven what’s going on, and I don’t believe Drew thinks I’m doing that. Drew thinks I’m completely loyal to him but Steven knows that I’m more with him than Drew. A lot of it comes down to me knowing Drew is dangerous and me knowing that Steven probably won’t turn on me whereas Drew probably would.

Um I did that!!!!! The entire other tribe can kiss my ass!!! Sooo unless Amanda’s evil (which won’t take me by surprise after all the LIES she’s fed me in this game) we’re not swapping next round so thank GOD. I’m not ready for this game to spice up, cause like the white part of me is allergic to spice. Hopefully we can keep winning, and hopefully umm I don’t get swapfucked when it comes. And hopefully I can get my hands on that Rainbow Idol wink wink

We won the immunity challenge ! Which I’m really thankful for since things seem to be sort of quiet lately. 

I really hope JD isn’t the first one to go on her tribe, I wanna get the chance to play with her. 

ALSO I FOUND LIKE THREE STAMPS IN ONE SEARCH. It’s probably the most iconic thing I’ll do this entire game. Which means I only need blue and yellow? I think, or maybe another but still I’m close. 

I’m worried if I’m this close that someone else is, or someone else already has it. I really hope not, cause this stupid idol is what sent me home in Taveuni. 

I’m probably getting voted out or being paranoid….you decide. I did the worst in the challenge which i didnt know it was possible to do that well in the damn game. And let’s be honest, me/Ben/Steven/Jack are all pretty absent in the tribe chat but who knows how active they are in PMs. I’m probably a goner which sucks but this could be my chance to turn it all around if I can manage to survive this tribal ;)

Me in Taveuni: *crawls out of my cave, hissing at my contestants* make confessionals it’s not hard Me when Amanda asks me: But is it really worth it Today I learned that the Rainbow Reef is full of disappointment and unfulfilled promises, a thing which I should’ve and I should be used if I wasn’t a flawed human. At this point the best thing that I can expect from the Reef is drowning.

WHICH ONE OF THESE UGLY MOTHERFUCKERS FOUND THE DAMN IDOL? I LITERALLY CAME TO THE PLACE WHERE THE IDOL WAS HIDDEN AND IT WASN’T THERE. THIS SEASON SINGLE HANDLY HAS GIVEN ME THE BEST LUCK IN FINDING ANYTHING AND I CAN’T EVEN FIND AN IDOL? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PLAYER AM I THEN, IF MY LUCK ONLY TAKES ME THAT FAR?  

Me getting dragged into an alliance in this game without lifting a finger? It’s likely (it’s what I do in like every game honestly) and it’s happening. I guess that’s just the power of my social game, like Michele who? Anyway to be honest this’ll probably result in Kai sending Jay home. I still don’t know if he knows I’m a host but it’s not like I can ask him but hopefully he doesn’t find out if he doesn’t and hopefully some snake in our tribe won’t tell him oops. 

So I am now in an alliance with JD, Alex, and Drew. This is hella cute and I am so excited to see how well we do. I hope to go far with this group but as seen in previous games; Drew is a beast. Like he knows his stuff. And Alex might not still completely trust me from India (RIP) but I am starting fresh with JD! I am so happy to have met a new person and to be working so well with them so far