#i just need to survive till january

[junkdyke]

listen, i don't like to talk about my living situation too much, but my mother just came into my room at 3:30 in the fucking morning to preach to me about god and how i need to get closer to him and ask him to help me against the devil's "confusion" and "lack of identify"

fucking witching hour homophobia, i need to move out of this HOUSE

[whateverthought]

So, Daeron is 16, Helaena is 17 and Aemond is ambiguously 16-17. That means Alicent had 3 separate full-term pregnancies in about a year. Let's just talk through this.

Pregnancies take about 10 months despite what the common belief is but you cannot get pregnant right after giving birth, not to mention the stitches and tearing of the vagina, the uterus needs time, it genuinely just wouldn't take. And let's give some slack, let's say one of her pregnancies wasn't full-full term, not too much since none of her children have been said to be sickly or weak or in any danger of stillbirth, lets say Aemond since 'he was born half his brother's size but twice as fierce'. And we're not gonna talk about Helaena's pregnancy, before this its 10 months pregnant, remember. So after giving birth, she would have to get pregnant as soon as possible, not even thinking about the stitches or tears that would likely take longer. And how horrible would that be for her, not fully healed having sex? It must have been torturous, absolutely agonizing. And then she gives birth too early, absolutely terrifying since Aemma Arryn exists as a curse haunting this show. And then she gets pregnant again, while having the most horrid, painful sex imaginable. Not even taking into consideration the very possible, very high infection risk.

If Helaena was born in the beginning of the year, January I guess, if it takes what at least 4 weeks till she can get pregnant again, it'd be early February, babies born 24 weeks survive with a hospital but Medieval Times? Again, its never mentioned so not too noticeable. Lets say, 32 weeks, 8 months, that's September. And again, 4 weeks, that's October. Daeron would be born in July. Did he just turn 16? Did she miss his birthday?

Having pregnancies too close together is bad for the mother, having sex too soon is bad for the mother. The infection risk, the reopening of stitches, the scarring. And she's 17! This young girl's body going through her first pregnancy at 15 (and notice how Viserys gives Alicent maybe a year before having a second, then its off to the races?) and then another at 17 (16?) and being pregnant for what, 2 years?

I am side-eying the Fuck out of Viserys and Aemma's relationship

[youmakemyhearthowl]

Punk Princess

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Hello and welcome to the story that I most would like to finish, It's been a while friends, and I have missed all of you. I'm going to go ahead and get this chapter uploaded now, it was written way back in January, when things started to go a little south for me in life, but I figured I could give you guy's this, while I work on making sure I can keep giving you this story in the most authentic way. So here's to you guys, and this shorter Chapter that I never got to release because life kicked me in the face. The next one I'm able to release, I want to be longer but I needed a 'fresh start' to keep telling this story and that meant getting this part out for you all to enjoy. And I really hope you enjoy. thank you for sticking around, and for being so understanding. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope I can keep bringing these boys to life for you soon<3

Steve had been on dates in the past, so he’s not really sure why he’s freaking out so hard to Robin while he’s getting ready. He knows how to do this, he used to be the king of doing this.

But it feels like so much more this time. 

Like life or death.

Which is so silly because Steve’s faced life or death before, and it was nothing like this. But god the panic he’s feeling is so all consuming at the moment he barely registers Robin's hands coming up to grasp his face, and squish his cheeks between them.

“I’m gonna need you to breathe, Dingus.” Steve lets out a soft whine when he registers her words, his eyes focusing on her soft smile. “What’s got you so panicked about this, Steve? You’ve been on dates before, and you already did the hard part of asking him out.” Steve brings his hands up to cup around hers and sighs, deflating completely. 

“What if like, what if he wants or-or expects more on the date? Like I know I’m a bit of a slut Rob’s, I own that shit, but, I’ve- I don’t know, what if that’s all he wants, like everyone else I’ve tried to be with? Like, I didn’t really have the best time with- with the hook ups when I was still figuring out my sexuality, you know?  And Eddie’s important, like so important and I just, fuck I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.” Robin squishes his face a little more as he talks, and his words come out a bit distorted. 

“Steve.”

“Yea I know, it’s dumb.” He casts his eyes to the side as she lets his face go. Hands sliding down his neck and arms till she’s holding his.

“It’s not dumb. But Steve don’t you want more on this date? I mean you’ve been talking about sitting on his dick for months now.” Steve groans, leaning forward to rest his forehead on hers taking a deep breath. 

“This is- Rob’s, I’m like, pretty sure I’m in love with the guy. I don’t think I’d survive if this was just a physical thing.” One of her hands releases his and comes up to flick his ear.

“So tell him that dumbass. You guys promised to communicate with each other, So do that.”

And just like that, a lot of that panic that was gripping his throat dissipates, a soft laugh bubbling up in his throat, because she’s right. Of course she’s right, she’s Robin. But that promise is literally the whole building block of his and Eddies relationship. That promise of Steve communicating, and Eddie taking the time to listen and vise versa. It’s what makes what they have now work.  

Steve leans forward and plants a kiss on Robin's nose that has her scrunching it at him. 

“What would I do without you, Robs?”

“Perish.”

“Fair enough”

~~

Steve has no idea why he was so nervous, walking through the woods with Eddie towards their date destination. Them- this, it’s easy. 

“Stevie, baby, light of my dreary life. You said drive-in movie, not fucking hike for an hour in the woods movie.” Steve laughs, glancing over to Eddie before reaching out and grabbing his hand, placing a swift kiss to his knuckles.

“It’s been like 10 minutes Eddie, and we’re almost there anyways.” Eddie shoots him a playful glare, yanking on their intertwined hands so Steve stumbles towards him slightly.

“Pretty sure you said that like, 3 hours ago.” Steve laughs, groaning and bumping his shoulder into Eddies.  Glancing sideways at him through his bangs, a soft swoop warming his lower stomach. 

“Eddie.”

“Steve.”

“Ed’s.”

“Stevie.”

“Edward.”

“Babygirl?”

Steve kinda short circuits at that, stumbling slightly and shooting a playful glare at Eddie, who's walking next to him with a self satisfied grin taking over his whole face.Steve can feel his blush deepening as he stares at him.

“You’re a little shit.” Steve finally settles on saying, glancing in front of them to make sure they are going in the right direction.  He doesn’t think he’s stopped smiling since the date started, and his face kind of hurts, but he’s so glad he was able to push past his worries and do this. All of this for Eddie. He can smell the food he cooked every now and then, when Eddie swings the picnic basket just right and he’s excited to get Eddie’s opinion on the Chicken Parm he’d made for them. 

Eddie squeezes Steve's hand gently, pulling his attention back over to him, and the smile Steve is met with is blinding. 

“So, what’s with the trek through the woods for a drive-in movie? You secretly a murderer?” Steve snorts so hard at the question he stumbles a bit, Eddie uses the hand he’s still holding to pull him back. “It’s a valid question, Princess. You’re a little bit lethal, and a whole lot hot while doing it.” Steve feels a chill go down his spine slightly at the words, flashes of Demodogs dancing past his eyelids, Billy’s fists mingling with the images. He almost wants to say ‘Yes cause I have to be.” But he holds his tongue, and flashes a cheeky grin in Eddie's direction.

“I’m not gonna murder you. Although if you show anyone where I’m taking you, I might.” He scratches at the back of his neck a bit. “It’s uh- it’s a special place I stumbled upon last year, when I couldn’t sleep one night. It was old and falling apart when I found it, but I’ve fixed it up good as new.” He glances over at Eddie again, seeing him nodding along as Steve talks, soft smile on his lips.” It’s high enough up that it’s got the perfect view of the Drive-in through the trees.” Eddie stops walking at that, using where they are still attached to pull Steve to a halt as well.

“Steeeeve,” He draws out the e’ in a whine, “you’re making me hike and climb?” He’s got his lip pouted as he looks at Steve, and Steve really can’t fight off the blooming warmth in his chest staring at the man in front of him.

“It’s up a ladder Ed’s, It won’t be too bad.”

“I agree on one condition.”

“That is?”

“You climb me afterwards.” Steve barks out a surprised laugh at that, and he can feel a warm blush spreading up his chest to his cheeks, Eddie smirks over at him. 

“I’m beginning to think you have no filter.” Steve muses aloud, knocking gently on a tree trunk as he passes it. 

“Beginning? Stevie, baby, beginning?” Eddie’s still got that smirk on his face as he uses a tree trunk to spin around and get closer to his space. Steve huffs out a laugh, using his pointer finger to push Eddie back by his nose as he glances around the woods trying to spot his marker on a tree he knows is near by. His eyes light up when they land on the soft blue cloth blowing in the wind. 

“Come on, the tree house is over here.” He can physically feel Eddie perk up at the words.

“Treehouse! Stevie, you have a secret treehouse out here?” Eddie stumbles over his shoe laces as he works to catch up to him, and he laughs. God when was the last time he laughed this much? And Just as he’s about to start climbing the ladder Eddies grasping his shoulder and spinning him around, pushing his back up against it and pressing his chest flush against him. There’s a mischievous twinkle in Eddie’s eyes as Steve looks at him questioningly, and Eddie leans in, his nose brushing along Steve's cheek. 

“You really look good enough to eat in that outfit Steve, and if I have to climb up this ladder behind you, neither of us are going to get to taste this meal you made us or see the movie.” Steve shivers at the purr in Eddie's voice as he leans even closer, lips ghosting over Steve’s ear. “So what do you say I do first pretty boy, before I just push you up against this ladder and take you right here.”

Steve suppresses a groan, leaning his head back against the ladder and arching himself more into Eddie, who’s hands come out and brace his hips.

“Down boy, I want to at least get to sample what my baby spent all morning cooking for me.” He laughs softly, planting a wet kiss to Steve’s cheek and shuffling him out of the way to start up the ladder, and if Steve has to take a second to readjust his pants before following him, that's between him and the trees. 

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[ilsicarus]

all ogawa yuki has ever been is desperate.

wait till you hear about this next nominee: ogawa yuki, born on the 4th of january, 1997 and bears a striking resemblance to myoui mina. they’re a first year bachelor of business administration student and one of the youngest ballet dancers to win the top prize in a major international competition by age nine — impressed yet? rumor has it they’re hoping to be a trophy wife, but personally, i think they should aim a little higher — something like the king’s club, for one. now, that suits them a little more, don’t you think? guess we’ll just have to see if they’ve got the talent for it in our upcoming recruitment round.

(ooc — hi! it’s seiji (any prns, 24) and i’m here to introduce my baby girl, ogawa yuki (cdx7, 2019 black pawn), to you all! first things first, i actually struggle with the tumblr interface so if you see any mistakes every once in a while, look away ! second, please see below the tl;dr of yuki’s background + some tidbits of her personality below the cut. i’ve also linked her bio and overview below! lastly, please do hit the like button or (do!!!) head straight to my dms if you want to plot. i actually prefer plotting in discord if that’s okay (but tumblr is fine too!), do let me know if you want to head over that platform! i look forward to wreaking havoc with you all 🫶

trigger warning/s: character deaths, mentions of terminal illness, implied abuse and violence (physical, mental, emotional), undiagnosed mental illness, brief mentions of hysteria

background (or see: bio + overview)

truth of the matter is, yuki was neither needed nor wanted at the time of her birth (and unfortunately even to the present). her father was preoccupied with business (and secure enough given he already has an heir), her brother was too head-deep in boarding school all the way in switzerland, her sister (hotaru) was terminally ill, and their mother was certainly too stressed to carry an entire child to term while trying to make sure her eldest daughter survives.

ogawa yuki was born and raised with a part to play—her oldest sister’s substitute for her grieving mother, the dearest little diamond (commodity) for her father and the media, and the unimposing sibling for her oldest brother. and if yuki had a say in it, she’d say she’s done her roles well, has sat well-behaved in the cage for nineteen long years before she even sought escaping.

on instruction from her father, she gets admitted into snu for business administration. every ogawa undergoes this, they study outside of japan and bring the expertise back to ogawa. in her case, though, it’s to marry her off and expand the business (but it pays well to have graduated in a prestigious university).

and really, truly, yuki is perfectly aware of the fact that marrying someone better off than her family couldn’t be called liberation in its entirety. although yuki supposes that the only way to ever get out of the gilded cage is for something even more powerful to tear through it, her marrying someone even greater would only prove to benefit the ogawas. so, actually, how could anyone say that she would be biting the hands that have fed her, when really, she’s simply leading her life the way any ogawa was supposed to?

it’s true that the king’s club was a good stepping stone to achieve her general goal but since noh hyungseo was ultimately the goal, she exerted more effort actually trying to get him instead of getting into the club itself. though she did try, still, believing that since hyungseo was a shoe-in on the position, it would pay to be a fellow member to get even closer to him. and then he dies. unfortunate, she cried over it for a week, and then she moved on.

then, she unwittingly finds herself in love with someone post-graduation. she doesn’t quite understand what love should look like but loves him anyway. they stay together for two years. she ruins some familial relationships in order to keep him, some of her friends leave her behind, she actually enjoys life a bit. and then he takes all of that away on the day he tells her he can’t marry her because he loves someone else—the wife, his childhood friend, of a familiar and wealthy businessman.

in response, she destroys that woman’s life and works hard to make sure she gets divorced from her husband. (a double-edged sword: her former lover is fine with simply watching the love of his life be happy with the man she loves, yuki takes that away from him by making her miserable; at the same time, yuki frees her from the shackles of her marriage and take her place, maybe then, her former lover would thank her for giving him another wretched opportunity. maybe this time, he can get what he wants.)

two years after the divorce, yuki is now the second wife of said businessman. she has brought headaches upon headaches on her father and brother but the point has been met, hasn’t it? her husband is more powerful than her family, but her family also benefits from the relationship either way. she’d achieved her goal, hadn’t she?

personality

2016

having inherited her mother’s appearance, it bears noting that even at yuki’s most cruel, she looks entirely unimposing. her education and socialization also taught her to be gentle in her words and manners. by all accounts, it is nearly impossible, if at all, to reconcile the girl with someone who could harm any living being, even a bug.

contrary to her appearance and manners, yuki can be quite aggressive, calculating, and unforgiving in her actions, though this is rarely done upfront and is usually meticulously orchestrated behind the scenes, bit by bit. yuki does not confront, but she does not forget slights against her—much like her father.

yuki can be quite thorough. because every single man was an option for marriage and because she knew she had to scope out competition, yuki actually did quite the research on her peers and upperclassmen prior to and even during the initiation phase of the king’s club. one had to know the cards they were being dealt in order to win the game, after all. it’s the very same reason she could butter noh hyungseo up the way she did, also the reason why she ruffled the feathers of even the most blasé members of the club (though she has never slipped, it was unnerving how seemingly well she seemed to be able to get into their good graces).

has always had the tendency of having tunnel vision towards her future. she believes her own worries are already heavy enough to ever mind others’ and since people rarely ever worry about her, who else would worry over her except herself? it’s always her first before anyone else. it’s easy to pretend she worries and sympathizes with friends given impressions on her, but a close friend’s depression is just as useless to her as is the notion of eliminating poverty—why should it matter to her when it’s not her suffering? it’s not that she’s incapable of empathy or care, however, it takes a lot for her to trust that someone actually cares for her and she’d rather not waste energy on someone simply just pretending before her too. she just uses the people who also use her.

at the same time, she’s never taken any of her achievements seriously—given her upbringing, it was simply a matter of course required of her by her father, nothing to be congratulated about, and is also ultimately for naught since the endpoint is to be a trophy wife anyway. unlike others, regardless of her achievements, her worth is hinged solely on her being marriage material—which is why she’s focused on it.

2024

it should be said that because her sharpness was not honed by neither her father nor brother, hers is more uneven and irregular than any other ogawa counterpart. hers hurt because they’re driven in by an emotionally pained yuki.

driven primarily by her emotions in recent years, yuki has grown quite unafraid of consequences. she looks at the world with more ire, her sweetness both saccharine and poisonous.

before everything occurred, yuki only vied for one thing and one thing only: to be loved. she wanted someone to look at her and tell her they loved her and mean it. when she didn’t find that in her family, she tried looking elsewhere. she thought, with how big the world was, how could it be possible that there was not a single person who could truly love her? but being who she was had its caveats, she couldn’t just find someone to love and be done with it. there were too many things weighing her down that love in itself would be incapable of freeing her—hence, the practicality with which she approached it. nevertheless, she stumbles and falls unwittingly anyway and realizes it actually is possible for there not to be a single person to ever love you. all ogawa yuki has ever been is desperate but even she cannot bear to continue begging for something she will never receive.

some notable quotes (from the pinterest moodboard)

pyrrhic victory is a victory that inflicts such a devastating toll on the victor that it is tantamount to defeat. (also: hollow victory)

ai to wa nani ka? (what is love?)

i have this obsession with escape. in some universe, i got away from you.

i feel trapped in my own life

i’m so much more than i let people see

sorry i’m a shit daughter

how to disappear 101

potential connections

kxe1 and rxa8! will contact you guys 🫶

yuki wasn’t looking for friends when she joined the initiates, but her unimposing nature naturally allowed plenty of space to let people in—even those outside of the king’s club.

maybe yuki belonged to a small group of friends in college?

someone she competed with in international piano competitions as children. yuki wasn’t the best, sure, but your muse liked how she played. they keep pestering her why she stopped going to competitions now or for them to play together but yuki hasn’t stepped near a piano in ages. she also has no plans to anytime soon, not in this lifetime.

a childhood friend she did ballet with. maybe your muse thought they’d be able to do this together forever but yuki has always known this wasn’t part of her future. or maybe you both only did it as a hobby but during those times, you found genuine friendship with each other. maybe you’ve both drifted away, maybe the relationship is still just as strong.

the one that came after noh hyungseo—the next best thing after the best. maybe you make yuki chase, maybe she caught you, maybe she didn’t. maybe you hate her for making you feel like the replacement of the dead (though she never says so), maybe you loved her anyway. can vary.

a few flings? maybe an ex-boyfriend (or a few) that grew to know her much deeper than she intended to? or one she grew sour with? one that still antagonizes her to this day? one that just wants the best for her? (idk, this girl kept her options open)

would love unexpected connections! (maybe your muse thought they’d get along but it turns out they just don’t vibe or vice versa, maybe your muse had a bad impression on her but turned out to understand her and became good friends eventually)

[m3kiii]

My ex boyfriend has been stalking me and harassing me for months and I truly don’t know what to do because even though he doesn’t know where I live he always finds me on social media and I don’t know how. I don’t go by my real name anywhere and I constantly change usernames. I’m even scared posting this even though as of right now he has no clue this account exists but if he finds it he will message me and try to convince me to move back in so he can make me do nothing but be his maid and personally sex doll. There have been so many times this man would assault me in my sleep and I was just supposed to be okay with it because we were dating. I live in fear and I know no body here can do anything I just need to get it off my chest because we’ve been broken up for a year but kept contact until January of this year because anytime I would try and set boundaries and cut ties with him he would tell me about how even though I had left and lived with family that they didn’t love me and after a while they would get tired of me and kick me out because I was too stupid and autistic to take care of myself. He used my autism as something to degrade me for constantly and had convinced me that I genuinely wasn’t smart and couldn’t survive without him. When I finally left him he tried multiple to kidnap me and take me back to his house but thankfully the first time my family just happened to be in town and I had finally gotten the courage to tell them he was driving 5 hours to take me back to his house and they stopped him. The second time I had woke up one morning with him just randomly saying he was on the way toe my sisters house (I had moved in with my sister when I left him) and I was genuinely going to take my own life to get away from him but thankfully for this as well my sisters husband walked into my room at the right moment and stopped me. I was later admitted to the psych ward and was held there for 4 days. My ex tried to call me on my phone as I was getting admitted to the hospital and my sister took my phone and answered and told him to go back home. But he didn’t he sat outside of the hospital I was at and tried to convince the nurse in the psych ward to let him talk to me. He even went as far as having his mother call and try to say she was my mother in-law and she needed to speak to me urgently and I broke down and had a panic attack begging them not to tel her I was there because I didn’t want to go back to his abuse.this man never had a job and played video games 24/7. He literaly woke up everyday and played all day till he went to bed. He never cleaned and all of my money was expected to be spent taking care of of him because his parents didn’t want the responsibility of him anymore since we lived with them in his parents house while we were together.

His family stole money from me constantly and never let me go see my family while I lived with their son. There were so many time they would tell me they were going to let me see my family then the day off there was a million reasons why it couldn’t happen and I couldn’t be mad because they let me live there “rent free”.

This man would beat me and convince me everybody around that we were just wrestling and that’s the type of relationship we had. But he would genuinely hurt me,he would hit me at full force and bite me and pull my hair. I would beg him to spend time with me and get off the game and he would get so mad at me and call me a bitch and say I was nagging and made me feel so small for just want my boyfriend to hangout with me when I got home from work at the end of the day.

I don’t know I just needed to rant I guess so there will be more

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

So, I still need to process, like a lot, but writing asks helps me, so...

Turns out I was wrong about pretty much everything regarding the 3 potential tragedies (well, Wyatt didn't die but at what cost! and his ending was the one that didn't really surprise me; as for Robert I was almost sure he would die one way or another but I actually thought it would happen between seasons; as for Gabriel I had come to expect it and the only thing I will say regarding it specifically is that I'm glad we had him and Carlos talk and hug before it).

I was basing my prediction entirely on how every other season ended up prettily wrapped up with a nice ribbon, but this time we didn't get it. I'm not exactly mad, per se, I don't think, not after all the series I watched over the years that ended with cliffhangers and I had no way of knowing if my favourite characters survived till the following year. And this isn't nearly as bad as that was. So it brings me back, though I didn't necessarily missed it. It's not completely satisfying, because there are storylines left open, but I guess they could afford to this this time since they were already sure of renewal. I really hope next season we get a follow up of all of them, not necessarily the murder plot (though I can see it being a new arc for Carlos that will push him forward professionally, and maybe even personally) but the grief involved. I'm left with the same feelings as it did all those times, a sense of loss and a craving for more, like right now 😂. But I'll get over it, at least I already know we'll be getting more eventually (and let's be real, it'll probably be January rather than autumn, but that's fine).

The only real critique I have now about the finale is that all of this probably deserved more space, like 3-4 episodes instead of just 2, but in the end I like they haven't delayed the wedding, because TK is the only thing Carlos is sure about (😭😭😭😭😭).

Thank you for bearing with my streams of consciousness ❤️

I'm very happy that I came to terms with Gabriel dying the last few days before the episode aired because if I had still been in denial about it, it would have been really rough! But I didn't expect him to be murdered like that...I thought maybe he would die in the line of duty, but I didn't expect it to be that intense! I also expected TK to be able to share his experience with grief over the loss of a parent more. He can still do that a bit, but Carlos' situation is a lot different with his father being murdered and not knowing who did it or why. I think this could be very interesting to follow up next season, though I'm a little nervous about how they will approach it. I'm nervous in general about next season! I hope Tim doesn't feel the need to constantly go bigger and more traumatic because if so, where do we go next?? I really want them to be able to be married and happy, at least a little bit! I know it's never going to be smooth sailing for them, but I'll take as much happiness for them as we can get!

I get what you mean about the storyline deserving more space. There was a point almost halfway through episode 18 where I was thinking, "How do we possibly get to a wedding???" It ultimately worked for me when we got there, but I could see there being a benefit to letting the storyline breathe a little. Maybe have Carlos investigating for a whole episode and then another episode with him going after the wrong guy rather than putting it all into just over half an episode, and also give him more space from being so upset he almost murdered an innocent man to deciding they should go through with the wedding as scheduled after all. However, I loved the scene of Carlos getting down on one knee and I loved that marrying TK was the only thing he was sure about. Also it was so heartbreaking to see Carlos like that so I don't know if I really would have wanted it to be more drawn out!

As for the wedding itself, I think I got everything I wanted out of it. I would have probably preferred them to be able to have a more uncomplicated happiness on their wedding day, but that's just not what this show is. They were never going to give us an episode that was just Tarlos having a happy wedding. What we did get was so sad and heavy at times, but there were so many beautiful scenes. And RAFA! He was incredible, as I knew he would be. This was really his season! I still need to rewatch and process more, but I think I'm overall pretty happy with the finale and the season as a whole.

[lxvenderhxzehv]

(gavin leatherwood) [The Rebel]. Please welcome [Damian Lamb (He/Him)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [26]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [firefighter at fire & rescue house 69 ]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Name: Damian Lamb

Nicknames: N/A

Age/DOB: 27 January 16, 1997

Gender: cis-male He/him

Sexual Orientation: fuck around and find out

Personality type: The Rebel

Relationship status: Single

Occupation: firefighter at fire & rescue house 69

Destination: In Town

Role: Hunter

Family: Mother, father, and little Sister ~ deceased

Aunt and Uncle ~ Deceased

Cousins ~ Alive (Not sure how many)

Tw: Death, child dead, Fire, Murder accusations, and bullying

The Lamb family was your typical family, Husband and Wife who loved each other dearly high school sweethearts even. and their two kids Damian and his little sister were their greatest achievements. there was not drama, no trouble, not turmoil between the four. Damian was a good kid. He did well in school, He loved his sister and his parents with his whole heart. He would do anything for them even at his own expense. Everything was perfect.

until it wasn't

one night around when Damian was 10 years old he woke up to his room extremely hot and cloudy. Realizing what was going on he rolled out of bed and got on the floor as quickly as possible. Crawling through his home, he tried to wake everyone up, yelling and screaming for them or for help but the smoke and the flames were too strong for him to handle. He passed out and didn't come too till few hours later.

When he came too he was in the hospital his Aunt and Uncle came clamoring over to check on him. He was more than confused to say the least. Then he remembered, flashes of fire and burning building the smell oh god the smell.

"I want my mom and my dad, my sister...are they here?" He said softly. The worried glances share with his aunt and uncle didn't go unnoticed. Damian's stomach dropped. His heart started pounding from his chest.

"WHERE'S MY MOM AND DAD? WHERE MY SISTER!?!" he shouted tearfully from the hospital bed. They almost didn't have the guts to tell him. They didn't survive. The firefighters were able to get damain out and stabilized but the fire had grown too big by the time they arrived. Damian was even Lucky to be alive and come out with just some scaring on his back.

With Damian being the only surviving family member he of course was questioned. His story stayed the same, They had dinner, watched a movie and then all went to bed When he woke up he tried to get out but the smoke and the heat was too much and he passed out. They couldn't find the source of the fire so they chalked it up to wrong place at the wrong time. However Damian wasn't convinced and to this day he thinks someone wanted his family dead.

He moved in with his Aunt and uncle, they did what they could and raised him like he was their own. He go along with them and his cousins well enough but he was still troubled. Therapy helped a little but he did go often, usually ditching to go smoke and hang out at his family's graves.

As for the town, rumors spread and Damian became an outcast of sorts in Huntsville.

'mommy that's the boy that burned his family live!'

parents would hide their kids, give him dirty looks and clutch their pearls whenever he came around. He became a menace in school, taking on the "bad boy" person. if you can't be em', join em right?'. He figured if they were going to paint this picture of him that he killed his family might as well have fun with it. He was bullied of course and it was In school he realized he need to bulk up and also carry a butterfly knife with him at all times. So he did.

and then the paradox hit when he was just 14 years old, it only added fuel to his anger and frustration. His Aunt and Uncle being some of the first few who died. He was left to take care of his cousins on his own. He did a few odd Jobs here and there making sure to keep them taken care of but when word got out they were all shoved into the commune. Damian hated it and the moment he turned 18 he left.

he needed a Job and he was strong and capable so he became a firefighter. He promised himself that no one would ever feel the pain he felt from loosing someone ever again. He would make sure of it, even if it kills him.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Me: time to do important applications

My brain: or……… You can go on Tumblr.

While I’m here, how about some life updates:

I have a few job interviews coming up, and no matter how many times I do these, nerves are so fucking real.

Also, whoever developed the idea that my best friend and I had to go to meetings that last from 12 to 3 with like really short breaks, and then there was one that lasted from 12 to 6, in order for us to keep our college scholarships because fucking capitalism should burn. i’m just happy she’s there, because we text each other and gossip about the really annoying people at the meeting. Like that one girl that keeps interrupting me.

I went on a date like two weeks ago with a real life girl. Crazy I know, my love life has been nonexistent for months. And crazily enough, after the date, she still wanted to speak to me. She’s really sweet though, and we may or may not have stayed up a few times till 4 AM just talking and no matter what happens, it has 100% been really nice to get to know her. My friends seem to like her though so that’s a plus. We are absolute dorks with each other and it’s just a vibe.

My vacation was also very nice. We stayed at this little condo by the beach because my friends uncle has money. And it was lovely, it had a nice balcony where you could hear the ocean below. Plus I just got to sit around and do nothing but gossip with my friend and watch random YouTube videos with her. Plus gossip with her mom who is one of the funniest women I’ve ever met in my life.

I’m also trying to get back into reading which has been nice. I’m trying to get through this book of short stories about various meet cutes.

I think that’s about all the stuff going on in my life. Have you been surviving the difficult January? Did those people end up crossing those boundaries that you set continuously? if the answer is yes, drop their location, I will have to “take care of some… Business.“ Preferably with the use of sharp objects.

Song rec: this used to be one of my favorite songs when I was younger. https://music.apple.com/us/album/hoja-en-blanco/27064339?i=27064315

OKAY WAIT BUT THIS IS A LOT TO PROCESS GIMME A SECOND OMG.

Interviews are the fucking worst. I hate them too. But also as someone who conducts interviews, remember being confident is literally the most important part. And you are a confident badass bitch. You got this.

Also adulthood is literally attending super long mandatory meetings that shouldn't exist. Welcome to the hellhole :)

ALSO WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A DATE. Also screaming at you saying "real life girl" and clarifying it lmao so valid. People you can easily talk to, feel comfortable around, and make you laugh are the best kind of people. I like her already.

I'm so so so glad you got to go on vacay. I wish we can eternally be on vacay and not work smh. I haven't read anything yet. I'm hoping to read at least a couple of books a month so send me your motivation I need it!

January has been okay. I just keep focusing on my tasks and getting them done as usual. But I'm kinda tired and it's ridiculous because it's like only mid January???? As for the people who kept crossing boundaries and overworking me, I'm actually quitting. My contracts (yes i have three contracts with them that's how much work i do for this one fucking client) end in March and I'm gonna ask them not to renew them because I'm so tired of their bullshit. I might keep one of them because I genuinely enjoy that project but let's see if they let me keep it hehe.

And the song rec was a vibe. Here is a song i listened to a lot as a kid and I still do. It's an Arabic song and just an absolute bop.

[asleeponthegraveyardshift]

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#5

It's crazy how just going to school solves 50 percent of my problems.

I don't know how I survived a month without that shithole.

Highlights of the day

1. Meeting all the crazy bitches I call my friends.

2. I'm pretty sure I aced my exam. Take that girl who topped last time.

3. After school we all were shooed off the cycle track so we bought the sizzling hot lays. Juvenile jokes ahoy.

4. I met @theloudestwomanyoulleversee for like a minute.

5. The security guard emotionally blackmailed me saying that I was the head girl and I had duties outside of school also. Like dude let me rest on the side of the road if I want to.

6. My driver was like 50 minutes late so one of my friends stayed with me till he came like a gem @whiskersthecoolkitty

7. My class teacher is a freaking girlboss. He let me Google a last minute query on his phone. Anil sir if you're reading this I love you.

8. Class 12th has no chill. Sabh jungli hai.

9. @mostlytropical baccha on the window needs our help.

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#4

The amount of sad songs on my first playlist is concerning. @theloudestwomanyoulleversee

5 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#3

You know your priorities are slanted when the widest range of emotions you’ve ever felt were at your printer.

6 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

sick and tired of people who think they can put THEIR responsibilities on  my shoulders and then question my execution of them. 

8 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I’ve realized getting your father’s nose is something consistent with eldest daughters. 

107 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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[rayeim0gen]

I gave the system every chance to help me, and I got treated like a criminal for showing up at the hospital begging for help. They straight up told me “there’s nothing the ward can do for you anyways.” That’s when I lost my last give a fuck. I had nothing left to lose, so I stopped saying no…

I did what I had to to survive and keep myself distracted. Not proud of some of it.

My life is ruined regardless.

I need something to distract me.

To numb me.

I do what I do to survive.

I’ve been left on my own to start from scratch.

Thank god for Jacey.

I love you, babe.

I do it as responsibly as possible and make sure I keep up with life and my responsibilities.

The system has to really step up its game before I give them up for now. There’s way too much trauma that needs to be worked through before I’ll be ok being on just my current meds.

My September 16th therapist appointment was moved to June 26th, thank god. I wouldn’t have made it to September.

The ptsd has been relentless and intense while sober (but medicated) at work 9-5. I’ve been having breakdowns in the bathroom at work.

The 26th can’t come soon enough.

Sorry everyone, I’m done with bullshit. There has been so many lies about what I’ve been through, as well as the contents of my character going around.

I’m being honest and transparent right now.

Setting the story straight.

I’m done pretending that I didn’t just experience multiple traumatic experiences in a row at the hands of the healthcare system’s negligence. I’m done pretending I’m ok. It hurts. A lot.

June 26th, the day I can start working on everything finally and get sober and stable.

I’m scared and excited about this next phase of my life that I’m about to enter. Hopefully they can help me come up with some explanations and can get me some closure so I can start to heal and sober up a bit…

*fingers crossed*

(Full disclosure: I did eventually end up making it into the Dubé Centre, but it took till an attempt in January 2024 to finally get me into the ward at the insistence of a couple friends that brought me in. The ward was ready to turn me away again. I’ve been doing a lot better since, but it’s hard to stay sober while at work when the ptsd decides to go full blast out of nowhere…)

[hellobengski]

a matter of time.

It is just so deep — already drowned by it.

It’s probably a matter of time. A matter of unexpected circumstances that may either make or break you. I have been longing for serenity — the infinite one. A presence that will reassure me that everything is changing. Five or ten years, it will never matter.

I think people in general will never understand the idea of depth of pain and known fear. I recently lost my grandpa from my father’s side — the last grandparent among four. But even before hearing this, I have been feeling alone and lonely which is the last thing I would want to actually feel. I mean I don’t mind being alone because I am pretty much used to my daily routine, but this time it just hits different.

You wake every morning wanting to let go all the past traumatic experiences you had. It should be easy for some people, but I hope it’s the same thing for me. It’s ironic how I would take a bottle of wine every night trying to convince myself that it’s going to be okay, but at the same time, every phase I go through seems to be in denial of acceptance. I am a lot — a lot to handle, a lot to feel, a lot of overthinking, a lot of emotions. I’m pretty much sure it’s unhealthy but I guess the only way to at least feel better is to be on your own side.

Things have been in a fast paced lately. Most of my closest friends are getting married sooner or later and yet here I am letting my dog Bella find her partner too, Oreo, to have puppies with. Now I’m patiently waiting till she gives birth. I started to feel the idea of taking care of more dogs is more tolerating than humans. Dogs are so genuine they would never want to hurt you. They feel more than you do. And it’s reassuring.

It’s only first week of January and the only thin g I want to do is survive. I need to because I believe my parents — especially my dad still needs me. I wish whenever I would tell them I want to disappear — it’s the fact that I only want to escape never ending cycle of struggles in life. I didn’t even want it. I guess it just wants me more.

I hope I still find the strength from the people who still believe in what I can offer them — pure love and affection. I hope I won’t get tired of hoping.

[andsoforrain]

Just used up my once-monthly can't go to work because I'm having a mental breakdown excuse. I'm scared because my mental health is sliding even further into the red bc my psychiatrist and psychologist aren't available till January and I forsee many more of these breakdowns that I'm just going to have to push through because a. can't call off sick every week unless you like being unemployed and b. health care is expensive, rent is expensive, food is expensive and I need them to survive and I'm kinda dying

[wronggalaxy]

Y'all I don't know what to do. I know it's irrational but(at 15) I'm still terrified of monsters not to mention people breaking into my house at night and the dark. Because of that it's really hard for me to fall asleep after it gets dark outside and impossible after midnight. Except since I'm in high school, have homework, have to study for the ACT, do Speech & Debate and academics, have pets, and am an author I don't have time to go to bed before 1 AM at the earliest. Which means I spend 4 or so hours every night terrified and crying then just have to go to school. I only ever sleep a few minutes in class except on weekends when I can sleep all day. I can't keep living like this. I'm constantly exhausted, my anxiety is out the roof, I'm more suicidal than ever, I'm having mood swings and feel completely out of control of my emotions, I'm weak, I can't remember anything, I'm losing track of time, and more. But, I don't know what to do. I sleep with a stuffed animal, I use a weighted blanket, I have a night light, I've tried different types of background noise including none, etc. Nothing helps me sleep or gets rid of the fears. It's been happening my whole life, but has been getting worse since I started high school(I'm at the beginning of my second year now) and I just can't handle it anymore. Last year I at least got 2 or 3 hours a night, but this year I'm lucky to sleep an hour a day. I'm wary about therapists as my court mandated therapist when I was 7 quit because he hated me, my mom fired my therapist at 13 after the 1st session, and my school counselor who was supposed to see me once a week the whole year saw me less than 10 times at 14. At this point though I don't know if I have any other options. Please interact with this if you see it, I'm really desperate. I doubt I'll survive till January, if just because my body gives in from exhaustion. I don't want to feel like this, I don't know how to handle it. I'm literally just a kid, this is ruining my entire current life and future. I want to survive high school. Please. I really hate typing and posting this, it's humiliating, but I really, really need advice or any help you can give. I can't just push through this; it's not working. Please I don't know what to do.

[libidomechanica]

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[justmeafan]

I have zero energy right now. In de coming 7 school days, I have 13 tests. I haven't studied for any of them, I have to finish reading a book in a week for one of them, and then I also still have to read half of my English book (because I read all the time, but only fanfiction), make five collages of scenes from it and explain every collage, BEFORE THE END OF JANUARY. (Sorry, I just needed to vent)

Again, I have zero energy right now, so I think that chapter 7 of Finally Family is going to be late. Also, I hope I survive till February.

I genuinely hope your weekend is going better than mine.

[vallentinerry]

Morning At The Styles

Hohohoho!! CHRISTMAS IS IN 2 DAYS?? This will be my last post for now then maybe after Christmas or at January ill post the CEO!H fics :)) 

ooh and btw if you didn’t know my wattpad is @scrawny_mf and I post faster there but yeahhh MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE I HOPE YOU ALL FOUND YOUR SUGAR DADDYS AND RECIEVED AS MANY 1D GIFTS YOU CAN I LOVE YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH *hugs*

River (M) - 17, Dionne (M) - 14, Lovella (F) - 12, Astrid (M) - 10, Athalia (F) - 10

WARNING: body image issues

What a morning in the Styles household is like. 

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[boxer!h masterlist]

5:00 AM

"Harry I appreciate your kisses but I'm this fucking close to punching you in the dick." you warn irritated with your husband waking you up.

"Your favorite feature of me is my dick, please don't bullshit me y/n. Now up you go, we have to live till we're 100 to see if we'll be killed by robots. Come on baby." He says still hovering over you, pressing kisses on your face.

"I hate you so much." you groan placing your head to his shoulder, nuzzling into him.

"You'll thank me later." He gives you one last peck and gets off of you only to pull you up by your hands.

"I'm so tired, H." you sigh standing up from the cozy bed.

"Hm? Talk to me darling." He softly speaks, carrying the chair for you to sit on while he prepares your cleansing wash and workout clothes.

"Work's been draining me lately, just feel tired. I don't feel the passion as much anymore and that makes me sad. Feels like I'm just surviving and not enjoying." You rant sleepily, words muffled by the water as you wash your face.

Harry's younger sister, Stevie is a physical therapist while her twin brother-- Ally is an orthopedic surgeon. When they finished their residency, you created a clinic to work with them and with running the clinic as well as being the head nurse sometimes it can get a little overwhelming.

"Do you need to take a mental health break, love?" You always loved how Harry always valued your mental health.

"No, not yet, 'm just excited for Saturday already." You sigh, putting on your leggings. "Thanks for the outfit choice, bub."

Harry cheekily smiled, he liked dressing you up. "I'm amazing, aren't I?"

"Harry junior is better though, 'm just saying." you tease referring to his cock.

"I thought we agreed on naming her Bowie?"

"Isn't Bowie your left ass cheek?"

"No that's Zeppelin!"

"Um, Harry you named my left boob Zeppelin."

"Wha- No I didn--" His voice were cut off by the sound of the door knocking.

"This argument is not finished mister." you teasingly scold and you watched him exaggeratedly sigh, walking in front of you for a short make out-sesh.

Pushing you against the doorway of the bathroom, you moaned— wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing him closer to your mouth. His hands were situated on your waist, occasionally going lower to grope your butt and rub on your hip bone. "Jump." he mumbles on your mouth.

You heavily sigh in response, jumping up to press your crotch against his lower abdomen. "Fuck, 'm filthy girl getting me hard. Oh fuck--" his voice was cut off when you started sucking hickeys on the curve of his throat.

"Ma! Pa! Let's go! Chop chop on that liver!" You hear Lovella shout at the door pounding more.

"God, she's becoming more like Niall everyday." Harry groans breathing heavily on your shoulder.

"Oh my god please don't say that. You act like Niall hasn't had a threesome with us—"

"Ma! Pa! I'm a busy woman! Time is gold!"

~

You watch in amusement at all of your kids. With River barely awake, lifting weights in skinny jeans— that his father approved of. Dionne was barely breathing as Harry was teaching him how to spar. And you were currently teaching Lovella a good workout for her as she has been obsessed with how she looked recently.

You swore the moment she cried to you saying that she felt insecure of how she looked like it made your heart drop. But you knew that was normal, hell— Harry is the most beautiful person you knew and you would often see him staring at the mirror looking at his tummy with a pout and glossy eyes. So you asked your nutritionist friends on how to lose weight healthily, and what's appropriate for her age.

You were just happy when you saw the small glint in her eyes when she saw the workouts working for with her body.

"I don't get how papa does this as his job. Like who wants to go to the gym willingly."

"Lovella Celestina, I better not hear you talking bad about me or I swear I will twerk on your face everyday as your morning wake up call." He says with a cheeky smile, body all sweaty from .

"Papà, per favore non comportarti come se avessi qualcosa con cui twerkare per cominciare." (Pa, please don't act like you have something to twerk with to begin with) She rolls her eyes grunting a little from the treadmill.

"Lulu!" Harry's jaw slacks while River's eyes snap open to let a small smile dance on his lips while Dee just cackles loudly, covering his mouth instantly. "Baby, is "my ass is bigger than yours" a good comeback to my 11 year old child?" He whispers to you.

~

7:00

Still in your sweaty workout clothes, you were stood at the counter while Harry and the three big kids got themselves ready.

"Mummy, you wanna hear about a little song I made about Astrid's dead parrot?" She asks you with her sat in the counter and eating the remains of their bento boxes you were making for their lunches.

"Of course." you smile as she clapped her hands and big apple cheeks and dimples present. She jumps down the counter and places her Ellie the Elephant that was hand me down by Lulu and got ready to do her dance and song. "Aw Lia."

She clears her throat, eyes all shiny before she starts singing the song. "RIP that parrot aye. RIP that parrot aye--"

"Oh wow! Where did you get that baby?" you felt tears at the back of your eyes. No, you weren't gonna laugh on your god forsaken child's performance. Stop it, Y/N.

"Didi (Dionne) told me that song was vintage so I wanted to make it a little modern." she says confidently.

"Ma, she's joking with you. We know its "RIP that pu--"

"¡Ni siquiera hables! ¡Dionne te matará!" (Don't even speak! Dionne will kill you!) Athalia immediately springs up from her seat and covers her twins' mouth.

"Va te faire foutre." (kiss my ass) Astrid rolls his eyes and scrolls through his vinyl collection to play something.

"Dovevi parlare in spagnolo, scemo--" (You were supposed to speak in spanish, dummy. ) She whisper shouts while Astrid only shrugs and plays the song.

"This one is for the boys with the booming system—"

"Questa è la terza volta che suoni quella dannata canzone, Astrid. Giro. Esso. Spento." (This is the third time you played the damn song, Astrid. Turn. It. Off.) River storms down the stairs with a towel on his hips, and scolds his younger brother with a stern tone.

Astrid only hums, strumming the first chord of his bass guitar.

River only huffs, grabbing Holiday and storming back to his room. He's definitely going to write Astrid in his burn book. Meanwhile, Dionne was dancing to the song and perfectly rapping every line.

+ , +

~

"River, farò tardi! Puoi svegliarti?! Gesù Cristo, ho un test di chimica oggi!" (River, I'm gonna be late! Can you wake up?! Jesus Christ I have a chemistry test today!" Dionne shakes his brother frantically.

Dionne grunted in frustation. Who takes a bath then goes back to bed without putting his clothes back on, at a school morning?! Oh, he was frustrated. He absolutely hated being late, it makes him feel anxious.

"I'm tired and it's winter." River groans out and rolls out of bed with no clothing on.

"Non ho bisogno di vedere il tuo cazzo, ora andiamo." (I don't need to see your dick, now let's go.) You can only imagine the first time Dionne saw his brother naked.

"Sembri mamma, Dee plus t's liberating." (You're sounding like mama, Dee.) River cheekily smirks. Buttoning his button up, and fixing the sleeves of his sweater he sighed.

He just wanted to sleep for fucks sake. He absolutely hated that Dionne was always so uptight. River was never really one to take anything seriously, and just wanted to do whatever made him happy.

Dionne didn't exactly agree with his brother. He wanted everything to be perfect, he depended his value as a person on his grades and praise. He never really cared about his happiness, he just wanted to be the best at everything.

"You're so annoying." Dionne only huffs, trudging down the stairs to prepare the cupcakes he made. It was Freya's birthday today. She was the prettiest girl in school—well for him she is. She is one of the ballet dancers in school, she is Uncle Zayn's second daughter. The first time he saw her, he was so fascinated with the way she twirled around in her pink tutu.

River always said that if you feel like you and that person are the only person in the room, even though you're not then they're the one. Dionne absolutely felt that but romance wasn't really his specialty, it was more of River's. And he always envied that.

"These looks dannatamente delizioso." River grabs one of the cupcakes, unwrapping it and chewing it. "Non così inutile dopotutto, no? You should be a baker." (Not so useless afterall, no?)

"River! No! Give it back!" Dionne seethes angrily at the taller frame.

"It's all gone, see?" He shows the wrapper.

"You're such a dick! I made th-those last night!" He swallows down his tears. He just wanted to please Freya.

"What's wrong?" River's playful glint in his eyes now disappeared and was changed with worry. Yes, he liked to tease people— it was his love language. But he knows when he goes too far.

"Nothing. I hate you so much." He pushes the glasses back to the bridge of his nose and storms out of the living room with one of the cupcakes missing in the box.

"Ugh River? You stole a cupcake from Dee and didn't get me one too?" Astrid groans, punching his older brother's bicep.

River had to control the urge to flipping his brother out and got in his Lamborghini  that he got from his dad's collection after Co writing 3 books as well as writing songs with artists like his auntie Taylor at only 15.

The two never had one hour of peace without fighting. So it wasn't a surprise when Dionne was at the verge of strangling his brother just because who the fuck plays All Too Well at 7 in the morning?

~

"We're going now H!" You call out to Harry as he only hums already in his gym shorts with a pink apron with "World's Best Housewife husband" that the kids bought for him during Christmas, tied around his naked chest.

"Bye! I'll pick you up later, yes?" He looks up from shaking his bum while e was picking up Holiday's poop as The Princess and The Pauper— aka his favorite movie ever, played at the TV.

"Mhm, don't make Liam mad today please." You tease knowing that it was impossible for him.

"Ha ha very funny." He sarcastically says throwing the bird at you.

"Bye!" You shout about to close the door.

"You forgot something!" He calls back, now standing up and walking towards the garage door.

"Hm? What?" You ask looking through your bag.

"Um my kiss? Duh?" He rolls his eyes with a scrunch of his nose.

You shake your head at him but still pressing your lips on his. He caught your bottom lip with his teeth licking it smugly when he saw your cheeks heat.

Yep, he's still got it.

"And tell me you love me." He whispers watching as your lip bounces back to it's rightful place. You look like a fucking a dream.

"I love you, H." you smile laughing a little knowing that he would be sending you the bouquet he always picks out at the garden with a letter of how much he loves you later at work.

"And I love you so very much, my baby." He nuzzles his face into your cheekbone.

"Pa! Astrid just bit me!" You hear Athalia whine.

You groan, "Astrid!"

"She has an annoying face, I can't help it." He only shrugs leaning back on his seat. He loved getting on people's nerves.

"We have the same face!"

"The reason why ma and pa can tell us apart is because obviously I'm the prettier one." Pretty. That was the only description that their parents called them. Never handsome just pretty.

"Ma! Black tights or white?" Lovella storms down the stairs with the two clothing items in her hands.

"God help me." You groan bumping your head at Harry's shoulder.