#i love my mom for defending me like dat

[kxmikomrade]

tw: vent, swearing, 'kys'

im changing my prns again, im so fucking tired of feeling this in MY OWN skin

he should kill himself tbh

im so tired

talking abt father dearest btw, if i EVER mention a 'toad/frog' its him, he doesnt deserve to be called my father no fucking way. i'd rather drop dead

[miguelswifey04]

Miguel playing with him and readers 2 year old son and every time he’s hugging reader their son goes “no dats my mama” and him and Miguel have a little argument going back and forth saying “no that’s my mama” so like reader is bringing their son to the spider society to see Miguel and give him his lunch and Miguel’s in the middle of a meeting or something and he hugs reader and their son starts screaming “no dats my mama!!!”

omg this is so adorable ☹️🫶🏽

miguel o’hara x single mom! reader (fluff)

you had brought miguel lunch as you brought your 2 year old son to HQ to see miguel. now, miguel and your small son are caught in a delightful argument. every time miguel wrapped his arms around you, your son, would protest his love for his mom.

miguel found himself playfully caught in a delightful argument with his and your two-year-old son. every time he wrapped his arms around you, your son would protest, claiming his ownership of his beloved mother. in the midst of their playful rivalry, you decided to bring your son to the spider society to visit miguel. with a lunchbox in hand, you entered the meeting room, where miguel was deeply engaged in discussions with the other members.

as you approached, a warm smile graced miguel’s face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. unable to resist the impulse to embrace you, he leaned in for a hug, fully expecting your son's precious protest. “hello, my love. i’ve missed you. do you have lunch for me?" before you could reply, your son's voice pierced the air, filled with determination.

“no dats my mama! you no hug her, daddy! my mama!" miguel raised an eyebrow, his playful nature instantly engaged as he responded cheekily. "oh, little one, i believe you are mistaken. your mama is my mama too. just giving her a little love!" your son crossed his arms and scrunched up his face, determined to assert his claim. “no! she’s my mama! you find your own!"

miguel playfully gasped, pretending to be shocked by his son's remark. “oh, how can i find my own when the best mama is right here? i love her too much to find someone else!" your son's protests continued, giggles laced within his words as he defended his territory. “no, no, daddy! you no hug mama! only me! my mama!" the room erupted with laughter as miguel and their son playfully bantered back and forth. you couldn't help but smile, finding immeasurable joy in seeing the bond between the two most important people in your life.

finally, miguel swooped your son up into his arms, pretending to surrender defeat. "alright, alright, little champ. mama is all yours! i may have lost this round, but don't worry, i’ll always have enough love for both of you." your son giggled triumphantly, satisfied that his boundary had been reinforced. you joined the hug, wrapping your arms around both of them, reveling in the love that surrounded your little family.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @meeom

[dear-ao3]

do you have any geraskier fic recs?

i in fact do. courtesy of myself and discord:

harrier by @agoodgoddamnshot: E, 31k, complete. jaskier is a witcher who meets geralt on the path, sexy times ensue.

a twist in time: E, 14k, complete. jaskier does not meet geralt in posada when he is supposed to. (mind the tags)

a full blown case of what is known by @crushcandles: E, 11k, complete. the relationship jaskier had over the winter affects his one with geralt. pining.

i will not kiss you by @a-kind-of-merry-war: E, 22k, complete. geralt gets cursed, he can't touch anyone.

the fear of falling apart by @storm-and-starlight: T, 10k, complete. jaskier is a selkie who pines for the ocean.

leaves by @all-hail-the-witcher: G, 2k, complete. geralt and jaskier separate early for the winter. geralt presses leaves to give him in the fall.

silver and steel: E, 78k (series), wip. jaskier’s father father tries to ruin his life by assigning a mysterious cassiline to guard him but the real mystery is why they aren't fucking yet

the god of scraped knees by @andthepeople: M, 8k, complete. jaskier used to be a sorcerer, but he doesn't want to remember what it feels like anymore. 

the courting season: M, 47k, complete. geralt realizes that he is in love with jaskier one winter and he and his brothers research how to court a minor noble, however, jaskier is romantically clueless.

homo homini lupus est (man is wolf to man) by @inexplicifics: T, 7k, complete. more than a year after the dragon hunt, geralt needs rescuing and jaskier might be the only person who can manage it.

the accidental warlord and his pack by @inexplicifics: E, 342k (series), wip. jaskiers family gives him to the white wolf, the warlord of the north. but it is not what jaskier was expecting. 

an exaltation of wolves by @round--robin: E, 124k (series), complete. jaskier comes to kaer morhen and discovers that the other wolves are just as prickly and just as deserving of love as geralt. 

heart exhange by @jaskiersvalley: E, 78k, complete. geralt meets jaskier and he is so different than any other dom he's met before that he decides to push the limits (mind the tags)

lock & key: E, 9k, complete. jaskier suggests a chastity device to make himself a worthy travel companion and gives geralt the key.

julian by @vands38: E, 22k, complete. jaskier is a child prodigy burnout, geralt is a ballet dancer who has had a career altering accident, geralt sees a potential dance partner in jaskier, jaskier wants to get laid.

a horny bard and a confused witcher by @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde: M, 1.1k (series) wip. jaskier uses every single sexual tension inducing phrase and situation he can think of, but geralt just doesn't get it.

fuck indeed by @jaskierswolf: E, 8.7k, complete. jaskier starts an onlyfans account.

mom hugs and ice cream by @avengeful-bunny: T, 2.5k, complete. geralt gets dragged to a pride parade by his brothers, while there he comes across a woman giving out free mom hugs and meets jaskier.

cast a spell for your demon by @kueble: E, 11k (series), wip. geralt is a demon, jaskier travels with him.

time to wonder, do i dare? by @norationalthoughtrequired : M, 28k, complete. geralt owns a bookshop and allows jaskier to play outside. along the way they fall in love.

i dont like most people by @softdarlingjaskier: T, 2k, complete. geralt comes back from a bath upset, jaskier tries to make him feel better. softness ensues.

next to you by @lankygeralt: E, 42k, complete. jaskier is in college and falls in love with his best friend, ciris, dad. 

incubus jaskier by @dat-carovieh: E, 12k (series), wip. jaskier is an incubus who needs sexual energy to survive.

i try so loud to love you. you cannot seem to hear. by @dat-carovieh: E, 18k, complete. jaskier is not shy about his love for geralt, but geralt denys having feelings. pining ensues.

in this realm of blood and sin by @feedingmyinsomnia: E, 24k, complete. an angsty fix it where jaskier makes bad life choices and geralt tries to fix the mess he made. (mind the warnings)

the kink club au by @feedingmyinsomnia: E, 48k (series), wip. a series of one shots (nsfw and sfw) for the geraskier kink club modern au.

may the blood freeze in my veins (let me rot within my grave) by @feedingmyinsomnia: M, 5.4k, complete. geralt gets a contract in lettenhove and meets jaskier, but the contract is causing him trouble.

there's a harshness in your voice and a softness in your hands by @damatris: T, 2.6k, complete. jaskier gets hurt trying to defend geralt.

in your arms (i feel loved) by @damatris: T, 2.8k, complete. five times jaskier hugged geralt and one time geralt hugged jaskier.

the fae went down to touissant by @professorjaskier: G, 5k, complete. a fae claims that she can play the lute better than jaskier can. a devil went down to georgia au.

im only human after all by @ghostinthelibrarywrites: M, 87k, complete. geralt is a vigilante by night and a reporter by day. jaskier is his ex and obsessed with the witcher, geralts vigilante alter ego. but when geralt is blackmailed, jaskier gets involved. 

soulmates by @officerjennie: T, 6k, complete. geralt is on a self loathing streak and jasper is not taking any of his shit. (see warnings)

fingertips by @dapandapod: G, 1k, complete. jaskier is too stressed to sleep and geralt wants to help.

hollow by @dapandapod: M, 9k, complete. jaskier loses his memory of geralt, geralt tries to let him go but they get pulled back to each other.

fair by @comfyswitcherblanketfort: G, 1.5k, complete. geralt and jaskier are in love, decades of mutual pining and accidental love confessions ensue. based on fair by the amazing devil.

sweater weather by @wherethewordsare: E, 4.6k, complete. geralt leaves his hoodie at jaskiers and that's the last push they need to get together.

you're only brave in the moonlight (stay till sunrise) by @yoursummerfrost: E, 29k, complete. jaskier falls in love with his college roommate. a slow burn.

a warm reunion after a cold winter by @elliestormfound: T, 1.2k, complete. geralt and jaskiers first hug after the winter lasted a little longer than usual.

rugby geralt au by @reallooney: T, 68k (series), wip. geralt is captain of the rugby team, jaskier is a music student. they are together, but during one spring semester geralt befalls a series of unfortunate luck, the following fall, the same happens to jaskier. or: the boys take care of each other and its very soft.

i was burning up with fever ( i didnt care how long i lived): G, 4k, complete. jaskier has the flu. geralt, lambert and eskel (mistakenly) think that he's dying.

say yes to the dress au by @all-hail-the-witcher: T, 2k (series), wip. jaskier is a bridal consultant (or randy with the personality of david emmanuel) at kleinfelds. geralt is the mysterious dress designer that rarely makes public appearances. 

[ye4gerismarchives]

bertholdt, connie, eren, + jean w/ a black reader

pairings: b. hoover x black!reader, c. springer x black!reader, e. yeager x black!reader, j. kirstein x black reader

an: ok so it’s been back and worth with me and this account but i swear ima be serious this time. i have a taglist if y’all ever wanna keep up with me!

b. hoover

- bertholdt would prolly be really chill with the idea of being in a interracial relationship (girl bye bertie is literally afro latino 🙄)

- bertie would literally just vibe with you and celebrate your culture in an appropriate way.

- although he’s perceived as timid, bertholdt shocks a lot of people when he starts defending you. reiner had accidentally put something you didn’t like in your food and bertholdt just started going off on him.

- you can trust bertholdt with making beauty supply runs for you.

“Hey babe, I got the oil you wanted and there’s like extra things I picked up for you as well.”

- and it’s like a lip liner and a new bonnet😭

c. springer

- i’m not even joking, connie is afro latino. like i’m being fr. so like you have nothing to worry about 😭

- you vibe so well with his parents- they love you so much!

- connie is an awesome cook. he be making some boom dinner. it’s always fun cooking with him.

- i feel like you and connie would be the “gossiping type” of couple but like y’all don’t gossip. you’re the couple that hangs out in the corner and whisper ‘sweet’ nothings to eachother and people watch y’all and think you’re talking smack.

“after this, let’s go to an iHop of something. their pancakes are better than the crap here.”

e. yeager

- a whole roller coaster with this one

- getting with eren was kind of hard because everyone knows him. so when they saw you with him for the first time, a lot of people weren’t happy and weren’t too kind with their words.

- esp eren’s dad. his birth mom vibes with you but dr. yeager could put holes in the back of your neck if he wanted. he and eren don’t talk anymore because eren can tell right from wrong. he doesn’t want you to deal with his dad’s slick and some times microagressive comments.

- i feel like he asks random questions about your lifestyle.

“why do you wear a hat to sleep?”

“it’s a bonnet and it keeps my hair safe as i sleep.”

“why wouldn’t hair be safe without it…?”

j. kirstein

- jean is like obsessed with you but not in like a weird way. like he’ll do everything for you. he’ll open the car door for you, push your chair in, give you massages, all dat 😭

- he likes to draw and paint you a lot. you’re always amazed by his work. you’re literally his muse

- jean literally cannot dance 😕 you’re so embarrassed by him but that don’t mean you won’t help him out. you started off by teaching him cookout/party dances because there was no way he was gonna embarrass you

- you always feel bad for jean’s mom because ever since y’all started dating, he refuses to take food from her. i love mrs. kirstein but…😕 anyways, your food slaps 😋

[apenapaperandadoofus]

RFA PLAYS AMONG US HCS

YES I LOVE THIS

And imma add the minor trio and Rika too!

RFA+minor trio+Rika playing among us:

Zen:

As crewmate: he’s pretty chill, his avatar is the white one with a halo (because he has an angelic face), his name is Zen with a little heart and he sticks with you and Jaehee most of the time. He does some of his tasks, to prove he’s innocent and then he’ll follow you and Jaehee around to sort of “protect” you. When an emergency meeting is called he is the one in the groups that talks and tries to find out who’s the impostor, along with some other people. He will say that you and Jaehee are innocent and he’ll defend you :)

As impostor: he gets caught immediately because he always kills Jumin first and then when an emergency meeting is called he’ll say “I’m sure he deserved it” or he’s just laughing evilly in the background. He will kill everyone except you and Jaehee! Another way of finding out if it’s him is that he will also kill whoever killed him last round just to get some revenge pft. But the more you all play, the better he gets and soon enough he’s fooling everyone around him (I mean he’s an actor, he can lie) so Zen is pretty good at being the impostor (but he doesn’t kill you or Jaehee so that’s another way of finding out it’s him lmao)

Yoosung:

As crewmate: He plays with the light green avatar, and he didn’t really have like an accessory until Seven hacked into his server and made Yoosung’s avatar wear the post it note that says ‘I’m dumb’ or something like that lmao (he also changes Yoosung’s name to baby Yoosung or something like that which makes Yoosung so freaking angry pft.) Anyway, since LOLOL is something that requires teamwork, he’s pretty good at it! He’s always doing his tasks and sticks to you or Seven. He is the one that gets killed first tho, on A L L O F T H E R O U N D S which makes him shout and scream (sometimes he will rage quit while Seven is just laughing his ass off.) Also if he isn’t killed by the impostor then he’s voted off pretty early lmao

As impostor: he’s an angry chihuahua out for vengeance. He normally gets caught in the 2-3 round. Also. He kills V first so thats how you know. He will literally just kill V and then he won’t do anything else, his purpose is complete (he might kill Seven if he feels like it tho.) its pretty easy to know when he’s the impostor lmao. Also he doesn’t know how to really lie and you can catch him pretty easily.

Jaehee:

As crewmate: she is so freaking perfect holy shit. She gets her tasks done super quick, and she’s the one that can actually guess correctly about who the impostor is. Her avatar is the orange one, and she doesn’t really have any accessories, her name is simply Jaehee. When she’s crewmate she’s super cooperative, and she’s just, the perfect player. She loves trying to figure out who the impostor is, and she’s the one that actually uses evidence to get someone voted off.

As impostor: dude. SHES PERFECT TOO PFT. She is literally one of the best impostors. No one is able to suspect it’s her, and she managed to get the group to vote off someone without seeming too suspicious. She also may or may not sometimes kill Jumin first, it mayyybe makes her a bit happy lmao. She will leave MC for last though, and she will follow MC all around the ship. She doesn’t usually kill a lot though, she mostly sabotages the ship and that’s how she wins.

Jumin:

As crewmate: MY BEAUTIFUL BABY AHHH.

So, his avatar is purple, and he has The cat head hat as his accessory. Seven hacked so his name would be Cat Mom. Alright so our baby actually gets killed first lol. If Yoosung doesn’t get killed, then it’s him. He also finishes his tasks quickly (once he learns how to really play, it does take him a while and he will need your help.) When he isn’t killed he’s also really good at finding out who the impostor is, using facts and logic. He’s a genius my babyyyy. I love him pft. Anyway, Jumin is really really good at finding the impostor which is why they also always kill him lmao. He will stick close to you no matter what.

As impostor: listen. The first time he played and got impostor, he immediately said in the chat: MC can you explain this to me? I can’t do the tasks, and it only lets me ‘vent’ and ‘sabotage’. Do you know what this means? Also why is my name in red?”

He shortest round ever lmao. But then, he’s super good,once he gets the hang of it. The only people he refuses killing is you and V. He’s super good at lying, no one can tell it’s him because he’s perfect at defending himself. Jumin kills and sabotages, he usually does a bit of both. If he has to kill someone like you or V,he will immediately apologize in the chat, and apologize for everyone he balmed or killed too lmao. But it’s so cute. Also Seven taught him that whenever a game finishes he has to say ‘gg ez’ and now he won’t stop saying it. ‘Mr. Han, we managed to sign the contract with Mr. Kim.’ Gg ez. He leaves the chatroom, he signs off with gg ez. ‘Jumin would you like your pancakes with sugar?’ Yes love, thank you. Gg ez. It won’t. Stop.

Saeyoung:

As crewmate: boi. This guy is just super chaotic. He will act like he’s the impostor to scare everyone. He will be following you to make you uneasy. He doesn’t really do the tasks, and mostly focuses on teasing Yoosung or Jumin. He’s also the reason Yoosung gets voted off pretty early lmao. He’ll call an emergency meeting the first 5 seconds of the game and say he just missed you all, and wanted to see your faces pft. Still, when he gets his head in the game (ooo get dat reference??) he’s super good. Sometimes he will play seriously, but it’s like, a 1/100 chance lol. His avatar is the red one, and his accessories will change every single round.

As impostor: He’s still chaotic lmao. As for his name...it’s green lmao. It’s mostly when he’s playing with other people though, but Jumin will always refer to everyone by their username, so he will say “I saw Green vent.” And then everyone will voye Yoosung lmao. He’s like CallmeKevin (his Among Us videos are amazing, rip to peepeepoopoo, 21, Big Chungus, and the rest.) Saeyoung is just a huge troll lmao. He will also kill in front of Yoosung and then proceed to say that Yoosung was the one who did it lol. Oh I really want to play with him lmao it’d be so fun to form a freaking alliance.

V:

As crewmate: he’s super cooperative. His avatar is the turquoise one, and his accessory is the snow crewmate (Seven hacked so V could have one pft.) V always does his tasks. He isn’t one to suspect people, and he’s always the one that reports the bodies. He believes that no one gets voted off unless you’re all 100% sure that the person is the impostor. V was the one that taught Jumin how to play and they mostly spend the whole game together. Also if someone kills him, he’ll be the one to apologize (LMAO I’m sorry, but it’s now a rule that V has to always apologize for something in my head canons, B U T you KNOW he would! This man will apologize for being born lmao -honey no please-)

As impostor: he will lowkey cry. Nah I’m joking lmao. He doesn’t kill everyone and mostly uses sabotage. He doesn’t really blame anyone either. He’s like...a pacifist impostor lol. He doesn’t like getting impostor that much, but he’s the one that gets it’s like three times in a row. There’s nothing else to say, because we all know that V ain’t doing shit as impostor lmao he’s a sweet baby that doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. He does sometimes kill accidentally, when someone suddenly appears close to him he will sometimes press the kill button (he always forgets it’s there) and ends up killing the person, then he’ll confess to everyone and apologize pft.

Saeran:

As crewmate/Impostor:

Ray: sweetest bean ever. Has the pink avatar and the little flower as accessory. He likes doing his tasks and will follow you around every where. He’s always super quick to blame Saeyoung though. As impostor he will always kill Saeyoung and V. He’s actually really good at lying, since he looks so sweet and innocent. He won’t kill you.

Suit: Black avatar, knife hat. He’s always suspicious. He won’t let anyone follow him. He doesn’t really do his tasks, and is not one to participate in the chat. He always laughs when someone gets killed. As impostor he always wins. He will kill everyone in a single round, no one really knows how he does it, but when he’s impostor the round is never long.

Unknown: he has the black avatar too, with the fedora cuz why not? He doesn’t really do his tasks, and mostly follows you around. Not to like, frighten you or anything, but he does like teasing you sometimes. He will not take part in the discussion most of the times, but sometimes he’ll just say: it’s zen... and BAM he’s right.

SE! Saeran: he has The pink avatar and the little crewmate pet. He likes doing tasks and walking around the ship. He also won’t really participate in discussions. He doesn’t really like getting impostor, and he will always win by sabotaging. It’s just...something about killing them (even though it’s a game) that makes him feel weird. Sometimes he will kill Saeyoung though, but it’s probs because he wants to get revenge for a prank or smth lmao.

GE! Saeran: he has either the pink or white avatar, with the flower hat or the snow crewmate. He always follows you around and is pretty good at doing tasks. He’s also a bit more active during discussions. When he’s impostor sometimes he will kill Saeyoung, but it’s in a more to tease his brother kind of way. He is pretty good at lying, but he will always tell you if he’s the impostor. He also won’t tell if you’re the impostor on a round too lmao,he’s just so cute and loyal.

Vanderwood:

As crewmate: first. How in the diddly darn fuck did you get him to play LMAOO. He got stuck with the a maid hat and dress that Seven made for him lol. He’s fine as a crewmate, and he is the one to vote people off mostly because of gut feeling. He can always catch Seven when he’s the impostor too lol, he’ll just call an emergency meeting five seconds into the game and type: ‘it’s seven’ and 80% of the time it is.

As impostor: the other 20% of the time he isn’t right about Seven is because Vanderwood is blaming him lmao. He’s a really sneaky impostor, he’s super good at using vents and great at killing people. He’s also one to win the rounds pretty quickly.

Rika:

As crewmate: she’s still sus lmao. Yoosung is always defending her though. Rika doesn’t really do her tasks, she doesn’t really do anything really. She follows you around, and will always say you’re innocent though. Her avatar is the yellow one with ram horns (don’t ask why, it’s the first thing that popped into my head lmao)

As impostor: ahhh she’s super good at manipulating and blaming others. She also frames V a lot lmao. She will kill everyone, no mercy at all. Saeran and Yoosung are always defending her, so she’s pretty good and hiding that she’s the impostor. During meetings she’ll stay quiet and mostly watch, but sometimes she will say something to stir the blame to someone, in such a...natural manner. She’ll just be perfect at shifting the blame without being suspicious. She’s really good at being impostor.

[hopetofantasy]

Culture, parallels & meta - S3 E2

Zaterdag 10:21

That’s character: In this scene, they’re again establishing some of Robbe’s insecurities. We already know from previous seasons that he often feels like the third wheel, keeps to himself, lets people walk all over him or apologizes a lot, so that they don’t hate him or abandon him (like his dad did). But this scene takes it even further: he doesn’t want to be a burden. Not with stuff like his friend’s party mess, so he cleans up as early and fast as he can. Not with taking food that doesn’t belong to him, so he chooses to not eat anything instead. 

Perfect parallel: Zoë mentioning “Especially the pasta” in this season, because Milan stole her pasta at the beginning of hers.

Surprise bitch, guess who? Milan’s one-nightstand appears to be ‘Georgy Chtchevaev’, a close friend of Jonathan Michiels (Viktor) and other cast members. Small, small world.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe’s expression at the end reveals how he longs for something like Milan has, but then realizes he might never have/want that. (Internalized homophobia is a bitch, y’all!)

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The guy pulls out strawberry yoghurt from ‘Colruyt’ out of an almost empty fridge along with a spoon, from the cutlery drawer. Robbe’s gaze keeps lingering a tad too long on the half naked boy in their kitchen.

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Zaterdag 14:43

C is for culture: 

“Hey, I’m working here” - Teens are allowed to get a student job, as long as they’re at least 15 years old and completed the first two years of high school. The rules around how often they may work, has changed a lot during the last decade. However, nowadays, they’re allowed to work at a lower social security tariff as long as they don’t go over 475 working hours per year. Otherwise, they’ll have to pay the normal amount or even taxes if they surpass a certain income limit.

“No, I was just shopping” - C&A (Clemens & August Brenninkmeijer) is a Dutch chain store of origin with approx. 1,500 stores in Europe. They mostly attract older generations, as their style is seen as a bit old-fashioned and classic. That’s why their popularity significantly dropped in recent years, causing closures in some cities. - A smart move of putting product placement in a youth tv series.

Perfect parallel: 

Robbe pulling a t-shirt off the rack to get Noor’s attention in this episode, him using the same tactic with a sweater in the last episode.

Noor sitting on a reluctant Robbe’s lap to kiss him here, Robbe happily straddling Sander to kiss and talk later on.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe again faking that he likes Noor’s sexual advances.

Lost in translation: Robbe’s mom texting him “Ziet ge mij niet graag?”, which could literally be interpreted as “Don’t you want to see me?”, but in this context it actually means “Don’t you love me anymore?”.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: In case you didn’t catch it, Robbe is making a double joke with the t-shirt - saying that Noor is sexy as well as repeating the song on the store radio. Jana’s look at a disheveled Noor reveals that she knew Robbe wasn’t just ‘trying something on’.

Bonus: This season uses a lot of mirrors to reflect Robbe’s emotions and inner turmoil. Even his relationships with Noor and Sander are mirrored within the season itself: he never liked what Noor did for him (waiting outside the school, making out in public, going next level) and he was amazed at Sander doing the same. Mirrors are the perfect way of showing how Robbe has two faces: his ‘straight’ public persona and his struggling inner ‘gay’ self.

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Zondag 19:59

That’s character: Zoë’s mom behavior is at full force here. When she spots her friends, roommates or boyfriend in difficult situations, she jumps to the opportunity to make them feel better. She instantly defends them, provides a shoulder to cry on, gives advice, feeds them when needed, tries to figure out what they’re feeling, ... Sometimes giving some tough loving too. Zoë just has that caring nature of her own. This probably stems from the fact that she missed out on parental figures and wants to feel needed as a compensation.

Perfect parallel:

Symbolism! Robbe walking away from his mom’s room in a cold-looking hallway, because he’s not comfortable (yet) with the situation. And him walking towards Sander’s room in a warmly lit hallway, since he’s at peace with what’s happening with his love.

Zoë asking Milan if he’s “Playing hard to get?” in this situation, Milan asking Robbe if his clothes say “Hard to get or playing hard to get?” later.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe analyses what Milan is doing with his partner, not really sure how to feel about it.

Nod to the OG: Zoë stating “The only thing you can do now is just be there for her and yes, that you have to wait”, sounds oddly familiar to the minute-for-minute speech by Sonja.

Funny coincidence: Milan making out heavily with his boy in front of Robbe and his salad, might look like a nod to the ‘Right in front of my salad’ meme.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Robbe’s other (thicker) coat is hanging on a hook in the hallway. Senne’s “If I had have known that, I would have tried harder” indicates that he probably had to retake a year in high school, because otherwise he’d been a student in uni earlier on. 

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Maandag 16:27

C is for culture: “Kwak en Boemel kwamen binnen” (= “Kwak and Boemel entered”) - Robbe is referring to two side characters in the Belgian comic books ‘Jommeke’, who are homeless, lowlife criminals. The main protagonist in the series is the 11-year-old boy ‘Jommeke’. He is clever, honest, brave, loves adventure and is recognizable by his distinct blonde bowl cut. It’s one of the best-selling strips in Flanders, besides ‘Suske and Wiske’. 

Perfect parallel: Jens’ first time suggesting toothpaste to jerk off happens here in S3, but he repeats it again during wtFOCKDOWN. 

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: The boys questioning why Robbe didn’t go all-the-way with Noor yet.

Lost in translation: Noor saying “Is dat een eik? Want ik zie veel eikels hier!” has completely lost its meaning when translated. ‘Eikels’ means ‘acorns’, which come from the ‘eik’ (= ‘oak tree’). But ‘eikels’ also means ‘assholes’. That’s why she’s pointing out the oak tree, to diss the boys that they’re actually ‘eikels’. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Again, the very subtle hint at the beginning that Sander was at the skatepark - checking Robbe out. Robbe pulls the middle finger at the boys hollering. His skateboard has a ‘World Industries’ sticker on it. 

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Dinsdag 14:56

Perfect parallel: 

Robbe arguing “A whole weekend on a trip with people you don’t know?” against Noor coming along in this episode, his flirty affirmative answer to Sander’s “Like a weekend trip with strangers, right?” in the next.

Amber and her match making skills again! First, she tried to set herself up with Senne in S1, then Jana and Zoë with Max in S2, now Luca with Aaron in S3. 

Lost in translation: “Ik denk niet dat ze daar goesting voor heeft” - ‘Goesting’ is a typical Flemish word for anything that has to do with desire, preference or willingness to do something in any context (work, food, activities, sex, ...). That’s why Aaron answers him with “I had a different impression on Friday”, taking the “I don’t think she has ‘goesting’” in a very sexual way.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: The real reason why he doesn’t want Noor to join the trip, is him not wanting to fake his attraction to her. Except Robbe isn’t willing to admit that to himself yet.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Luca has braces!

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Woensdag 12:21

Perfect parallel: Noor’s “And then you haven’t even seen the men yet” as a rebuttal to Moyo’s comments about art school girls in this episode, Robbe meeting the beautiful art boy Sander in the next. 

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe just doesn’t see the appeal in watching women dance, since he’s not attracted to them. But the guys don’t get why he says ‘no’ to the recital.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor is greeting Britt with a hug in the background. Moyo kisses the dance recital flyer right before going outside. 

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Donderdag 07:21

C is for culture: Robbe is making a sandwich with choco spread and speculaas cookies. ‘Speculaas’ (’Biscoff' in English) is a spiced shortcrust biscuit with origins in the Netherlands and Belgium. It’s typically baked for the ‘Sinterklaas’ and Christmas celebrations. Though, it can be eaten as a treat to accompany coffee, thee or ice-cream as well. 

Perfect parallel: 

Zoë saying “I think you’re not used to eating healthy” earlier this episode and Robbe making sweet sandwich at the breakfast table, confirming her statement here.

Milan taking revenge for Zoë on a sleeping Senne in this episode, him helping Robbe prank Moyo for being homophobic in a later one. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Milan’s breakfast is a banana. Senne pulling Zoë into their bed, without her spilling the coffee in her hand.

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Vrijdag 18:02

Perfect parallel: Luca dissing Moyo’s sexist statements with “Do you actually have a girlfriend? ... I understand why” earlier, her saying “Moyo, then you better take a good look at it, because it will be the last time you’ll see that room” here.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë and Jana hugging each other outside. Luca giving Moyo a clear wink after dissing him. Robbe didn’t expect Noor to sleep with him in the bunkbed, as his face falls when she says she will.

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Vrijdag 22:04

C is for culture: "It isn’t because he isn’t here...” - The reason that Senne couldn’t join their trip to the seaside, is that he doesn’t have a fall break. Universities usually start their school year a week later than university colleges, so they’re the only ones who don’t have a vacation at the end of October.

Perfect parallel: Robbe looking at drunk Noor with a sad expression of “Why can’t I just love this girl?” in this episode, him looking at a sleepy Sander with a face filled with love in the last episode.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe trying to pry Noor’s hands away from his body.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Senne responds with “#metoo” as a joke, referencing the movement and him missing Zoë. Her face freezes for a few seconds to indicate that she is indeed jealous. Robbe’s little wink at Luca. 

[ambitionsource]

APPRECIATION DAY for Asher Garcia - The Creative Team’s Take

For each appreciation day, the creative team of AMBITION chimed in to share what they love most about the character. Then we’ll share a couple of the memes that are common in our group chat centering on this character. :)

“What I love most about Asher Lupe Garcia is his feral nature and how his emotions drive his logic, Asher lets himself feel what he feels, he's a sensitive guy. But his sensitive side is no hindrance for his feral instincts, he's ready to fight 24/7, especially when he's defending the people he loves. His dedication and attention to detail goes way further than set design, he manages to see hidden depths in people who are often overlooked by others. I'm so excited for him to keep discovering himself in S3 and beyond.” –Natalia, beta

“Dat Ashhhh lmao jk idk what that was I don’t call him that. The other half of the show’s healthiest relationship. I think Asher is actually someone I relate with a lot more than I realize bc of his sensitivity, loyalty to his friends, and anxiety lmao. Like I said for Dyl, I’m so happy he’s a regular this season :)” –Divine, beta

“Asher, the king of my heart! I love my over-anxious little bird bones so much. ❤ I am so excited for everyone to see what's in store for him this season -- it’s some of the most incredible arc we've gotten to see from him yet, and I can't wait for y'all to see it! Happy Asher Day, Asher Nation; all of you are as iconic as your namesake. ❤” –Katie, co-producer

"What I love most about Asher is that he’s both relatable and someone to aspire to be like. He has strong morals and sticks by them, he knows what he wants in life and works hard to get it, and he’s been in a committed relationship since like... 14. But he’s anxious, too much of a perfectionist, and is prepared to kill a bitch (cough Maya cough) if it comes to it. He’s someone I would genuinely want to be friends with in real life, and I love seeing him be an amazing friend to those around him. Can’t wait to delve into who he is and what makes him tick even more in S3!!” –Esther, co-creator

“Asher Lupe Garcia, bird bones! It’s no secret how much I love this neurotic, compassionate, slightly feral twink. Much like his other half, Asher was never intended to become as crucial to the story of AMBITION as he has, but that ascension was incredibly organic. He actually was more instrumental in Dasher’s rise to regulars at first, as it was his driving love for Lucas and need to stand up to him in fact to protect him (and Dylan) that become the core of that major S2 arc. He definitely encapsulates a lot of my own life experience in that narrative arc, being the best friend who gets accused of being perfect and not getting it and having everything easy (and that definitely not being true), but still has to make the tough choices in keeping the people you love from going off the deep end (at, admittedly, a much too young age to be making those type of choices). Then, of course, there’s the other ways he incidentally reflects pieces of my nature -- his obsessive mind, his attention to detail and wanting everything to be as good as it could possibly be, the effort he puts into taking care of his friends (being the “mom” friend). However, for all the ways he takes after me, there’s an equal quality that is nothing like me, like his great hair, how fastidious he is about his appearance, and of course, having a Dylan Orlando to spend the rest of his life with. Asher and Dylan are two characters that expand in my mind far past AAA alone, and they’ve already inspired so many other projects and ideas that they’re essentially my muses at this point. So there will always be a deep, deep love for Asher and his feral, finicky, sensitive bird bones. ♥” –Maggie, co-creator

And now, a couple of our favorite memes:

[grilledkatniss]

Cheating

I’m cheating death by a thousand paper cuts (*insert Taylor Swift/blonde girl emoji and a music emoji here*) and Inktober’s rules cause fuck rules! I wish St Trinians was a real school cause since I’m a defender of anarchy I’d fit right in (*insert St. Trinians chant here*). Sorry, not sorry. This first one is from my DeviantArt archive. It’s in pencil, sue me.

Prompt for day 16: WILD

This is Ygritte, the Wildling, from a few years ago when I was still active in DeviantArt. I thought I’d remake this one but I just love the shadowing work I used to be able to do and I’d hate to waste my time solely to ruining this drawing I was once so proud of so feast your eyes on DAT PENCIL SHADOWED ASS

Prompt for day 17: ORNAMENT

These are the kids from Raising Dion -Sassy pantsy Esperanza and Super Dion himself- and Nicole just watching over the new decoration process with a glass of cyder(?) in hand. That thing that looks like a googly-eyed angry bird is mistletoe. I’m to lazy to draw feet right now.

I’ll see if I can get to today’s prompt now. I’m keeping an eye out for a spider that went into my mom’s study and she’s so freaked out by it it’s keeping her out of bed. So while I wait for it to come out so I can drop a piano on it I’ll try to doodle something 

[davenettis]

Outbreak

(((((((Spoilers, I'm sure.)))))))

Oh. Here comes the Vixens. Hot hot hot.

Kevin and Moose, meh.

POISON????

That's right, girl. Play into their shit.

SOME MERCH? She fucking has MERCH ?!

OOOOOOH. She so sassy. "open the damn gate"

AW. CHONI. BABIES ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

AH "TT" I LOVE IT. OMG COO COO BANANAS. DEGRASSI?? MANNY IS THAT YOU????

Oooooooh. Hermione. Get HIM.

Reggie is just 😍 his lil pout ok.

A... ..a fly in their ointment???

HA. ROOSTER TOP. how dare

Listen, I need context on how Gladys came to ship Jarchie

Aw. So proud of her. 😭😭😭 LUGNUT? HAHAHAHA IS THAT HIM NAME

"Betty, you look terrible" "thanks, mom" lmao where is the love?

"All of them?" (except Cheryl Bombshell bc Queen 👑)

I can't stand Betty hahahahaah I WAS HIS NEW FAVE .

Betty is SO worthy. Bye, Ethel.

No one heard her screaming??

.....how are they gonna shut down the school? Like ...does Riverdale just ...not care if there's no school for their kids to go to or what?

Why couldn't Penelope have died? Bc I can't with her.

Die, Hiram. Fuck right off.

FACT.

Damn, Ronnie. Call him O U T

HE BROUGHT UP THE GARGOYLE KING . We don't talk about dat.

HAHAHAHAH JB, GET AWAY FROM ARCHIE. HE'S A TRAP.

"how involved with this are you?" HELLA.

Hahaahah that wench.

W O O O O O O O O W. Gladys is cancelled until further notice.

HAAAAY PENNY. THOUGHT WE'D SEE YOU SOON.

JELLYBEAN, DEFEND YOUR MAN.

Oh my god. Savage.

YASSSSS, GLADYS. (Further notice: uncancelled for now)

All of these adults need to go to a psych ward, seriously.

YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS AT THE FARM SO YOU GUYS WERE JUST GONNA LEAVE HER THERE?!?!?!

My vixens have fallen, MY TT HAS FALLEN

shoooot. If he doesn't have to babysit Archie, he's going back to his bae.

SOQM started the game? What ?

IS SHE USING SYRUP AS A TORTURE METHOD? HAHAHAHAHA

Ew. Pls don't lick your lips like that ever again, Penelope.

FREDDIE, MY LOVE. MY LIFE. MY WHOLE HEART.

OMG DADDY FP. MY LOOOOOVEE. MY LIFEEEEEE.

Stop, HE IS TEARING UP AND I CANNOT.

can I get a dad 💀 Savage ass.

#gladyskilledpenny #rotbih

AW. HUG IT OUT, GUYS.

Gotdamn. Yes, Cheryl. To war, we go.

Love it. Love it. Love it.

ARCHIE, PLS TAKE DADDY FRED WITH YOU 😭😭😭😭😭 HE LOOKS SO SAD.

OH MY GOD. STOP YA GONNA MAKE ME CRY. XIFNEKFKEIJEEJ VEGAS.

"honestly, I just don't wanna take care of this fuck ass dog anymore ok, he's supposed to be your dog"

*finger snapz*

Listen, I was trying to like Hermione, but I'm done with her.

Fuck off, Alice. Fuck right offfffffff.

Oh. Whoa. Ok we don't want back into Riverdale that bad.

holy shit. SABRINA WASN'T EVEN THIS INSANE AND THERE ARE WITCHES AND SHIT OK

[statsvitenskap]

All But Six- Chapter 1

Whoo! Took me a week to get this ready to post, but whatever. Anyways, the story of Iris and her friends is finally beginning!

I, Iris Elizabeth Blackwell, never was the type to go on adventures or anything of that kind, really. I’d already survived the “killers” as our generations called them, A.K.A. 4th through 8th grade; then, the first three years of high school. Even now, as a senior, I was called the “safe kid” or “teacher’s pet.” In fact, the most risky thing I ever did was dye the tips of my hair purple, and that wasn’t even that bad.

So why was it exactly that I decided to walk into that obviously dangerous, extremely frightening, up-to-no-good portal of my own accord? Not that I regret it, of course, but I may as well have jumped off a 100-foot ravine into a tiny stream filled with man-eating piranhas.

You see, it all started with a group text and the bottom level of a bunk bed.

Ping! The sound of a new text message echoed through the room I was sharing with my cousin, Andrea.

Andrea was a beautiful, popular 21-year-old brat. She was known across her university as Miss University Of Georgia, and took pride in it, too. The only reason we were sharing a bunk bed was because her family was visiting, and personally, I hated it. The brat had told me (or rather, ordered me) to sleep on the bottom of the bunk bed, for “reasons.” I knew better. Andrea knew that I would wake up at even the slightest sound, which meant-

THUNK!

“Ow!”

I let out a long string of curse words and rubbed my now aching forehead. “Stupid jerk Andrea…” Rubbing my drowsy eyes, I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of my bed, grabbed my phone, and turned it on, finding something I didn’t expect.

G-Note Grace: one group message

I rolled my eyes at nothing. Of course, I thought. Who else would text me at- I glanced at the clock- 4:00 in the morning?

Grace Kate Polinsky had been my best friend since 1st grade. You rarely saw the two of us not together, talking about bands or art or music or- well, you get the point. When we were apart, we’d usually just text each other about random things until we got bored. However, tonight’s text was much different.

G-Note Grace: Anyone else awake?

I squinted at the words. “Anyone else awake?” What was that supposed to mean? Grace knew that if she texted me, I’d obviously wake up because of the sound, and if I didn’t, then my phone was on silent, meaning not to text me anymore. She wouldn’t ever text me that. Slowly, other replies became popping up on screen.

Dat Boi Troye: yep

Troye McConnell- another friend of mine. Though he was one year older than me, he was a total maniac. You know that friend who always just acts weird and cheers you up, even if they didn’t mean to? That was Troye. Acquaintances since kindergarten, friends since 5th, he was, really and truly, the weirdest person I’d ever met.

TyTy: yo

Tyler Heath was also one of my close friends. We could talk about almost anything- from his nonexistent love life to the latest weird noise he loved to make. Like Troye, he was also extremely weird, but he was also supportive, helping me out through stressful times. Without him as support, my life would have been much more difficult.

Isaac: i’m here

Most of the people in our little group were total nerds, geeks, or fangirls; the same went for Issac O’Hagan. The only difference? He was the star football player of our school. Big and bulky, perfect for tackling. He’d been with us since 5th grade in Gifted and Talented and still was even during the AP classes of our senior year.

Dill Pickle: wtf what’d u wake me up for

And finally, Leo Chapmann, the only one in our group not in AP classes. Everyone called him Dillon, his middle name, with the exception of me; I called him anything from Dilly to Dill Pickle. He was prone to raging over the latest horror game. No, seriously, if you named any horror game, he’d probably played it.

I replied to the message: sup y’all

G-Note Grace: oh thank god everyone’s awake

Dat Boi Troye: wtf u talkin bout

Grace: no one in my house is waking up

TyTy: waiT WHAT

Dill Pickle: try CPR

Grace: they’re not dead

Isaac the “Chick Magnet”: check their pulse

Me: she said they’re not dead stupid

Isaac: >:(

Dillon: guys my mom’s not waking up

Dillon: it’s like she’s in a coma

Troye: my sister Joy (u guys know her, she’s in college) won’t wake up either

Tyler: just poured water on my sis, Brooke, as a nice wake-up call b4 college, but she

won’t wake up either

Tyler: it was very anticlimactic

Me: hold on let me try

I rushed out of bed, now wide awake. What was happening? Was everyone asleep except us? Or were we in a coma all together? Surely not! I ran downstairs to the kitchen, filled a cup of water, and ran back upstairs. Quickly, I reached up to the top level of the bunk bed and did my best to pour the water all over Andrea’s face.

No reaction.

Me: NOTHING

Grace: oh my god

Dillon: holy f

Me: don’t finish that

Dillon: udge on my sundae with sprinkles plz

Isaac: get serious

Dillon: ok

Troye: we need to meet up

Tyler: and EXPLORE

Troye: -_-

Grace: whose house is closest

Me: mine so get over here

Troye: i’m here

Me: HOW

Troye: skillz

Isaac: HEY WAIT FOR US

Dillon: omw

Grace: someone pick me up plz

Tyler: I gotchu

Me: see ya

I pulled on my favorite jacket and bolted outside, heart pumping. What had happened to everyone else? Was this sleep only limited to our families? Lost in thought, I grabbed my phone, lucky pen, and notebook and stuffed them in my purse. Flinging open the door, I yelled, “Troye!”

The boy a few feet in front of me turned around, his hazel eyes framed by black rectangular glasses and wavy brown hair.  He grinned.

“Hey, Iris.” He patted me on the head a few times like I had to him when we were younger.

“Stop that!” I hissed, swatting his hand away.

“Hey, you always did it to me!” He tried to defend himself, but I pouted.

“How’d you get here so fast?”

Troye rolled his eyes. “Duh. Figured you’d insist that we come to your house, like always.”

“How long will I have to be here with you?” I questioned, crossing my arms.

“A while, probably. Tyler’s picking up Grace, Dillon has to walk here because his car broke down last night, and Isaac- well, I don’t know what Isaac would be doing, but still…”

I rolled my eyes. “Weirdo.”

“I know. You’ve been calling me that for the past eight years.” He smiled (well, I couldn’t really call it a smile, more like a weird face) at me slyly, almost as if he knew something I didn’t.

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“No reason.” He turned away from me and together we took in the silence.  

“So,” I broke the silence after a minute or two. “What do you think has happened? You know, with the whole…”-I gestured around us- “…falling asleep thing?”

Troye glanced at me. “What are you asking me for?”

“Just answer the stupid question, baka(idiot).”

“Well,” he began, hands in pockets, no longer looking at me, “Like Dillon said, they’re probably in a coma. The only thing I keep wondering is why us?”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed. “Like, are we supposed to fight to our deaths like in The Hunger Games or defeat some huge enemy like in The Last Olympian or what?”

I looked away. “Well…” I trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say. Troye sounds different, but he probably misses his family, I thought. Should I comfort him or compliment his book references…?

As I thought about exactly what to say, Troye spotted a car approaching.

He ran towards it, shouting, “Hey Tyler! Grace!” When I heard him yell, I whipped my head around, snapped out of my thoughts.

The car came closer, and I could see the familiar silhouettes of my friends through the windshield. “Grace!” I yelled, and began sprinting towards the car, right on Troye’s tail. The car skidded to a halt. Grace hopped out and we shot finger-guns at each other.

“Hey,” she said, smiling. “How’s life?”

I grinned in return. “Good.”

We took a minute to catch up with each other while Troye and Tyler did their “secret” handshake (which wasn’t really secret; we all knew it, but I just refused to do it, so the boys and Grace kept it between themselves).

“So,” Tyler began, “what about this… sleep?”

Troye glanced at me. “Iris and I were just talking about that, actually.”

Everyone looked at me, expecting me to say something. My eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, um…” I could feel my heart beating right out of my chest. Was I supposed to say something super smart or something? “Well, I guess… I mean…” I trailed off.

Thankfully, a red pickup truck drove up, and Isaac hopped out. “Hey.” Thank goodness, I thought.

“You guys figured out anything about this sleep thing?”

Well, frick.

“Hey guys,” I said sheepishly, “Where’s Dillon? His house is pretty close by, so he should be here by now...”

Everyone else immediately took on a look of worry.

“Now that I think about it...”

Isaac pulled out his phone.

Dillon- 1 message

Dillon: get iris to reply plz

We all looked at each other, worry in our expressions. I pulled my phone out and let the screen turn on.

Dill Pickle- 50 messages

Dill Pickle: hey

Dillon: iris

Dillon: IIIIIRRRRRRIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSS

Dillon: I FOUND A THING

Dillon: IT’S A PORRRRRTTTTAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL

Dillon: OHHHH MMMMMYYY GOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dillon: AHHHH

Dillon: IM FREAKING OUTTTT

Dillon: GET TO THE DIXIE

Dillon: NOWWWW

And it continued. Grace looked over my shoulder at the texts. “What the…?”

“Well, then,” I stated. “I guess we’re going to the Dixie Theater.”

The Dixie Theater was our local theater for plays. I’d participated in a number of them, in fact, so I knew the route by heart. Isaac drove and the rest of us sat in the bed of the truck. I yelled directions from the back and the others continued their debate.

When we reached the theater, the first thing we saw was a broken glass window and Dillon flailing his arms from inside. I hopped out, about to scream at him for breaking the window until I noticed the portal. The others followed my actions.

“What is that?” Troye inquired, his eyes wide as dinner plates.

I examined the portal, amazed by its majesty. It was a blinding blue and made some sort of whooshing sound that reminded me of white noise. Silver and navy blue swirled around inside it.  I’d never seen anything like it; well, at least not in real life.

“Duh.” Tyler said sarcastically. “It’s a magical unicorn about to take us to Candyland where the trees are lollipops and-“

Troye punched him in the stomach, hard enough to get him to shut up but not so hard that Tyler found the need to punch him right back.

Dillon interrupted the two. “And look. Here’s what I found.” He grabbed a painting off the wall and, with some difficulty, threw it into the portal. The previously blue portal now turned a sickly neon green.

Isaac scoffed. “That’s not that wei-“ His remark was interrupted by a loud, guttural roar.

“What even- wh-what was that?” Grace stuttered out. We stood together in silence.

“I-I don’t know…” I murmured.

“Do you think we have to go into that thing?” Troye asked, just loud enough to hear over the whooshing that the portal continued to make.

I whipped my head around and glared at him. “What? Are you kidding? Go into that thing?”

“Iris, no one else is awake,” Troye defended. “It’s just us six.”

“So?”

“So, I don’t think we have a choice.”

“Of course we do!” I burst out. “We don’t have to go into that- that thing! We could all stay here together and, oh, I don’t know, just have fun, doing random things like we always do!”

Isaac replied, “But what if that’s where we find out what happened to our parents?”

“Well,” Dillon added. “I think I’ve played enough video games to know that most portals are dangerous, so...” He trailed off.

“Exactly!” I said, gesturing to Dillon. “Thank you!”

Grace sighed in exasperation. “How about we just vote? Who thinks we should go in?” She, Isaac, Troye, and Tyler all raised their hands. “Majority rules, Iris.”

“Ugh! You know what, fine- but if something bad happens, don’t say I didn’t tell you so!”

The six of us stood just outside the portal. Slowly and reluctantly, I stepped in.

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Hey Angel Chapter 83

“Daddy! I thought we go see Mummy and babies,” Jackson groaned as Harry helped him and Ella out of their car seats. 

“We are, but first we’re going to shop for a present for Mummy,” Harry smiled. 

“Ooh! What we getting?” Jackson gasped. 

“I don’t know, that’s why I brought you two,” he smiled carrying Ella and holding Jackson’s hand as they walked into the store. “Maybe a nice new bag? Or some  jewelry?”

“Both,” Ella said looking at Harry. 

He laughed. “Really? You think Mummy would want both a new handbag and some earrings or a necklace?” 

“Ya!” She nodded. “All them.” 

“Five things!” Jackson said. “One for each of us!” He giggled. 

“You two are trying to max out my card aren’t you,” he joked. 

“Huh?” They asked. 

“Nothing,” he laughed. 

The kids walked in with Harry and they all started looking around the store. Ella pointed up to a bag on towards the top shelf. 

“Dat one!” she giggled. 

“Hi, can we see that one?” Harry asked the store worker. 

“Sure thing,” she smiled. 

While Harry and Ella were waiting for the bag, Jackson was looking around. 

“Hi, there,” one of the ladies working there asked him. 

“Hi,” he blushed. 

“What can I do for you, little man?” She asked. 

“I need present for Mummy,” he smiled proudly. 

“Oh, well we have plenty to chose from,” she smiled. “Would you like some help?” 

“Ya,” he smiled. 

The lady grabbed his hand and took him around the store. After an hour of looking around and finally deciding, Harry walked out with bags filled with presents for you and a few for the kids. He was a sucker for spoiling his family. 

Once everyone was buckled in, Harry drove straight to the hospital. When he parked the car, he got the kids out and they all walked inside holding the bags. Harry knocked on the door before walking in. 

“Come in,” you said covering yourself a bit. 

The kids ran inside while Harry followed them in. 

“There’s my other babies!” You smiled at them. 

“Hi! We miss ya!” Jackson said. “Where babies?” 

“They’re under here,” you giggled nodding under the cover up. “I’m feeding them.” 

“Huh?” He asked confused. 

“Want to take this one Daddy?” You smirked at Harry. 

He laughed and pulled Jackson onto his lap. “When Mummies have babies, their bodies produce milk for the babies to drink and that’s how the Mummies feed the babies.” 

“Daddies do it?” He asked. 

Harry laughed. “No, we’re not that awesome little man.” 

You laughed and pulled Willow out. “Want to burp her?” You asked. 

“Sure,” Harry said getting up and taking her from you, while you burped Wylie. “Want to help?” He asked Jackson. 

He nodded quickly and Harry showed him how to gently, but firmly pat the babies back. He giggled. “I do it,” he said after Willow let out a burp. 

Ella watched Wylie and touched his little hand. “When home?” she asked. 

“Tomorrow morning,” you smiled. 

She sighed. “Miss Mama and babies.” 

“I know baby,” you nodded. “I miss you and Jackson, too, but I promise we’ll be home soon.” 

She sighed and laid her head against you. You kissed her head and then noticed the bags over on the floor. 

“What’s all that?” You laughed nodding towards them. 

“Dey presents!” Ella clapped. 

You looked over at Harry and he looked around the room like he had no idea what was going on. 

“Daddy bought them! We pick them!” Jackson giggled going over and bringing the bags to the bed. 

“Did you buy the whole store?” You asked him. 

“Hey! They’re your kids! They kept picking things out,” he defended. 

“Hmm, if only there was a two letter word like No in the dictionary of Harry Styles,” you said. 

“Ha, ha,” he rolled his eyes. “Besides they’re for you!” He said. “For having our beautiful babies.” he smiled. 

You laughed shaking your head. Since Wylie was asleep, you put him back in the little “crib” and started opening up the bags. You pulled out two new handbags, a new diaper bag, a new pair of boots and some miscellaneous jewelry.

“Wike it?” Ella asked. 

“I love them,” you smiled. “Thank you, you two did a wonderful job.” 

Jackson smirked. “Ya we did!” 

You laughed wrapping your arms around the two of them. You yawned and Jackson pulled the blanket up over you. “Go sleep, Mumma, I take care of ya,” he whispered. 

“Aww, you’re so sweet,” you smiled kissing his head. 

Ella smiled and cuddled up to you. 

You smiled and leaned the bed back and you closed your eyes taking a nap. 

**

It was the next morning and time to leave the hospital. Harry had brought up the car seats from the new car and you put the babies into their car seats. Once everything was put into the car, Harry pulled the car up to pick you up in a private area of the hospital. When you got down, Harry took the babies from you and put them into the car before helping you in. 

“Are you doing?” He asked. 

“I’m okay,” you said. “Just ready to get home.” 

“I know what you mean,” he said. “I’ve missed tucking our babies in.” 

“Can we stop and get breakfast for everyone?” you asked. “I’m starving.” 

“Actually, our Mum’s are making a huge spread,” he laughed. “They know we’re tired of the hospital food.” 

“So, true,” you laughed. “Can you believe how much our lives have changed? I feel like we just met and here we are married and have four kids.” 

He smiled taking your hand. “I know,” he said. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too, Mrs. Styles,” he smirked. 

When you got home, your Mom helped you into the house, while Harry carried both babies inside. Ella and Jackson came rushing over and hugged your legs before looking at the babies. 

“They still sleeping?” Jackson groaned. “We want play!” 

“You will eventually,” Anne said. “But they’re still tiny babies and they sleep practically all day.” 

“That boring,” he groaned. 

“You did the same thing,” she laughed. 

“Nu uh!” He said. “I no like naps.” 

“You say that now, but when you get older, you’re gonna love them,” Harry said ruffling his hair. 

“Daddy crazy,” he said going over to the table. 

You laughed sitting down while Harry put the babies in their bassinets and joined everyone at the table. After breakfast, you looked over at Harry. 

“I need to feed the babies,” you said. “Can you help me?” 

He nodded and followed into the nursery. He closed the door and you took Willow in your arms and got her situated before Harry helped you get Wylie on the other side. He sat next to you and watched you as you fed the babies. 

“Can I help you?” You laughed. 

“No, I just it, uh, it’s amazing,” he smiled. “So, I know we just got home and everything, but we should probably figure out the night time schedule.” 

You nodded. “I’ve been pumping occasionally, and I’ll be pumping some more, so we’ll have some milk on hand for you to help with the feeding.” 

“I think it would be best if we just took turns throughout the night,” he said. 

“Yeah,” you yawned. 

“Do you want to take a nap after this?” he asked. “I can take over while you get a few hours rest, plus our parents are here.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Baby, you just got out of the hospital,” he said. “You’re exhausted and since our families are here, this is the time to catch up on sleep.” 

“I know, it’s just I’m not used to having help like this,” you said. “I mean my family was there for me when I had Ella, but it was still only so much they could do.” 

Harry sighed. “I know, but you’re not alone now.”

“I love you,” you whispered looking over at him. 

“And I love you,” he smiled kissing your head. 

Once you both burped the babies, Harry took them, while you walked into the bedroom to get some much-needed rest in your bed. You changed into some different clothes and climbed right into bed falling asleep as soon as you hit the pillow. 

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Chris Brown Fires Off Shots At 'Uglies' Who Criticized His 'Only Wanna F*ck Black B*tches With The Nice Hair' Lyric

Chris Brown is poppin' off on all of the "uglies" who take issue with lyric on his INDIGO album about "black b*tches with the nice hair." Sighs....

Chris Brown's Indigo album went straight to No. 1 on the U.S. album chart on iTunes following its release. Now, fans are dissecting his lyrics and calling him out for shading black women!

On his track "Need A Stack" featuring Lil Wayne & Joyner Lucas, Breezy sings about "only wanting to f*ck with black b*tches with the nice hair."

“Diggin’ it, then I’m lickin’ all on that pussy, put it right there/ Only wanna fuck the black bitches with the nice hair," Breezy sings on the track.

It's at the 3-minute mark below:

Once fans discovered this lyric, they started going off on Twitter:

Fuck Chris brown he’s a big ass coon for calling black women bitches and saying he only like the ones with “good hair” I stopped fucking when him when he beat the hell out of Rihanna his career should of ended right there

— LovelyLittleMisfit (@Majestickay3) June 30, 2019

    @chrisbrown THIS IS GOOD HAIR YOU PIECE OF SHYT! pic.twitter.com/N7proWKCGf

— LovelyLittleMisfit (@Majestickay3) June 30, 2019

    Chris Brown said “only fuck with black bitches with nice hair” .. so fucking ignorant . No surprise though!!! I’m so tired of Black Men spreading their colorist hate. So Exhausting. Probably shouldn’t insult your core fan base.

— Kaycuddles (@MissRadiant16) June 29, 2019

    Chris brown all black women have good hair. Thank you.

— K H A E (@forevaakhaee) July 1, 2019

    It took Chris Brown saying he only likes black women with "good hair" for y'all to see that he does not like black women? Lol pic.twitter.com/6ZMzpLcSbE

— Key-Or-Uh (@QueenKeora) July 1, 2019

  Meanwhile, some folks defended him by saying that's his preference:

  Men can’t have preferences ? If black bitches with nice hair is what Chris Brown likes then so be it.

Same way rich nigga, 8 figure that’s yo type, sis.

Stop losing sleep over other people’s preferences when you picky ya damn self

— . (@WhyUMadThough) July 1, 2019

    Yall can’t be made a Chris Brown for saying he only wanna mess with black girls with good hair! Can someone fill me in on what I’m missing?

— Court (@princesscourtc) July 1, 2019

    Don’t y’all hoes start taking about Chris Brown and his preference...

He likes bitches with good hair, PERIOD.

He said what the fuck he said...

Y’all be so butt hurt about blacks and their preferences but will wear designer all day..

— Trick Papi (@trickpapithagod) July 1, 2019

    Sooooo y’all mad @chrisbrown bc he don’t want to fuck a black girl whit bad hair? Who want to fuck any girl with bad hair? He just said “black” bc he like “black” women, (I think) no girl would fuck a guy with bad hair or nappy hair, stop being cry babies

— clarence bell (@Bell61Hero) June 30, 2019

    In his defense, he clapped back at the "uglies" (his words, not ours) who have been blasting him for his choice of words on the track.

“Yall tripping trippin," he wrote in the comments on one Instagram account. "Y’all b*tches don't wanna f*ck da n*gga wit da f*cked up teeth do you??? Only b*tches upset is the uglies (not the black queens)."

  The Grammy winner then screenshotted a response he made to @BlackGirlsAreIt and posted on his IG Stories.

"So is this considered a 'preference' or 'discrimination,'" they wrote. "Listen we all have preferences I’ll give you that. Never will I discriminate against my own kind. #chrisbrown."

This got him in his bag, so he unleashed a long, expletive laced rant:

"Weird ass angry people," he awrote. "Sincerely, from the bottom of my balls...I DON'T GIVE A F*CK BOUT YALL NEGATIVE BOOTYFACE ASS B*TCHES. IM START GIVING AWAY FREE LACE-FRONTS FOR ALL YOU WIERD FEMALES WIT THE SKID ROW EDGES AND LOW SELF ESTEEM. ASIDE FROM THAT...HOP OFF THESE NUTTS. Half y'all look like BUDWEISER FROGS...SO PLEASE DON'T COME WIT DA BULLSH*T. I WILL FIRE DAT ASS UP AND ROAST THE HELL OUT OF YOU OVERLY SENSITIVE DUCKHEAD ASS WIERDOS."

He then made a video challenging all of the "angry uglies" to send him a picture of what they look like:

          View this post on Instagram

                      A post shared by (@chrisbreezy.ja) on Jul 2, 2019 at 2:12am PDT

  Breezy's mom Joyce Hawkins not shockingly hopped on Instagram to defend her son:

    Honestly, his mom is the traditional fit for the hair stereotype he gave. For her to discount other people who may have an issue with what was said, just because she personally does not take issue, isn't cool.

Thoughts?

In other news...

  VIDEO: Chris Brown surprising fans at a dance studio in Miami last night! : @biancarobinson_ pic.twitter.com/sIkSoan8KU

— CBE NEWS (fan page) (@CBENEWSSS) July 2, 2019

  Breezy is shooting the visuals for his "No Guidance" music video in Miami. He made a surprise stop at a dance studio yesterday to show love. Peep the clip above.

In case you missed, Breezy flexed his basketball skills for the "Ace Family Charity Basketball Game" over the weekend. Check out the courtside flicks with his daughter, Royalty Brown, HERE.

Photo: Getty

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My First Best Friend (Preschool Connor Murphy x Evan Hansen)

As he watched the sunrise started to peak over the trees through the window of his father’s pickup truck, 3 year old Evan Hanson started to worry about what this thing his mom called “preschool” is going to be like.

“Why can’t Mommy and Daddy come with me?” He thought to himself, “Maybe it’s a place where I’m supposed to live there for now on… Will I be alone?” He felt alone enough being an only child.

“You alright, Evan?” Evan’s mother asked, noticing the anxiety in her son’s eyes as he hugged his toy bear. Evan’s father, who was still married to his mother at the time, tried to chime in as he drove the family to school parking lot.

“Aren’t you excited for your first day of preschool, bud?” he asked.

Evan was silent for 30 seconds and then finally spoke up.

“Is Mama an’ Dada going to lee'b me at pweschool forebber?” he asked, close to tears.

Evan’s mother turned to his father and shot him a look telling him to immediately park the car. Once they were parked, his mother turned to her son from the front passenger seat.

“Sweetie, of course we wouldn’t leave you there forever,” she replied as calmly as she could, even though seeing her little boy look so scared broke her heart, “Just for a little while each day so you can make friends and learn new things.”

“You remember your friend Jared Kleinman?” Evan’s father asked as he turned around from the driver’s seat, “You had a play date with him the other day.”

Evan nodded. He remembered Jared, a fellow 3 year old who’s mother was friend with Evan’s mother. That didn’t mean that it was Jared’s obligation to be friends with Evan. Evan had not so fond memories of Jared calling him a loser for being a scaredy cat and playing mean pranks on him when no one was looking.

“Your friend Jared will be there, so you won’t be alone!” Evan’s father grinned happily at his son, trying his best to ease his mind. Sadly, mentioning Jared’s name made Evan feel even more worried. like most new experiences, Evan was always found something to be afraid of.

—

“Ow!… Ow!… Mommy stop! Dat hurts!” cried Connor Murphy as his mother was brushing his long dark hair into a bun in the back of his hair.

“Sorry, Connie-bear!” His mother replied as she finished the bun, “You have to look good for your first day of preschool!”

“Why do I haf-tah go?” Connor grumbled, already not a morning person at 3 ½ years old, “It sounds stoopid.”

“Watch your language, Connor.” The boys father growled as he came into the living room holding Connor’s 18 month old sister, Zoe. “You’ll love school, Connor. A boy like you should put himself out there and make new friends…” He gives Zoe a smooch on the forehead and puts her in the playpen. “Get your coat on and kiss your mother goodbye for the day. I’m going to take you to school myself.”

Connor sighed and grabbed his black hoodie. His mother already had picked out a light purple jacket, not wanting his son to wear just black and grey, like he always does. She realizes that her son was… unique, but she accepted her son for who he was. Connor’s father, on the other hand, believed that his son defied all normalities in order to take attention away from his baby sister. Like any 3 ½-year-old, Connor obviously did not always see eye to eye with his sister, but he had nothing against her. However, at such a young age, he was finding it harder and harder to express himself. His father barely allowed Connor to let his hair down, literally and figuratively, because he was afraid of what people might think of their family. Connor would sometimes lash out as a result of this confinement and it would only made things worse.

“Wouldn’t you want to wear this coat instead?” Connor’s mother held up the light purple coat with a smile.

“No…” Connor frowned as he put on his favorite black jacket, “Too… yucky!” he zipped the hoodie all the way up so no one can see his pearly white shirt tucked inside his jeans and black Converse sneakers. Once wearing the coat, Connor formed a little smile in the corner of his mouth, which made everything alright in his mother’s eyes. She leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“I love you Connor… Have fun…” She told him sweetly.

Connor nodded and his smile faded as he followed his father to the car as fast as he could. His backpack slowed him down because of all the things stuffed in it… his progress folder, a box of crayons, his lunchbox, a change of extra clothes… and two other secret things that made Connor a tad nervous to go to school.

“And Connie-Bear!” His mother called, “Remember about what we told you about being a big boy!”

—

The classroom was jam packed with children when Evan and his family walked in. It’s loud sound consisting of talking, laughing, stomping footsteps, and toys being banged together made Evan frightened, so he started to cry. The little boy clung to his mother’s leg, making it harder for his family to leave.

“Evan…” his mother said, trying to hold back her own tears as she picked up her son, “Daddy and I will be back soon…”

The teacher, Mrs. Keeper, approached the family with a warm smiled.

“Hello there!…” the young teacher greeted the parents, “You must be the Hanson’s, yes?”

“Yes, this is Evan…” Evan’s father motioned to his son, “He’s having a rough day.”

“He’s very shy…” His mother added and turned to her son.

“Sweetheart,” she cooed “…this is your teacher, Mrs. Keeper!”

“Hello there, little friend!” Mrs. Keeper waved to the boy, “Don’t cry! We’re here to have fun! Mommy and Daddy will come back soon!”

Evan’s parents both gave their son a long hug and covered his face in kisses.

“Have fun and makes new friends, Evan,” his mother started sniffing with a feeling of heartbreak and pride, “We love you…”

His mother placed Evan on the ground and Evan kept sniffling as he watched his parents leave the room. Mrs. Keeper held his hand and led him to the drawing table.

“That’s a nice bear you have,” Mrs. Keeper sweetly told Evan, “Does your bear have a name?”

“W'eaf,” Evan said softly, rubbing one eye.

“Leaf?” The teacher replied cheerfully, “Did you name him that because you like trees?”

Evan nodded, “Uh huh… I wuv t'wees…”

“How about you draw a picture of some trees for your Mommy and Daddy? Mrs. Keeper suggested as they made it to the table, where Jared was already sitting there, scribbling away.

Evan was hesitant, at first, because of Jared. However, if he didn’t sit with Jared, who would Evan sit with? So, he nodded.

“Hey E'bban!” Jared smirked as he pushed his glasses back up to the top of his nose. “Ya still a scawwdy cat?” he whispered to Evan when Mrs. Keeper left the table.

“No…” Evan answered without looking up, trying to ignore Jared by starting on his picture. He decide to draw a great Pinetree that stood tall in his backyard and that made him feel a little better.

“Den what’s dat?” Jared asked, pointing to Evan’s bear.

“Nuffin…” Evan said, trying his best to hide his bear under his arm, “Pwease w'eeb me awone.”

“Ebban! I’m ya onwy fwend!” Jared put his arm around Evan. “Who else would pwo'yect ya fwom… Connah Murphy?”

“Huh?” Evan looked puzzled.

Jared pointed to the boy in black, who was already sitting in time out after 10 minutes of being in school after hitting a kid who made fun of his hair.

“Dat Connah Murphy! Da meanest boy in cwass!” He declared. “He pushes kids down, doesn’ shware an… he’s a b'ampire! He’ll suck ya bwood!”

Evan started to shiver in fear. Connor did look like a vampire in his eyes. Dark clothes, strange looking hair, angry look. How could he not be a monster?

“Weawwy?” Evan turned to Jared, putting his trust in him, “You pwo'yect me?”

“Yah!” Jared nodded, “Wha are fwiends fwor?”

—

For most of that first day, Evan and Jared avoided “the vampire” as much as they could. When all the kids gathered around on the carpet to introduce themselves, Connor sat out in time it for the second time because he pushed down kid who called him Pinocchio, due to his long nose. However, Connor was promised to get a second chance to introduce himself during show and tell, which was after the class came back from the jungle gym.

Jared was being a ham during his turn, like he always was; talking about how this summer was his third time going to Disneyland and how he got to stay at the Cinderella suite. Another kid, Alana was talking about how she’s “close acquaintances” with the President Clinton and how her family got to spend a whole week out of their summer with them on vacation.

When it was Evan’s turn to speak, he hid his tear covered face behind his bear. No words came out of his mouth. Just a cluster of “Um–um–um…” came out as he started to shiver with fright. In no time, he also started to wet his pants, making him start to weep. The whole class almost died laughing when Evan peed his pants… all except Connor, surprisingly. Connor stay silent, relating to Evan’s nervousness not only because he realized that it’s not easy to talk in front of strangers, but also because of a secret he managed to hide very well. He actually felt bad for the little guy but he kept all of his emotions inside.

—

Evan came back with a fresh pair of pants on just in time for lunch. He took his forest ranger lunchbox and walked over to Jared’s table. When he approached Jared he heard snickers not only from the kids surrounding Jared, but from Jared as well!

“Hey Pee-Pee Pants!” Jared grinned as he got a laugh from some friends.

“Baybee got a new diapee?” A girl giggled as she pointed to her baby doll and then pointed at Evan.

“Don’ dwink too much juice!” Another boy teased him.

Evan felt the tears well up in his eyes again but that’s when he heard someone speak up.

“Hey w'eave Ebban a'wone!” Connor called out as he thundered over to the table. All the kids except Jared froze out to fear. The “vampire” had emerged.

“We awl go pee pee sometimes…” Connor then shot a angry look at Jared, “Ebben you, stoopid!”

“But Evan nuffin’ but a baybee!” Jared defended.

“Shut up,” Connor snapped back, “Or I make yo hang fwom da top of da fwag-powle!” He put his arm around Evan, “Wet’s go, kid.”

Evan was shocked to see that the vampire came out to defend him. Suddenly this Connor guy wasn’t so scary anymore… So he followed him to the empty table at the end of the room. Connor placed his forest green lunchbox on the table and sat.

“I wike you lu'chbox.” Evan points to it, smiling a little bit.

“F'anks,” Connor nodded and looked at Evan’s lunchbox, “…You wike t'wees?”

Evan nodded, his smile getting wider and wider. He loved trees became his late grandfather was lumberjack as a young man. As a way to cope, Evan wanted to learn all about trees and on his 3rd birthday, his parents gave him a giant book all about them. His mother read the book to him every night so it was easy for him to ramble on about the different kinds of trees to Connor. Evan went on about trees for a solid 10 minutes but Connor wasn’t annoyed. He calmly drank his carton of milk and enjoyed listening to this nerdy, but sweet, kid.

As Evan was talking, Mrs. Keeper walked over to Connor, smiling as usual.

“Hi Connor! Can I check you?” she asked.

Evan looked a little confused when he saw the nervous look on Connor’s face. Connor shook his head immediately. He was so close to having a friend. “Why would Mrs. Keeper blow it for me?” He thought to himself.

Mrs. Keeper sighed and swiftly checked his behind, which was still in a diaper. Evan was surprised to see a kid as big as Connor still in diapers. Evan had little accidents here and there but at least he wore underwear.

“You’re dry,” Mrs. Keeper smiled, “Remember to tell me if you feel like you need to go potty. You gotta make Mommy and Daddy and Zoe proud!”

Connor nodded slowly, feeling a little violated but decided not to lash out because he didn’t want to sit out again. Evan leaned in and talked softly so no one could hear him.

“You still in diapee’s?” Evan asked, “You don’ know how tah use da potty?”

Connor’s eyes started to tear up. He was too embarrassed to look Evan in the eyes.

“I do know how…” He said softly, “S–sometimes it hard to w'emember… an’ Daddy get’s w'eawwy mad at me.”

Evan knew that if he told Jared and his friends about Connor’s issue, they would tease him constantly. All this “vampire” needed was a friend to stick with him through thick and thin, so that’s what Evan decided to be for Connor. He leaned in to hug his new friend.

“I won’ tell anyone, Connah…” Evan smiled, “You mwy fwiend!”

Connor was shocked to hear those words from Evan. No one told him that they were his friend before, so he started to smile and hug him back.

“Fank yew Ebban…” Connor sniffled, “You mwy fwiend too!”

Connor never smiled so wide in his young life. He figured that if Evan could accept Connor for who he is, then he’s the only friend he needed. He could not wait to go home and tell his family about his wonderful new friend. They would be so proud of him.

“Connah?” Evan spoke up.

“Yeah?” Connor looked down.

“I wike you bwack jacket.”

“Fank you…” Connor grinned.

—

When it was time to go out and play on the playground, Connor made sure that he and Evan were the last kids to go out.

“I wanna show ya somethin!” Connor said as he brought Evan over to his cubby where his forest green backpack was hanging. He opened the bag and brought out a stuffie of a black lab.

“Dis Midnight!” Connor announced. He was worried that if he brought Midnight out, the other kids might call him a baby, but Evan was much different.

“Can he meet W'eaf?” Connor asked Evan, who immediately nodded back.

“Hi Midnight!” Evan said for the bear as he held it up to Connor’s lab, “I’m W'eaf! Wanna pway?”

“Uh huh!” Connor said for the dog and the two boys rushed outside to where everyone else was playing.

All throughout playtime, Evan and Connor laughed and giggled with joy as the went on the slide and played tag.

Jared saw the two playing and scoffed at his friend Alana.

“Connah’s such a fweak,” Jared smirks.

“I’m onwwy cwose acqw'uaintances wif him,” said 3 year old Alana as she pushed up her glasses, “I’m afwaid he’ll dwink my bwood.”

When they were too exhausted to run anymore, Connor and Evan sat on the seesaw. Evan let Connor chat on about how he saw a grown up with black nails and how he wanted them too when he grew up.

After playtime was naptime. As she and the teacher’s assistant brought the mats down, Mrs. Keeper went over to Connor.

“Let’s go try potty before we sleep,” she kindly suggested as she held his hand.

Connor started to look worried again. He had to go badly but he didn’t want to leave his new friend Evan. Not even for a minute. Evan wanted to help Connor go potty too, so he decided to speak up.

“Uh… I gotta go potty too!” Evan told the teacher. Connor felt relieved when Evan said that and the three of them went to the bathroom together.

Mrs. Keeper noticed how Evan smiled at Connor after they both went to the bathroom.

“Goo’ job Connah!” Evan grinned and parted Connor’s back, which made Connor blush but grin too.

Mrs. Keeper also noticed how Connor helped Evan turn on his faucet and reached up to grab paper towels for the both of them. She noticed how good they were for each other, so she decided to let them nap together as well. Her heart was ready to burst with cuteness when she saw Connor and Evan hugging each other in their sleep. She started to write two very happy little notes for their parents, talking about how these two shy boys quickly became so close.

—

When it was time for show and tell at the end of the day, Evan sat criss-crossed on the carpet with Connor. Connor let his hair down because his hair tie started to bother him. Evan stared at his hair and thought about how pretty it was. Alana was the first to raise her hand to present. She showed everyone her 7th grade science textbook.

“My Mommy an’ Daddy read dis to me befwore bedtime,” she announced as she pushed her glasses up, “Daddy told me that it’ll make me suppah smwart and get me intah collage sooner!”

Jared showed his baseball signed by Derek Jeter.

“I got tah meet him after the game,” he bragged, “He twold me dat maybe I can be as great as Babe Rufh if I try!”

“Thank you Jared…” Mrs. Keeper nodded and turned to Connor, “Connor, this is your chance to introduce yourself and to show your puppy to the class. Come on up!”

Connor realized that everyone could see his toy and he quickly hid it behind his back. He tried to pretend like the toy wasn’t there. Mrs. Keeper saw how Evan was too nervous himself to present as well… so she made a plan.

“Connor? Evan?” She told the boys gently, “Would it make it better if you two presented together?”

Evan and Connor looked at each other with wide eyes. Connor nodded at Evan and Evan slowly nodded back with a nervous gulp. They both got up and before their classmates (and bullies but that was mostly the same thing).

“Um… I’m Connah Murphy…” Connor started off softly, “I’m f'ree an’ a half years old…. Um…”

“How about you show them your puppy?” said Mrs. Keeper.

Connor looked at Evan and Evan nodded at him with a smile.

“Dis is Midnight…” Connor said as he brought out his toy puppy, “He a doggy an’ he bwack… mwy faborate cah-wor…”

“Does he do twicks?” Alana asked.

Connor nodded and flipped the toy in the air. All the kids marveled at the flip with a chorus of “Oooh!” and “Aaah!” and “Wow!”

Evan giggled at the flip, which encouraged Connor to smile. Maybe this wasn’t so embarrassing as he thought it was.

“If I get a puppy,” one boy said said, “I wanna get one wike Connah’s!”

Evan grinned proudly at Connor, who was smiling with a touch of confidence.

“Evan?” Mrs. Keeper asked, “Would you like to show us your bear?

Connor gave Evan a nod of approval and held his hand. Evan took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“Dis W'eaf…” Evan said shyly and held up the bear. “I named him dat cuz I wike t'wees…”

Evan thought for a moment. He just /had/ to tell the class all about his forest expertise!

“Actuawwy, dere are a hundwed-f'ousand kinds of t'wees awl a'wound the world…”

Evan talked on for seven more minutes about his favorite kinds of trees and answered questions from his classmates about them.

Mrs. Keeper couldn’t have been any more proud of Connor and Evan.

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When it was time to go home the boys were drew pictures for each other while waiting for their parents to come pick them up.

“Ebban…” Connor turned to Evan with a drawing of Evan as a lumberjack, “Dis is fwor you!”

Evan grinned from ear to ear.

“Fank you Connah!” He smiled and handed a picture of Connor with black nail polish on, “Dis is for you!”

Connor immediately took the picture and hugged it.

“It awesome!” he cheered and then hugged Evan, “Ebban… fanks for being mwy fwiend…”

“Fanks for being /mwy/ fwiend!” Evan smiled and hugged him back.

“Can we be fwiends forebbah?” Connor asked.

“Uh huh!” Evan nodded, “Always!”

It was at that moment, Evan and Connor’s mothers walked into the door. Both boys bolted to their families with their pictures and hugged them. Evan waved at Connor and Connor waved at Evan. The two hopped into their families car with grins on their faces.

“Mommy! Zoe!” Connor said as his mom drove him and is sister home, “I can’t wait to go back tah school tomowwow!”

“Mama!” Evan said as his mom drove him home, “I can’t wait to go back tah school tomowwow!”

“How wonderful, Connie-bear!” Connor’s mother cheered, “Who gave you that picture sweetie? Was it the boy you were with when I picked you up?”

“That’s awesome, buddy!” Evan’s mother gleaned, “Who gave you that picture sweetie? Was it the kid you were with when I picked you up?”

“Yeah!” Connor nodded and showed Zoe the picture Evan drew, “Dis fwom mwy new best fwiend an’ we gonna be fwiends forebbah!”

“Uh huh!” Evan said as he smiled down at Connor’s picture, “He mwy best fwiend… an’ we gonna be fwiends forebbah.”

THE END.

[beautiful-bau-beau]

The Proposal Part 7

The Proposal Masterlist

(HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY TO THE GUBE OMG I LOVE HIM AND THANK GOD FOR HIM AND CRIMINAL MINDS EVERYDAY. I was rushing to post this so it might be terrible)

Contains: Angst

(only 2 more parts- technically 1 if you don't count the epilogue)

@sonnyalice: SPENCER WHAT THE HELL CASH ME THE FUCK OUTSIDE HOWBOW DAT

Anonymous: I AM SHOOK ABOUT PT 6 PLEASE RESOLVE THIS IM YELLING

Anonymous: Holy heck! Spencer no!!!! Gosh we need part 7 of the proposal asap!

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Awkward was one way to put your relationship with Spencer. Other words to fill that category was weird, lonely and depressing. You longed for him to just talked to you or...something.

Spencer was barely acknowledging your presence, and you were lucky that he was even sticking around. Why? You weren't really sure. Maybe he was still guilty about your father.

It seemed his presence was hurting you more then helping you. Your heart ached every time he walked past you, heart still fluttering whenever he accidentally touched you. At least at work he was behind the doors and you could serve without worrying that you were going to bump into him.

Your lovesick disease only seemed to get worse when Spencer announced he was going to be spending nights with /her/ and sneaking in early in case your mother came back around. Apparently you repulsed him to the core so much that he couldn't even sleep in the same area as you.

At the moment, you were staring out the window of the living room, hating yourself. More so for the fact that you looked like Bella Swan from the second twilight movie. Well, it was a close second.

"Why are you moping about? Haven't you heard I'm back?" A familiar voice made you jump, wrapping your arms around your sister's frame. "That's more like it Y/n!" She laughed, her arms sliding around to meet your back.

"I totally forgot that you were coming back this week!  I've just had so much on my mind lately!" You tried explaining.

"I bet! Wedding aren't easy to plan you know! Take it from me, I just had one... So, how are you and your fiancée?" She made her way through the house, seeming to inspect it for something.

"Uh, yeah, about that..." You started, trying to figure out how to tell her about everything without seeming like a jerk that was lying to your father and stealing your sisters spotlight.

"Let's not talk about this in here, c'mon, let's do something fun....like shopping, or drinking." She waggled her brows, shooing you to grab your purse. You forgot how eccentric your sister was. You weren't sure how much you missed that certain feature.

After what your sister like to call "Treat yourself- bride edition", she made you wear one of the outfits out of the store and wear it out. You had no idea what game she was trying to play, but you knew she was up to something. Especially when she brought you to a bar. Sure, she enjoyed a glass of wine every now and then but had said multiple times that he was not an avid enthusiast for bars. More so now then ever because she was married and guys would be trying to hit on her all night.

"Alright, answer some of my questions. How is Spencer? How are you?" She asked when the both of you were situated with your drinks. You spun your stirrer straw slowly, stumbling around on trying to form a sentence.

"Do you remember Mattie Noel?" You asked, and she nodded, eyes squinting with suspicion. "She's…tried latching her hooks onto him." You put it out there as best as you could, watching as she moved her hand in a dismissive way. "Spencer only has eyes for you, trust me. Don’t worry about that bitch." You almost laughed at how ironic that sentence was, taking a large gulp of your drink. After some more minutes of conversation, someone's phone started to ring loudly.

"Oh shoot, I think that's me." Your sister set her drink down, digging through her purse, stopping and wincing. "Y/n, I think I left my phone at your house when I came to pick you up!" Your sister slapped her face, zipping back up her purse. "What if it's (h/h/n)? It's it okay if we head back to the guest house?"

"Oh yeah, of course." You placed done your drink, standing up and pretending to dust yourself off. You weren't really feeling the scene anyways, bars never really being your thing.

The drive was filled with your sister filling you in on her honeymoon, literally, /everything// about her honeymoon, talking about future plans and trying to ask about you and Spencer. You tried avoiding most of the questions, and it seemed to work.

"Alright, let's go." You stated once you pulled up to the driveway in front of the guest house. You thought you saw a light turn off and you shook your head, thinking you must be finally losing it.

"Um. I'm not exactly sure where you left it but feel free to- AH!" You fell back into the wall as you opened the door and flipped the light switch only to be met with about 15 pairs of eyes. "What the- W-what the..." Your own orbs were wide and brows furrowed. Your sister laughed, patting your shoulder reassuringly.

"Surprise! It's your bridal shower!" She bounced excitedly, leading you over to a chair. You started to recognize your friends from back home, your mother, your sister and a few friends from the restaurant.

"This really wasn't necessary..." You mumbled, stumbling a bit. "Really. I don't deserve your gifts." You waved your friends off, cheeks pinking. If they only knew how much you really didn't deserve this.

"Here, open mine first!" Your sister thrusted a bright pink box into your lap, and you almost rolled your eyes at the obnoxious color but opened it nonetheless. Through the hours, you opened all the gifts (some more appropriate then others), drank some wine, and failed to notice your mother's quietness.

"There's still one more gift! It's from mom!" Your sister cried, bringing out the last wrapped box. Your mother's face seemed to pale and she opened her mouth to say something when your sister interrupted her. "I saw it hidden in the closet and figured you must have forgot about where you put it. It was no problem really. Now, c'mon y/n, open it up."

After taking off the bright paper and the Macy's box that your mother used for every holiday box, you were met with a book, a picture of Spencer on one knee at your sister's wedding, when you forced him to propose to you on the top. "What's this?" You softly asked, fingers rubbing Spencer's frame over the plastic covering.

"It's not that big of a deal, I was just digging through the basement and some old pictures came up. Add those with the ones I've been taking of the two of you and...." Her sentence faded out as you started flipping through the pages.

Pictures of you and Spencer as toddlers, chubby limbs wrapped up in each other. As little kids, reading or "cooking". Spencer trying to teach you how to play chess when you were 12, always losing because you believed the pawns were more important then any other piece. Rare visits to Caltech when you were both 14, both awkward and gangly. Pictures of you at Spencer's graduation and vice-versa. The pictures didn't pick back up until the wedding, a few candid shots, pictures of you both working at the restaurant and sitting on the couch when you were watching Star Wars. Lastly, the proposal once more, zoomed in on both your faces. Even though you had just shoved him on the ground exactly 2 seconds earlier, Spencer looked focused, and your fake smile looked genuine.

"I cant do this anymore." You whispered, shocking yourself when a tear landed on the scrapbook page. "I'm so sorry. You guys..." You got up, rushing out of the room, the cold air kissing your face once you escaped through the front door.

"Hon! Honey! Come back!" Your mother called after you, following you outside. "Y/n, baby, I know." You looked up at her, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

"You know? You know that this whole thing was fake?" You asked, throwing up your arms in the air. If your mother could see it, then everyone else probably knew too. God, this whole thing was so stupid. Why did the idea even pop into her head?

"I saw him making out with another girl while I was trying to book a wedding venue." Your mom explained, hand coming up to cup your cheek. Your own hand came to pinch the bridge of your nose.

"No mom, I have to be honest with you, this whole marriage was a sham. I forced Spencer to propose to me." She stepped back, head cocking to the side and brows raising. "Dad said he wished he could have two daughters married...." You explained, and your mother seemed to understand.

"Darling, he didn't mean it in this way.." She engulfed you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. "You're still in love with him aren't you? You have been since before you knew what love was." She asked and you nodded, cries beginning, thankful that they were slightly muffled.

"It's okay honey, let it all out."

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(3rd Person POV)

Overtime, your comments really started to bug Spencer. Your tone, your bitter words, kept repeating in his mind and for the millionth time he wished that he didn't have an eidetic memory. He couldn’t believe you had spoken to him that way. You had never expressed that type of rage before.

He had known you for practically his entire life and you had never steered him wrong, always being the person to try and draw him out of his shell. Always his defender, his best friend until you two had started drifting apart after you graduated and he joined the FBI. Even then, you would try to call once every month, trying to keep updated with him, his life, job, mother, etc.

Spencer usually had a good intuition about people, and Mattie seemed lovely enough, so why would Y/n tell him all those awful things about the woman he had start to care for?

"You know, Y/n told me that you used to know each other in high school. What was that like? Were you guys friends?" He tried to subtly press the subject. Mattie laughed, taking a sip of her drink and leaning her head on her hand, eyes slightly glossing over in a nostalgic manner.

"Well, I used to pick on her." She shrugged, taking a bite of her food like what she had just said was nothing. "I mean, she deserved right?" Spencer was in the middle of picking up his glass to take a sip when he stopped at her remark.

"What do you mean by that?" Mattie seemed confused that she was even asked a question like that but out of the corner of her mind, she remembered that someone like him didn't attend their high school.

"She was like a blister, ugly to look at, you know. She always had to let everyone know how she was smarter then everyone else. She didn't let me cheat or anything and... well, just annoying really. She hasn't changed much since high school." Spencer seemed to stare at her for what felt like an eternity.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Mattie's brows raised. "I mean, you've known her for a little while right? Isn’t she just…annoying? I mean, she asked you to marry her because she's too pathetic to find herself an actual fiancé." Spencer couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, and had to stop his jaw from dropping. It all made sense now, everything you said!

"Oh my- I actually defended you against her! I'm so stupid, I should have known Y/n would never lie to me! She never has before!" Spencer stood up, running his hands over his face angrily. "You…I can't even come up with any words to describe a snake like you!" He stormed off, already trying to work on how to fix everything he did.

"Does this mean we’re breaking up?" She screeched, and Spencer ignored her, running outside to hail a cab. He quickly dialed your number and the call ended up going straight to voicemail. A second and third time, voicemail. Either something was wrong or you were still pissed off. Yo had every right to be. Oh god, why didn’t he listen to you?!

After yelling your address to the cab driver, he dialed Morgan, quickly explaining everything that had developed recently. Being Spencer's friend, Morgan tried not to judge too harshly, but couldn’t help the exasperated sigh that escaped his mouth as he said, "Sounds like she's in love with you, you idiot. You don't even have to be a profiler to figure that one out buddy."

"Well- I- I- Uh-" Spencer stumbled a bit, his brain fried. "Spencer,' his friend scolded through the phone speaker. How do you feel about Y/n?" Morgan was met with silence and he sighed. "What I mean is…. can you be yourself around Y/n? Do you think about her when she isn’t in the room? How would you feel if she had asked someone else to be in your shoes hm?" Spencer stayed quiet for another moment.

If I'm honest, I'm more comfortable with her then anyone, even you guys. I think about her a lot, although recent thoughts weren't exactly….romantic. If she had asked someone else,' Spencer whistled lowly. "I wouldn’t have…I… I don’t like that question. She asked me, that's that." He answered, brows furrowing when he heard his friends laughter on the other end of the line.

"Then she's the one. Simple as that. "

"I…have to go. I'll talk to you later." He hung up when he saw your house approaching in the window of the cab, exiting the vehicle and throwing a random wad of cash at the driver, bolting for the guest house. He fumbled with the keys before finally opening the door.

"Y/n! Y/n!" He yelled throughout the guest house, realizing you were gone. He ran over to the main house, which was locked, and looked through all the windows like a mad man. He dialed your number 2 more times and grunted loudly when your automated voice message met his ears instead of your voice. His phone rang just before he was able to dial your number again, and he immediately answered it. "Y/n?"

"Her mother." An unamused voice greeted his ears. "Listen, before you say another word, Y/n's father is at the hospital, not that you seem to care. Hopefully I haven’t interrupted your making out sessions hm? Anyways, just figured I'd let you know since you seemed so eager to be a part of this family…" Your mother snapped, hanging up.

The hospital?

"Oh no.." He mumbled dialing for a cab, only thinking of you.

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ishqbaaz 23.03.17 lb

already dreading today’s episode coz i know it’s going to be full of pinky/kameeni drama 😣😣😣

ouffffffff, kameeeeni ka phone tha. 😒😒😒

ooooh man those donuts look good as heck. give meeee. 🤤🤤🤤

kameeeeni, you are so fucking shadyyyy. 😑😑😑

everyone is side-eyeing suddenly patriarchal shivaaaay. 😂😂😂

oh boy. here we go. 😬😬😬

“aapko moooh lagaaayega kaun???” 

OMFG I CANNOT POSSIBLY LOVE PINKY ANY MORE THAN I DO 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

MUMMMAYYYYYYYY 😂😂😂

howwwww is he changing his facial expression like that??? 😧😧😧

also, stop it, you shadyass fucker. ppl can tell what you’re thinking if you’re gonna use your face as an imax screen for your emotions. 🙄🙄🙄

idiotttttttttt. whyyyy would you keep it in the trolley of all places, when there’s sooooooo many cupboards around you? 😑😑😑

you’re not haaaaalf as suave as you think, ulhas. 🙄🙄🙄

oufffffff. and the yelling has begunnnn. 😫😫😫

kameeeeni is suchhhh a fucking bitch. 😠😠😠

OK THE FACT THAT “SHIVAAY” ISN’T SAYING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW IS THE SHADIEST SHIT EVER. 😐😐😐

how does anika know? was goldsmith one of her part time hustles? 🤔🤔🤔

OMFG CAN YOU SHUT THE F UP KAMEEEENI. 😤😤😤

this episode is giving me a damn headache. 🤕🤕🤕

meanwhile shivaay is expecting cellphone network in the bumfuck middle of nowhere. 🙄🙄🙄

lord above, please don’t break this phone in your frustration. it’s the only lifeline you have rn. 😑😑😑

OUFFF ANIKA AB TUMHARI INTUITION KO KYA HUAAAAAA. PICK UP THE PHONEEEEEEEE 😩😩😩

ok this bitch is running her mouth way too much about pinks moms and i am this close to whupping her ass, since no one else will defend my mummmaaayyy 😡😡😡

fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk youuuuuuuuuuuu tejjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

OH MY GOD SO MUCH DRAAAAAAMAAAAAA 😫😫😫

why the fuckkkkkkkkkk would you even want a rishta with kameeni after the shit she’s been spewing???? what is wrong with you ppl??? do none of you have the vertebral column that human beings as a species have been blessed with???????? 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒

where’s anika creeping off to?? 🤔🤔🤔

yeah of course they won’t be able to talk to each other. called itttttttttt yesterday itself. 🙄🙄🙄

pft, look at the door handles. he’s so obviously been kept within the oberoi mansion set. 🙃🙃🙃

wouldn’t it be awesome if he was imprisoned in his own house and he had no idea???? now there’s a twistttttt. #hireMeToWriteTheseThings 🤓🤓🤓

WHO DAT? nice mannequin mask. 😐😐😐

… it’s the ACP, isn’t it? 🙄🙄🙄

how will you call back on an “unknown” number???? 🤔🤔🤔

“cay-bin” lol. 😅😅😅

lol, i was righttttt. such a considerate kidnapper who put shivaay in a cabin fit for SSO standards. 😊😊😊

request: can you please kidnap me from my boringass middle class life, where i have to do everything for myself??? ☹️☹️☹️

… great. the maid got killed for slipping shivaay the phone. good luck living with the guilt, shivaay. 😶😶😶

not that guilt is EVER an issue for shivaay. if he doesn’t think about ashok/gayatri/kali thakur/god knows how many others he’s left dead in his wake, or how he threatened rape/murder to his wife, why would he think about the deaf/mute maid?? 😗😗😗

kidnapper, if there’s one thing you should know about shivaay, it’s that he has god!level puh puh puh poker face, puh puh poker faaaaaaaaaace! 😏😏😏

DHAMKI??????? SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI KO DHAMKIIIIII????? 😟😟😟

you should have stuck it in your underwear, shivaay. no one thinks to look there. or they do, but homophobia makes them decide not to. 🙃🙃🙃

lmao, ek baar shivaay ne haath pakad li toh good luck getting out of his grip unless HE decides to let you go. 😇😇😇

… hein? chod diya???? KYUN???? 😑😑😑

whut? where did anika get kangan worth 10 crore from?????? has shivaay been giving his lady some ice ice baby without telling us???? 💍💎💍💎💍💎💍💎💍

[inquisitorextraordinaire]

Paying Back Part 1/?

You wanted to believe that you were alone, that you were the single person you could trust. But people kept coming in, unabashedly loving you for everything you were - every knick and scar and cruel word and impulse - and you felt. Scared. Because suddenly you felt something, and it wasn’t duty or obligation. It was... It was exposing, and it sank your one-man island like it was simply a raft in a lake. You weren’t sure if it was love, but you knew it was unconditional.

Staring into the mirror, Delmire exhaled slowly as she turned and looked at herself - full matte black armour fitting over her body perfectly, the deep purple designs on it streamlining her and giving the outfit a personal touch - before sighing and removing the Mandalorian helmet, turning to her Rodian companion and stating blandly, "... I'm sorry Zigs, this doesn't suit me." She stated, feeling bad for not liking the gift that her companion had clearly painstakingly gotten for her from Mandalore somehow. The entire suit was beautiful, but she felt wrong wearing it. It wasn't meant for her, even when designed solely for her to adorn it, and that was the shit part of the gift.

Turning to look at Delmire as she stated this, the eldest Bingo brother came out fully from behind his changing screen in a tidy suit, him admiring himself in the same mirror Delmire had been looking in as he pulled a large gold chain on around his neck, commenting firmly, "Spacer, y'be lookin' like yous belongs in dat dere uniform. God fuck if y'ain't meant tah look likes a 'dalorian." He stated firmly, patting the helmet under her arm and giving her a look, then promptly stepping away and turning in a circle, asking, "What ya sink? Lookin' like I'mma one'a dems big time gangstahs, yeah?" He joked happily, rolling up the sleeves of the suit and striking a pose before starting to laugh.

Rolling her eyes at her companion, Delmire shook her head before setting the helmet down and beginning to remove the armour, Ziggy looking away uncomfortably as the Toydarian removed her top, both of them very aware of the two large scars vertically cutting down her shoulder blades - marks from where wings used to be, a long story that both Delmire and Ziggy often tried to pretend never happened - as Del quickly went to pull her shirt on to conceal the markings once again, her toning blandly, "You just want someone to believe you have a Mandalorian guard so Tigelle quits putting bounties on your ass. I should just let her blast you full of holes." She commented tersely, scolding her friend for his personal slights against the wrong people to mess with.

Grunting in disapproval at Delmire's comment, the Rodian dragged his fingers through the grown-out spines cresting his skull, pulling an elastic out of his pocket and tying the mess of tresses back out of his face while he buzzed, "That dame jus' wan's mah skins 'coz I dun broked her cold, dead 'eart." He commented briskly, trying to not look agitated by the mention of the second angriest person in his life, the first being his own brother Moji. On a good day, the Rodian thief and con artist only had Kingpin Tigelle Till and head hunter Moji Bingo on his ass, but those days have been becoming increasingly less due to the pastimes Ziggy chose to partake in. Del understood somewhat - it could be very easy to piss off the wrong people when one lurked on the bad side of space like the two of them - but at the same time, the two most dangerous people in Ziggy's life were products of his own cowardice. Sometimes Delmire even questioned if he'd want to backstab her as well for the sake of saving himself.

Shrugging off her suit and folding , Del kept changing into her regular clothes and ignoring Ziggy's poor excuses, retorting, "No, you stole her ship, stole three of her brothel maids, and made off with three thousand credits to pay off a gambling debt to her ex. You can say you broke her heart, but I think she's mad about all that other stuff." She stated, watching her friend shake his head but not refute her statement as Del pulled her vest on and buckled her holsters, turning and facing Ziggy while toning, "Look, if that's everything you wanted from m-"

"-Ya gots it, right? Ah, ya mama's light-blade?" He asked abruptly, fiddling with the hem of his collar as he continued, "Could'ja... Could'ja shows it tah me, Spacer?" He inquired, clearly unsure of if he was overstepping a boundary just as Del paused - thinking - before sighing and turning to fumble with the cylindrical holster resting along her tailbone, removing the weapon and balancing it in her grasp for a moment before turning it on. Large green blade zinging to life as the pirate held it out, almost as if she was scared of it, Ziggy scolded, "Damned well holds it likes it be meant fo' ya, Spacer! It yours! Show me what ya looks like as a fancy Jedi! Put on a show!" He prodded, figuring Del was in a semi-malleable mood while she shook her head in disapproval.

Huffing, Del replied dejectedly, "Zigs, I don't really wanna-"

"-No! Spacer, ya fuckin' act likes yous gots it in yer blood tah be a Jedi, y'hear?! Ya part Jedi, ya act like ya knows it! Do it likes ya Mama woulda!" He defended, stamping a smooth, silver boot down on the floor while pumping his two fists in the air and causing Del to jump, her shooting a hard glare at her pushy Rodian friend before getting into a stance and holding the lightsaber defensively, blade close enough to her face that she could feel the power buzzing off of it in electric waves as Ziggy nodded in approval, "See? Ya looks likes yous a Jedi! Ya looks like..." He started, pausing and swearing under hie breath for a moment before continuing, "... Ya looks like ya mama. From all'a dems stories 'bout her, y'know? It suits ya."

Shaking her head at Ziggy's comment, Delmire got out of her silly pose and turned off the weapon, holstering it again and crossing her arms as she scuffed her boots against the floor, stating blandly, "... I'm not my mom, Zigs. She was... She was trained. She was strong and powerful and known and, well, a legend. I'm a scavenger that ended up getting turned into the worst pirate ever. I'm not special." Del defended, brows furrowing as she tried to remember her parents more clearly - them always not seeming all that real in her memories, almost like they were just placeholders in her mind to fill in the gaps at times - and quickly gave up on the endeavour, Delmire huffing, "And really, only people your age remember them. The Jedis. The legendary Force Knights. People my age? Nothing. Nothing to no one. And I'm no different. I'm not-" She started to ramble, quickly getting cut off in her downward spiral as her comm-system pinged.

Scowling and pulling the device out, Delmire flipped the holo-caller on just as Cam's face popped up, them looking nervous and dishevelled as they quickly barked, "Del? Del, you stupid guncta! If- If you get this, just. There's a problem. On Takodana. I-I mean, I'm no expert, but AT-ATs setting fire to everything is usually a bad sign, and Geht hasn't been able to boost his ship yet. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if you left us to die, but maybe don't be a total ass and help?!" They yelled, the sounds of trees splintering and the message cutting out for a moment before coming back on, Cam pleading, "Del. Delmire. Look, I get it. I've been a jackass. But. Please. Please. Come hel-" Before the signal cut out entirely, just the holo-screen and the painful buzzing of a lost connection filling the air, Delmire finally releasing the breath caught in her throat as she looked down at Ziggy.

Exchanging nervous expressions, Ziggy growled before starting to hastily remove his nice suit, barking in annoyance, "Y'knows, yo frins gots tah git their shit down! I mean, callin' an outlaw?! 'Cause they ain't gots no other choice, pro'lly, but fuck!" He rambled, running behind the screen and pulling on his combat gear while commanding, "Spacer, ya put ya new duds on, y'hear? I ain't gonna lose mah only frin 'cos sum no good Jedis ain't know how tah boost a fuckin' ship, ya got it?"

"Wait, what?" Del asked rather stupidly, still stunned and trying to shake off the shock before stamping her foot down and demanding, "And who fucking said you're coming?! They called me, they don't expect one of the top outlaws on the galaxy to come and-" She started, getting cut off quickly as Ziggy threw his boot over the top of the screen he was changing behind, the shoe meeting it's mark and perfectly smacking Delmire in the head as she yelped in surprise.

Defending darkly, Ziggy snapped, "No, they di'n't, but I ain't gonna leave ya ass tah go an' haul Jedis like dat be ya day job! Now shut ya grub-masher an' git ya gear on! If th'planet goin' down in flames we ain't gonna have a matin' season tah rub rancors in 'fore some'ne gets torched!" He barked, running out from behind the screen as he pulled his visor and holsters on, gloves in his mouth as he ran out of the room they were in on his space station while he yelled back, "I'll gets Glunko an' Rigby tah load up mah ol' Frigate, ya fuckin' dress an' meet me in th'hangar. An' hurry, ya dumb spacer guncta!" He stated as he ran out, leaving Delmire alone in the Rodian's private quarters.

Pausing and debating on wether or not she should change, Delmire exhaled and picked up her backpack, something wrapped falling out of one of the side pockets as she scowled and picked up the object, unwrapping it and biting her lower lip as she lifted a knotted bracelet up, memories flashing in Del's mind as she gazed at it.

Smiling, Geht held the misshapenly wrapped package out to Del as they sat around the fire Cam had started, Ko poking her head over the scavenger's shoulder as he chimed, "Go on! Open it! I mean, it isn't the best, but it's-"

"I tied it all together, Geht only carved the wooden beads on it!" Ko interjected, bouncing on the balls of their feet excitedly as the pirate unwrapped the small parcel and gazed down at the clear white Kyber crystal bracketed by two round wooden beads, the craftsmanship fumble and rushed, but the markings clear and distinct on the dark wood while Del held up the bracelet as Ko clapped excitedly, tuning brightly, "Ah, we hope you like it! I mean, it isn't great, but you mentioned that your birthday was a month ago and you didn't tell us? So we were at a wit's end trying to pull together something for you!"

Nodding quietly, Delmire admired the clear crystal in the light of the crackling fire, Cam standing at the very edge of where the light reached and leaning against a tree as they muttered, "... I got the crystal. It was meant to be for e new weapon for myself, but Geht and Ko defended that birthdays were important and it was needed. You're welcome." They stated rather snidely, not looking back at the other three as Camren brooded at the edge of the firelight, going back to ignoring everyone as Geht stuck his tongue out in their direction and Ko rolled their eyes at the sour attitude from the other Force user.

Still nodding slowly, Delmire clutched the crystal in her palm - feeling the strong pulse of power running through it, for some reason hearing a melodic hum emitting from the small crystal - before looking over at Geht and Ko, stating quietly, "Uh, thanks. You really didn't need to get me anything, but I appreciate it. I probably won't wear it, though. I... Don't think it'd hold up to how rough I can be." She commented blandly, trying to sound grateful - which she was - but also not wanting anyone to be disappointed when she wasn't spotted with it on.

Smiling and not even blinking at Delmire's comment, Ko chimed warmly, "That's fine! I mean, I didn't really expect you to wear it much, anyways! Someday you might want a lightsaber, and then you can use that and make one! Even if you aren't attuned to it, it'd be good practice for if you went and found a Kyber crystal of your own to use!" The rogue charmed, clearly pleased with themself as Del snorted at their enthusiasm, nodding.

"Yeah. I'll remember to consider it. And... Thanks."

Sighing and shaking her head after recalling the three people who had gifted her the small trinket, Del got up from the floor and sluffed her bag onto her shoulder, pocketing the crystal bracelet and grabbing the Mandalorian armour before trudging out of the room and towards the space station hangar, her climbing into Ziggy's Frigate ship and dropping her bag into L1-66's lap as she began to change right there in the cockpit, the Rodian getting the ship off and into hyperdrive towards the other system, Libb asking in confusion, "Now, brush me up on everything. We're going to traverse to a planet being overtaken forcibly by the Order it seems and simply to save a few renegades? I'd like to inform everyone that we were very safe back on Thief Ziggy's station." He commented, copiloting for the Rodian as Delmire pulled on her suit quickly, snapping on her vambraces and hissing back.

"No, Libb. We aren't saving renegades, we're saving... Friends. And you know very well that we don't leave friends behind. Right, Zigs?" Delmire stated, looking over at the Bingo brother and watching his antenna twitch before he begrudgingly nodded, muttering under his breath.

"... I shoulda stayed a fuckin' coward when I had th'chance. Dis hero shit ain't mah style..."

((Geht belongs to @caezsucksdangs, Camren belongs to @kalamitis, Ko-Brii belongs to @fef-x-kan, and Delmire, Libb, and Ziggy belong to myself.))