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koobiie · 5 months ago
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put together a one page zine about bird calls based on my observations!
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jamisonwritestf2trash · 1 year ago
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[resting in bed, kicking their feet and slaying the fluffy pink pajamas as well as bright fluffy pink socks —for real—] Teehee, I have a writing prompt for you!
Which kind of pajamas the mercs use? How do they sleep with them?
Take care! ^-^
What Kind Of Pajamas Do The TF2 Mercs Wear?
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Sometimes I forget people have nice pajamas, I wear a pair of thrifted men's pajama pants with holes and a hoodie 😭 (I love it dw)
Mutual appreciation comment time! Love seeing you pop up! I'm always like ❗️that's my mutual! They're so cool!!!
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Demo- This man wears wine mom pj's and I will die on this hill. He wears a shirt that says "wine o'clock!" And has pajama pants with little wine glasses and bottles on them. Has multiple other wine pun-themed pajama shirts, each time he wears one you can feel Scout physically cringe. He's just so silly like that. But I don't think he sleeps in the wine shirts, he just wears them when he has to put a shirt on after he's ready for bed. Also has wine socks, to match his whole outfit ofc.
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Engineer- Wears dad pajamas. I'm sorry. But like? He seems like the kind of guy to wear thick ass flannel pajama pants with an equally as thick matching button-up. He's got fuzzy slippers (also flannel). Wears socks with those silly dad socks. Wears the entire get up to bed every night. Such a silly goose!
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Heavy- Genuinely wears old man pajamas. Wears a plain T-shirt, some warm pajama pants, and a robe. Has bunny slippers, please let me give this man bunny slippers. I don't know guys, in my head, he's so cartoonish. Sleeps in a bed with a patterned comforter has his slippers on and likes handing out the blanket bc it's too small. Ough, silly guy.
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Medic- I'm frothing at the mouth. But I'm also torn. I want to say he dresses up in that goofy-looking "Christmas Carol" nightgown with a nightcap and everything but at the same time? I can imagine this man in either white, pink, or red, silk pajamas, you know the ones. In my mind, fits his whole teen girl vibe. This all implies he sleeps, which is a rarity, but when he does it is very glamorous.
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Scout- Minecraft pajamas. Kidding! Half kidding? I think he sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers instead of actual pajamas. Minecraft t-shirts and themed boxers? Yeah. Has some thick pairs of clothes for colder nights. Mainly just some nice pajamas pants and a thick hoodie.
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Sniper- No pajamas. Wears jeans and a tank top, and a T-shirt if it's chilly. I don't think this man has ever worn pajamas. But in fairness, I don't think he ever continuously falls asleep. Just works and works and ends up passing out in whatever he's wearing. If he ever does finally decide to actually get some rest he has been known to just sleep in boxers.
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Spy- Old Hollywood robe. All I need to say. Has an intense sleep routine, wears an eye mask, puffs up all his pillows, and flops onto his bed dramatically with a sigh after a long day. Dramatic bitch. (loving) Sleeps with a blanket pulled up to his chin, and has like eight fans going. Has to have specific conditions to sleep. Crazy man.
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Soldier- I can't tell if this man respects the flag code with every fiber of his being or if he'd wear an entire American flag-themed pajama set. I'll go with a mix of both. Wears sweatpants and one of those cliché 4th of July t-shirts that every beer drinking white dad wears. Or he doesn't wear anything, the TF2 fandom has seemed to deam this man someone who doesn't understand the importance of clothes.
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Pyro- Unicorn onesie! Or some other form of onesie. They aren't particular. They like comfortable clothes and bonus points if it's really cute too. Has a collection of them. One time Pyro saw Ppy wearing an eye mask and bought one to try. Looks very silly on top of their gas mask. Overall, all these guys are really silly.
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Used the word silly way to much. Probably used goofy too much too. I was in a mood you could say.
I hope you like this! This was a favorite to write:) Sorry it took so long, I got way too tired last night to finish this. Also, hope I answered the question right because I kept second-guessing myself halfway through each one 😭
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lurking-latinist · 1 month ago
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I was tagged by @quatregats for this meme:
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
I would love to do this! I don't have too many Ws actually IP, but I can add in some probably-never-going-to-be-finished files - which usually have the more interesting names anyways. For me, stories that actually get written always seem to be called something like "[character] angst" when in draft
Doctor Who
"sixriver angst"
"Sevenromana country house mystery"
"vampire thing"
"Mel fixes Blake's 7"
"Two/Romana"
"Now I am two-and-twenty" (or: "And never brought to mind") - this one has more title than content I think!
"Vid ideas" - this is a file of vid ideas, but I would be happy to tell you about my vid ideas (they are all above my skill level)
"Parent trap AU"
"Kira & Jo crossover"
"Ace inherits the role"
"Seven/Romana - rainbow (-> portrait)"
"Seven and Amy"
"Twelve & Evelyn"
"Six & Evelyn Goose"
Age of Sail
"Hornblower/DW"
"hornblower's metafictional suffering"
"Tribbles on the Surprise"
"Hornblower/ship"
"Hornblower S1E1 fic"
There's a lot more than I expected, and I would really love to show off some of them (especially the maybe-never-finished ones that nevertheless have some good writing in them!), so please do send asks!
Tagging @heimeldat, @swinging-stars-from-satellites, @thewatercolours, @incomingalbatross, @animate-mush and/or anyone who feels like doing it!
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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years ago
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Soup is for nerds
WOW ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE DONE ONE OF THESE!!
Welcome back to the Shaw Pack Mates Super top secret and totally unknown by anyone outside of the group groupchat. (Name trademarked by Angel.)
Whether these are real conversations I’ve overheard/seen/partaken in or not is entirely unknown and shall stay that way.
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CW: Crack, Angel needs to learn what boundaries are but not in a toxic way, Sam is asking for a god to save him he’s not picky on which god he’ll even rely on science it doesn’t even need to be religious, Sweetheart please for the love of the universe put the cat down, Baabe why are you just sitting there laughing?
Actual CW: Crack, mentions to others being sneaky link/hoes/sluts but in a friendly platonic way, GN listeners. Any reference to gendered terms is purely for the memes and not to be taken seriously.
<-- Previous _______ Next -->
Redacted Masterlist
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Angel: im so disappointed in u all
Sam: Oh dear. What’s upset you now?
Angel: is that lip im hearing
Baabe: if my boss finds out im on my phone right now im so dead. so whats wrong bb?
Sweetheart: Tracking down a covert breaker. Cant talk rn.
Sam: Now I’m actually concerned. Is this genuine, or is Angel being Angel again?
Angel: not one of u said ‘congrats on ur nuptials’
Sam: I wasn’t aware anyone called marriage nuptials anymore, but also if I’m not mistaken you two have yet to have your wedding since you both are still planning it?
Baabe: CONGRATS ON YOUR NUPTIALS YOU SILLY GOOSE
Angel: this is why im marrying with baabe
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Baabe: LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
Angel: ooooooo teeaaaaa
Sweetheart: That’s what he said.
Sam: I think one day I will gather the strength to leave this groupchat.
Angel: oh ill just add u back and then kidnap u to drag u to my basement so u cant ever try to leave me again
Sam: Angel what the fuck.
Angel: HE DIDNT USE A COMMA IM THE REAL WINNER HERE
Baabe: to defeat the huns~
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Angel: im so upset rn its not even funny like i cant live laugh love under these conditions
Baabe: aweeee what’s wrong bby?
Sam: Is there something I could do to help? I will if I can.
Angel: hang on i gotta wait for sweetheart to respond so i can get all the attention necessary
Sweetheart: Sorry I was just filming a tiktok with Aggro. Whats up
Angel: perfect all my three hoes are here
Sam: I resent being called that, but I also recognize my powerlessness in getting you to change it, so continue.
Angel: do yall even have any clue how expensive it is to buy a mcdonalds bouncy house
Sweetheart: Why are you trying to buy a bouncy house
Baabe: ngl i’m kinda curious about that too
Angel: well i could just buy it because ur bitch is rich rich but i share a joint account with my mega alpha gigachad of a finance so i cant buy it without him noticing but i wanna keep it a surprise so theres just a bouncy house in our backyard when he comes home
Sam: Don’t you mean your ‘fiance’?
Angel: no i mean finance im just with davey for his money but my real loves is my three hoes in this gc
Sweetheart: Youre so romantic Angel
Baabe: ikr? like just marry me already
Angel: anyways this is my way of asking u to buy me a bouncy house who wants the privilege
Angel: DONT JUST LEAVE ME ON READ YOU SLUTS
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Angel: SOS
Baabe: whats wrong sneaky link?
Sam: Once again, I am confused whether or not this is a serious thing or Angel is playing up the dramatics again.
Sweetheart: I can send you a picture of my son if that will help
Angel: yes pls i miss my baby boy Angel: and also were out of sugary cereal and davey is making me eat his yucky worm food
Sweetheart: WHY DID YOU WRITE SOS? THIS IS A 911 EMERGENCY!
Baabe: dw bb i got u. just ask him why hes giving you his dog food.
Angel: oooo good idea hell take it away then and tell me to just starve and give me the chance to naruto run to sams house for breaky
Sam: Now hold on just a minute. I don’t recommend doing that Angel, also I don’t need to eat food and Darlin isn’t here for me to have any reason to make breakfast. I think you’ll survive a morning without your cereal.
Angel: YALL HE THREW A PLASTIC SPOON AT ME HALP
Baabe: MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
Sweetheart: rip
Angel: You’re next. - David
Baabe: oh fuck
Sweetheart: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
Sam: rip
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bella-rose29 · 7 months ago
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episode 5 commentary - Death Is Coming
the usual warnings of swearing and lack of context, as well as a lot of comments on hands and arms and obviously spoilers for both the series and the books
girl has stare down with a skull in a jar
omg it's been so long since I watched and I forgot how pretty lockwood is
OMG HE ASKS IF SHE WANTS JUICE
WHAT IF THE JUICE IS ORANGE AND HAS BITS IN
lolllll George is shipping already and the episode only just started
Georgie needs more sleep
lockwood takes the Mum Stance
I always think that the DEPRAC van is a lego van bc it's yellow
ohhh you can really see how big the coat is on lockwood :(((
ooo nice detail with the lavender pin that he has
'wILL yOu cAN iT pAm'
hands
ugh Lockwood's so pretty
Georgie noo
'bobby Vernon will have been at it since dawn'
'alarming how quickly you got into character' (code for: I am completely in love with you')
careful Georgie that's a lot of blood
ew dead body
'I know him' YOU CAN SEE HOW UPSET HE IS BUT HE'S GONNA HIDE IT BC HE FEELS THE NEED TO BE STRONG ALL THE TIME
I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG
CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU ARE HOW DO YOU DO THE MICRO EXPRESSIONS SO WELL
ohhh lockwood is trying so hard to not be upset and it breaks my heart :((( poor boy
✨swagger✨
I want an epic breakfast
'I hardly knew him' BOY DON'T-
wow she's a bitch let my boy do research
get away from Georgie you bitch
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'when am I not nice' Luce I hate to break it to you
Lucy that is very clearly a ghost and not a real baby
silly goose behaviour
'I did' QUEEN
'who's the latest slapper?' ICONIC
'oh wow, a female serial killer? aspirational, why don't you stick it on a t-shirt'
I love lockwood bc he makes sure the remains go to a good home AND Flo gets her money
ohhhh I just had a Thought! what if one of the reasons they made Joplin a woman was to draw parallels between her and Mary dulac??? one of the headlines on the papers is 'mystery madwoman: Bickerstaff connection?' so maybe they wanted to repeat the past but this time make the crazy one go too far and die? idk if that even makes sense but oh well
Georgie noooo
no leave him alone
let him go clean the oven and I'll be there to make him a tea
WIFE BEHAVIOUR
he can't even slice toast without being Extra
JONATHAN BESTIEEEEE
'a suicide note' Lucy honey have you noticed that your bf has a tendency for suicidal things
I really wish the bisto was in the background bc that would be hilarious
'I thought you'd be dead by now' NO LETS TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT THIS
BECAUSE HE GOES FROM QUIRKING A LIL SMILE, TO LOOKING DOWN AND THE SMILE DISAPPEARING, TO INHALING AND SMILING EVEN WIDER BECAUSE HE KNOWS LUCY IS WATCHING HIM
give that boy some therapy for free
aw two nerds talking about mythology (I wish I was the other one)
also can we talk about the STAGING OF THIS SCENE??? BECAUSE JOPLIN HAS A MIRROR OVER HER LEFT SHOULDER AND GEORGE HAS ONE OVER HIS RIGHT
also George has the city lights behind him and Joplin just has the beige walls and I love that for some reason, maybe to show that George's life is bright and he's got life left in him whereas Joplin can only gain brightness from George bc she needs him for the mirror? idk if I'm explaining that right but oh well! also Joplin's mirror reflects the light behind George which is funky
just you wait for my next analysis of the show which is almost certainly gonna be on the use of mirrors lol
THE STAGING AGAIN
FILMING THEM IN THE MIRRORS
I LOVE THIS GHOST SHOW
'how did you meet Flo?' 'can't remember. ages ago' LOL HE'S HIDING THE FACT HE GOT HIS ASS BEATEN
ohhh the green lighting
'I'm not worried. are you?' well not when you say it like that
while I do love this show I am very sad we didn't see more of lockwood using disguises
of course he knows how to pick locks
I don't like it either Lucy dw
I love how jarringly innocent the stuffed bear is compared to the fact that they're in the warehouse of a family with a significantly traumatised boy
lockwood and kids <3
sack of potatoes
I cannot stop thinking about the fact that she must be dragging the Actual Cameron Chapman out by his feet
Georgie noooooo
idk why he's looking around bc he doesn't have his glasses on so he can't see shit
I shouldn't feel the way I do about lockwood regaining consciousness but the expressions- I just- hmm
'I'm a burglar, you should call the police' honey not one of your better lies
no bc why when I first watched this did I think that winkman was the same actor as Pekka Rollins
winkman: 'shall I draw some pretty pictures on your pretty little face'
lockwood: 'omg you think I'm pretty?? 🤭🥰'
ohhh I'm getting inspiration for a fic I started planning 👀
I can't imagine having to pretend you're being electrocuted like how do you know how to act that
I feel like something can be said about Leopold wearing red and mrs winkman (I forgot her first name WAIT ADELAIDE) also wearing red but idk what
omg hedgehogwood
winkman is actually so funny *points at lockwood* *puts hand over heart* 'ohhh' he's literally us
aw lockwood pls don't say that she's got more to live for than you :(((
omg Lucy tells Leopold to get out the way <333 she'll regret that :D
this couple loves setting fires
Georgie seriously how are you without your glasses rn
green light green light green light
funny looking bird you got there george
'total psychos' dude-
'I prefer to call it a noble sacrifice' NO I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT
greeeeeeen lightssssss
'what is going on with you' Cameron Chapman Acts his Fucking Face Off
omg lockwood saw the knife and then looked out the door to see what was there
that's such an awful angle to be lying down
omg poor lockwood
the way he's sat in that final frame breaks my heart bc he's literally just had someone else die in his home :(((
wow what a depressing note to end on
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slytherinshua · 5 months ago
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BRO ZANS LET ME TELL YOUUU LIFE HAS VEEN SO BUSY 😞😞😞
before I do so though I LOVE YKU TOO so much UGH 😖 and I am back the drought is over ‼️ (for now)
I got my important result two days ago, on the 13th AND IT WAS GREAT RAAAAAHH 🦅🦅🦅 (wooo 🥳) but then ON THE SAME DAY I was faced with a hellish fever and it was like 101 °F and I had it on the 14th as well and so I was like that 💔and we couldn't go out anywhere either. And today (15th) was my first day of the new school year 💔💔💔💔 so I went and I'm sooo tired now I've been up since 5:30 am and it's almost 10:30 pm. SCHOOL WAS SO TIRING (always 😞) BUT UT WASN'T BAD. Tomorrow is another day 😔 I have an assignment to complete over the weekend, and I have to study other stuff too because I WILL be an academic weapon 💪 (pls 🙏)
IT'S ALSO SO HOT I HATE SUMMER WHEN WILL IT ENDDD 🗣️🗣️
anywho it's been a jolly busy few days, and unfortunately it only gets busier from here 🙁
ALSO ME WHEN BONEDO COMEBACK SOOOOOON 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 THE VIBE IS SO IMMACULATE THEY'RE GOING TO EAT IT UPPP ROCKSTAR TAESAN IS SO REALLL they're literally doing this for me as an early birthday gift ‼️
anyway, I hope you've been taking good care of yourself 🌷🌷🌷 what's been uppp did your paternal family come? I hope it isn't too hectic and stuff :( gonna head to sleep now, but you have a GREAT DAY 🫵🤍 LY
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AWWW GOOSE :((( UGH ILY I WAS WORRIED THAT SMTH HAPPENED AND SUSPECTED U WERE SICK CAUSE U WERENT AROUND <//3 are you feeling better now tho?? ALSO YAY WE LOVE A GOOD RESULT IM SO PROUD!!!!
omg new school year.... ew.... im scared to start mine but also optimistic at the same time (hopefully it doesn't go downhill) GOOSE OUR ACADEMIC WEAPON FR!!!!!!
YES OMG IM SO EXCITEDDD ‼️‼️‼️ lets ignore the fact that when i first saw the title i thought it said "woo" and not 19.99 IT WAS THE FONT OKAY THE FONT WAS CONFUSING SKDJFKS LMAO
i have dw 🥹 and my family will be coming tomorrow night !!!! i'm so excited :(( i hope you sleep love <333 i'll have a good day of cleaning the house for guests lmao 🦅🦅🦅
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lovesosweeet · 1 year ago
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better left unsaid // cth
chapter twenty one
in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.
calum hood x fem!oc
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august 29, 2018 uncasville, connecticut calum 
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something strange about being away from Orion for this long. It’s almost been a month, and we still talk almost every day. I know I can’t expect for things to feel all that normal. I left her alone in LA. She has a life there. I’m busy, touring with the band.
I think days like today are when I feel it the most. We’re in a random ass city in New England. We have a show tonight, but today we aren’t doing press, and there’s not exactly a lot to do in Connecticut. It’s just another day with the boys, whom I love dearly, but don’t exactly have a lot of fresh topics to talk to them about. 
At least it felt okay to sleep in this morning. A lot of days it feels like a waste of being in a cool city or a waste of being close to family to sleep in, but in Uncasville, Connecticut, sleeping until 11 feels like an appropriate start to the day. 
I wake up to a few texts from Orion, which is unsurprising but always good to see. 
From: my love + stars good morning hi hello i couldn’t sleep last night i am zombie today running on hella coffee i think duke misses you he keeps going into your studio and pacing around it’s so sad do you think he can come to the venue in san diego? omg i can get him a little shirt that says “i <3 5sos” can you imagine if i do that you have to post it to your story so the fans can see they would die hope you have so much fun in the fantastic town of uncasville today!!!!
To: my love + stars it’s always a good morning when i can hear from you! very good morning to you my very beautiful girlfriend my favorite zombie you can eat my brains if you want send me duke pics rn i miss him too please bring him!!!! i’m pretty sure dogs are allowed. i will riot if not. yknow you could post it yourself. just make your profile public ya silly goose. the fans love you now.
From: my love + stars cal if you ever don’t hear from me in the morning you need to call the cops i will always say hi asap i will eat your brains first look how cute dukey is!!!!!!! Images attached (3) they occasionally tOleRaTE me NOW. the tables could turn at any time.
To: my love + stars i will never call the cops on you you can do no wrong even if you eat my brains don’t tell duke’s mom but i think i miss my son more than i miss his mom (I AM KIDDING I PROMISE) literally the only reason the tables would turn is if you were a shitty person and you’re the best person i know so you’re good of course only go public if you want but just sayin the world would be a better place if everyone could see your beautiful sunset selfies
From: my love + stars somebody call 911 shawty’s lying to me on the dance flo it’s ok if you miss duke more than me i am not offended i swear you know i won’t go public i just don’t need that chaos in my life i love quietly lurking on stan twitter from my burner account
To: my love + stars i am not lying i miss you more than i have ever missed anyone duke is close second dw it could be a rush to go public for a day and then go back private see what happens
From: my love + stars stop you’re gonna make me cry in the club rn it would be not fun cal you know this i’d get a bunch of DIE BITCH I COULD TAKE UR MAN IF I WANT TO YOU’RE SO UGLY and maybe a sprinkle of wow you’re kinda cool sometimes
I’m not sure how long it’s been that Orion and I are just sitting here texting each other back and forth until Ashton is giggling across the room at me.
“What are you making all those faces for, Cal?” He asks.
I flip him off. “Just texting Orion.”
“Oooh, what are you guys talking about?” Luke walks in the room, a banana in hand and Sierra trailing behind him carrying a Starbucks cup. 
I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was just telling her she should make her Instagram public, and she thinks it’d just open up a door for death threats.”
“The fans like her now, don’t they?” Luke asks. He plops down on the couch next to me, and Sierra sits on his right side. He looks around the room at all of us, searching for confirmation.
“She always gets love when I post a picture with her in it,” Ashton confirms. 
It’s no secret that I’m not exactly an active user on any social media, so even though I have millions of photos of me and Orion, I don’t share them much. That’s both due to my personal social media habits and Orion’s wishes to keep her presence on my social media to a minimum. It’s kind of like her rule for flowers — only for special occasions. 
Ashton, on the other hand, posts a few photos at a time to his story and feed pretty regularly, and more often than not, if there’s a group picture, Orion is in it. He’s also the only one that really hangs out with Orion on her own regularly, so naturally they have more photos of the two of them. That said, if she’s only getting positive comments on Ashton’s posts, I’m sure she’d get positive reactions if she shared her own.
“I’m not saying she should or shouldn’t,” Sierra starts. “But I definitely get why she doesn’t want a public profile.”
“I mean, to be fair, a lot of what she posts is of you guys,” Luke adds. He’s not wrong. Because her profile is private and she can pick and choose who follows her, she feels fine to post whatever she wants, and that means posting a lot of pictures with me, of me, and of Duke. “She definitely wouldn’t want to do that if she went public.”
I sigh, knowing that Sierra and Luke are probably right, and Orion is too, even if she’s not completely accurate with what would actually happen if she made her profile public. I decide to drop it. 
“Where’s that Starbucks at?” I decide to ask, changing the subject. I nod at Sierra’s coffee cup in her hand. 
With the address in hand, I head off to find someone to drive me to the Starbucks and go back to texting Orion. 
To: my love + stars it’s pretty early to be in the club but still don’t cry just a little over a month. we’ve got this!! only go public if you want. i support you regardless and happy to be bad cop and defend you in your comments if you needed
From: my love + stars a 2018 shakespearean level romance defending me in an IG comment section i’m a lucky girl
read next chapter
a/n: fillery chapter ik. but still plantin a seed for something later on. i posted this poll but also feel free to drop a comment on your wishes on this post too pls n thx.
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lannisterdaddyissues · 2 years ago
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hey so @interropunct and i think of you as the TC expert. we're gonna try to watch Maverick soon but i absolutely cannot watch the first one, i'll break out in 80s Hives. is there anything we need to know about the original TG going into Maverick (besides iceman was val kilmer and he was maverick's rival and idk they fly planes).
help???? thank you
omg hiii pal i am so flattered you think of me this way!! 🥹 and dw dw i also watched tgm without having seen the original top gun so there's not much you need to know going in to enjoy the experience <3
anyway other things you need to know are:
bradley bradshaw, the deuteragonist of the film, is the son of maverick's best friend (goose) who flew as his RIO (backseater) in the first movie. he died in a training accident when mav got caught in ice's jetwash. it's been ~35 years since then and mav still hasn't moved on
even if watching top gun will give you '80s hives i still must recommend the original to you even if only for you to meet goose bradshaw. he is the epitome of Too Good For This World So He Has To Die and only sociopaths do not love him
i am serious. respect the goose. he died for all our sins 🛐
now back to the topic at hand:
iceman was indeed val kilmer and mav's homoerotic rival! he and mav butted heads A LOT over the fact that mav flew very dangerously and unconventionally which put his classmates at risk. most of the iconic lines in the film stem from their arguments
in the end they overcame their differences after the "layton mission," where they fought off five enemy planes by themselves. they became top gun legends for this and also shared a gay handshake and a line about being each other's valentines after the layton mission. love wins!
despite mav now being a top gun legend, by the time tgm takes place ice is still one of the only guys in the navy who likes mav despite how he flies
penny (jennifer connelly's character) was created for tgm but they got the idea for her character from an offhand remark in the first film! this isn't important to know but i think it's neat
obligatory content warning for planes, sunsets, and male-presenting nipples! watch out for these if you're not a fan
i hope this helps!!!
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mageofseven · 2 years ago
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Ok so here are the best ones I found that have the features your MC seems to have (I happen to look very similar to your MC so I had these on stand-by 😶). I wasn’t sure what art style you were looking for, so I picked a variety of styles. I filtered by English, bc apparently they added that; it doesn’t work tho so I said “screw it” and added where the artist asks you to credit if using, so you don’t have to go on a goose chase while also trying to use picrew for the first time 😅. If you don’t like any of these, I’ll try to send some mieker.io instead! Sorry it took me a century and a half to send this ask btw; my internet is a slow hoe ✋🥲
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1990109 (this one’s art style is reminiscent of obey me imo! The link they ask you to use to credit if you post or use it as a pfp is https://twitter.com/cwckrk0025. If the link is too long, just “credit to cwckrk0025 on Twitter for the pfp/avatar/MC OC” should be fine)
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1469769 (this one is so cute! This one is actually new, but looking through the options, it looks really good! The artist aded a watermark to the corner of the image that will be there when you download it that the artist request people not edit out (it’s so small, dw!), so as long as you don’t cover it up you shouldn’t have to link to anywhere, as stated by the artist!)
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1868017 (some might dislike this art style, but I love it! They also have a lot of inclusive options. Also there’s a hair option really similar to your MC’s! They ask you to credit user _f.ck.0ff_ on TikTok.)
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1986964 (this has less options, but it’s cute and could be a good pfp. The artists doesn’t explicitly ask for credit (from what I gathered of my shitty Japanese translation), as there is a watermark, but they do list their Twitter handle https://twitter.com/neko_860)
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/707090 (again, this style isn’t for everyone but I think you’ll like the options for hair and face. The artist doesn’t ask for credit when using it, so I would just link to the doll maker to be safe. They say that if you have to trim/crop the picture to make it fit as a pfp you can!)
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1394882 (this one is a little silly and juvenile, but I like it! There’s a lot of fun options, and I feel like this could fit so many cute MCs! Artist doesn’t ask for credit, so I’d just link to the doll maker if you’re crediting to be safe.)
Thank you so much! I'll go through these later and make more Elyna pics 🥰
Also, it's kinda funny that you look like my Ellie-girl. Are you her twin? Hehe~
Thank you again!
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fourtyforever · 5 months ago
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I gotchu dw
let me know if I’m reading this right - by @toastandvegemite, 13k, E. Daniel comes out and max is just being sooooooo nice and supportive (dan’s gaydar sucks). Very cute and light hearted, and a super fun read!
take it fast (kill me slow) - by alltimecharlo, 5k, E. Max’s appreciation for daniels mclaren #1 driver crop top. Short and sweet and soooo funny.
Blink Twice If You’ve Had Enough - by togenkyo, 3k, T. The long suffering third wheel Checo bible. Made me screech out loud multiple times. The author also wrote a sequel that I highly recommend as well.
me and my husband (we’re sticking together) - by @lilyrizzy, 3.5k, E. Maxiel as told through max’s Google search history over the years. Very very cute and especially fun if you’re looking to deep dive into the Lore.
cool things to say to your soulmate - by @powerful-owl and @love-leah, 14k, E. Honestly, what even is there to say. Starts with the iconic, the beloved, the impeccable soulmate goose and only goes uphill from there. I don’t just recommend this, but I consider it required Maxiel reading.
Kinda - by @formulacherry, 3k, E. Daniel figuring out his sexuality amid internal homophobia bc he finds max just that hot. Not as angsty as the premise makes it sound - more of a silly put that guy in a situation type deal, which ofc I love.
Thursday girl - by @boxboxlewis, 5k, M. Max and Daniel are outed by the press. First time I recced this I said it had an incredible emotional impact to word ratio and I stand by that. This fic makes one 🥺 out loud in my personal experience.
Anonymous by @boxboxbrioche, 26k, M. The drivers are each assigned an anonymous texting buddy to try to keep them from tearing each others heads off all the time and you’re never going to guess who max is assigned to. This fic is so sweet and so well characterized but imo the MVP is all the drama vaguely alluded to between the other drivers that had me loling the whole way through.
and now take this with a grain of salt (self rec):
Five Times Max Failed To Propose to Daniel (and one time he didn’t by yours truly, 3.5k, T. Max’s proposal plans keep getting foiled while Daniel is cheerfully oblivious. I’m pretty proud of this one, so hopefully you like it too!
hope you enjoy all of these! I prob have more, these were just the ones at the top of my go to list, so lmk if you need more recs 😎
If anyone can send me recommendations and links to the best Maxiel Fics out there I would be so happy. Feels like I spend hours on AO3 and only found a small amount of recommended ones. No Alpha/Beta stuff.. I don’t like that
xoxo
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anadorablack · 2 years ago
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Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺
[Let's go crazy over this 😘]
Jesus, @redfurrycat, do you want to murder me??? Choosing only TEN characters is like choosing between my children!!! :O (And significant others, but you get my meaning)
Alright, let's try... Sorry in advance to all those I forget... :/
Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
I think I can say with utter honesty that Loki was the first (of many) antihero(es) I fell in love with. The complexity of this man (God, sorry darling), his backstory, the tragedy of it, while remaining true to himself and to those he deems worthy of his trust and love... It's all...*chef's kiss*. And YES, I'm talking about MCU Loki because I love him most, but I also adore Comic!Loki and NorseMythology!Loki. ;)
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2. Nymphadora Tonks (Wizarding World)
I could have chosen her husband (MY husband) Remus because I LOOOOOOOVE him with all my heart, but I chose Tonks instead. You've got to understand. When the fifth book came out, I was a teenager, I was awkward, different. I dyed my hair, I was clumsy, too clever for my own good, and I was a bit of a loner. All that made me feel miserable, because why couldn't I just be like everyone else? Then, in came Tonks. Who was clumsy, different, with bubblegum-coloured hair, loyal to a fault. And who was an AUROR. A BADASS WITCH. And suddenly, it became okay to be all those things. And fuck being like everyone else. <3
3. Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)
I never watched the show. Ever. But reading extensively about Derek's character and backstory made it impossible not to love him whole-heartedly. That Sourwolf deserves the WORLD. <3
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4. Eowyn of Rohan (Lord of the Rings)
I fell head over heels for her in the movies first, then when I read her for the first time, it was game over. Tolkien may have been parcimonious with his women characters, but Eowyn entirely surpasses any other male character in my opinion (sorry Aragorn, Faramir and Pippin, you know I love you too). She's far from the damsel in distress people would make her to be, and she's badass without being less feminine for it. <3
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5. Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw (Top Gun)
Do I have to explain myself, when I've got a goose tattoed on my arm in his honour? My Polaroid-taking piano-playing moustache-wearing love. <3
6. Katsumoto Moritso (The Last Samurai)
Have I mentioned how much I love that movie, yet? :P Alright, it's my favourite movie ever: whenever I need a good cry, I just watch Katsu do his thing and I'm done for the count. Ken Watanabe giving him life after battling leukemia is even more touching, don't mind me, I'm tearing up over here.
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7. Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1)
The first Nerd of my life. <3
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8. Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family)
Before the show took everything by storm, my Wednesday spent her days looking like a psychopath and trying to kill her brother while finding out if her uncle was her uncle or not. And when I was a little girl, all I wanted, was to be like Wednesday. XD
9. The Doctor (Doctor Who)
I may be repeating myself, but I properly learnt English while watching DW. I stumbled upon Blink one night (Weeping Angels, still the creepiest villains EVER) and got hooked, even though at the time I didn't understand half of what was being said. Christopher Eccleston and David Tennant taught me English, Matt Smith made me fall more and more in love with the show, and Peter Capaldi became MY Doctor (I love grumpy assholes, as seen above). Then, Jodie became the first female Doctor, and she wasn't weaker, she wasn't more mellow, she was the same ruthless, awkward, loving but questionable alien I'd gotten to love. AND THANK CHIBNALL FOR THAT!
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10. Benji Dunn (Mission: Impossible)
I couldn't not talk about MY spy movies. The ones that are so much better than any James Bond ever made, the ones that keep me on the edge of my seat and make me fall harder and harder for its characters every instalment. And Benji is by far my favourite (Simon Pegg isn't stranger to this), and if ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM IN MI7 TOM CRUISE GETS IT!!!
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I might not tag many people, but if you want to do it, do it. ;)
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tetragonia · 2 years ago
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You’re Gonna Live Forever in Me
Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter!Female Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x  Mitchell!Female Reader
Summary: You are Maverick’ daughter. The legend himself. He watched you grew up and you always hold his hand. And now he has to give your hand to another man’s.
Warning: little bit of angst, maybe? but dw it’s a happy one. no use of (y/n). and probably bad writing since it’s my first Top Gun fic and English isn’t even my first language.
Note: this was loosely inspired by You’re Gonna Live Forever in Me by John Mayer. please go listen to the song, it’s amazing. oh, and gif belongs to the creator!
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A great big bang and dinosaurs
Fiery raining meteors
It all ends unfortunately
Maverick remembers. You were only five back then. Your ponytail bounced when Maverick pretended to attack you with a dinosaur action figure, making you giggle.
At that time, Maverick told the story of large extinct animals, including dinosaurs. He used to tell you a story before you go to bed, switching between the animals, the flowers, and even he told his experiences in the air. He was your hero, he is still. You didn't know that Mav was exhausted from work, but you asked him to tell you stories.
'More! More!' you exclaimed. Mav smiled.
'I'll tell you tomorrow, Sweetie. You need to go to prep school, remember? Now go to bed,' he kissed your temple.
'Oh, come on, Dad! One more story, please?' you gave him your best puppy eyes, making him chuckle. Maverick couldn't possibly refuse his sweet little daughter's request.
'Okay. Just one.'
And he told you about a goose that could sing and play the piano, charming everyone. You giggled excitedly, saying, 'Oh, I want to meet him!'
You didn't know Goose was a real person. Not until you were nine, anyway. You met someone called Bradley, he was a few years older than you. He came with his mother, Aunt Carole. She was so sweet and kind.
But you're gonna live forever in me
I'll guarantee, just wait and see
Maverick smiled at Penny, her eyes were full of tears. He looked around and saw Jake, Natasha, Robert, Reuben, and other aviators. He then turned his gaze to you with softness. He did not let go of his gaze in the slightest from his princess, wanting to see every moment and expression of the most precious girl to him.
Parts of me were made by you
And planets keep their distance too
The moon's got a grip on the sea
And you're gonna live forever in me
I guarantee, it's your destiny
Without you, of course, Maverick would not have become a father. He could never feel how to see you grow from a baby who enjoyed holding his hand and becoming a girl, a mature woman, who will no longer hold his hand. You have grown up and now are ready to hold another man's.
Maverick nodded slowly, so subtle that no one noticed when his gaze fell upon your hands. The hand that once never let go of his hand has now found another hand, which is stronger and more certain—Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Mav is not sad when you no longer hold his hand like you did when you were a baby, because he knows that Bradley will take care of his daughter. Maverick always trusts a Bradshaw.
Mav understands that one day, he will release you from his hand. An adorable baby has grown into a beautiful woman. You have eyes like your father and a smile like your mother. Mav knew this moment would come someday, a moment where he couldn't—and wouldn't—hold his little daughter anymore.
Life is full of sweet mistakes
And love's an honest one to make
Mav understands him pulling Rooster's papers would affect the relationship between you and Mav, also you and Rooster. He understands he's not the best father in the world, he made mistakes.
Time leaves no fruit on the tree
But you're gonna live forever in me
I guarantee, it's just meant to be
In the end, Mav will be supporting his daughter from behind. Time will make him away from you, his beloved daughter. But he was happy. He is. You will always live in him, live in his heart. You're not going to another planet, anyway. You will stay in San Diego. After all, you work here.
And when the pastor asks the pews
For reasons he can't marry you
I'll keep my word and my seat
Deep down in his heart, Mav didn't want to let go of his little daughter to go with another man. But he also wants you to feel your happiness, to feel how to live with your loved one: Bradley Bradshaw.
Anything for your happiness. And Mav will kill Bradley if he hurts youㅡhe means it.
"You are my best friend," Mav smiled when you said your wedding vow.  Your hands were in Bradley's, your gaze was steady, never leaving him. "I remember meeting this boy my age who was funny and charming. I remember him singing and playing the piano, asking me to join. I didn't know what song it was, but I joined him shouting some lyrics anyway."
You chuckled nervously. Bradley smiled warmly at you, caressing your knucles. He knew that you don't really like being the center of attention.
"You got this," he whispered. "I love you, Baby."
You fought your tears, took a deep breath and continue, "You are my best friend in this life, and best friends do everything together. I will cry with you, I will weep with you. But I also will laugh with you and share my happiness with you. I will always be there not only when you need me, but every time. As I live, and I breathe. To fly with you, to explore the world with you..."
A teardrop streamed down your right cheek. Bradley kissed your hand, giving some encouragement. Your voice dropped into a whisper, finishing your vow, "...and to grow old with you."
But you're gonna live forever in me
I'll guarantee, just wait and see
Maverick wiped his tears quietly. You will always be his little girl. Always.
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multifandoms27-blog · 3 years ago
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OMG THE LAST HCS WERE SOO GOOD( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ) I really like your writing, it's very comforting. And yes, you write pretty fast! To do even half your work, I probably have to write for a few days (perfectionism obliges).
I come here with another idea! Not yet modern!Ling ideas tho (but I'll request it if you're not tired of me by that time haha x)) I was thinking of hcs or a scenario with Ling and a jealous reader. Not the cute kind of jealous, or the mad kind— more of the anxious, scared kind of jealous. Like (gn)reader having serious self esteem issues but not wanting to like restrain their partner, scared of losing them type of deal. Angst? Fluff? Comfort? I say you decide what you'd prefer. Thank you very much!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤️
AAAAAAA THANK YOUUU <3333 And of course I'm not tired of you!! I'll never tire of you and lil' Ling!!
Sorry this took me a bit! The boyfriend got sick and I've been taking care of him
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Content: Ling Yao x GN reader!
Warnings: Detailed process of a panic attack, doubtful thoughts, but GREED COMES TO THE RESCUE, also Lust is her own warning tbh (I love her but damn-)
Notes: I've been mentally not feeling it, and I relate a little too hard to this ask, as sometimes I'll get like this with my boyfriend. I used the end to comfort myself lol. Dw, my boyfriend treats me right!! My brain is just a silly little goose trying to process 10 years of trauma lol
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Ling isn't gonna notice baby boy, baby
I headcanon Lan Fan as being somewhere between a little fruity and all the way fruity, so I don't think you'd have much to worry about with her
Riza is pretty stoic and never interacts with Ling
I don't like Winry
Let's just picture: Lust is still alive, and begins interacting with Ling cause he has Greed's philosopher's stone
It doesn't even have to be anything inherently romantic. Lust is forced to interact with Ling because he holds her "brother"
But it was one comment from her that set you off
She was in the other room with Greed, and you'd decided to listen in. They were talking about someting with Father and some guy named Hoenheim
"Honestly?" Lust said. "Your new host is really cute...too bad he's so young."
"Hm? Oh, yeah." Greed brushed her comment off and continued the conversation like before
Greed knows you and Ling are a thing and has your back. Plus Ling was freaking the fuck out in their shared headspace.
But, that was enough for you to creep away from the door and sit on the couch. Lust was attractive, and her main game was seducing men to get what she wanted...
What if she wants Ling?
What if she convinces Ling that she's better?
What if Ling changes his mind and wants to be with her instead...?
So many what if's swam through your head. Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, your lungs feeling like they weren't getting enough air, your eyes stinging with tears as constant images of Ling and Lust together began to haunt you.
Slowly curling up into yourself, you turned so your face was plastered into the couch cushion
The ringing in your ears grew louder and you soon tuned out Lust and Greed, now being replaced by image after image of Ling with Lust
You refused to let tears fall, not wanting to bother Ling with this whenever Lust leaves and Greed puts Ling back
You didn't know how long you'd laid there until a pair of hands landed on your side. You jumped and turned. Ling's eyes were still a mahogany red, which meant Greed was still in control.
"Hey kid. From the look on your face, I'm assuming you heard what Lust said."
"Is it that obvious...?" You say, rubbing your eye.
Greed patted your head. "Sorry, kid."
"Sorry for wha-"
Greed had closed his eyes and allowed Ling to take over again. The prince pounced on you, rubbing his cheek with yours, ecstatic to be back in control
Ling's memory is spotty when Greed is in control, so he didn't know you'd heard Lust's comment
You hesitantly wrapped your arms around Ling, mumbling a low "hi"
Ling paused. "I know that tone. What's wrong, honey?"
Ling, your ever doting boyfriend, looked at you with concern.
"No, I'm...I'm fine."
"You sure? Your breathing heavier than normal..."
You gave Ling a fake smile. "Yeah, yeah."
Ling, not believing you, hugged you tighter. "You can tell me, hun. Nothing's gonna happen, okay?"
You trusted him, of course, but your brain and heart were telling you no... "I...I'm worried I'm gonna lose you to Lust."
son of a bitch-
"Oh...so you heard her?" Ling looks down at you. "Listen, I love you, okay? Not her. She can go try to hook up with someone else for all I care. Besides, this body currently inhabits her brother, so I don't think she's thinking anything in particular..."
Ling snickered at the end, kissing your forehead. "I promise, I'd never let her get close to me. Greed and her just needed to talk about something is all. I love you, okay?"
Numbly, you nodded, laying your head on his chest. "I love you too."
"Now, let's watch a movie and order in, yeah? I'll get your favorite~!"
He suddenly got up and moved to your TV, messing with it, then fiddling with his phone and ordering your favorite food for delivery. As you watched him, you felt the oxygen slowly return to your chest, and your muscles relaxed. You could trust Ling, he loved you. He really did. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't.
"Hey, Ling."
"Yeees, sugarplum?" Ling looked up from his spot on the floor.
"I love you."
Ling giggles. "I love you too! Food'll be here in fifteen, okay?"
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yearningfortheend · 6 days ago
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@weenietickler Thank you, Micah. I know I have issues, but you know.
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@suicideenthusiast Were you tired when you wrote this? Be honest.
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//5thank you :3 dw i won't bite
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//ive been taking time for myself lately so all has been well :3
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@skycasinosconstellation thank you for your message, love you too
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@windyskiez Honestly, I missed that nickname... My day's been well, thank you.
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//thank you!! im loving all the messages i get (⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠)
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Well. Yeah.
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Ow. Christmas stabs.
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Thank you very much. Silly goose... I love that phrase a lot.
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Thank you as well.
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Hello.
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@lilliablog Oooh, another good note. I like where this one started. @rampaging-beast Chuuya, come here~ There's a good idea to consider...
//im having a great time right now (・ω・)
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Ooh. Omori pixel art. I'd like that.
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@teddyandmochi thank you for the new year wishes
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Happy holidays to you as well
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Ah. Okay.
I think that wraps up the messages.
Checking my tree. Hopefully the notes are good.
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veneli · 3 years ago
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oooohh can i ask darlin and lovely for the listener askk
and can i also get your thoughts about bodyguard au for david/darlin (mainly cuz i think that would be funny)
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Of course :)
Darlin: what’s the boldest thing you’ve done?
Boldest thing,,, ouff. I came out to my parents (did not go well but at least now they know and they can choose to ignore it or acknowledge it)
Lovely: have you ever been somewhere you shouldn’t have?
Yes. too many times. I was on a roller coaster (not the Surge dw) and I hit my head on the car's side going down the tallest drop and passed out; then because I was limp, I couldn't hold onto the singular horizontal bar that fell across my lap too loosely I almost flew out of the coaster
> needless to say I am a Vincent kinnie in the fact that I should NEVER be allowed in an amusement park. EVER.
-- Thoughts on David/Darlin bodyguard AU --
(is that an already existing AU? Cause if not I really like the idea of it and I'll do a lil blurb)
Darlin is a very important member of an underground fight club, and earns lots of money from the matches they play. David finds himself assigned to this surly, beat-up person who only seems to have insults in their vocabulary.
Darlin hates having someone follow them around with the intent of "keeping them safe" because god damn, they're a ring-fighter. A simple uppercut would knock out their opponent with ease. Easier than flipping an egg. (that's saying a lot as Darlin eats takeout 24/7)
Darlin decides they're gonna disappear from David one night as an attempt to escape the supervision.
David literally sent on a wild goose chase looking for Darlin.
Darlin sending him off track by leaving red herrings in their path that delay their search for them further.
David eventually outsmarting Darlin, and despite him absolutely despising the latter for making him worry so much, he finds himself helplessly attracted to this person for their boldness and stubbornness and sharp mind.
He does everything in his power to keep Darlin safe. Darlin jokingly said once "it's like you're in love with me or something" while he accompanied them to the car, and he almost forgot to close the door.
Darlin doesn't try to disappear again, since they saw how worried David was and (despite their surly outer shell, they are very compassionate) decided it would be best if they kept him around. At least he could be company, albeit the two's quietness and unwillingness to talk.
Darlin is a VIP, and therefore rather (in)famous around the area. David hears of some neighboring group plotting to overtake some of the rings in order to grow their own turf. Knowing Darlin will never leave the ring without a real threat, David is at a loss of how he can convince them to exit the ring and avoid the conflict.
They, of course, don't listen to him at all, and dive head first into the business as soon as David tells them. They stand in their ring as the rivals walk in demanding the space for their turf, and Darlin says, "fight me for it"
David just about died upon hearing their answer.
The rivals take Darlin up on their offer. They all lost. Swearing up a storm, they leave, and Darlin steps down from the stage rubbing their wrist. David gently lectures them as he massages the tension away, and Darlin finds themselves oddly attached to this stupid bodyguard that they didn't want.
The next week, Darlin disappears, again. Not on their own terms, though, kidnapped, tied, and beat, all so the rivals could have their turf.
David's panicking, he doesn't know where to find them because clues were not left for him this time
but- he remembers their scent, and so he and a few detectives follow their trail until he reaches the warehouse that the bastards have locked them in- gagged and tied up in a chair.
Darlin has passed out from hunger and thirst, and David, having picked up some impressive moves from Darlin at their matches, roundhouses all of the rivals and takes Darlin home
patches up their injuries, feeds them spoonful's of water, gives them the space when they need it. Darlin's got a lovely new scar running from their collarbone to the middle of their chest where the sickos tried to carve their heart out
David hands in his resignation letter as soon as Darlin is well enough to walk and return to office. Darlin rips it to shreds without another thought and scatters them into the trash
"you're not leaving, I'm not letting you go."
"I failed to do my job. I didn't protect you."
"You still saved me, now shut the fuck up and sit your ass down. I have something important to tell you"
and Darlin confessed their feelings for him, leaving David with his jaw on the floor
"So, I've said my part. Do you have a response?"
He says yes, of course, he does. He goes on a tangent about him not doing his job properly, losing them, not being able to find clues, not being able to talk them out of the ring fighting to avoid the conflict, and not being able to save them in time to prevent the worst of the injuries. He said doesn't deserve to date them, however much he might've come to realize that he cared about them, a lot.
"There's no such thing as undeserving or deserving, i don't care whether you've saved me once or twice or three times, or whatever! I care that you might feel the same way"
David realizing something "If we are in a relationship I can't work as your bodyguard, it's the rules"
Darlin being sentimental and saying that all they needed was him around and they'd feel safe ksldfjlskdr
anyways yeah I fell asleep twice while writing this cos it's 2am at the time of writing, hope you enjoyed!
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izzyfandoms · 5 years ago
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Sleepality - Inky Freckles
SHIPS: Sleepality, background Virmile and Thomgan, and mentioned Dukeceit (though neither of them show up)
WARNINGS: Remus sends one text message with an implied threat (not towards the recipient), very very background sympathetic deceit and remus (they aren't acc in any scenes), mild swearing
GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread
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Patton chewed distractedly on the end of his pen, tapping his foot on his bedroom floor as his eyes remained on his clock, watching as the seconds and the minutes ticked by.
Five minutes. Ten seconds.
Five minutes and ten seconds until the moment he turned sixteen.
January 15th, 1:46 am on the dot: the exact date and time of Patton’s birth. Precisely sixteen years after that moment, his soul would open up, and the bond between him and his soulmate would be formed, like an invisible string from one soul to the other. Any ink spilled on Patton’s skin would show up on his soulmate’s, too, and vice versa. Of course, nothing would happen if Patton’s soulmate wasn’t also sixteen yet, but it was still a big moment in his young life.
(If he even had a soulmate, that was. Most people didn’t, but Patton wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hopeful.)
Four minutes. Thirty-six seconds.
Patton got up from his desk, pacing around the room a few times before sitting down on his bed, leaning back against the pillows and pulling his knees to his chest. Despite the coolness of his room, and the goose-bumps on his arms, he was dressed in a worn blue t-shirt and pyjama shorts, revealing as much skin as possible, just in case. His father, Roman, had gifted him a new pack of pens – the ones made specially to be safe for skin – and he’d picked out the glittery light blue one, his favourite colour, ready to write.
Three minutes. Twelve seconds.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Patton mumbled.
Three minutes. Seven seconds.
He yawned loudly, stretching and almost dropping his pen. It was late – much later than he usually stayed up. Patton was a well-behaved kid; he went to bed when his father told him to, never stayed out past curfew. He was usually fast asleep by 11pm at latest, so this was rather unusual for him.
Tonight was one of a kind, after all.
Two minutes. Fifty-one seconds.
The tick of the clock was maddeningly slow, every second seeming to take hours. Patton couldn’t wait for when he didn’t have to keep watching.  
He reached over to his bedside table, taking his phone and switching it on.
There was one new message, from his uncle Remus, sent a few minutes ago.
UNCLE REMUS
tell your soulmate if he ever hurts you ill rip off his dick and shove it down his throat
Patton sighed, switching off his phone and placing it back down beside him. He wasn’t sure why his uncle was so certain that he had a soulmate – he claimed it was because he was psychic, though his husband, Janus, had chided him and told him not to get Patton’s hopes up.  
It was hard not to be hopeful. Impossible.
One minute. Forty-nine seconds.
Patton chewed nervously on his lip, looking over his freckled arms and wondering what exactly he’d write to his soulmate.
Would a simple ‘hello’ suffice?
There was no point in writing a whole paragraph, especially when it was statistically unlikely that Patton even had a soulmate – and even if he did, perhaps they were younger, and their connection wouldn’t start until his soulmate turned sixteen, too.
One minute. Zero seconds.
A minute. A minute. A minute. Just a minute until Patton (maybe) talked to his soulmate for the first time. That was so little time – though it felt like so much.
Patton couldn’t help but burst into delighted laughter, and he was sure that if anybody was watching him, they’d think he was insane. The hope bubbled up inside him, like a cup overflowing with water, unable to be suppressed.
Fifty seconds.
He moved forward, and then lay down on his back, spreading his arms out like a starfish.
Patton tried to keep the hope down, tried to keep it from spilling over even more. Or maybe that was nausea, swirling in his stomach, but it almost felt too good to be that. Too happy. Too excited. Both, maybe.
Forty seconds.
Patton twirled the pen in his hand.
It slipped from his fingers, hitting the carpet with a quiet thump.
He bent down – wobbling slightly and nearly tumbling right off his bed – picking it back up and then sitting up again. He moved so his back was pressed against the wall, and tilted his head up to look at the pattern at the ceiling, counting each swirl.
He glanced back at the clock.
Twenty seconds.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his eyes remained on the clock, watching it tick.
Ten seconds.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Zero.
Zero. Zero. Zero.
Patton sat up straight, squeezing the pen tightly, so tightly that his nails dug into his palm.
He pulled off the cap, dropping it on the bed beside him and holding the tip just above his wrist. His hand shook (nervousness or excitement? Both) as he pondered what to write for another moment.
He pressed the pen to his skin.
Hello?
Hopefully that was good enough.
Patton waited a few seconds, almost a whole minute, and then sighed, leaning back so his head hit the wall and closing his eyes. He was disappointed, but he knew that it was his own fault. He shouldn’t have let himself get so hopeful. Maybe he didn’t have a soulmate – that was alright, his uncles weren’t soulmates and yet they were wonderfully happy together.
(But his brother, Emile, did have a soulmate, and there was something amazing about the way he and Virgil could practically read each other’s minds, communicating effortlessly without saying a word. Patton wanted that. He really, desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world.)
He wouldn’t cry.  
He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t.
His lower lip trembled.
All of a sudden, Patton felt a funny sensation on his wrist, like someone else was writing on it – the non-existent pen so light on his skin he almost couldn’t feel it. Almost.
Patton’s eyes shot open, and he immediately lifted his wrist to stare at it, wide-eyed.
His breath stuttered at the words now written in black ink just below his greeting.
holy shit
Before Patton could truly process what was going on, before he could regain his breath, the sensation resumed, and more words began to appear below those first ones.
hi
guess im ur soulmate lol
Patton couldn’t help but giggle, practically vibrating with excitement.
He picked his pen back up, ignoring the slight stain he’d left on his bedsheets. He’d spilt enough juice and milk on his bed to care about one little stain, especially right now, when he had a much more important thing to focus on.
Oh my gosh!!!!!!
Soulmate!!!
Im Patton!
Patton Picani!!!
thats a lot of exclamation marks babe
Nervousness tinged the edges of Patton’s bubble of excitement, enough that he almost didn’t notice the use of the word ‘babe’, which made his heart skip a beat.
sorry
not a bad thing
its cute
Patton bit his lip, wiggling excitedly as his heartrate increased. He watched as the words continued coming. They were messy, but Patton was sure the handwriting was the prettiest he’d ever seen, though he could admit that he might’ve been a little biased. He would read a million books written in this handwriting.
im Remy
Sanders
my bdays acc the 16th lol
tomorrow
i turn 17
Its my birthday today!!!!
Only after Patton wrote that did he realise how obvious it was – of course it was his birthday – but he didn’t particularly care. The ticking of the clock had faded into background noise, and it was hard to believe it had ever annoyed him so much, though it was impossible for him to think of anything negative right now. He was floating on cloud nine.
happy birthday
were running out of arm space
id have to strip to get leg room
wanna gimme ur number?
Okay!!!
They quickly exchanged phone numbers, and Patton immediately grabbed his phone, creating a new contact labelled ‘Remy’ followed by seven colourful hearts – a rainbow of love. But before he could text Remy, Remy texted him first.
REMY:
what time is it for u
Patton glanced at the clock.
PATTON:
Almost 2am
REMY:
same
Realisation struck Patton, and his eyes widened with guilt and concern. He bit his lip, and quickly resumed typing.
PATTON:
Oh my gosh im so sorry!!!! Did I wake you up?
REMY:
nah babe dw bout it
i was already up
i always sleep late
PATTON:
That sounds unhealthy :(
Get some rest!!!
REMY:
ha
u sound like my dads lol
PATTON:
What are they like?
REMY:
my dads?
its just the three of us
their names are logan and thomas and theyre the sappiest motherfuckers on earth
gotta love em tho
theyre gonna be real thrilled when they find out bout u
bet theyll love you right away
wbu  
whats ur fam like
PATTON:
Oh! Well ive got my dad
His name’s Roman
He works in theatre!!! Hes so cool
And I’ve got my older brother Emile hes 22 and hes a therapist
He uses cartoons to help people!!
Hes also got a soulmate his name is Virgil and hes a florist
They got married last year and the wedding was so much fun!!! So many pretty flowers!!!
And I’ve got my uncle Remus hes my dads twin hes a writer and his husband Janus is a lawyer theyre also both so cool!!!
And that’s everyone!!
REMY:
if theyre all as sweet as u sugar then im sure ur all v popular
PATTON:
Well we do have dinner with our neighbours a lot!!!
Mrs Smith gives me lots of candy
Its often stale but I eat it anyway cos shes just so sweet!
Sweeter than her candy lol
Patton’s door suddenly swung open, and he jumped, his phone slipping from his fingers and landing right in his lap. His father, Roman, stepped inside, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wincing at the bright light that hung from the ceiling.
“You still up, Pat?” He asked sleepily.
He squinted, his eyes landing on the still-on phone in Patton’s lap.
“Who are you te- by the glittering horn of a unicorn! Is that writing on your arm?” He sat down, taking Patton’s arm and looking over the words. He then glanced back up at his son, his eyes shining excitedly. “You have a soulmate,” He breathed.
“I do!” Patton exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in place. “His name is Remy and he turns seventeen tomorrow and he’s just so cool!”
Roman beamed. “Wow, I’m so incredibly happy for you, Pat!” He said. Then, he chuckled, his smile turning a little teasing. “But... it’s late, and you really should be sleeping. And I’m betting that Remy should be, too.”
Patton pouted a little. “But it’s a Friday! I don’t have any school tomorrow.”
“But the family’s coming over tomorrow at 10 for your birthday, and I know you. You’re gonna be all grumbly in the morning, instead of our happy-pappy Patton, and that’ll be even worse the less sleep you get.”
Patton drooped, like a little wilting flower, but couldn’t deny that his father was right.
“Okay...” He frowned, picking up his phone, switching off the screen without looking at it, and holding it against his chest. “Can I at least say night to Remy, first?”
Roman smiled. “Sure.”
He leant forward, squeezing Patton’s arm supportively, before pressing a quick kiss to his son’s forehead. Roman gave him one last smile, affectionately ruffling his hair, before pulling back and standing up. He brushed the non-existent dirt from his pyjamas.
“Goodnight, Pat,” He said. “And happy birthday.”
In the excitement that was talking to Remy, Patton had almost forgotten that it was his birthday, and he blinked in surprise as Roman left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Patton then took a deep breath, before switching his phone back on to see whatever messages he’d missed.
REMY:
u rlly r an angel huh
PATTON:
Awwwww!!
Your making me blush
REMY:
thats the goal babe
PATTON:
Such a flirt!!
REMY:
im gonna be ten times more flirty when i get to see ur pretty face in person
PATTON:
How do you know Im pretty?
You havent even seen me yet
REMY:
i can just tell
im awesome like that
i bet ur the cutest person in the whole damn world
the whole damn universe
but while were on the subject of seeing each other
were waiting to meet naturally right?
PATTON:
Yeah!
Its good luck  
REMY:
yea
PATTON:
Welp!!!
Dad says I gotta go to sleep now!!
Night <3<3<3
REMY:
night xoxox
Patton switched off his phone, placing it on his bedside table and getting off the bed. He wobbled slightly as he stood up, suddenly realising how tired he really was, and quickly walked up to his fairy lights, switching them on before switching off the main light. He then climbed back into bed, settling in the soft nest of pastel pillows and blankets, and his last thought before he fell asleep was of his soulmate.
He barely knew Remy, but he already couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with him.
***
The sound of the alarm from Remy’s phone rang through the room, waking him up suddenly. His immediate reaction was to groan, shutting it off quickly and then returning to the warm comfort of his mattress and pillows and blanket. It was the weekend, he had no plans, so if his dads wanted him up, they could come in and get him up themselves. Remy wanted to sleep.
Then, the memories of the night before flooded back to him, and he shot up in bed, pulling out his arm and staring at it wide-eyed.
The words Patton had written last night had now been washed away – likely to leave room for new words and new conversations – whilst Remy’s words still remained, though now a little smudged and faded. The only sign that Patton’s words had ever been there in the first place was the new word on his wrist, just below his palm, in baby blue, like the ones before.
Morning <3
Remy grinned, jumping out of bed much more enthusiastically than he usually did, grabbing the black pen on his bedside table and rushing to the bathroom, thankfully not bumping into either of his dads on the way there.
He washed his arms as quickly as he could, leaving them a little sore and red, though he didn’t care, and uncapped his pen with his teeth, leaving the lid in his mouth.
mornin
!!!!!
Do you always get up this late?
Remy laughed. The handwriting was a little larger and a little neater than his, and each i was dotted with a heart, which made him even more convinced that his soulmate was probably the cutest person on earth.
what time is it
10:30
later usually
what time did u get up
8:30
oof
i could never
What do you do for school then?
suffer
Remy took the pen lid out of his mouth, pocketing it and twirling the uncapped pen between his fingers, watching as more light blue words appeared on his arm. The sensation was feather-light, barely there, but impossible to ignore.
Aww no!!
I don’t want you to suffer :(
dw babe ive got coffee
life saver
id die without it
100%
Well make sure you don’t drink too much!!!!
Its bad for you!!
dw my dad always tells me that
he keeps an eye on it
Which one?
logan
Okay
There was a brief pause, and Remy almost continued writing, but he got the feeling that Patton wasn’t done, so he just waited patiently, tapping his foot against the tiled bathroom floor.
Do you mind if I doodle on my arms?
I usually do when Im bored but I thought Id ask
I wont if you don’t want me to tho
go ahead
what do u doodle?
I usually just connect my freckles
Like little constellations!!!!
It was impossible to keep the grin on Remy’s face from widening – Patton's enthusiasm was adorable and infectious – and he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, crossing one leg over the other as he pressed his pen to his skin and continued writing.
u got a lot of freckles?
Yup!
Theyre everywhere
everywhere?
Yeah!
hm
one day  
im gonna kiss every single one of your freckles
(Perhaps that was a little bold for only their second conversation, but Remy was a natural flirt, and Patton was his soulmate, after all. He’d back down at any sign of discomfort, but so far Patton had seemed receptive.)
every single one
Thats a lot of kisses
not enough
but itll be a good start
A little, swirly scribble appeared just beside the words Remy had written – the universal key-smash equivalent for soulmates writing on their skin. Just the thought that he was already able to fluster Patton so easily made Remy very, very happy. He grinned.
Gtg! Presents time!
Ill talk to you later <3<3<3
later xoxo
Remy fished the pen lid back out of his pocket, capping the pen and pocketing it. He then strolled back out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.
His fathers were both sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and talking. Their legs were pressed together under the table, and it was clear they’d just been flirting. Both Logan and Thomas looked up when Remy entered the room, surprised.
“What kind of natural disaster got you up before midday?” Thomas joked.
Remy waved his arm, showing off the writing, and Logan choked on his coffee. Thomas patted his back a few times worriedly, and Remy waited impatiently for the conversation to resume, tapping his foot against the floor.
“Is that what I think it is?” Logan asked incredulously, once he was breathing again.
Remy nodded. “Yup. Can I make coffee?”
Thomas nodded slowly, but it was clear he was much more focused on the previous topic at hand.
“You have a soulmate?” He asked. “Oh my gosh! What’s their name? Aren’t you gonna tell us about them?”
“Well, his name’s Patton,” Remy began, heading towards the coffee machine and immediately getting to work to make himself a large mug. “It’s his birthday today – it was actually, like, 2am, or something – and he’s real cute. I think you’ll both like him.”
Thomas exchanged a look with his husband – the former much more openly thrilled, whilst the latter looked more confused, though undeniably pleased. He then stood up, opening his arms immediately.
“I think this calls for a family hug,” Thomas grinned.
Logan sighed, but put his own coffee mug back down, getting up obediently.
Remy groaned. “Really? Before my coffee? Do I have to?”
“Yup! Right now,” Thomas said, wrapping one arm around Logan’s waist and resting his chin on his head, keeping his other arm outstretched, awaiting their son. “This is a big moment! It calls for a family hug. C’mere.”
“There is no point refusing, Remy,” Logan said dryly. “I learnt that a long time ago.”
“Aww, you love me.”
“Of course. That is why we got married, after all.”
Remy groaned again. “Are you two really flirting, right now? Gross.”
“Well, if you want us to stop flirting, you’re gonna have to join the hug.”
Remy sighed exaggeratedly, dragging his feet as he walked up to his dads, reluctantly joining the family hug. Then, he pulled back as quickly as he could get away with, making a face and turning back to the coffee machine. He quickly made himself a large mug – with excessive amounts of milk and sugar, something his father would usually criticise, though he seemed to turn a blind eye for today.
Remy then sat down at the table, beside Thomas, sipping eagerly at his coffee and leaning back in his chair.
His fathers didn’t take their eyes off of his arm, clearly reading the words, and after about a minute, Remy rolled his eyes, placing the coffee on his table and crossing his arms.
“What are you looking at?”
“Attitude, Remy,” Thomas sighed. “Be nice. And we’re looking at your arm because we’re excited! You have a soulmate, that’s a really big deal! We should celebrate.”
Remy perked up. “Celebrate?”
Logan nodded in agreement. “Perhaps tonight we could have dinner at the Italian place that you like.”
“Ooh, the one with that fancy pasta?”
“Weren’t we planning on going there tomorrow?” Thomas asked his husband.
Remy blinked, surprised. “We were?”
Thomas blinked, and then gave his husband a slightly sheepish smile. “I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”
Logan sighed. “Well, I think we can put that off for tomorrow, then. Today... you may invite a few friends over.” Remy opened his mouth, but Logan quickly continued, interrupting him before he could speak. “Three friends, maximum. No parties.”
Remy pouted. “Only three? Lame.”
“If you complain, we’ll bring it down to two.”
“Three sounds great!”
***
Patton picked up his phone, holding it to his ear as he paced casually around his room.
“Emile!” He greeted. “How are you?”
“Happy birthday, Pat!” Emile greeted cheerfully, and Patton could practically hear the usual smile on his face. “And I’m doing great. Virgil invited his brother to dinner yesterday, so that was fun, and I had a real breakthrough with one of my clients, too. You?”
“I’m good! Hey, do you think this counts as Remy and my anniversary? I mean, I know we haven’t actually really met, yet, but it’s been a year since we first spoke, and we are soulmates. Does that count? Would it be weird to count it?”
Emile hummed. “I think that if you want it to count, it counts.”
“That’s a bit vague,” Patton sighed.
Emile laughed. “That’s just how it works, I’m afraid. How is Remy anyway? It’s his birthday tomorrow, right?”
Patton perked up at the opportunity to talk about his soulmate. “Remy’s great! He got a new job at the Starbucks near his house; he’s pretty excited about it. And yup, it’s his birthday tomorrow! He turns eighteen. It’s a funny coincidence, isn’t it? That our birthdays are so close?”
“It’s actually a lot more common for soulmates to have these similarities than you’d think,” Emile said. “Close birthdays, close locations, things like that. I mean, Virgil and I were both born in the same hospital.”
“Really? Oh, that’s cool!” Patton smiled.
He sat down on his bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged, and moving so his back was against the wall, half-sitting on one of his pillows.
“Yup! I’ve researched a lot about these things,” Emile said. “And- oh, Virgil, there you are!”
Patton heard rustling on the other end of the line, like Emile was temporarily putting his phone down, probably to greet and kiss his husband. He waited patiently, humming a song from the Steven Universe movie and drumming his fingers against his leg. His eyes scanned the various words written across his arms. Shiny black and glittery light blue. There were doodles, too – lines connecting the dots of his freckles, done by himself, and little stars and moons and hearts by Remy.
Then the rustling resumed, more movement, and Patton stopped humming.
“Morning, Pat,” Virgil greeted.
Patton smiled. “Virgil! How’s work going?”
“Not bad. I helped a guy arrange a hate-bouquet for his ex-boyfriend yesterday, so that was fun.”
“Sounds interesting!”
Virgil hummed in agreement, and it sounded like he was nodding. “I’m gonna hand the phone back to Emile, now. Happy birthday, kid.”
“Thanks!”
There was another moment of rustling, and then Emile returned.
“Okay, Virgil and I have to get to work,” Emile said. “We’re stopping by later for dinner, dad already knows. And, before you ask, no I will not tell you what your gift is, you’re gonna have to wait and see.”
Patton pouted. “Aww, okay. Bye!”
“Bye!”
Patton hung up the phone, before switching over to the texting app, and opening up his conversation with Remy.
PATTON
Hey im running out of space
So im gonna clean my arm
Can you too?
Remy responded almost immediately, as he usually did.
REMY
sure
one sec
Patton smiled, getting up and pocketing his phone. He headed over to the bathroom, quickly scrubbing away the words on his arms (he could leave the ones still remaining on his legs and torso, for now), and watching as Remy’s words disappeared at about the same time.
He then returned to his bedroom, sitting back down on his bed and fetching and uncapping his favourite pen.
The moment the tip of his pen touched his skin, a small black dot appeared just below it, like Remy was doing the exact same on his side – unintentionally trying to write in unison. All of a sudden, a wave of peace and happiness washed over Patton, but the emotions didn’t come from within himself. No, they came from an outside source, from somewhere else. Not from him.
From Remy.
At first, Patton was confused, disoriented, and then his heart skipped a beat, and he lifted his pen from his wrist.
The feeling stopped.
He then returned the pen to his wrist, creating another dot of light blue ink. For a moment, nothing happened, the feeling didn’t return, but then a small black speck appeared just beside his.
This time, the happiness was joined by an almost cautious excitement, tinged with something else.
What was it?
Love?
Love.
It felt like Patton was loving himself, except the love came from elsewhere, it came from Remy. Like a warm, comfortable blanket of love, wrapping around him and keeping him safe.
Patton beamed, wide and toothy and delighted, leaning back against the pillows and practically wiggling with excitement, careful to keep his pen tip on his wrist. A similar, thrilled feeling came back at him, and Patton quickly realised that whatever feelings he was getting from Remy, Remy was probably getting some very similar feelings in return from him.
damn babe
either something v weird is happening to me or thats ur feelings im feeling
I can feel it too!!!
Oh my gosh!
good i was worried i might be drunk
Have you been drinking?
nah thats why i was worried lmao
would be v weird to be drunk with no booze
Well that sure would be unusual!
The feelings from Remy weren’t constant, they only surfaced when both Patton and Remy were writing at once – flashes of emotions that were practically addicting. He wanted to keep feeling those feelings forever.
this is v weird
on and off
think itll get more constant the more we talk?
like we wont need to be both writing at the same time to feel it or smth?
Yeah!
I think so
Thats what happened with Em and Virge at least
cool
cant wait
There was a brief pause, and then Remy’s writing resumed.
can we doodle?
might make the empathy connection thingy better
Sure!
Patton giggled, unable to help himself, before pressing the tip of his pen to one of his freckles and drawing a thin line from it to another. Then another and another and another. Over and around the written words. He wasn’t making any specific shape or pattern in particular, just connecting the numerous dots. As he did this, Patton felt new shapes and doodles appearing on his legs, though he couldn’t see them through his trousers. Hearts and stars and moons and pawprints, most likely. The last one was new – Patton’s favourite.
He could feel Remy’s peace and contentment and love (love, love), like it was flowing through the air and seeping through his skin, filling him with happiness. Sometimes, it even increased for a brief moment, usually just after Patton’s happiness bubbled over into delighted giggles. It was a cycle – happiness creating happiness creating happiness.
Patton loved Remy. Remy loved Patton.
Love. Love. Love.
***
“Hey, Remy!”
Remy glanced up from his phone, straightening up as noticed and watched his best friend, Toby, approaching him. His foot tapped impatiently against the pavement, and his sunglasses were on to shield his eyes from bright midday sun.
“Gurl, what was taking you so long?” Remy complained, stuffing his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms, practically pouting. “I’ve been waiting here for, like, hours.”
Toby gave him a dry look. “I’m ten minutes late.”
“And that’s, like, ten hours in gay-and-in-a-hurry time.”
“In a hurry? What the hell are we even doing? Your text was very vague.”
“Well, it’s my dad’s birthday in a-”
“Which one?”
“Thomas. Bitch, stop interrupting me.”
Toby laughed, and Remy glared at him. He held his hands up defensively in mock surrender, and then gestured for Remy to continue.
“Anyway, it’s my dad’s birthday on Sunday and I’m supposed to get him a gift. I dunno what, though, so you’re gonna help me.”
“I’m pretty sure you know him better than I do.”
Remy shushed him. “Gurl, I am not letting you get out of helping me. So, we’re going to-”
He suddenly froze, going silent. Remy’s brow then creased, too, and after a moment of stillness he began to rapidly pat his arms and legs, like he was looking for something, though he didn’t seem to find it. Toby gave him a bewildered look.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
“I can feel Patton’s emotions,” Remy said.
He could, but only barely – just little hints of Patton, pricking the edges of his soul – much less than he was used to, but still impossible to ignore. He was used to these feelings by now, always recognising them immediately, though this time it was... different.
“Okay... so, he’s writing to you? Isn’t that normal?”
Remy looked back at him, looking just as confused as Toby. “No, he isn’t. He isn’t writing to me. No ink.”
“He... isn’t?”
“I can always feel it,” Remy explained. “Always. But not right now. Why... why-” He froze, his eyes widening behind his dark sunglasses.  
“What?”
“He must be close. He must- oh my god, he must be close!” Remy looked around quickly, at all of the surrounding pedestrians. None of them looked right – none of them were Patton – but he could practically sense him. He was so close.
Toby blinked. “Really?” He asked incredulously.
“Yes. Yes, really. I know what I’m talking about!” Remy exclaimed, perhaps a little harsher than intended. “The empath shit only happens when you write or when you’re close. Gurl, that’s, like, common knowledge.”
Toby held his hands up. “Right, uh... sorry.” He cleared his throat. “So, how are we gonna find him?”
Remy’s brow scrunched up in thought. “I don’t know.”
His best friend shrugged, even more lost than he was.
“Maybe... maybe...” Remy continued, trailing off, before he suddenly straightened up. “It’ll get stronger the closer I get to him, so I just have to follow where it’s stronger, right? Like... like getting warmer and colder.”
Toby nodded slowly. “That makes sense. So, uh, walk around, and we’ll go in the direction that makes it stronger.”
Remy immediately began to pace in circles around Toby, pulling a slightly panicked face when at one point the feeling completely disappeared. Then, it got stronger, a wave of anticipation and curiosity, nervousness and excitement.
It suddenly hit Remy that if he could feel Patton, then Patton could feel him, too.
Patton was probably looking for him.
The corners of Remy’s lips twitched up into a smile. He was practically oozing excitement, and it was contagious, as Patton’s also seemed to increase – even Toby began smiling, too.
Toby patted him on the shoulder.
“Go on, follow your gut. I’ll be right behind you.”
Remy immediately turned on his heel, sprinting in the direction the emotions seemed to be coming from, and Toby almost tripped over his own feet following him. The empathy got stronger and stronger and stronger with every step, until it was even stronger than it usually was, and as his excitement further increased, so did Patton’s.
He rounded a corner, and immediately ran right into someone running at a similar speed, and they both tumbled to the ground with two loud thumps.
“Ah, fuck,” Remy groaned, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose as a jolt of pain shot down his leg.
“Oof,” The other boy winced.
His voice was like a bell, ringing through the air: suddenly the only sound that Remy could hear.
That was when Remy realised that Patton’s emotions were now equal to his own – mixing together in Remy’s soul until they were one and the same. It was almost like they were thinking and feeling as one, which was rather disorienting, to say the least.  
Patton... Patton was right in front of him.
Remy opened his eyes, immediately coming face-to-face with the most gorgeous person he had even seen – a wide-eyed and freckled boy, about a year younger than Remy, staring back at him with parted lips and an equally startled expression. He was wearing a blue and grey t-shirt, showing off his arms and the words Remy had written to him today, and all the constellations he’d doodled on his own skin. Now, Remy could see the stars that he’d been missing, and, in his opinion, they were even better than the ones in the night sky.
Patton.
Patton, Patton, Patton.
“Patton,” Remy breathed.
“Remy.”
Remy laughed, uncontrolled and loud and delighted, sitting up straight and taking Patton’s hand in his own, squeezing it. It was warm and soft, Remy never wanted to let go, and when Patton squeezed back, he felt... complete. Perfect. Heaven.
Patton smiled – like a shining sun, one that thankfully didn’t hurt to look at, as Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
“Wow,” Remy laughed. “You’re... wow.”
“Wow,” Patton echoed.
People were probably staring at them – Toby included – but Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of Patton to check. Patton seemed to be doing similarly, his eyes slowly taking in every part of Remy’s body, before returning to his face, staring into his eyes.
Patton’s eyes were brown, like honey in the sunlight. Beautiful.
“It’s... it’s nice to finally meet you,” Patton said softly.
“Likewise.”
There was a beat.
“You are gorgeous,” Remy continued, the words coming out before he could stop himself. He almost regretted blurting it out, but then Patton’s face turned a particularly pretty shade of pink, and Remy immediately grinned.
Patton squeezed his hand. “You, too.”
“Oh, I know I’m hot, babe,” Remy said, making Patton giggle. “But you, you’re... you’re an angel. Like, damn, how the hell did I get so lucky? I must’ve done something really freaking amazing in a past life to have deserved you.”
“You’re even more of a flirt in person,” Patton smiled, a little teasingly.
Remy laughed. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I warned you.”
“You did,” Patton said, smiling fondly.
“Is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?” Remy asked suddenly. His tone of voice was casual, like he was joking, but they both knew – Patton could probably sense – that he was serious.
Patton didn’t hesitate, answering quickly. “No. I mean, yes. I mean... no, it’s not too soon. Please?”
Remy didn’t waste any time, reaching forward, carefully cradling Patton’s face in his hand and kissing him gently. His lips were soft and warm and Remy never wanted to stop kissing him. Patton covered Remy’s hand with his own free one, kissing back a little clumsily, though it was without a doubt enthusiastic.
Then, he got a little too enthusiastic, and Remy tumbled backwards, pulling Patton along with him.
They broke apart, and after a moment of startled – slightly awkward – silence, they both started laughing loudly, and Patton climbed off of him. He finally stood up, holding out his hand and helping Remy up, too.
The pedestrians that had been watching them had mostly all moved on by now, leaving only Toby hovering awkwardly nearby. He had his phone out, trying to distract himself, give them some privacy, though he was undeniably still keeping an eye out. It wasn’t every day you saw a soulmate pair’s first meeting.  
Remy took Patton’s hands in his own, looking him over again and again and again.
An idea came to him – not a new one, one he’d thought about and talked about and dreamed and daydreamed about a million times – and he grinned in a way that he could feel made Patton’s heart skip a beat.
“Remember how I said I wanted to kiss every freckle?"
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