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littlecafe · 3 years ago

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ohh for sure pledis is still a trash company but even they decided to do bus routes and ads for their 10th year. i really do hope that something does come out of this and more information is revealed, esp if kfans are starting to say stuff now. it just pains me that it might not change anything, unless maybe they speak up themselves.

have you seen the state of the albums fans are getting too?? theyre getting ones that are missing cds or photocards, and there have been many with ripped pages in the middle (which happen to all be aron's pages) its clear this is probably due to the lack of quality control during manufacturing, especially if this album is as rushed as it seems. they most likely skipped a whole part of product checking to get them out faster.

ahh i didnt even think about that ;;; i hope theyre able to find a good contract because thats the least they deserve. i find it so difficult to wish them well and hope for their future because OF COURSE im going to support them, but the feeling of injustice just overshadows it and it just hurts. yea i think their staff team got dissolved, their performance director posted a goodbye to the practice rooms. its so sad that a whole team of people lost their job too

yup lmao like even pledis had stuff planned so that's why i can't blame them as much for all the terrible stuff going down because seems like their staff (the ones working on nu'est stuff ofc) was also caught up in this mess and didn't know what was happening either

with kfans making more noise about it now i really hope we get some answers but i won't get my hopes up for it since it's scary for anyone closely involved to speak out against a big corporation like that and honestly, maybe they don't even know why this happened either but at this point i'd be happy to accept a "i didn't expect this to be the last album" or anything along those lines just for closure that we were not just crazily assuming things this whole time (even though i think it's pretty much a fact now with that album behinds video though it wasn't a straight forward statement from anyone)

what??? noooo i had no idea that albums were arriving damaged?!!! everything about this album is so low quality, poorly managed, and rushed from the design portion to now even the manufacturing causing damaged and defected albums? they really did not pay attention at all omg

also a minor thing but i'm very peeved that the cd itself for this album is in a paper envelope...it looks so thin on video but since i don't have it on me i don't know if it is actually easily torn paper quality or not but like are you poor or something???? it's a hard cover book style album which usually wouldn't come with separate cd like that because there is always a place for the cd to be held, even worse because this entire album has zero design so the envelope is just plain white with the same 1234567890 logo that they've slapped on literally everything

the quality is severely lacking...while looking for the torn albums i see a lot of fans complaining about how much empty space the photobook has like blank pages or just really tiny pictures for no reason with the rest of the page just being white??? like i understand you're (whoever worked on this album) trying to pass this on as "minimalism" but absolutely no aesthetic eye, my sis filmed her unboxing it for me and she pointed it out right away bc it just looked so bad and done with no intention

and also my judgement might be skewed here since i've mainly only bought day6 albums which relatively cheap for some reason lol but this nu'est album seemed to be on the more expensive side of the price scale right? the effort is not justifying that price

letting someone go without prior notice is really shitty and on top of that they did this to them while kinda letting them believe that nu'est would continue so the members probably weren't thinking to look into other companies or contracts at all...absolutely no protection or care for their artists whatsoever

yes me too!! i really hope they manage to negotiate good contracts and we get to hear from the ones that left soon, whether it's a signing with another company or just their plans about what they're going to pursue or if they're just going to rest a while, just anything! it's also getting closer to their enlistment time which really spooks me because it's really hard to get over that 2 year hurdle without a group with a sturdy fanbase or a good company to come back to, they have a very short amount of time to cement themselves and their brand as a soloist before that time which is hard

of course i will also support all the members in whatever endeavors they choose to go on, but going from group to solo is a hard transition (speaking solely if they stay in music as a singer) and i know many loves will also continue to support all members but with almost every boy group to soloist transition, the numbers do not lie and they tend to fall off for solo activities (everyone has their own biases and also not everyone will have the monetary means to physically support like that so it's normal for this to happen...), but it's so much worse if it was a decision forced onto you rather than one you've made yourself so i worry for them right now...the way this was handled is really unfair, they seriously gave them no time at all ugh

that's so terrible :((( dismissing their whole team too...instead of getting better, this situation truly just gets worse and worse the more you hear about it, i truly feel for the staff who work hard by nu'est side...none of them deserved this, everyone involved in this mess is so unfortunate and i wish them all the best going forward

sometimes i'm not even sure if i'm making any sense in these answers to you, like this hurts my heart and my head like if this was something the members wanted it would be sad but easier to accept but it ended like this

#i follow zero fans on twt like i really don't use it for kpop interactions at all so i never know anything omg #really sad post but to brighten it up i got one thing of every member with my album so i'm happy for that!!#ok but i thought the stores in korea would let u pick what poster u want bc my local kpop stores let us do that #even with pre-order benefits they've let me pick which member or which ones i wanted #but over there (at least the store my sister went to) didn't they just pulled a random one sjhfdjsfsf pls but it's fine #if i could pick i wanted minhyun's bc he's my bias and mainly just in case i end up not getting any of his inclusions #i don't actually love his poster tbh like the picture is ok and it's also in black and white which is....ok....#obviously group poster is good too i love group things i like having all the members so that would be a good option too #but i got baekho's poster and i'm honestly so happy bc out of all the posters i actually do like his the best hahaha #and then inside it was jr's bookmark message ren and aron's photocards and minhyun's postcard #so i got one thing from each member!!! so happy!!! but i wish the bookmarks had their face on it...#i love the handwritten message but i really just want their face on everything lol like what can go wrong pls just do it #ok but what's really funny is i was skimming ktown4u's unboxing to look at the posters in case i could pick #but they pulled a group photocard and i watched someone else and they also had a group photocard #so bc i didn't look carefully at that ugly album desc for inclusions i thought u got 1 group photocard and 1 member one #so i was really excited to get the group photocard but obviously it did not work that way i'm crying asjhkfsdf #that was just too funny moral of the story is look at the album preview if u actually want to know what's inside the album unlike me LOL #anyways can't wait to actually have the album here in my hands but it will be a long time before that but that white cover #i will never be able to like it this album is not minimalistic it's rushed and poorly designed and i will always be angry about it #no bc i wrote these tags to be happier but why am i still ending it on a bad note #let's talk about the baekho poster again bc omg he looks so good on it i really love that set of pictures #im not sure where i'm going to put it yet but it's so nice #question

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ivyglow · 4 years ago

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Number 5 with mat pwease 🥺👉👈

From Valentine’s day prompt: 5. 💐 “You got me flowers? How cliche, I loved it!”

word count: 1.7k + (I got carried away, sorry) 😬

warnings: it’s not proof read lol and it’s angsty but with fluff ending, hope you like it! ❤��

Mat was supposed to be home on Sunday morning, which means he would be able to spend February 14th with you, or so you thought because on Saturday he called to tell you that there was a delay on his flight, and part of the team was stuck in the airport until Monday. It was your first Valentine’s together so of course, you were kinda sad. Since the beginning, you two were very clear with the ‘pains’ of dating an NHLer, but you still wanted to try, and what a great thing you did because although the distance was on somedays almost unbearable, the meeting right after was amazing. And for the first time, you really felt like the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” was somehow true.

On Saturday, when he called you -really, voice call, not facetime- you thought he would keep talking, and even tell you he would make up for it -like he did when he missed your Family’s annual barbecue- but Mat just told you what was happening and hung up. He didn’t explain everything, just told you there was a problem, his flight was delayed and that was it. You knew his way of saying ‘I love you’ was telling you to take care, or asking you about your plans for the day, but he did nothing of it during the call and for a second you were afraid he was waiting for Valentine’s day to be over so he could break up with you, but you were quick to shake these thoughts off your head and go on with your day. Taking the opportunity to finish his gift, you wrapped everything carefully and placed a handwritten letter inside, you tried cleaning the house and baking to distract, going as far as watching The Bachelor, but Mathew was the only person able to make it sounds funny. Sighing you unlocked your phone calling someone you knew would know almost exactly how you were feeling.

It took only two rings for her to answer with a cheerful tone and you frowned, “Hey, honeybun!”

“Hi, Syd, you sound excited,” you stated before explaining, “I mean, aren’t you sad?”

“Why would I be sad?”

“For spending Valentine’s without Martin?” you explained, but coming to think about it, you would understand if she wasn’t that shaken by the news, it wasn’t her first Valentine with Matt, they were married, they dated for years, they had the time to get used to distance, but they also had the time to experience the date together first.

“Huh?” she’s puzzled and you can almost picture her pout.

“The team’s flight delay…” what if he didn’t tell her yet!?

“Oooh,” it’s a noise of understanding, “yeah, sucks right?! But I’m sure we’ll see each other on Monday, and so will you and Barzy,” you fell silent and she understood the seconds of silence. “Aw, you’re sad, aren’t you?”

Shrugging you answered, “Are you busy right now?”

“No, I’m completely free for the rest of the night, you should come over, I’m gonna order your favorite and we can eat ice cream with cookies after,” Sydney did the job of being a big sister like no one else, and sometimes you wished to be her sister, you always wondered how it must feel to have siblings, other pieces of your family that fit right with you, that gives you comfort, and joy, but also stress.

“Right, I’ll take the wine. Be there in 15,” you tell her before hanging up.

15 minutes later you were at Sydney’s house venting about your situation with Mathew. She listened to everything and made sure to remind you that he wouldn’t break up with you, there wasn’t any reason to, according to her Mat loved you -even though you told her that he never said these three words-. By 10 pm you were deep into two wine bottles shared with your friend, now trying to watch a random romcom movie that was on TV. Truth is you were typing and deleting a message on your boyfriends chat, but nothing seemed right. What would you tell him? Maybe if you reminded him about the fact that you would spend Valentine’s away he would be feeling guilty, like he was missing out on you again. You typed again, this time sending a simple, “hey, how are things out there?” however the message wasn’t even delivered.

You were confused, but maybe his phone died and he was about to connect? Trying to forget you bought your attention back to the movie, or at least tried harder this time.

When the movie was over you unlocked your phone expecting a message from Mat but you were met with the same chat, the message wasn’t even delivered.

“What’s that you fidgeting since the movie began?” Sydney asks munching a cookie.

“Barzy is not answering my texts,” shifting your position on the couch you sighed. “The messages aren’t even being delivered.”

The blond shrugged and said, “Maybe he’s busy?”

“That never happened before,” you point out, “and it’s 10 pm,” it’s not a good argument, but somehow it made sense in your head. “I’m gonna call him,” it’s your final decision and before Sydney could stop you you tap at his name. It rings nonstop and goes straigth to voice mail.

He never not answered a call from you, unless he was on the ice, and he wasn’t on the ice at 10 pm without being in a game.

“What if something happened with him?” now you worried, it’s almost impossible to swallow the lump forming on your throat.

“Y/n, look at me,” Syd calls, “You’re dealing with a lot together and you’re also missing Mat, but he’s ok, maybe he’s just busy, or his phone is dead, or maybe he’s even gaming with the guys and didn’t notice it ring,” she’s good at reasoning, she also seemed so sure you almost asked if there was something she knew that you don’t, but choosing to just listen, you sight trying to relax your body.

You talk a little more about random topics, you can tell she’s trying to distract you, and right before midnight Syd tells you both of you should rest, she had something to do in the morning -to which she didn’t specified to you- and you would probably have a bosy day too -with what? You did not knew.

When you got home it was silent and dark, empty without Mat and even emptier with the realization he wouldn’t be there in the morning. You drank water and showered to get rid of the alcohol in your body before grabbing one of his shirts to sleep. His smell engulfed you into a deep slumber that was only interrupted in the morning by the buzzing of your door bell.

Groaning you grabbed your robe before making your way to the entrance while cursing. Who could possibly be at your door this early? When you swinged the heavy wood material open you frowned.

“Good morning, there’s a deliver to miss y/n,” he stated with a smile. There was a trolley in front of him with at least 6 or 7 jars of all kind of flowers, some which you didn’t even know the name.

“From who?” you ask, maybe it was Mat?!

“It doesn’t say in here and there’s no card,” the man shrugs and points at the flowers, “where can I put these, miss?”

“These?” you grimace.

“Yeah, all the eight vases are in your name.”

Still stunned you open the door wider and points to the coffee table. It takes him almost five minutes and when he’s done it’s like your whole living room was covered in flowers. They smelled amazing and you ran to your bedroom grabbing your phone, there would be probably a message from Mat with a cue about the vases, but when you unlock the device there’s nothing. You saw he read the messages but there wasn’t any reply. It was past 8 am on a Sunday, he could be sleeping, Mat wasn’t a morning person, you knew it, but still you almost felt sadness poll inside you, but before you were able to give it any space there was another buzz.

“What the hell?” you whispered walking to your entrance again. Maybe the man really got the flowers to the wrong person, there was another y/n at the fourth floor, you knew she was single, but still, maybe she was seeing someone? It wasn’t even five minutes after that man left the flowers at your living room, maybe he bump into the right y/n on his way out?

You swallowed before swinging the door open for the second time that morning, however you were not met with the trolley and the green uniform, but with a black suitcase, a suit and a face covered by another vase of flowers.

“I told him 9 vases, one from each month together, but I believe he forgot one,” you would recognize that husky voice and heavenly fragrance from miles away. “Happy Valetine’s, princess.”

“Oh my goodness,” your voice wobbly. You stressed yourself out the whole night thinking he wanted to break up with you, but he was just planning a surprise. As soon as he lowers the vase on the ground you jump into his arms lacing his waist with your bare legs, and although it’s cold inside Mat’s body is warm against your skin, it makes your shiver and bury your frace in the crook of his neck. How you missed that smell! “I thought you were going to leave me and was trying to let me down gently, omg.”

“I could never leave you, my love,” his voice is gentle and so is his hands caressing your back and hair. You sniff before looking at the flowers in the ground, trying to change the aura. “And you got me flowers!? How cliche, I loved it!” you feel his smile when he kisses your neck, his shoulders sagged in relief with your now happy and usual tone.

“What else do you love?” his question takes you by surprise because by the seriousness in his tone you could only think he was trying to get a point, but before you can rationalize it too much your lips are moving by itself.

“You.”

“That’s good, because I love you too,” he whispers before finally kissing your lips after so long away. It’s sloppy and full of smiles, and tongue and grabbing. Mathew loved you and there wasn’t any better Valentine’s gift than his words.

#valentines day prompts #blurbs #mat barzal #mat barza imagine #mat barzal fanfic #hockey imagine #nyisles #🍯 writing

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #458

“i was unprepared for fame, then everybody knew my name”

What does your doormat say? I... actually am not sure. I don't pay any attention. What do you order from most sit down restaurants? Chicken tenders are my go-to safe option, ha ha. Or shrimp. Who was the last person you talked about love/relationships with? Sara. I wanted her advice. Where was the last place you thought about having sex, other than your bed? This was way too long ago, dude. Do you remember the last time you went against someone’s advice? Very recently. :x What day would you consider the best day of your life? Why? Idk, really. Would you say you’re too experienced or too unexperienced for your age? I am embarrassingly unexperienced. What is your favorite neon color? Ever buy nail polish that color? Hot pink. I don't care for nail polish. Has anyone ever mistaken you to be a member of the opposite sex? No. What is the greatest source of happiness in your life? Uhhhh... What was the last charity/cause you donated to? Children With Hair Loss, when I cut a shitload of my hair off for the style I have now. Getting that certificate that my hair was used is to this day one of the warmest feelings I've ever experienced. Who was the last person you got a handwritten letter from? Sara. What is something you know very little about? Economics. Have any of your worst fears ever come true? Yes. I lost Jason. Is anyone in your family divorced? My parents, three of my siblings (all have since gotten remarried and are very happy<3), and I'm sure more distant relatives, too. Does your family go ‘all out’ during the holidays? No. How often in a year do you go to the mall to get new clothes? Pretty much never. Who was the last person to call you beautiful? What was your reaction? Someone on Facebook when I updated my profile pic, probably. I was very flattered, of course. As someone with a SHIT self-image, it means a lot to me. Do you ever get paranoid about who your significant other hangs out with? I'm single, but hypothetically, nope. Did you ever call any teachers by their first name? Who? Some, but only because they preferred it. I don't remember all of them, other than it was common in college. Do you blow-dry, towel-dry or air-dry your hair? Towel-dry and best I can first, then let it air-dry. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? ... One of the reasons I chose to go to actual school instead of homeschooling when I started HS was because I liked the thought of making actual friends and maybe being a guitarist if any wanted to start bands lmao. What is your favorite flavor of gum? Watermelon, probs. Are you a good leader? lol no Would you ever go bear hunting? I'm strictly opposed to hunting for sport, but even if I wasn't, I would NOT be going after bears. Have you ever picked flowers out of someone else’s garden without asking? Wow, no. Have you ever won money by entering a contest/raffle? No. Who is your favorite philosopher? I don't have one. What restaurant would you choose to go to for breakfast? I'm a v basic bitch and love me some Waffle House lmfao. How much money do you think you cost your parents? I. Don't. Want. To. Know. With so much medical stuff... holy shit. Do you eat any meat other than turkey on Thanksgiving? I eat spiral ham, because I don't like turkey in that form. Does your cat give you kitty kisses? Yes. :') Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Close, no. My mom was a close call, though... Her cancer was very, very close to being stage 4. Have you ever been to a waterpark? Yeah, as a kiddo. Describe the person you like/love in one word: Hilarious. Do you enjoy creative writing? Hell yeah man. If so, what things do you like writing about the most? Meerkats in a fantasy setting. Do you own any windchimes? Yes. Mom has one, I believe. Have you ever been known for something extremely negative? No. Would you say you’ve made a lot of people proud? Hell no. Have you ever been in a relationship with someone for over a year? Twice. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? I think I've made that abundantly obvious in the past few surveys lmao. Does your birth name mean anything in another language or sense? It just means "of Britain." I wish my name had better meaning, lol. What is your favorite desert? THE KALAHARI because MEERKATS!!!!!!!!!!! :') Have you ever been called a good kisser? Well not directly, but no one's ever complained? Have you ever stepped on a bee? No. Who is your newest friend? Hmmm... I haven't made a new friend in a very long time. Tell me something about yourself that you don’t normally tell people. I'm an RPer. The last song you heard, what does it make you think of? That I wish I was NEARLY as hot as her lmao. What do you like about your birthday? We go out to eat wherever I want, yum. The person you’re thinking about - what are you thinking about them? That he needs to mESSAGE ME BACK Are you currently sick at all? No. Has anyone ever asked for your autograph? Er, no. What’s one subject that makes you feel uncomfortable? Sex. Who did you last send a friend request to? Idk. What candy makes your face pucker? None that I've tried. I handle sour treats very well. Do you believe that the number 13 is unlucky? No. Do you know any marines? Jason's dad was one. What’s your favorite Halloween movie? Hocus Pocus. :') Do you know anyone who does a lot of pills? I guess me, but they're prescription pills, and I don't abuse them. Mom has a lot, too. Who’s your favorite rapper? And your favorite song by this rapper? Eminem. Either "Love the Way You Lie" or "Space Bound." Has anyone ever made a promise to you that they’d change? Who? No. Have you ever had the cops called on you? For what? Nope. What race do you see the most in your neighborhood? African American. Have you ever walked in on someone accidentally while they were nude? No, I don't think so. Have you ever wanted to get your monroe pierced? Nah, it'd look weird on me. Do you own anything that involves Betty Boop? Nope. Can you remember the last song you listened to? Yeah; I'm listening to Lauren Babic and Halocene's cover of Linkin Park's "Bleed It Out" right now. What is your favourite flavour of Skittles? The sour ones!! Red was always my favorite. Who taught you how to ride a bike? My dad. Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? Girt. Jason is a very close second, but Girt... he saw me at rock fucking bottom. He just showed up at the hospital unannounced after my suicide attempt (he knew because yay for writing a stupid fucking suicide note on Facebook) to help comfort me. He saw me dead to the fucking world and just done with everything. When’s the last time you were on the phone after 2 AM? Wow... probably not since a few days before the aforementioned suicide attempt and I called Jason's landline, desperate to talk to him. His mom picked up and talked to me for like two whole fucking hours. I'm tearing up pretty bad just remembering it, seeing as she's dead now... She cared for me so much. I miss her so, so much. Enough of this question, I'm about to start sobbing. :x What would you do if your best friend got an abortion? Honestly? Be relieved. I really don't think her body could handle pregnancy. What would you do if your father left your mother? That happened, and I hated him for years. What would you do if your bf/gf’s face became mutilated in an accident? Love them all the same. I don't care about appearances. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen in your life? *shrug* Have you ever dated two different people with the same name? No. That would be so weird. What are you deathly afraid of? Pregnancy. Internal parasites. Which unborn babies technically are. Do you know anyone who’s addicted to drugs and, if so, are you friends with them? I know many potheads, and one I'm pretty close with. Have you ever owned a golf cart before and, if so, what color was it? No. Do you have a sibling who’s a complete deadbeat and, if so, which sibling is it? Definitely not. All my siblings are hard workers that have dreams and aspirations they're either working towards or have achieved. Do you own the new Guitar Hero and, if so, what’s your favorite song on it? I have no clue what the newest one is. My favorite song to play in any of the games though is The Eagles' "Hotel California." It just feels good to play, and the ending solo fuckin' slams. Have you ever done anything dangerous enough to have risked your life? An overdose on cold medicine. What was the most length you’ve ever cut off your hair and why did you cut it? 8+ inches because I no longer wanted long hair. Have you ever overcome a disease that was life-threatening and, if so, which one? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''ordinary man'' by ozzy osbourne

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fandomfanfics12 · 5 years ago

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Home Lives With You-Part 3

Title: Home Lives With You. Pairings: Steve x Tony Part: 3/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, blood, abuse (physical and verbal), ptsd, anxiety, bullying Summary: Peter’s been living with the abusive Thompson family for years, it was the only family in the system that would take him. When Steve and Tony get a phone call from the social worker who introduced them to their daughter Morgan for an emergency placement, they feel like they must pay back the favor. But are Steve and Tony taking on more than they can handle, and will Peter be able to adjust to a warm and welcoming family home? A/N: I was going to make you all wait longer but someone (you know who you are) was extremely persuasive, hope you enjoy. Also i’ll be starting a tag list so message me if you would like to be in it and sorry this part is kinda long lol.

Part 1, Part 2

When Peter opened up his bag at his locker, he was surprised to find a packed lunch waiting for him. There was even a little handwritten note that had nearly sent him to tears.

I snuck this in while you were in the shower, wasn’t sure if you’d have lunch at school, sorry if I overstepped.

-Tony.

Peter had just stared at the note, his heart pounding as it sunk in that he’d actually get to eat lunch today. And the lunch had been delicious, Tony had packed him an apple, a Nutella sandwich and had even gone as far as to throw in a juice box. Peter had all of it, not wanting to waste anything and being relieved that he finally had something to eat with the other kids at lunch. It was a small action but it made Peter’s day to know someone had thought about him and considered that he’d want to eat lunch. That someone had gone as far as to make him lunch. Even after his freakout this morning with Morgan, even after just popping up out of the blue. Tony and Steve had done so much for him, it was getting suspicious. While he was grateful he also knew that he needed to keep his guard up. They don’t actually want you. Steve said it himself, this is nothing more than an extended sleepover.

“Hey Rhodey, how’s your day been so far?” Tony’s last meeting had nearly bored him to death, he could’ve assessed the numbers himself and be done with the problem after five minutes. Instead he had to sit there for three hours and listen as his co-worker-Hammer-droned on and on and on.

“Tony is everything alright? Did something happen with Peter?” Tony let out a chuckle, Rhodey sounded so worried. Was that because he cared about the kid, or was there something that Steve and Tony should be concerned about?

“No things have gone alright so far.”

“just alright?” Tony cringed as he thought of the way Peter called them sir and how he flinched at every unexpected word or movement.

“He’s very nervous, but I think he’s warming up to us.” Tony paced, unsure if it really was too soon to be making this phone call.

“What’s the matter then? Is he eating?”

“So far, although it takes a little convincing. Why is there an eating problem we should be concerned about?” The kid was scrawny, but Tony had been a scrawny teenager too. Maybe he should look into a therapist?

“No, Peter had to live in some really poor conditions at his old foster home, I’ve been trying to get an investigation going for years but my superiors think its one less kid in our hands so it’s no longer our problem.” Rhodey growled and Tony shook his head, looking out of his big office window to his brilliant view of New York.

“We’re not sending him back Rhodey if that’s what you’re worried that that’s what this is about.” Tony reminded him and heard Rhodey take a deep calming breath.

“Then what?”

“I know we’ve only had him for a day and of course we want to see if this is just a honeymoon period but Steve and I were wondering if maybe we could keep him for more than a month?” Tony bit his lip, his heart pounded against his rib cage and anxiety clawed at his insides.

“Are you saying that you and Steve may be considering adoption?” Rhodey asked but there was so much joy in his voice that Tony relaxed, his heart slowing and his breath evening out.

“Maybe. I mean we’ve only had him for a night and there’s still a long way to go but the idea of having a son does sound pretty nice.” Tony admitted and Rhodey whooped.

“I had a feeling this would happen.” Rhodey admitted and Tony sat down at his desk, beginning to type in his password at his computer.

“It’s not a definite ask yet Rhodey, but we have a really good feeling about him. This is just an inquiry call…” Tony trailed off suddenly feeling guilty.

“I understand Tony and I wouldn’t ask for more at this point. You’ve only had Peter for one night, but I will get the papers drawn up for an extended stay in case you decide you do want him to stay for a while longer.” Tony grinned and pulled up his emails.

“Thanks Rhodey. I know it’s soon to be asking this kind of question but he’s such a good kid.” Rhodey chuckled.

“The best, I’ll go do the papers now and email you when they’re ready. All you have to do is call me when you want to sign them.” And then Rhodey hung up.

Steve pulled up his emails to show to his class his best friend’s favourite painting. Bucky had emailed it this morning. But at the very top, displayed on the large projector screen was the words in regards to our son.

“Mr Stark-Rogers?” someone called out and pointed to the screen. Steve’s brows rose and he looked back down at his computer. It was from Tony and a grin spread out on his face.

“Yes!” he did a little dance on the spot and his student’s laughed.

“What is it?” a bold student called and Steve shut the lid of his laptop and sat down on his desk, facing the class.

“Last night my husband and I got called by the social worker who gave us our daughter about an emergency placement.” They oohed and aahed and he nodded. “He’s sixteen and my daughter’s already calling him her big brother. Which is incredibly fast, I was worried she’d reject him. Get jealous of having another kid around but it’s been the opposite.”

“So you’re going to adopt him?” Someone called out and Steve chuckled.

“It’s still early days but my husband and I discussed it and we’ve asked the social worker to see if we could have him for a little while longer, just to see how it goes.” They cheered and Steve chuckled. It was moments like these that he loved being a teacher. Loved the connection that he built with his students.

“You’ll have to keep us updated sir!” Someone called out and he nodded.

“Promise I will, but that’s enough chit-chat for today. I’ll show you Bucky’s favourite painting next week…” Steve gave out instructions for the lesson but his mind was reeling. Rhodey had agreed, they were going to have a son. And it was practically set in stone now. No matter what issues arose or how difficult things got with Peter, Tony calling Rhodey had really been the biggest road block. Convincing Tony was always going to be the hard part, but they were in this together, they wanted Peter together and Steve knew that they were going to fight for their son together.

Peter wished he could feel calm and confident that Tony would be there to pick him up after school. He wanted to believe that he would come into the parking lot and that Tony would be there waiting for him, but he couldn’t convince himself of that fact. Couldn’t truly believe it. he could, however, convince himself that he’d get there and the parking space would be empty, that Tony wouldn’t be there. So when the bell rang, he took his sweet time making his way to his locker, his movements slow as he grabbed the books he needed, and didn’t rush to the parking lot. He wanted to live his life without disappointment for as long as possible. But when he got to the car park, Tony was waiting for him, Morgan in the back seat.

“Hey kid, how was school?” Tony asked as Peter put on his seatbelt.

“Good, how was work sir?” Tony tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited in the cue to get out of the parking lot.

“Good, boring, it was work.” He shrugged and Peter nodded trying his best not to freak out over the fact that he had actually showed up. He was actually picking Peter up from school. Peter looked out the window and could see Flash-scowling. Peter sank further down in his seat, but Flash was coming over. Without asking or thinking he reached forward and locked the door.

“Pete?” Tony asked but Peter just watched as Flash kept walking, not throwing them another glance. Peter’s heart was racing, how the hell was he supposed to explain that to Tony?

“sorry sir.” Peter mumbled and unlocked the door. Tony was frowning but didn’t mention it for the whole car ride back to his house.

Steve was in an exceptionally good mood on the way home from work. Just knowing that Tony was already seriously considering adopting Peter too seemed insane to Steve. Were they really going to expand their family? he couldn’t contain the grin. Soon enough he was pulling into the driveway and inside the house, the smell of pizza and garlic bread filled the house.

“Honey I’m home!” Steve called and heard Tony’s snort.

“you know you sound ridiculous right?” Tony asked as he came downstairs to give Steve a kiss.

“How are the kids?” Steve asked and Tony lightly whacked his arm.

“That’s insane.” He whispered and Steve furrowed his brows.

“What is?”

“kids, because we have two!” Steve chuckled and nodded his head, Tony’s eyes were wide and bright, excitement coated his features.

“I know.” Steve whispered and Tony shook his head.

“They’re good, Morgan’s colouring in and Pete’s doing homework.” Steve nodded his head, exhaustion weighing down on him.

“how was work?”

“Good, boring. Hammer wasted three hours of my day.” Tony grumbled and Steve chuckled.

“And we all know just how much you love Hammer.” At that Tony scrunched up his face and stuck his tongue out at Steve. They began to make their way to the kitchen.

“I could have assessed the numbers myself, Hammer’s just bored with his day so he’s trying to ruin mine.” Tony grumbled and Steve chuckled.

“he’s not that bad.” At that Tony spun around and pointed the tongs he’d just picked up at Steve.

“Fine next week you can deal with him all by yourself.”

“next week?” Steve asked and leaned against the doorway.

“Boss’ birthday?” Tony asked and Steve groaned. He hated those parties, hated dressing up in a suit with people that all acted so snobbish especially towards Steve.

“do we have to go?”

“Do we have bills to pay?” Tony asked and Steve sighed.

“Fine, but we can bail early right?” Tony nodded his head, grabbing the garlic bread out of the oven.

“Yes dear, but only after birthday cake.” Steve sighed but accepted the compromise. Tony hated those parties too, but he wasn’t talked down to by his co-workers.

“We could ask Pete to babysit.” Steve said and Tony rose his brows.

“I like your line of thinking.” Steve chuckled and Tony grabbed some paper plates.

“Kids dinner!” Steve called and heard doors open upstairs.

Peter froze in the doorway, heart pounding in his chest. Steve had said kids, which meant both of them. But was that a slip of the tongue? Did he really mean it? Morgan watched him and slowly he moved towards her, trying to look calm and collected.

“Do you like pizza?” she asked as they descended the stairs and Peter shrugged, then realised she wasn’t looking at him.

“uhh sure.” They reached the bottom of the stairs and she ran for the kitchen to where her parents were waiting.

“Hey Peter.” Steve said as Peter entered the kitchen.

“Hello Mr Stark-Rogers.” Peter said and Tony handed Peter a loaded paper plate which had pizza and garlic bread on it.

“thank you sir.” Peter said and Tony chuckled.

“What movie are we watching tonight princess?” and Morgan giggled in response.

“Star wars!” she cried and Steve frowned.

“We’ve watched it six times now.”

“But Princess Leia is so cool!” Morgan cried and Steve nodded.

“alright, do you like star wars Pete?” the question caught Peter off guard. He’d heard about it, his friend Ned referenced it all the time.

“I haven’t seen it.” he admitted and the Stark-Rogers household froze.

“you haven’t seen star wars?” Tony asked slowly and peter shook his head.

“I haven’t seen a lot of movies actually.” He admitted and they stared at him in disbelief.

“Jurassic Park?”

“No sir.”

“Alien?”

“No sir.”

“Indiana Jones?”

“No sir.”

“Gone in sixty seconds?”

“No sir.”

“surely you’ve seen the John Wick movies?” Steve added and again, Peter hadn’t seen it.

“No sir.” His stomach was starting to curdle at all the things he hadn’t seen, the things that set him as different from other kids his age.

“The matrix?”

“no sir.” They looked more and more distressed and a sense of guilt filled Tony. Was this a serious flaw of his? Were they going to get rid of him for this? He liked it here, they didn’t beat him and they gave him warm food and rides to and from school. He didn’t want to get kicked out.

“That’s it, we are going to have to give you an education in quality movies.” Tony said and Peter relaxed, that didn’t sound too bad. Peter followed them to a part of the house he hadn’t been to yet, a room near the back. There was a large leather L-shaped couch, a projector and a huge screen. The walls were covered in DVD’s, all alphabetically arranged. While the Stark-Rogers got comfortable on the couch, Peter sat down on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked and Peter looked over at him.

“Sitting down sir.”

“Are you sure you want to sit on the floor?” Was Peter allowed to sit on the couch? The thought bewildered him and Tony glanced to Steve.

“You can sit here with us if you want Peter.” Steve offered with a gentle smile and slowly Peter rose, easing down onto the couch. His ribs were screaming in agony by now, the cut on his side throbbing constantly. It was nice to sit on something as comfortable as the couch.

“thank you sirs.” He said softly and both men looked too stunned to respond. Tony just turned on the tv and got the movie ready. Every muscle in Peter’s body was tense, what if they changed their minds and sent him back to the floor? How long would this nice act last?

Tony snuggled into Steve’s side and Steve wrapped an arm around him. He loved movie night, and he loved watching Peter’s awed face as he experienced star wars for the very first time. It was very amusing, even Morgan started to look for his reaction instead of the movie. Soon enough the credits were rolling and Peter’s mouth had gone slack.

“Alright princess, bed time.” Tony said, pulling away from Steve and stretching as he stood up. Morgan just scowled at him.

“But I wanna watch the big kid movie with Peter!” she cried and Tony chuckled.

“who said we were gonna watch a big kid movie now?” Steve asked, looking ridiculously handsome and amused.

“because Peter doesn’t have to go to bed!” Tony swept Morgan up and off of her feet, into his arms and she pouted.

“That’s because Peter is a big kid. And you’re half asleep anyway.”

“am not!” she proclaimed and Tony chuckled, he couldn’t take her seriously when she was this cute.

“Say goodnight to everyone.” She rested her head on Tony’s shoulder in defeat and Steve beamed at the two of them.

“G’night.” she mumbled, Tony could feel her going slack in his arms.

“Good night Morgan.” Steve said, grinning and Tony looked at Peter who was watching her in awe.

“Goodnight miss.” She nodded and then Tony carried her out of the room, wondering how long it would be before Peter referred to everyone by their names.

I wonder if he’ll call me dad one day?

Peter nervously sat with Steve as they waited for Tony to return.

“so what are we going to watch now?” Peter asked, wondering if that’s even what they wanted to do. They could just be having a serious talk with him, kicking him out. Or maybe they didn’t want Morgan to see the beating? He knew he shouldn’t have sat down on the couch. Knew that he should move to the floor while they waited, but Peter couldn’t bring himself to. His wounds ached and throbbed and the idea of moving seemed too much.

“I think we should get the John Wick movies out of the way, Morgan will lose patience and try and sneak in eventually. I’d rather her see the snake in gone in sixty seconds than the murders in John Wick.” Steve was smiling and Peter tried to return it. Tony appeared again and flopped back down on the couch, snuggling into Steve.

“that was quick.” Steve mused and Tony nodded.

“Despite her best efforts, she fell asleep as soon as I tucked her in. are we watching John Wick?” Steve’s grin widened and he nodded, Peter nervously eyed them from the couch. Was he allowed to stay there for this movie too? Was he really allowed to watch two movies in the same night? he waited for the other shoe to drop. For them to tell him he needed to scrub the house clean with a toothbrush or maybe they were going to demand he paint the driveway or-

“Hey Pete, can I ask you something.” Peter inhaled sharply, here it was.

“Of course sir.” Peter said and they both sat up straighter, both looking nervous. They’re not going to ask me to do chores, they’re going to kick me out. And Peter was filled with a sense of despair because he liked living with Tony and Steve. So far they’d been nice, they hadn’t hit him and they’d fed him and given him his own room. And here they were, about to kick him out. The wound in his side throbbed, anticipation rattled through his bones and he waited.

“Next Friday is my boss’ birthday party. Steve and I are going to be out late and we were wondering if you wouldn’t mind babysitting Morgan for us?” they both looked so earnest and Peter’s entire body relaxed.

“I’d love to.” He admitted and both men grinned.

“Really? Thanks Pete.” Tony turned back and settled in against Steve whilst he got the movie ready.

“We’ll leave some money so you can order a pizza and you can even have a friend come over if you want.” Peter nodded his head but didn’t have the heart to tell them that he didn’t have a friend to invite over. not really. Sure there was Ned, but they weren’t that close. Peter was more shocked that they were letting him buy a pizza for himself and Morgan. But the movie was starting and Steve’s head was resting against Tony’s and so Peter relaxed into the couch. They were at the very least keeping him for another week, he could relax a little bit.

When the movie was over, Peter had thanked them and vanished back upstairs. Steve looked down at his husband who was frowning at the space on the couch where Peter had been moments before.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Tony wondered and together they sat forward.

“I think we should check on him, it can’t hurt right?” At that, Tony nodded. They threaded their fingers together and made their way upstairs, and Steve could hear retching coming from the bathroom.

“Pete?” he asked, knocking on the door.

“I-I’m fine. Fine really.” His shaking voice croaked and Steve let go of Tony’s hand to open the door, Peter’s frail body curled up over the toilet bowl.

“Peter.” Steve stepped into the room and dropped down beside Peter who was breathing heavily. Tony went downstairs to get ice.

“Shh it’s alright.” Ragged breaths came out as Peter struggled to drag in a breath, his hair a mess and vomit on his shirt.

“I’m so sorry.” Tears streamed down Peter’s face and then Tony was back, a cup full of ice.

“Start the shower.” Steve said and a moment later there was running water. Steve tipped the cup full of ice down the back of Peter’s shirt and the boy gasped, Steve rubbed soothing circles between Peter’s shoulder blades. He helped Peter to his feet, the boy’s breath starting to even out and pulled Peter underneath the freezing cold water. He gasped again and then Steve turned the water off, the both of them shivering.

“Better?” he asked and Peter nodded, his eyes wide.

“how did you do that?” he whispered, his voice raw.

“Steve gets bad panic attacks sometimes too.” Tony said and handed them both a towel. Steve held his tightly against himself and Peter pushed back his wet hair.

“I don’t understand.”

“The cold water shocks the nervous system, it’s how we shocked you out of your panic attack.” Peter nodded and then looked down at the floor.

“I’m sorry sir.” He mumbled and Steve squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s not your fault Peter, do you want to talk about what caused it?” Tony’s voice was soft and gentle, Peter just shook his head.

It had been the movie. Seeing so much graphic violence had sent his brain back to nights in the basement with Mr Thompson, he’d managed to sit there through the whole movie, but as soon as the credits rolled Peter had to get out of there. He didn’t want to tell them about what had triggered the panic attack, it would only bring on a larger conversation that Peter wasn’t ready to have with them yet. Peter had been instructed to take a shower and get changed into warm clothes. He’d made sure only to use the cold water despite how much his body yearned to be warm and then made his way to his room.

Before he knew it they were back, standing there with concern on their faces. They’re not going to let me look after Morgan. Not after that, they’re going to kick me out. He hadn’t unpacked his bags yet and now he wished he’d had. Just so he could stay here for a little while longer, even if it were only five minutes.

“Want to tell us what that was all about now?” Tony asked, breaking the silence.

“No sir.” Peter was on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest. The bed was soft, comfy and he wished that he’d be allowed to sleep on it.

“Pete, please talk to us.” Steve murmured and Peter shook his head.

“What can we do to make this better?” Tony asked and Peter’s eyes met theirs.

“You’re not kicking me out are you?” his voice wobbled and he dug his nails into his palms to stop himself from crying.

“kicking you out? Of course not!” they both moved so they were seated on either side, wrapping their arms around him and he cried out as someone’s hand brushed his wound.

“Pete?” they both immediately pulled back but he was crying as the pain radiated throughout his body. Fuck. He thought and curled in on himself.

“What’s wrong?” he could identify the voice as Steve’s but he just shook his head. Then his shirt was being lifted up and one of them gasped.

“this looks bad honey.” Peter slowly uncurled and looked at what Tony was seeing, the deep cut that was now a green, seeping pus and looking rather swollen.

“shit.” Steve breathed and Tony raised a brow.

“You’re freezing Pete, how’d this happen?” Tony asked but Peter just shook his head.

“please don’t beat me.” he whispered and Tony’s eyes widened. He looked to Steve who was standing now.

“I’m going to take him to the hospital.” Steve said and Tony nodded. They helped Peter to his feet, his whole body trembling with fear now. there words weren’t sinking in, the panic was just rising.

“I used the cold water and I slept on the floor and I swear I haven’t taken any extra food other than what was offered and-“

“Peter honey we’re not going to hurt you.” but he was sobbing and shaking so hard that he collapsed to the ground. He curled up in a tight ball, hands covering his head and mind racing. He wasn’t sure he could take this, and then there were hands on him. Peter flinched but it was just Steve, scooping him up into his arms. He carried Peter downstairs and then put him down in the backseat, buckling him in.

“It’s going to be alright Peter.” He whispered and Peter nodded, sobbing now. soon Steve was in the front seat and driving, the car only filled with the sound of Peter’s whimpers.

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yoon-kooks · 5 years ago

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With Love and No Regrets💋 2

Pairing: ??? x Reader, Taehyung x Reader (this chapter)

Genre: Angst, Handwritten!AU, inspired by TATBILB

Summary: Seven stories, seven regrets, seven letters… to all the boys you may or may not still think about…

Word Count: 2.8k

Parts: Prologue // 1 // 1.5 // 2 // 2.5 // 3 //

Warnings: none

A/N: hands up if you remember your first crush ever 😔✊

Fifth grade might’ve been your prime. You were a whopping ten years old, all the kindergarteners looked up to you as their senior, multiple boys in your class had their eye on you, and you developed your first crush. His name was Kim Taehyung.

Unlike Jungkook who you had met in kindergarten, the existence of Kim Taehyung was unknown to you until fifth grade came around. And boy did he hit you like a truck.

Taehyung was cute. Perhaps one of the cutest boys in your class, up there with Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok. And sure, you would’ve loved for fate aka your teacher to seat you right next to him for the entire school year. But the truth is, fate wasn’t always so kind. Because Taehyung always somehow ended up on the opposite side of the room from you.

But why leave everything up to fate? You weren’t that passive when it came to love—at least not at age ten. So you found another way to connect with the boy.

One stormy October morning, you discovered a common interest between Taehyung and yourself. Rainy days were always your favorite because your class was blessed with some free time in the school’s computer lab during recess. After all, you were the type that opted to stay behind a screen instead of facing things head on.

“Ahin, how are you level 77 already?” you asked your best friend as you glanced back and forth between her level 77 mage and your level 32 bandit on the computer screen. Her character had a lot more swag with the sunglasses and shit compared to your basic ass character with the default clothes.

“That’s because my screen time isn’t limited to one hour a day like you,” Ahin shrugged. “At this rate, you’ll be a noob forever, Y/N. Taehyung’s gonna over-level you soon.”

“Taehyung plays StapleMory, too?” You were intrigued because StapleMory was already your favorite MMORPG, but with the addition of a cute boy thrown into the mix, you’d have to beg your mother for an extra hour of play time.

“Yeah, he started playing a few weeks ago and he’s only a few levels behind you.”

“What’s his username? I wanna add him to my friend list.”

“Why? Are you in love with him or something?”

“What? No, of course not.” You didn’t have a crush on him just yet. You didn’t even know what a crush felt like.

“Well I don’t know his username either,” Ahin said. “I just heard him talking about it with Hoseok. Try asking them instead.”

You’d only made the smallest of small talk with Taehyung in the first month back from summer break, so you didn’t know him well enough to casually start a conversation with him at recess without it feeling a little forced. On the other hand, you did have an already established acquaintance with Hoseok thanks to summer school a few years back.

You peered down at the pair of boys several computers down from where you sat, locked onto your target, and rolled your chair over in that direction. When you caught a glimpse of familiar character sprites on their screens, you knew what to do.

“You play StapleMory, too, Hoseok?” The character on his screen was a heavily armored warrior holding a long blue spear.

“Y-you play too, Y/N?” He looked shocked. Shocked but not upset. Though maybe if you both had put two and two together sooner, you could’ve advanced your acquaintanceship with him beyond summer school.

“Yeah, and Ahin plays too.”

“I play too,” Taehyung jumped in. Contrary to his natural handsomeness, his character was on the ugly side equipped with a bow and arrows. “Well I just started, so I’m only level 30.”

“Oh, so you’re still just a noob,” you laughed as if being two levels higher than him was anything to boast about.

“Well what level are you then?”

“Higher than you.” You really should not have had that smug look on your face, but you did.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you. It was a challenge. “What’s your username? I’ll add you.”

“YoungHinata.”

“Is that some kind of Naruto reference or something?”

“Yeah, duh.” You didn’t know. It wasn’t your username.

After typing the username in, Taehyung’s jaw dropped. “Level 77? That’s… impressive. You already have your third job advancement?”

You wanted to psych him out a little, not impress him. Clearly that didn’t work out, so you abort. “Nah, I’m just kidding. That’s Ahin’s character.”

“Haha very funny. I guess I’ll add her then, not you.” Taehyung sent Ahin a virtual friend request right in front of your eyes. “Unless you wanna tell me your username.”

Were you feeling threatened? No. But did you want Taehyung to be your friend? Yes.

“It’s… TacoCat98.” You admit you were self-conscious about the name, and you would’ve picked something a little wittier like TacoBelle if you’d known you’d be playing with a cute boy. But nobody could’ve predicted that.

“Seriously?” Taehyung laughed at your username as he typed it in. He had no right to clown you when his own username was something as simple Vante, and you totally did not get the reference if there was one. And he only stopped laughing once he saw your character. “You called me a noob when you’re only like two levels above me? Noob.”

“It doesn’t matter! I’m still higher than you, so ha!” You got the last laugh, but not the last say.

“Not for long, Y/N… Not for long.” The confidence in Taehyung’s voice was admirable with a hint of flirtiness, but you wouldn’t let him get the best of you. Or so you thought.

It had quickly become a regular thing for you to hop online after school with either Ahin, Hoseok and Taehyung, or just Taehyung. Your mother was pleasantly surprised to see you zipping through your homework with newfound motivation, and she even granted you an extra hour of screen time to reward your excelling academics. Little did she know that your motivation had everything to do with a boy.

With that valuable extra hour of play time, you did everything in your power to stay ahead of Taehyung. You grinded, took on quests, asked Ahin for advice on the best equips and places to train, and you did so without a minute to waste. The only time you took a break from leveling up your character was when a certain notification popped up on your screen.

[Vante has logged in!]

[Vante sent you a message!]

Vante: hi Y/N >:)

TacoCat98: why r u sending me a mean face? :P

Vante: freedom of speech?

TacoCat98: ok?

Vante: come train with me :(

TacoCat98: where r u now?

Vante: where the fire boars are

TacoCat98: kk

You might’ve been in the middle of a jump quest that you’d have to restart later, but you were willing to forfeit some good EXP in exchange for time with Taehyung. The two of you were close enough in level where it’d be mutually beneficial to train together on the same map anyway. So you hustled over to the fire boars.

As soon as you walked through the portal to where Taehyung said he was, you witnessed a hoard of flaming pigs chasing an ugly green-haired archer. Rather than extending a hand to help the boy out of danger, you take pleasure in watching him struggle to find safety on a nearby platform.

“why didnt u help me????” A speech bubble appeared over Taehyung’s character. “i almost died!!”

“i didnt wanna kiss you,” you typed, with a very embarrassing typo. “i meant KS you… not kiss you lol”

“r u sure that was a typo?” Taehyung changed his character’s facial expression to a hmm face.

“KISS wouldnt have made sense in that context!!” K.S. was the abbreviation of kill steal, which was when someone (often a noob like Taehyung) is trying to kill a monster but then a higher level player passes by and instantly kills the monster as a form of mockery. Kiss, on the other hand, meant something very different.

“right…”

“RIGHT.” You made your character flail around in the air like a kid having a tantrum before jumping down to release all your awkward energy out on the fire boars. “can we just train now??”

You sent Taehyung a request to join your party, and he accepted it, but he remained right where he was instead of joining you on the battle grounds.

“or we could just talk,” he typed. That not only surprised you, but also meant something to you. It meant he’d rather spend time chatting with you over leveling up his character. You were more important to him than the game itself.

You jumped back up to the safe platform and faced Taehyung’s character. “we could.”

You didn't know if he was just luring you away from training so he could sneak past you in levels as soon as you logged off, but maybe it didn’t matter. You only had two hours a day to do whatever you wanted on the computer, and Taehyung was what made your time feel well-spent.

And if he ended up surpassing you in levels as a result of that, you’d lose bragging rights and that hold over him, but something in you wanted to believe he wouldn’t leave your noob ass behind.

For a solid year, you never grew bored of Taehyung and his antics. Even in the classroom, it became apparent that you two were no strangers. You teased him about his new haircuts, he teased you by shouting “TacoCat98” across the school yard, and you both exchanged ugly faces as you passed by each others’ desks. All of that was innocent and cute, though the more intimate stuff remained online.

You can’t remember the exact moment you first acknowledged your feelings for Taehyung because it was your very first crush and you had no way of recognizing the signs. For a while, you assumed your first crush would be Namjoon because he had all the stunning physical qualities you thought you wanted in a boyfriend. But with Taehyung, it was something else that you couldn’t quite comprehend. All you knew was that he made your day a little brighter. And you found yourself thinking about him. A lot.

But nothing could’ve made you realize your crush more than when he asked you about it right after graduation.

Vante: hey

TacoCat98: hey

Vante: do you like anyone?

It was your chance—the golden opportunity. You wanted to scream “YES, IT’S YOU” through your computer. But on the off chance that he didn’t feel the same way, you wanted to save yourself from a potential rejection. You told yourself you’d only confess to him if you felt 100% confident that he felt the same way. Despite having a gut feeling that that might’ve been the case, you needed more answers.

TacoCat98: lol why r u asking?

Vante: bc u know how my group of guys had a talk after the grad ceremony?

TacoCat98: umm no? and yall arent “guys” yet btw. youre still boys lolol

Vante: whatever -_-

Vante: anyway

Vante: the BOYS had a talk about who we liked in our class

Vante: so i know who likes u

Someone liked you? That was definitely news to you. No one (to your knowledge) ever had a crush on you in your ten years of life. Naturally, you were curious as a kitten as to who it was, and if it was in fact Taehyung himself. Or maybe he was just bluffing. If that were the case, you were going to bluff back.

TacoCat98: well i know who likes u too :P

Vante: who?

For some reason, your dumbass didn’t anticipate him asking you to spill the tea. Especially not when you were alluding to your own crush on him.

TacoCat98: u tell me first and then ill tell u

Because how romantic would that be if the feeling was mutual and realized on the online platform where it had all begun to bloom?

Vante: hoseok

TacoCat98: wat

Vante: hoseok said he likes u

Vante: ok next

You needed a long minute to comprehend what had happened. Hoseok liked you? Hoseok? Hoseok didn’t even know you the way Taehyung did. You rarely even spoke to him outside of when he’d play StapleMory with you and Taehyung. So how was it possible for Jung Hoseok to develop a crush on you out of nothing? Spoiler alert: It wasn’t possible. But you didn’t know that at the time.

Vante: so… who likes me?

An idiot liked Taehyung. And that idiot was you. But after he didn’t confess to you like you had hoped, there was no way you’d confess either.

TacoCat98: actually i promised to keep that a secret

Vante: but u said u would tell me >:(

TacoCat98: well im srry!!

TacoCat98: it’s not like you were sharing your OWN crush, so why r u so mad lol

TacoCat98: hoseok probably wanted to keep that a secret but u told me anyway

Vante: true

Vante: dont tell him i told u >.<

TacoCat98: ok i wont

Vante: good

Vante: now back to the original question… tell me who u like

TacoCat98: i dont like anyone lol

Vante: seriously…

TacoCat98: really i dont lol

Vante: everyone has a crush

TacoCat98: and your crush is…?

Vante: ahin

He typed it without hesitation, not a sliver of doubt. He confidently told you about his crush on your best friend as if that information wasn’t going to get back to her. Maybe he intended for you to tell Ahin so he wouldn’t have to confess himself. Or maybe he just wanted to make you jealous. The latter was what he accomplished.

As a friend, you loved Ahin and envied her for how easily she got along with the boys in your class. Just as her StapleMory character outshined yours, she had the same effect at school. It honestly didn’t surprise you that Taehyung chose her over you. You had just hoped and envisioned that this time it was you.

TacoCat98: AHIN!!! can i tell u something?

YoungHinata: sure lol

TacoCat98: i like tae

YoungHinata: omg

YoungHinata: really????

YoungHinata: u should tell him!!

YoungHinata: he always acts like he likes u too

TacoCat98: i dont think he likes me like that

YoungHinata: y tho???

TacoCat98: i just have a feeling :(

YoungHinata: well youll never know for sure unless u confess to him

TacoCat98: nah im fine with him never knowing

TacoCat98: i just wanted to get it off my chest so i told u instead of him lol

After elementary school ended and middle school started, you were more thankful than ever that you and Taehyung had established an online friendship. You wouldn’t have otherwise known he attended the same middle school because you had zero classes with him in sixth grade and literally never saw him on campus. You owed a lot to the online platform for all the opportunities it provided you with in chatting with your crush. At the same time, a relationship built upon online engagements had its limits.

[Vante has logged in!]

TacoCat98: hihihi

Vante: i havent seen your face around these parts in a while

TacoCat98: blame my teachers >:(

TacoCat98: more hw = less staplemory

Vante: same

Vante: dont u think it’s weird tho

TacoCat98: whats weird?

Vante: how we talk on here but not irl

TacoCat98: i guess we never see each other at school anymore

There were a million better ways to respond to Taehyung’s comment, but that’s how you chose to respond. You had every opportunity to say, “hey let’s meet up at lunch tomorrow” or “wanna get milk tea after school?” But you were too dense to realize what he wanted out of that conversation. You took it more as a subtle breakup like “we can’t be friends anymore because things are awkward now irl.” After all, you were on the wrong side of an unrequited love, and it was almost inevitable that he’d develop other crushes on his new classmates who outclassed you.

It was only after you both quit StapleMory later that year and left your friendship to die in cyberspace that you heard a rumor floating around regarding you and Taehyung. One of your new middle school friends said Taehyung had asked her if it was true that you had a crush on him.

How did Taehyung know about that? And why did he even care? He was supposed to like Ahin. He told you himself that he liked Ahin. If you were his crush, he would’ve told you. He should’ve told you. Because you were fully convinced he no longer cared about his little gamer friend when there were plenty of prettier kids to pursue. And whether or not it was the truth, you took it to heart, despite all the other signs that had said otherwise.

So, no. The rumor wasn't true. You didn’t have a crush on him. Not anymore.

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts angst #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #bts x reader #taehyung #v #bts #bangtan #with love and no regrets

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slurp-imagines · 5 years ago

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Could I ask C, D, L, O and W from the fluff alphabet for Gaara? I wasn't sure how many were allowed but if it's too much you can leave some out :) Thank you!

Fluff Alphabet: Gaara

(ask meme link)

I allow 4 items at a time for asks memes, so I just did the ones I thought I could answer best. thanks for sending, anon! xx

C = Comfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

When you’re feeling down, Gaara is your silent supporter. He’s a great listener– he understands that sometimes we don’t need a solution, we just need someone to be there. And he’s there for you alright

He’s very empathetic, so it’s especially hard for him seeing you upset. He knows he has to be the strong one, though, so he’d try to distract himself from that and focus on you.

He’s not great with words when he’s all choked up with emotions, so he’ll hold you instead, hoping he could bring you some comfort that way.

I know I said he’s not great with words at moments like these, but if you asked him for advice or a pep talk, he’d find a way to deliver. He’s optimistic and a bit of a dreamer though, so it’s up to you whether you think that sort of outlook would help you.

Gaara is a great person to have around when you’re panicking.

He’s very calm, very gentle-voiced, and he’s certainly been through something like this himself so he’d know all the right things to do.

He would be by your side– holding your hands, if you are okay with being touched– reassuring you that you’re safe and that you’ll be okay.

After you’ve calmed down, he’d know that you must be exhausted. So he’d carefully ask you if you wanted him to bring you home, if you wanted anything to drink or eat, and of course, if you wanted him to stay with you. If so, he’s prepared to push some work back to another time so he can be there for you.

But if you needed some time alone to rest and recuperate, he’d completely understand as well. He’d just let you know that you can call him at any time if you need anything else.

L = Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

It would honestly take Gaara a long time to work through things and understand what he feels for you. And it’d be a while before he actually uses the L-word to describe it, largely because he isn’t sure that that’s what it is yet.

But he’s sure of plenty of other things. Like how he wants to be with you, or how he wonders how or what you’re doing throughout the day, or how his chest feels airy when you laugh.

So the first verbal confession you receive from Gaara will most likely be something along the lines of, “I just know that I want to be by your side. Always.”

The “I love you” comes much later, but you’d know he feels that way long before he says it.

O = On Cloud Nine: What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s rather obvious to others when Gaara is in love.

Because he’s always thinking about you. Which means, by extension, he’s always talking about you.

Not that he suddenly gets super chatty, but he still brings you up in conversation pretty often. Even when people don’t expect you to be related to the topic at hand at all, Gaara finds a way

But mainly, it’s the look on his face that lets people know. I swear Gaara has the most severe case of heart eyes you’ll ever see on a person lol

Because not only his eyes, but basically everything about him, softens when you’re in the room. His voice, his posture, those little smiles of his. It’s so cute

He expresses his love largely through acts of service. He just really enjoys taking care of you and doing that little bit extra to see you smile.

Also he tends to get you gifts! Just little things he sees in town that remind him of you– anything from a cute key chain to a piece of jewelry. He probably has this lovely, flowering cactus in his garden that he bought for this exact reason

W = Wild Card: A random Fluff Headcanon.

Gaara is so good at remembering dates. He knows your parents’ birthdays, your sibling’s, your best friend’s… All of them. And he never misses one either. He’s very on top of these things

Your family will love him to bits because he’s always sending like… a bouquet of flowers and a fruit arrangement for every occasion. Always with a handwritten card too, probably with something very sweet and sincere in the message. He’s thoughtful like that

He just feels bad because he’s very busy as the Kazekage, and he doesn’t want to seem too distant. He also wants you to know that he values and appreciates your family (both of blood and water).

#why did it take me writing 3 letters to notice naruto in the bg there lmao #gaara #naruto #sabaku no gaara #naruto imagines #sensitive

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oghoneytryst · 6 years ago

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xx.

where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.

a/n: in which I should be working on requests but instead this pops out.

a piece inspired by this post. enjoy!

When y/n spots a sealed pink envelope crammed between the usual bills and coupons hoarding her small mailbox, she is nothing short of bemused. Only during special occasions, such as her birthday or the holidays, is y/n ever lucky enough to be the recipient of a precious Hallmark card. Otherwise, it is expected of her dreary mail to lack such a colorful and ominous surprise as the one currently cradled in her hands.

Her curious eyes do a quick scan over the back of the envelope, and she notices the return address missing from the top left corner. In its space occupies the name MICK GREENBERG written in sloppy capital letters, two kissy x’s residing just beneath it.

Strange, y/n thinks to herself. She doesn’t seem to recall ever meeting a Mick before, much less a Mick Greenberg who evidently fancies sending thoughtful letters rather than halfhearted texts. Perhaps the card is not meant for her after all, given that she also does not recall ever giving her address to a stranger such as Mick.

Y/n considers taking the pretty envelope back down to give to her landlord in case it is meant for somebody else, but laziness makes her decide against it when she reaches the remaining steps to her floor. While attempting to unlock the front door to her apartment, telling herself that she will turn it in first thing in the morning, her soft eyes catch a glimpse of the scribbling done at the center.

It is then that everything begins to make sense.

With a soft sigh escaping her two lips, y/n twists the key in the lock and shuffles inside her living area. The distant sound of nails clattering along the floorboards brings a smile to her face.

“Hey, precious,” she coos to Ruben, the hyperactive border terrier circling around her feet.

Carelessly tossing her bag to the floor, y/n trudges over to the couch, unbothered by the sheds of dog hair littering the cushions. She pats twice on her lap, motioning for her pet to join her as her new discovery burns in the back of her mind.

RUBEN Y/L/N. The envelope is addressed to her dog, who she ever-so-proudly can recall has a birthday coming up in the next few days. She’s certain that Mick Greenberg is also aware of this momentous occasion, but y/n prefers to allude to Harry by his given name than by his songwriting pseudonym.

A laugh escapes her. It’s been almost a year since their unfortunate parting, where both of them had been so desperately in love but neither had been capable of finding time for the other. It was a decision that had been concluded after a countless number of difficult hours-long discussions, but it had been mutual nonetheless. To accept the end of their relationship meant the separated pair had to suffer through their respective painful months of mourning and tears, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t fair to hold onto something that felt so distant and permuted. Y/n is only grateful that no bad blood has surged between them.

That isn’t to say that the two still keep in contact with each other. Y/n hasn’t spoken to Harry since the night before he was to embark on his world tour, wishing him the best of luck and sealing the end of their relationship.

Almost a year later, Harry is sending a birthday card to the rescue dog they had adopted together.

Y/n knows she shouldn’t open it. Nothing beneficial could possibly come from opening the envelope, unless Harry had been considerate enough to get Ruben a gift card to splurge on new toys at the pet store.

It’s worth taking a peak.

Slipping her finger through the small opening at the side of the seal, y/n rips open the flap in an unorderly manner. She takes the short-lived opportunity to play with Ruben, a silly expression painting over her face as she very slowly slides the card out from its paper packaging.

“Wow, lookie here, Ruben,” y/n exclaims, presenting the front of the birthday card to her tail-wagging dog. “It almost looks like you, bubs!”

Ruben barks at the picture of his look-alike printed over the face of the card, except his twin sports a decorative party hat and has confetti all around him.

Without noticing the bulkiness of the card, y/n is surprised when a slightly heavier item falls from the inside. “Sick,” she whispers, grabbing ahold of the glossy gift card that has fallen onto the couch.

She rushes to place the gift card back into the regular card for safekeeping, but pauses when she notices the entire inside marked with a scrawling of continuous ink. Trailing the pads of her finger down the lengthy handwritten note, y/n becomes at war with her mind and her heart about whether or not she should proceed to read it.

“Dammit, Harry,” she seethes, admitting defeat once she sinks deeper into the back of the couch and softly rubs at her dog’s wavy fur. With an attempt to clear her throat, y/n reads: “Dear Ruben...”

I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but I’m sending you this gift to let you know that I haven’t forgotten about you. I want to write this to wish you a happy birthday! I can’t even imagine how much you must’ve grown since I last saw you, but I know you’re not a pup anymore. I can’t hold you in my single hand anymore, but you’re never too big to hold in my heart.

Please tell your mom not to roll her eyes when she reads that.

Y/n rolls her eyes a second time, only a few sentences into the letter.

I hope this card has gotten to you safely because I don’t know how I would feel if some stranger were to read all of the sweet moments we once shared. To me, they are special, and they should be a secret that only we know. Not because I am afraid to show the world how much I love you, but because there are some things that should only be for us.

So where do I begin, little lad? Should I start with the day your mum and I first fell in love with you at the animal rescue center, that one Tuesday evening? You took a straight wee on me, don’t think I’ve forgotten. I had to throw that sweater away, but you had fit so nicely in the sleeve, so I cut it off and let you nap in it. I know you’ve outgrown it, but I still have it safe with me. Maybe you can sleep with it one day.

I think back to those times when we stayed at home, relaxing on the couch as we stared at the telly. I really enjoyed cuddling with you, bud. You’re very soft and warm and you helped the bad dreams go away. And those times you’d make me laugh, when you gave me a kiss early in the morning before I was on my way to wherever I was off to that day, our silly fights that we always overcame ... I will remember those the most.

Creased lines appear on y/n’s forehead from her incertitude in Harry’s words. Though he is addressing Ruben very clearly in the letter, she has a gut-feeling that he means something else with the recollection of their memories. Perhaps it is because these moments he has shared with Ruben are moments he has also shared with her.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you. I promise, even on the other side of the world, I smile knowing that you are happy and healthy, little lad. Thank you for that. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you, but I know your mum is giving you enough love from the both of us. I miss you. I love you. I hope you have the best birthday. Please continue to look after your mum and care for her. Be there for her like you were for me.

See you when I see you,

Dad xx

Y/n’s voice trails off at the two x’s that match the ones inked on the envelope. There is a silence in the air that follows, one that y/n feels very strangely about. Ruben notices his mother’s uneasy state and jumps up from his spot on the couch. Standing on his hind legs, he leans his front paws against his mother’s arm and sniffles at the stray tears that have absentmindedly fallen.

Y/n lets out a weary laugh, wipes away her tears, and shoves the card back in its pretty pink envelope. “Wow, Ruben. I don’t even get letters that long for my birthday. You must be really special to daddy, huh?”

Scooping the loving dog in her arms, she buries her face in the comforting fur and ponders about the words echoing in her mind.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you.

Later that night, y/n is wrapped up in the sheets of her bed. Ruben snoozes lightly at her side and the night sky ages to an early, early morning; 1:22, to be exact, but y/n has not been able find solace in her sleep.

Instead, she stares at her phone screen, scrunching her face at the one contact she never even thought about deleting.

HARRY : message | call

Her fingertip lingers over the message icon, her teeth nervously gnawing at her lips until tiny bits of skin tear away. She doesn’t know where in the world he is, which continent he could be exploring as she disputes with herself, but she knows that the unsettling feeling in her stomach will not go away until she acknowledges his sweet letter.

So, she takes her chances and composes a text message.

to: HARRY

Ruben says thank you for the card.

Sent. Y/n locks her phone right after, dropping the device on her stomach to palm at her eyes harshly. Is it fair of him to have reached out to her in the manner that he had and pretend as if it were so innocent? She knows that it is not. He must have known how her conscious would eat at her until she had no choice back to reach back.

The faint ding! that resonates from her phone nearly makes y/n choke on the pure air.

from: HARRY

I’m glad to hear that.

Tell Ruben not to go too crazy at the pet store.

Air shoots out from y/n’s nose in the form of a silent makeshift laugh. She smiles at the message and is relieved that she didn’t have to wait hours upon hours for his response.

to: HARRY

ok lol.

The word read followed by the time 2:27 AM instantly appears beneath her minuscule message. She feels her chest tighten. There is something peculiar in knowing that wherever it is Harry may be, she knows that he stares at his phone screen, reading over the same nervous messages as she does.

to: HARRY

Ruben says he misses you.

Sent. The read receipt once again appears below her message. She doesn’t know what she wants to gain from sending such a straightforward message. She doesn’t even know why she advances with the miles-long conversation, but the three dots appearing on the bottom of the screen as an indication of his typing makes her heart drop down to her tummy for the first time in nearly a year.

from: HARRY

I miss you too. xx

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 6 years ago

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‘Simple Romance’ Chapter 4: Confessions and Snogging

I think the title says it all lol

@glitterkitty4ever

Well, here I am again, writing my thoughts online. If you’ve read my blog before, you’ll notice I deleted all prior entries. I’m starting over. Today’s topic is romance. Does anyone feel that romance and chivalry has completely died out? I feel that way. Those days appear to be behind us, but oh how I do long for the age of handwritten love letters and courting.

People tend to stop everything once they feel they’ve got you in their grasp, but even now, it seems they never really knew you all that well to begin with. It makes me wonder how I ended up where I’m at today. I’m not delusional; I know that butterflies and the euphoria eventually wears off, but it is quite questionable to me that I feel those things with someone else—I have for the past four years.

Molly stared at the words she had written on her new blog last night. It was over. She hadn’t been able to go back to sleep until she woke him up to tell him so. Tom had seemed different lately, turning into a man she hardly knew. For the longest time, she felt he could be a good match for her, but he had become impatient and moody as of late. He stopped trying for the most part, and she had felt as if it were all up to her to keep their relationship on smooth ground. In all honesty, Molly was exhausted from all the effort. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.

And that phone call from Sherlock the night before—though amusing—was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Her eyes flicked over to the ring that now sat on her desk. Without love, it didn’t mean anything. She had always been in love with Sherlock Holmes, and there was no stopping it. She smiled, knowing he loved her too, but would he admit it sober?

Interrupting her thoughts, her phone pinged, alerting her to a message from Greg.

You busy? –Greg

Not in the least. What’s going on? –Molly

Our consulting detective needs a ride home. Mary’s picking up John in a few. – Greg

I’ll be there. -Molly

“My head,” Sherlock groaned, holding it in his hands as if it would help. “Aren’t you taking me back home, Graham?”

�� “It’s Greg,” Lestrade corrected him in annoyance. “And no, the missus will be doing that.”

Sherlock’s head perked up, his brows furrowed in confusion. “The missus?”

“That’d be me, I suppose.” Molly sighed.

Sherlock glanced at her through bleary eyes for a moment, soon covering his eyes with his arm to shield him from the pain of the sunlight streaming through. “C’mon.” Molly helped him outside and into the passenger seat of her car. He kept his eyes shut the whole way there.

“So much for not getting ill,” she teased as they made their way inside his flat. “Exactly how much did you have to drink last night?”

Sherlock seated himself in his chair, rubbing his temples, praying to a God he didn’t believe in to take away the pain. “Please, Molly, I really don’t need a lecture right now.”

“No cases for you today,” she told him, getting a start on the coffee. Sherlock’s vision was finally becoming clear again, and he took in her appearance; black boots up to the knee, blue skinny jeans, black and white striped knit jumper, and her hair loose over her shoulders. It wasn’t fair.

“What’s not fair?” she asked. Oops, he must have said it out loud. It’s now or never, he thought.

Sherlock approached her as he spoke. “It’s not fair that the only person who understands me is promised to someone else; and it’s most certainly unfair that you’re so bloody gorgeous, and I’m not even allowed to kiss you right now.”

Now standing face to face, her back against the counter, she challenged him, her voice coming out huskier than usual. “Then do something about it.”

Two hearts pounded furiously together as Sherlock took her in his arms, pressing his lips to hers in frenzied passion. A soft, desperate moan escaped her mouth. Molly slid her hands up from his back into his curls, gripping them just enough to pull him closer. Humming happily against his mouth, Molly relished in the velvet slide of his tongue against hers. All the hard planes of his body felt soft and warm pressed against hers, and oh God, she wanted more.

“More,” she moaned in between kisses. His lips left hers, trailing kisses along her jaw, landing on that sweet, sensitive spot just below her ear.

“Molly,” he whispered hoarsely, sending shivers down her spine. His hand found hers surprisingly ring-less, sliding his thumb over her ring finger a second time to make sure it was real. She felt him smile against her skin. “I love you.” Tears filled her eyes as he tenderly kissed her lips once more. Now, softer than before, he took his time, mapping out what she loved in his mind. He picked her up in his arms, his nose nuzzling hers in the sweetest way, and brought her to the sofa, lying her down upon it, eager to continue.

“Sherlock,” she spoke softly, cupping his face in her hands. “I love you too.” She brought his head down to hers, her toes curling from the sound of his soft moans and the weight of his body on hers. She giggled when he kissed the tip of her nose, and squirmed impatiently when he kissed the corners of her mouth. “Mmm,” she sighed happily as he continued peppering kisses across her skin. “Sherlock?”

“Hmm?” he hummed below her ear.

“Why didn’t you just tell me how you felt before?” she wondered. The long-awaited affection he was giving her made her feel as if she was melting in the most welcome way. It felt like home being with him. He was her home.

He propped himself up to gaze into her warm brown eyes. “Because you’re the one person I could never handle being rejected by. I was afraid you had come to your senses; you’re mad to want to be with a man like me.”

“Perhaps I thrive in the madness of it all,” she remarked playfully. “If loving you is mad, I don’t wanna be sane.” Pulling him toward her once more, she kissed him slowly, pressing her lips, ever so gently, to his. Minutes passed, losing themselves in such beautiful bliss, until their friends’ voices broke the spell.

“Well, it’s about time.”

“Bloody hell, get a room you two.”

Author’s Note: woo! they're together!! but don't worry, there's still an epilogue coming! Did you like how I brought back Molly's blog? I bet the makeout sesh was y'all's fave part ;p

FFN | Ao3

#sherlolly #simple romance #my fanfiction

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officialthiamlibrary · 6 years ago

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Hello! Hello! So excited to share another fantastic creator this time on BTS. Thanks to everyone who’s given this series love and interest. It’s because of you that we keep highlighting the lovely talent in this fandom and today, is no exception. The writer of Compared to the Moon, Six/Seven, and more, parttimehuman, somehow stumbled into our ship and we’re damn happy she’s decided to stay haha. Read on to learn more about her.

Mercy! Ayyy, thanks for letting me besiege you with questions lol. Since the Thiam fandom is quite familiar with one another by now, any facts about you or your life that we’d be surprised to know?

I have a bachelor degree in financial mathematics. (Although I’m not sure how surprising that is.)

That’s wild, mostly because I can’t imagine beasting through an entire degree of math alone. Completely random, but I doubt I’ll have a chance to ask this again. In Shows/Movies, when the characters are in Math class and answering questions on the board, have you ever looked at their solution and thought, “wrong.” I always wondered if those were accurate.

Bold of you to assume that I still know high school math just because I’ve studied the more advanced stuff. Still, it has happened, yeah.

Ahh, touche, touche. Why don’t we actually talk about Teen Wolf and Thiam now lol. How did you find your way to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in?

It was a long and not very easy way, to be honest. I think I didn’t get beyond the pilot episode of Teen Wolf until the third try. I had over a month of free time after I graduated from uni, so naturally, I was bored. I finally watched all seasons. Thiam as a ship? Yeah, I’m not going to pretend like it was anything other than Cody Christian’s sexy ass that made that happen. And Theo’s heart-eyes for Liam in 6b of course. I wrote two fics, didn’t mean to stick around for long, and then I was invited to a certain Discord…

What do you think changed between your first time watching and your third?

You want me to be really honest? I had more time, was a little more bored out, had less other options. That’s about it.

Alol nothing but the truth here. Well, now that you’ve fully accepted the TW lifestyle, how would you put your own touches on a Season 7 spin off. What would be your very first scene and very last scene of the pilot episode? As an artist, how would you put your personal touch on those two scenes?

The first scene would be a steamy face-punching/make-out session between Liam and Theo. With proper lighting. Brett would be alive. Liam would look exactly like Dylan Sprayberry does. The last scene would be Theo falling asleep in an actual bed. With Liam’s arms wrapped around him. And forehead kisses. There would be a fist bump somewhere in that episode. And probably a lacrosse game. It would basically be an AU where it never gets dark because we all deserve to see properly after 6 seasons of TW.

“Proper Lighting,” *Slow Clap.* Honestly, we are owed that at this point. As a creator, do you only write Thiam? Any other fandoms or Pairings? Novels or Stories with Original Characters?

No. Actually, I believe these days I write slightly more for other pairings from Teen Wolf. I also have a longfic for another fandom in the works (The Raven Cycle). I will probably write a novel one day, I have quite a collection with abandoned attempts, actually. Apart from that, just like I do in the Thiam pack, I like to write my friends from real life little stories. I guess none of my characters are truly original, strictly speaking, because they’re always either borrowed from a fandom or I insert people I personally know in my stories.

Yessss! Just started the Raven Thieves and it’s my everything. Of all your stories, what’s been your favorite(s) to write or reread thus far?

Compared to the Moon. If I were to make a list here, the 26 chapters of Compared would be the first 26 points on it. After that I’d put My Sister’s Keeper, although it had me crying like a baby. As for smut, I’d say The Hot Cop Showdown, which is about Theo and Liam both turning up at a bachelor party in a police uniform, only that one of them’s an actual police officer, and one’s a stripper. The fun in that was that I wrote it live for a bunch of people who were guessing who was who, and I made my decision completely spontaneously.

Yass let’s definitely talk Compared to the Moon quickly because the worldbuilding is quite intriguing. First, for anyone unfamiliar could you offer a quick summary? How did you come up with what colors corresponds with an emotion? On an average day, what would your color undertone be?

Compared to the Moon is a High School AU where everyone is human, with the little bonus that people show their emotions as colors beneath their skin. While Liam, captain of the lacrosse team, bears a quite prominent red mark in his neck and back and is generally unable to control his colors, Theo, who’s new in school and the lacrosse team, doesn’t have any. They get off on the wrong foot, become roommates, fall in love. There’s a whole lot of drama. And a happy ending, but they do have to work a lot for it.

The idea to that fic came from a drunken conversation with my best friend who doesn’t give a single shit about Teen Wolf or my fics, but the thought had stuck with me. I did a bit of research on the meaning of different colors, but as I continued writing it, I more and more decided to not pay too much attention to that. One of the messages I wanted to convey was to not judge a book by its cover, which, of course, happens a lot in a world where people carry their emotions right under their skin. But the point is that you still never know. What exactly does Liam’s red stand for? Anger? Aggression? Pain? Blood? Or maybe passion? Leadership? Courage? Love?

And what does it mean that Theo doesn’t show them? Is he any less of a human being because of that? Does he not feel?

By the time I got towards the ending of the story, I’d realized that I didn’t want to answer any of these questions. And even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t have.

As for me, I feel like I’d be a little more blue and a little more yellow than I’d be other colors, for reasons I cannot explain.

That’s honestly lovely, especially since each color has a myriad of hues and therefore meanings. Including Compared to the Moon, would you say there’s one trope weaving your stories together?

Probably some form of bed sharing/sleeping together/cuddling. One of them watching the other. Someone who’s usually kept awake by nightmares finally getting some rest. Lazy mornings in bed together. Hand holding. Eskimo kisses. Innocent touches. Just a whole lot of vulnerability and trust and softness.

And I remember reading way back when (like Truth or Chimera haha) days that you write all of your stories by hand. Can you go into your writing process a little? Do you still keep everything you’ve written?

I don’t do that anymore. I write my notes per hand, also sometimes a few lines or ideas, but that’s about it. I’ve published around 600k words in the last year, so at some point I gave it up with the handwriting. I still have all my notes, though, among them the letter Theo wrote to Liam in Compared to the Moon. I’m a notebook hoarder, and I find that there’s a certain aesthetic to handwritten things, but now I mostly just sit in bed with my laptop and a kitty when I write.

Whatttt, live writing!?! How does it feel to write openly like that? Do you think it’s changed the way you create?

I mostly write my smut live. It’s amazing because the people who are following it can throw in their own ideas and make wishes. Many times that’s resulted in me taking a story into directions I wouldn’t have thought of myself. It’s a challenge, because you have to let go of the idea of changing something you’ve already written. Ultimately, I do it because the pressure of people literally waiting for the next sentence gets me to actually sit my ass down and type words.

I think it’s made me more spontaneous and more open to the idea of going into unknown directions. Most of the time, I have no idea what I want to write when I start writing it. But I’ve definitely learned not to stress myself about that. Some of the best things happen while live writing. By the way, almost all of Six and Seven has been written live.

Ok, it’s got to be asked lol. Six and Seven. How?! How do you write such steamy scenes and still retain the essence of the characters. Any writing wisdom to impart for writers who want to improve their smut skills?

This is a tough question, because if I’m being honest, I think the least about what I’m doing when I’m writing smut. I just go with it. I think a few good things to keep in mind are these: Call a dick a dick. Please and thank you. Consent is sexy, safe sex is sexy. There is no such thing as too much lube. Bananas and sex should never be combined. Communication is key. Literally. Dirty talk is the absolute best thing a smut writer can do, if you ask me. Them talking about their likes and preferences? Hot! One of them making the other ask for what they need? Hot! A nickname, a “Sir”, a praise, some begging? Hot, hot, hot, hot.

Other than that, one thing I really want to say here: Forget about who tops and bottoms. That is literally the least important decision to make. It doesn’t even cross my mind when I start writing a story. It also doesn’t have anything to do with who’s the taller or stronger one, or who’s the dominant one, or more experienced. That’s all bullshit.

Apart from that, your kinks are valid. Write the fucking hell out of them, seriously.

Everything. Everything about this is the best. I’m so tempted to say, “Introducing Behind the Screen with parttimehuman!” without the wrap of questions because of how helpful your advice is lol. I suppose, one final random question before we close up: If you were in a Breakfast Club detention situation with five characters from Teen Wolf, who would give you the wildest, most satisfying day. Who would be your teacher? And what’s one thing the six of you would end up doing?

I feel like Liam and Theo would be there, probably because they started punching each other in the middle of class. Stiles seems like the most likely one to have annoyed a teacher into giving him detention. Malia is there for skipping maths too many times. And Isaac. Nobody knows how exactly he ended up there, but everyone’s pretty appreciative of his sarcastic comments. We’d pass the time discussing conspiracy theories about what the hell is wrong with Beacon Hills. Coach Bobby Finstock would let us go early, because remember, Stiles is canonically like a son to him. And Daddy Finstock just can’t say no to his chaotic favorite boy.

Hahaha, Daddy Finstock. Finally, what’s next for you? In life or fandom or both?

In life? If only I knew. I might leave my home town (again) and go to uni (again), but I generally enjoy having no plan.

In fandom? A fucking lot. The Big Bang is getting closer and I am thrilled. I’m working on a whole list of other things, as always. Then there’s a special project that is for now a secret, a couple of awesome people will celebrate their birthdays soon, and Christmas presents are in the works. The Snow White AU will finally break some hearts soon. In case anybody reading this is still waiting for something, I swear that if I made you a promise, then I have it on a sticky note somewhere. Don’t give up on me! Prompts are always welcome (just don’t make me write angst).

And anything else you’d like to share?

If there’s anything I’d like to share, then it’s encouragement. From one introverted fandom lunatic to all the others out there. Never feel weird for loving something. Never feel ashamed of being passionate about what you love. Never let anybody stop you from obsessing over a character, or a ship, or a show, or whatever thing. Write that fic you think nobody will want to read. Draw the thing that’s been in your head forever. Share your love. There are more people out there waiting for exactly that thing to exist than you think. Write that comment, share your obsessions, never feel afraid to reach out. As for the Thiam fandom, some of the kindest people you will ever meet are in there.

My inbox is always open. For anybody.

On a proper cyclical endnote, Behind the Screens presents Mercy to you! You know what I’m going to say: the conversation doesn’t stop here. Meet her at these places:

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Inbox/Ask: flyde ask

AO3: parttimehuman

Thank you for letting us get to know more about you! And thank you all for reading and requesting her. As always, if you have a Thiam Creator that you fan over, send us their names. Likewise, if you as the creator, would like to be a part of the Behind the Screens series, give us a shout too! We’d love to get to know you, as well.

@flyde

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wanna1things · 7 years ago

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Soulmate!Bae Jinyoung

HAHA i’m posting this and minhyun’s all in one day don��t say i don’t feed you well...

Genre;; fluff + PRINCE/ROYAL! AU yes yes YES and soulmate!au ofc

Warnings;; ? none ?

Pairing;; Bae Jinyoung x reader

Requested;; nooo but i promise i’ll get to the requests eventually!! am in a bit of a slump because uni is super busy

Soulmate AU Type;; when you and your soulmate touch for the first time, time stands still for a minute (i.e. you two can move/speak everything else is frozen in time)

Summary;; You’ve always dreamed of being a royal, ever since you were little. Jinyoung has always wished he wasn’t a prince, until he met you...

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1365

Also in this series;; Daniel | Woojin | Jihoon | Minhyun

ENJOY this i love this au sorry not sorry??

your parents always talked about the time when they realised they were soulmates

your mum was buying snacks and she reached for the exact same item as your dad and then time stood still for a whole minute while they took in the fact that they were soulmates

it seemed pretty wonderful;;

and magical

you’d always wanted to meet your soulmate like more than anything

your friends had all met theirs very early on and it seemed you would be the last out of your friends and family

especially because you lived in a pretty small town so you knew everyone and nobody seemed to turn out to be your soulmate

you used to joke that;; because when you were younger you wanted to be royal,, you were just waiting for your prince to appear lol

but rather than wasting your life feeling depressed about how long it was taking you to find your soulmate you decided you’d work on your skills

so you decided to be a baker

your cookies would always put a smile on people’s faces and you wanted to keep doing that

eventually you became pretty famous in your country, you even went on baking programmes and things like that

and then you opened your own bakery

it was right near the royal palace in a prime location for tourists and stuff

you’d always have the fluffiest cakes and breads and the most deliciously melty cookies

people would come from all over the country to have your cakes

one day you received an order from the palace and honestly you almost had a heart attack

it was a handwritten note that sat on your doorstep as you walked in to start work

one of your workers commented on it asking if it was a love note LMAO you wish

it was a simple order, the note only read a few sentences

‘Hello y/n y/l/n, The Royal Palace have heard about your wonderful talents, and would like to request 1 victoria sponge, 2 new york cheesecakes, a peach roulade and 10 double chocolate cookies for a party tomorrow. It would be much appreciated if you could deliver and serve them yourself. Yours sincerely, The Royal Family’

OOOOOOF time to get baking

the stuff they requested wasn’t too hard but you thought it didn’t really seem like much for a royal party;;

you still made sure everything looked as though it were going to be in a proper royal party

when the next morning rolls around you grab your cakes and load them into your van and drive the short distance to the palace

when you arrive the palace kitchen staff help you to unload the cakes and carry them to the great ballroom where all the parties are held

and the room is just like so beautiful you can’t help but stare

and you feel completely underdressed even though you wore your smartest clothes lol

you place the cakes and cookies and stuff own on a special table and begin to rearrange them when the guests start arriving

there’s only a few of them and you recognise them as being 10/11 of the famous princes lol

you guessed it

it’s jisung, minhyun, sungwoon, daniel, seongwoo, jaehwan, daehwi, jihoon, woojin and guanlin

but someone is missing

ya prince JINYOUNG

when he comes down from the balcony you’re completely shellshocked like oh my god okay ive seen him on tv but god he is beautiful in real life oh oH OH

he heads straight towards his amigos the princes but on the way he stops by where you’re standing

he nods to the cakes and mumbles

“thanks for doing them all,, i got them to ask you especially… i’m a really big fan”

honestly the second he says he’s a big fan of you ;; you almost melt into the floor lmao

THE prince jinyoung is YOUR fan??????????

“thank you, your highness. I am glad you like my cakes!”

“no need for the formalities, y/n. please, call me jinyoung.”

CUE jihoon waving jinyoung over so he has to leave

just in time because uh?? Not sure how much more your heart can take

but anyway

all of the boys really like the cakes and the cheesecakes like;; REALLY like they finished all of them and theres only 11 of them

but you noticed jinyoung stole all of the cookies straight away and hid them on another table so only he could eat them

and honestly you found that really cute and it made him seem so much more?? Idk human ??

honestly the whole thing made you so happy you forgot you even NEEDED A DAMN SOULMATE

you made 11 princes smile haha soulmate who???? you don’t know her

the next day another letter is on the doormat of your bakery

this one is from jinyoung himself and its even HaNDWRITTEN

you take a moment to appreciate his beautiful handwriting and then you read it lol

‘dear y/n, your cookies last night were delicious! I would really like it if you could supply me (personally) with a croissant and two of those cookies each morning… I will send a butler to pick them up tomorrow!! thank you for coming yesterday!! Jinyoung x’

BOY SIGNED HIS NAME WITH AN X

ok wait there’s a more important detail here

you’ve basically been tasked with being PRINCE JINYOUNG’S PERSONAL BAKER oh my GOD OKAY

croissants honestly weren’t your absolute favourite thing to make but??

you made them different each morning

sometimes they’d have jam, sometimes chocolate and sometimes even savoury things

you really just went with however you felt on the day lol

honestly you felt yourself starting to have feelings for jinyoung

each morning he’d get the butler to leave a message to you complimenting the way you made the croissant

and honestly he always constantly complimented the cookies

there was this tiny slither of hope in you that you two could be soulmates

but you shrugged it off because how unlikely is it that your soulmate is a PRINCE

very unlikely

but there’s still that nagging feeling because ?? you’ve only met in person once and you never touched each other….

one day a different message comes and it has the usual thanking but there’s an extra bit added

‘There’s a parade today celebrating my succession as prince! Please come and watch, y/n! I will be looking out for you!’

aaaaaaaH A PARADE UH OH

you quickly pass the croissant and cookies over to the butler and rush to close up shop so you can get ready to attend the parade

you pretty much run to your house and change into your nicest clothes

you go back to your shop in order to be in prime position™ to see jinyoung lol

you’re JUST on time and you spot jinyoung come round the corner in this fancy ass car

when the car reaches your area he waves to the driver and gets out of the car and starts shaking people’s hands

he spots you within the crowd and waves and starts walking straight towards you

he reaches forward to take your hand and smiles

“thank you so much for the cookies and croissants!!”

“no thank you, jinyoung”

you smile back at him and place your hand in his to shake it

when suddenly

the world just stops

you notice jinyoung’s face go into complete shock and to be honest your face is in complete shock too LOL

“wait, you’re my soulmate?? ok this is amazing i’m sorted for cookies for like the rest of my life”

you laugh at him because yeah trust him to think about the cookies but then he looks into your eyes again and smiles

“honestly, before I met you I didn’t really like cookies that much… I heard yours were really good so i ordered them that day and well… look where I am now lol”

you laugh even harder at him because

that’s literally the weirdest reasoning you’ve ever heard behind buying 10 cookies but you weren’t about to question it

because if he hadn’t have ordered those 10 cookies, you never would’ve found your soulmate

i am going to finish offffffff the minhyun one now and post that lmao enjoy :~)

#bae jinyoung #jinyoung #wanna one imagines #wannaone imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one #wannaone #wannable #wanna one jinyoung #bjy #produce 101 imagines #Produce 101 #soulmate au #prince au #royal au #au

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asirenspeaks · 7 years ago

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Summer 17 necessities : Maja’s Very Own Organic Mosquito Repellent

“Pretend I’m not here” I told Maja as I placed my nikon in her face (Yes, flash and all). After she posed for me while still holding her wine glass, (yes, kindred spirits) I focused my attention on her products. It was a Sunday afternoon, and she helped me arrange the products into a flatlay, flipping switches on and off to cast the perfect lighting. It had been raining cats and dogs on and off since the spring in Atlanta, and the constant heat and humidity created the perfect conditions for mosquitoes to flourish. The mosquitoes were clearly out here eating and living good while we either a) hide out indoors b) get bit up c) try chemical bug sprays and still get bit up and now also stink in addition to being bit up and itchy. Those worries are now a thing of the past, thanks to Maja’s Very Own. Now if you’ve been here before, you know I’m no stranger to chemical free living (in most ways, still working on others) so I was over the moon when Maja let me purchase some of her MVO organic mosquito repellent before the shop launched. I tested it the best way I know , I used it when I went to Florida for mother’s day weekend (Florida mosquitoes are a whole different level of terrible). Not only did I return to Atlanta unbitten, but my family loved it too, mostly because it didn’t have that yucky chemical smell and stickiness most repellents give.

Maja’s Very Own, is the true definition of an entrepreneurial effort. She is a one woman show, from expertly mixing her butters and oils, down to the labels that she designed herself. I had purchased before the labels were created, so I enjoyed admiring the intricate flowers the California native artist created. They are simple and effective, much like the product itself.

Get to know Maja , the artist and creator of Maja’s Very Own below.

Tell me about how Maja's very Own started.

My thoughts of developing a mosquito repellent started when I knew I’d be moving back to the South. I lived in South Carolina for 8 years and there I found out I was highly allergic. Living there was miserable because 4-5 months out the year I couldn’t step out the house passed a certain hour in fear of being bit. I would swell so bad, and I even developed MRSA from being bitten before. I was determined to enjoy my new move because it was a new chapter in my life, and I didn’t want to limit myself. So I did my fav thing ever and google researched anything I could regarding mosquitoes and how to naturally repel them. I knew there had to be plants that worked, I hated the smell of OFF! And anything with DEET. Even if they add a “flowery” smell to those products, it smells horrible. It’s nothing but chemicals. I’m a self-proclaimed black hippy lol and want nothing to do with such things. I made my first batch summer ’16, it was a small personal bottle just to try things out. I was my own guinea pig and saw it worked for a little while but I still would get bit and would have to load up on benedryl to avoid using my Epi-Pen. But summer 17 was going to be my summer. I started my health journey, finally settled into southern living and really wanted to see what ATL had to offer. By doing more research I found better oils and remedies that might help so I threw some things together and would try them out and finally found a mix that worked and smelled good. Fortunately this time around friends and family tested it to make sure it worked for different people who have a different body chemistry than I do. Whala ! Maja’s Very Own. I wanted to have fun with it, so making it wouldn’t feel like or become a job, I already have one of those. That’s why there are Drake references in my description, someone told me I was “too urban” for those but clearly they didn’t get it was an MVO ting ayyyee lmao plus who doesn’t love a little Aubrey Drake in their life?… life is to enjoy and why not enjoy what you do?

When you realized you could turn your own personal remedy into a business, did you have any fears along the way ? If so , how did you overcome them ?

I originally wasn’t going to sell it or even mention it. It was the push from family that gave me the courage to start bottling it. I have a hard time putting myself out there I’m very introverted unless I know you personally. It worked so well for family I was like fuck it why not, what do I have to lose? Yes, it’s pricey but not only will I be helping myself but others. As soon I made mention of it on my FB people were messaging me telling me they have the same problem and they hate the mass produced products as well.

My main fear was the cost to do everything, because everything I used I made sure was organic, pure and naturally sourced. We all know organic isn’t cheap, but I took the leap anyway because I believe in what I’m doing. I truly believe that as long as you try to do what you whole heartedly believe in you’ll never fail because you tried. You come out a winner because you learned something by simply trying. Plus i'm beyond fortunate because my family supports everything I do, I couldn't ask for anything more than that. they're my cheerleaders even when I fail, they understand the importance of being an entrepreneur, especially being a woman and black, how important that is. I want my brothers see me try and fail or succeed, and know they don't have to keep working for someone else funding another's dream. You can put time into your own and build an empire. It'll take time, and i'm not saying I'll be hugely successful, but until my last breath I'm going to use the gifts God gave me and keep trying. Just having my younger brothers tell me they're going to step out of their comfort zone to try something because they see me trying is everything, or having my mom and grandmothers tell me they're proud of me having the courage to constantly put myself out there. I don't care if I sell nothing else,lol that's the most rewarding thing i've ever experienced. I'll forever submit my artwork to galleries or shows and keep making stuff in the kitchen just because of those things right there.

What are some of the challenges you faced initially as a small business owner?

Money… lmao point blank, everything else comes pretty easy for me. At a random job I had I learned design so I design all my labels, thank you inserts and banners for my Etsy. I’m also an artist so I pay serious attention to detail, almost borderline OCD lol

Also because of that I kind of get anxiety wondering if people like what I’m sending them. Along with the product I send a general thank you, but I also send a handwritten note that I appreciate them and I believe in giving back to the Earth we take from daily. I enclose wildflowers, lavender and a few other seeds for them to plant personally or just spread somewhere so in a small way we help stabilize our bee population because we need them. Without the bees I won’t be able to continue making the product even if it’s just for myself and never sell another bottle, the fruits we eat or anything for that matter. We have to give back in some type of way, it's small but it’s something. My black hippy ish lmao

Do you plan on expanding your product line in the future ?

I do actually last summer on top of making me a spray I also made repellent infused jewelry which I was hella surprised it worked! I forgot to spray myself and just had on my bangles and earrings and never got bit. Also beside the spray I also have a rub I made. I think people tend to shy away from the rub because it’s the summer but in the summer we still need lotion with this hard ATL water lol. I use that in place of my lotion everyday just as extra protection because I myself have even forgotten to spray myself down before walking out and regret it as soon as I feel a slight burn then welt somewhere. It's lighter than you’d think and moisturizes your skin so well because of the Shea and coconut oil. Still smells really good which a main focus was. You can wear either spray or rub along w your fav oil or perfume and it won’t be overbearing. But yea jewelry is the next move.

You can purchase Maja’s product at here etsy shop here. You can also keep up with her on instagram. I highly recommend her products, not only to support small owned black businesses, but because you can’t slay all seasons 17 when you’re swollen and itchy .

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kyluhh21 · 8 years ago

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Sorry Anon I accidentally deleted your ask.So here it is :)

1: My name?Kyla 2: Do I have any nicknames?Ky,Tank, and Knucklehead 3: Zodiac sign?Sagittarius 4: Video game I play to chill, not to win?Minecraft? 5: Book/series I reread?Percy Jack and the lightning thief. 6: Aliens or ghosts?Ghosts 7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write? Idk a fanfic writer I guess.. 8: Favourite radio station?Anything but country 9: Favourite flavour of anything?Chocolate 10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great?Cool or nice. 11: Favourite song?Say you won't let go-James Arthur 12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?Whats your name? 13: Favourite word?My dad said I say Seriously a lot and also are you kidding me. 14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?Yes 15: Last song I listened to?Gasoline-Halsey 16: TV show I always recommend?24 17: Pirates or ninjas?Ninjas 18: Movie I watch when I'm feeling down?Titanic 19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song?Idk 20: Favourite video games?I don't have any. 21: What am I most afraid of?Not making my family proud. 22: A good quality of mine?My cheeks! (I messaged all my friends and they answered my cheeks lol) 23: A bad quality of mine?I don't have Patience. 24: Cats or dogs?Dogs 25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they're in? Anna Kendrick 26: Favourite season?Summer 27: Am I in a relationship?No ( I could have if I didn't reject the person who ask me out about a week ago.) 28: Something I miss?Filipino food 29: My best friend?Grace and Hollie 30: Eye colour?Dark Brown 31: Hair colour?Black 32: Someone I love?My Mom 33: Someone I trust?My Best friend 34: Someone I always think about? Sage. 35: Am I excited about anything?Im going to Florida in 4 days and also going to the Philippines this summer. 36: My current obsession?Chocolate 37: Favourite TV shows as a child?Dora the Explorer 38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to?Yeah Corey. 39: Am I superstitious?No 40: What do I think about most?My future 41: Do I have any strange phobias?No? 42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?Behind it. 43: Favourite hobbies?Playing soccer and watching kids. 44: Last book I read?The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. 45: Last film I watched?Beauty and the Beast. 46: Do I play any instruments?Yes I play the Clarinet. 47: Favourite animal?Penguins and Pandas 48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow?Woso blogs. 49: Superpower I wish I could have?Able to read people's mind. 50: How do I destress?Listen to music or playing soccer. 51: Do I like confrontation?No 52: When do I feel most at peace?Im playing soccer all by myself. 53: What makes me smile?My family and Friends 54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off?Off 55: Play any sports?Yeah I play soccer,Basketball, and Softball. 56: What is my song of the week?Gasoline-Halsey. 57: Favourite drink?Water 58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody?About 3 weeks ago. 59: Afraid of heights?Yes 60: Pet peeve?When people say they are sorry so many times...ugh it kills me I hate it. 61: What was the last concert I went to see?Adele 62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?No? 63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger?A singer 64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy?No 65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?None 66: Something I worry about?My grades 67: Scared of the dark?No 68: Who are my best friends?Grace,Hollie,Corey,Hunter,Bailey,and Arrie 69: What do I admire most about others?Their eyes and smile. 70: Can I sing?Yes I can. 71: Something I wish I could do?Teleport to anywhere. 72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?Shopping lol and save it up to buy a house someday. 73: Have I ever skipped school?No 74: Favourite place on the planet?The woods! 75: Where do I want to live?Oregon. 76: Do I have any pets?No 77: What is my current desktop picture?A picture of me and my friends when we went to Boston. 78: Early bird or night owl?Early Bird. 79: Sunsets or sunrise?Sunrise but I don't want to get up so early to see it. 80: Can I drive?No not yet. 81: Story behind my last kiss?Umm it was 8 days ago when my friend and I went to watch a movie.He grabbed my face and we kissed. Which I didn't want to happen at all and now we have been really distant from each other..So yeah. 82: Earphones or headphones?Headphones 83: Have I ever had braces?No 84: Story behind one of my scars?When I was a little kid someone threw a broken glass piece in the side of my face. 85: Favourite genre of music?Pop 86: Who is my hero?My stepfather 😂 87: Favourite comic book character?Clarke 88: What makes me really angry?When people lie 89: Kindle or real book?Real Book. 90: Favourite sporty activity?Soccer 91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be?Idk. 92: What was my favourite subject at school?Social Studies and English. 93: Siblings?I have 3 brothers and I'm the oldest :) 94: What was the last thing I bought?Ice Cream 95: How tall am I?5 feet and 3 inches. 96: Can I cook?Yeah but not really well lol. 97: Can I bake?Yeah 98: 3 things I love?My family,friends and God. 99: 3 things I hate?Clowns,Scary movies, and Trevor. 100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?Girl friends 101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?Girls 102: Where was I born?Ozamiz City, Philippines. 103: Sexual orientation?I don't know I'm still figuring that out. 104: Where do I currently live?America 105: Last person I texted?Grace. 106: Last time I cried?Last week I cried 7 times :/ 107: Guilty pleasure?Chocolate 108: Favourite Youtuber?Shannon Beverage 109: A photo of myself.Nah maybe later 110: Do I like selfies?Heck No. 111: Favourite game app?I don't have any. 112: My relationship with my parents?I love them to death and they love me to death. 113: Favourite accents?Australian and British. 114: A place I have not been but wish to visit? Spain. 115: Favourite number?21. 116: Can I juggle?A soccer ball yes. 117: Am I religious?No 118: Do I like space?Yeah 119: Do I like the deep ocean?No 120: Am I much of a daredevil?No 121: Am I allergic to anything?Im allergic to Pine cones. 122: Can I curl my tongue?Yes 123: Can I wiggle my ears?No 124: Do I like clowns?No 125: The Beatles or Elvis?The Beatles. 126: My current project?Painting my room. 127: Am I a bad loser?Sometimes 128: Do I admit when I wrong?Yes 129: Forest or beach?Forest 130: Favourite piece of advice?Don't let anyone ruin your day :) 131: Am I a good liar?Haha no 132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?Lol Idk. 133: Do I talk to myself?Sometimes 134: Am I very social?No I'm so quite. 135: Do I like gossip?No 136: Do I keep a journal/diary?Nk 137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?No 138: Do I believe in second chances?Yes 139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do?Find the person who dropped it. 140: Do I believe people are capable of change?Yes 141: Have I ever been underweight?No. 142: Am I ticklish?Yes. 143: Have I ever been in a submarine?No 144: Have I ever been on a plane?Yes a million times 145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family?Idk 146: Have I ever been overweight?Lol no 147: Do I have any piercings?Only in my ears. 148: Which fictional character do I wish was real?Lexa 149: Do I have any tattoos?No 150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?Moving to America. 151: Do I believe in Karma?Haha yeah. 152: Do I wear glasses or contacts?None 153: What was my first car?I don't have one I'm only 15 lol. 154: Do I want children?Yes I want two boys. 155: Who is the most intelligent person I know?My oldest brother Pierce. 156: My most embarrassing memory?I thought that Albany was a state for like 2 minutes. 157: What makes me nostalgic?idk 158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter?Almost. 159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty? Probably both. 160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe?People at my school said I look good with the Color red. 161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience?No 162: What do I hate most about myself?I get mad easily. 163: What do I love most about myself?I love to make people smile and laugh. 164: Do I like adventure?Yes 165: Do I believe in fate?Not really. 166: Favourite animal?Panda or Penguins. 167: Have I ever been on radio?No 168: Have I ever been on TV?No 169: How old am I?15 years old 170: One of my favourite quotes? "Everything will be ok, if it's not ok then it's not the end". 171: Do I hold grudges?Mhmm. 172: Do I trust easily?No 173: Have I learnt from my mistakes?Yes 174: Best gift I’ve ever received?SmartTv. 175: Do I dream?Yes 176: Have I ever had a night terror?Yes 177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind? Yes and it was about me and someone I love 👀. 178: An experience that has made me stronger?Idk. 179: If I were immortal, what would I do?Im not sure 180: Do I like shopping?Yes But I don't like shopping with my mom. 181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do?Id kill myself. 182: What does “family” mean to me?It means that they are always there in your happy days and bad days. Always go to your sport games and cheer you on the sideline. And just being supportive anytime! 183: What is my spirit animal?A monkey. 184: How do I want to be remembered?I want to be remember as a good set of example to other people in my school. 185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose?Juggle for a very long period of time. 186: What is my greatest failure? I don't know. 187: What is my greatest achievement?Making my family proud. 188: Love or money?Love 189: Love or career?Love 190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go?I want to be in the Philippines right now. 191: What makes me the happiest?When I'm with my family and friends. 192: What is “home” to me?Be with my family. 193: What motivates me?My family and soccer. 194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be?Deuces! 195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens?Heck no 196: A movie that scared me as a child?Chucky. 197: Something I hated as a child that I like now?Pizza 198: Zombies or vampires?Vampires. 199: Live in the city or suburbs?Suburbs which I don't like. 200: Dragons or wizards?Wizards. 201: A nightmare that has stayed with me?When somebody pointed again at me. 202: How do I define love?I don't...the dictionary does. 203: Do I judge a book by its cover?No never. 204: Have I ever had my heart broken?Yes. 205: Do I like my handwriting?No but a lot of people do they said it's really neat. 206: Sweet or savoury?Sweet. 207: Worst job I’ve had?None 208: Do I collect anything?Soccer balls? 209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?A chocked. 210: What is on my bucket list?Skydiving before I die. 211: How do I handle anger?I just seriously go to my bedroom and listen to music. 212: Was I named after anyone?I was named after a singer in the Philippines. 213: Do I use sarcasm a lot?No 214: What TV character am I most like? Kimberly Bauer? My brother said. 215: What is the weirdest talent I have?i don't know. 216: Favourite fictional character?Lexa from the 100

#questions #personal #this took me like 1 hour to do.#so I hope it's worth it.#here it is!

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burnfcryou-blog · 8 years ago

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Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.

TAGGED BY: @dxrk-storms TAGGING: @empxrical :3c

BASICS:

Name: Sara; but I prefer to use Kitty online. Age: 23 Preferred pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Asexual :) Zodiac sign: Scorpio, but I’m more a textbook Cancer

Three facts

I’m majoring in Liberal Arts in college right now, though once I finish that I plan on taking a few years to learn to Adult and then going back to get an MFA in creative writing, or some kind of degree in English.

I’m obsessed with horror stories and creepypasta and scary video games, but I literally cannot watch horror movies, weirdly enough. Not sure how that works out lol.

I can never, ever, just have one muse in a series or one blog at a time, apparently. No self control, thy name is Kitty.

EXPERIENCE:

How long (months/years?): Oh, wow, ten or eleven years at this point. Since I was in 6th grade, so that’s like...yeah, eleven years now. Platforms you’ve used: AIM, text messages, handwritten papers/notebooks passed back and forth, talking aloud (lmao shush), email, Tumblr, Skype, in-game MMO RP, and I’ve dabbled in forum RP on Dreamwidth. Worst experience: One of my very first blogs -- my second Tumblr RP blog period -- was in the Bleach fandom...well, everything was fine until this one person joined our little group. After she did, she started talking about my muse behind my back, and goaded another member of the group into joining in, until that other person pulled me aside and tore into me so badly that I immediately left the group and fandom, and to this day I cannot return to that character on Tumblr. I’ve tried several times, but the experience fucked with me so badly I can’t bring myself to stay out of fear that I’m OOC. Not only that, but thanks to that shit, I constantly second-guess my portrayal of any antagonist/anti-villain type character I play, because I’m constantly afraid I’m playing them too nice or too soft. The worst part is, the person who started all the bullshit is a BNF in another fandom I’m majorly in, and I keep seeing her blog url, and every time I do I remember how badly she fucked me over. Best experience: Meeting the girl that ended up being my lovely girlfriend of almost 3 years now, @cloakanddaggermage -- and also meeting my two best friends in the world via RP -- one of them y’all know as @empxrical and we’ve been bros since my literal very first Tumblr RP blog ever. I have trouble keeping IRL friends, as we either just drift or lose regular contact, or just only see each other at cons, but the friends I’ve made via RP have stuck with me for five plus years now and it’s...it’s nice.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

Female or male Typical muse gender: Honestly, for some odd reason a good 90% of my muses, both OC and canon, are male. I don’t even actively seek out male muses, they just happen. Favorite face: UHHHHHHHHHH Least favorite face: erm??? Multi or single: It depends on the muse, really. I’ve had bad experiences with trying to multiship before, so...it really depends.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Fluff, angst or smut: FLUFF AND ANGST!!!! I love writing character development through torture -- all of my Muse Suffering (of which there is a lot, trust me) helps flesh out or make my character grow whether they want to or not. But yes fluff is always good too. Plots or memes: LMAO I tend to wing it, but if I have no ideas memes are always good. Long or short replies: I cannot write replies shorter than a paragraph I swear to god. And when I really get going, hoooo boy. Best time to write: Any time of day, but I tend to be more active at night once I can’t play FFXIV and I’m not distracted. Are you like your muse: I honestly can see a little bit of myself in every muse I RP to some degree or another. With Lea, it’s...his utter devotion to his friends, and his tendency of being a little too clingy to them for fear of losing them. A lot of things are different, but I can probably pinpoint one thing in every muse I RP that’s similar to me, whether it’s something I see in canon or something I’ve developed headcanon-wise.

#;ooc #;mun

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sunshinedazeblog · 5 years ago

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Handcuffs and Halos - My Spiritual Experience

“Handcuffs and Halos”

My Spiritual Experience!

The Law of Divine Order, If you seek to understand the Law of Divine Order, study the natural balance of nature, for it works very much the same way. Everything is as it should be, although mankind (our energy gestalt) is far from experiencing its potential of total harmony.

March 22, 2019, I woke up this morning exhausted it seemed like. Even though I slept, it felt like I didn’t. I was taking my mom for an MRI and then going to work. First day on my new job…. yeahhh, I never made it. Haha Spirit had other plans for me. I remember while I was getting ready to go, I looked up to the ceiling and with intent I said….. “I NEED A BREAK… AND A BED WOULD BE NICE!“ Be careful what you ask for LOL. The night before I listened to a quick reading by Aluna Ash. I don’t remember the entire reading but I’ll never forget her words. “This is going to open up your life in a big way.” The reading was not directed at me “specifically” but somehow I knew it was directed at me “specifically.” LOL. I feel the words and they felt like they were for me. I had forgotten her words from the night before. It wasn’t until the days events unfolded that they sunk in and I remembered them clearly.

I got my mom to the doctor and once I got her settled inside I was suddenly starving. “I’ll be right back” I tell her. Little did I know Officer take-me-to-jail was across the street just waiting for my fatal illegal u-turn. I have driven past this hospital a million times before but today my focus was fogged by Taco Bell and life’s twists and turns, which all met me at the same corner in my mind “CRASH” as soon as I saw his patrol car behind me. I just knew today was the day. Gut instincts at their finest. A careless u-turn was about to manhandle my life in an earthly way and spiritually, I was about to get schooled for a few months about the power vested in me and eternal love. After the policeman let me know that my license wasn’t an issue, which was a pleasant surprise to me since I knew I had unpaid traffic tickets, he also advised me I was going to jail for an out-of-county warrant on those same unpaid traffic tickets (which all started from a fix it ticket) and for the small amount of weed i had on me. Awesome……. Ughhh. Ironically I was pulled over and barricaded in “Jimmy Johns” parking lot. HA HA funny not funny, James Tupino a/k/a “Jimmy John.” After busting out in tears and begging to take my mom her car back so she could get home, I was cuffed, given a warning citation for the illegal u-turn, a $7 dollar ticket for not having my license on me and off we went. I was going to jail lol. I laugh now but it wasn’t at all funny. As my mom’s car was getting shackled so was I and I look over and there is a car next to me with the numbers 4444 on the license plate.

Angel number 4444 contains a message from your angels that your spiritual guides and protectors are close at hand and are ready to intervene on your behalf.

Your guardian angels are offering you direct support at this time.

The loving presence of your angels can be felt simply by closing your eyes and opening your heart to their calming energy.

https://thesecretofthetarot.com/angel-number-4444/

I started to calm down at this point. I recognized those numbers…. I knew at that moment that a power greater than me behind this agonizing day. I just needed to keep my shit together and it wasn’t going to be easy. This was going to suck and suck alot. I knew what I was facing and even that mustard seed amount of faith I had that this was all for a purpose wasn’t going to change the experience I was about to have so I needed to embrace it. The drive to the jail was quiet and I had the feeling that this officer felt bad. That made me feel better in a funny way. Strangely, about two weeks before I got to this point, I had a memory of a friend, Cari, I last saw in this jail 10 years ago exactly. When I got through first appearance hell and moved to a dorm finally, I passed out and when I opened my eyes and looked up, guess who was looking back at me… Cari! After talking with her for a short time, she throws out there… “I just thought of you about two weeks ago… I wanted to give you a hug.” I was like “no shit huh… funny story I thought of you about the same time.” She said she felt bad after hearing this because she thought she telepathically pulled me to where she was. I think our thoughts just crossed in the 5th dimension before it was brought down to reality.

Over the next few days, I met Brittany, she also has developing clairvoyant skills. We hit it off right away, she said I gave her chills. That was how our conversation got started. Brittany and I had private conversations since we slept near each other. One day I was talking to her, I asked to look at her crossword puzzle book. I had the urge to do one, so I asked and she agreed. As soon as I picked up this book, I knew somehow the name James would be in it somewhere. I did one puzzle and thumbed through it and there it was….. the Title: “Names” with James listed as a name to find. I circled it where I found it in the puzzle, wrote RIP James at the bottom with a heart and left the rest of the puzzle unfinished and I put it back on her bed. It still surprises me when I just know things.

I started to notice a pattern of women who had been there exactly 10 years ago. An unfinished cycle I was guessing. Me and Cari and then Candi. Another one who said I gave her chills when we talked. I felt it also but I couldn’t figure out why. I never spent much time socializing so my encounters with specific people I know were not an accident. Candi and I were friendly but she played cards and I read most of the time. I started getting pictures of her in my mind, a vision of her dressed up speaking to other women. After having this vision a few times I finally pulled her aside to tell her what I was receiving so I could get it to stop lol. Her response was... “I have always wanted to do that.” I won’t throw anyone’s personal business out there, but her and I knew that her life story could change many lives if she could get herself better. Candi came to me another day super excited saying to look at her birthday which was either 1/11 or 11/1 and the numbers on her bracelet handwritten were 111. She said she had been seeing this number over and over and had no idea why. She also said she had five Jimmy’s in her family so she knew our seeing each other again was no mistake. I explained what I knew about the numbers and told her she had a bigger purpose in life and do research about what she experiences when she gets out. We didn’t really talk much again until later. Candi got moved to another dorm for fighting.

For days I stayed to myself and read as much as I could. I also took the opportunity to work on the book I had been putting off. I had little things take place like seeing James, James, James, James everywhere and New Jersey, people from Jersey, the nickname Jersey, books about Jersey. People judge me and think I am nuts until I start pointing them out so they can see what I see. I couldn’t deny the crazy amount of times these things popped up. Cari noticed also at one point and said “boy Jersey is in the house today lol.” I thought at first I was just crazy and stressed out until I asked Jimmy to please show me a sign he is with me and helping work all this out for my best interest and that same day, out of approximately 70 trays I was given the one tray with two extra cookies shoved between two slices of bread. Xoxoxoxo My table lit up like I just won bingo lol. Extra cookies are like gold in there. I continued to journal my thoughts like I did at home and did my best to keep my thoughts positive. Many times the little references of James, Jimmy and Jersey were the only things saving me from really losing my mind. He is never too far away when I am on the brink of insanity I guess lol.

My first and second offer were 9 months which was a life sentence compared to my misdemeanor marijauna charge and a couple unpaid tickets. I was starting to panic because I had no money, my family was struggling since I just got the car towed and when I received the first offer I wanted to cry. A couple girls came over to talk to me and when I mentioned what was bothering me cause I literally thought I would starve in there 9 months with no money, a girl I had never met before who had been nice to me was on the phone having her boyfriend put money into my canteen account to help get me some extra food to get me by. I was having issues with my sugar dropping and canteen was the only way for me to get through a day without it crashing. I was increasing my faith in prayer and begging Jimmy to help me fix this since he helped me get in this mess. Literally! I would bet my life on the fact that the tickets I got one after the other that got me into this mess stemmed from him after he passed away but hadn’t crossed over yet. I was headed somewhere he didn’t want me to go so he made sure I didn’t get there by making sure I had four new tickets that started from a broken tail light ticket I got when I took him out to dinner for his birthday, just before he passed away. Jimmy had a way of making things happen or not happen before and after his death I have learned. I started journaling the best outcome I could ask for which slowly started to just happen. Just before my second court date, I had a new public defender show up who seemed like he knew what he was doing. Apparently, nothing had been done on my case because the public defender who started it had a full caseload so my case was given to him. He set my case for trial which scared me because I could have been sentenced to a year, but my gut instinct was that I was being watched over and to have faith. This public defender said he would be working diligently on my case and if he had a better offer, he would come see me and set it for an earlier hearing. While I was waiting to hear from him again, I had an episode with my blood pressure out of the blue. 219/197 was my blood pressure, this is stroke levels and it came on suddenly and wouldn’t come down. I was moved to the infirmary where I was fed NitroGlycerin three times and blood pressure medicine in 5 minute intervals until I was stable. I was monitored a couple days and put on medication. The entire thing was weird since I didn’t have any issues with my blood pressure or my heart just 6 weeks earlier and all symptoms are now gone since I’ve been home. If I had to guess, there was some dark manipulation going down on the other end of my energetic strings that waited for me to be in a low vibrational environment so it could lay on its attack in full force. It was really hard to keep myself balanced in the environment I was in. I just prayed and prayed to get through this all in one piece lol.

Once I was under control and three medications later, I was moved to yet another dorm. Dorm 3 was the same dorm Candi had been moved to when she got in trouble. Right-a-way I got the feeling I was moved to the infirmary and then to this dorm for a reason. I had an incredible urge to talk to Candi again so I recognized that her and I had unfinished business according to the spirit world. A conversation still needed to take place but the words wouldn’t come to me. I waited for about a week because I didn’t really know why I felt like I needed to talk to her so when my energy felt stronger, I started to ask questions on paper and in my mind about any messages for her. Candi was going to be moved AGAIN in a day or two because she got in trouble for fighting a second time so I was running out of time. Before being moved, Candi had a visitation from her mom and I wasn’t going to have time to talk with her so I decided to write her a letter with my thoughts. I wrote her a two page letter with everything that came to my mind. What I did to start helping myself heal. How I read one book a day in the Bible just to see what resonated with my life. I told her to start writing a story about her life while she did thirty days in lock etc… I can’t remember everything I wrote to her but when she was done with her card game, she read it and came back to me with tears in her eyes. She said.. “Tiffeny, everything you just wrote to me in that letter was everything my mom just said to me in visitation. Like word for word.” She was shocked at how closely I matched her mother’s words. I told her “well, there is your confirmation lol.” I knew at that moment the reason I was brought to this dorm to try and reach Candi in some way if I could. I just felt it and so did she. Candi was gone the next day and that was the last time I saw her. I was moved about a week later to Dorm 2, the “Programs Dorm.” Less people and some structure to waste my day so they didn’t seem so long.

Before I was moved, I had another spiritual experience with my bunky’s grandmother. When I moved into this dorm, my new bunky told me about her grandmother who passed away. She said they were very close and that her grandmother had been there when she overdosed a time or two. She had 16 overdoses under her belt. She had been arrested, bonded out and was re-arrested 7 days later this time. My initial feeling was that her grandmother, who was now on the other side, was behind her being back in jail just a week later. Attempting to save her life. I had been in this dorm a couple weeks and it wasn’t until right before I was moved again that I felt her grandmother’s presence around me and messages started to seep into my mind for her. I didn’t really know her but she seemed open to listening and talking so I took the opportunity to tell her the feelings I got for her one night when we were talking. I told her that her grandmother wanted her to save herself. Also that I didn’t feel like she had another overdose close call in her and that her grandmother is guiding her. I also told her that her grandmother wanted me to say that she knows right from wrong and that when she intentionally ignores those subtle intuitive cues from the universe, she would feel the karma from her actions. Big or small, her grandmother wanted to make sure she knew her actions are watched and her thoughts are known and out of tough love, she would reap the consequences of her actions. It was a short conversation but I could feel her gratitude and the love between her and her granny that was very strong. I felt obligated to tell her my feelings and I felt better after talking with her. Her grandmother had given me these messages the day before and she wouldn’t go away until I spoke to her haha. The next day I guess she decided to test my theory because she was taken to medical for a TB test and lied to the staff about having a visitation that morning so she would be returned to the dorm right-a-way. Her girlfriend who was housed in the same dorm gave her the idea. LOL She said it always worked for her. Well, she was served instant karma for not telling the truth. The deputy decided to look up her visitation which didn’t exist and saw she had nothing scheduled so she kept her down in the tiny medical holding cell for 6 hours alone while her girlfriend waited back in our dorm to get the silent treatment for days since it was her idea. I couldn’t help but laugh when my bunky finally returned and told us the entire story of how she cried and cried down there because she knew exactly what was going on after our conversation. She said she was speaking to her granny while sitting there kicking herself for lying. Funny how spirit works but they never get tired of showing humans their truth.

Another realization I had while I was there was that I have not yet finished meeting triggers that fill me with anxiety and feelings like I can’t breath. After meeting granny lol and before I was moved shortly later, the jail brought in a girl whose name was similar to mine. She was as thin as a skeleton and covered in sores from head to toe. The day she came in the officer placed her on a “boat,” which is a portable bed, diagonal to my bunk where I could see everything she did. She wasn’t there a couple hours and I noticed other inmates randomly waking her up, whispering, and they would walk away. It wasn’t long before I realized what was happening. The new girl brought drugs in with her which she creatively stored up her cho-cha wrapped up nice and tidy in balloons. After one of the other inmates walked away and came back with bundles of canteen .... chips, candy and few cookies. Twelve items to be exact for a small about of fentanyl or crack cocaine from the girl who appeared to be related to the grim reaper. I assume she had this bundle of death on her when she was surrounded and “up” was the only place she had to hide it. Her only accomplishment was new charges for bringing contraband into the jail and she nearly had a manslaughter charge when the girl she gave the drugs to almost died. This girl had been clean in jail for 15 months and one line of fentanyl turned her lips blue in a matter of seconds. My anxiety from all this showed me that I still suffer from PTSD triggers that I don’t even realize I have. After a shakedown of the entire dorm on a Sunday, a nasty lunch in the rec yard, and watching another inmate drop and cough in front of the entire dorm, I was ready to sleep. We returned to our dorm from the rec yard hours later to clean up the mess from the shakedown team and I passed out. It was just a couple days later and I convinced the officer on duty, one of the nicer ones, to make a phone call and have me moved to the dorm where they didn’t house the “savages.” When the call came in and the officer said “Tupino, pack it up. You are moving.” I wanted to hug her. Dorm 4 where I started and Dorm 3 where I was at that moment were dorms used to house the girls they just brought in from the street. After being around 90-100 girls who have been living off crack and bad energy for over a month, my energy was drained. I needed a change and when I asked for it, I received it. I journaled a thank you to whatever angel or angels helped make that happen with grace had also journaled my request for more major changes/miracles. Realistically speaking, I was more like begging Spirit and God at this point to start pouring out miracles. LOL

The transport officer walked me over to the third and final dorm I would visit. As soon as I walked in the door, the first person I saw was CARI! I was super excited she had decided to move. The timing of all of it was perfectly arranged. Cari had gotten there just a few days before I did. Not sure what made us both request to be moved in the same week to go to the same dorm but I am guessing my husband and her dad who had both passed had something to do with it. Whoever it was, I was thanking them in my mind as soon as I walked in the door. Everything seems better when Cari is there lol. Our friendship picked up like we never missed a day in that 10 years but grew lightyears stronger the more we talked. Our new schedule was classes, classes and more classes. Up at 5, class at 9, lunch at 11… power nap daily in between each session. Another class from 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. then naps, naps, naps for Cari and me hahaha. I was not allowed to work out in the dorm so I opted to repetitive napping. Not long after we had both moved to this dorm we simultaneously encountered “bunky issues.” We girl powered up and approached the Officer with our request to be moved. We picked the right officer on the right day because she was super sweet and moved Cari and I upstairs away from the chaos tucked in a corner right next to each other. We spent the remainder of our time together tucked away in our little cubby hole bunk area on our free time just talking and sharing cookies with peanut butter and jelly. Cari and I were both on a canteen budget so we shared… Everything seems easier when you have just one real friend around to help soften the blows life throws us here and there. For about 3 weeks I had no idea what was going on with my case. As far as I knew 9 months was all they had for me in the way of an offer. I noticed one morning that synchronicities began to pick up. I was seeing triple digit numbers in everything. I was seeing and hearing Jimmy’s name or Jersey everywhere again. My gut instincts told me that change was about to show up and I was right. My attorney showed up with great news. He finagled a deal for me. Time served and he would have me in front of the Judge in a day or two. I felt like the world was lifted off my shoulders that day. I was finally going to be out of that place. I asked about the traffic warrant in the Keys and my attorney said “its non transportable” so I would be able to go home. I soon realized that this was not what Spirit had planned. After I went to court, I waited to see if I would be called to go home. Nothing but crickets in my mind and endless chatter of inmates in my ears. A couple more days passed. I thought maybe they are just holding me for a 3 day warrant hold and then I would go home. Yeahhhh…... No! I looked at Cari and said they are coming to get me. I just know it. Lol. She tried to keep my thoughts positive no matter what the outcome would be. So grateful for her. A holiday weekend was approaching so then I really started to panic. I thought to myself “there is no way transport will come on a Friday that falls on a three day holiday weekend so I would be stuck there another 10 days on dead time.” We joined our AA meeting at 7 p.m. and immediately after the meeting the officer’s phone rang. I knew it was for me before she even picked up the phone. When we were done, she advised me the State was here to chauffeur me to the Keys. Not my favorite method of transportation to “Paradise Island” but at least they were there and I would be handling part two of this spiritual jail experience. I packed up my things and off I went. After giving Cari a huge hug and pulling a promise out of her that we will see each other again. “Next time not in this place,” I said. I didn’t know it then but I had a premonition about all my writing being thrown away so before I had court I had my daughter send me money for stamps and an envelope so I could mail my book home. I just had a weird feeling I would never see it again if I didn’t. My book was safely home via the United States Post Office and I was safely shackled in a kennel for humans to be transported to Key West. Strapped in for the trip from hell haha. I embraced it with patience and compassion for the girl my daughters age who was riding next to me and clearly hadn’t slept for weeks. She was in dirty clothes and I could smell the drugs seeping from her pores. I felt really bad for her. Her face was beat up and she was tired. I offered to let her lay down on my lap so she could sleep. Her name was “Morgan” and her words to me after she laid down and got cozy warmed my heart. She said “you’re a mother, aren’t you?” I said “yes, why do you say that?” She said “I don’t know……. I can just tell.” She was grateful for my compassionate heart and mommy vibes. I was grateful for being able to make her feel even a little bit better. The trip was long but we made it around 3:45 a.m. I was pretty grumpy by this time. The Key West jail began to inventory my property in front of me. Comparing what was given to them by the first jail and what was on my property receipt. When I packed my things, I kept with me an envelope that had other writing and stuff I wanted to research when I got home. This was the same envelope I had my book writing in prior to mailing it home. With big bold letters on the front “Do not throw away, very important papers.” I received an empty envelope back with nothing in it. The jail had clearly seen “do not throw away” when they went through all my stuff to transport me and they threw it away anyway. When I saw that, I realized how close I was to losing hours and hours of writing. Saved by spirit again! I just had to learn to listen to them. They also threw away all my body jewelry. I received my necklace with Jimmy’s ashes in it and nothing else. Anything they can do to make you not be yourself freely they will do I guess. I was on the fence between thanking my guidance for the warning about my book being mailed home and pissed off at the property I was missing and was going to have to replace after not being able to work for three months. Jail combs make awesome piercing plugs I’ve learned. You can learn a lot from other inmates if you pay attention. The frequent fliers know all the tricks in the book and how to get away with anything. The trick is being selective in what you want to learn from them.

I was only in jail in the Keys for 11 days but the duality I noticed from one experience to the other was so clear it kind of tripped me out. Only five hours away and the two places couldn’t have been any more different. One, you could eat off the floor and not a chip of paint on a single brick in the entire facility. The other, an old run down, small jail. It had a haunted feel to it and covered in graffiti. I looked around and was silenced by the peace I felt there compared to the place I had just come from. Lee County felt like a place they house the demons. Girls.. loud, loud, loud and only one or two out of a hundred that know how to act. These girls would eat six or seven trays at a time like it was the first time they ate food and I promise you the food they called food in that place was anything but that. It starts to grow on you because you are starving. In less than the 11 days I was in the Keys, I was off all the medications I had been put on and no more blood pressure checks. No symptoms or issues since then. The entire situation seemed strange to me but I was happy I lived through another crazy experience.

One of the first girls I met there was another Tiff.. She gave me coffee when I first got there. Something I hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting in three months. I was in my glory and had a new friend to talk to. She said “us Tiff’s gotta stick together.” Little did I know, she would play an important role in my manifestations in the near future. Her and I spoke of my desire to move back to the Keys where my son is. I didn’t want to move back to Key West so I was putting my feelers out for a place closer to Marathon so I could be closer to my son. We talked about it a couple times and then let it go. She introduced me to the other girls and everyone there made me feel welcome. So much so that when I tried to go hermit up in my cell, the other inmates would come to my cell and try to coax me out with tv or a card game. When I declined several times, they finally started coming in to hang out with me and started bringing me books haha. I realized spirit was at work here when the books that were being handed to me were books that resonated with me in a big way. I knew that they were guided into the hands that gave them to me. I wasn’t here long but long enough to share a few stories with many of the other girls. There were stories of the place being haunted and I believed every one of them. Story is, three different inmates had hung themselves from cells that were on the upper floor. Just looking up into those cells gave me the creeps. After what I had lived through in Key West, no story surprised me. It just made me more aware of the energy around me. Not that I needed any help at this point. I was energetically on guard 24/7 with all swords up by this time haha. I stayed in my cell most the time. I could close the door and read without absorbing all the echos from twenty different conversations going on at once. It gave me anxiety. I was nearing 74 days and I was way over the entire experience. I just wanted to go home and see my family and get back out in the sun so I could feel better. I woke up one night and 3 a.m. and without thinking I picked up my Bible. I just layed it on my chest but a dark energy filled the air. It was really strange to me because I had been there for a few days already and didn’t feel anything off. When I woke up the next morning, I went to make some coffee and a few of the girls I had met were talking about a ghost being in the building. Then they all pointed to the flickering exit sign over the door in the corner. It wasn’t flickering until this day, at least not that anyone had noticed and it was pretty hard to miss. I learned a little later there was new girl in the cell two doors over, Cell 7 to be exact. When I saw her, I knew immediately that she had an attachment and I voiced my opinion to the girls around me. I could feel the dark energy attached to her and her behavior was anything but normal. She layed on the floor under her mat instead of up on her bunk on top of her mat. She was skeleton skinny and when I looked at her eyes, all I could see was a dark soul. I had experience with looking into the eyes of a dark soul and I stayed as far away from her as I could. My discussions with the others girls were not entirely convincing to them until “Shorty, the lady who was the roommate of virtually soulless girl, started throwing up like clockwork around 3 a.m. night after night. She was fine during the day and threw up every night during the time I knew spirits were wide awake and goofing off. Whatever attachment she had made its way around lol. The girls could hear a mop dragging down the walkway at night but nothing was there. We all talked about this like it was just a normal day in the Keys with ghosts haha. Wtf???? When I was taken to medical one day before they were transferring me to yet another jail. I was speaking with the nurse practitioner who was weirdly nice to me. I obviously haven’t been afraid to speak my mind so I proceeded to tell her a brief history on how I ended up there, my experiences with ghosts and my knowledge that the girl in Number 7 had an attachment. My first thought was now this lady is not only going to give me drops for my ears and take me off the butt load of blood pressure medications that I was on for weird reasons, but she is going to prescribe me some seriously strong shit for delusions haha. But she didn’t, she began to show interest in my knowledge and experiences and asked me if I knew the girls name that had the attachment. I was briefly stunned by her calmness entirely. I had just said to her, in 3.5 minutes, all I had been holding in for 73 1/2 days … probably longer. It was obvious that was my first opportunity to get that shit off my chest. She made me smile when she suggested I started a blog about my story which confirmed a vision I had recently had. She also gave me drops for my ears that I had been trying to get for a couple of months and cancelled all medications that had to do with my heart. I was out of the woods.. Finally. Court was tomorrow and the odds were in my favor I would finally be able to walk free in the sun again that day. I just needed to try and get some rest.

The next day I was waiting for the evening to roll around. I was packed up and ready to go to my last court date but had to be transferred the night before. Just before they called my name, we were all asked to step out into the rec yard so they could transport, by foot, another inmate. Who by the looks of it was considered “dangerous.” We were all standing in the rec yard looking through the glass to the hallway they would be walking down. The door opened and out walked two officers with a tiny woman dressed in “turtle suit.” I have never had to sport one because I have managed to slip through the cracks of “crazy” somehow lol. But this woman wasn’t so lucky. They walked her down the hall, one cop on one side, one on the other holding her arms. She smiled and waived. I looked around and asked the other girls.. “What they hell did she do to have to wear that thing.” Nobody really knew.. They all said.. “that’s Gracie.. she is crazy” and then everyone was free to walk about, go back in, resume their nothingness. This jail didn’t treat you like an animal in a cage unlike “others” I have visited. Even the “crazy lady” in the turtle suit was treated with respect as they paraded her through the jail in front of us so they can move her to transport. She had court the same place I did. It didn’t take me long to figure out we were being transported together which I was fine with. I was just curious why she was still wearing a velcro dress for the ride. Lol. We started to load up in the van…... males in the back, females in the front. When the males were locked down, it was my turn lol. The only place left was a cage that looked liked some silence of the lambs shit and and seat that squeezed two. Me and the “turtle suit” lady were going to ride sweaty armpit to sweaty armpit for 45 minutes. My first thought was “I have to ask her why the big production walking her through the jail” but I refrained for a little bit. I wanted to feel her energy out a little before I spoke haha. I mean they did just make us all go outside behind glass and doors so they could walk this lady out. She must be some kind of “crazy.” We were locked in and not far down the road, she looked over with a crazy lady but gentle smile and said “Hi, I’m Gracie.. that isn’t my real name but everyone here knows me as Gracie.” My urge to resist the big question busted out of my mouth like a bottle rocket. “What the fuck are you wearing that for… you don’t seem crazy to me?” I said smiling. She proceeded to tell me she is a healer and denied medical treatment so they secluded her and put her in the “crazy” classification. So she got to wear a dress. Haha. I laughed. I could sense the similarities in her and I… you could put us anywhere, wearing anything and we are still going to be our true selves. Whether other’s considered it crazy or not. Who are “they” anyway? We talked and talked and she began to read my energy. I felt it. She confirmed a few things I was doing already like seeing things in three’s. As in this is your confirmation, for your confirmation, for your confirmation lmao. Spirit thinks it’s great when we just DON”T believe them lol. She also called me a Mystic which had a pretty little ring to it. I finally new for sure …. I seriously keep trying to convince myself this is all really just a dream. NOPE!… it's definitely not a dream. Just a very Alice in Wonderland reality this time around haha. We get to the next place…. I blurted out to the nice officer “Is this the world’s smallest jail?” in my giggle voice. He didn’t really feel my humor since he made this route day in and day out for God knows how many years lol. He just laughed at me. The officers here, with the exception of a select few in the other place, were so much nicer. Gracie walked in and the only female officer in the entire place said “Heyyyyy Gracie, you back again?” in her professional urban accent. Gracie looked at me and smiled … like a celebrity she said “everyone knows me here” and then she started introducing me to the officers there. Three to be exact. In the whole jail. Three. This nightmare turned into a comedy overnight. Me and “killer” Gracie, who was really there for transpassing. She chooses to be homeless. She feels it's her duty to be homeless and help other homeless. A quality I found inspiring in my husband. He fed the homeless when he was clean and sober. Giving back to the community that he learned respect for through life experience. She said “I am a healer. I don’t need much. I am here to help others.” All I could say is “I feel ya girl.” My world was really making more and more sense in just a few days. I was repeatedly saying “thank you” in my mind to angels for giving me specifics that actually make sense. Lol. I have a whole lot of “ok... this doesn’t make any sense” to figure out still. Gracie ripped of her “velcro dress” as soon as the cell door closed behind us haha. I was now having a very weird conversation with a totally nude healer which made this so much more worth writing about. I was on the fence about sharing these stories with the world. But at this point I haven’t really cared about all the people I have made a fool of myself in front of. I am not gonna start caring now. A fool is only a fool if they don’t learn the lessons that are in front of them so they can continue to grow. I embrace every experience … earthly and not so earthly lol.

Court day… the Judge was so super sweet. I was given time served for the tickets from hell, literally from “hell” I am convinced and free to go. I worked hard to ignore the clock while I was waiting to get out of there. Praying I was still going to be able to button my jeans lmao. They were “PRETTY” tight on the ride to “Paradise Island” 11 days ago. My brother picked me up and I was on my way to see my son and get some much needed rest. I would only be here a few days until my daughter was here to take me home to my granddaughter.. Xoxoxo Later, after being back in Cape Coral and spending way too long brainstorming ideas around my suspended license and transportation blah blah blah haha. I decided to start journaling my requests again. All I asked for was for a peaceful, easy resolution to all of this that would get me closer to my son again. And it seemed like I blinked and here I was. In the Keys, all situations worked out by spirit to make that happen. I just had to finish a cycle that was created, close out all issues related to that cycle and have faith that I have protection watching over me that will remove all obstacles when the time is right for life to change. Something I have become very strong at.. Having FAITH. There is a higher plan even when it doesn’t feel like it at first. I had to touch a few souls that needed my words and handle my shit. Done deal. I do it with grace and gratitude because I know the next just gets more beautiful. Divine order.

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Do all, entertain me so I don't have to do hw

ah man i was actually doing hw for once

1- my name?rain

2- do i have any nicknames?my mom calls me rainbow, my brother calls me ron, my friends don’t really call me by any nicknames anymore

3- zodiac sign?leo, borderline virgo

4- video game i play to chill, not to win?animal crossing

5- book/series i reread?harry potter

6- aliens or ghosts?uhhhh ghosts

7- writer i trust enough to read anything they write?idk if there’s any

8- favorite radio station?i don’t listen to the radio much

9- favorite flavor of anything?watermelon or blue raspberry

10- the word i use all the time to describe something great?idk, i say hell yeah a lot

11- favorite song?robbers by the 1975 probably (im listening to it now lol)

12- the question you ask new friends to get to know them better?i usually ask what they’re doing when we text and they tell and through this over time you hear about their family and intrests

13- favorite word?either “soft” or “gentle”

14- last person who hurt me, did i forgive them?not sure, i think i was the last person to hurt me, and i don’t really forgive myself for anything

15- last song i listened to?robbers by the 1975

16- tv show i always recommend?rick and morty

17- pirates or ninjas?see on one hand i have gay pirates and on the other i have nsp so idk

18- movie i watch when i’m feeling down?probably some pokemon movie lmao

19- song that i always start my shuffle with/wake up song/always on loop song?my alarm is nine in the afternoon by p!atd, i usually shuffle the fiddler on the roof soundtrack starting with the wedding dance song or now i have everything, on loop i usually have do i wanna know by arctic monkeys or sarah smiles by p!atd

20- favorite video games?any pokemon game

21- what am i most afraid of?the people i love secretly hating me or abandoning me or dying

22- a good quality of mine?uhhhhh,,, i guess um. my hair is dark? so it makes it easier to see facial hair and shit on me which is helpful for my trans ass

23- a bad quality of mine?i can’t shut up about anything i’m interested in bc i obsess myself with things that make me happy and always want to talk about them because they’re the the things that keep me alive but it gets annoying and i get a lot of “would you shut up about this subject”

24- cats or dogs?how could i CHOOSE

25- actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?i don’t pay a lot of attention to the actors for ppl in movies, i think the only actor i was willing to go see whatever they were in was u lmao

26- favorite season?spring/autumn

27- am i in a relationship?no

28- something i miss?the way things used to be sometimes

29- my best friend? i’ve considered u my best friend for a long time, if i didn’t delete messages u could probably find me talking to newer ppl (mainly chloe, who was that girl i asked out and rejected me) being like “yeah so she’s my best friend and she’s great”

30- eye color?brown

31- hair color?dark brown

32- someone i love?diakjgbjfgvldgjh

33- someone i trust?i trust u and zee the most

34- someone i always think about?Get Out Of This Home

35- am i excited about anything?dying

36- my current obsession?playing amazing grace on the piano

37- favorite tv shows as a child?i loved sesame street

38- do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to?not really

39- am i superstitious?idk

40- what do i think about most?what the fuck do you think

41- do i have any strange phobias?i don’t think so

42- do i prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?not sure

43- favorite hobbies?drawing, writing, playing piano

44- last book i read?the great american whatever, great book btw, read it if ur looking for more gay books. warning though for death (that’s not really a spoiler i promise)

45- last film i watched?blue is the warmest color, didn’t finish it tho

46- do i play any instruments?piano

47- favorite animals?cats and dogs

48- top 5 blogs on tumblr that i follow?@ dreamts@ maroonracoon@ hugables@ roswater@ fauning

49- superpower i wish i could have?to pause time

50- how do i destress?what

51- do i like confrontation?no

52- when do i feel most at peace?when i sleep

53- what makes me smile?hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

54- do i sleep with the lights on or off?off

55- play any sports?no

56- what is my song of the week?idk the week just started my guy

57- favorite drink?grape juice

58- when did i last send a handwritten letter to somebody?idk

59- afraid of heights?not really

60- pet peeve?when u tell someone to stop fuckin touching u and they keep doing it immediately after

61- what was the last concert i went to see?the 1975!! just last night

62- am i vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?no

63- what occupation did i want to do when i was younger?i really wanted to be a singer

64- have i ever had a friend turn into an enemy?i’ve had fights with friends but we either made up or stopped being friends but aren’t enemies

65- what fictional universe would i like to be a part of?idk

66- something i worry about?friends when they’re sad, i know some of them probably won’t but i still worry about them hurting themselves

67- scared of the dark?yeah

68- who are my best friends?you, zee, shannon, spencer, i could go on but there’s a lot

69- what do i admire most about others?musical abilities, especially with singing

70- can i sing?idk, logically i have no reason to think that i can’t because literally everyone that’s ever heard me sing says it’s not bad or that i have a nice voice but i’m still unconvinced

71- something i wish i could do?sing in front of people without having an anxiety attack, speaking of singing

72- if i won the lottery, what would i do?buy myself and my friends a ton of shit probably

73- have i ever skipped school?i’ve faked being sick to get out of school

74- favorite place on the planet?idk man i haven’t been many places

75- where do i want to live?kinda wanna live in nyc

76- do i have any pets?cat named danny, two fish one named goldy and the other shaneeta dee

77- what is my current desktop picture?an nsp concert but i’ve been meaning to change it for a while now

78- early bird or night owl?night owl

79- sunsets or sunrise?sunsets

80- can i drive?no

81- story behind my last kiss?it was so long ago man i can’t really remember

82- earphones or headphones?earphones

83- have i ever had braces?no

84- story behind one of my scars?idk if i have any but i have a scab that i picked at until it bled in piano class because i was Not Ok and many times after for the same reason and that’s probably gonna scar now

85- favorite genre of music?idk

86- who is my hero?idk

87- favorite comic book characters?i don’t really read comic books much

88- what makes me really angry?when people hurt my friends

89- kindle or real book?real book

90- favorite sporty activity?idk man

91- what is the one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be???????

92- what was my favorite subject at school?idk man i guess art is ok but i’m not the biggest fan of my teacher

93- siblings?two, one brother and a sister

94- what was the last thing i bought?probably food

95- how tall am i?i think 5′5

96- can i cook?i can make grilled cheese and also pancakes

97- can i bake?if u give me a recipe then probably

98- 3 things i love?my friendspianosleeping

99- 3 things i hate?donald trumpdepressionanxiety

100- do i have more girl friends or boy friends?idk a lot of my friends are non binary or i don’t know their gender

101- who do i get on with better, girls or boys?im tempted to say girls but that’s just bc i have a preference for girls romantically in reality it doesn’t really matter as long as u aren’t a dick

102- where was i born?albany

103- sexual orientation?pan, probably somewhere on the ace spectrum bc sexual attraction is so so rare for me so if i think ur hot u better believe u are

104- where do i currently live?new york

105- last person i texted?you

106- last time i cried?not sure, i think last week when i had that big meltdown that y’all saw where @ hero-art was sending me asks through it

107- guilty pleasure?hhgghg,,hggg, watching vids of u singing

108- favorite youtuber?probably still the game grumps

109- a photo of myselfdamn bitch just search the tag # rain shows you his face

110- do i like selfies?i take a lot, usually just because my makeup looks cool that day, but they’re mostly shit

111- favorite game app?i don’t play game apps

112- my relationship with my parents?:/

113- favorite accents?idk man

114- a place i have not been but would like to visit?metropolitan museum of art

115- favorite number?five

116- can i juggle?no

117- am i religious?no

118- do i like space?it’s cool

119- do i like the deep ocean?it’s pretty

120- am i much of a daredevil?lol no

121- am i allergic to anything?i think grass

122- can i curl my tongue?yeah

123- can i wiggle my ears?no

124- do i like clowns?don’t really have an opinion on them

125- the beatles or elvis?i don’t listen to either of them

126- my current project?my dumbass lab writeup

127- am i a bad loser?i don’t think so

128- do i admit when i’m wrong?yes

129- forest or beach?beach

130- favorite piece of advice?“love everyone, forgive everyone, especially yourself.”

131- am i a good liar?i think so

132- hogwarts house/divergent faction/hunger games district?i’m a gryffindor and i didn’t read divergent or the hunger games

133- do i talk to myself?all the time

134- am i very social?no

135- do i like gossip?maybe? idk as long as no one is hurt

136- do i keep a journal/diary?i guess my writing blog is kind of an over exaggerated diary

137- have i ever hopelessly failed a test?i got a zero on a quiz once if that counts

138- do i believe in second chances?depends

139- if i found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would i do?get my mom to turn it in to ppl who know what to do with it

140- do i believe people are capable of change?yeah i suppose, but depends

141- have i ever been underweight?no

142- am i ticklish?very

143- have i ever been in a submarine?no

144- have i ever been on a plane?when i was seven

145- in a film about my life, who would i cast as myself, friends, and family?ah man idk i don’t have an extensive knowledge of actors

146- have i ever been overweight?no

147- do i have any piercings?one in each ear

148- what fictional character do i wish was real?idk

149- do i have any tattoos?two, one on my ankle and another on my ass

150- what is the best decision i have made in my life so far?to realize that i fucked up and to apologize

151- do i believe in karma?i guess

152- do i wear glasses or contacts?i need glasses but don’t wear them much

153- what was my first car?none

154- do i want children?depends on who i’d have them with

155- who is the most intelligent person i know?idk man it’s kinda subjective isn’t it?

156- my most embarrassing moment?my whole entire life

157- what makes me nostalgic?old songs

158- have i ever pulled an all nighter?oh yeah

159- which do i value most in others, brains or beauty?brains

160- what color dominates my wardrobe?idk actually

161- have i ever had a paranormal experience?not really

162- what do i hate most about myself?i’m stupid, i hurt and bother others way too much

163- what do i love most about myself?ok i’m honestly not being a self loathing dick on purpose here i genuinely can’t think of something i love about myself

164- do i like adventure?yeah

165- do i believe in fate? maybe

166- favorite animal?question already asked bro

167- have i ever been on radio?no

168- have i ever been on tv?no, but yesterday i got asked to be (i declined because of anxiety)

169- how old am i?fourteen

170- one of my favorite quotes?“and you know that it’s not good, that there is no good, that nothing good can ever come out of it. but you do it anyway. and then... well. and then you burn.”

171- do i hold grudges?depends

172- do i trust easily?i don’t think so

173- have i learnt from my mistakes?yeah

174- best gift i’ve ever received?well my computer was p good though i payed for part of it

175- do i dream?yeah

176- have i ever had a night terror?yeah

177- do i remember my dreams, and what is the one that comes to mind?i do, and i just remembered the dream i had where there was this weird ass magical storm by my school that happened once thousands of years before on the same day and ppl thought it was a myth but it wasn’t, it was controlled by some ghost of a little girl and it lasted for weeks and eventually within our small shelter by the school people just died arbitrarily and some died from the storm who went out to try and get food and some starved, and soon all that was left was me and three others and it was horrible because every time we closed our eyes we were afraid we were going to open them and someone would be dead

178- an experience that has made me stronger?idk. probably my dad dying?

179- if i were immortal what would i do?try and undo that immortality or send myself into a coma forever because god i already want to die having to live forever would be the biggest curse ever

180- do i like shopping?sure

181- if i could get away with a crime, what would i do?idk man i don’t think about a life of crime much

182- what does family mean to me?people who care about me and love me and that i care about and love back

183- what is my spirit animal?im p sure that as a white person i’m not supposed to have one

184- how do i want to be remembered?for kindness

185- if i could master one skill, what would i choose?being better at piano

186- what is my greatest failure?everything

187- what is my greatest achievement?don’t know, i’m not proud of many things that i do

188- love or money?love

189- love or career?love

190- if i could time travel, where and when would i want to go?nowhere, i don’t want to spoil the future for myself and i don’t want to fuck with the past

191- what makes me the happiest?FUCK off

192- what is “home” to me?being with someone i love

193- what motivates me?i don’t know. not much anymore

194- if i could choose my last words, what would they be?idk, it depends on who i’d say them to

195- would i ever want to encounter aliens?if they’re nice then yes

196- a movie that scared me as a child?coraline

197- something i hated as a child that i like now?idk

198- zombies or vampires?vampires bc baz

199- live in the city or the suburbs?city

200- dragons or wizards?wizards

201- a nightmare that stayed with me?so this is from when i was little, my dad was driving my brother and i to the park and i was in the backseat bc i was tiny. so i said something to him and got no reply, i looked over and he wasn’t in the front seat, he was gone and nobody was driving. i look out the front and we’re headed for a part where we were meant to turn and there’s a giant steep hill and the car just keeps going forwards. it drives up the hill then flips over and crashes and rolls back down the hill and then i woke up

202- how do i define love?oh gosh. it’s in trusting other people to tell everything, even if they don’t “get” you, even if they won’t understand what you mean or how you feel because you trust them. it’s in the way you feel accepted around them. and all the inside jokes and knowing glances and doing everything you can to help when they’re down and feeling at home around them.

203- do i judge a book by it’s cover?a little

204- have i ever had my heart broken?yeah

205- do i like my handwriting?not really

206- sweet or savory?sweet

207- worst job i’ve had?never had a job

208- do i collect anything?ramune bottles and pokemon cards

209- item of clothing or jewelry you’ll never see me without?don’t think there is one

210- what is on my bucket list?kiss a girl

211- how do i handle anger?vent to a friend

212- was i named after anyone?not with my first name, but my mom gave me my middle name after her friend from college

213- do i use sarcasm a lot?no.............of course not

214- what tv character am i most like?not sure

215- what is the weirdest talent i have?talent. What Is That

216- favorite fictional character?how could i choose one

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