#i put 9 and 19 in here even if i'm planning on making them regular OCs cus when i'll write of them it will be in the context of bllk

[sasdavvero]

Songs I use to think of the various Isagi + Dicia

(except for Zero (0) because I rarely think of that specific version)

Two (2)

basic, I know, but since I had it in loop all the days while I wrote her story, I just can't help but think of her whenever I hear this song

Honorable mention: Diet Mountain Dew

Yon (4)

purely 'cause he's an idol of some sort and he would rock this song (don't have much else because I have yet to write about him)

Sette (7)

this one is a complicated one, I have more than one song for him but I'll go with this one (I think about him too much tbh)

Honorable mention: ISTINTO

Hachi (8)

uh, another one with the song of the title... but every time I listen to this, I see an animation of him in my head (I hope at some point I'll be able to make it.......)

Honorable mention: Lemon Boy

Kyuu (9)

I dont know how to explain this since I have yet to write anything with them BUT I will at some point...

Dicia (19)

there's something wrong with them. this song makes me imagine them going mad. it's fun

In case anyone is interested, here's the link to the Ao3 series

[sadachmesarthim]

towers for your honeycomb chapter 3: no i do not condone underage drinking i just think it's a good plot devic-

content: the boys have One Beer Each™, peter both sets and completely ignores his own boundaries, author remembers the communion chapter from "how to read literature like a professor" and bastardizes it, both of them have anxiety but neither say anything about it, smoking

words: 2k     song: outskirts of paradise - bad suns     

Looking Tony in the eye was like staring at the sun. Peter could barely hold his gaze, always finding an excuse to turn away.

He was sat in front of the other man a few weeks later, sharing drinks and pizza at a new brewery down the road. It’d cost him his liquor license, and potentially a clean record, if anyone found out, but Richie (their most beloved regular) offered to let the pair try the latest house brew if they ever swung through.

Peter wasn’t one for beer, but he’d accepted Tony’s invite anyway.

He wasn’t entirely sure why. Since their fight, they’d worked all of maybe three hours together. No other shifts, they avoided each other at meetings, and neither were particularly willing to reach out off the clock and apologize.

It was like the world was screaming at them to stay away from each other.

Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen.

After his shift that morning, Peter found Tony outside, leaning up against the hood of his car & working through his second cigarette. He drummed on the side of his thigh, keeping his empty hand busy as he waited for Peter to come out. Tony jumped at the sight of him, tossing the half finished cig down a storm drain.

“You know those lead straight to the ocean, right?” There was more amusement than anger behind his words. Peter wasn’t entirely sure what Tony was up to, but he was too tired to start shit. He crossed to the passenger side of his car, tossing his belongings to the floor.

“Even if it didn’t go through the city’s filtration system – fuck the fish.” Peter rolled his eyes. Funny as he was, Tony always had to be contradictory.

“Don’t you have, like, a school of them on your shoulder?” Tony’s normally visible salmon tattoos were safely tucked away behind a denim jacket Peter’d never seen before.

“Irrelevant.” Peter rounded the hood and turned, facing the other man. “Did you need something or were you just here to argue about my town’s plumbing system?” He huffed the words out, arms crossing in front of his chest expectantly.

“I, uh…” He suddenly went silent. The ground crunched under Tony’s feet, gravel scraping asphalt under his shoes. They were a rattier pair he owned – more tape than sole, oil staining the canvas.

“I wanted to know if you’d come to lunch with me. Today. Like, right now?” He hesitated at the last few words, like he wasn’t sure he could say them out loud. “I, uh. I’m pretty sure I have some things to say to you, and Richie’s got some good stuff waiting for us at the Pub House…”

Peter was astounded. “Who are you, and what have you done with my Tony?” My Tony? What? “I- why should I trust you? I’m sure as hell not getting in a car with you.”

Tony’s face fell. A bit of- what, disappointment? flew across his face. Peter would’ve missed it had he not been staring, impatient for his answer. Tony, floundering at the rejection, couldn’t give him one.

“Okay, maybe- how about this. I’ll think about it. Give me five minutes to go wash up and I’ll be back.” He turned & headed inside, not waiting for a response.

The cool water felt good against his burning, salt-stained cheeks. Peter hadn’t realized just how tired he was – opens had always taken it out of him, and the early spring temperatures didn’t always prevent the stand from turning into a heater during rush hour.

The soap in the stand was always too fragrant for his taste, but it did the job – it felt good to wash away the day’s work and come back looking like a new man. He smoothed his eyebrows down and dried himself off, wetting his hair a bit as he finished.

He wound up with grind in it again, brushing it out with a comb he found in the first aid kit. One of these days he was going to have to start wearing hats to work. Shampooing his hair every single day was taking its toll on his curls, and he wasn’t a fan of burnt coffee smell.

Stepping back, he squinted into the warped mirror in front of him. Much better.

Back outside, Tony’d lit up his third cigarette of the day. The shakes’d largely abandoned him, allowing his anxiety to drift inward. The sticks only did so much – he missed the higher, stronger hit of his Suorin, but he was trying to quit (ironically enough).

He was actually able to finish this one by the time Peter made his way back outside, looking significantly better without $5 worth of product on his face.

“Okay, some rules.” He came up, stopping just short of Tony. “You’re paying for both of us. We leave whenever I want, without complaint. We go straight there and come straight back - it’s eight blocks, I don’t want any bullshit scenic routes.” His tone was firm – something Tony’d never encountered with him before. 

“Yes. Yes, anything. Okay.” 

Tony’s car was a lot nicer than Peter anticipated. He’d recently sold his truck, swapping it for a silver Mini Cooper instead. It was a pretty little thing, just up his alley.

It was also fucking obnoxious. He’d bought it with a modified exhaust and had plans to make it even louder. You could almost always hear him coming, little pop pop pops audible for quite a ways. 

It was… less clean than Peter expected. Tony was always so well put together, so well-maintained - seeing stray gum wrappers and drink cups littered around the interior was almost jarring. He didn’t realize he was staring until Tony spoke up. 

“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Peter nodded. He silently took in his new surroundings, nerves on fire. He’d never done well around strangers, in new places. His mind’d always screamed at him, danger unsafe bad run, overriding his sensibilities.

“Hey, are you good? I can take you back if you need.” They’d barely left the Outback parking lot. 

“No- no, I think I’ll be okay. Just… not where I thought I’d end up when I woke up today, y’know?” Peter tried to laugh it off, but he’d always been pretty transparent. 

Tony turned a corner, cutting back into the lot they just came from and turning the car off. “Seriously, Peter. If you don’t want to come to lunch with me just say so. I’ll take you back to your car and we can pretend it never happened.” Okay, seriously, who the fuck is this guy and what did he do with Tony?

“No, I- I think I’m okay. Seriously. Let’s just go and get it over with - I kinda want to hear you grovel anyway.” He settled further into his seat, failing to shake away the agitation. 

The flatbread was actually really good. It was more of a hipster take on pizza - white sauce and pearl onions definitely making it stand out - but it wasn’t a bad lunch by any means. 

The beer definitely wasn’t Peter’s favorite. He was barely sipping by, trying hard to keep a straight face as he swallowed. Damn Richie anyway. 

It’d started off awkward enough - discussing where to sit, small talk about their week, the weather. It felt more like a bad first date than an apology, but- 

“I really am sorry. For what happened in the fridge.” 

Oh. 

“Okay. Why?” Peter tightened the hand around his glass, bracing for Tony’s next words. 

“I.. I was kind of an asshole when I was younger, too. I figured I could make a fresh start here with a brand new town of people that didn’t know or assume anything about me.

“I was doing okay for a little while, too, but I don’t know man I just.. something happened and I just- I don’t know why I’m a dick to you. But I’m trying not to be. This is that, like, ‘first step’, I guess?” Peter nodded along, attentive. 

"So, I don't know. I'm sorry for being a dick to you at work. I'm sorry for being a dick to the girls. I shouldn't yell at you or drag your family into this bullshit - I'm sorry, Peter."

There it was again, that name. His first fucking name. 

“I- thank you, Tony. It’s a start, and I certainly haven’t forgiven you, but… thank you. Seriously.” Tony sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. Peter let go of his glass and wiped it off, standing and walking around to Tony’s side of the table. 

“Okay then, time for a do-over! Hi, I’m Peter Parker. I’m 19 and I’ve worked at Outback North Espresso for a little over 9 months. What’s your name?” He stuck his hand out, waiting for Tony to make the next move.  

Tony laughed, pushing his chair back and standing to meet the other teen. “Okay, uh, I’m Tony Stark, I’m 18, and I’ve worked at Outback for almost 6. Nice to re-meet you, Peter.” He shook Peter’s hand, awestruck at just how soft it was. He quickly steeled his face and sat back down, releasing Peter and allowing him to do the same. 

Once he was sat back down at his side, Peter looked up, confused. “Wait, you’re still 18?” 

Tony laughed. “Not for long. My birthday’s at the end of next month.” 

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m older than you!” 

Tony rolled his eyes. “That’s - it’s literally three months, that barely counts.” 

Their debate lasted well into the afternoon, alongside several other discussions. Peter’s childhood in Richland, and what it was like growing up there. What Federal Way was like, and why Tony left. Peter could tell he was remaining intentionally vague, but didn’t push it. 

Their beers were warm and the pizza was long gone by the time they abandoned their table. Tony guided him out the back, hand high on his arm. 

Once they were back in the car, Peter’s anxiety returned. It was like he’d spent the last few hours speaking to a completely different person, and now that he was sitting mere inches from Tony… 

He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t. He wasn’t… sure, exactly. What it was. 

Tony spoke up when he noticed the tension in his passenger seat. 

“Hey, we’ll get you back to your car soon, I promise. Eight blocks, remember?” His right hand made its way to Peter’s knee, digging soft circles into the denim. Just like in the fridge.

“Please don’t- don’t touch me. Without asking.” It came out harsher than intended. 

“Okay, all good. No worries. We’re like, two minutes away.” Tony eased off the clutch, turning right out of the parking lot and onto the road. The windows rolled down and Peter let his head fall back in relief. Fresh air always helped him clear his head. 

It really was a short drive - right turn, left turn, right turn - and they were back at Peter’s car. The doors unlocked, and he was out in an instant. A bit too fast to be respectful, if he was being honest, but he knew he needed out. Tony stopped him before he was able to get in his car. 

“Hey, for real. Thank you for today. I’m sorry if it was too much.” 

Peter looked over and down to meet his eyes. “I- yeah, of course. No, yeah, thank you. For the apology. I’m sorry I freaked out on you. But no this- it was good. Yeah. Thank you, Tony.” 

He turned, unlocking the door and closing it before either could say anything else. After turning the key he sped off, without throwing even a glance behind him. 

Tony watched as Peter peeled away, reaching for the box of Pall Malls in his cupholder. He lit one, shifting into first and heading in the opposite direction. 

Not bad. Not good, but not bad. 

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[the-insomniac-emporium]

J Watches Arcane: Ep. 7, Random Thoughts/Play-By-Play

Y'all know the drill by this point. Or you don't, and want me to shut up. This show is killing me. Unfortunately for it, I am a rock and cannot die. Unfortunately for me, I still have feelings, and I am feeling all three of them right now

(1:47) Caitlyn @ Vi: I am so mad at you. But also I am still very concerned for your health

(2:40) MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. might be a tiny bit mad at him for the end of the last episode, but also I am fully aware that shit was already fucked by the time he got there, soooooo not really actually mad. Also just glad he's back? I really expected him to show up more in act 2 than he did (he had, what, two scenes? at least both of them were him being a huge badass).

(4:57, "I missed you, little man") god, yes, finally another second of happiness to soothe the terrible aching in my soul. I love my precious blorbos so fucking much

(6:40~) after giving the sapphics plenty to cry/scream about, we finally get something for the folks who like men (jk, jk, the men in this show are very pretty, even with their shirts on)

(9:39) this is a very good example of what makes Sevika interesting. She fucking hates Jinx, yeah, but when it comes down to it, she clearly sees how important Jinx is to Silco. Part of me also wonders what she thought of the Vander orphans back in the day- I mean, she was pretty clearly a friend of Vander's, and a regular at The Last Drop. How bad did it hurt to watch Silco's other goons try to kill them? At what point did she end up hating Jinx? Idk, just something I can't stop wondering about

(10:20~) is. is she. putting in. the staples. on TOP of her pants? forget belts, this is the new way to keep yer pants up

(12:27) oh yeah, crying again

(13:47, "you didn't say they were from the undercity") oop, here it is, the descent of Jayce. or at least one of several nails in the not-yet-finished coffin, yes? for a man who's best friend is from the undercity, Jayce is leaning a bit hard into this divide.

(14:29) I kind of hate how much hotter Silco is with that jacket. I don't know why I am like this. But that's a good jacket.

(19:18) hehhehehehe gayyyyyyyyy. I love Cait and Vi so much

(22:58, "he'll listen to me") why do I get the feeling that Jayce won't? oh, right, because this show loves making me CRY and it's a good opportunity to do that

(24:000, "I'm only asking you to prepare to defend your people") okay. build a fucking shield, dip-ass. designate safe zones within the city, anywhere that could withstand the most damage. set up plans to evacuate those most at risk if necessary, using the hexgates. double check incoming and outgoing trade items, and try to ensure that you have enough supplies to last, even if you have to ration them. set up extra watchmen around the hexgates, because those are BIGASS targets for anyone attempting to cripple Piltover. I don't know enough Lore to make the following statement with confidence, but I'm making it with a shrug nonetheless: Mel, your Medarda is showing

"The decision is yours" that's a very "guilt-tripping" mother line. okay, well, somewhat of one. there's no "I'm sure you'll make the right decision" or "you know what I would do", but I wouldn't be surprised if Mel was counting on that sort of subtext

(28:35) FUCK the way Cait just pulls Vi in closer asdfghjkl; these two will be the death of me

(31:47) dear friend, across the river...

(34:26) oh damn. how have I not seen any gif sets of this scene? or at least this part. my god. cool. I am going to cry very soon, but cool!

(35:28) and here are the tears! I have seen gifs of this part. and tiktok edits that I did not scroll past fast enough. it was never going to end any other way, huh?

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

The Tug || Stan U. x Fem?Reader

Requested: @trash-mouthlover Could you do a cute soulmate au with good ol Stan the man. If not that's cool too. P.s. your writings are amazing!

A//N: Absolutely! I love Stan the man! I will always love my sassy little noodle-head boi. I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!! P.s. thank you, you are so sweet! After a lot of searching I finally decided on this soulmate au:

-You can feel a tug from wherever your soulmate is. These may either be automatic or have stronger tugs whenever your soulmate is in distress.

Also, while writing this, it actually started to morph into a Bev x reader without realizing and I had to steer it back on track 😂 Also, going back and reading it, I’m realizing there is almost no interaction between Stan and the reader and for that I apologize, this is the first time writing a soulmate au and I quickly realized, I’m not that good at it. Also, I’m probably gonna make a part two at some point to make up for the lack of Stan x Reader.

Pairings: Stan Uris x Fem!Reader    <btw, the whole fem!reader is only on one small technicality and that was because reader uses the girls bathroom. But technically you can read it as any gender considering they didn’t exactly have gender neutral bathrooms so it can be read as either way I believe>

Warnings: Some cursing. Henry Bowers being creepy for like two seconds. Greta being mean and throwing literally ONE homophobic slur. It felt in character but I still didn't enjoy writing it and might take it out later.

{EDITED AS OF 6•17•19}

Summer break.

Fucking finally.

You forgot how angelic the final bell was on the last day of school. You were gladly swept along the ocean of kids into and down the hallway until you found yourself in front of your locker.

Entering the code you've done mindlessly so for the past 9 months for the final time. The metal door swung open and hit the adjoining lockers with a rather obnoxious clang that was drowned out by the crowd in the hallway. Given that your bus wouldn't show up for another twenty minutes, you knew you were in no hurry so you took your time emptying out your lockers contents. Having learned your lesson from last year, you had brought a spare plastic grocery bag for trash. You had just finished separating the trash and were now putting the rest of your belongings into your bag when you couldn't help but overhear a snippet of conversation from some passing boys in the hallway.

"Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say, 'Where's the beef?'"

With a curious frown, you froze and looked over your shoulder to see the infamous Richie, the trashmouth Tozier. Oh, you were definitely familiar with him. With a small shake of the head, you rolled your eyes and smiled. You closed your locker, swung your backpack over your shoulder and made your way to the girls room.

Of course, the traffic in the hall was still pretty congested so you found yourself a few feet behind Richie and his friends. Anxious to get to the bathroom, yet, as usual, there seemed to be absolutely no wiggle room to squeeze by leaving you no option but to trail behind them awkwardly unintentionally overhearing their conversation. You only saw the backs of their heads and you took an educated guess of who's who. To his right was a blonde boy, just a little taller than Richie, who you assumed to be Bill Denbrough. You frowned at the thought.

Poor boy.

Derry was a relatively small town, or at least small enough for word to travel fast. And the strange passing of his little brother Georgie was no exception. Everyone heard about that. To his right, the tallest boy, who was wearing a kippah, began speaking.

"At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech and suddenly I become a man."

Having been previously staring at your shoes, you nervously look up when you get the sudden feeling of being watched. Your eyes hastily dart up and you curse yourself under your breath when you see the cold dark eyes of Henry Bowers and his posse look you up and down.

No longer feeling safe, you quickly return your gaze to the floor, tighten your grip on your backpack straps and push past the boys. Unintentionally shoving them aside, a pang of guilt passes over you and you quickly turn your head back and throw a quick "sorry" their way.

You visibly relaxed when you reached the safety of the long hallway of the girls bathroom.

What you saw made your face scrunch up in confusion, there was a pair of girls standing around but the suspicious thing was one of them was filling up the trash bag from the garbage can up with water in the sink. Deciding staying out of it was your best option you kept to yourself and walked into one of the unoccupied stalls. The smell of a burning cigarette filled your senses and you couldn't help but cringe.

You had just done your business and done what you needed to do, you were just about ready to pull open the stall door when you heard an angry grunt followed by the sound of someone kicking the nearby stall. You froze out of instinct.

"Are you in there by yourself, Beaver-ly? Or do you have half the guys in the school with you, huh, slut? I know you're in there, little shit. I can smell you."

You frowned. You wanted to say something, but Greta was ruthless and you didn't what to say. You felt ashamed for sitting there, doing nothing.

"Which is it, Greta? Am I a slut or a little shit? Make up your mind." You couldn't help but smile at that. Good for her.

"You're trash."

Thump.

Oh, no.

Now you understood why the girl had been filling up the garbage.

You hastily opened the door to do something, not knowing what yet. You came out just in time to see the other girl standing on the neighbor toilet dumping the trash bag full of water into Beverly's stall.

"Hey! Get out of here! Leave the poor girl alone!" You yell, livid.

"A bit late to defend your girlfriend, you dirty little dike." She spit in your direction causing you to jump back in disgust.

The three girls laughed and strutted out of the bathroom.

It was quiet for a moment and you walked to stall Beverly was still in.

You two knew each other. You weren't exactly friends, but you didn't hate each other or anything. You were acquaintances.

Until now.

You softly knocked on the stall and asked in a quiet voice.

"Hey, you need any help?"

+++

You were glad you made friends with Beverly Marsh. She was kind and funny and the two of you had a lot more in common than you'd realized. Of course, the time came for you to catch your bus and the two of you parted ways, not before making plans to hang out later of course.

You made your way onto the crowded bus for the final time and took a seat in your regular spot and got out your walkman and pressed play, turning off your brain. Many bus stops later you found yourself in your regular routine. You rounded the familiar corner of your neighboring street, only two blocks away from your house when it happened.

That tug.

The one everyone talked about. Bragged about even.

Sure a couple of times you thought you felt it, or the ghost of the tug. But this time you were sure.

It wasn't the good tug either, it was the rapid, frantic tug. It made your heart flutter. Were they okay? You'd heard stories of a soulmate being in distress, but it never felt like this. It was frantic and the pull was in every direction at once. It caused your own heart to thud rapidly against your chest. Once again you felt helpless. But what could you do? You didn't even know who your soulmate was.

Unable to think about anything else, you let your feet carry you home as your worried mind conjured endless scenarios. Anything that could possibly explain what the hell was happening. To your great relief, it gradually relaxed. Lulled into a soft but present tug.

They were safe. For now.

+++

A few days later, you finally were able to meet up with Beverly. She had insisted on going out and doing literally anything other than staying inside. When you stopped by her house and had a rather unpleasant greeting from her father you immediately understood why. The two of you were content with walking around town, and when she mentioned she needed to stop by the drug store you obliged. Naturally, you told her about the tug from the other day and she listened intently, invested in the conversation and offering advice as friends do. Which you greatly appreciated.

"I know, right? I'm glad you think so, I was starting to think I was paranoid or maybe I, I don't know..." You trailed off when you noticed two boys in the alleyway, one of them looked to be pretty bloodied up.

"Hey, why don't you go inside and get your supplies, I'll meet you out here? Sound good?" She looked confused but seemed to understand you had a good reason.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sure thing." She smiled and headed inside, the ring of the store bell echoing.

Your eyes never broke contact with the boys in the alley and you walked toward them to offer help.

Upon closer examination, or rather being within earshot, you realized it was none other than Richie Tozier."Glad I got to meet you before you died." He said awkwardly standing above the bloodied up kid who was sitting on a crate.

You recognized the kid. It was the new kid, Ben. You remembered him from math class. He was a sweet kid.

"Alright, now just what did you do to him, Tozier?" You called out teasingly, grabbing the attention of the two young boys.

Richie's eyes bugged out behind his big glasses before he quickly recovered.

"Oi! Wassen' me I'm tellin ya!" He squeaked in awkward accent.

"Yikes! That accent needs a little work there, Tozier."You winked and turned to the bleeding boy before you could catch the offended look from Richie.

"Ben, right?"

He nodded.

"[Y/N]. Nice to meet ya." You two shared a polite but genuine smile.

You crouched down to meet his eye level, and sat on one leg."So, I'm just gonna assume that you that there actually IS someone who can help? You are aren't just letting yourself bleed out in some alley with this douche, right?" You said with a crooked smile, gesturing with your thumb to the speckled boy in a Hawaiian shirt.

You and Richie had known each other for a couple months. You two were the only ones who could keep each other sane during social studies class. Friendly banter was not uncommon between you two.

"Y-Yeah, they went inside," Ben spoke up.

"May I?" I gesture to his injury to take a look and he obliges.

You gently straighten out his shirt to examine the injury and it doesn't take too long to notice the three deep gashes that form an "H" on his stomach. You press your lips into a firm line, sighing, meeting the poor boy's eye.

"Bowers, huh?" You said quietly.

"Yeah." He admits quietly.

"Yeah, he is a real prick." You mumbled, terrified to say such things even when he's nowhere around.

Suddenly, you thought you felt a gentle tug in the center of your chest and your attention was quickly snatched at the sound of the drug store bell ringing rapidly. You heard a cluster of hurried footsteps and you stood to your feet turning in the direction of the noise to see two of three boys scurrying down the alley carrying a bunch of supplies.

You recognized the boys to be one the very same ones from school the other day. You could only name one, and that was Bill, although he seemed hesitant to walk over. It seemed he was more interested in something just outside the alley.

"I'm assuming you guys are the medical team I've heard so much about. Great response time." You quipped sending a smile.

The shortest one, who was carrying all the supplies was focused only on tending to Ben, which you dubbed a good thing.

"Why do you have two fanny packs?" You asked.

"I don't want to get into it right now, who are you anyway?"

"Y/N. I noticed Ben here in the alley, you know, bleeding out. And I figured, I better come rescue him from the company or Tozier, here." You smirk, and earning a glare and a snide comment from Richie.

Soon enough, the attention redirects itself back to Ben's wound. Richie starts yelling at the boy tending to Ben, who you learned his name to be Eddie, and Eddie argues back.

"You gotta suck the wound dry before applying the band aids. This is 101."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." You snort, and seem to have earned a chuckle from the other boy.

You were about to turn and introduce yourself when you heard a familiar voice.

"Are you okay? That looks like it hurts."

"Bev, there you are!" You stand up and make room for Eddie to tend to Ben.

You take a few steps back and stand next to the girl. It was then you made eye contact with Bill. He had a hint of recollection.

"[Y-Y/n], r-r-right?"

You smile politely.

"The one and only. Nice to meet you... Bill?" You asked his name, confidently, but asked anyway not wanting to seem weird.

He nodded and you took your hand out of your pocket for a brief moment to shake hands with the tallest boy.

"And I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met?" You asked politely.

The tallest boy stood still, almost in a daze of some sort and you frowned slightly, pulling your hand back hesitantly.

You looked around at the other boys in confusion. "Did- Did I say something, or-?"

Richie waltzed over, with the largest, shit-eating grin you had ever seen and placed his arm around the boy's shoulder shaking him slightly.

"Oh, no! Don't be silly! Ol' Stan the Man here loses his shit when he sees somethin' he likes." With that same shit-eating grin, he looked you in the eyes, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You quirked an eyebrow and chuckled softly. "Excuse me?"

Before Richie could answer, the boy, Stan you presumed, spoke up, elbowing Richie in the process.

"Can it, Richie."

He sighed and straightened himself out as he looked back to you, awkwardly sticking out his hand to shake yours. "Stan Uris."

You smiled warmly and reached out to take his hand. "[Y/N] [L/N]."

The two of you froze when you simultaneously felt the same tug, the strongest you had ever felt, the one your parents gushed about, and you two shared a look. Silently agreeing not to bring it to attention and save it for later you two smiled at each other and turned to the poor kid who was still getting patched up. Although you couldn't help the blush that rivaled Stan's.

You made a mental note to ask him what happened to him the other day...

Bev directed her attention to the Ben, they seemed to know each other

She had a certain glint in her eye as she spoke to him.

"You sure they got the right stuff, to fix you up?"

Bill spoke up. "W-We'll take care of him. Thanks again, Beverly."

"Sure," she nodded, then turned gesturing to you. "Maybe, we'll see you around."

You made eye contact with Stan, and smiled knowingly, causing another blush to dust his cheeks and he awkwardly coughed.

It seemed everyone was oblivious to this, thankfully.

"Yeah, we were thinking about going to the q-quarry tomorrow, if you guys wa-wanna come."

You and Beverley shared a look and you turned to the boys. "Good to know."

"Yeah, thanks."

Hiding your smirk, the two of you turned and walked down the alley together.

This would definitely be interesting.

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⇴ The Tug - [Part 2]

[meowtalhead]

How to Make an Orange White Chocolate Mac and Cheese Cake

Ingredients:

For the Cake

-flour

-sugar

-white chocolate chips

-water

-buttermilk

-I'm like 60% sure there's some oil in it

-wait never mind no there isn't

-three eggs

For the White Chocolate Mousse

-heavy whipping cream

-NOT regular half and half cream

-powdered sugar

-more water and white chocolate

For the Mac and Cheese

-my top secret recipe shall not be revealed here

-whatever your own mac and cheese recipe is, make that instead

-I apologize for the inconvenience

General/other stuff

-three oranges but you'll only use one

-orange marmalade

-even more water and white chocolate

Step 1: Sometimes someone will tell you that cheddar cheese and chocolate never mix in any context no matter what and just won't taste good together, ever. Disagree, and hold onto this grudge for roughly half a year until you're home from college and it's the middle of summer. Invite over friends 1, 2, and 3. They deserve the chance to see this absolute disaster in motion.

Step 2: go on a nice little adventure to your local grocery store to buy the ingredients with friends one and two! Friend 3 apparently isn't getting here until late, and will most likely arrive with a large bag of doritos and/or some video games

Step 3: make the mac and cheese, throw some orange zest in it

Step 4: time to make the cake! Flour, sugar, white chocolate chips, wa- SHIT! you're supposed to MELT the white chocolate into the water and THEN mix it in! Brother pauses video games specifically to come into the kitchen and make fun of you for this.

Step 5: Brother watches in amusement as you pick each individual white chocolate chip out of the mixture with your hands. He waits a full five minutes before spontaneously getting mad at you for not using a strainer or something. You're certainly not going to use a strainer now because you've committed to this slow, careful chocolate removal process already!

Step 6: melt the white chocolate in the water. Actually that doesn't look like enough. Melt MORE white chocolate into it. Hmm. Fuck it. Melt as much chocolate into the water as possible and dump the rest of the white chocolate chips into the batter, ignoring your brother's protests! This is a good idea. Friend 1 seems anxious. Friend 2 is amused.

Step 6: add the buttermilk. Hmm. Never used buttermilk in anything before. It sounds nice. It has the words butter and milk in it. It probably tastes like heavy cream but more buttery, or a buttery melted vanilla ice cream. It's in pancakes and waffles and stuff like that. Drink some buttermilk. Just to know what it tastes like. It must be really good.

Step 7: spend roughly 2 minutes making noises like a cat choking on plastic as friend 2 laughs hysterically and brother makes a big deal of "I told you so" and "I'm better at baking cakes than you"

Step 8: shout "FUCK THIS, I'M GONNA PUT THREE EGGS IN IT!" much to the amusement of friend 2. Realize you're out of eggs because your brother ate the last few yesterday.

Step 9: friend 3 shows up right as you and friends 1 and 2 are about to go back to the store and buy some eggs. Friend 3 notices your mom's soda stream and opts to sit out of the grocery store adventure in favor of finding out how many liquids in your house can be carbonated, with help from your brother of course. The two should never be left together unsupervised, but you need eggs, and it will probably be fine.

Step 10: go off to buy the eggs! Friend 1, who can drive and has good music taste, puts on a mix of various punk and metal bands. Mostly MCR, Green Day, and Beartooth.

Step 11: return with the eggs. Fortunately, the soda stream ran out of carbon before friend 3 and brother could carbonate the maple syrup or the tomato sauce. Unfortunately, there is now milk everywhere. The two of them clean up the milk.

Step 12: put the eggs in the batter and mix it together! Taste the batter. Needs more chocolate. Dump half the second package of chocolate chips into it.

Step 13: put so much orange zest in the batter that friend 1 goes from anxious to fearful, warning you that a little zest goes a long way. Then divide it into two pans and put it in the oven.

Step 14: turn around and witness your brother trying to see how many pretzel sticks he can shove into friend 3's mouth. Warn them that what they're doing is a choking hazard. Friend 3 tries to insist he's okay, but his words are unintelligible. Tell him again to remove the pretzels. He bites through them like a snapping turtle biting somebody's finger off and goes "see, I told you I was okay!" This sends a cascade of crumbs and pretzel halves all over the couch. Friend 2 wakes up from a nap on the nearby reclining chair just long enough to laugh at this before immediately falling back asleep.

Step 15: layer the cake and the mac and cheese. Not like that. Oh no. The cake is gonna be a little lumpy now but that's ok because it will still taste good!

Step 16: time to start the mousse! First whip some heavy cream until it has stiff peaks. We don't have heavy cream. First whip the half and half cream until it has stiff peaks!

Step 17: contemplate the effect your poor planning skills may have on other areas of your life.

Step 18: calmly and wordlessly pour the half and half cream from the bowl into a coffee mug, then drink the whole thing like an old sea captain might down a large glass of whiskey to temporarily forget the sinking of his beloved ship.

Step 19: grocery store adventure part 3

Step 20: whip the half and half cream, add the sugar, melt some white chocolate, and- FUCK!!! This isn't a mousse at all! You were supposed to let the chocolate cool first. Now the cream is all curdled and watery! It looks like a bad whipped cream soup! Well, it still tastes good. So it's going on top of the cake anyway.

Step 21: melt some orange marmalade and white chocolate together to create a glaze to go on top. A glaze which will apparently melt the not-mousse, producing a sweet, sticky ring of disgusting looking foamy liquid around the base of the cake. It's completely fine though! Just looks like Halloween when you carve a pumpkin and the slimy pumpkin guts get everywhere.

Step 22: whoa! This cake is actually really good! And now you know what NOT to do next time around! Everyone takes a slice, except for the ever-disapproving brother who refuses to believe it can possibly taste good.

Enjoy!

Note: it is not recommended to leave the cake unattended for any longer than 12 hours. Dads will eat anything and everything they find in the kitchen

[ogbellarke]

(i took this from @ vesselofink on ig)

this was supposed to be a 'work on your wip and answer a question a day' type thing, but we'll instead use these questions to distract us from our wips!

1. what is your current word count? around 34k

2. what’s the basic summary of your wip? a girl discovers she’s an enhanced human after her father is murdered so she joins a secret group that is after those who killed her father and who plan kill more like her.

3. what is your title? calling the cavalry :)

4. who’s your favourite character? how are they introduced? my favs are the core five lol they’re all written to be likeable. and they’re all introduced in the first three chapters.

5. your favourite ship in your wip? the romantic subplot and the secret couple, don’t wanna spoil lol

6. what’s the biggest mistake your mc has ever made? i’m actually not sure yet, i’m not too deep in backstories yet but she’s an icon in the present

7. what/who inspired you to write? my very first work was inspired by a dream that wouldn’t leave me alone. but for this work, it was actually that taylor lautner movie where he finds out his parents aren’t his real parents and he has to go on the run with lily collins from a bad organization lol

8. most underrated character? her name is noa cantillo and if i ever publish, she’ll be considered the most underrated, i’m sure of it.

9. favourite lines? with or without context. “we still have too much life to live.” “even drunk you talk like a scientist.” “don’t think this means anything.” “i like jello.” “don’t tell me i’m going soft again just because i’m proud of you.”

10. create a moodboard/aesthetic for your mc. first one for my main, savannah and second one for the wip itself

11. what is your mc’s fondest moment? when she graduated and walked across the stage as her dad whistled and clapped louder than anyone with the biggest smile on his face.

12. songs that remind you of your wip and/or favourite characters? young god by halsey, somewhere only we know by keane, nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

13. do you enjoy torturing your characters? lol no omg but sometimes it’s necessary.

14. what is your mc most afraid of? oblivion, disappointing her dad, failure to bring an end to the bad guys

15. secret talents of your characters? with the enhanced beings that most of them are, they have a faster metabolism, super speed and strength, skin pliability, and quicker regeneration. but idk about like legit secret talents yet

16. if your book had the opportunity to be turned into a media, would you take it? who would be casted as who? oh fuck yes omg that’s what’s keeping me going--the possibilty of a movie. and laurel thoma, xavier serrano, marina laswick, tessa thompson, and michael b jordan are my core 5 face claims so

17. what are some basic moral and general beliefs your mc has? she’s an atheist, first of all. she believes in second chances. she has a real good moral compass and always fights for what’s right and for those who cannot protect themselves

18. how did your characterws find out the tooth fairy doesn’t exist? savannah found out at 14 when her dad decided she was old enough. kit was a foster kid so he never got that experience. same with tate. heidi woke up to her mom putting a loonie under her pillow at 9 and was traumatized. and grey decided at 5 that he was too old for that ‘baby stuff’.

19. which character of yours has the best name? oooo, i love my main girl savannah natalia moreno (fun fact her first name was orginally natalia but 20k words in i decided i liked savannah better.) but arlington samuel reed and beckett alfred greystone are also winners lol

20. who is your least favourite oc? the villain lol gotta read to know who that is

21. teaser! post a snippet of your wip. here’s a three paragraph entry to learn how no-bullshit my main sav is :)

Grey turned to her, standing up straight with his arms crossed. If Sav were honest with herself, she’d admit the guy kind of scared her. “Excuse me,” he began with a low voice, “I'd like to advise you to watch your tone.” 

She understood how vital Grey was here, but he was no authority figure of hers, and ever since she was little, her father taught her not to let people walk all over her. She was emotional, and she spoke her mind when she got upset. 

“Excuse me, but I saw my father killed in front of my own eyes, I was chased from my home in freaking sweatpants, shot at, picked up by strangers, shot at some more, and now I'm told I’m being targeted by some secret organization that's been out to kill me since birth! I think I'm entitled to a bit of leeway right now, don't you?”

22. what are some representations your wip has? (gender, lgbt, poc, disabilities, etc) of the 12 main characters, 6 of them are women, 9 of them are lgbtq+, 8 of them are poc, and as for disabilities--there’s a character with half-deafness, one with a prosthetic arm, and another with a prosthetic leg. also the main character has ptsd.

23. is your wip a stadnalone or part of a series? honestly, it could be a series if i got my shit together. i’ve written two endings already, one of which closes it completely, the other opens it to a sequel so we’ll see

24. which character goes through the biggest change throughout the story? def the main girl. she starts out as a regular college student and ends so strong and powerful.

25. who knows about your wip or interest in writing? do they help/support you? only my fam and a few friends know about my writing at all, but as for this book, my girl @harpermiller who i love very much lets me rant and send snippets and ask questions all the time

26. annoying habits your characters have? heidi is a know it all, kit is almost annoyingly loving, tate is real closed off and even those closest to her don’t know much about her, grey doesn’t let his emotions show which makes it hard for people to help him.

27. what’s the last three lines you wrote for your wip? with or without context. no context!

Sav supposed this was their now or never moment. She knew she loved Kit Torres--she just didn't know in what way. Sometimes it felt completely platonic, other times Kit would give her a look that grew butterflies in her stomach.

28. are any characters based off people you know in real life through looks, personality, or habits? i suppose tate is kind of like a side of me no one knows. and kit gives me grant ward vibes sometimes. but other than that, no.

29. what’s a ship that could never happen in your wip? who and why? almost anyone with grey because he’s their leader and mentor. 

30. what’s your goal word count? like 60-100k honestly i just wanna finish it lol

tag 5 peeps to keep it going. pick a wip and get crackin: @nillle @harpermiller @trashy-greyjoy @biondebeauties @holy-captain

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

"Will i bus or keep you guessing?" Smalls rented 19 charter buses holding roughly 230 people each.

"Walk out" then get on a bus to be transported to a hidden meth lab underground. To make poisonous gases to poison me and other innocent victims.

But I was the Target the CIA tells me.

"Cause bitches like you are bad for my health"

"Dropping bombs on your moms"

"Doing foul crime"

So had the Amazon workers -- over 4000 of them decided not to be kidnapped to make poisonous gases they would been beaten and raped until killed. Both men and women.

No food nor water. Beaten and raped until death.

If I were evil I would say you deserved it for being stupid.

But i can't say that in good conscience. Because if they refuse then it is in essence to protect my life. Or just to defend their own.

In all my factories i have CIA and FBI undercover. Any police agency wishing to work undercover is allowed.

At least 2 CIA agents were going to go and called in back up. Which means trained assassins would have infiltrated the buses and went along for the ride.

All you have to do is drive to the location and park a car and mix in with the crowd.

In these cases in 15 minutes a CIA agent can get back dated work badge filled with false information on their record. 9 had gotten badges before this morning. On one team. There were 7 teams. An extra 700 unidentified non listed to walk out "workers"

So this could had been handled exclusively and the public would Never had known.

So they go in and about 1 day of looking around and seeing what is what. Preventing abuse and so on.

Or they would prevent boarding and done something different. We prefer the experience of stupidity. When you make the wrong choices you can see it in your face.

So start thinking for yourself.

Another 75 vehicles were in position to follow these Charter buses for their safety while on board. In case of a motor vehicle accident. Crazy driving. Any random shit. And of course eye witness verified location.

My bust since I took over... The charter bus was able to give location of destination. And previous history of his use.

I prevented harm and lectured harshly. But my lecture is real life.

And now instead of using time to help the stupid.

They are now risking their lives to save people already in serious and grave danger. Innocent people.

9 times he's gotten away with it. Which means every time Smalls kidnapped the undercover CIA didn't request back up. They thought they could handle ot themselves. They are probably dead.

Teamwork. The CIA. Y'all call back up. Every fucking time. That is why i post shit. If i post and y'all read it makes more danger sometimes.

But there's already danger that is too much because the danger i alert knows to back down. If i don't alert they will attack who is helping.

So, it can provoke them but they know strict punishment will occur.

But if i announce any CIA not busy will lock on at least 61% lock on every single time i post an issue.

This continues their training. Compassion. Competition. Sympathy and understanding their way may not be the only simplified way of doing things.

And makes them aware If back up is needed.

Locally 85% will prepare to duty. Dressing. Eating. Having coffee. Staying awake. Fueling their cars. Doing chores they put off. Watering animals early.

It can be days before they return home.

34% auto walks out. And applies for duty. Which means they go And find out what the fuck to do to help. Find critical situations. Apply their skill.

Which means 50% is on back up. We never send them all out. If we have to we began servicing areas nearby. Taking only 1/3 leaving the remaining 2/3 to prepare for their communities.

And at that point the military is on its way or already there.

The military is on Staten Island and Long Island Sound.

14000 victims. Will return home today or to a safe community housing development where the military are also under Quarentine.

So today is a good day.

Because ONE undercover agent called in back up

Only one in the entire factory of 10,000 people. Because he felt fear. Fear exists to warn.

So he listened. And he has saved nearly 20,000 people.

It shouldn't be a miracle. But it is.

It shouldn't be a miracle not solely because it never happened But because MORE should called in back up.

What if the first time they called for backup?

No one from Staten Island Amazon would been kidnapped.

So it's the 9th time. And finally a MIRACLE OCCURS.

We HAVE to call it a MIRACLE and not Just Another Day On The Job. And that is so bad.

I'm not about yelling or disciplining those who failed. Your minds do it your selves.

Those that thought they were good enough and strong enough. "I been in Vietnam" "i been in Iraq"

Baby it don't matter. It don't matter to anyone. Not especially evil.

I can tell you why i hide. Because it's easier to fight. If people don't know who i am. They Don't fight as hard. When they find out who I am or i have something planned for eradication. I am attacked. By 20 and 30 people. In my mind. Esp. Metaphysical violence because of muscle memory allows them to punch me in the face and i can feel It.

I consider myself lucky because it is only metaphysical. But i am constantly attacked. Today I had 12 attacking me and contradicting what i say to fuck up my mind.

There are times i need to call for help.

And it's just in my head.

Being in a bunker situation alone. I know for a fact as a regular human i would die.

Even if i fought

This is why i posted directions on how to attack and kill in certain kidnapping situations.

Because it's impossible to do alone.

We need Team Work.

Its a world we're saving baby. A whole world.

No one can do it alone. Its been proven.

United We Stand. Divided we fall.

I never really honestly loved this statement.

Made me think of the British red coats. They always stood in one line formation. In lines and rows and rows of people. They all died.

Americans who did not fight that way won.

Divided in Unity we Prevail.

I wrote about the golf course in Mississippi. The whole town kidnapped. Alex and i had to physically without weapons fight. I never finished the story.

I used sexual indecency to lure then hid while Alex killed. We were divided. We were unified in the objective.

I knew what he had to do. He had to kill. He couldn't allow me to get hurt. He's always afraid of that. Its s weakness that divided us in a way that can cause failure.

Except i know how to protect him. Lure them to me..

Easiest trick in the book and that is what those Fallen CIA agents attempted to do. But they didn't have back up. No one knew they needed to be saved.

We had 7 other people that knew where we were. We had a plan to lock up in the cashier area where limited golf balls and golf clubs were and fight in a shelter if necessary until our back up arrived

Alex had no back up when he went bike riding. Trust me he's sick. The radioactive Radon is in his lungs and his body is rejecting it as best as it can.

He's lucky I felt the calling to relook at that picture I merely glanced at in a disapproving manner and took the time to care about the man I love although he's on my last nerve.

It was many hours later. Too many in fact. But at least it wasn't days.

You need back up. That is how we are created!

There is nothing I can do about that. To eradicate soulmates means you will become out of control evil and hate others and make them your slaves.

Planets Zulululu and Xion did just that. That is why there is a problem with them!

I fixed their planets. I decided to punish them because as I did here i lectured them. Immensely. And they hurt our precious people. So indefinitely i am opposed to their existence here on Eaerth. Of any alien life. I don't care if it's s drawn cartoon. I don't want it.

Joe Cool is gonna die in those educational cartons just so you know.

Charlie Brown. Linus. Lucy. They're all gonna die. We will keep our old treasured cartoons but we will create cartoons where their death occurs. It is revealed that Lucy is a mind controlling bitch who needs her face punched in. Linus is an abused kid that finally cracks and kills his parents.

And even in this Linus and Charlie Brown team up to kill Lucy.

Call for backup.

Alert your DNA4U Friends List.

Don't do life alone!