#i said ok will do so and then i called on the 14th and they said the doctor's not back yet he's starting work from the 18th

[sgkjd]

psych institutions should be awarded for being the most unfriendly places for nd and mentally ill folk. funnily enough. do they not know what demographic uses their services?

[captainfantasticalright]

Another Sir Terry Pratchett interview on the details of writing Good Omens with Neil Gaiman. (More about this process x).

Question about how he goes about collaborating with someone else .

Terry: “You make them do what you want”.

Gary Cornell came up with something very apposite talking about working together, he says : It’s not that (each) of you does 50% of the work, each of you does 90% of the work.

Um. The way we did it then, and I can’t really speak as an expert because it's the only time I’ve ever done it and other people do it in different ways, it wasn’t a case of, the way the Americans tend to do it, um, is one person writes a draft and the other person goes in and noodles with that draft. We did the whole thing from the ground up; each was doing bits. The ad hoc way we had of working, it’s simple: I’ve got a track record writing novels, Neil hadn’t. So I became like the editor, the taskmaster. Because the other thing is the practical problem about two people 120 miles apart doing something, is that, um, it would be different now, but in those days we had no reliable means of electronic communication. We could connect computers together with modems and then spend the whole evening at cross purpose and ringing each other up and saying “I’m getting lots of little faces and shit like that all over..”

Three quarters of an hour and about eight phone calls, you actually managed to transmit about 2000 words you could have actually phoned and sneezed in a morse code.

[w]hen we were doing the first draft of the film script, we were both members of CompuServe so crappy our BT rural lines that the quick efficient way was for me to go into CompuServe and leave the work I’d done in Neil’s mailbox on the computer in Ohio or someplace and later that evening he would dial CompuServe in America and download it from Ohio or wherever it was.

So in order to get the script 120 miles, electronically it was doing about 10000. This is from the global village.

What we would do is I would hold the master copy and sometimes work would have to stop for 24 hours because stuff was in the post, because the nightmare, the absolute nightmare which I knew would happen if we let it, was that somehow we’d end up with two master copies in existence with little, minute changes, and we’d never be able to spot which was which.

So the last thing we wanted was two master copies, and we worked on the phone who did what. I did a bit more than Neil, of that anyway. But, it also felt to me to be an awful lot of the glue that no one wanted to do because it was easy to do set piece scenes and written on a kind of, on the kind of plot somewhere you get A and B to F and X and Y across to C T. And that really is like 3000 words where you have to move people around and then,you know, shove extra bits in; so I ended up probably doing near 75% of the book.

I would probably say because it’s, because had we’ve done it any other way it would’ve been like three months longer to do.

Also part of the process from another interview with Terry Pratchett:

Q: Let's talk a bit about the book you collaborated with Neil Gaiman on: Good Omens. That was before email, so how did it work on a practical basis? What was the most challenging aspect of writing with someone else?

I'm sure what I have to say will echo what Neil has said. When two people work on a book, it isn't a case where each one does 50% of the work. Each one does 100% of the work. There are some bits in Good Omens which I know are mine. There are some bits in Good Omens which I know are Neil's. There are some bits which were Neil's idea which I wrote, and there are some bits which were my idea which Neil wrote. Some bits we no longer know exactly whose ideas they were, or who wrote them. By the time we'd gone through all the drafts, it had been written by some sort of composite entity. We wrote it in the 14th century. We each had one phone line and a 1200 baud modem. We'd work it out: "OK, you send, I'll receive." Sometimes it would take 20 minutes to half an hour before we could send the stuff. It would have been cheaper and easier to have rung each other up and sneezed out the text in Morse Code. I was the Keeper of the Disks. I insisted that there should only be one official version in existence at any time. The moment it split into two, we would be in dead trouble. But Neil would sometimes send me a disk with 2000 words, saying " This is the scene with so and so -- insert it here." It more or less worked. It took us about six weeks to do the first draft. I think it worked because, at the time, we were each making a name for ourselves in our respective fields. It's not that we didn't take it seriously. But we were relaxed. We thought we would earn some holiday money by doing it. The nice thing about collaborating is that there is one other person in the world who is thinking about the exact same thing that you are thinking about. We both have a similar reading background, I suppose. It was quite rare when one of us came up with something that the other guy didn't know about. So we could bounce ideas off one another quite easily.

[corzydoie]

Read Between The Lines

Author's Note: So THIS is why it's taken me so long to finally post (this and school cause MIDTERMS). This plus some (A LOT) more was originally supposed to be Part 2 of Sketches of Goodbye and was going to be published under a different title. HOWEVER, it was taking me too long to get to the meat of what I wanted Part 2 to be about so I just decided to post a chunk of it as Part 1.5. If you haven't read Sketches of Goodbye, you shouldn't read this yet cause it will make ZERO sense. NOT PROOFREAD!!

Summary: You finally got a much-needed break from your work, and decided to plan a getaway trip with friends you haven't seen in forever!

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning(s): Cursing, Mentions of Killing Attempt, Choking

It’s been over a year since you left Lando in Monaco to pursue your dreams in Japan. Although you texted each other congratulations on achievements and special occasions, calls and visits were cards that were never played. 

Lando would be lying if he said he didn’t stalk your personal and professional social media accounts. There were multiple times one of the other drivers caught him watching your story or commenting pleasantries on your latest post. Some thought he was delusional and others knew how hard it was for him to let you go considering the length of your relationship.

December 14th, exactly a week after the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, you had just finished preparing for the company’s Valentine’s Day collection. You took photos of your discarded designs and messy workspace before leaving for your holiday break.

Lando’s phone dinged, signaling he received a notification. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he read his screen. His colleagues paid him no mind and continued to eat the postseason dinner they gathered for.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Lando exclaimed as he jolted out of his seat. All of the drivers glared at Lando due to his sudden outburst.

“Mate what is so catastrophic you almost upend the whole table?” George questioned his friend. Lando frantically showed his dinner mates his phone screen, most struggling to see the image clearly, which led them to check their phones to see what the McLaren driver was upset over. They opened Instagram and were met with your most recent post. At first, they couldn’t understand how a simple wintertime photo dump would upset Lando.

Until they saw the third photo.

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“There’s no way you’re upset 'cause she moved on,” Lewis laughed.

“Lando it’s been over a year, she was bound to find someone else.” Max tried rationalizing the situation to his friend, but Lando’s thoughts clouded his judgment. He felt betrayed. In his head, you were meant for each other. He was willing to wait forever to be with you again. He only wanted you.

“You’re getting mad because she posted someone that might not even be a man. But do you think she would be upset over the fact you slept with girls left and right after she left?” Pierre’s question prompted an uproar of oohs, laughs, and dropped jaws around the table.

“But that’s different.” Lando attempted a defense as he slumped back into his chair.

“HOW?” everyone screamed at him.

“CAUSE THEY MEANT NOTHING TO ME. Those were just hookups, she has a BOYFRIEND!” Lando explained.

“Y’know,” Franco interjected, “if I broke up with a girl that beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself either.” The group went silent as they looked quizzically at the Argentine who continued eating his dish.

Lando got up and started walking away from the group of drivers. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“I wonder if she knows he stalks her,” Pierre hollered after him.

“Oh, she knows.” Yuki’s statement causes Lando to freeze, slowly turning his body back towards everybody. She knew? Yuki knew she knew? How did he know? How did she know? Sensing the unwavering glares from his taller counterparts and what they wanted from him, Yuki answered their unspoken question. “I told her.” Yuki’s face remained unbothered until Lando came hurling at him, placing his hands around his neck as he vehemently shook the poor little guy, purely out of frustration. The other 18 drivers immediately got out of their seats, some yelling at Lando to get off Yuki, a few trying to pry Lando off manually, and others leaving the room to get help, even though the overlapped yelling was warning enough to anybody else in the building.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TOLD HER?”

“WHAT THE FUCK BRO?”

“YOU TALK TO HER? DID YOU KNOW SHE GOT A BOYFRIEND?”

“LANDO GET OFF YUKI.”

“YOU’RE FUCKING INSANE.”

“YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM LANDO.”

“WHY DOES SHE TALK TO YOU AND NOT ME?”

“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”

“LANDO THIS IS IRRATIONAL.” Eventually, Max could yank Lando’s hands off Yuki, sending the Japanese man into a coughing fit.

“You need to leave. Right now,” Max commanded his friend. And without putting up (another) fight, Lando walked out of the restaurant. Everybody slowly turned their attention to George, the dinner planner and GPDA director, wondering if this would be an incident he had to report.

“He’s lucky it’s the off season,” he sighed, easing any remaining tension at the table.

It was the middle of the night in Tokyo, and a storm was knocking against the glass of your windows. As much as you attempted to sleep, the constant pattering of harsh winds and repetitive dings from your phone overwhelmed your tired senses. Three blankets, hot chocolate, and another person to keep you warm were not enough to lull you into a fanciful dreamscape. You had barely arrived at your front doorstep when the interesting comments on your post began rolling in. It was always the same, so you became unfazed by their existence. You remembered commenting jokingly with your old friends Carmen and Lily. You truly did miss them, it just never seemed there was time for you guys to see each other due to vastly different careers. You were reminiscing about the winter trips the three of you would take to New York, with your boyfriends tagging along. As a wonderful plan began forming in your mind, you reached over to grab your phone off the bedside table, sending a quick text before finally falling asleep.

The next couple of weeks were spent preparing for your New York trip. It was a spur-of-the-moment plan, but Carmen and Lily were on board immediately since the last time you saw each other was during the Suzuka race week. It would almost be like old times, except you would be bringing someone else as your plus one. But you knew that Alex and George knew how to be cordial, even if it was their friend getting the short end of the stick.

Your phone rang as you were packing the last of your bags. You glanced to see the name YUKI POOKIE <3 plastered across the screen, deciding to answer immediately. It mostly contained catching up on your journeys and laughing about Lando’s murder attempt on his small companion, with a small reminder that he was supposed to pick you up in a couple of hours and drop you off at the airport.

You swiftly found your luggage at the claim and pulled your phone out of your jacket to call Lily. She arrived in New York with Alex a week before you, so now you just waited for Carmen and George, who would arrive in a couple of days. You stood waiting at the pickup zone for your friend as your phone kept ringing, signaling she hadn’t answered yet. As you were about to give up trying to reach your friend, you heard her voice from the other side.

“Hey y/n, sorry I took so long to answer I was in the bathroom. Alex is gonna pick you up, I have a few errands I need to run before the end of the day. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, no worries, that’s fine. Do you know what car he’s driving so I know what to look for.”

“It should be a black Land Rover, the windshield isn’t tinted though so you should be able to spot him when he drives up.”

“Thanks so much, Lily, I owe you guys one!” You waited a few minutes before you saw Lily’s boyfriend, Alex, slow down and pull up in front of you. He rolled down the passenger side window, asking “Uber for y/n y/l/n plus one?” You were a little scared about George and Alex meeting your new boyfriend through this trip since it was usually Lando at your side, but Alex seemed cordial at the first impression. He got out of the driver's seat and helped the both of you load your luggage into the trunk, sticking his hand out towards your boyfriend for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Alex.” Even though you were already on your way to the passenger side door, you slowed your pace to hear their curt interaction.

“Eiji, likewise!” ‘Likewise? Why are they being so formal?’ you thought as you took your seat. The two men walked along opposite sides of the car, one in the backseat and the other in the driver’s seat. Alex checked all the mirrors to make sure they were to his liking before he pulled away from the airport and drove to your destination.

When you arrived in front of your hotel, you made sure to thank Alex and asked him to say hi to Lily for you. The check-in process was smooth and you found your room with ease. As soon as you opened the door, you dragged yourself to the bed and plopped down with a thud and a groan.

“I don’t know why you were so nervous for me to meet them, Alex seems like a nice guy,” your boyfriend said as he closed the door you left wide open.

“He is a nice guy, I was just scared that it was gonna be awkward.” You could hear his footsteps faintly approaching you which were followed by the bed sinking next to you, indicating you joined you on the comfortable queen. You could hear him talking, but the jetlag hit you in a single strong wave, and his voice started to fade as you could finally get a reasonable amount of sleep for the first time in months. Eiji noticed you weren’t replying to any of his points of conversation and looked over to see you asleep, remembering the stressful weeks and sleepless nights leading up to this trip. He knew this was your only break before summer and decided to take a nap right beside you.

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thank you anon :> ok, so this one is a doozy (i fucking cried inside):

comforting gwen

summary: gwen's in her own world again, thinking about the stuff that's happened in the past, beating herself up for it, and... you're worried. you're extremely worried for her. you want to help her so badly, but the right push for you to help was when you witnessed her storm out of band practice with tears welling up in her eyes.

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the clanging of cymbals and the drumming on the snare abruptly stops mid-performance. the bass, electric guitar, and lead vocalist going on without her for a few seconds, until they notice their beat was lacking something. they turned around to face her. she was slightly pale, her light blue eyes widening as her eyebrows curved upward to display her discomfort, her desire to just vanish from there right now as her drumsticks fell from her clutches, her grip lessening as the feeling overwhelmed her; engulfing her life a big wave she can't even see the top of. it was back again, that horrible, horrible aching feeling that consumed her.

her breathing was ragged, her hearing just became ringing. she could barely make out the muffled and overlapping voices of her bandmates as she mumbled a, "not again" hastily, over and over as she gripped her head, feeling a heavy weight on her chest and back as she hunched over, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt her breathing become more and more labored.

"stacy, you okay--" asked one of her bandmates as they extended their hand towards her, but she slapped it away. with a furious look on her face as her eyebrows knitted together, and her mouth contorting into an uncharacteristic scowl. "leave me alone!" she shouted as she got up, and as her bandmates rushed to the aid of the one whose hand she slapped away, a split second of regret for what she did in her hazy, ambiguous bout was seen; which was quickly replaced by a new kind of disgust and anger: towards herself for feeling this way.

you soon entered their practice hall, hoping to catch gwen and ask her if you could take her somewhere nice tonight, but the moment you came in was the moment she stormed out. "watch your girl, she's been pretty out of it lately." said the vocalist of the mary janes. "'pretty out of it'? she slapped me when i was trying to help her!" exclaimed her bandmate whom she slapped their hand away.

"she...? oh no..." you thought aloud as you rushed to the direction where she stormed off, hoping she wouldn't do anything crass or anything she'd regret. you looked around for her, searching everywhere within the vicinity, calling her on her phone, only to hear buzzing against the ground. you found a flashing light from a stray phone, seeing a photo of you from her 14th birthday with cake shoved in your face with a lopsided, crumpled birthday hat on with a playful smile on your face.

this was gwen's phone.

"shit, not again... oh, gwinny..." you muttered to yourself as you called out for her, picking up her phone and hoping with all your might that you could find her this time, that she wouldn't be consumed by whatever she was feeling right then and there.

soon enough, as the sun was setting over the horizon, with the purple and pink hues in the sky stretching across the city, engulfing it in the eye-pleasing backdrop, you finally found gwen inside a small thicket by the farther parts of the building. she wasn't that deep in, but to get here, she must've walked an excruciatingly long distance.

you climbed up wordlessly as you felt the crunching of dried up orange and brown leaves from underneath the soles of your shoes and the crushing of smaller rocks as you marched up to talk to gwen, or at least, to see if she was doing better than how she was before.

gwen had her legs folded up to her chest, her arms folded on her knees as she pressed her forehead against them. she always got in this position whenever she felt... overwhelmed. you could remember the first time you saw her like this was after the death of her friend, peter parker.

you knew the guy, and you knew how much gwen loved him as a friend; the two were nearly inseparable, and you respected that. and to have him taken away from her like that... you could only imagine what kind of suffering she went through when she held his dying body, his eyes' colors fading away as she clung on to the hope that he'd live--she could do something, she had to have done something... right?

gwen perked up her head when you came closer, and soon, she saw your concerned expression looking down at her. "are you, um..." you mumbled, trying to find the right words to ask, because situations like this hardly have any "right words" to say. gwen looked down at the assortment of pebbles and brown leaf bits by her feet and shrugged. "it happened again." she uttered in a soft voice.

you sat down by her side wordlessly as you waited for her to initiate the talking first. gwen was... hopeless with words, especially in situations like these. and hey, so were you, but you never made stuff like this all about you, you never spoke for her when she needed to figure out just what was happening to her, you'd never, ever do that.

gwen breathes in deeply and holds it in for a few seconds, before letting it out with a ragged sigh, evoking tears to come out from the ends of her eyes, realizing she'd been holding that breath and a few tears in, which she was only willing to let out when you were there. just you.

after a few minutes of awkward, yet much needed, silence, gwen finally spoke up. "i don't know why this keeps happening, i should be over it... right? like, it... it happened so long ago. i shouldn't be affected by it anymore, at least, not this much... right?" she asked you as tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyebrows knitting together as her frustration with herself became more and more palpable.

you put a hand on her shoulder. "gwen, it's oka--" "don't." she cuts you off as she looks away from you, shutting her eyes as more tears came rolling down her cheeks and staining her shirt. "please don't tell me 'it's okay', it's not." she muttered as she got back in the position you found her in the moment you came across her after storming out.

she tried breathing in, but she exhaled it in a sob. "i'm glad you care, but please don't tell me it's okay because it's not. it's like his ghost'll always affect me, and that..." she trailed off as she looked down at her palms, as if the answer to her mental turmoils would be drawn across the skin of her palms. "...that's pathetic, isn't it?" she asked you as she turned to look at you, her bottom eyelids reddening and her nose and the corners of her lips quivering.

you shook your head. "no, it's not pathetic, it's... it's a sign you still care." you tell her as you brush her bangs out of the way of her face, the ends of her hair a tad bit wet from her tears staining it. you looked at her with such softness and care in your eyes, you wished you could take all her burdens, all her pain, and make it yours so she wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

gwen couldn't retort your logic, she knew it just as well as you did: she never stopped caring for peter, and his death affected her in so many ways, because she felt like her not having saved him, him wanting to be special, just like her, caused his death.

she feels like she killed him, and that feeling grew the more she realized she lived and he died.

gwen soon let out a louder sob, finally releasing all the feelings she's kept pent up ever since that day. you inched closer to her, and as she leaned against you, as she sobbed and sobbed her heart out. because of how many feelings she had neglected, how many thoughts she repressed were finally coming out like a flood, she cried louder and louder, as if she were screaming out her pain into the air for her cries to be heard--to be understood.

you wrapped her around your arms gently so as not to startle her, and you held her close. you let her cry over your shirt, it was just a shirt anyway, but what she felt... she wasn't just carrying feelings, she was carrying memories and thoughts with her that made her hate herself; she carried with her burdens no one will ever understand, maybe not even you would ever understand the full extent of.

you held her close and told her to let it out, for that was the best you could do. and even if gwen couldn't tell you right then and there that she appreciated your help, so, so much, her clinging on to you as she sobbed and holding you tightly was all the thanks you were satisfied with. she felt so comfortable with you, so vulnerable, so real with you.

"i'm scared... i might lose you, too. i don't know what'll, what'll happen to me if you..." she stammered out, her lips quivering as she blinked away her tears. you smiled softly at her as your eyebrows curved upwards in reassurance. "you don't have to worry about me, and i know... you might tell me you don't want to hear it, and i respect that. but i promise you, i'll look out for myself for you; and i'll always look out for you." you comforted her as you brushed your hand across her cheek with a reassuring smile.

"but please, promise me you'll worry about yourself, too." you reminded her as your smile slowly faded away. gwen's tears slowed down and halted from rolling down for a minute, she wiped the remaining tears away as she breathed in a shallow breath. "nobody understands a thing. nobody knows who you really are if you keep putting up walls between you and them." gwen utters in a soft voice as she rests her head against your shoulder.

"and you know what? i'm okay with that." she murmured as her voice cracked. "i'm not crazy for thinking i don't belong with a lot of people if their goal is to make friends. i might be crazy though for thinking... i can keep going on like this." she admitted as she looked up at you, who had been looking down at her all the while as she was speaking.

"if you ever feel like... the world's coming down upon you, crashing down on you and all... i'm right here for you." you tell her with a gentle smile. "i might never fully understand what you felt that day, what you continue to feel, and what you'll ever feel about that day, but... i've got you. you can talk to me." you reassure her, and at those last five words, gwen wraps you into a tight embrace, her thanking you and apologizing for getting you wrapped up in all of this.

"thank... you. i'll try, i'll try to... to accept it. and i'll... i'll take care of my...self better." she whispers to you, which you smile at as she hugs you back. she doesn't do friends anymore, but... you're the sole exception, you've been there for her since forever, and she's glad you'll extend staying with her even if she gets like this, gets scared, and confused, vulnerable and weak from her horrible thoughts and memories. she loves you more than how one would say they love a lover, more than how they say they love their parents or siblings or friends; she loves you with a love that heals and comforts, even if the scars of the past continue to throb at the most untimely moments.

a/n: GWEN I LOVE YOU PLEASE DON'T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF AAAAAAAAAAAAA

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy

[burplewrites]

palentines day | tamarack & qiu

𓆉 | fandom: our life: now & forever

𓆉 | characters: tamarack baumann, qiu lin, reader

𓆉 | word count: 1,384 words (7,332 characters)

𓆉 | a/n: please. i need someone to tell me if this is wayyyyy too ooc. but anyways enjoy my first ol2 fic??? HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVES

"y/n, if you and your friends want a ride so you can carry all your stuff, we need to go now!" opal yelled from the front door, putting on her boots and adjusting her scarf. she was starting work a little later due to the special occasion in her child's life.

valentine's day, a day that happened every february 14th, once every three hundred sixty-five days, and y/n loved it. ever since they learned about the special day, giving gifts to the people you love, sharing kindness, and getting/giving chocolates, y/n had been in love with the day.

y/n glided down the stairs, with their backpack, and two big bags filled to the brim with gifts to give, and stopped right in front of their mom. "sorry mom, i was just finishing up my last one. it's really special!"

y/n said, while opal collected the bags from them to let them put on their jacket and boots. opal chuckled, feeling a little confused at the statement, since they stayed up an hour past y/n's usual bedtime to finish all the valentine gifts for their class and friends outside of class.

"y/n, i thought we finished them last night?" opal said, opening the front door and letting y/n walk ahead of her.

"um… yes, no, maybe so?"

"and what's that supposed to mean?"

"i can't tell you! no more asking mom, ok?" y/n said with a smile, before jumping off the porch, instead of using the stairs. opal could just weakly sigh as she locked the door and got everything situated in the car.

"ok y/n i won't ask anymore but, could you go get the other members of the trio? i called their parents last night, so it shouldn't be an issue. you got that trooper?"

y/n nodded and ran off to qiu's house, ringing the doorbell, collecting their friend, and bringing the stuff to the car, before doing the same thing with tamarack. once the trio was by the car, and all their stuff was in the trunk, opal dusted herself off and smiled.

"good morning you two, i hope you guys didn't stay up too late making all of these!" she teased, opening the back door for the kids to go in.

"good morning mrs. l/n! i finished mine a while ago since i have a lot of people to give treats to." qiu replied with a cheeky smile. he looked at tamarack and y/n before whispering, "i have something special for you guys, don't worry."

tamarack smiled widely, holding the seatbelt that went in front of her chest and waist. "i made some stuff for you guys too! and you too y/n's mom! oh, but i have to give it to you after school."

opal looked at the rearview mirror and smiled at tamarack before pulling out of the driveway. "thank you, i don't mind waiting so it's all fine. i hope you made stuff for your grandparents as well?"

tamarack nodded before pulling them all into a different conversation about what she found in the woods last night. opal took no offence from the switch, knowing this is how kids were and drove to school while the kids talked in the back. opal thought to herself on the ride there, happy that her child had friends that made them feel so comferable in this new place. they had been in golden grove for a little bit over six months, and y/n had settled in nicely, which was music to her ears. as she pulled up to the school and parked in the parking lock, she looked back at the kids.

"ok, you three! let's get this in your class, alright?"

she got out of the car, while the three kids met her at the trunk and started taking out their things. opal smiled and helped them by bringing in some of the larger things since she could practically see the energy radiating off the three kids, even if qiu disguised it better than the other two.

once they got inside the classroom, and opal said goodbye to the energetic trio, y/n excitedly took off their outside clothes, bringing all the gifts to their desk. this was business to y/n, and the quicker everyone got settled, the quicker the valentine's exchange could happen.

after mrs. murray got everyone settled and did roll call, she set rules up for the valentine exchange. everyone had the paper bags they made the day prior on their desks, decorated and bedazzled to their choosing, and the valentine goodies ready to be handed out by them. mrs. murray played some music and the giving began.

as mrs. murray sat at her desk, some kids would put things on her desk, either being bold about it or sneaky. it was cute to see the kids acting like kids. tamarack had some things for everyone, little drawings of things from the forest, like a pretty leaf she saw that reminded her of a certain classmate, or an acorn she picked up once. everyone got some candies from her as well.

when it was time for her to drop things off in qiu's bag, it was already overflowing. this was expected though, since qiu was pretty popular. the trio had talked about it in the car, all three of them agreeing that he was going to get the most out of them. tamarack tucked the card, candies, and pretty stones she found, in his desk, then turned to go put things in other people's bags.

y/n had worked hard to get something for everyone, secretly making a little bit more for their two best friends, and their new favourite teacher. they even had some for their uncle yusuf, granny and gramps, and mr. and mrs. lin. this was serious business for them. their valentine's gift for their mom was hidden underneath their bed, which they would give to their mom at dinner after she came back from work.

qiu on the other hand was putting things in everyone's paper bags except tamarack and y/n's. he had a 'better' gift for them since they were his close friends, and didn't want to make anyone jealous. he slipped to their desks and hid the presents in their backpacks, making a mental note to write down in his notebook that he needed to tell them where it was.

the gift exchange lasted a few more minutes, and mrs. murray surprised the class with cupcakes and cookies.

since y/n, tamarack, and qiu all got different cookies, they each split the cookies three ways and gave each other a piece of their own so they could all share. due to it being valentine's day, they were allowed to sit anywhere they wanted for the rest of the school day since they were only going to be eating snacks and watching movies. qiu sat on the left of y/n while tamarack sat on the right, letting the music play as the kids were talking about what they got.

"so, how was your first valentine's here? did it live up to your expectations?" qiu asked the two, licking his lips from the frosting, after y/n signalled to it.

"it was fun! i hope everyone liked me and the forest's gifts! i worked really hard on them!" tamarack said, kicking her feet while leaning back on the chair.

"it's not over for me! i still have a bunch of gifts to hand out! me and mom are going to the diner table tonight to drop off uncle's gift! mom called him and asked if he was working tonight, so its perfect! if we decide to have dinner there, do you guys want to come?" y/n rambled, taking a breath after they were finished.

"yes! i wanna go!" tamarack exclaimed, earning a chuckle from qiu.

"sure, if your mom lets us, then i would like to come too!"

"great, i'll try my hardest to convince her, and ill try convincing your parents qiu, and your grandparents tamarack! we can do this!"

qiu chuckled. "i thought you said i was scatterbrained! it's not even confirmed that you guys are going there to eat."

"…oh yeah."

[somekidnamedkai]

February 4th- Awkward (yet cute) confession of love with Jamil, please?

February 4th - Awkward Yet Cute Love Confession

Authors Note: This is just basically me making a self insert fic. Enjoy :)

Characters: Jamil Viper

Warnings: Me bullying loving Jamil

Gn! reader

February 14th, Valentine's Day. A holiday you’ve always thought was a little stupid. It was a holiday where people in relationships could flaunt them off and make single people like you feel horrible. There should be a holiday for single people, where they can show off just how single they… Ok, it sounded good for a second.

Walking around the halls of school almost made you sick. The couples walked around, holding hands, giving each other presents like chocolate and stuffed teddy bears. Then there are the people practically eating each other's faces with how aggressively they were making out.

And maybe this spite for Valentine’s is because you’re single, or maybe it’s because you're scared that you’ll never feel that kind of love. Having the person you’re in love with shower you with gifts. What if it never comes?

Lunch arrived, and you sat at your table with your friends. “I just don’t understand. Why is there a holiday about love? Can these people not love anyone else on any other day?” You said your thoughts aloud as you played with your food, moving it around the plate.

Before he spoke up, Jack patted your back, “Prefect, why don’t you just tell Jamil how you feel. Maybe you’ll feel different after you let it all out,” he told you before ruffling your hair making the rest of the group laugh.

You groaned in response and then fixed your hair, “why would I? So I can be rejected on Valentine’s Day. Imagine how embarrassing that would be. You tell someone you’re in love with them, then they say that they don’t care,” you whined and slammed your head on the table. Jack sighed before patting your back again.

Little did you know, there was a certain dorm leader who heard the entire conversation. And he couldn’t wait to tell his vice housewarden the good news that the person he had feelings for felt the same.

Jamil couldn’t believe it. “You were eavesdropping on them, Kalim? Seriously?” He asked after the cheery boy finished his story about how his beloved prefect liked him just as much as he did. To be honest, Jamil was practically screaming inside. He was so happy you liked him. He just didn't know what to do now. What was he supposed to say? Hey, Prefect, Kalim overheard your conversation and heard you love me, and well I like you too. Twisted Wonderland that’s cringe.

Kalim shook his head in defense of Jamil's accusation, “I wasn’t eavesdropping, I just overheard them on my way over,” he explained, “but isn’t this great news?!”

“No.” What Jamil meant to say was yes. But he wasn’t going to admit that. He didn’t need Kalim breathing down his neck on confessing to the prefect.

Kalim smiled, “Yes it is. I can tell you’re excited about it,” dang it. Jamil hated how Kalim could be so observant at times. “Just tell them how you feel.”

That made Jamil roll his eyes, “it’s not that easy, Kalim. Just because you’re good at talking to people doesn’t mean I am.”

“You don’t need to be good at talking. Just tell them how you feel, say you like their eyes, and compliment their hair. Let the words just fall out,” Kalim explained, yet to Jamil, it made no sense. This was going to go horrendously.

After school was over you and Grim went back to Ramshackle to get your schoolwork done, what you found when you got there, however, was a surprise.

Jamil was standing in front of the door, a small bouquet and a box of chocolates in hand. “Jamil?” You called out as you walked up to the door. “What are you doing here?”

Jumping in surprise, the boy turned around and faced you, “Oh! Prefect, I just wanted to talk to you. If you don’t mind, that is.” He said, almost hesitantly.

You raised an eyebrow at his newfound shyness but immediately shrugged it off and walked inside the dorm, motioning for Jamil to follow. Why was Jamil holding flowers? And why did he come to Ramshackle? The questions danced around your head as you closed the door after Grim entered. “Jamil, what are.. what are you doing here?” You asked, curiously. You wanted to ask about the flowers and chocolate, but you were too scared of the answer.

There was a moment of silence, as if Jamil didn’t know what he was doing himself (spoiler: he doesn’t). He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again only to shut it a minute later. Jamil shoved the flowers and chocolate into your arms, as he began to blush. “These are for you,” he told you. But before you could question him about it he began to speak again, “The flowers are for your eyes-“ Jamil groaned and cringed at himself, there’s no way he just said that. “I mean, your eyes are as beautiful as the chocolates, I mean flowers. God.” Jamil said as he continued to butcher his words. “I... I love your hair and seeing you! No, wait-'' He finally spat out, talking quickly then groaned when he realized his mistake. “Kalim said this would be easy. Liar.” The vice housewarden muttered

You laughed, the laugh Jamil had fallen for, the same laugh that kind of terrified him. Oh no, what if Kalim lied, and you didn’t like him at all and now you’re going to tell him that he’s stupid and- “I like you too.” “What?” You walked closer to the stunned boy and hugged him. “I like you too, a lot. A ridiculous amount, honestly.”

Jamil let out a sigh of relief as he returned your hug. “So, will you be my valentine? Actually, how about you be my partner? We can be a couple every day instead of just today.”

You immediately nodded as Jamil let out a breath of relief as he looked down at you lovingly and smiled, “Can I kiss you?”

[piercethegyos]

I wanna be yours (pt 4)

Ellie x overachiever/artsy!reader

Summary: You have always “hated” Ellie, but that seems to be changing now…

Part 3 Part 5

Not proof read, tell me if you find mistakes

As you go to Ellie’s house again, you can’t help but notice how you on keep thinking about her.

You already thought about her plenty, but this time was different…

It felt different..

It felt…nice? To say the least.

You didn’t know what it was, but it felt fluffy.

You finally made it to Ellie’s house, you do your normal routine.

You walk in, greet Joel, then greet Ellie and then go in the garage to paint.

Today, Ellie seemed more talkative with you.

[Bold means Ellie is speaking]

“Hey, your art is.. looking great” she said, sounding a little shy.

“The way you say that makes it sound like it’s actually bad” you say, obviously joking.

“No! No! I was just.. uh..” she seems nervous.

“Hey, you ok? You seem a little.. scared?”

“Nah, I’m good, just worried about.. the project you know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, don’t worry, you’ll do great, your art looks great”

Ellie chuckles, her face glows as she smiles. Her smile was something you always seem to have admired.

“You seem so soft, what’s goin’ on with you, hm?”

“Oh come on, I’m just trying to be nice here, would you rather me be mean?”

“No, I like this version of you better”

“You seem to be hating me less, too, so thanks”

Ellie looks at you confused.

“Hate you? What do you.. I never hated you?”

You look at her, confused. As you put your paint brush down, you continue to look at her.

“Wait.. you actually hated me? I thought we were, I don’t know.. just joking around, or somethin’?”

“We don’t hate each other?”

“No? I think?”

You stay silent, picking up your paintbrush again and continuing to paint.

“Y/N”

“Hmm?”

“Do you remember when we had that math test a few months back, and you got 95% and I got 90%?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“I actually got a 98% on that test”

“Why’d you lie? And why bring this up now?”

“I just want you to know something Y/N, I’ve never actually hated you. I lied that day because I wanted to see you smile. The smile that I’ve admired all these years”

You look at her, still staying silent.

“I’m bringing this up now Y/N because I don’t want you to think I actually hated you..”

[October, 14th]

“Y/N, here’s your test, and Ellie here’s yours” your math teacher tells you, placing a piece of paper on your desk.

You turn your paper around to see a 95% written in red marker.

Ellie asks you “what’d you get?”

“A 95%” you say with an overly confident tone.

Ellie groans and says “shit, I got a 90%..”

You smile and then silently cheer to yourself, proud that you got a higher mark than Ellie.

[Now]

As you leave Ellie’s house, you start to feel bad.

Ellie never hated you.

Dina was right about Ellie.

Ellie was never against you, but you just assumed she was because of the way she acted around you. You feel the need to apologize to her.

You walk into your room and grab your phone to call her.

“Hey, Ellie”

“Hey”

“We’re good right? I’m sorry if earlier was uncomfortable for you”

“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it, it just caught me off guard, don’t worry”

You laugh from relief when you hear this.

“Ok, thanks, just making sure, bye”

You hang up the phone.

Maybe you should’ve waited for Ellie to say bye back, but you felt so awkward.

You sighed before changing into your pyjamas and laying in bed.

[at school the next morning]

You and Ellie have finally finished your art projects.

Ellie’s portrait of you is so detailed, it’s insane.

She captured details of your face that you’ve never even noticed on yourself…

The attention to detail and the colours are just so beautiful… you admire everything she’s done.

Your teacher calls you two up to her desk after class, she had given you both an A+, which had made you feel proud.

“Y/N, you did amazing as usual! You too Ellie! Keep up the great work you two, I knew it wasn’t a mistake to partner you two up together!”

You smile at your teacher and then smile at Ellie, but when you do this, she looks away. You feel your smile fade away quickly as you notice this.

You leave the classroom, trying not to overthink what just happened.

As you walk into your next class, you can’t help but think if what you told Ellie yesterday might’ve caused her to act like this.

This class is the only one Ellie isn’t in. Usually you’d be so happy that she isn’t in this class, but this time you want her to be there with you. You take your seat and listen to your teacher for the next hour.

When you get to your next class you see Ellie talking to Dina. You walk up to her and she notices.

You smile at her and she gives a small smile.

“Hey” you say, still smiling at her.

“Hey”

“You ok?”

“Yeah, don’t worry”

Ellie turns around and walks to your guys’ next class. You follow her and sit right beside her in class.

She seems to notice this and even though she tries to hide it, you notice her warm smile appear back on her face.

[after school]

You hear the doorbell ring.

You weren’t expecting anyone and it was way too early for your mom to come home.

So you run downstairs from your room and open the door. Although, when you open it you see someone you didn’t expect to see.

Ellie.

“Ellie? What’re you doing here..?” You ask in confusion.

She opens her mouth as if she’s trying to say something, but then she hesitates and you see her cheeks slightly go red.

“I’m so sorry that I was being off earlier.. I was just thinking a lot, y’know?” She says, looking down, not wanting to look in your eyes.

“Hey, it’s ok, don’t worry!” You say with a smile.

“Do you want to come in? To maybe talk about it?” You move out the way as a way of telling her to come in.

She nods and walks inside.

She removed her shoes and you tell her to follow you to the kitchen. She sits down on a chair that was tucked into the dining table.

“Do you want some tea or anything? I don’t really have any food to give you…” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s fine..” she says, sounding upset.

You sit down on the chair in front of her.

“You wanna talk about something? You seem so upset..” you ask her.

Ellie’s head is still lowered, as if she is unable to look at you.

“Ellie?” You say to get her attention.

She seems so off.

“Hey, Ellie?” You repeat yourself.

She looks at you, she seems to be tearing up now.

Even though she’s not talking, you know she’s upset.

Ellie rests her face in her hands and starts crying. You never expected Ellie to come to you for comfort, but you don’t mind it.

You rub her back in an attempt to comfort her.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask her.

She nods no and stops crying.

“Sorry.. I didn’t come here to cry.. I just..” she pauses, it’s obvious she has something bothering her, but she just doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Hey.. how about we watch a movie or something? Maybe that can cheer you up?” You offer Ellie and she nods.

You smile and guide her to your living room.

She sits on the couch and you grab the remote to turn on the TV.

You two decide to watch Jurassic World together, you put this movie on knowing that Ellie is a big fan of dinosaurs. The only reason you knew this is because Ellie has dinosaur pins on her backpack and when you went over to her house you saw multiple books on dinosaurs placed around her garage.

During the movie Ellie tells you facts about the different dinosaurs that are appearing on the screen.

“I didn’t know you liked dinosaurs this much!” You laugh when she tells you a fact about the triceratops on screen.

She rolls her eyes jokingly.

“I’ve loved dinosaurs ever since I was a kid!” She exclaims.

“For my birthday Joel brought me to a museum and I saw a bunch of dinosaurs! It was great!” She says, smiling brightly.

“Oh! Oh! And there was even a whole exhibit on space! I loved that part” the more the speaks the more happier she looks. You’ve never seen someone look so happy while talking about something.

She looks so beautiful when she’s excited like this.

Your thoughts about how beautiful she is causes you to blush slightly.

Ellie notices this and her face blushes as well as she smiles. She doesn’t point it out, but you know she notices it.

You both continue to watch the movie, watching in comforting silence.

You check the time, it’s 8:45 PM and the movie had ended. You didn’t realize it, but halfway through the movie Ellie had fallen asleep and she was leaning on your shoulder.

You go to tell Ellie something before realizing that she was on your shoulder, fast asleep.

You don’t want to wake her up, so you stand as still as you can. You feel your face heat up and your palms start sweating.

She looks so peaceful when she’s fast asleep. You can’t help but smile as you look at her.

You’re glad to see her like this, especially after she was crying almost two hours ago.

You lean your head on hers, still smiling. As you do this, you shut your eyes and drift off to sleep with her.

___________

Making at least 1-2 more parts!! This is a little shorter than the other parts

[akslz]

"You must be an angel"

---- Hello!! this is my first post here so apoligies if its not formatted well. Regardless; here is a mediocre ( orignally written on a03 by me, linked here) story I wrote on a whim, about a broken family put back together once they move to Nockfell after an incident with Knives (our main character) and her mother. She and her brother meet the gang and silliness ensues. AKA a shitty modern day SF fanfic because head full, this is a self-insert character so sorry no y/n. she is loosely based off of me so blah blah ok here backstory time & yes there is homestuck refences and NO I do not care ☹ let me do what I do #autism !! English is a poor language for me so apologies for mistakes!! None of the fanart/ images used are mine, credits to owners!-----

CHAPER 1:

End of the Beginning

what seem like decades ago, Knives lived with her semi put together family in the ever so urban Houston Texas. With her twin brother Vinnie (or Vin) and her eldest brother Silas everything was just peachy. That was until their father had died of heart complications when Knives was just 11.

After that sad excuse of a day the widowed Miki became a pathetic shell of a mother. She lived by her ever empty bottle of wine or shitty canned beer. To the point where she became more of a roommate than a mother. Knives had to do something about this.

She wasn’t going to sit back and watch as her older brother work his senior year of high school away at some mediocre grocery store just so Miki could blow most of his minimal paycheck on alcohol. On April 14th, just days away from knives & Vins’ birthdays, knives decided to confront her mother. Here’s how the interaction went down. (First person pov)

“You crazy bitch who do you think you are?!” you mother slurred as she quickly tried to grab the bottle of wine that you started to pour down the drain.

“Me? Crazy? Please.” You said in a monotone voice as you finished dumping out the bottle and swiftly moved out of the way of your monstrous mothers’ grasp. Your brothers used to go onto the roof when things were easier, they taught you how to fight, or ‘strife’ they called it. You had gotten well at defending yourself over those couple of months. even being able to use your newfound skills against a creep at the mall.

“Please don’t do this, I just want to help you momma I promise!” you said grabbing her hands and looking up into her glazed eyes.

“Let go of me! You brat! I’m an adult and I can do as I want! Do not tell ME what I can and can’t do!” she said as she pushed you forward; causing your smaller body to hit the counter behind you.

As brush your long hair out of your face and you steady yourself you look back to your mother to see her lunge at you. You could never hurt your mother. Not ever. She’s just a little girl who’s distraught over her husband and best friend of 16 years dying. You couldn’t punish her for lashing out. She’s just scared.

 You feel warm now, you have a stinging spot on your head so instinctually you went to scratch it. Then comes the pain, it’s almost everywhere; you groggily open your eyes to look at your hand as it feels wet, blood. It was blood. You jolt up, now realizing you’re on the dining room floor. Your full vision slowly comes back, and you’re horrified at the sight. Chunks of your beautiful hair is sprawled around you.

 Your hair that held the last memory of your father. You used to crawl into bed with him and your mother in the mornings that you woke up before them. He used to always tuck your hair behind you bejeweled ears and hum you back into a light sleep. You grasp a chunk of the mangled hair and spread it between your fingers. Slowly beginning to cry. The pain on your extremities was nothing compared to this. You just slowly lowered yourself back onto the fake hardwood floor and cried, cried because you didn’t know what else to do.

 You wanted nothing but for everything to go back to the way it was. You starred at the entrance to your apartment, watching the very minimal light from the peep hole shine in, casting light on the dust particles in the air. It felt like the world was spinning in slow motion. You were dreading the time Silas and Vin come back from the music store. You cried for what felt like hours. You eventually sat up and noticed the keys to one of the two cars your family had owned was missing. You weakly stood up and hobbled to your mothers’ room, seeing drawers strewn over the already messy room.

“Great. Pansy ass bitch.” You said as your voice cracked. Crying again as you realized your mother had fled.

 You didn’t care though as you heard your brothers obnoxiously loud keys jiggle the lock open. You shuffled into the dining room, quickly observing the scene left behind. A broken wine bottle, small spots of blood with of course your white hair scattering the room. You dropped to your knees and touched your head for the first time since you woke up. You began sobbing again. The rest was a haze. You vaguely remember your older brother cupping your head; asking what happened. The only thing you could mutter was ‘’ Momma”. That’s all he needed to hear.

After that it’s a blur. Due to your mothers fleeing and your brother being freshly 19, he gains custody of you and your twin.

CHAPTER 2:

Beginning of the End

~Time skip: 3 years after incident, age:15~

You innocently lean against your bed, plucking mindlessly at your well-loved bass. The vibrations running through your fingers.

“yo“ Vinnie says as he comes into your shared room, pushing up the shades he always adorned and swooping his platinum hair out of his face. You found it funny, you rarely see him without the sunglasses.

“Hey man, did Bro mention anything about what school we’ll be goin’ to after we move?’’ you questioned as you shut off your amplifier and faced him fully. He sat down at his desk and kicked his feet up on the nearby bedpost.

“Yeah, actually he did, it’s near the shithole surprisingly, so we could probably skate to & from the hellhole instead of riding in the bus” He referred to the apartments we planned to live in as the ‘shithole’ because in all honesty, it wasn’t lavish. On the website it looked quite old, but it’ll do for the three of you. The real name of your new crib was ‘Addison Apartments’.

You set your bass down as you glanced at your mostly packed room. The stacks of cardboard boxes occupying most of the free space.

‘’I can’t believe this our last weekend in Texas...” Vinnie sighed and got up to stand next to you as you turned to glance out the window of your Highrise apartment. You’re not going to miss the hustle and bustle of urban Texas; the constant traffic and shouting kept you up frequently. You leaned onto your brother as he comfortingly wrapped an arm around you and sighing.

“I know, it’ll be a nice change though, Nockfell looks chill.” He said rubbing circles onto your arm.

Later on you go into the bathroom to take off your makeup, when your mother defaced you she gladly didn’t do as much damage as you initially thought. Your long hair now was medium length with layers. You honestly loved the change of appearance. You also decided to dye the tips of your hair a dusty rose because you’ve always liked the idea of a colorful head of hair, even if its just a little.

-

“Finally, I finished packing the moving van with my and my brothers’ shit’’, you thought, never understood why they needed so many electronics, turntables, keypads, electric pianos, they had it all. They sure did love their pop music. You, Knives, on the other hand liked all music types, but you really loved heavy metal. The way that Sanity’s Falls bass shook your head every time you listened to it just make your love for metal grow. You laughed at how ironic it was that your name was Knives, AND you liked heavy music, how metal is a name like that?

Vin stumbled out of the entrance to the apartment building, his headphones sitting heavily on his shoulders as he chucks his skateboard and your roller skates in the back of bros’ pickup. You had all finished getting ready for the drive, you and your twin glances at each other and then to your guardian.

Bro wiped sweat from his forehead and adjusted his pointy shades “Alright y’all let’s get this show on the road, its a long drive so let’s get started. I wanna make it at least halfway by tonight.”

You and Vin were going to drive the pickup while Bro drove the chunky U-Haul. Although you both couldn't legally drive, your brother decided on a whim to teach the both of you a couple months ago so you had a general idea of what you were doing. You were nervous to make the lengthy drive because you had a fear that if you got pulled over that you and your brother would both be sent to juvey.

Regardless, you made the drive. The 48 hour journey was taxing but when you stepped out of the car in Nockfell you realized that this place was way different than Texas and you had no clue what was to come.

After reconnecting with your eldest brother after the long drive you made your way into the lobby as your brothers unlocked the moving van. You realize that there was no receptionist desk only a small mail cubby area. you remembered that Bro mentioned you would be staying in unit 403. So you made your way over to that cubby and you realized that you needed a key to unlock. \

You did not know where to obtain such key so being the genius you are you stuck your smallest fingers' nail into the key slot and tugged & wiggled out a little bit to see if it was unlocked and thankfully it was! you grabbed the few pieces of junk mail that had already gathered and threw them away, then picked up the thin envelope that contained the apartment keys and gently opening it and removing the keys

you made your way to the elevator and hit the button for your floor you jogged quickly to your apartment and unlocked it. You push open the door to see a glum looking room with a green-gray carpet that held a few stains.

You scrunch your nose due to you smelling heavy cleaner and bleach, but at least it was clean, you quickly set down the keys and make your way out leaving the door open so you and your siblings can easily go in and out without having to worry about the door.

-

After you brought up all the boxes with your name on it and set them in your room you put your hands on your hips, sighing, and glancing around the room. You were excited to finally have your own room away from your brother, but it would be a change because you had been bunking with him since you two were little. Reminiscing about all the times you had spent together was making you feel nostalgic.

Vin and Bro had made a quick run to the grocery store so they could stock up on some essentials for the fridge. You sat down and sliced open one of the cardboard boxes that was labeled “CDs” you were rummaging through it when you heard some mumbling coming from outside your room and heavy footsteps. You were surprised because you thought it would take your brothers a longer time to arrive back home, so you brushed yourself off and pushed the door open.

Your eyes widened in shock when you realize that the two people you heard in your apartment were in fact not your brothers but two strangers. One being a tall male with tanned skin and long brown hair having deep set eyes that carried bags heavier than anything. This person wore a cannibal corpse shirt with a beat-up flannel and gray jeans. The other person that you couldn't assume the gender of had electric blue pigtails hanging from each side of their head & wore red ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, combat boots along with a black crew neck, you also noticed that this person wearing what looked like a mask, you didn't think twice though because a lot of people these days were very expressive. It looks quite cool.

“uh…. hi...” you said sweetly but quietly, slightly hiding behind the door frame because you didn't know if these people were a threat or not. Just in case you reached over to your desk and put your hidden hand on it to feel for the box cutter you had laying on it.

“Oh! Hey man” the tall one with long hair said as he lifted his ringed hand and waved “sorry to intrude like this dude just wanted to give an introduction because we were told that a new tenant would be moving in, I’m Larry, Larry Johnson.” He took a step closer to you holding out his dominant hand for to shake.

“Hi... I’m Knives, yeah me and my brothers just moved here, nice to meet you” you reluctantly grabbed his hand your long nails accidentally brushing against him.

“Knives? Like the utensil? That's a cool ass nickname!” He said smiling noticing the gap in between his two front teeth. It kind of made him look like a Bunny.

“Thank you! But that's my real name.” You said awkwardly smiling leaning your head fully against the door frame of your room.

“Oh, and uh this is my friend Sal, but you can just call him Sally face! It's kind of like his nickname.” Larry said elbowing his shorter friend getting a low toned laugh out of Sal.

So, the mystery person is a guy, good to know. You could tell that you and Ben would get along well with them both.

“So, you said you had brothers, right? Where are they?” The bluenette questioned while stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“They went to the store I think but they should be back soon. How old are you guys?” you questioned. Quickly stuffing the box cutter into the backside waistband of your shorts and quickly tucking your Motley-Crue band shirt over it. You swiftly moved away from the door frame and took a step right outside the door and leaned against the wall, kicking one of your ankles over the other while withholding eye contact with Sal.

"we're both fifteen, how about you?" Larry questioned eyeing you 

"same. My twin is fifteen too, His name is Vin, I think you two would get along well. He likes cannibal corpse." you lied straight through your teeth, not knowing why. Vinnie never really liked metal. Hopefully he'll lie as well to cover your white lie. You were never good with people.... safe to say you're nervous for what's to come.

CHAPTER 3:

Every story starts somewhere

Hi hi I somehow forgot to mention that this story is NOT following canon events, i.e. no cult, just some vague paranormal activity   !All original characters belong to me, none of the canon characters mentioned are mine and do not have the rights to them!

You had spoken with the two for about 15 minutes before they saw themselves out. After they’d left you had mentally slapped yourself for being so socially inept, Vin and Silas would definitely make fun of you for this one.

“Hey hey Knives! We’re back with some food!” Silas said as he loudly slammed the door with his foot.

“And we bought apple juice! So come get some before I finish it all.” Vinnie barked as you made your way out of your now unpacked room.

“Thanks bro!” you said smiling widely at your older brother as he messed up your hair

The three of you lingered in the kitchen as you unloaded the groceries and unpacked the kitchen essentials.

“Something really weird happened earlier-“you said turning to face them both, you were met with darkened plastic sunglasses awaiting you to continue speaking

“These two guys from the apartments came to introduce themselves, Larry and Sal, surprisingly they were very chill. I kinda lied about you liking cannibal corpse to Larry though vin...” you said sheepishly smiling and covering your face with your hands.

“ Man what the hell why? I don’t dig metal that much” Your twin asked jokingly.

“They were just so… intriguing! I got embarrassed and it just slipped out!”

“Chillax sis its alright, don’t sweat it. So, these guys are what? Hardcore church burners?” Vin said making the demon horn motion with both of his hands.

You and Silas laughed as he obnoxiously headbanged.

“No not really, at least not from what I could tell. They were very nice. I’m pretty sure they go to our school since we’re all the same age. “Vin nodded for you to continue.

“Larry is a tall dude with what I have to say is the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen on a man” you said throwing your hands up in defeat. Both of your brothers scoffing sarcastically.

“Then there’s Sal- “you began to remember the sight of the boy, something about him captivated you. Whether it was his unique hair, His killer style, the tone of his voice…...or the way his hands looked with all those rings on them… and the way you thought they’d look on you…

Girl, what the hell are you thinking?! You just met him? Stop being weird. You seriously needed to stop letting your hormones take control of you like this.

You’d realized your brother was looking at you strangely.

“Hellooooo? Anyone in there?” Vin said waving a hand in front of your face.

“Is she having another episode?” Silas asked, setting down the box he was moving and walking over to you.

“What? Oh sorry, No I’m fine, I just got lost in thought you guys don’t worry” you nervously laughed as they back away from you, relaxing their attention.

“Shit man you really worried me for a second…Anyways continue with what you were telling me about this Sal girl” Vinnie sighed now sitting on the counter across from you.

“Sal is a guy- “you said rolling your eyes “– but anyways. He’s sweet, he has this bright blue hair that’s really dope. He also wears this mask? I’m not sure what its about but it fits him, he has the same style of Larry he’s just a liiitttlllleee short…” you said making a “small” motion with your index and thumb.

“Hey, it’s not like the little guy can control it!” Vinnie said getting off the counter and poking at you.

You and he laughed as you made your way to his room to help him unpack his belongings.

-

The next day was Saturday. You were making your way down to the lobby with your brother to explore the area when on your way out of the dingy elevator you bumped into someone, accidently knocking something out of their hands.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” you apologized quickly kneeling to pick up papers and a purple school folder off the ground.

“It’s okay! I should’ve been looking where I was going” the feminine voice said giggling.

You handed the girl what you assumed was her schoolwork.

“Hey…are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before? And I think I’d remember someone this pretty” the girl said.

This girl was also quite pretty. With long brown hair and piercing green eyes, she wore a long purple shirtdress with purposely torn black tights. Along with a chunky black choker and heavier makeup, you started to really like this girl already.

“Thank you so much! You’re pretty too, and uhm yeah! Me and my brother just moved here recently, My names Knives. This is my brother Vinnie.” You said gesturing to Vinnie who threw up a weak wave to her as he seemed in awe.

“Knives?! That’s so awesome! My name’s Ashley but everyone just calls me Ash. Do you have insta or anything like that? You seem realllyyyy cool and I’d love to get to know you-“she said as she pulled out a lavender iPhone from her sleeve “- but I’m supposed to be tutoring with my friends right now and I’m already late, I’m afraid they’ll think I’m dead if I’m any more late” she said holding her phone out to you.

“Yeah, I do! Also, no problem I understand, you seem pretty chill as well!” you said slightly smiling as you typed your username into the search bar and then clicked on your profile as it came up. You handed Ash her phone back, she waved goodbye and jogged into the elevator.

“she seems nice, It seems like everyone here has awesome hair…” you said looking to Vinnie

“DID SHE FOLLOW YOU YET? LET ME SEE YOUR PHONE NOW, GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT” he said reaching for your phone which was in your hand.

“Jesus man here fine, have a look god!” You laughed handing it to him. Vinnie snatched it out of your hand and flying to Ash’s’ profile.

You looked over his shoulder as he looked through her pictures, she had about 15 posts. Most were landscape but there were some of her and her friends. She was friends with Sal and Larry! That’s convenient! Vinnie swiped through the post of her and the guys on the 4th of July, there was also a pair of boys you hadn’t recognized yet. Safe to say you were excited to meet them both as well.

“Yo are these the guys you were talking about yesterday?” Vinnie said clicking on the profile mention on the picture, pulling up Sals’ account.

“Yeah! That’s cool that they’re friends. Makes me excited to hangout with them.”

Your brother finally handed your phone back after sending Ashley’s account to himself, you internally laughed at how eager he was to swoop this girl off her feet. You somehow made your way back to those pictures of Sal and everyone else on the 4th. You admired Sal, eventually tapping onto his profile, your thumb hovered over the ‘Follow’ button and you hesitated.

What if he thinks I’m a stalker? He didn’t even mention his socials so what if he thinks negatively of me just following him out of the blue? What if-

Then your eyes glance up at the notification you’d just received,

“New follower: @TheOG_SF – Sal Fisher”

CHAPTER 5 (4 was an update on the story):

Why is everything different now?

Heyyyy, finally got this damn story updated, my apologies, im learning more English now so they should be more frequent!

Holy shit, you thought, quickly swiping up the notification to dismiss it.

Were you hallucinating? You truly hoped you weren’t.

“ Yo are you alive?” you glanced up to Vinnie with a wide eyed expression

“ah yeah sorry…don’t know what washed over me, lets go” you said walking past him to the main doors to exit

-

You and your brother had eventually made your way into a nearby resale/music store. The both of you going to see if you could replace some of the CDs you’d had before you moved.

Unfortunately for you and him some of the discs were snapped or scratched up during transit from Houston to Nockfell. The two of you slowly made it outside; you rummage through your cluttered tote to get the keys to the truck. You eventually find them and toss them to vin.

-

Once we pulled into the parking lot of the music store vin took the keys out of the ignition and glanced to you. You were chewing on your fingernails again, that’s something you did when you were nervous. Or in deeeeeepppppp thought.

You just kept starring at the follower request, not knowing what to do. You’ve combed through all of ash’s’ friends’ profiles except sals. You were just…too nervous. You were never this nervous.

“Dude just follow him back, it’s been like 20 minutes.” Vin said leaning over to watch your phone. “Absolutely not! What if he thinks I’m weird? Or what if he just did it on accident, or what if-“ you kept talking as your brother slothed his arm over and gingerly accepted the follow request. You sat silently in shock as he shrugged. “Well alright... ill just leave my phone in the car I think” you said hooking your purse over your shoulder. Overthinking everything that could happen if he didn’t accept your request.

-

You rummaged through CDs, you only had a couple stuffed in your hands; Bring Me The Horizons’ “Suicide Season”, Pierce The Veils “Misadventures”, Madonna’s ‘’like a virgin’’, and finally Dark Thrones “Transvilaian Hunger”. Quite opposites if you ask me, you thought to yourself as you maneuvered through the thin isles of the shop. As your sifting through discounted vinyl’s you hear the chime of the electric doorbell, the one that annoyingly chimes every time someone enters or exits. You decide to ignore it and continue looking.

“Speak of the devil” Vinnie breathed out quietly and smirked as he gestured to who entered the store; Of course, it was Ash and her group of friends. One of those friends being Sal. You swiftly turn back to the vinyl bin. Pretending to be interested in its contents to seem busy.

“Oh hey! Look who it is” you heard the deep grungy voice of who you assumed was Larry. You still didn’t look up, frozen from anxiety. You never really felt like this… you didn’t understand why everything was changing so suddenly. You reluctantly turned around and smiled. “Hey knives! Looks like you discovered our best kept secret” you heard ash giggle as she threw her hands up in defeat.

“yeah” Sal laughed “This record store is one of the only good things in Nockfell” he continued. “Oh yeah? Well, I’d have to say its awesome, glad I found out yall’s ‘little secret’ “you said making air quotations.

“Believe me, we have better secrets than this.” Said an unfamiliar voice. “Well its nice to finally meet you, only today had they mentioned meeting you and trust me, they were all eager for me to meet you, I’m Todd” A shorter ginger boy with rounded glasses appeared from behind the other three. “Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Todd” you smiled; “Also, this is my partner, Neil” Another guy emerged, the same height as Todd. He waved sweetly and grinned.

-

“You having a party without me? Unbelievable.” Your brother jokingly scoffed as he finally came to take some of the spotlight off you. “Yo, nice to see you guys in person, I’m Vinnie, but I just go by vin.” He said as he shoved his rap CDs into your arms to go fist bump your new friends. “Nice to meet you man! I heard you liked cannibal corpse, right?” Larry said enthusiastically as he looked at vin.

“Yeah man...I love them…!” Vin said side eyeing you through his shades. Making you giggle

“Oh word? That’s sick, I love them too.” You heard Sal say to your twin. You caught yourself starring at Sally. He was just a lot to look at to be fair, not in a bad way. In a way you’d look at a renaissance painting, just taking in the intricacy. The guys were all conversating about what-not, you noticed how Sal spoke with his hands a lot. That’s funny, you do that too….

“Knives? You alright?” Ashley said waving a hand in front of your face, Todd furrowing his eyebrows confused while waiting for your response. “Huh? Oh yeah sorry I was just starring off into space.” You said as your eyes widened. You catch Todd exchanging a look to Ashley, and she returned that look; you had no clue what language they were speaking with their eyes.

-

You and your group checked out with your minimal items, you and Vinnie ended up leaving with the group. The five of them somehow walked to the record store? They must really like this place. The six of you have to somehow fit into Silas’s truck. Vinnie and Larry in the front seats, Ashley, Todd, and Neil in the back seats… Where were you going to sit? Where was Sal going to sit?! They definitely did this on purpose. 

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Chapter 6 coming soon, thank you!!!

[under-the-eye]

Night; at the Loomis Residence…

Laila: So Maxine, your father and I wanted to discuss courting with you. Now that your sister is courting Javier, people are going to be expecting a similar announcement for you, and it’s something you really should be thinking about. Has anyone caught your eye?

Maxine: No Mom, I told you, I don’t like anyone like that. 

Laila: Well, courtship is grown, not created out of nothing. And you’re so shy, how would you know you don’t like anyone if you don’t speak to anyone but your family?

Maxine: I just–

Laila: What about one of the younger Moore boys? They’re good, Watcherful men. You could do a lot worse.

Maxine: Mom, stop! I don’t want to get married!

Johnathan: I knew this was going to happen. I knew you were going to be the difficult one. You always have been. Well, let me explain it to you right now. You are going to court and you are going to get married, like it or not.

Maxine: Do you hear yourself when you talk? Do you know how messed up that sounds? This isn’t the 14th century! You can’t just pair me up with some random person and expect me to go along with it! 

Laila: Maxine, Johnathan, please, lower your voices–

Maxine: I. AM. NOT. GETTING. MARRIED! And I don’t care how you OR the Watcher feels about it! This is my life, not yours, and not the Watcher’s!

Johnathan: How dare you– you insolent brat! You will NOT disparage the Watcher under this roof. If you don’t want to live this life, then get out! I will not have another stain on my reputation because of another disobedient daughter! Get out of this house, and don’t come back! 

Laila: Johnathan, please–

Maxine: Fine!

Maxine: I get it, I get it, I’m going!

Laila: Ssshhh! Shoves something into Maxine’s hands.

Maxine: What is this?

Laila: whispering Your brother’s phone number.

Maxine: I already have Adam’s number.

Laila: Not Adam. James.

Maxine: Ja– wait, the one who–

Laila: Call him as soon as you leave. He’ll come and get you, I know he will. 

Maxine: Mom, couldn’t you talk to Dad and–

Laila: I love you, sweetie.

Jamie: Hello?

Maxine: Uh, this is James Loomis, right?

Jamie: No one’s called me that in a long time. 

Maxine: Sorry I just– this is your sister. Max. 

Jamie: Maxine? Woah, has it been that long already? 

Maxine: Yeah, I’m sixteen.

Jamie: Jeez. Well, what’s wrong? I assume you wouldn’t be calling me unless something had happened. 

Maxine: I told Dad I didn’t want to get married and he kicked me out. Mom gave me your number.

Jamie: Watcher’s Eye, I knew he was going to do something like this eventually. Do you guys still live in the same house?

Maxine: Yeah, same place.

Jamie: Ok, head over to the park and I’ll come pick you up. I’ll be there in an hour. Call me if anything happens before then, alright?

Maxine: Ok. Thank you– so much.

Jamie: No problem at all. 

Jamie: Here we are, home sweet home. This is my husband, Jonah. 

Jonah: Hey there. Max, right?

Max: Oh. Um. Yeah. Max. 

Jonah: Welcome. I set the second bedroom up for you. You’ve had a long day, so you can head to bed whenever you feel like. There’s an attached bathroom, too. 

Max: softly Thanks.

Jonah: How did she get your number?

Jamie: She said Mom gave it to her. 

Jonah: Huh. Weird. 

Jamie: Yeah. Sigh. I don’t know what we’re going to do. I mean, my dad definitely won’t let her come home again, but I know we didn’t really talk about this, and–

Jonah: Jamie, stop. You already know what I’m going to say. I went through the exact same stuff you did, you think I’m going to let this poor kid try to make it on her own? We have the space, we have the money, we have the time. I want to help her.

Jamie: Have I told you lately how much I love you?

Jonah: Yes, this morning, but you can always tell me again.

[mxyirin]

DAY 03 ; teasing & picture ࿐

Ajax had been on cloud nine since he had come back from his little date.

His family side-eyed him when he giggled for the 14th time while they were eating breakfast together.

They had waited for the whole day yesterday to ask him about the giggling but decided not to.

However, he continued to do so even today, naturally, they were very interested in the topic.

"Ok Ajax," He heard the voice of his older sister call him out.

"Yes?" He said.

"What happened on your date with your crush?"

Ajax abruptly stood up from the chair as he spluttered to give a response.

"Nothing happened!!"

"Sus." Teucer deadpanned.

"Yeah,"

"Did he fuck you—"

"Mother what are you saying—"

Seeing everyone crowding around him with curious looks on their faces, he finally sat down.

"He held my hand."

Blushing furiously, he hid his face behind his hands.

"Lame, I really thought you had se— I mean you kissed him!" His father changed his words when his son glared at him.

"Only held hands?" His sister mumbled in disappointment.

"How will your relationship progress at this point brother!" Tonia criticised him and Teucer nodded his head.

"You're saying this to me but you've never once gone for a date haven't you?"

"Ha!" They let out a loud gasp together.

"Now now, don't tease him."

Ajax looked at him saviour — his dear mother — with hopeful eyes.

"He is like your father after all." She chuckled.

His father was the one to gasp loudly this time.

"Wife! I trusted you!"

Rolling eyes at the display of affection between their parents, they continued to eat their breakfast.

Soon, Ajax stood up after finishing his meal.

"I'll get going now." He said and waved to everyone as he walked out of the house.

Checking the time on his watch, he realised he had more time than he originally thought.

So he decided to visit the garden near the college and had the fortunate coincidence of seeing [Name] there.

'Am I [Y/N] from those mafia werewolf vampire fanfictions?!?' Ajax blissfully thought.

Looked like his luck seemed good.

Grinning to himself, he happily skipped towards the blue-haired male who was petting a puppy.

"[Name], what a coincidence to see you here!" Ajax greeted the other with a cheerful tone.

"Ajax," [Name] gently smiled as he patted the puppy on its head.

"Would you like to pet him?" He asked the ginger who looked stunned.

Ajax pointed at himself with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Me?"

[Name] chuckled softly as he stood up to his full height.

"Who else is here?"

"O-Oh yeah..." Ajax said, intelligently.

"Umm, here I go," He said and petted the puppy gently who barked at him with what seemed to be a good sign.

"What's his name?" He asked the taller male beside him.

"Haven't given one to him yet," [Name] answered.

"How about we give him one now?" Ajax wondered out loudly.

"Got any idea?"

"Yeah, let's name him— "

"What took you such a long time?" Rosalyn asked, her tone indicating clearly that she was annoyed at the male in front of her who had the audacity to be late.

"I was busy," Ajax replied in an unapologetic tone as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Busy yeah," Kunikuzushi scoffed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" The orange head was quick to turn towards the shorter male who simply rolled his eyes.

"I'll show you,"

Kunikuzushi took out his phone and opened the gallery app.

Fingers tapping on the screen, he opened the picture he clicked.

It showed [Name] and Ajax hugging each other, a picture which was clearly taken yesterday when they went on a 'date'.

"Holy shirt—" Rosalyn gasped loudly and then looked at her friend.

"You sly ginger!" She gave him an accusing look. "What's next? You bringing him home to your parents?"

"Of course not!" Crossing his palms in a hurried manner, he panicked as he tried explaining his side to the two who gave him an unamused look.

Instead of properly explaining the situation, he made it worse with his panicking and blushing face.

"I told you to get involved with him, not to get involved with him." Kunikuzushi rolled his eyes at the ginger.

"What even is the difference between them—"

"There's plenty of difference and you won't understand since you were too busy sucking [Name]'s di—"

A furious shade of red quickly bloomed on his face making him look even more suspicious.

"I DID NOT SUCK HIS DICK!" He yelled out in defence as he stood up from his seat and quickly put his palms over his mouth when he realised what he had just said out loud.

This made everyone around the vicinity glance at him and murmers flew making him sit back down in his seat.

The ginger groaned in embarrassment and hid his face into his palms making the other two snicker.

"Shut up."

"You'll rather have [Name] shut you up though..."

"Arghh!"

Let's just say, Ajax did not have a very fun time with all the teasing.

[christiancomputerstudent]

The Turin shroud and Leonardo da Vinci

There is a interesting thory that says Leonardo da Vinci made the image on the Shroud of Turin, this thory was published in the book below and on a Channel 5 documentary Turin Shroud: How Da Vinci Fooled History.

TURIN SHROUD: How Leonardo da Vinci Fooled History COMPLETELY REVISED AND UPDATED

By the authors of The Templar Revelation Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince

OK let's say leonado did do it, how did he do it, baring in mind there is no paint or other pigments on the cloth and other methods were not available in the medieval period or leonados's day, also what ever made the image, created a negative, 3d imagee this only stained the fist layer of material on the cloth.

So far, the Turin shroud has been dated to two dates so far. The first date was medieval, and the second dated it to the 1st century.

Other tests done on the cloth have shown that the cloth is consistent with 1st century weaving techniques.

The mystery of how the turin shroud was made brings up an interesting fact, someone once offered lots of money to anyone who could solve the mystery of how it was made so far no one has ever come forward with a plausible method, to say how the shroud was made, and no one has ever come up with a plausible method of how the shroud was made so if you can think of a way the shroud was made you could be getting a llot of money.

The shroud is also well documented, including the fact that it was in a fire, and you can clearly see burn marks running down the sides of the shroud.

Also, the theory that Leonardo da Vinci may have made the shroud can not be tested as there is no evidence that Leonardo da Vinci did create the Shroud of Turin even, though he could if he wanted to as he was a genius, but he didn't, if he did, he would have written the fact in his journal which he wrote everything he did in, plus he had nothing to fear in doing so as no one could read it until now as he used a type of code in the form of mirror writing.

Plus, if we go on the first date, which was obtained through carbon dating, the results indicated that it was made in the Middle Ages, between 1260 and 1390 (on a side note these results have now been challenged as we now have a result of 1st century)

The earliest known record of the shroud is on a commemorative medallion from the mid-14th century, long before leonado was born.

The idea that da Vinci created the shroud was popularized by the 2009 Channel 5 documentary Turin Shroud: How Da Vinci Fooled History, the documentary claimed that da Vinci used a camera obscura and a sculpture of his own head to project his face onto the shroud. However, other researchers have dismissed the documentary's findings. as i said already, this theory can not be tested, and it is not a mainstream academic view, as it goes into a more fringe and psudo history type of area,

Also, the shroud is not just an image of a face it is an image of a whole body front and back showing the perfect anatomy of the human body, of course, this may back up the views of the authors who say leonado da Vinci did it as he was a master of anatomy of the human body on the other hand they mentioned that leonado da Vinci used only a head sculpture to make the image Implying that the authors of book marking these claims that leonado da Vinci made the shroud are unaware that the shroud shows the whole body.

This brings up the idea that the authors know nothing about the subject they are debunking. otherwise, they would know what the shroud looks like.

Interestingly enough, there is another shroud called the Veil of Veronica, or the Sudarium that just shows the face of Jesus, but this is not the turin shroud and should not be confused with it

When Jesus's was. buried they may have used two different shrouds, the Veil of Veronica which maybe just went over rhe face and the Turin shroud which went over the whole body so what ever made the image on the turin shroud may have went through another shroud that covered the face to get there, this may have been the Veil of Veronica, or the Sudarium I don't know.

This probably accounts for the confusion in shroud accounts because people think the two. Shrouds already mentioned are the sane shroud and think there is an error or inconsistency in the accounts of the shroud, but really, they are just talking about two different shrouds.

To add to the confusion there is also something called the Sudarium of Oviedo, which does not have a image on it but again this is not the turin shroud and should not be confused as the turin shroud,

(At this point, I am not sure which face shroud they used, but I do know that either of them are the turin shroud).

The earliest historical records of the shroud place it in Lirey, France, 1350s. A French knight named Geoffroi de Charny is said to have presented the shroud to the dean of the church in Lirey as Jesus' burial shroud. As I have said before, the shroud is well documented

Also, as i haave already mentioned we now have a new result that says the shroud dates back to the 1st century, probably due to an error in dating the shroud, the first time as they probably dated medieval contamination or a medieval repair not the shroud itself.

Conclusion

The theory that Leonardo da Vinci made the shroud is fake news and should not be taken seriously, also judging by their other book. The authors of this book that started this theory should not be taken seriously either, as The Templar Revelation is the book that the Dan Brown's the da Vinci code is based on. Both the da Vinci code and the Templar Revelation books are based on fringe theory, otherwise known as psudo historical views, which mainstream historians and academics have rejected and debunked many times.

More on the subject.

The Turin shroud and Leonardo da Vinci

Turin shroud analysis:

Jesus from academic and historical points of view

Jesus and the Turin shroud

Other References:

The Templar Revelation - Wikipedia

Lynn Picknett - Wikipedia

Sudarium of Oviedo -Wikipedia

Veil of Veronica - Wikipedia

Shroud of Turin - Wikipedia

Leonardo da Vinci - Wikipedia

TURIN SHROUD: How Leonardo da Vinci Fooled History

[loststarphounix]

It's Gundham's birthday rn (it's 12am, December 14th in my timezone lmao)

and so, I decided to gift him the best thing I can offer atm:

✨ Kazuichi in lingerie ✨

Kazuichi comes home earlier than Gundham does, and so he has time to prepare his gift to him at home! The devas also joined him for his duties for the day so he won't have them to snitch on him, which is good-

Kazuichi's gift to him is his very own lover wearing the most beautiful lingerie he's seen. Don't ask Kazuichi where he got it, he just does- xD

Gundham comes home later a little after dark, and notices Kazuichi not on the couch waiting for him, which was odd. He goes upstairs and finds him on their bed wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got especially for his birthday~ >.<

( tbh this is just me using gundham's bday as an excuse to ramble about kazuichi in lingerie bc i personally love the idea LMAO )

Ah I feel bad cause I don’t have a fic ready for him, so this might have to do lol TW: pic of lingerie and hand job

Kaz got this lingerie thanks to Sonia 🤣

He asked her for help picking out something nice and she looked in square in the eye and said “say no more”. She actually bought several - nearly a baker dozen all varying in different colors and cuts and some even have faux fur lining. She went to town and they all fit like a glove lol

But the one he decides to wear, is a cute little light pink piece that fits snugly against his hips and chest, which is perfect because Gundham does like seeing Kazuichi’s masculine body incased in feminine clothing. And this is particularly feminine (spoiled caused slight risky photo)

So he has it on, feeling pretty cute and good about himself. He looks good and though the thigh straps were a bitch to get right, everything is just perfect. And to add the perfect touch, he puts on the custom made pleather dog collar Gundham had made, complete with a dog tag with Kazuichi’s name engraved snug against his neck.

He knows he make a pretty sight and desperately wants to take a picture for future use, but holds off because he can’t trust himself sending to his boyfriend and ruining the surprise 😏

When he hears the front door open, he feels nervous, it keeps his ass firmly planted on the bed and waits anxiously for the other to come into the bedroom.

“Paramour?”

“In here.” He calls, voice high and excited. “I have a surprise for you~”

And wow ok. Taking him a bit of a minute to get there. Could be his anxiety but it takes Gundham an eternity to get to their bedroom, but it’s worth it when he opens the door, talking about how some irritable parrot was refusing to eat or groom itself and stopping mid word as he took in Kazuichi, sitting in the middle of their bed, legs tucked in to push the strain of the thigh straps taunt against his skin and a gauzy dark pink short shift splay around him like some Disney princess.

Kazuichi is so proud of Gundham’s reaction, he wiggles a bit in excitement as the breeder continues to stare at him in a mix of surprise and desire and in a genius move, he shoulders the shift off, exposing his slightly tan shoulders and he could be seeing things but he swears the others nostrils flare as his eyes focus on the collar.

“You like it? Happy birthday baby-“ is all he can get out before he is suddenly pushed against the sheets and is silenced by the other kissing the soul outta him.

Gundham is just pawing at him, kneading his thighs; hands tugging at the bra to flick a nipple and a wide wicked tongue making a wet strip at the hollow of his throat. Kazuichi was already half hard and it takes no time at all for him to be full mast and he moans as those cold hands brush against his groin.

“My dear, you look delightful. Absolutely delectable.” Gundham growls and Kazuichi shivers cause holy shit he really likes it.

And Kazuichi preens at that, because fuck yeah he knows it. Gundham is just pulling more at the bra and has already pulled down the delicate fabric of the crotch panties, long fingers wrapping loosely around his length and his arches his back on the bed. Something rends in the air and it barely phases him as he thrusts into that pale hand.

“I find that you will enjoy me unwrapping my present fare than I will.” Gundham rumbles I’m part amusement and part hunger as he speeds up his hand slightly.

“Nigh ~ Never know until you do.” He replies with a toothy grin that immediately crumbles as he rides out his orgasm.

“Indeed.” And he watches in semi conscious bliss as pulls away to quickly remove his clothes.

And yeah, this gift was a great idea.

[rpbtgirl]

9th guy comes in, I am still face down, he does the same as the earlier guys, sticks his cock in me and fucks my pussy. He stops and flips me back over face up, slides his cock back in me while he’s fucking me, he grabs my legs and works them up so he’s hanging on to them by my ankles…Oh I like this. Lifts my legs up as high as he could without actually lifting me up and spreads my legs as far as they would go, he cums inside me. 9 guys and 7 loads. He leaves, 10th guy comes in. 10th guy is little, I know how little because he sticks his cock in my mouth. He may be little but he is rock hard, as in the hardest cock I have ever felt. He kneels between my legs and slides into my pussy, he starts mumbling about how much cum there is, yes, there is a lot. Even though he was small, he had some moves, hit some angles, felt very good. 8th load in me, he pulls out, crawls up the bed and rubs his cum covered cock all over my face and sticks it in my mouth again…..he was still rock hard!! There was a banging on the door telling him to hurry up, then the door opened. The guys asked Well, did you fuck her or what? 10th guy says well yeah but……he was then told that he could come back for seconds once everyone was done. Seconds? Once EVERYONE was done, how many is everyone? At this point I didn’t even care, I was there until they were done with me!! 11th came in the room, said Holy fuck!! That was it. Flipped me over on my stomach, slipped his cock in me and started pumping away, had a very hard grip on my hips. Started burying himself in me, I felt his cock twitch and pump a couple of times and then he stood up and shot more cum on me, in my hair!! Called me slut and left. 12th guy came in and got behind me, stuck his cock in me and fucked me until he was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot his load on my back and ass. 12 cocks, 9 loads in me well maybe more like 8 and half lol. At this point I am so tired, but I am loving this, my head is swimming. 13th comes in kneels behind me an fucks me and comes in me. 13 cocks and 10 loads. 10th guy comes back in, ok so seconds time? He gets right behind me and starts to fuck my pussy, another voice comes in the room saying What the fuck dude, you’ve already had a turn. He’s pushed away and kicked out of the room. 14th guy flips me onto my back, sticks his cock in me and starts fucking me. He sounds very aggressive while he’s doing this, grunting and growling. Grabs my legs behind by the back of my thighs just above my knees and pushes them up to my tits. He folds me in half and gripping my legs very hard, he’s fucking me very hard almost unbearable hard but still good!! He’s propped himself up because of how he’s folded me so when he’s about to cum he lets go of my legs which drop to the floor he is standing there and shoots his full load in my face, a good portion of it wound up all over my lips and in my mouth. After that I didn’t know if I could take any more, at that time I didn’t know how long this had been going on. I didn’t know if there was anyone left, I couldn’t believe there were 14 guys that wanted to do this. I know that was way less than half the guys there. This was a huge party. 14th guy walks out and leaves the door open, me laying there, naked covered in cum, cum leaking out of what is now my gaping pussy for everyone in the room to see. I hear, Anyone else? All I hear is Nah, Nope, I’m good, Too sloppy now, and various other comments like that. Except one, 10th guy comes back in. He gets to it and starts fucking me without pausing at all, he cums in me again. 14 cocks, fucked 15 times, 11 loads in me.

[mariacallous]

Promise Edwards, a single mother of three living in Laurens, South Carolina, spends her spare time passing QR codes out to schools, churches and members of her local community. Scan one, and you'll be led to an online document full of LGBTQ+ resources across the state — which Edwards hopes to expand to a nationwide list by 2024. 

The heart-shaped codes — on stickers, embedded in keychains, printed on T-shirts and more — are sometimes adorned with sparkles or owls because, according to Edwards, they were "Jacob's favorite thing."

Edwards, known as Aunt Lulu to 18-year-old Jacob Williamson, welcomed the newly out teen into her home after he was kicked out of his own. 

"The day after he moved in with me, he said, 'I'm trans, and I go by he/him and I want to be called Jacob,'" said Edwards, whose mother had been Edwards' childhood best friend. "I said, 'OK. I love you,'"

"He was only allowed to be himself for 28 days."

Four weeks after Williamson went to live with Edwards in June, he went missing after going to meet up with online friends for the first time. 

Edwards had begged him not to go, even asking her boss to change his shift at the Waffle House where they both worked to make scheduling harder — but Jacob was unconvinced. He shared his location with Edwards through an app, got in the car and left.

It was the last time Edwards would see him alive. 

After she could neither get in touch with him nor see his updated location, Edwards reported him missing and spent the next four days talking to law enforcement, hanging posters, and frantically searching for Williamson. She knocked on doors, passed out flyers and posted online — but to no avail. 

His body was discovered by police on the side of a South Carolina road — just three days before Edwards' 37th birthday.

Williamson was at least the 14th trans person murdered in the U.S. in 2023, against a worrying backdrop of statistics that show trans people are more at risk than ever, despite only making up an estimated 0.5% of the U.S. population.

Data compiled shows 320 trans and gender-diverse people were reported murdered between October 2022 and September 2023, according to nonprofit Transgender Europe, though actual numbers could be even higher. 

Ninety-four percent of the victims were trans feminine people or transgender women — meaning they were not assigned female at birth — and three-quarters were younger adults, between the ages of 19 and 40.

"Most victims were Black and trans women of colour, and trans sex workers," stated the report, its Nov. 13 publication intentionally coinciding with the start of Trans Awareness Week. 

The week culminates each year in Trans Day of Remembrance, which was founded on Nov. 20, 1999, by trans advocate Gwendolyn Ann Smith, to honor Rita Hester, a trans woman who had been killed the year before. The vigil honored Hester and the deaths of all the other trans people who had been lost to violence that year, according to GLAAD.

"It's a day to honor and remember the folks that have died, but it's also a chance for us to reckon with, where do we go from here?" said Arielle Rebekah, communications consultant at the Transgender Law Center. 

"Every day is the day to think of a way forward," they said.

Mariah Moore, the co-director of policy and programs at the Transgender Law Center, agreed and reflected on how imperative it is for allies to show up for trans people. 

"A lot of folks are very vulnerable and feel alone and isolated," she says. "You could change the trajectory of someone's life by simply saying something — letting them know that they have someone ... that is also standing beside them, willing to fight for them." 

In addition to her work at the Transgender Law Center, Moore is also one of the co-founders of an organization called House of Tulip, which was born during the COVID-19 pandemic and works to find long-term housing solutions for trans and gender non-conforming people in Louisiana, where she is based.

"The goal is to help folks build a stable foundation so that they can have access to the futures that come so easily to others," she says, adding that the organization is a shining reflection of successful "coalition work;" identifying a cycle and working to fill a need by collaborating with others and sharing knowledge and resources. 

In the U.S., 586 anti-trans bills have been introduced in state legislatures this year alone, and aim to restrict or completely ban access to gender-affirming care, rid trans youth of the ability to participate in sports, arts and clubs — and in more extreme cases, even threaten parents with child abuse charges for affirming their kids' gender identities.

In the current tenuous political climate, the mental health of LGBTQ+ youth is worsening, according to the results of a national survey by The Trevor Project, which found that 41% of LGBTQ+ young people had seriously considered suicide in the past year. Additionally, youth who are transgender, nonbinary and/or people of color reported higher rates of suicidal ideation than their cisgender and White peers.

"I feel that Jacob was not targeted because he was trans, but yet, he was targeted because he was trans," says Edwards. "These people preyed on the fact that Jacob was partially out; that Jacob was ostracized from his family; that he had nobody but me and my family."

Since Williamson's murder, Edwards says that while many in her life — including close friends and family — have turned their backs on her, the trans community has embraced her with open arms as she continues to fight for justice for Jacob.

"I really just wish we could have had this support when Jacob was alive," she said. "And we probably wouldn't even be talking right now." 

But further data from The Trevor Project provides a glimmer of hope for others within the trans and gender non-conforming community: youth who reported gender-affirming school and home environments reported significantly decreased rates of suicidal ideation — with actions as small as being addressed by their correct pronouns, having access to gender-neutral bathrooms or being able to wear gender-affirming clothing making a noticeable difference.

As Rebekah puts it, "Even in the face of this violence, we are thriving."

"Yes, we might be under attack," adds Moore. "But guess what? We've also fought back. And we're winning." 

Each year, though violence against the community soars, young people are increasingly identifying as trans and seeing themselves reflected in culture, including in film, television and literature. Transgender Day of Visibility is even now recognized by the White House.

"My life is great," says YouTube star Eden Estrada, also known by her online alias, Eden the Doll. "I had a hiccup, but my life is good."

In August 2020, video depicting a violent attack on Estrada and two of her friends was posted online, where it quickly went viral and became national news overnight.

While waiting for an Uber in Los Angeles, Estrada alleges that the trio was beaten and robbed, with one of Estrada's friends knocked unconscious in the fray. The LAPD later investigated the incident as a hate crime.

"I'm grateful to be alive," says Estrada. "I've been through something traumatic, but I came out of it really, really, strongly."

Estrada is now happily engaged, has a flourishing career and in her own words, is "over" what happened to her. But reflecting on Trans Day of Remembrance, she recognizes this could have been a different story.

"This day, it could be about me," says Estrada. "Something worse could have happened to me that day."

Estrada said that she uses this day not only to reflect on loss, but to reflect on the LGBTQ+ figures who paved the way for trans people today — people like Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera and Erica Andrews, she said, adding that she also uses this day to reflect on past versions of herself as well.

"I think it's remembering where you started, where you're at and where you're going," she said.

Rebekah feels similarly about Trans Day of Remembrance, which they say is an opportunity to elevate stories of trans joy and triumph.

"People need to see that trans folks are also changemakers; are also leaders; are also successful across all fields, across all industries, across all areas of life."

When asked how she will be spending Trans Day of Remembrance, Moore says, "I need to take time to really mourn some of the folks that I've lost recently, and just take time for myself as a Black trans woman... honor myself and the work that I'm doing."

"I think this year, I need some time for me."

It has been nearly five months since Williamson's body was recovered. 

The two people he went to meet that day were both arrested and charged in his death, but that's not enough for Edwards. "These people still get to talk to their families on Christmas," she said.

"And we don't."

She says she will be keeping Williamson's memory alive on Trans Day of Remembrance by hanging Christmas decorations at the site where his body was found and attending an event in honor of the day at the University of South Carolina Upstate, where she has been invited to speak.

While Williamson and at least 319 others who have been lost to violence this year will be in hearts and minds on Trans Day of Remembrance, Moore points out that countless trans people have also been lost to lack of basic resources like housing, healthcare and food.

"It's important that we uplift those stories and use Trans Day of Remembrance...to let folks know that trans people are loved and have people fighting for them," she adds. "Don't be silent when you see injustice is happening."

Edwards believes Trans Day of Remembrance is an opportunity to provide support in death for trans loved ones that they may not have had in life, and bring attention to the fact that nobody is above experiencing loss.

"It means awareness that this actually happens to people that we know and we love," she says.

But more than anything, Edwards hopes wherever Williamson is now, on this day and all days, that he is at peace.

"He had a life full of conditions," she says. "I hope that where he is, he feels love. Unconditional love." 

[lgcseojin]

✱ SEOJIN'S JOURNAL ( 2006 - current )

This journal is property of Park Seojin. It contains sensitive topics and precious thoughts. If you find this, don't open it or else he'll come find you and take you to Suplex City! Go away.

Septembur September, 2006 The therapy lady said if I pretend I'm talking to God then I can write eeeasier. I dunno. Don't wanna talk to you right now buddy. Cuz somtymes sometimes I kinda wish you didn't make me so I'm upset at you. And I hate cake and I don't wanna blow out anymore stupid candelsles. It just makes me feel real mad. Speshully Especially when Miss Heejung tries to give me hugs. I don't want none of that I just wanna go back to my friends somtimes.

November 30th, 2006 Mr Dongwoo Dad said that the baby is gonna come any day now. I'm gonna be mad if the kid is born on my birthday no way am I gonna share. It's my day!! I want somethin that's mine.

December 25th, 2006 Didn't write in this thing cuz I forgot. Anyway. Christmas is real fun. I got an RC racer thing!!!!! It goes so fast hahahah!!

January 15th, 2007 The baby was really late. They called her Dahye. She looked at me kinda funny but she didn't cry when I hugged her.

September 3rd, 2007 I got moved to a different class and stuff. I wanna throw books cuz now I'm not with my friends. But the teach said we were dissruptin class or whatever. I get to sit next to a girl now and she stuck her tongue out at me so I stuck out my middle finger. Her name is Boram.

March 14th, 2008 Girls are weird. I gave Boram my chocolates cuz she gave me some and then she said she was gonna throw em in the toilet. Whatever. I didn't like her anyways.

May 21st, 2009 Hahahah!!! Jaehyuk hyung came to school today and brought a real lizard. Yep it was real I checked and everything. Haesung said we should dissect it but we were like no way. I wanna make it my pet. It looks so sick! Not sick sick but cool

June 17th, 2009 I bought a guitar!!!

November 27th, 2009 A weird lady said hi to me when I was walking home. She had really long hair and a funny smile. She looked real sick (the real kind) and said my name. Maybe she's one of them no homes people or a ghost or somethin

November 29th, 2009 The weird lady tried to give me a bag of chips and grab my hand. Did she think I was 5 years old or somethin. That shit don't work on 11 year olds. So I ran away real fast. Skinned my knee. It fuckin hurt.

December 1st, 2009 Stuff sucks real bad right now. I'm real sorry God. I don't wanna go back no more. I just wanna stay here now. I'm sorry.

December 1st, 2010 She called again. I can't have one day.

December 1st, 2011 Sorry I keep ignoring you. Lotsa shit is happening lately. That lady hasn't even read this since like 2 years ago. Why do I even bother? How did I do it again? Hi, God? Haha. I'm good, I guess. Bored right now. Eating some kinda bread dad bought in Japan. Way too sweet but whatever. Birthday went okay. They gave me a party and it wasn't anything special I guess.

January 20th, 2013 Got nothing else to do so I'm gonna write in this again. Fuck this city. Fuck everything. I don't wanna move and leave everyone behind. This sucks so fucking much. Seoul seems like it sucks anyway. But at least Jaehyuk is there... Ugh nevermind. It makes feel sick to write while the car's moving all over the place, and Dahye won't stop pinching me. I'm gonna give this kid a headlock.

April 30th, 2013 Some kid almost ran me over with his bike so I grabbed it and he fell on me. Buncha stolen shit fell outta his jacket and everything. Hahaha. He begged me not to tell anyone. I think he's a grade below me even though he said he's like 13 I think. Seems real smart. Name is Cheol... something. I guess he's ok when we started to talk but if he runs me over again I'm gonna pummel him for sure.

August 2nd, 2013 Mom had the baby today. The kid is real cute and she grabbed my finger super tight. I'm gonna be honest. I kinda felt like crying and stuff. She's real cute, Dasom. I wanna protect her.

October 12th, 2013 Jaehyuk wants to start a band or whatever. Know I never mentioned it before but I kinda like to sing and I know how to play guitar. I'll give it a shot. He introduced me to some guy named Taewoo from another school and I asked Cheol if he wanted to join, too. Here goes nothing I guess.

February 23rd, 2015 I asked Minkyung out. I know you don't know who that is yet, God. Sorry about that. I was being an idiot just being in my head instead. She's in the same class as me. She's got short hair like to her neck kinda length. It's really funny. The class was playing soccer and she kicked the ball at my head. She seemed real scared about it and she came over to check on me and grabbed my face. That's what it's like to fall in love right??

July 9th, 2016 Long time no see, huh? Lots of good news happened so far. Well, kinda. First, I'm still going out with Minkyung. :) Second, I entered a singing contest and I got 3rd place, so a guy with a card came up to us and all. He was from a company... entertainment company. Legacy or something. Well, I auditioned and made it. Cool, right? Weird, though... Didn't think this could be a thing for me. Well, I'm gonna mooch these vocal lessons and see what happens I guess. Taewoo won't stop calling me a fucking sell-out though. Bastard. Anyway... the next news is awkward kinda. Mom and dad decided to foster this kid. He's like 12 or 13 or something and he's already getting on my nerves... Feel bad for him though. I know what it's like.

June 14th, 2017 Shit sucks. What a joke. See if those fuckers mess with Hyunseung again. I'd kick their asses all over again until they leave him alone.

December 2nd, 2017 She called me again. I don't get why she just won't leave me the hell alone. I can't do this shit. I don't care if I'm her "real son". Why did she have to find me? You left me there for like almost 7 years and now you wanna keep trying.

March 1st, 2018 I decided to start over. It's for the best, probably. Dim is over. I left the company. Me and Minkyung decided it would be better if we broke up. I couldn't even look at her anymore after I went off the deep end and didn't wanna be around anybody for a while. It was like shit was falling apart and I didn't wanna be like that and hurt her. Then have to leave her. And the guys. I feel like shit. I don't even know if this is the right choice. I'm taking you with me. There's still a lot of space to fill.

March 28th, 2018 It's the fifth day of basics. A week in and I've got some smart idea to start a journal. Apparently it's supposed to be "good" for me as an outlet but like... For all I know, some guy will take it, read it, and make fun of me. Whatever. This is stupid. The food sucks.

March 30th, 2018 Guy named Jung Woobin joined today. Kind of a nerd, but he's in my temporary unit and the bed next to mine. Might as well make friends. He keeps talking about random shit. Maybe I can see if he likes Slam Dunk. Well, I'm not here to make friends anyways, am I? Nothing else interesting happened. Entries are gonna be short till something interesting happens.

April 5th, 2018 Week two. Not hype. Hate waking up fucking early. This sucks ass. Some guy lost his shit and ran off in some random direction. They labeled him as a deserter. Feel kinda bad for him. Just glad he wasn't in my unit.

April 8th, 2018 New recruits came. There was overflow in bunking so they stuck a guy with us. I get a chaebol smell off of him but he seems alright so far. Let's see how he does during the first week.

April 21st, 2018 I'm tired of this Kang dude. Nearly kicked his ass before we got stopped. What a prick. He snores when he sleeps, too. I'm gonna plug his nostrils.

May 1st, 2018 Transfer to marines unit today. Off to Pohang. Wish me luck.

July 30th, 2018 Finally got time to sit down and write. Shit's been intense. The C.O. is no fucking stickler. He makes our squad wake up up to an hour earlier than the others. Set our alarms as the wake up song that blasts outside. Today, I swear we got to bed at midnight and got up at 3:30am. Wanted us to get our rounds done early so we can get a head start into the MMA training so we're in top shape. Tomorrow, our platoon is supposed to meet with the American marines that are stationed here, too.

October 10th, 2018 My English isn't that great but I kinda talked to this guy and we became friends. Tall, wavy hair, super ripped. Said his name is Andreas like the fault line but I dunno what that means, really. I can just call him Andy, he calls me Jin. His Korean is pretty good, actually. Hahaha.

October 11th, 2018 We sat by the river when everything is done and he and his friend taught me how to skin a rabbit. Then, the guy said he was gonna go rock fishing ( I think, I couldn't get his accent but I think he was from Australia or something ) and pulled a catfish with his bare hands. I'm serious! Wish I coulda taken a picture...

October 14th, 2018 It's the last day of the collab camp thing. Andy gave me a book. D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths. I guess I should get better at English... But he said he's staying in Seoul after this. And his dad's got a boxing gym or something. Once I'm out, I'll check it out.

December 1st, 2018 They remembered my birthday. Never thought I'd get a Chocopie with a candle sticking out of it. Whatever works. I don't like sweets anyway and it's cold as balls.

February 13th, 2019 I'm on break for seollal! Came back home for a bit to see everyone. I know I saw them in between but still... This is nice. Chan must've gotten real tall over the summer. Dasom ran up to me and hugged me real tight. As for Dahye, she shook my hand. What a weird kid. I missed them so much. Gonna go spend time with them now. I won't forget you at home. Promise.

March 26th, 2019 A new guy joined us today. Real jumpy, that one. Said he got transferred to our unit for some reason he won't say. Rumor is that he tried to kill some guy and he's in a gang back in Daejeon. I don't believe it for a second. What a stupid story.

April 3rd, 2019 Caught Lcpl. Shin creeping around the place after dark not in his bunk. I got up to take a piss and he almost scared it right outta me. This is like the 2nd time this happened. Since our ranks are the same there's not much I can do. Should I tell the C.O.? Shit, why am I asking you? I don't think you would know what to do either.

April 17th, 2019 Fuck it, we finally ratted on the guy. The hell is he doing lurking around the latrines all the time... Must be some kinda weirdo. I guess that's why he was transferred. Shoulda kicked him out instead. Woobin said he saw him with a knife when he got out so I dunno what to think anymore. Lt said it isn't a big deal. That the guy's gotta be touched in the head, whatever that means.

April 22nd, 2019 Something or some dipshit keeps knocking on the barracks again. Can't fucking sleep. Shit sucks.

May 24th, 2019 Things were quiet for a while. There was a weird smell coming from the latrines and it wasn't cause of the crap they serves us. Found a dead bird strung up with shoelaces. Can't eat tonight.

May 28th, 2019 Can't sleep. Knocking again. The alarms went off. Glitch, I guess.

May 31st, 2019 Some shit went down. Two of the guys started wailing on each other outta nowhere. Screaming real loud about something. I didn't really bother trying to figure it out when we got them off each other. They were reprimanded. Only 9 of us, so this shit really stirred things up. Must have been some kinda disagreement. But everyone's fucking tired. Climbing drills are tomorrow.

June 1st, 2019 The ropes were cut. Or frayed. Or old, or something. It's my fault, isn't it? If I didn't pull so hard then Hwang wouldn't have fallen. Everything's okay. He said it wasn't cause of me. They took him out for a short medical leave. Hope he's okay. But I'm still shaking. I'd only tell you this kinda stuff, God.

June 5th, 2019 There's only 6 of us right now in the unit right now until the others get back. Feels real quiet right about now. No one really wanted to talk. Least, not to me. I still got Woobin but he seems like something's real wrong. Shin's got the world under his feet, though, the way he's strutting everywhere. Kept trying to show me his rabbit pelt. Freak.

July 7th, 2019 That fucking knocking again. A slam. Piss off so I can sleep already.

July 19th, 2019 It's raining. Real hard. Had to go fix something and found Shin out there doing... something. Whatever it is, he didn't like that I caught him and fuck I don't know what to do. It can't have been something bad, right? I didn't really see. It was dark.

July 23rd, 2019 I'm gonna kill that piece of shit. What kinda asshole takes a picture of my mom and just. He's dead. Next week. Mark my words, God. I'm confessing ahead of time if something happens. I'm kicking his ass when he comes around.

July 29th, 2019 The fucker still lives. Unfortunately. Opened my eyes and saw him hovering over my bunk. I swear. I saw it. How long was he standing there? How many days? Shouldn't think too much of it...

August 2nd, 2019 I looked over and he was just sitting up in bed like that. Awake. I don't think he ever sleeps, come to think of it. Woobin said the same thing. I started to keep my knife with my under my pillow.

September 6th, 2019 We woke up and Shin was gone from his bed. Nothing from the usual. C.O. came in and told us the military officers came and got him. Said what happened stays with us. They're making Woobin testify but he won't tell me what happened. Guess I'll never really find out. Gotta keep an eye on the news maybe later. Feel like I need to take 8 showers though. Maybe 10. Hopefully there won't be too much to write about now.

September 30th, 2019 Holy shit. Just a little bit longer and I'll be outta here. Sgt. Park speaking. Cool, right? I should have something positive here after all that. Everything seems like it's okay again. I think. I guess I thought about it a little more... All sorta guys come through here and you never know who's gonna end up being totally insane. I left out some details but, God, I'm sure you saw what happened anyways.

October 15th, 2019 One more month! I get to lead new recruits today. I asked Woobin to help and he still almost passed out running with us. Guess some guys really don't get that fit here, haha. Here's hoping we can still be friends when we leave. He's outta here next week... Gonna miss him something awful.

November 10th, 2019 I'm free!!! Gonna stay with the family again for a bit until we get my place figured out. Don't really plan on going to school or anything, but dad helped me find a job at some restaurant. I gotta go to Gangnam for it since it's all ritzy but it pays well. I'm kinda excited. Really feels like I started over again... Also, went to the bar still in my fatigues ( yeah, I know, I was lazy ). Craziest thing, the people you meet again. Some guy in uniform, another in a sparkly jacket. Funny where we end up.

December 2nd, 2019 Saw the guys yesterday. We got super smashed and they said I climbed a tree. Wait. Why am I still writing? Nothing interesting is going on. Let's not make this a habit.

January 8th, 2020 Nevermind. Something kinda crazy happened. Went to Vampire Den for the open mic night again. Just to sing. I got that card again. This shiny one. I guess I must have been outta my mind and had it in me to go for an audition. It was worth a shot. I'm almost at the limit they accept trainees. Fuck what am I doing? Shit.

January 9th, 2020 The call came. I made it. They said I gotta move into the dorms now. At least I got a couple months to myself.

January 20th, 2020 Shit man. So many kids around... This kid ( had a real unique name ) I'm roommates with said that he's graduating high school soon. Crazy... I think I'm in way over my head if this is how things are gonna be, but fuck it, right? At least I can still keep my job. Guess I'll just start making some friends around here. There's plenty of guys my age. Yushin's even here, too. Well, anyway. I don't gotta keep writing in this right now so see you later.

July 24th, 2020 Hey guess who's gonna be in a band again? Well kinda. It's still a bunch of practicing. We'll see what happens but I'm feeling optimistic, I think.

April 21st, 2021 This just in for another episode of Shit Sucks... They pulled the band stuff. I guess there weren't gonna be enough resources for it. Dunno what to do now. Feels like everything's crumbling apart around me. I can just hide away in my room for the rest of the year, right? Just not sure what they're gonna do with me now. Gotta get better at dancing. I'll do it later.

May 23rd, 2021 Shit just keeps happening. I saw her with someone else. I don't want an explanation. I'm tired of this push and pull shit. Going here and there without saying much. She lit my heart on fire and put it out with her fucking shoe. I loved her. At least, I think I did. I guess that doesn't matter now. Nothing should have come from that day and why did I even bother going through with it. Over and over again. Wasted my own heart. Nothing matters anymore, does it? Fuck it all. I should go somewhere. Don't look now, God.

August 17th, 2021 I guess some okay things can happen. But these blind dates the guys keep trying to set me up on are a waste of time. Better to not put in effort like that. Anyway, dad's heart thing has gotten better, too. He wanted me to start picking up his new medicine after practice every day.

September 19th, 2021 It's hard to want to sing again. Or want to do much of anything again. Maybe I'll get better by next year.

September 25th, 2021 Met this girl. Well, already did. Sometimes, she'd be at the pharmacy when I picked things up. There's dimples in her cheeks when she smiles at me. I mentioned I was interested in producing music and she asked me for some pointers. We're meeting next week so I can help her, I guess. Worth a shot. Come to think of it, I think we went to the same high school.

October 18th, 2021 She's cute. Fuck, I'm so screwed. I remember now. I sneezed on her in the hallway once. She said it was two times, but I don't remember the first one. We already talked a lot. It's weird. Something dangerous about her. I'll watch my step...

October 31st, 2021 I feel drunk even though I'm not. She said she liked me and I wanted to run. I think I already like her, too. I just can't be what she needs right now. I shouldn't be writing this stuff down. I'll save it for songs. My own head. See you.

December 5th, 2021 She said there's a beauty in being impulsive. She is coy and bold. She wants to kiss my cheek because something compels her to. She yearns to see me. I can't forget anything she says. She speaks in poetry and laughs in music. I don't flinch when she reaches out to touch me. So.. What now...? I kissed her on the shores of some snowy Sokcho beach. When she says now that there's nothing innocent about the way I kiss her with that smirk of hers. When she said she's looking for someone to break her heart because she's just being realistic. Not to feel burdened because I make her happy. She'll be patient for me. I think I might be going a little crazy. Emotionally, spiritually. She makes me want to sing again.

December 1st, 2022 Aside from one good thing, this year was kind of a bust. Hoping for a better one next year. Fuck, I'm getting old. Did they forget about me?

March 20th, 2023 Finally got a project! With actual songs. Not sure what it's gonna entail but ... here goes nothing, as usual. :)

March 30th, 2023 And when it comes to spring, I learned that it's made of heartbreak and not love.

August 12th, 2023 Fuck, what am I doing with my life? It's so close I can taste it but I can't help but feel like there's so much missing.

October 30th, 2023 What am I doing? Part two. Everything is all jumbled up. There's nowhere to put that anger brewing in my head. I almost messed up my hand because of it and ruined everything for myself. Might start writing some songs again...

December 1st, 2023 The first birthday I really felt like I deserved. I guess I made it this far, huh? And there are people who care about me, love me. It's still really overwhelming to think about, but looking back, this is what I always needed. And I should have been more grateful for what I have around me in the form of other people.

January 1st, 2024 I think it's gonna be a great year. Love is real.

January 14th, 2024 Oh. Fuck.

[mrs-monaghan]

So are you a Jikook supporter or are you a Jimin solo?

JIMIN SOLO, from now on

And I hate JK as much as I love Jimin now.

I can proudly say this. I can't stan an artist who works with most ugly people in the industry who are known for paying their way to charts, who uses all his privileges knowing his so called brothers and partner didn't got it, one who gets everything on a silver platter for him, one who commits works which will rile up his y/ns and Fandom, one who's finding it so enjoyable to grind on a woman while shooting a MV, one who pretends to be a good person and being completely innocent of everything evil his company is doing for him. His whole success is build purely on agency push and white men help. LETS BE HONEST FOR ATLEAST ONCE.

Jimin achieved EVERYTHING from his own hardwork and dedicated fans while JK who was 'resting' (his own words) got a payola guaranteed song handed over to him from that ugly pig of a CEO and rjs challenging it will go a no.1 of hot 100. Aren't they ashamed???? Aren't you ashamed ????

Where are the jikookers who announced they'll just concentrate just on jikook while Yoongi got some privileges Jimin didn't ? Didn't they said they can't act like everything is OK and unstanned rest members when Jimin was sabogated? Now what they have to say when JK is getting all payola guaranteed promotions for him? Or is it applied to other except JK ? Jk can do any shit under this sun and you all will still support him just because you think JK * might be * dating your favorite ? Think what kind of person JK really is if he is stepping over Jimin every chance he gets ? Did you forget that works for this song started immediately after Jimin got that no.1 ????

Everyone associated with this song, be it producers, writers, singer and his new fav actress,promoters everyone are going to hell for this. They are achieving all this over a innocent man's hardwork and tear and his fans dedication. This is mocking the fans who supported him with everything by giving their company favorite all promos jimin deserved

Fuck Jungkook

Fuck hybe

Fuck scooter

Fuck bang pd

A bunch of pathetic dicks

I honestly don't even know where to begin with u

Which Jikookers are these you're talking about? I dont remember Jikookers unstanning the members because Suga got more than Jimin. Those are not Jikookers. They're your fellow solos. So stop waiting for us to start hating on JK coz that aint gonna happen.

Jimin solo from now on. Bitch no! You've always been a Jimin solo. Who are you lying to with this from now on, bullshit??!!

Why are u getting mad at JK NOW for accepting what is being given to him when the injustice to Jimin has been happening forever? Why aren't u mad at other members for accepting what they've been all these years? I am confused by people like you. What do you want JK to do exactly? Quit his music career? Refuse to drop an album as is expected of him? Breach his contract? The fuck do you want from him, huh??

One who is finding it so enjoyable to grind on a woman while shooting a MV

Can you please share the link of JK grinding on this woman? It seems you have exclusive footage of this?? Do you mind sharing please? Because I fear July 14th came and went and I didn't even notice??

Aren't you ashamed?

And you all will still support him because you think JK *might be* dating your fav?

See, you're not just a Jimin solo, but you are also a JK anti. And it didn't start today. You've always been this way. It's quite clear from this fucked up ask that you are and have never been a Jikooker. Idk why u pretended to be??

I do not have any energy for an illogical person if I'm being honest. So please don't come back. This whole ask is messed up. You're messed up. You know dick about what happens behind the scenes but have contorted this theory that has u filled with all this hate. It's... no. Just no. I can't deal with u or anyone else like u. Idk how u found me but please don't come back. I'll block u. I can't deal with this amount of hate. You're toxic. You're the people we go after on twitter for shitting on JK. Please get off my blog.