#i want to proclaim my love of salads here

[bakso-goreng]

salad is the funnest food there is

your so right anon

fucken love salds

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabble: Aaron Hotchner- Hotch

Aaron had just returned from another week's long trip away for a case. He looked worn out and tired, far more than usual. He gently kissed the crown on my head and scooped the back of my neck into his plan as his lips brushed against mine teasingly.

"Aaron, are you hungry?" I ask as he pulls away for something out of his back pocket. Bit his bottom lip, he thinks quietly. "I didn't have anything before we boarded the plane, but don't worry, I'll make something lat…" Aaron's own body rejects his thoughts. A rather famished growl tore through Aarons's sentence.

"How about we don't wait. I'll order pizza, and you shower." I offer. He sighs heavily but can't deny you're right. He does hate it when you're right because, let's be honest, most of the time, you are.

Aaron toes off his loafers, stuffing them into the shoes rake at the door. "What do you want on your pizza, love?" I ask as I pull up the website on my phone. Aaron shakes his head briefly like he's trying to get his thoughts together. "Just um… normal pizza…" A long groan later and halfway down the hall, he turns and looks back.

"Just cheese on my side, darlin'." He proclaims, finally making his way into the bedroom. I giggle at Arron's somewhat quirky attitude.

I quickly ordered the pizza and even had an extra salad on the side for Aaron since I knew he'd probably only get about one or two slices in before he declared he was full from just that alone. By the end of the order, the website claims it will be under half an hour.

The water is gushing through the pipes, and Aaron is taking his time. Letting the past week's trauma roll off his shoulders with the warm water that hits his skin. I daydream for longer than I think.

I daydream of his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he picks me up. His gentle, rough kisses that he'd lay on every surface of my skin. His large hand spread across any part of me.

I daydream so long that it's only the sound of the irritating doorbell as it rings across the apartment floor. I shake my head off my dirty thoughts and get up. Slipping my slippers onto my fuzzy-covered socks.

The doorbell rings again, and I groan as I open the door to see a young man no older than Spencer standing at the door. A pizza bag in one hand and a plastic bag in another. "Hi, a large pizza and a side salad for you, miss." It's not a question, just the young pizza delivery going through the motions. "Yep, that would be me," I say with a dopey smile.

Just knowing that Aaron is back home brings a sense of calm over my bones, and with that, I wait for the young man to give me my food. He scribbles something down on the back of my receipt before handing me the bag and pizza together.

With that wink, he's gone swaggering down the hallway like a kid who's just gotten candy from the broken machine. I turn, kicking the door shut before bringing the food to the island. Before I scream out that 'pizza is here,' Arron comes from behind the fridge door.

"Hey there, handsome," I say as I round the corner, caring not for the pizza, just wanting a more proper kiss from my lover. Except Arron isn't looking at me, he's looking at the damn crumpled-up paper receipt.

"What did he write on the back?" Aaron asks as he reaches across the island to grab the paper. "Oh, I don't know, just know that I didn't have to pay now that I'm thinking about it," I say with a slight shrug before grabbing the plates from the cabinet.

"My treat for such a sweet-lookin' woman in front of me, give me a call. Here's my phone number. xxx-xxx-xxxx," Aaron reads out loud, my brows furrow, "Who wrote that?" He rolls his eyes, "You can't be serious, right?" Aaron asks, genuinely confused about how I can't see how bad this sounds. "Oh come on babe, that young man, young boy, isn't my type." Aaron's face doesn't change, still wary and worried.

"I've only got eyes for you, Aaron; let's go eat, so I go lay down with the man I missed most in the world this past week." It's nearly an hour and a half into the current movie we're watching when the silence of the bedroom air is interrupted, "Why would that kid even think that's okay… just going around giving women his phone number." I have to hold in my laughter, "Aaron… It's starting to sound like you might be a little jealous." I tease as I smack his arm lightly.

His eyes go wide, a stuttering mess, before he catches his words and hurries a high-pitched unbelievable, "I'm not jea…no no you… I'm not jealous." He stutters over himself. I smile brightly and grab Aaron's robust and chiseled chin with my hand, pulling his attention away from the screen and to me. "Good because I love you way too much to go for a guy that flirts while on the job." I kiss his nose gently before dropping my hand and returning my attention to the movie.

Completed On: 09/09/23

Posted on: 09/10/23

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[son1c]

note from @tflora04: Hello there! Author here! So that one post you made about Shadow getting released by the megaflora by Sonic’s prompting lives rent free in my head, and instead of sleeping like a sane person, I spent the night and day writing this! I hope it deals as much emotional damage to your followers as I managed to deal to you, and I wish all readers who went through this drabble a lovely rest of the day :3c

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Sonic has been running for days.

Okay, that was probably an overstatement, but time was hard to keep track of under the canopy of the jungle around him, and the emotional roller coaster he went through recently more than warranted him feeling like he’s been on the road for a while. Usually when he was upset by something, he would sprint around Green Hill for an eternity, before crashing at Tails’ workshop and falling asleep instantly. It was a good way to let off steam and help him forget about what was bothering him, and he could vent to his little brother when he felt like doing so. But he didn’t have the luxury of an evening jog or the fox’s comfort this time, because a) Green Hill was gone, (shattered thanks to his thoughtlessness, as Shadow loved to remind him all the time) and b) he had someone to catch up with.

Ever since he saw the faker disappear into the foliage and he could touch solid ground again, he’s been rushing through the bushes to find him. His mind was clouded during his pursuit, replaying the last conversation he had with Shadow (but that wasn’t really Shadow was it?) in his head over and over. How Shadow seemed uncharacteristically calm all of a sudden. How he proclaimed he wasn’t mad at Sonic anymore. How he thanked him for destroying the prism that shattered their world, their home-

That’s when Sonic realized that wasn’t Shadow talking anymore. Shadow was furious with him over what happened, expressing how much he blames Sonic very vocally, and very violently. But at least Shadow’s anger, Sonic was familiar with. At least their ensuing fight, like the countless clashes before at their homeworld, was a routine Sonic could fall back on. At least Shadow was himself, not scattered to the wind and reassembled in the handful of worlds he visited like the rest of his friends. At least Shadow was Shadow. At least he remembered. At least Sonic had something- someone left of his world. He may not have had any of his friends, but at least he had found an ally and someone to sympathize with in Shadow.

Shadow, who was slowly getting tangled in the vegetation of the forest as the conversation kept going. Shadow, who wasn’t looking at him not with a guarded expression that betrayed no feelings or thoughts, but with an expression that held no emotion at all. Shadow, who referred to himself as ‘we’, was acting increasingly more wrong the longer he talked. Shadow… who wasn’t Shadow anymore. Someone, or something, was talking through him instead.

They thanked him. Thanked him for creating their world, giving them life, giving them Shadow- like he wanted these houseplants to take Shadow. Like he wanted them to use his copycat as a glorified speaker to talk. Like he led the last remnant of his world straight into a trap on purpose, into a fate worse than death, to serve a giant helping of salad for the rest of his life. No, Sonic didn’t want this. Just like he didn’t want to shatter the Paradox prism that broke their world into pieces.

Up until recently, he was working on fixing the latter, but the task of restoring their world had to be put on hold. Sonic needed to get Shadow back to his senses first. If he could figure out what was going on with the ultimate lifeform, if he could just get him to break free of the Boscage’s megaflora, to talk to him, then maybe-

Sonic had to stop himself from colliding with the other hedgehog as he stumbled into a clearing, where the sun was breaching through the leaves of the foliage in brilliant rays. Sonic was momentarily blinded by the shift in brightness, but recognized where he was instantly. It was the place where he managed to get through to Thorn Rose before. Where he goaded the alternate Amy into helping him smash a hole through the ceiling of leaves. Where she and the rest of his alternate friends reconciled, and with the warm light shining on them from above, things seemed to be turning for the better for the crew of Boscage.

Shadow was standing in the middle of the clearing, staring straight up into the sky through the gap in the trees. For a minute, both mobians stood still, Shadow stiff as a pole struck into the ground, and Sonic hesitant to get closer in fear of scaring Shadow off. Then, slowly, with an unnatural, choppy raise of Shadow’s hand, the canopy of the trees grew over the patch, obscuring the forest floor once again.

Sonic swallowed. ’All that work to get the sun shining down here again, and you undid all of that just ‘cause you need your dramatic lighting? I knew you were a drama queen, but you don’t need to live up to your namesake that badly Shadz.’ The quip was on the tip of his tongue, and had the circumstances been different he probably would’ve said something like that. But his throat felt so tight he couldn’t. Sonic knew now wasn’t the time to be taunting Shadow. Because while the black hedgehog was standing right in front of him, seeing the vines enveloping him from shoulders to toes, Sonic knew he was impossibly far away at the same time.

“Why are you upset, Earthling?” The thing controlling Shadow’s body had him standing rigidly, moving his hand back down clumsily as it spoke. A shiver ran down Sonic’s spine, noticing how hollow Shadow’s voice was, how it was lacking any of his usual edge and moodiness. And there was that nickname again. If it was the megaflora’s attempt at showing affection, Sonic wasn’t having any of it. While the plants may have been genuine with their effort, it made Sonic’s skin crawl to think about how grateful these invaders were to him. For bringing Shadow here in the first place. For not noticing something was wrong sooner. For being so ignorant and unfocused as to let Shadow lose himself to the greenery of this world. Maybe if he stopped Shadow from coming with him, if he managed to convince the faker he could handle the Shatterspaces alone, and left him back in the void (even though Sonic hated the thought of leaving Shadow alone in that lonely space)… none of this would’ve happened.

The void was empty and dull, yes. The ultimate lifeform would’ve been bored out of his mind out there, for however long Sonic took to recover the shards. But that apathy while floating through the remaining shards of their world would’ve been better than… this.

Sonic shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of what-ifs. Now was the time to fix what he could in the present.

“Let him go.” Sonic stepped forward defiantly, putting as much sternness into his voice as he could manage.

Shadow turned his head to stare at him. Just this small movement and the wide-eyed stare his black counterpart was studying him with was so bizarre and wrong, that it made Sonic want to instinctively take a step back. It was as if the plants didn’t know how to properly pilot a mobian body, which, given that they were immobile trees and vines before, made a lot of sense. That, or Shadow wasn’t letting them get the knowledge of how to puppet him around. Maybe, and Sonic let himself believe, Shadow was fighting back. That gave him courage as he steeled himself, glaring at the husk of the other hedgehog coldly.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen. With how much praise the Boscage had given him, Sonic hoped that this would be the end of their conflict. The plants would let Shadow go, and then they could leave this Shatterspace behind together and never set foot in the jungle or look at any vegetables again. But even with how much the megaflora adored him, it seemed they didn’t want to give up their new toy.

“Why would we let him go? Didn’t you bring him to us? He is being put to good use,” the black hedgehog asked as the vines curled tighter around him possessively, rooting Shadow to the spot. Sonic felt his stomach twist at the sight.

“At least let me speak to him. Let me speak to Shadow.” Sonic pleaded.

The thing controlling Shadow’s body made him cock his head to the side, giving the impression of puzzlement.

“You are speaking to us. We are Shadow.”

Sonic felt his mouth twist into a snarl, and his hands ball into fists.

“No, the REAL Shadow, not you weeds talking through him! Stop controlling him and feeding him words, and let HIM speak!” Sonic shouted in anger at the black hedgehog in front of him, and while he stared directly into the other’s eyes, he found no trace of his copycat in them. Looking away, Sonic felt tears prickle his eyes, and his plea came out broken and quiet.

“…please.” he forced out as his throat closed up, not letting out another sound in fear of a sob coming out instead. All the fight was taken out of Sonic as he realized just how far gone Shadow was. He didn’t know what else to convince the plants with other than begging, because if they were truly grateful, they wouldn’t want to see their creator in pain, right?

Shadow’s body fully turned to face him then. Sonic half expected another vine to restrain him like last time for his outburst, but no such thing happened. Instead, Shadow’s body sagged, and the vines started to slither off of him.

“…As you wish, Earthling. ”

Sonic looked back up and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Were these overgrown flowers actually listening to him? Were they really letting Shadow go? As the vines retreated further and further, Sonic let himself take a few cautious steps forward. Reaching out a hand tentatively to catch the other mobian if he were to fall or stumble, Sonic waited with bated breath.

As the last of the vines left Shadow’s body, the black hedgehog let out a soft gasp. He stared straight into Sonic’s eyes, and the hero swore he saw something flicker in them. Shadow’s expression twisted from the blank one the plants had forced on him before, to disbelieving and almost… fearful? Shadow glanced down at the vines on the floor, and Sonic saw his hands move out of the corner of his eye, slowly and with caution, but much more naturally than before. It was as if he was testing how much he could act on his own before the plants enveloped him again. He then glanced at the green chaos emerald clutched tightly in one of his other hand, and judging by the faker’s strength, if that was any ordinary gemstone, Sonic was certain it would be broken by now.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Sonic was advancing on Shadow like he was a startled animal, and Shadow was barely moving his fingers, inch by inch, joint by joint. Eventually, Sonic couldn’t bear the silence anymore and spoke.

“Shadow? Is that… really you now?”

Shadow glanced back up at him. The intense gaze he fixed Sonic with held heaps more emotion than the plants ever managed to put on his face, but Sonic couldn’t decipher any of them. Shadow was always hard to read, but at that moment, Sonic was grateful for the tiny differences he showed from the seconds before when he wasn’t emoting at all.

The other hedgehog still refused to speak though. Worrying as that was, Sonic had to trust that what was standing in front of him was the real Shadow. The plants respected him enough not to trick him like this, right? They wouldn’t be able to put such wariness into his eyes. It dawned on Sonic that maybe Shadow wasn’t aware of the conversation he had with the megaflora, and was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He needed to reassure the black hedgehog that he was safe. Or, well, as safe as he could be with the vines slithering around his feet.

“Shadow, it’s okay. You can talk. These saladbrains won’t-”

As Sonic took another step, the other hedgehog lurched forward. Shoving the chaos emerald into his open palms, Shadow, at last, began to speak.

“S-Sonic. You need to get out of here. Take the chaos emerald and RUN.” the ultimate lifeform told him frantically.

Sonic’s blood ran cold. The desperation in Shadow’s voice, the way his breathing quickened, and the force with which he gripped his hands like a lifeline made something snap in the hero.

“Are you crazy?! I’m not leaving you here!” Sonic shouted at his rival, shoving the emerald back into his hands.

Because how dare Shadow assume Sonic would leave him behind?! How dare Shadow even suggest Sonic leave him to this fate, for the plants drag him around with vines like strings, and eat away at him until there was nothing left?! How dare Shadow act so self-sacrificial, when Sonic ran through half the jungle just to find him again?!

No, that wasn’t happening. Not when Sonic finally got Shadow talking. Not when there was hope. Sonic firmly shoved the emerald back into Shadow’s hands once again as his copy attempted to do the same, and planted his own hands on Shadows shoulders. He noticed the other mobian begin to shake, so trying his best to ground him, Sonic softly spoke.

“Shadow, it’s going to be okay. Tell me how to help you.”

It may have been a trick of the light, but Sonic swore he saw tears in Shadow’s eyes. The faker furrowed his brows in… anger? As he spoke through gritted teeth.

“You can’t! I-…”

Shadow’s body curled in on itself, and for a minute Sonic was terrified the plants broke their promise. That they were trying to take him over again. He gripped the other hedgehog harder as he forced words through his panicked heaving.

“They’re so LOUD Sonic, I can’t-… I can’t tell myself apart from them, we-… they all SOUND THE SAME-”

Sonic put pressure on Shadow’s shoulders in an effort to ground him, to try and guide him through his fear.

“Shadow calm down. We’re gonna find a way out of this, I promise, just hang on-”

“There you are, faker!”

Sonic turned his attention to the new voice, which was oddly reminiscent of-

Shadow pushed him away, just as something slammed into the spot where they were standing seconds before. From the kicked-up dust and wilting plants, another Shadow rose up, and wasted no time in attacking again. His fake, jelly-like arm transformed into something that resembled giant hedge shears, as he slashed across where Shadow was stumbling back from. The plants he came into contact with instead released a strange ooze, which evaporated seconds later, leaving the remaining flora looking more like the vegetation Sonic was familiar with back in Green Hill.

Halcyon. Gerald Robontik’s countermeasure against the megaflora.

Realizing the severity of the situation, Sonic wasted no time throwing himself in between the two versions of his rival.

“Halcyon, stop!”

Sonic had to duck as Halcyon attacked again, bringing Shadow down with him, who was clutching at his head with his free arm in pain. The plants probably became ruffled when Halcyon showed up, and were trying to get the hedgehog under their thrall to act against the intruder. If they took over Shadow again now...

“Sonic, step away from that thing! It needs to be put down, the megaflora can’t have access to such a powerful weapon!” Halcyon declared as his arm shifted into an axe-like appendage.

Weapon. Because that’s all Shadow was to other people, huh? A weapon to be used, to be exploited, and when not needed, to be put away or destroyed. He was nothing but a tool for the megaflora and nothing but a threat to be eliminated for Halcyon. The ultimate lifeform, the most powerful weapon. Just that one word made Sonic’s blood boil on Shadow’s behalf.

Sonic stood back up to shield Shadow from any further attacks Halcyon could throw, yelling furiously at the other ultimate lifeform.

“HE’S NOT A WEAPON, HE’S SHADOW! He’s my friend! You can’t just-”

“S-son-nic.” came a shaky voice from behind him, which made the blue hedgehog shut his mouth instantly. A hand grabbed onto his leg to get his attention as Sonic turned around to look at the source.

The sound of Shadow’s broken muttering and the state he saw him in made the rest of Sonic’s anger evaporate in an instant, and in its place, concern, and then terror flooded him. The vines were starting to ensnare Shadow again, going up from his legs to his waist, his chest, his arms, wrapping around his wrists, his quills-

No. No, no, no! Not again! He couldn’t let Shadow get taken again! Not when he was so close! Sonic desperately held onto his counterpart, with the vines gripping him even harder. He noticed in horror that these creepers had thorns on them, digging into Shadow’s skin, and into his own. He ignored the pain and tried to call out to the other hedgehog again.

“Shadow? No no no, come on, stay with me man, I’ll think of something, just-”

-don’t leave me here alone. Don’t leave me with nobody else to remember our world. Don’t leave me without a reminder of what I’m fighting for, what we’re fighting for. Because we’re in this together, Shadow. So don’t you dare think I’ll give up on you.

He couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say any of it. Because as the vines reached the top of his head, coming to a rest at his ears, Shadow, with one last push, forced the chaos emerald into Sonic’s hands. His face held no emotion anymore, but his mouth formed one last word.

“Go.”

And then Shadow turned towards the advancing Halycon, and Sonic knew, instinctively, that it wasn’t Shadow moving anymore.

[starishome]

So… the 97% of the chapter one of the fic just disappeared from my laptop and I can’t recover it, fantastic! I’m really sorry so have this little fic for comfort (tagging @enchantedchocolatebars because Madeline (Amelie) is also hers!)

“Stop making that face,” Madeline replied while putting on red lipstick, “that's why I'm your only friend.”

"I don't care, I don't need friends, I need my diary back," answered reluctantly the human. "Wait... Did you read it?" If Madeline read his diary he was finished. There were not only his investigations, there were his deepest thoughts.

“For Titan, what kind of witch do you think I am?” Madeline laughed.

Philip approached her, it was wrong to be with a girl completely alone but he didn't care. She had to get his diary back. The human stopped right in front of her and said, “What do you want?”

“Excuse me,” Madeline said, a little blushing for having him so close to her.

“I already know you. You're going to say you won't give it back to me until I do something. What do you want?" He ask sternly.

The witch would be lying if she said she hadn't felt something, she liked hearing the boy's voice when he got serious, she loved it.

"Kiss Me"

Silence, there was an agonizing silence that seemed like hours.

Philip blinked several times, trying to process what the witch had told him, his face turned red and he quickly walked away.

“What the hell are you saying!?” Philip exclaimed, in a second his heart was racing and his head was spinning.

"No! Wait… I didn't mean that! Well, actually, are you afraid? No! Oh Titan…” Madeline put her hand on her face, she couldn't be dumber.

The feelings she had for Philip were already clear, she felt more than friendship for him. Why was she so impulsive? That's why her father scolded her as a child for how reckless she was, now what is she going to do, Philip is not going to talk to her again and is going to-

“Fine…” Philip spoke, taking the witch out of his thoughts.

"What?" The witch thought she had heard wrong. “What did you just say?”

Philip approaches "I'm not afraid, a kiss won't do anything to me, that's it... just a kiss" his cheeks and ears were still red and he looked to the side.

Madeline gulped, had her attraction ritual worked? Why had stubborn Philip agreed to something like that?

“Uh… i-if you say so…”

-/-

"What are you doing?"

“You're too tall, I have to stand up”

“Wait, I have an idea.”

-/-

“What the hell are those two doing up there?” Evelyn said to flapjack, who only responded with a squeak.

-/-

“I think I…” The hunter gently grabbed the witch's cheek and moved a little closer. He was a calculator, always thinking before acting. He would never admit it, but deep down he wanted this.

The witch felt a shiver at Philip's soft touch, her face was burning from how red she was. She moved a little closer and put her hands on the hunter's shoulders. Was she seriously going to kiss the boy she liked?

“Heh… I had to try my new lipstick somehow…” she spoke to lighten the mood, it worked, because she made Philip laugh.

“Umm, here I go…”

Madeline closed her eyes and moved closer, Philip did the same. They were so close to each other that they could feel their breathing...

And so it was, the first kiss of a self-proclaimed general witch hunter was with his greatest enemy, a witch. And a witch's first kiss was with someone who was trying to hunt her.

The irony of life.

Although neither of them felt bad, it was actually okay, it was a clumsy kiss of course, but it felt magical. Something like in the books.

“Hey guys~ Do you want cookies!?”

Evelyn almost dropped the plate of cookies from her hands. “I'M SORRY, I-I DIDN'T MEANT TO INTERRUPT ANYTHING.” The redhead frantically tries to grab the doorknob. “J-just keep doing your things. YEAH! Just…ignore me. “I’M TALKING TOO MUCH, I’M LEAVING NOW!”

-/-

Flapjack perched on Caleb's shoulder, who was carrying a delicious plate of salad. The blonde put the plate in the center of the table for any of the three to reach.

“So…” Caleb spoke. “What did you do while I was gone?” He ask with a smile.

“…” Philip did not speak.

“…” Evelyn did not speak.

“Uh… apparently I didn't miss much.”

[wandering-free-and-queer]

3, 7, 12 and 20! polytheist asks >:D

Oh you want me to THINK? You want me to use my BRAIN??? You are EVIL Cheshi lol

3: Is your practice more ritualistic or casual? What does it look like?

Oh my practice is extremely casual. I always hated the strict religious upbringing I had. "You do it this way, or else!". Nah fam, that's not cool. Everyone is gonna have their own way to worship, have faith, and perform religion (Yes I believe religion is a performance, but that's for another time lol). Anyways, I don't generally do much in the way of ritual because that's so much fucking work. I prefer just kinda chilling with Nyx on the full moon and calling it a night lol.

7: What does your ideal altar look like?

Chaotic, unhinged, and personal. I don't need it to be set up perfectly or invoke certain vibes, unless trash fire goblin is a vibe lmao. I really just put whatever on my altar I think fits. Right now, unfortunately, my altar isn't exactly what I want, because I don't really have space and the last time I set up an altar, Goose knocked it over. She was a brand new baby then, but even so I'd rather play it safe. I have this great cabinet at my parents house I plan on repainting and using when we have a house of our own. Its a really great size, glass doors so I can see what's inside, and bonus: cat's won't break any glass bottles on my altar lol. Rn I just have this very cue little moon shelf about 3 inches wide on a windowsill.

12: How important is mythology in your practice? How much credit do you give it?

I mean, mythology is the sourcework of all of my beliefs. I wouldn't have found Nyx, Hekate, Athena, and Artemis without Greek mythology, Bast without Egyptian mythology, or Loki without Norse mythology. Do their stories have any bearing on my beliefs? Not really. Them being the deities of their respective realms is all I really need. I know Nyx as the night, Hekate as magic, Athena as wisdom and intelligence, Artemis as the protectress, Bast as the keeper of cats, and Loki as chaos. How I interact with them is more based on my needs, versus what they have "done" in the myths that survived. Myths aren't any bit literal, just like any other religious text. We as humans are always interpreting things based on our own preconceived notions, our own beliefs, and that's not always what the original source intended. In fact, I'd argue that any human interpretation of the divine is automatically wrong. No single human belief can 100% be accurate. We will all have our own ideas of how things work. I, as a singular person, should not put any undue influence on myths that I personally think are worth "more" just because they are considered to be valid religious texts (cough cough Christians and the Bible cough cough). Myths are stories. They're fun, its fun to imagine our deities in various human scenarios. But the Divine are much more complex than their myths. I give the myths the same level of credibility I would any other that indirectly influenced my way of viewing the world. I wouldn't be who I am without the sum of the things I've read and learned over the years.

20: List a few of the deities you worship and associate each with a quote you think represents them best!

Oh lordy, you're killin me with this one Chesh lol.

Nyx: "I see the moon and the moon sees me/Nyx bless the moon and Nyx bless me" (see what I did there lmao?)

Bast: Specifically the same noise my cat makes when shes singing in the mirror. That it that's the quote lol.

Athena: All that bullshit about "tomato is a fruit but you don't put it in a fruit salad" lol. Also "Ho don't do it... oh my god" for whenever I do something (even mildly) foolish lol

Loki: OKAY SO little bit of backstory here: when I was just getting into my paganism, I was in a really shitty spot in life, physically, mentally, you name it. I came up with this phrase to help get me through it, and I generally proclaimed that anything wrong in my life was because of Loki (AS A JOKE, THEY LOVED IT). The quote was: May the deity who looks upon me in disdain look upon you with favor. It got me through shit, still does, and I still love Loki, even if they aren't my main deity anymore.

CHESHI YOU ROCK

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

When you graduate summa cum fraud from Trump University

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Trump confirms he wants to be dictator.

December 7, 2023

ROBERT B. HUBBELL

          In a pair of interviews, Trump and his former aid, Kash Patel, have confirmed that Trump will be a dictator “on day one” of a second term and that Trump will use the CIA to “come after the people in the media who lied about American citizens, who helped Joe Biden rig presidential elections.”

          In one sense, both statements require context and explanation. In another, they do not. A statement by a presidential candidate that he “will” be a dictator—even for a day—is the most virulently anti-democratic statement ever made by a presidential candidate. No context is needed. Nor is any context needed for a statement that the candidate will use the CIA to “come after” the media if he is elected.

          Although the statement was made by Kash Patel on Steve Bannon’s podcast, Trump has not condemned the statement or otherwise distanced himself from the sentiments expressed by Patel. Trump has, therefore, adopted Patel’s statement about using the CIA to exact retribution on media outlets in the US.

          My purpose is not to alarm readers; rather, it is to urge readers to hold the media accountable for their task of describing Trump as a self-proclaimed aspiring dictator in every story they write about him. A new poll? Describe it as a race between an aspiring dictator and the incumbent president. Inflation is a concern? Describe inflation as secondary to an economy ruled by a dictator. Concern about immigration at the border? Remind readers that the Constitution delegates control over immigration to Congress, not to the president—and certainly not to a self-appointed dictator.

          Trump has confessed that he desires to be a dictator and intends to use the CIA to harass American journalists and other citizens—violations of the statutes and regulations that govern the CIA. Those are the indispensable facts about Trump in every story written about him henceforth. If it is not, journalists need to be held to account for their dereliction of duty.

          Trump's admission that he will be a dictator “on day one” of his second term came in response to a soft-ball question by Sean Hannity asking (begging) Trump to deny reports that he seeks to be a dictator. Hannity asked (twice),

Do you in any way have any plans whatsoever if reelected president to abuse power, to break the law, to use the government to go after people?

In response to the first request, Trump answered in the affirmative (indirectly) by saying, “You mean like they’re using right now?”

          Hannity came back to the question a second time, and Trump said,

Except for day one. I want to close the border and I want to drill, drill, drill. . . I’m going to be, you know he keeps, we love this guy, he says, ‘You’re not going to be a dictator, are you?’ I said, ‘No, no, other than day one. We’re closing the border and we’re drilling, drilling, drilling.’ After that I’m not a dictator.”

See CNN Politics, Trump sidesteps question when asked if he plans to abuse power if reelected.

          Trump's word-salad answer is nearly incomprehensible, but he twice confirmed he would be a dictator “on day one” to close the border and authorize drilling—presumably unbounded any statutes and regulations.

          Here’s the problem: There is no such thing as a “dictator for a day.” Once a president overthrows the rule of law, he is a dictator. Period. Full stop. That is the indispensable fact in every story hereafter about Trump.

          Kash Patel served as a functionary and chief of staff in the Department of Defense near the end of Trump's first term. During an interview on Steve Bannon’s podcast, Bannon asked Patel if he could “deliver” if Trump appointed him as head of the CIA. Patel responded,

We will go out and find the conspirators — not just in government, but in the media. Yes, we’re going to come after the people in the media who lied about American citizens, who helped Joe Biden rig presidential elections. We’re going to come after you. Whether it’s criminally or civilly, we’ll figure that out. But yeah, we’re putting you all on notice, and Steve, this is why they hate us. This is why we’re tyrannical. This is why we’re dictators.

See The Hill, Bannon, Patel say Trump ‘dead serious’ about revenge on media: ‘We’re going to come after you”.

          As Trump did in his interview with Hannity, Patel admits that Trump and his minions aim to be “tyrannical” and “dictators.” Again, Trump has not condemned Patel’s statement or sought to distance himself from his ugly threats to violate the Constitution.

          The flurry of press coverage over Trump's dictatorial aspirations in the last two weeks is a good start. And so is the collective rejection of fatalism that has accompanied much of the coverage in the past. Charlie Sykes of The Bulwark has changed his pessimistic outlook of last week (apparently in response to reader pushback). See Charlie Sykes, The Bulwark, The Case Against Despair.

          Sykes writes,

Alarm can either motivate or it can debilitate. It can focus the mind for the fight or depress us to the point where we’d rather simply go off to tend our gardens. And that’s how democracies die.

          Sykes concludes, “Trump is not our destiny.”

We should be clear-eyed about the threat Trump presents. We should believe him when he says he wants to be a dictator. But we don’t have to believe he will win. Indeed, he is on a losing streak of historic proportions. He is the only presidential candidate to lose the popular vote twice. He is the only president to never have a favorability rating above 50%. During his tenure, he lost the House and the Senate. His endorsements are electoral kryptonite. He mounted a failed coup and insurrection; he has been indicted four times for his crimes. His businesses in New York are under the control of a receiver.

          We can beat Trump. Yes, we must act with the urgency that his threats demand, but we must also be disciplined and confident so that we do not cause despair or panic. Recognize that many people are anxious. If you can, be a leader. Model courage and confidence for others. And be realistic—which includes not exaggerating Trump's prospects or powers. The Republican Party is a mess, held together by greed and threats of mutually assured destruction. They are eating their own.

Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter

[mrfandomgage]

With a smile, the wedding officiant says, "Gage and Alex, having proclaimed your love and commitment to one another in the eyes of these loved ones, and with the power vested in me by the Church of Latter Day Saints, I am happy to pronounce you and wife! You may kiss".

Gage and Alex move their right hands in coveted in silver bands to each others left cheek. They draw themselves closer, to a small crowd of happy family members and friends, and kiss one another. Their families cheer for them, with a small but joyas applause. Gage and Alex with eachother in hand step down from the podium.

"It's dinner time now, right?" Gage asks Alex.

"Hell yeah, food!" Alex cheers quietly to Gage.

The wedded couple properly meets each other's families, even though the couple expect to find similarities in their families, they're still happy to properly meet them. The furry people having a little difficulty being treated as the odd ones out in their own universe. Lynn being pet on the head by practically everyone who walks by him. Goat and FemGoat's ears being slightly tugged on. Anyone with a tail longer than a foot was stepped on several times as people were new to properly compensating them as they walked. With all these inconveniences, they still had a rather good time.

Alex and Gage get eachother food. Alex passes Gage a chicken salad with some Italian dressing, and Gage passes Alex a steak with double baked stuffed potatoes. They enjoy their time together along with their dinner. Goat and Rags sit along with them, chatting. Goat joking about Rags wearing real pants, Rags mocking how loose Goat's clothes are. They have a good time.

After time passes, Gage sits passenger watching his wife drive. Alex looks over and sees his smile from time to time.

Gage asks, "So, where are we going?"

Alex answers with a giggle, "home of course!"

Gage laughs, "are we going a long way, or?"

"Oh alright, I wanted to go to somewhere a bit special before getting home".

"Oh a surprise?"

"Yes! Uh... would you also be alright with some sword fighting?"

"Which kind?"

Alex takes a moment, "ooohh. Gage, C'mon you weirdo".

"I mean, I'm fine with either one so long as it's with you".

"Mmm maybe we can do that other one behind locked doors, I want you to get use of that old sword you haven't used in years".

"Years? I thought that was last week".

Alex chuckles, "please stop, you know what I mean".

Gage sighs, "yeah, I know, I'm just a bit nervous".

"It's going to be alright".

"Thanks dear".

After a few hours drive, and some improve road karaoke, Alex parks her car next to a lake in the mountains. A clear night's sky reflecting the stars. Alex opens her car's trunk, taking out her katana and Gage's falchion. Gage steps out of the car. Taking in the view. Alex passes him his sword.

"Oh damn, this old thing?" Gage questions, looking over the sword.

Alex giggles, walking towards the water, "yeah, I didn't run you into the ground with it, but I did take it".

Gage walks towards the water following Alex, "So how strong are we playing? Human?"

Alex walks on top of the water, thinking, "Maybe. Maybe just follow my lead".

Gage follows to the water, "your dress looks beautiful, my dear. How long will we be out here?"

"Maybe just an hour of practice, and after, show me how to use hammers the way you do?"

"Of course, and I love the dramatic setting, a starry field under my feet and above, I get to even see you twice in this lake".

"Aww, thank you, I love the sight as well, makes me think of you".

The two draw their swords in guard. Dashing across the lake, the swords clash, and the water splashes around. The two smile at each other, and truly begin their practice.

[scenekidfancams]

410 Local Diy, Hardcore and Emo - June 2023

I've decided I want to highlight more local bands so here's a playlist

Bedroom Floor - Six feet / Konso / bankai

(I couldn't chose one song because this band is so good)

Bedroom floor is a self proclaimed "Carroll County Emocore" band hailing from carroll country maryland. Featuring members of Blackened Hardcore band knifesplitter, Bedroom floor is a djent/metallic hardcore project. When I think of Bedroom floor I think of the best parts or djent, kaonashi and counterparts. The vocals while sometimes off key on bankai add a real raw emotional authentic feel to the song. Six feet is a mosh anthem filled with two step/breakdown riffs, splash fills and aggressive bass and guitar chugs, the songs compostion is perfect for crowdkilling and doesnt overstay its welcome. and Konso literally sounds like deathcore kaonashi which i love.

Genres - djent, deathcore, mathcore, and emotional metallic hardcore.

FFO: kaonashi, counterparts, reflections, sworn in, the contortionist (later works).

Tix for Bedroom Floor Show w/ MD Deathcore Giants In Dying Arms

Deep Rest - The Equalizer

Deep rest kicks ass while being more open than most bands about the police brutality in Baltimore and being Black in Hardcore. The violence at the hands of the police state is not really something to take lightly but Deep rest still serves it up in great way, through hardcore.

also these lyrics haunt me.

"You killed my brothers How the fuck should i act? You killed my sisters How the fuck should I act? I see empathy is what you lack Now its obvious you think its a crime to be black Life is hard enough A worry for generations to come".

Genres - Metallic Hardcore, sludge metal, beatdown metalcore, and political hardcore.

FFO: Kharma, Knocked loose, sunami, Queensway.

Facebook if you use that.

ICUP - very weird

this is a maryland noise pop and hyperpop project from scenekidsfancams very own emrldenvy and Kyle from notveryradio.

this is literally the most obnoxious shit and I love it.

FFO: Black Dresses, Death Grips, merzbow, weatherday, if grant kirkhope made bass boosted donkey kong music.

https://twitter.com/NotVeryRadio

Strangers - Empty (feat. tyler beam)

Elkton Band Strangers is if Spite had more nu metal weedlies and bounce riffs in their songs.

I highly recommend their track "empty" feat. tyler beam. The track just pummels you in the face with the most nasty caveman shit ever.

AND THE VOCALS HOLY SHIT

Genres, Deathcore, Nu-Hardcore, Nu-Metalcore, Nu-Deathcore, Beatdown Hardcore, Rap Metal.

FFO: /papercut, e-town concrete, king-810, and spite.

The flat stanleys - me vs. your friends

Sadly while the flat stanleys isn't a band anymore due to complications with frontman Brian Radin's mental health. the most inventive emo / folk punk to come out of Bmore and maryland at large was from them. me vs. all your friends comes from a really dark and personal place that I relate too.

Genres: Folk Punk, Indie Emo, Emo, Rock.

FFO: Modern Baseball, The front bottoms, Morning Dew

Thus Spoke Zarathustra - Artery Records could never

Based out of Elkton Post-Myspace Scene Deathcore band is one of the best bands in the myspace / scene deathcore revival bands. They have what A lot of bands don't complicated but catchy riffs and hooks. most bands do riff salad without at least making an effort to connect it. Thus Spoke Zarathustra are nostalgia but keeping it fresh.

Speaking on their last project. "The Sun Will Never Shine Upon Us" -

This Project was made for anyone missing that time in like 2007 when Emmure and suicide silence were selling the gold foil logo on their gym shorts in the back yard of some dude's house when no one wore deodorant when you wished they did. This goes out to anyone who can't wear that Medium sized Chelsea Grin shirt anymore because they are old now.

FFO: Chelsea Grin, The Black Dahlia Murder, Emmure, Suicide Silence, and In dying arms.

Genres - Myspace Deathcore, Brutal Deathcore, Scene Deathcore, Old School Deathcore. Deathcore. Nihilism, Nietzschecore, sad deathcore

Playlist - coming soon.

[mistmoose]

Tag 10 people you want to get to know better

tagged by: @doorfighter (thanks, this looks neat :3)

relationship status: married

fav color: black & blue

fav food: cucumbers, salad, pizza, fried chicken bites, yogurt

song stuck in my head: West Texas Wind - NEEDTOBREATHE because it's a song about life, growing up, growing old (together), and reflection that all culminates in a plea for mercy and overwhelming love at the end, for peace. (And yes, I immediately applied it to my fandom favs like Jason.) I've also got Empty Crown - Yas because, again, I had an itch for the same feeling but with that swirl of indecision and regret, of longing with no real sense of finality, almost as if the tempo suggests that there is salvation just out of reach. The lyrics don't but the FEELINGS that the song brings out and the fact that I immediately followed these songs up with Here's My Heart - Lauren Daigle makes it so it does (if only in my head). I'm not religious in any real sense but there are some songs that just reach out and grab me by the heart and this is one of them because it's proclaiming, loudly, lovingly, that the singer is just giving themselves, purely, to a higher power because that higher power is what they have clung to in order to move them forward, to help them LIVE, and they thank them, wanting to give them all of themselves and that speaks to me... just not religiously. It's 100% my romantic side grasping onto this song and turning it into a love song.

last thing I googled: The full name of a character from a video game I play because I wanted to correct a guy about it not being Susan but Seo-yeon.

time: 17:25 EST

dream trip: Okay, you have to understand that I'm a pretty contented homebody so my dream isn't really to leave the states or anything like that, or to really travel all that far, but two solid weeks of traveling around in a comfortable RV with my husband and cats, visiting deep forest campsites would be amazing.

tagging: @cupofangst @saltyshrimpzz @108garys and anyone else that wants to play along and only if you're comfy doing so. <3

[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

*vibrating excitedly and uncontrollably* well if you insist!!!!!!

warning for heavily implied child abuse and willful ignorance of abuse

Dylan shifted in his seat, staring at the knees of his scuffed jeans. He was always a broad kid, always the one who volunteered to carry things, but he looked so small right then, twisting the seatbelt wound around him.

“It’s not… like. It sounds.” He muttered. “Before I say anything. Alright? It’s gonna sound a lot worse than it is. But it’s not.”

I nodded, glancing over. His ginger hair was brushing his ears now- he’ll probably buzz it back down soon. Normally he doesn’t let it get this long.

“Okay. What does it sound like?” I asked, eyes trained on the dirt road ahead of us, fields of dry grass stretching to infinity on either side, all under a yawning, blank blue sky. It was gonna be a nightmare to unload the bags of flour when we got to the client- that’s why I had Dylan, though, to help.

He went silent. My stomach sank, calloused hands gripping the wheel tighter. I had a feeling what he was about to tell me- the same thing Brian and Andy had when they were his age.

“So, you know how Miss Willow is makin’ me the next mechanic for the farm?”

I nodded, eyes flicking over to him. Of course I knew. Everyone knew, about the boys that she’d had as apprentices over the years, how no one really expected Dylan to last, but if we didn’t have our equipment we couldn’t farm, couldn’t make money, and a degree in mechanics was a real rarity here-

“So we’re. Alone. A lot.” He muttered, staring out the window at the cows we were passing. When he was born, we’d just gotten our first cows on the farm- I remember that Dylan had cried whenever we slaughtered one. He’d always been sensitive. Awkward. A little lonely, in a way that forcing the other kids to play with him only made worse. His dad had tried to toughen him up, you know- but he’d stayed set apart. 

It wasn’t any wonder, really, that Willow had spent a lot of time with him. Shown him her tools, taught him how to use them. It wasn’t any surprise, when she took him on as an apprentice. 

Andy had ended up staying on the farm, afterwards. No one missed how his brow furrowed whenever he saw the two of them together, how he and Perlie had argued more and more.

“Last week. I think. I messed up.” He mumbled, slumping in his seat. “Real bad.”

The scenery changed as we drove into a roadside town- a small sign with some dying flowers proclaiming Welcome to Cornview, city of dreams.

“We need gas.” I cut in, just as he opened his mouth again. The tank was half full, but we had a full day of driving ahead of us still. Refilling couldn’t hurt. “You want lunch?”

He shrugged. “Not really hungry, Jo.” 

“Well.” I muttered, pulling into the gas station. “We’re gonna be driving a while. Get something anyhow.”

***

We got sandwiches.

They’re the boxed kind, lunch meat and egg salad. Soggy bread. Sad. 

Dylan’s sits on the centre console of the truck, his arms crossed and nails digging into his flesh. His mom is gonna fuss when we get back if he’s got marks. Then again, I guess she hasn’t got much a leg to stand on in terms of negligence. Not more than me, anyway.

“Joanna, when I was with Willow last week she-”

“You wanna play eye spy?” I said loudly, because- look. 

Look, I like the kid. Love him. But Willow is important. Too important for him to say anything, because if he says anything, then. Well, then it’s a problem. And you have to solve problems, you have to fix them, and Willow can’t be a problem because she’s just so helpful. What are we meant to do the next time the tractor breaks down? 

I can’t look at another kid and tell them to keep quiet, and so. He doesn’t have to say anything in the first place.

He shrunk back.

“Yeah.” He said. “Okay.”

I pursed my lips. He looked so goddamn heartbroken. But Andy was fine, wasn’t he? It wasn’t the end of the world. The sun would keep rising for him.

Everyone remembered how Brian up and ran the second he turned eighteen, hopped on a bus and never looked back.

Dylan was a good kid. A quiet kid, who didn’t like making a spectacle. He’d get through it.

***

By the time the sun set, we pulled up to the buyer’s house. God knew why some rich weirdo needed this much flour delivered directly to his house, but that was his business.

Dylan and I stacked the flour in his cellar, trying not to track any dirt in with our work boots.

“You ready to head back?” I asked once we put the last bag down, tossing my braid back over my shoulder. 

Dylan looked up at me, hesitance in his expression.

“I think so.” He shrugged.

“Good.” I waved him over as I strode out.

“Is it…” he trailed off as we got in the truck, slamming the door shut with a thump. “Is something. Wrong.”

I glanced over.

“Hey. This was fun.” I said, turning the key in the ignition. The truck thrummed to life, motor purring. This truck would have been in the ground years ago if it weren’t for Willow. “Let’s play eye spy again.”

He stared at me, doleful expression on his face.

“Is it me?” He asked.

I paused.

“I don’t know what would be wrong with you, kid.” I said, staring at the road ahead. I’m not cruel.

He didn’t answer.

“I spy… something round.” I started.

who wants to read the piece I did for lit class today

[scottybrock]

The Show - Beck/Jade/Reader

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC THAT HAS A POLY COUPLE IN IT, PLS DON’T ROAST ME

“Move,” Jade ordered, slamming her lunch tray on the table. Tori glared at her, but Jade was unfazed. “You kissed Beck during your first week here,” Jade reminded the thin brunette. Beck scrunched his nose at the reminder, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe at his lips. “That was because you poured coffee on my head!” Tori whined. 

You glanced at Jade, who smirked. “Be glad it was iced coffee,” Jade responded, roughly shoving her way between you and Tori. “If you ever try to put your dry lips near my girlfriend, you’ll have to worry about more than a cup of coffee.” Tori yelped as Jade slammed her hip against hers, but you welcomed the contact, leaning closer to your girlfriend. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” You grinned. Jade’s bright blue eyes lit up, and her expression softened. “Yeah, hey,” She grumbled. Beck shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hey babe,” He greeted. Jade rolled her eyes at him, but a soft smile spread across her face. “Whatever.” She grumbled.

Tori tilted her head, her brows furrowing. “How is it that Jade has not one, but two significant others, and I’m single?!” She whined. You exchanged a look with Beck, then rolled your eyes. Jade glared at Tori. “What’re you trying to say, Vega? That I’m hideous, so therefore I deserve to die alone?” She snapped. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her neck. 

Her glare softened as she turned to you. “Excuse me, I’m trying to scare the wazz out of Vega,” She murmured, trying to stop the giggles that were building up in her chest. You pressed another soft kiss to her neck, and she sighed, her tense posture relaxing, leaning against you. Beck leaned over and brushed his lips over Jade’s. “Yeah, but there are more… pleasant things that we can be doing with that time,” He smirked. You lifted your head from its comfy place to turn around and kiss him, your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. 

His response was immediate; he gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto his lap. Jade leaned over to scatter rough kisses along your neck, biting lightly at your soft skin. “Guys,” Tori cleared her throat. You ignored the waifish brunette, running your hands along Beck’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. Jade’s kisses and Beck’s tongue were doing things to you that weren’t entirely appropriate in a school setting.

With great reluctance, you slid off of Beck’s lap. His hands gripped your hips as if to hold you there, but seeing the determined expression on your face, he relented and gave your hips a final squeeze. Jade’s kisses tapered off, and you finally looked at the table. While you’d been occupied with your boyfriend and girlfriend, Andre, Robbie (plus Rex, but you couldn’t stand the puppet), and Cat had all found their way to the table. “Whoa,” Rex said. If he could, he’d be grinning like the little leper he was. “That was hot, babe.” 

Jade’s brows furrowed, a thunderstorm of emotions flickering over her flawless face. “Call my girlfriend babe again and you’ll lose an arm,” She snarled. Robbie shielded Rex protectively as Andre snickered. Tori looked on with an amused expression, a subtle smile curving her lips. Cat let out a high pitched giggle. “One time, my brother…” She started, then adopted an offended expression when your friends all groaned, nearly at the same time. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” She exclaimed. Jade ignored her, turning to Beck. “Get me coffee,” She demanded. You perked up, giving your boyfriend a hopeful look. Beck caved almost instantly. “What’s the magic word?” He asked playfully. 

Jade’s glare sharpened. “Now!” She snapped at the same time that you shouted “Please!” and offered your boyfriend a charming smile. Beck rolled his eyes at Jade, but bent down to press a firm kiss to her lips. Her expression softened, and she looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and uttered in a soft, sweet tone that she reserved only for you and Beck. “Please?” She requested. 

Beck’s handsome face lit up, a toothy grin settling on his lips. “Be back in a minute.” He acquiesced. As he walked away, Jade shouted after him, “Two sugars!” He turned back and gave her a thumbs up. Jade turned to her salad and began violently stabbing it as hard as the plastic fork would allow. You didn’t bother reminding Beck of your coffee order; after all, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years. He knew what to do. 

You were broken out of your reverie by Tori asking Jade if she could have a cucumber from her salad. Jade glared at her frenemy. “No,” She snapped. Tori pouted, sticking her lower lip out. “C’mon, I just want an itty-bitty piece of cucumber,” Tori whined. Jade rolled her eyes, then picked up her entire salad, aiming it at Tori. Tori shrieked, ducking for cover. Andre immediately grabbed his backpack, ready to make a run for it. Cat was oblivious, eating her pizza without a care in the world. Robbie let out a whimper. You just watched, waiting to see what your beautiful girlfriend was going to do. 

Much to your amusement, she didn’t throw the salad at Tori. She chucked her half-eaten salad directly at Rex, and by extension, Robbie. The salad hit the two of them, landing with soggy splat. Robbie’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. Jade glared at him. “That’s for calling my girlfriend babe,” She snarled. Robbie glared back at her, then immediately cowered away from her when he realized what he’d done. Without another word, he grabbed his backpack and his puppet and hightailed it away from the table. 

Andre and Tori laughed. You snickered, which brought a small smile to Jade’s flawless face. Jade raised an eyebrow at them. “I think you should leave,” She said, her tone matter of fact. Andre was well aware that when Jade used that tone, she wasn’t asking- she was telling. “Alright,” He acquiesced. “See you guys in Sikowitz’s class,” He stood, but Tori stopped him, furrowing her brows once more. “Why do we have to leave?” The songstress complained. Jade’s smirk sharpened. “Because,” She drawled. “While I no longer have a salad to throw at you, I have these,” With that statement, she whipped a pair of scissors out of one of her boots. 

Tori had a look of absolute horror on her face as she fled the table, with Andre following close behind her shouting, “Why’d you hafta ask why?!” Cat followed behind them, gleefully proclaiming, “Weee! I love running!” You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Jade’s lips. “Wanna tell me the real reason you scared everyone away?” You asked, your voice teasing. Jade’s perfect lips curled into a soft smirk. “Maybe I just want to spend time alone with my boyfriend and girlfriend,” She replied, shifting so that you could pull her closer, your legs brushing against hers, then finally entwining. You pressed a hand to your chest, your voice playfully mocking. “Jade West, whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

Jade’s gorgeous face lit up, her smile roguish. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot with you,” She murmured. Your cheeks flushed, and you nudged her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You teased, your lips brushing gently over the shell of her ear. She shivered. “Maybe when Beck gets back… We can go to the janitor's closet and ditch fifth period,” You suggested. Jade’s cheeks flushed, the redness contrasting quite lovely with the paleness of her skin. Her smile was uncharacteristically shy. “I’d like that,” She replied softly. 

Beck returned, balancing three coffee cups. “Where’d everyone go?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blush on Jade’s cheeks. You reached for your coffee, taking a quick sip. “That’s not of importance right now,” You replied, a devilish smirk appearing on your face. Beck’s other eyebrow rose; he knew when you had that look on your face, trouble wasn’t far behind. “Oh yeah?” He asked, handing Jade, who looked rather flustered, her coffee. “Then what is of importance right now?” 

Your smirk grew and you glanced over at Jade, who was squirming in her seat. “The important thing right now is that our girl has some needs that need to be taken care of.” You replied. A matching smirk flashed over Beck’s face. He turned to Jade. “Is that so?” He looked unbelievably smug. How could he not be, when he knew that he was about to fuck two of the most gorgeous girls? “Well, babe. How about we move this somewhere else? Wouldn’t wanna give anyone a show, would we?” 

You shrugged, your eyes glinting playfully. “What if I would?” You teased. Beck’s eyes darkened, and Jade whimpered in the background. Beck set his cup of coffee down and pulled you to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly once more. “Fuck the janitor’s closet,” Beck’s voice was low and gravelly. “We’re ditching for the rest of the day. I’ll give you and Jade a show you won’t soon forget.” 

Jade stood on shaky legs, and you and Beck pulled her in close, so that you formed a small circle. Jade’s fingers ran up and down your leg, causing you to shiver. “I don’t doubt that,” Jade smirked. “Never had a reason to complain before.” You nodded in agreement. Beck growled lowly, moving one of his hands to grip one of Jade’s hips as well. “I’ve got no complaints on my end either,” Beck remarked, his dark brown eyes practically pitch black with lust. “Now get your sweet asses to the truck so we can get to the RV, and I can fuck you both into the mattress until the sun comes up.”

You grinned slyly at him, then glanced at Jade. “Can I fuck Jade into the mattress, too? You can watch.” Jade shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine. She loved that idea, and it was obvious Beck did too, as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. “Get to the truck now,” Beck growled. “I’m gonna call us in sick. I want both of you in the truck and ready to go by the time I get back.”

“I’m already ready to go,” Jade grinned. Beck let out a soft groan. “Let me go call us in sick, stop tempting me.” Jade’s grin sharpened, and she collected the abandoned coffee cups. “We’re most certainly going to need energy to go until the sun rises,” Jade shrugged innocently. Beck grinned, then hurried back to the school. The lunch period was long over, but the fun was just about to begin. 

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you!” You called after him. Jade laced her fingers with yours, and the two of you began walking to the truck. Her smirk would have made the devil proud. “I like the way you think.” 

You grinned at her. “And I like the way you taste.” Jade’s cheeks flushed once more. “Ditto. I like the way you taste. Now stop talking, or we’re really going to have to start without Beck.” She grunted, opening the door for you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips in thanks, then slid into the car. Jade joined you seconds later, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer. She inhaled deeply, then snuggled closer. 

The driver’s side door opened, and Beck slid in. “We’re all set,” He told you and Jade. His dark eyes glinted with the promise of pleasure and love. “Are you ready?” Jade made a soft noise of affirmation. You grinned back at him, your eyes twinkling. “Always.” You replied. 

Beck’s smile widened. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: fuse x male reader

req: no | wc: 1.04k

summary: Fuse only wants a kiss. Or does he?

warnings: swearing, little suggestive

a/n: i dont play apex mobile but i’m counting the mobile exclusive agents. Don’t be confused, the other agents aren’t here. just explaining the 24

The next season of the Apex Games was coming soon.

“Hey, darling?”

“Yeah?”

Seeing it as a big occasion, Fusey, being the kind and rowdy man he was, decided to organize a little party. He had prepared much for it already: entertainment, a DJ, a dance floor for the DJ, booze, coolers for the booze, everything he could possibly think of had basically been checked off his mental list.

All except catering, that is.

Seeing as the venue was, well, his own home, as the host he couldn’t have some regular old Joe (as professional as he may be) cater his guests; not when he was able to guarantee a good meal himself.

The man was a lovely cook when it came down to food he loved. And what he loved most was a great–no, amazing barbie. He had made it his mission to make that barbie happen.

“There’s more meat coming off than peel.”

“Oh, shut up. It's not my fault you don't own a bloody veggie peeler!”

"Don't need one when the knife is just as good."

So here you were, just a couple hours before the party, leaning over a sink and peeling vegetables. It was just the two of you—the two of you making food for twenty-four people. 

There was sauce to make, salads to mix, veggies to cut. Man, the menu was large.

You might as well be demanding a chef’s salary from him.

Your fingers felt as wrinkled as a grandma’s. With all the veggies you had run under the faucet and the water that still clung to their skin, your hands stayed wet and wrinkly. You reckon they wouldn’t be as fucked if you were faster at peeling them. See, whilst Fuse was a great cook, you were far from it.

Your time in the kitchen had been spent somehow burning water, setting things on fire (the non-professional way) and spilling shit all over the place. 

As much as Fuse loved a thermite grenade, the arson of his own kitchen was far from enjoyable, which is why you were delegated the task of peeling.

While you could probably use a knife for violent ways, you could definitely not use it for the delicate work of peeling nonuniform veggies. But you wouldn’t admit that. Not that you needed to, anyway. The peel filled sink was enough evidence.

“What are you even doing over there, anyway?” You scoff, “I don’t see shit on the stove.”

“Keep your eyes on your own work, bludger.” He replies in a snarky tone that matches yours. “There’s more veggies a-waitin’ and they ain’t gonna peel themselves.”

You turn to him, blank look on your face, “Weren’t you just commenting on my work?”

“That’s different!” He proclaims.

You huff, “As if!”

“Look, I’ll be right back with something, and then I’ll get to work.” He gives you a pointed look, “Will that satisfy you?”

“Depends on what you’re coming back with.”

“Oh, trust me,” He chuckles, “You’ll like it."

"Better not just be breaking out the budgie smugglers."

He promptly takes his leave. Now alone, without him to entertain you, you focus back on your boring old work. Speaking of, it was a damn miracle that your fingers weren’t littered with cuts. Whatever guardian angel was watching over you today must’ve been the same one that picked Wally out for you, as much of a prick he was right now.

You were tired of standing still and straight for minutes on end. So, you hunch over, leaning your elbows against the edge of the counter.

You only realize how suggestive the pose is when Wally comes back.

In truth, you have only been thinking in your comfort's best interests.

“Woah, love, today is not the day!” His voice turns into a near whisper, “Or well, at least right now is not the time.”

You turn to him curiously, brow raised. “What d'ya mean?”

Instead of answering outright, Wally struts over with one of those stupid, charming smirks of his you've grown to love. Oftentimes it meant he was smug about something, and while you knew he was smug, you could tell he wanted to do something mischievous too.

You just couldn't tell what.

Though, if you had only an inkling of awareness, you'd have known.

"Oh, no, nothing." He says, even though you know he's absolutely bluffing. He leans with his waist against the counter, eyes already half-lidded. 

"Fair dinkum?" You mirror his stance, far from convinced.

"O'course! Could never lie to ya, love." He snickers, knowing his accent is rubbing off on you. Then, he pulls you in for a kiss. 

Needless to say, your current vegetable and knife are abandoned by the sink, and so are most of your curious thoughts.

It's only a short kiss, but far far from chaste.

"Not that I'm complaining, but," Wally seductively bats his eyelashes at you, which makes you laugh, "you're kissing me be-?"

"Because I love you, and," He draws back from you, flourishing his apron with a quick bow and the meaningless waving of his hands. "because of this."

The phrase Kiss the cook is plastered with big, bold letters on his white apron and accentuated with an eye-catching red kiss mark. You hardly remember buying it for him.

"Oh," You snicker. "well then, come here for another."

Wally doesn't protest. How could he? You kiss again. He relishes in the feeling of your lips, hooking his arms around your waist to pull you even closer. The contact is sweet and makes him feel warm; a toasty, cozy warm. 

As much as Wally wanted to stay, there was a party coming and sides just waiting to be cooked. Even though at the end of the day he could call you a better meal than his own barbecue.

When you part, Wally gives you a knowing look.

"Do we have to?" You whine.

"Unfortunately." He declares in a sing-song voice. "Maybe I should've let Mirage host again." He mutters.

As he'd hoped, you settle back into your precious position and pick up your work.

So, he finally takes his opportunity.

He could never let such a good booty left without a tender, loving smacking.

Smack!

"Ow, you ass!"

"Your ass, actually."

[ibrithir-was-here]

The New New York Times Best Selling Controversial Romance Thriller--as written by my 9 year old cousin at a birthday party we both attended.

Part 1

(Below is the bullet pointed recording I made of the story as it transpired, decided to keep the many diffrent ways I mispelled the protagonists names as I feel like it goes well with the general mood of the story xD)

Jeffery and Deliah, our protagonists

Jeffery is 17, turning 18, tomorrow 

We are treated to a  opening montage of Jeffrey doing every minute task he needs in order to get ready for the day, including waving to the bus driver

Jeffrey sees Deliah, the new girl, on the bus

Jeffery sits directly behind her in class

Jeffery wears  grill flavored body spray to attract Deliah

Delilah follows the smell of burnt hot dogs in confusion

Jeffery gives Deliah a note asking to be Best friends/his girlfriend 

Delialiah turns him down as she "doesnt know him and he smells like burnt hotdogs"

Jeffery gives her another note that says "you're so beautiful"

Deliah side eyes Jeffery 

Jeffery continues to follow her at lunch, where Deliliah only eats a salad, while Jeffery has a large unhealthy lunch

Deliah asks him to leave her alone and change body spray

Jeffery asks if she just wants to be friends

She agrees, and gives him new body spray

Jeffery says "rude"

In his head he says: "I like mean girls. She's my type"

In Deliah's head she says: "/he's so weird/"

Back at home Jeffery calls his mom in Hawaii, she is there on business 

Asks if he can hangout with Deliliah 

Mom remembers its his birthday, sends him a gift

Goes to her house "cuz she gave him her address I guess"

He has a Tesla cuz" all girls love rich boys cuz girls are all gold diggers" --apparently this is Jeffery's philosophy 

Upon seeing Deliah's mansion house he falls in love with the house, er, Deliliah

But he's not a gold digger cuz he's rich 

Deliliah is also rich

Deliah's dad calls that her boyfriend is here

Deliah proclaims very loudly "he's just a friend!!"

Deliah shows off her pool, balcony, hot tubs, personal spa, butler, chef (Gordan Ramsey) , petting zoo, aquarium, bar (a soda one), salon,private grocery store  and many king sized beds, 3 chandeliers, a couple hundred bathroom and  3 elevators 

They also have 6 cats, 7 dogs, 2 hamsters, 3 snakes, and 18 tigers.

Her bedroom has a dance club inside it, with 2 DJs

The pair decide to swimming

Jeffrey goes to the guest bedroom to changed into his swim suit which he had brought with him "just in case"

They decide to eat first at Deliliah's personal Walmart/Target/7-11.

Jeffery asks to see Deliah's cars, Deliah says they'll see it when they get to the massive garage

Deliah says "sorry if I'm showing off"

Jeffery, with hearts pulsing in his eyes from Deliliah's immense wealth (and presumably also from Delilah) says it's no problem

Deliah, previously established to be a billionaire is now revealed to be a trillionaire

Deliliah has Gordan Ramsey make Jeffery a sandwich 

Deliliah and Jeffery talk about how they love Gordon Ramsey and how well he roasted a vegan on his show, and how vegans should eat meat--apparently ignoring the fact Deliah has only been seen to eat salad so far

They go to a restaurant in Deliah's home after having a personal Gordan Ramsey sandwich, presumably still in their swim suits

Delilah orders a salad.

Jeffery orders chocolate pop tarts

We learn Deliliah has younger siblings

But none of them are home as they are not important

We also learn Deliliah is 16, turning 17, tomorrow

They finally go swimming, with Deliliah's many lifeguards, (in case they drown from swimming so soon after  such a big lunch)

The pool has many crazy slides

At this point we got called away to eat birthday cake, and the story was sadly put on hold, but Cousin promised to tell me the rest the next time we meet and I intend to hold them too it xD So look at for part 2 x)

[ascalonianpicnic]

Rhosill - Prosperity’s Shadow - “I have my rage, I don’t need anything else.”

Sylvari Thief - agender, he/him pronouns - aromantic pansexual

One of the unfortunate members of the sylvari secondborn, Rhosill was among those kidnapped and experimented on by the asura. Already large among the sylvari, the experiments and trauma left him a hulking, intimidating figure with an uncontrollable rage. Following a series hits taken on various asuran labs, Rhosill was asked to leave the Grove before he could bring war down upon his still young and unprotected siblings.

On his own and homeless, Rhosill’s travels took him first out to Ascalon, where he was adopted in by a farming warband. His time there was happy and warm, until another warband mistook him for human and killed his new family for it. He made sure to give them a proper burial, and to get revenge, before moving further north.

Still growing, he managed to hide himself among the norn fairly easily, though he was still a strange outsider upon and scrutiny, especially with how he glowed at night. He worked with a Dolyak farmer for a while, before getting chased off for sleeping with the farmer’s daughter. He picked up odd jobs here and there, charming some folks he met and infuriating others. Eventually, his travels took him to Hoelbrak and landed him in the lap of a small time thief named Rafe who was struggling to make it on his own. The two fell hard for each other, and not long after fell for a young woman named Allea. The three lived together in a simple but sweet life, before Allea just up and disappeared one day. She came back out of the blue a year later to her two disaster boyfriends, proudly proclaiming she had founded a new religion, and she wanted them to join her. So, of course, they did. And for a while, Rhosill stayed, working as the muscle of the group, learning how to snipe and fight and properly intimidate others. He kept growing, and his anger kept building.

One day, in town, he ran into an old face from the past, Ceara. She was fed up with learning the forge, so he pointed her south, towards the charr, saying she’d love their engineering techniques. And she reminded him that he too could just leave. Rhosill packed his bag that night and slipped away when no one was looking. He moved out to Lion’s Arch and started taking bounties for easy money. He also started drinking, finding it helped keep his anger in check, at least a little. And when he got sick of bounties, of scaring and killing and the city, he moved out, well away from anyone, and he found Ceara again. The two moved in together out in Dry Top. They were close, closer than Rhosill felt he had any right to be, but they were happy. They were. Then Omadd fucked everything up and brought out that Rage in Ceara... in Scarlet. Still, he loved her, so he followed her, and he helped her, for much longer than he should have. When it went too far for him, he left again. Ran away, like a coward, and right into Canach and his own revolution. It was another disaster, and Rhosill disappeared just in time to avoid any consequences or responsibility, and thorns he regretted it. He tried, once, to offer Canach a way out too, and Canach turned him down.

So Rhosill went back to Dry Top, to a little town called Prosperity, and he moved back into Scarlet’s old room and lab, now abandoned. And he lived there, helping protect the town from bandits, inquest, and anything the jungle tried to spit out. He became a local hero, making up for all the pain he caused one bullet at a time.

-

Rhosill is a trained sniper, and a bullet from further than most can see is always his first choice. Despite his immense size, he moves just silently so naturally that even putting a bell on him doesn’t make it easier to track him. He’s still brutal up close as well. He keeps a variety of knives and a set of pistols on him at all times, and he hits with all the strength and force of a hydra when fighting hand to hand.

He’s branched into a handful of friends’ universes and helps out in a variety of ways, from cooking genuinely delicious hearty meals for friends and loved ones, to helping train pact recruits. He’s developed a lot of skills over his long life, especially cooking, ranching, and herding. He’s got a big heart under all the pain and just wants to do some good for once.

(end notes: it’s always a little surprising to me that Rhosill is so old lmao. He started out as a bright yellow and pink sylvari gal, and then I went “what if cowboy” and made him over and into entirely new character. He’s the requisite started as a joke then got angst character. As mentioned in Astorin’s bio post, Rhosill features heavily in a universe that belongs to @mystery-salad with their commander Taomesin. Rhosill actually fills in briefly as commander and the growth he goes through in that universe with Tao makes me so soft.

Rhosill is also the character that made me love thief. I leveled him to 80 in preparation for deadeye when it was announced, so he could become the ultimate gunslinger uwu he is my beloved sad man I think he’s like over 8 feet now?)

[sxvethelastdance]

You know I'm sending you the shaolin boys for this ship meme XDD (whichever versions)

Okay so, this actually all works out because someone else sent me a LiuLao ask XD This post will be for our 2021 boys!

General:

Rate the Ship:   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last?: They'll follow each other to the netherrealm and back. I don't know what unit of measurement that constitutes.

How quickly did/will they fall in love?: A routine case of "I fell in love with my best friend." It took them until they both were grand champions to kindle their relationship.

How was their first kiss?: Careful and clumsy, but so sweet.

Wedding:

Who proposed: I wanna say that they did this both at the same time. They're dumb boys who are in love and too eager to get it out

Who is the best man/men?: Kung Lao is the best man ever :)

Who is the braid’s maid(s)?: Sorry, no braids here. Neither of them have enough hair.

Who did the most planning?: Planning to be together? Both of them!

Who stressed the most?: Neither of them! No stress if no wedding

How fancy was the ceremony?: Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (They're Shaolin, venues are not a necessity for sentiments shared!)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?: The whole of Outworld, Master Feng, literally anybody at all because their wedding was literally just the two of them proclaiming their love and the link that would bind them for the rest of their lives.

Sex:

Who is on top?: Kung Lao mostly. But see. Every now and again Liu Kang wants to take care of him and make him feel loved/appreciated. That's his other half, you guys.

Who is the one to instigate things?: You would think it's Lao but cmon... Look at Kang's temperament, you can't tell me he's not a dommy bottom. Seriously though, having Liu Kang initiate is the best way to put agency back in his hands. He's the one dictating the terms of this, choosing to give this part of himself to Lao because he's earned his trust. No one else could hope to get this close without getting burned alive.)

How healthy is their sex life?: Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they?: Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last?: Depends on the time of day, you know? Busy days make their encounters a flushed frenzy of punch drunk passion in the broom closet. Quiet nights make for a much slower pace

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?: Yep! E Q U A L I T Y

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. ( I want to say that while they are rowdy young men in the prime of their lives, they take things pretty carefully. Liu Kang's past is pretty fraught with rough handling, y'know? They would have to build up to that kinda play at a later point in their relationship if they did it- doesn't matter WHO is on the receiving end.)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?: No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally?: 0

How many children will they adopt?: 0, Mortal Kombat is a full time responsibility! No time for kids

Who gets stuck with the most diapers?: Kang, he's the temple medic.

Who is the stricter parent: I wanna say that hypothetically, Lao would be. He knows all the tricks.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?: Kung Lao in "Do as I say, not as I do" fashion

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?: Everybody packs their own lunch here, but Liu Kang helps

Who is the more loved parent?: They're not parents

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: Let's be real, Liu Kang would fit right in at a PTA meeting. The amount of snarky shade wrapped in courteous pleasantries.

Who cried the most at graduation?: Let's be real, they'd both be sobbing like babies.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?: Liu Kang

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking?: It's equal, Shaolin life! Kung Lao makes the more elaborate dishes though

Who is the most picky in their food choice?: Liu Kang. Once you figure out that you can actually CHOOSE what you're eating, you get some preferences yknow?

Who does the grocery shopping?: The food's locally sourced

How often do they bake desserts?: Not often, it's usually sweet rolls.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?: They're both vegetarians #Shaolinstyle

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?: Kung Lao

Who is more likely to suggest going out?: Y'know? I think they're both the 'dinner in' type. It'd have to be a friend that suggests it.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking?: Liu Kang. Not because he's a bad cook, but if you let him use his fire to save gas/firewood... Honey, you've got a big storm comin.

Chores:

Who cleans the room?: Both of them, the Masters demand it.

Who is really against chores?: Kung Lao, because he's a lazy daisy

Who cleans up after the pets?: Both of them, but mostly Kang because he keeps snatching up stray cats

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?: Okay, now that's just a question for someone looking for a lashing... Kung Lao-

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?: Liu Kang, he's a courteous host!

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?: Money? in my shaolin temple?

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths?: Kung Lao

Who takes the dog out for a walk?: They switch

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?: That's a good question! I wanna say that it's not often, because I don't understand the nature of holidays and Shaolin life. I'll have to get back to you on that.

What are their goals for the relationship?: To fight for the fate of the world, die for it if necessary. To go together, or not at all. It's a love that's born of two people who have had very few choices in their lives, choosing each other. They're the only choice they've got.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon?: Temple life/their internal clocks demand that they get up super duper early... Unless.

Who plays the most pranks?: Oh, you haven't heard about the LiuLao prank war? My friend.

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Sneaking Around | Chapter Three

The weekend couldn’t pass quickly enough, but finally it was Monday. Aelin was annoyed at herself for feeling this way; she wasn’t some lovesick high schooler. She was a badass, intelligent, collected woman. Yet still, she couldn’t help but feel butterflies when she thought of seeing Rowan again.

That train of thought was absolutely ridiculous for a thousand different reasons. But it seemed Aelin really did have a crush on Rowan, broody as he was. He probably didn’t feel the same. If he wanted anything from her, it was sex. He might not even want that.

Aelin needed to stop thinking about Rowan and focus on getting ready for work. She showered, put on a pantsuit and flats, and made herself a bagel.

By the time Aelin climbed into Ansel's beat-up truck, she had successfully erased all thoughts of Rowan. The friends carpooled to work to save gas on the days Ansel’s hours were similar to hers (as the bar was across the street from the office), and Aelin just knew this ride was going to end up in Ansel meddling again. Ansel was a good friend, and she could keep a secret, but Aelin didn’t want to deal with the teasing, and the looks she’d get anytime Rowan was in the same room as them. Not when she didn’t even know how he felt about her.

“So... have you talked to your secret boyfriend recently?”

“Straight to the point, aren’t you?” Aelin remarked. “I’ll say it again, I do not have a secret boyfriend. I hooked up with somebody, somebody you don’t know, and that’s all.”

Ansel sighed. “Why do you have to be so secretive? Who else am I supposed to harass?”

Aelin chuckled. “Elide seems a bit moony whenever Lorcan walks in the room. Harass her.” Lorcan worked at the local gym. He was another member of their dysfunctional little family.

“You think? Oh, they would be so cute together.”

“Do you know who else would be cute together?” Aelin asked.

“Who?”

“You and Fenrys.”

Ansel blinked. “That’s... would we really?” Aelin grinned. “I mean, not that I’m interested or anything, but he is pretty handsome. And funny. Very funny. Do you think he likes me?”

Aelin burst into laughter. “What happened to suave Ansel, who could pick up any guy who walked in her bar?”

“Oh, shut it. Tell me straight out, do you think he likes me?”

She thought for a minute. “I really don’t know. I guess I’ll just have to ask him.” Ansel seemed like she was about to protest, so Aelin added, “Don’t worry, I’ll be discreet.”

Ansel smiled as they turned into the bar parking lot. “You’re a good friend.”

“I know.” Ansel laughed.

They got out of the truck and parted ways, Aelin crossing the street.

She walked into the office building and was greeted by Elide, who worked as the receptionist. “Hello, Ms. Galathynius. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I hate it when you call me Ms. Galathynius.”

Elide smiled. “That’s why I do it. How was your weekend?”

“Boring.” Total lie. “Heads up, Ansel’s planning on questioning you about your crush on Lorcan.”

Elide frowned. “I do not have a crush on him. Did you do this?”

Aelin winced. “I had to direct her attention elsewhere. She was badgering me about something.”

Thankfully, Elide didn’t question her about the “something.”

Aelin went to the elevator. Fenrys and Rowan were already inside, and she remembered to be as calm as possible, despite the way her heart fluttered when she saw Rowan.

“Hey, Aelin. How are you?” asked Fenrys when she stepped inside.

She grinned. “Fine. I’m supposed to ask if you have a crush on Ansel.” So much for being discreet. Ansel would get over it.

Fenrys squinted. “Supposed to? Who wants to know?”

“That’s confidential.”

A smile blossomed on his face. “Does Ansel want to know?”

“I repeat, confidential,” replied Aelin. So far she’d ignored Rowan completely.

Fenrys declared, “Well, maybe I’ll have to ask her out, then.” Rowan chuckled. “What? She’s hot. Well, here’s my stop. Try not to kill each other.” Aelin glared at him, well aware her and Rowan’s feud was public knowledge. Little did they know.

Fenrys worked as an assistant on the fourth floor, so now Aelin and Rowan were alone in the elevator.

The doors shut. Rowan asked, “How was your weekend?”

Aelin flashed a smile. “Well, nothing very interesting happened. It was rather uneventful.”

He smiled back. “I can’t say the same. I had a remarkably exhilarating encounter this weekend.”

“Did you now? And what did this encounter entail?” Aelin couldn’t help but ask. Well, it seemed it wasn’t going to be ignored and forgotten. If it wasn’t for the camera, Aelin would have jumped him right there. How did he manage to tear away her self-control every time she saw him?

“Hmm, it involved a lovely woman. Somewhat aggravating, though.”

“I beg to differ! If anyone’s aggravating, it’s you.”

Rowan just gave that smile again and said, “Look at that; it’s my floor. Have a nice day.”

Aelin glared at him. The elevator doors closed, leaving Aelin alone. It certainly didn’t feel like this was going to be a one-time thing. And it seemed she’d grown to like bickering with him. She hadn’t felt like this since high school, when Dorian Havilliard asked her to prom. Aelin was such a gods-damned mess right now.

-

She spent the next few hours working diligently. It was only at her lunch break that Aelin allowed herself to think of Rowan again, and only because he was in the same room. The whole group had claimed the same lunch break long ago.

They were in the lounge, at their usual seats (Aelin and Rowan as far away from each other as possible). Lysandra, Aedion, and Gavriel were taking with Aelin about going out for drinks this evening.

“We went to the bar on Friday. You lot are alcoholics,” was Gavriel’s input on the matter.

Lysandra frowned. “We are not. We just like alcohol, that’s all.”

Aelin giggled. Aedion sighed. “Maybe he’s right. How did we get such good jobs?” he wondered.

Aelin laughed outright at this. “Who knows? Don’t question it.”

“Being an alcoholic is expensive,” proclaimed Lysandra. “We can take a rain check.”

“Why isn’t alcohol free?” Aelin pondered.

Manon had heard this last remark and said, “Why am I friends with any of you?”

They all cracked up at Manon’s usual bitchiness.

“Because you love us so much,” Aelin crooned.

Manon rolled her eyes.

By the time their short lunch break was over, the whole lot of them had traded dozens of jokes and insults. A usual day.

Soon after, a file showed up on Aelin’s desk that needed to be taken to the tech department. Rowan.

She took the elevator down and walked into Rowan’s office. He was sitting at his desk scanning over a document.

“Today’s report, Whitethorn,” Aelin announced, tossing it on his desk.

Rowan looked up and offered a sly grin. “Since when is delivering files in your job description?”

He’d caught her there. “Since I needed to stretch my legs.”

“Riiight.” Then his smile faded. He suddenly looked very nervous. “Hey, I was wondering if maybe... I mean... never mind. Forget about it.”

She plopped down in the seat across from him. “Oh no, tell me. Don’t be a chicken.” Aelin was very interested in what he had to say. She had never, in all her years knowing him, seen Rowan look so anxious. She felt rather good, as it seemed she had caused it.

He scowled at her, then said, “I had been wondering if you might want to go to dinner with me.”

Aelin’s eyes widened. “Like a date?” She couldn’t imagine anything else it would be, but it didn’t hurt to make sure.

“That was the idea. Look, I know you don’t... just forget I said anything, okay?”

“Ansel works late tomorrow. Pick me up at 7:00, apartment 3B.” And with that, Aelin stood and strode out of the room, leaving a very surprised Rowan in her wake.

-

By 6:00, Aelin had finished all of her work, and headed over to the bar to wait for Ansel. Elide accompanied her. They sat down with Lorcan, who must have just gotten there.

She hadn’t just been misdirecting when she told Ansel about how Elide was around Lorcan. Moony, yes, but also happier and bolder. And Lorcan seemed... nice. Lorcan was never nice. She was so going to set them up.

Aelin ordered a burger, as did Lorcan. Elide got a salad. “Seriously, El? A salad? At a bar?” was Ansel’s comment when she served them. “I have half a mind to kick you out.”

Aelin and Lorcan laughed, and Elide shot Lorcan an annoyed look. He quickly stopped laughing. Ansel waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Aelin, who cracked up.

“What’s so funny?” Elide demanded.

Aelin put on her most innocent look and said, “Nothing.”

Ten minutes later Aelin said, “Hey, Ansel’s done so we’re going to head out now. You two should stay.”

They both squinted at her. Lorcan gruffly replied, “I’m still eating, so I was going to stay anyways.”

“Me too,” stated Elide.

They gave each other embarrassed glances, then looked away. Ansel grabbed Aelin’s arm and dragged her out towards her truck. “Oh gods, they are so in love! How didn’t I see it sooner? Have you ever seen Lorcan look shy?”

Aelin laughed. “Never. Hey, guess what else I made progress with?”

“Hm?” she asked as they climbed in the truck.

“You may or may not be receiving an invitation for a date sometime soon.” Aelin grinned.

“You don’t mean... Fenrys isn’t actually...”

Aelin grinned. “Eyes on the road. Wouldn’t want to get in a car crash before Fenrys can ask you out.”

Ansel squealed. “I love you, Lin.”

“Everybody does.”

Ansel elbowed her. “Now all we need is to do is set up Lys and Aedion, find Manon a girlfriend, and get you somebody.”

Aelin stayed silent.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” A gasp. “You do have a secret boyfriend!”

“No. I’m just going on a date tomorrow.”

Ansel exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, Aelin. That’s great! Wait, did you plan it tomorrow so I wouldn’t get to see him? Because I know him?”

“I have nothing to say on the matter,” was all Aelin would say.

“That’s not fair. You have to tell me who. At least say if it’s the same guy you hooked up with.”

Aelin sighed. “Just to get you to stop pestering me, yes it is the same guy.”

Ansel, of course, did not stop pestering her. About her date. With Rowan Whitethorn. Aelin was only just processing this. Holy shit.