#i’m so broke but i’m actully

[honeyednights]

💘.

[iredreamer]

Hello Irene, what do you think of S2 lacking a redemption arc for Anne? I truly feel like this season tried to make us fall out of love with her and resent her, my heart broke a little when AW told her to just shut up. Makes me feel like AL is always doomed to end up with women who are ashamed of her, who tesent her "true Colors" (aka Anne really being as bad as everyone claims she is), and who resent her character. It frustrated me ngl

The season started quite good I think, looking like it was setting up a proper arc for Anne but then it all kinda vanished – I’m still processing – On one hand, If I try hard enough, I guess I can read a sort of redemption arc for Anne in the smallest things, on the other I’m scared it’s just wishful thinking and really those things are just waaaay too subtle to actully be of any meaning. I feel conflicted and quite lost. I probably need more time with the series but yeah...

It's been two (?) weeks and honestly this season left me so sad I don't even have thoughts anymore – the more I think about it the more I feel like it reiforces all the stereotypes about Anne Lister that lots of us tried very hard to break 3 years ago – the amount of times I’ve read posts, comments, notes, etc. stating that we should accept that Anne was a bitch or not very nice or just really after the money or whatever during this season is so so so sad... I don’t think it’s that simple, and it feels like we’re back to the most superficial interpretation of her life ever. Both in the show and consequently in real life (because people are incapable of splitting the two). And that saddens me.

[darkmulti]

Hey! please don't ruin your mood bcoz of some idiotic hateful anons, I honestly don't understand how can they spread hatred during Christmas season. I had an ask, feel free to do it later on if you are busy now. (NON CON JK, where reader is the wife of his mafia employee, JK is the mafia boss, he sees her during a company party and gets hell bent to get her. So mafia boss JK barges into their house and fucks reader in front of her hubby and then takes her away.)

-> thanks for the reassurance!

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> I do not condone this kind of behaviour. This is purely fictional!

⚠️: NON CON, MURDER

“Will do, Mr. Jeon. I’m gonna head home now. My wife’s waiting for me.”

“Don’t forget we have an event to attend at 8. Don’t be late and bring your wife along so we don’t look suspicious.”

Your husband nodded and left his office to go home to you

Jungkook has met you a couple of times

For him, it was love at first sight

today was the day he was going to get you

He planned everything perfectly

Jungkook knew how much you meant to your husband

Your husband would always talk about you

Not to Jungkook, but to his co-workers/friends

Jungkook would just over hear the great things about you

You were intelligent, playful, loving and kind

Not to mention, you were absolutely gorgeous

He had to avoid looking at you or else he would get a boner after seeing you in a tight dress that hugged your body perfectly

Jungkook needed you in his life

You would make him the happiest man in the world

Call him delusional, but he really thinks that you’re destined to be with him

8pm, at the event

There you were

You were wearing a stunning dress that complimented your skin tone

You looked like an angel that fell from the sky

The only thing that ruined the sight was your husband standing beside you, giving you love eyes and your ring finger occupied

Jungkook swore to himself that he will buy you the best of the best

He will buy you the most expensive and rare engagement ring

As well as wedding ring

He stared at you until you made eye contact with him

He continued staring, not caring anymore

Tonight, you’ll be all his

Your husband pulled you along with him, towards Mr. Jeon

You have to admit

He is a sexy man

His dominant presence makes you feel weak and needy

You noticed some sexual tension between you and him but always reminded yourself that you’re a married women

The sexual tension was probably just an attraction

After all, your husband doesn’t satisfy your sexual needs, yet you love him dearly

Maybe Mr. Jeon would be able to satisfy your sexual needs

However, you didn’t have the heart to cheat on your husband

He loved you endlessly

You couldn’t sleep with his boss

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear them calling out for you

“Ms. Kim, are you okay?”

“It’s actully Mrs. Kim, Mr. Jeon. Baby, are you okay? Are you not feeling well?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw when your husband corrected him

“Maybe you should take her home. She doesn’t look too well.”

“You’re right Mr. Jeon. I’ll take her home immediately.”

Your husband guided you to his car

You guys came home and your husband helped you change and get into bed

Though you were fine physically, mentally you were feeling like complete shit

You thought about cheating on your husband

Who does that?

“Baby, you should get some rest.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, love.”

You fell asleep in your husbands arms while Jungkook watched from afar, through the window

His blood was boiling, but he kept his cool

By tomorrow, you will be in his arms!

His team didn’t even try to be quiet

It was two against eight

They would easily win

Plus, your husband wasn’t a fighter, he was more of a reporter and hacker

They broke through the front door and came upstairs where they found you guys awake and panicking

Your husband was covering you with his body but it became less stiff when you both saw it was Mr. Jeon

“Mr. Jeon! You scared us! What is the meaning of this?! You almost gave my wife and I a heart attack.”

“My wife.” Jungkook mumbled, loud enough that you all heard

He was sick of it

“My wife and I a heart attack, my wife is waiting at home for me, it’s actually Mrs. Kim not Ms.” He mimicked

“From now on it’ll be Mrs. Jeon. Tie them down.”

His men grabbed your husband out of the bed and threw him on the floor

They tied him up until he wasn’t able to move

Two guards stood by him while Jungkook walked towards you

“Mr. Jeon let my husband go!”

“Can’t do such a thing. He’s in our way.”

“Who’s way?! He’s in no ones way! I don’t understand!”

You started backing away from him but your back hit the bed frame and he was already near your face

“He’s in the way of us. It’s better if I get rid of him. But before I do, I want to show him one last thing.”

Jungkook pulled you to the edge of the bed where you could see your husband on his knees tied up

He was looking up at you, screaming at Jungkook to let you go

At the same time, he wondered if he had done anything wrong to deserve this

You were wearing a silk top along with silk shorts

It was turning Jungkook on even more

Your hard nipples exposed

Your shorts exposing your ass cheek

He pulled your shorts and panties down

“Let go of me you idiot!” You screamed, fear taking over your whole body

He didn’t listen and rammed into you

You cried out loud and looked at your husband for help but he was looking down avoiding all eye contact

It was understandable though

Who would want to watch their wife go through that?

All you could do was cry and shake

You couldn’t protect yourself

All these men were armed and way stronger than you

“Listen to me, slut! I own you now, not your little hubby. You will be my wife, the mother of my kids! You will be my everything and I will be your everything, understood?”

You nodded your head and sobbed

“Good, now scream my name. Tell your ex hubby who you belong to!”

You didn’t listen at first

It was so humiliating

Your husband was on the floor, crying

“I b-belong to... you, Mr. J-Jeon.”

“LOUDER!” He yelled

“I belong to you! You own me! You’re my everything and I’m your everything! He doesn’t mean anything to me anymore!”

You heard your husband sob which broke your heart into a billion pieces

You never thought you’d be saying those words but in order for the pain to stop you needed to submit to him

“That’s my good girl.” He pulled you onto his lap and started kissing your face and neck, marking you

“Kill him now.”

One of his men pulled out a gun and shot your husband in the head right in front of you

“Now that I think about it. All you guys saw her beautiful body.” In a blink of an eye, Jungkook reached into his pocket and shot all his men

You kept your face in his neck, not wanting to see the bodies

Jungkook put his pants back on and wrapped you in a blanket

He carried you to the car and drove back to his place

No one has heard of you since then

[tommydarlings]

Never give up

pairing: Tom Holland x reader

warnings: none just lil bit sad again sryyy

w/c: 0.9k 

Requests: OPEN 

Summary: y/n has one Dream, but what is when her Boyfriend Tom doesn´t support her, Well then he has to face the consequences.

masterlist 

Today was a normal Saturday. But not for me. Today I go back to drama school where I have been going for almost 3 years and I am happy to be there every time and learn something new about the topic of acting. Probably some people now think, 'Why are you taking acting lessons when your boyfriend is a famous British actor?' You will sadly find it out soon.

"Hey darling, do we want to go now- where do you go?" Tom asked me when he saw me get dressed. When I turned around, he looked at me with a confused look. "Oh, I have acting lessons again today" His jaw clenched as he looked me deep in the eyes with an angry look. "Can't you even be there for me?" he shouted in my face. I went a few steps backwards because I don't even know this side of him... Tom is usually always the calm, shy and sweet boy, but like now I've never seen him before  and it scared me.

"What d-do y-you mean?" I answered to my boyfriend who was standing in front of me with a red face. "You've been going there for 3 years! And what has it brought you so far?! Right! Nothing! You'll never make it, okay? Pick another dream! "he shouted in my face.

I couldn't believe this monster just in front of me is my Tommy... Tears started to run down my face and my heart broke at the sight.

"But I-I support you a-also, why can't you support me?" I asked in a quiet voice. "Because you have no talent for acting y/n, maybe you can sing or dance but you can't act"

"Get out," I whispered. "What?" Tom replied with a nervous laugh.

"I told you to get out, now!" I started to rise my voice. He shook his head 'no' and did not move from the spot. "Okay, then were over" I said, making my way to the door.

"Yes, then go, without me you won't even survive an hour!" he shouted before I left the house.

But after about an hour you were still not back. Tom's parents and siblings went to his house and talked to him.

"She will come back again, but you have to apologize to her because what you did was not right," Nikki said to her son. But after 6 months you still haven't come back, and everyone has given up hope.

3 years later

"Why weren't you nominated for an Oscar Tom?" Sam asked his brother. "I honestly don't know, would have liked to be there," Tom replied with a tender voice.

"Can we still look at them because the nominations start now" said Harry.

"Yes, of course," Tom answered his younger brother.

 This handwriting = Reporter talking

 "Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Oscars 2024 in Los Angeles!" said the reporter into the camera.

"I'm jealous" Tom said with a sad look.

"Hey, next year, okay?" Harry replied with a laugh.

"I'm so happy and excited about the winners because I don't know anything about the winners!" said the reporter with a huge laugh on his face.

"But this year I have been honored to announce the winners and I just heard that it is going on!" said the reporter before he went to the stage in front of thousands of actors and actresses.

"Hello my dear ones, I hope you've all done well!" everyone laughed and replied 'yes'

"Then let's start!" the reporter said, starting with the nominations.

An hour has passed and the nominations are almost over.

"Now we come to the last and most important nomination!" said the reporter in the mic.

"Who do you think will win the Oscar?" Harry asked the other 2 boys. "I hope Robert Downey Jr finally gets one," Tom said with a laugh.

"I think it will be Samuel L. Jackson" Sam replied proudly. "They both deserve it!" Harry said.

"The Oscar for the best Actor or Actress goes to....."

"Please Robert, he deserves it," Tom murmured quietly.

„Y/N Y/L/N!“

Wait, what?!

You rose from your seat and went to the stage with tears in your eyes. You have worn a beautiful and large red dress by Giorgio Armani with red high heels and a red lipstick.

"She actually made it," Sam said after a few minutes.

"Yeah, she did, and now she's the best actress in 2024," Harry muttered. Tom was frozen. He couldn't believe that he said this disgusting things to you back then and now you're just about to take the Oscar for Best Actress 2024 in your Hands. He felt guilty.

After the people in the hall slowly stopped clapping, you started your speech.

"Hello and thanks for the applause. I promise you I won't talk much! I would like to thank my family and my friends who accompany and support me to this day. I want to thank the castings that i visited and especially they,they accepted me. And... to all those people who did not believe in me, Here I´am, as the best actress 2024 "With this sentence I finished my speech and went back to my place.

"You maybe won´t belive me, but i´m proud of her“ sighed Tom to his the Twins. „We know Tom“ answerd Harry.

„She actully made it“ whisperd Tom with a proud smile on his Face.

 a/n: I hope you like this one! You can Request anything you want! I´m writing about Peter, tom and Arvin :) ily, liz <3 

[lucy-dont-give-a-fuck]

The Snape Family AU

So, Tobias Snape isn’t an abusive asshole but a loving father and husband, and even if magic freaks him out, he gets it’s part of Eileen and Severus life so he can put it up with it.

Severus gets to grow in a loving home and is far, FAR, more emotionally stable and don’t take shit from nobody. He still is friends with Lily but she doesn’t become his whole world, his beacon.

James and Blacks still bully him because they are classists little shits but after the time the snapes, the blacks and the potters were called to the principal office because Severus broke James nose and kicked Sirius in the balls, things have calmed down considerably.

He stills go to Slytherine and becomes friends with Lucius, that changes his vision on muggles and blood purity a little, maybe becoming a spy himself???  Give me a screaming match between them, give me Severus screaming “I’m a mudblood, I’m a fucking blood traitor!”

He goes to study potions after Hogwarts and encoutering Lily after a long time and she tells him she is dating Potter. “Your taste in man sucks Evans”

Maybe he is the one scolding Lily after her failed dinner with Petunia?? Making her realize that there is a reason why Petunia is bitter and that James was a jackass?? He talking with Petunia who is angry and he actully understandidng how she feels???

Since he isn’t with the deatheaters anymore he nevers hear the prophesy and never tells Voldy, maybe he hears something from a second hand source. Maybe he stills tries to kill him and ends up creating a horocrux but Lily and James live.

[trishacollins]

His brief contact with Marco tended to leave him with more questions than answers, and his careful monitoring of the 3s had mostly just revealed that the transition to a 3 left them about 2ozs heavier, slightly readable on a giger counter, and with no significant change to body temperature.

So either whatever controlled them was very small or they all had a big lunch and stood too close to the microwave.

It was a frustrating dead end.

He finished encoding his log, noting that someone was approaching, lingering at a polite distance.

He closed the computer and slid it into his backpack, rolling to his feet.

The darkskinned girl was one of the Xs.

She startled backwards at his movememt, falling into a stance that was clearly ready for <i>something</i>, even if he didn't know what.

He froze on reflex, and neither moved for a moment, eyes locked, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

She shook it off first, almost visably. "Sorry."

"It's fine." He answered, reflexive, resettling his bag.

"How did you get on the roof?" She asked, careful. Like he was a wild thing.

Weren't her parents vets or something?

"Picked the lock. You?" He retorted

"Came up through the unlocked door." She shrugged, smiling a bit ruefully. "It gets opressive. Doesn't it?"

He considered her for a moment, studying her jeans and boots. "I guess. It doesn't seem like a small town, but it feels like one sometimes." He answered, cautious.

"You have no idea." She laughed, shaking her head. "It seems like everyone knows everything." She walked to th3 edge of the roof, looking down at the courtyard. "Aren't you afraid someone will find you up here?"

"No, I broke the camera and nobody ever looks up." The Xs had noticed him because the 3s had. The 3s were a much larger group. The Xs were probaably only the six he seen.

"They don't." She laughed, as though he had said something funny. Her arms extended slightly at her sides, and he had the absurd notion that she was about to fly away.

"So what can an imported trouble maker do for you?" He asked, dry.

"Just curious, I guess. It's a small town. Like you said." She grinned at him and stepped back from the roof.

Nosy.

"Well, it was at least a plausible lie. The Xs lied like humans, not like the 3s.

"It's kind of a weird thing." He observed, absent.

"Hm?"

"The whole sharing thing being school sponsored. Seems pretty religiously aligned. D'you figure they're Mormans?"

Her face tensed for a split secone, he would have missed it if he wasn't looking for it.

"The guidance councilors keep telling me they're the answer to all my troubles. What kinda place can fix everything?" He contuined, still watching her.

She was very, very still.

"Have you checked them out?" He asked, keeping his voice light and lively.

"I'm not much of a joiner." She mumbled.

So. The Sharing was connected to whatever the 3s were doing.

"Yeah, me either."

She relaxed a fraction, before overdramaticly startling when a hawk landed only a few feet away and started messily disembowelog a mouse.

She wasn't actully startled.

Weird.

He remebered that he probably should have been too late, and caught a wide eyed stare. "Definitely Don't have to worry about pigeons here i guess." He said. Finally.

"We should go." She reached to grab his arm, and he stepped backwards on reflex.

Real panic showed on her face as his foot hit nothing bit air.

[fandomfan2000]

Can't get in trouble if you don't get caught.

Over view

This is a small fanfiction I'm creating about lilith and Eda's past for fun.

Not sure if I'll continue or not but figured it would be cool to try my hand at writing.

Update: this is an old fanfic I forgot to post and before we got the confirmation lilith was older then Eda, keep that in mind

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"Edalyn why can't you be more like your sister?" The condesending voice of her parents desended down on the young witch. The bushy red head glared at her feet she could feel scalding pinpricks of heat building up behind her eyes. Eda bite into her lip, hard. She knew if she cried her parents would just take it as another opportunity to lecture her about how womanly emotions will only hold her back and how real witches don't let there emotions rule them. "Your disgracing the faimly name with your reckless behaviour. We expect better from you in the futur." Her parents finished thier lecture with twin disapproving glares and curled lips. Eda could feel her stomach curl and squirm with shame and guilt. Eda kept her head hung low letting her bushy mane cover her eyes. "I was only having a bit of fun..." came the meak reply of the young witchling. Her parents turned there backs to her stiffly. "Go to your room Edalyn were locking you in there door till you appologize ." They hissed through clenched teeth. Eda wanted to argue to yell and scream till thet listened but all she could do was swallow to soothe the lump that had been forming in her throat. her feet felt like two lead bricks as she shuffled out of the kitchen. As soon as Eda was out of earshot though she bounded up the stairs hot tears runing down her face. On the way to her room she bumped into her sister knocking the books out of lilith's hand and practically toppling her over. "Hey, Eda watch -" lilith exclaimed but the sentence died in her throat though as soon as she saw her sisters puffy red eyes and pained expression. "E-eda...?" The little sister was lost for words. Sure lilith had seen Eda upset before but never like this. Eda ignored her sister and continued running up the stairs to her room were she slamed her door closed with such ferocity the hall way shook and bits of plaster broke of the walls.

Eda fell into her bed balling her hands into fists to keep from screaming. "Maby if they actully spent time with me and Lily I'd stop pulling pranks" the young witch thought to her self. It was a well established fact that thier parents rarely spent time with them outside of disciplining them and making sure liliy and her stayed ontop of thier school work. It just wasn't fair of them to demand she stop something she loved doing, when they were never around in the first place. Her body shook ever so slightly as she held back a sob. "They like liliy better. It's always lily this and liliy that and look what liliy did be more like liliy" Eda's thoughts spat hatefully. Eda sighed "it's not her fault she's perfect." After a few minutes of quiet Eda sat up leaning her back against the cold bedroom wall. She thought she had gotten her emotions under control and that the worst was over but as we all know the worst thoughts, the most deadly ones come when everything is still. "Maby if I'd been a better daughter Mom and Dad would spend time with us .... maby then I wouldn't have been cursed." Eda paused and let the thought sink in. "Theyll never love you Eda. Why even try and be better. This is all your fault". The voice inside her head told her. "You deserve this." Eda sniffiled, her bottom lip quivering. "Not true, not true" she argued "Moms and Dads should love thier kids unconditionally and I hav'nt done anything wrong.... nobody gets hurt by my pranks." "Exept you, of course." The voice said mockingly. Before Eda could argue further she was interrupted by the creak of her door as it cracked open. Lilith stuck her head around it nervously "hey... " liliy said as she inspected Eda's floor "You, ok?" She finished her sentence looking Eda in the eyes for reassurance she could come in. Eda nodded and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Ya... It's nothing just our parents being dumb...." Eda said notchalontly, waving her hand to emphasize how little she cared. Lilith sat down beside Eda and grabbed her hands gently in her own. Eda couldnt help but noticed how small they were. They were so much smaller then her own hands but filled with a warmth and gentleness that made Eda feel safe, like she could just be herself. "You wanna talk about it?" Lily asked squeezing Edas hand. "...no" Eda admitted honestly but as soon as she saw lilith face fill with concern she continued "but I could tell you about my latest prank! It was hilarious, you should've seen old bumps face...". Lilith smiled, she was just glad her sister wasn't so sad anymore and was acting normal again.

[wthcew]

The Soulmates Who Aren't Soulmates

Chapter 9

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This chapter is a bit longer than the others hope you will like it 🙃

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Hot air was against his skin and his hands were pulled in an uncomfortable way, except for that Tim could feel anything. His tongue was heavy in his mouth and all he could taste was iron and he couldn't feel his legs. His head hurt and he was struggling against the drugs in his body. He was fighting to open his eyes but they felt like they wegihed at least a millions tons at the moment.

He tried to make his eyes open by thinking about awful things but it didn't helped, the opposite actully, every thought that run in his mind made his eyes screw more. So he let himself relax. It was hard but he has to, it could be the thing that will make his eyes open so he would be able to look at his sourrondering.

And that's what he did for the next 15 minutes. His head hurt less and he started to feel his legs again but his hands still were in an uncomfortable and he still tasted only iron in his mouth and then he found out that his sense of smell didn't exactly worked and now it dose.And that was what made his eyes open wide and he almost puked.

The strong, disgusting smell of pee made him open his eyes and almost empty everything in his stomach.

He tried to breathe only from his mouth while he looked around.

Everything was dark so Tim waited until his eyes Get used to the darkness and when they did he was in some kind of basement, he still had his suite on, his hands were tie above his head and he was on a ruined mattress. Next to him was a sleeping guy with brown hair and he was in a suite.

'It's Shawn Stefan.' said the voice in his mind. And made Tim think about what the hell happened.

He remmbers the meeting. It went kind of well, Shawn was diffrent from his father, he knew that: "No" dosen't mean: "Yes, I will tell you about what we are working on right now in WE even if that's secret right now." Which is a really nice thing.

So they talked a bit and when they were about to leave... That's when everything start to get fogging in his mind but he could guess what happend: They got drugged and kidnapped.

And the kidnappers were nowhere. At least nowere Tim could see.

He looked up at the ropes around his hands and he knew that he could run away at any second but: 1. He isn't red robin now, he's Tim Drake-Wayne (Even through he dropped the Wayne name long time ago.) and 2. He would have to help Shawn as well. But he can't trust the bats to come for him. And superboy or kid flash can't come to Gotham just to save him. But maybe the bats will come to save Shawn. And then Tim would have to explan how he got himself kidnap and he already heared Damian's voice in his head' Insulting him for getting kidnap, something he didn't even had control on.

He closed his eyes and slowed his breath, wishing it would dim the horrible smell a bit.

He tried to think about everything but his mind always run back to the first time he was kidnapped.

He was seven years old then and his mom was so disappointed in him. Although it took him couple of years to understand that she wasn't upset with the fact that he was kidnapped but by the fact that he let that happen. Which was a horrible thing but he expected that. After all he was what she called: "A rotten child" and he got that. He still think he is rotten, not as much as in his childhood but enough to make his so called family hate him and replace him without thinking about it.

He understood that. He isn't good enough to be one of them. He is the stand in and the replacement and the pretender. They expect from him love but he can't expect it back. He did it once and he can't do it again. It was a really big mistake to think that he would be part of their family.

'Okay brain. Stop that. I need to think about good things' He scolded himself and started think about his friends.

Coffee.

Taking photos.

Dogs and cats.

Memes that's Kon and Bart sending him.

Dick and Jason.

The titans.

Wait. Wait. Dick and Jason? Tim does love them but why the hell did he listed them in the good things? They did a lot of things to hurt him.

'From the other universe dumbass' The voice inside his head said and he agreed. Those guys were really nice and he wishes he could see them one more time.

Stuck inside his mind, running memories and good things that happened to him in his life, madw Tim slowly drift to sleep.

He was sitting on the top of a building he didn't recognize.

The sun was right in the middle of the sky even though they were in a black-blue shade. The wind waved his hair away from his face and made it fly wildly over his scalp.

Next to him was his thermos, full with hot coffee. He smiled as he took a long sip and hummed with the sudden song that filled his head, Tim closed his eyes and breathe in the fresh air.

Suddenly he was thrown from the roof, the headphones ripped off of his ears and the sun desperate and he was absorbed in the black-blue shade of the sky.

Suddenly he was in front of Dick, who smiled at him a cold smile.

The darkness and silence surrendered them as they looked at each other.

"Why are you here?" Dick asked and his voice was even more cold than his smile.

"I fell from that building and-"

"No," Dick stopped him and raised a hand to stop Tim from talking. "What are you doing in Gotham?" And now Tim saw that the darkness was Gotham.

"What do you mean what am I doing in Gotham? I live here."

"I thought we talked about that Tim. We don't want you here."

Tim heart beat faster and faster as Dick kept talking: "We left you alone because you're rotten"

"Dick I promise to try harder please don't leave me alone" Tim hates it. Once again people can't stand him because of his rottenness. Because he's horrible person who can't help anyone. He looked up at Dick and then he noticed that they were in the cave. Dick was wearing the bat suite and the memory of Damian in Tim's suite was so bright in his mind. And Dick was trying to abandoned him.

"You promised you wouldn't leave me" he said and he could feel the cold hold of the betrayal griping at his heart.

"Tim you need help," Dick said from under the mask, his voice still cold. "I will send you to Arkham and you would be fixed"

"Dick you don't even listening to yourself! I'm not broken there's nothing to fix! I just want to understand why you lied!"

"Because you're rotten Tim! No one will ever wants to stay with you! Not when we have Damian and Jason. You're not part of the family. We don't want you and your rottenness!"

Dick said 'The family' but Tim was sure he meant 'My family' because Tim isn't part of them. He never was. And he understands that, he doesn't wants to be himself and he doesn't want this rottenness.

And then Dick turned around and left Tim to himself. Alone. Trying so hard to stop the tears from spilling out.

And he falls again. All the air in his lungs stolen with a silence scream that fell from his mouth. Air that he needs so badly right now that he finds himself drowning.

He can't move fast enough ant it seems like the water trying to hold him in place -like ropes- and he can't recognize what's up and what's down.

What if he will find his end here? What if he won't see his friends again?

No. He can let that happen. That why he tried to swim to somewhere, and he realizes it was down when a body hit him and carry him all the way up. To safety.

When they broke the water line all the water disappeared and Tim rolled over to his side, spitting water and coughing, his whole body shaking with it.

When he got a grip on his breath he started to stand, his legs and hands and basically all his body shaking from the cold wind that suddenly came, and his eyes met with blue-green eyes. Jason.

"I should've left you there to drown," Jason rough voice greeted him. "Just because you came back to Gotham. We told you a thousand times we don't want you here replacement. For all we care you can die"

But Jason just saved him. Jason saved his life just couple of minutes ago, that sure means that he dose care if Tim dies or not. That also why he let himself talk:

"But-"

"I just saved you because I myself was drowning. I never would have do it by choice. If you ask me when I shoved a batarang into your chest I should have shoved it a few more inches, and I wouldn't be worrying about you fucking everything up with yours rottenness" Jason interrupted him with a harsh truth.

One that made Tim's heart broke a bit before Jason's form melted away. Leaving Tim looking with shock at the spot he was in just seconds ago

"Drake" Damian's voice was strong in the silence and the darkness that once again surrendered Tim.

"You Imbecil," Damian walked throughout the darkness and was now right in front of Tim. "what are you doing here?" His voice was full of hate

"I know, I know I'm not supposed to be here" He dosen't exactly knows why all of them coming to tell him that but he doesn't really care of what Damian have to say, the kid never wanted him around. No matters the fact that he really wanted a little brother.

"Than what are you doing here?" Damian's voice cut through his thoughts "I have no idea" He answered and looked at the boy. And just wait- Where did that katana came from?

"You aren't supposed to be here" He insistent, the katana in his hand was now the only source light in the darkness. And that did nothing to help Tim.

"I know but I can't get out of here" Tim did tried his best not to scream, not to let the frustration get to him but everyone have a red line.

"Then perhaps," Damian's voice was cold, emotional less. "I should help you with that, before you infect other people with yours rottenness"

And there was a 'woosh' sound and a light that moved so fast that the human eye could barely sew before Damian disappeared and Tim fell on his knees, his hands tigh against his belly and his vision goes white with pain as he realized that Damian just stabbed him.

The realization that he was just stabbed by someone who was supposed to be his brother wasn't so knew for him. After all Tim would need more than four hands for counting how many scars his so called family gave him.

And yet here he is, in the darkness, all by himself, trying to keep pressure on the stab wound. Like he never learned a shit that was marked in glowing fucking yellow.

"Tim?" It was Bruce. His eyes were closed and he was suffering from pain but he knows it's Bruce.

"Please Bruce, help me" He have to take the chance. He have to know if there is at least one person that like him at least 0.01%

And apparently there's no one.

"No," Bruce's voice is hard and cold at the same time.

And of course it would be a 'No' who wants to help the rotten child? No one, that's who. Everyone afraid of getting infected by the rottenness.

"You disappointed me," And ouch. Tim really tried not to and yet he always manage to do it. "You came here. Because of you my family my be infected with your rottenness"

*he tears roled down his face because at least Dick tried not to remind Tim of what he could have had if he wasn't rotten.

Bruce started to go away. Taking with him any help that Tim could have had.

And now he was alone again. In the big empty house.

All by himself. Again. Waiting for people who aren't going to come. Apart from the fact that this time he would die.

"Tim!" Someone said, probably someone else that would leave hin alone. "Tim!"

"Tim!" He waked up while Shawn tried to reach out to him.

"What?" Tim said with sleepy voice before he remembered where they are.

"Thanks God! You're fine!" Shawn's cheerful voice was full with relive. And almost made Tim forget about the dream he had. Almost.

Dry lines on his cheeks informed him that he probably cried in his sleep. Which was.. Embarrassing.

He focused on Shawn's face and tried once again to avoid the horrible smell of pee.

"Where are we?" He tried to make his voice terrified and Shawn seems to bought it because his face soften and he smiled a friendly smile at him. "It's will be fine. Don't worry, it happens to me every month, I'm sorry that it happened to you too," his voice was soothing and his friendly smile was still on his face.

"What do you mean it happens to you every month?"

"Oh umm.. My big brother didn't get the family company so every month he kidnaping me just to remind me thag he control everything. But don't worry, he leaves me alone and then I just free myself and go to my way. So you don't need to worry about it, I will get us out of here"

"Okay, I trust you but why aren't you going to the police? They're supposed to help"

The man smiled at him, his green eyes shining "Because he is my brother. Even if he doesn't think about me that way. I love him and I don't want him to get in troubles with the police"

Tim get that. He really does.

"Family drama" he muttered and Shawn smiled widely at him, "Yeah. Family drama."

After a couple of minutes, that Shawn struggled with the ropes (Tim hate thw fact that he isn't supposed to know how to get out of this), Shawn managed to get out of the ropes and went to free Tim.

When his hands were free Tim thanked Shawn and Shawn ruffled his hair with lots of affection.

"Listen, I know it probably sound wird and all but can tou not go to the police? It still my brother after all and I'm worried about him. Plus if you need someone to talk with you can call me. I have your email so I will send you my number. Okay?"

Shawn smiled once again at Tim's node and said "I really hope we will be friends. Without sounding creep and all, you just seems really nice and friendly"

"Yeah me too" Tim said even though he knows he is rotten and he will probably ruin Shawn. But Shawn's smile warmed his heart and he is really nice. Plus Tim really wanted a friend in Gotham. If what happened in his dream will happen in reality at least he would have someone here.

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"We don't need your help" Bart said again. Hoping that this time the bats would understand.

"Tim is a bat-"

"No." Kon interrupted Dick in the middle of the sentence "Tim isn't a bat, he wasn't one so long and none of you had a problem with that. So don't you dare say that. Tim isn't a bat, he's a titan"

"Yea, he's our robin" Bart added just because he saw the ruined look that was now on Dick's face on Tim's too many times. And it was because of Dick (Well more because of all the bats but Bart really dosen't like Dick for hurting Tim more than anyone else has).

"Don't say it. Timbo is part of us and the titans. You can be both" Jason almost screamed. Tim's friends came to his and Dick's home and demanded to know what happened to Tim because baby bird was missing two days and none of them knew where were his safehouses in Gotham. Which was also his and Dick's problem. And the teens refuse to tell them why was Tim in Gotham (After Jason asked it he cursed himself for asking it. It was baby bird's city too.) or to take any help.

Those stubborn assess told them to go to hell while they would find their robin and then they would take him home and no. Apparently home isn't Gotham.

And it makes his blood boil with anger because yes. Gotham is home to any bat. No matters ehat others say, and now Timbo isn't a bat but a titan.

"Bart" Kon said suddenly. Stopping Bart from saying another horrible but probably right thing about how much the bats suck.

The speedster was next to him and the super whispered something in his ear, making the others eyes wide and with a single nod they both werw gone.

"They have information about Tim" Dick said, his voice was steady but the moment Jason looked him in the eyes he saw how much Dick suffer from this, and he understands this. He wants to hug baby bird right now. Keep him between him and Dick and just hug them both.

Jason wants to atone for his attempts to murder Tim, he wants to ask for forgiveness about everything that he ever did wrong to the precious teen.

He wants to scream because he was sure the clone and the speedster just went to grab Tim and disappear with him.

Without even realising it he was warping his hands around Dick and hugging him. Dick buried his face in the socket between Jason's neck and shoulder, he let out a shuddered breath as Jason's hands moved in soothing circles on his back.

After a couple of minutes Dick pulled away, as much as it hurt him. And he just looked at Jason and "I have something super important to tell you but I'm kind of scared about how you would react"

"You're braking up with me?"

"No. Hell no. I love you so much, and I want you to know it because I have thought about this for so long and I'm pretty sure about that"

Jason was really siruos now, even though he smiled and kissed Dick's hand, muttering "I love you too" into the skin, making Dick smile.

"I-oh God how am I supposed to say that?"

"Dickie just say it"

"Okay, okay." Dick breath in and then whispered fast "I'm pretty sure I love Tim too. The same way I love you."

Jason froze. He wants to yell "What the bloody fuck" but instead his heart started to do flips. He was sure that Dick didn't thought about Tim the same way he did. He was one hundred percent sure at that. But.. if he dose love him..

Dick heart skipped a beat. What if he did the wrong thing? What if Jason would break up with him because of it? What if Jason would hurt Tim because of that? He forced himself to shut those thoughts down.

"Jay? You good?" Dick voice was panicking "Yeah. I'm good big wing." He saw Dick relax a bit and then "You don't need to worry, I'm pretty sure Tim hates me anyway and there's no way I'm going to cheat on you. Nope. I just wanted you to know so.."

"Dick"

"Yes?"

"What if I told you that I feel the same way? About you and Tim I mean"

Dick screams. Jason never thought he would hear someone scream from happiness. But here he is.

"So you with me on that right?"

"Yeah, of course"

And Dick pulled him in for a deep, breath taking kiss. Just in time for a motherfucking blue light to lit on them and then there's othee them again and Damian (with a big scar on his left chick that somehow made him look older but something in his face told Jason that he was younger than their Dami) in their bloody living room.

"What the bloody fucking hell?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth"

"Hey other me! Hey other Jay!" Other Dick smiled and waved them and other Jason crossed his hands on his chest "We are here for Timmy. You know where he is?"

Dick (This universe Dick) shaked his head to signal no and this strange version of Damian let out a "Tt" while rolling his eyes.

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"We don't need your help" Bart said again. Hoping that this time the bats would understand.

"Tim is a bat-"

"No." Kon interrupted Dick in the middle of the sentence "Tim isn't a bat, he wasn't one so long and none of you had a problem with that. So don't you dare say that. Tim isn't a bat, he's a titan"

"Yea, he's our robin" Bart added just because he saw the ruined look that was now on Dick's face on Tim's too many times. And it was because of Dick (Well more because of all the bats but Bart really dosen't like Dick for hurting Tim more than anyone else has).

"Don't say it. Timbo is part of us and the titans. You can be both" Jason said with an inpatient tone. But Kon didn't even listened to him. Thehy came to this house just to know what happened to Tim because he was missing two days and they didn't knew where were his safehouses in Gotham. And so dose nightwing and red hood. And no matter how many times the bats asked, he and Bart refuse to tell why was Tim in Gotham (Seriously, no matter how much they hated the fact that their robin came back to this stupid city that he knows he doesn't have safe net in, hood is an idiot for asking it because it's red's city too.) or to take any help.

And Bart told them to go to hell while they would find their robin and then they would take him home and no. Home isn't Gotham.

But right now Kon ignores their voices and any other sound and now suddenly he hears Tim's voice. Loud and clear. Calling him.

"Bart" he said when he got the location of Tim. Stopping Bart from saying another jard truth of how horrible the bats are. And in less than second his best friend was next to him and he whispered the location in his ear, making the others eyes wide and with a single nod they both werw gone.

They found their's fearless leader sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, still in his suite. His hair was flying in waves from the wind and he looked up and smiled at them. "Sorry for worrying you. I didn't wanted to be kidnapped"

Kon and Bart talked at the same time with worried and a bit of annoyed tones:

"Are you serious right now?"

"What the hell happened?"

"Family drama. But not mine I just kind of got in the middle of it but on the bright side, I have a new friend"

Kon blinked. Once. Twice.

"Okay.." Bart said, fake coughing to hide the curious in his voice. "So we going home now" Bart looked in Kon's eyes that screamed 'NO' but he still opened his mouth "Andwemaybetoldthebatsthatyouaren'tabatanymore"

"What?!"

"We'll tell you in the tower."

And they were gone in seconds, Bart running to the tower and Kon carrying Tim like a princess and flying to the tower.

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Laying on hia back, with one hand supports his head he watched on nothing. Letting his mind run and his vision goes blurry.

Damian isn't really sure what to even think. He threatend Drake because of his bad behaviour and attitude to father only to find something that he never thought would have happen. To none of his family.

He may be keeping it to himself but he dose respect Drake. And even like his presence. Sometimes.

He can admit that Drake isn't as horrible as he thought. After all he brought father back.

And he can feel a burning fire inside of him. Looking at the celling in his bedroom. He likes it here. He likes to be in Gotham, by his father's side.

He understands a lot more things about himself now. He have friends and family.. So why does it feel like everything crushing down?

He runs his hand through Alfred the cat's fur again and his chest warm at the sound of the purr the cat let out.

He wants to know why is it so important to him about Drake's missing spleen.

He does enjoy Drake presence sometimes and he does respect him. But he doesn't get what all of this about. What dose the itching feeling in his heart means or why did he search everything about spleen less.

Why does he got so worried when he heard that Drake is missing and why he searched evry part of the city before father send him home. Another reason to hate the test he have tomorrow.

So that's why now he was laying on his bed, looking at the cell with Alfred the cat resting on his chest. And just.. Thinking.

What if he Drake dies?

What if he already dead?

What if he hates Damian?

What if.. What if Damian wants Timothy to see him as a brother and not a threat.

Damian isn't a fool, he knows he fucked it up when he first met Timothy. When Timothy greeted him and he took it us weakness. He knows now that it wasn't, of course, but Timothy was a threat against Damian place in the family back then, at least in Damian's head.

Now he's sure of his place in the family, and he can also see the hole in the shape of Timothy Drake in their family, a hole that they all choose to ignore by thinking that things are fine. But how dose they could even think that? Why did they thought that even though everything that they did, even though they all wronged Timothy, they still thought everything is fine?

Of course, he never doubted that he had a hand in the situation. But he knows that he is willing to make things right. With the hope that Timothy is willing to accept this.

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Tim laughed quietly while he watched Kon and Bart arguing for the fifth time since they got to the tower. And like all of the previous arguments they had this one was also on stupid TV shows.

He wasn't sure why they kept argument but it kept his mind from thinking about the nightmare.

He may have forgot to mention that when they told each other what happened. (He still was shocked that he and Shown were seated for two fucking days!!)

"Oh Tim I totally forgot!" Bart was behind him in less than second, squeezing his shoulders before he ran away again.

"What?" Was all he could say before Bart was back, back to Tim. Clearly holding something in his hands.

"Oh right!" Kon said, happiness filling his voice.

"All the other things are in your house in Gotham and she have things here too" Bart said, it was clearly to Tim that he wanted to talk fast but slowed himself.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're birthday past and we didn't had the time to give you your present!"

Oh. Tim actually hoped that they forgot about that.

"Just so you know, even if the rest are on mission right now it's from all of the titans" And with this words Bart turned around and Tim gasped with surprise.

Bart hold a tiny dog. The dog's fur was black and beautiful.

("Mother" said a seven years old him, smile that he couldn't fought was on his face. "Can I please have a dog? Please please please please-"

"Timothy stop it. Dogs are horrible and you won't have one as long as I breathe.)

"Tim?" They asked at the same time. And then Tim throw his hands around them both.

"Thank you so, so much" He said and the stopped fighting the stupid smile and just let it be.

"Kon I think we nailed it"

"So," Kon said when they pulled away and gave him the dog "How are you going name her?"

He looked at her face and then said "Pelea."

"And what dose this amazing name means?"

"It's wonder in Hebrew"

“Fitting.”

[letslovefood]

How did you know each other? How often do you talk? How do you tolerate the distance between you? Have you ever sent each other presents? Is nate okay now bc you said before he wasn't okay and he felt down ? Thanks for sharing with us. Bless you both and may God bless your relationship. Lots of love.

Nate’s answers are in blue, mine are in pink. Purple is a combined statement we both agree on

Nate and I actully met on an app so *oop modern love*. He and I talk everyday, all day. Sometimes I really miss him in the mornings, and I wake up earlier than him, I’ll call him. We call each other almost every night.

The distance is hard. Facetime helps, talking as much as possible every day help, but when you physically yearn for someone in your arms, and to hug them and kiss them... It really kills you. I cried last week cause Nate was down and all I want to do was give him a hug and it broke my heart that I couldn’t. We spend as much time together as possible, whether we watch the same tv shows or movies “together” or listen to the same album. We always find ways to spend time together even though we’re not together physically.

I set a picture of her (me) as my lockscreen so when I wake up I feel like she’s there cause she’s the first thing I see every day. I also hug my pillow at night and think of her (STOP I’M CRYING).

He’s sent flowers to my office, which he had to basically beg me to do, but he was so excited about it, I couldn’t turn him down. He also sent me the “N” necklace you see in my selfies, and he has a shirt for me but I don’t think he’s mailed it yet. (I haven’t 😂)

We talked about it, he’s still sad, but he’s just in the trenches of depression right now. He did make is very clear that it wasn’t anything I did though.

I’m still sad, I’m lucky I have my girl cause she’s the reason I wake up every mornin and the reason I’m still here. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.

[consistantly-changing]

Alright Steven universe finale.

I loved it.

I know homeworld bound was the beginning of the finale, but it was leaked, so I’m starting with “Everything’s Fine.” Started a bit slow, and it did have a bit of secondhand embarrassment which I didn’t like, but I feel like it was mostly meant to lead up to “I am My Monster,” similar to how the showdown in the original series wasn’t the entire finale. Steven pretending everything’s fine when it’s clearly not, and then collapsing in tears; I felt that.

Next up is “I am My Monster,” the showdown we’ve all been waiting for. First of all, the corrupted Steven theory was true! I didn’t actully expect that. At the beginning I was like “oh this is definitely happening” but as the season went on, I started to doubt. The fact that fans predicted his corruption after one promo was definitely something I found funny. This could’ve been one of the biggest twists in the show’s history, and the fandom immediately figured it out, and would. Not. Let. It. Go. So Steven corrupts, and everyone freaks, understandably. We see Ruby and Sapphire unfusing, and they immediately comfort eachother (I love them). Greg refusing to run because that’s his boy that’s in trouble, even though it’s dangerous. The diamonds arrive, and all try and fail to help (understandably, they probably only made the situation worse.) I think the diamonds kinda acted like a real family, like Blue and Yellow rushing to help White when she got KO’d. Then everyone starts to blame themselves. I don’t blame them, they’ve been doing that for a while now. I really liked White breaking down, and I do think she’s the most at fault (she built the empire) but Connie telling everyone to stop? Gorgeous. I didn’t expect the cluster to return, but I like everyone talking to him and saying how much they loved him. Not how much they needed him. Because Steven doesn’t need to be needed, he knows he’s needed. He needs to NOT be needed, but more importantly, to be loved. Everyone’s lines were perfect for their characters, between sad, funny, or a mix of both, even the cluster joined in, it was such a sweet moment. Family, friends, and everyone in between. When he broke down sobbing with lion, I was so happy. He needed that release, because he’s always been putting his feelings aside for others.

Finally, is “The Future,” the final part. It mostly served to tie up loose ends, which was good. Steven leaving was predicted, so it wasn’t a surprise to me, but I loved how it was handled. Connie helped him make a course, he planned on seeing everyone that didn’t appear in the finale, and Greg moved into his old room! Nice because Steven now has the van. The gems acting weird definitely made me feel weird, but I was so happy that they were just trying to be strong for him. When they all cried and hugged, I knew everything was going to be fine. I really liked Jasper’s ending. I knew we weren’t going to see her happily with everyone else, because she still has a lot to work on, but little homeschool is the perfect place to do so. That’s also what fanfiction is for. Greg’s line about Steven moving and himsettling down was also sweet. I loved Steven’s goodbye gifts to everyone, and the return of the cookie cats! Someone else already said something like this, but when things you like are over, you can create your own, and the more you do so, the better you will be. Which is a perfect metaphor to how the series ended. Also: CONNVERSE KISS!!!! I love them as friends and as a ship, that scene made me so happy. Also also: STEVEN HAS A THERAPIST HECK YES!!! I didn’t actually expect them to give him a therapist because this is a cartoon, but yeesssss.

Only gripe was I wanted more songs, maybe a full version of the end credit song? Also, missing nephrite (centipeedle) it makes sense that we didn’t see her, because she wasn’t in the rest of the series, but the dramatic irony (is that the right phrase?) of her helping him the same way he helped her would’ve been something my idiot brain couldn’t resist.

All in all, I’ve rarely loved a series finale more.

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

A long-ass response to nonnie dude

First of all, you said nothing about what made this cute guy accomplished. So he’s cute and has married rich? So what? What are his actual accomplishments? Has he mastered a difficult skill? Has he made himself a better person with more integrity or self-discipline? You need to rethink the definition of success. “Not to mention, I feel like a failure since I thought I had been doing better for a whole year” Doing better doesn’t mean “doing better than other people” or “doing better than random people on the internet who only portray the things that they want you to see,” it means doing or being better than you yourself were before. Congrats, you have succeeded! You’re right, time isn’t stopping. So you have two choices in life: 1) follow your passions and do what makes you happy 2) not do what makes you happy, and live and die miserable, regretting your life as you live it, and regretting it when you’re dying, and all the while you will be inflicted by guilt, regret, anxiety, and depression, etc.

And you’re saying that it’s too late to do number 1) because you’re already 26 and can’t earn money from it right now? (As if it’s not possible to earn money from it later!) I can’t formulate it into words how ridiculous it sounds to me that you can’t do what makes you happy if you can’t earn money from it. Is happiness only worthwhile if it comes with money? Lol, what sort of nonsense. “Reading and looking at beautiful works of fine art makes me feel elated and alive, but I can’t do it because it doesn’t make me money!” You see how nonsensical this is? (How many fics - or traditionally pusblished books - do you think would exist if people only wrote for money, not for the love of it?) You’re going to die one day, so what the fuck do you have to lose by doing what makes you happy? You have your life to lose by doing what makes you unhappy, btw. So you’re 26. Let’s say you live until 66, ‘cause I slept 2 ½ hours and did 3 hours of taekwondo today and don’t want to do any math - so you have 40 years left. 40 years (and you’ll probably live longer, if you take proper care of yourself) is enough to master several skills, or several instruments and several languages, if you wish to stick to only those two. Even if you only master them by age 65, you spent your life doing the things you love doing, so wtf did you actully lose by doing them? Also, why do you measure success by money? Isn’t doing what you love and developing yourself as a person, whether you ever get money for it or not, a much better measure of success? Or do you consider all the artists who were ahead of their time and died in poverty failures, or think they should’ve done something else since they never earned money from their art? If not, why do you have this double standard for youself? “I’m 26 now, but I feel I can never get away from my parents’ rules & influence.” That’s literally nothing but a feeling you have. It’s not actually stopping you, which you’ll notice if you actually do something outside of your parents’ influence. People are always justifying how they can’t do things because of some feeling or other, but it’s possible to have the feeling and choose to work from another part of you - a part that’s courageous, for instance, or passionate about music or languages. Feelings are irrational as shit, and you’d do well not to think you are your feelings, but look at them logically and as moods that will pass. I was really jealous a couple of months ago, but I looked at it objectively, deemed it bullshit, had several good laughs over how dumb my own feelings were, and did nothing about my jealousy except logic it away. I didn’t take it to heart - it’s just a feeling, a fleeting thing based on the experiences I’ve had in my life. It doesn’t really have much to do with reality. Your parents aren’t stopping you here with feelings - you are. Idk what your living or financial situation is, but if you’re only able to do what you love secretly, then fucking do it secretly. If it helps, I took until 30 (I’m 32 now) to figure out what I want. I absolutely wasted my 20s. I could now throw in the towel because of my age, and my life thereafter would be a fairly meaningless passage of time, going from one thing to the next. But time (my life) will pass regardless of what I do with it, so I can waste it or do something fucking useful with it, whether it brings me financial success or not. And let me tell you, I’m far happier broke and uneducated than my highly educated saving-for-a-house friend who lets her parents’ and society’s bs get to her, and determines success by external markers - marriage, owning a home, etc. She doesn’t like her job despite being educated for it: she chose it for financial security, which she isn’t even getting like she thought she would. She has so much anxiety and depression and feels like a failure because she’s not married and doesn’t have her house, despite her being way more successful than I am in all of these external ways. Measuring success this way will only bring discontentment, because there will always be people richer and whatever - but also because it’s external. I believe that real, lasting happiness comes from internal things - such as sense of accomplishment by skill acquisition, i.e. mastery; growing as a person via self-reflection, or devoting yourself to a cause bigger than you, such as a charity or art, etc. I think you know this, too, because you said music and languages instead of money and a good-looking partner! (Speaking of looks - you will be far more attractive when you speak several languages, sing, and play an instrument or two, whether you make a penny for it or not. If you live a bitter, regretful life, even if you’re a rich engineer, you will be less attractive, 'cause it absolutely shows. If you want to be more attractive, do what makes you happy.) Also, you are FAR ahead of most people because you know what you want. Most have no clue and thus spend their lives passively consuming and ignoring the fact that they’re wasting their lives in meaningless mediocrity. Your problem now is that, having achieved this knowledge, you can’t waste away your life and make-believe that it was well spent - you’ll know it wasn’t, because you know what you really want. So you can choose a life of increasing anxiety and physical & psychological sufferings, or simply do what you love. It’s that simple. Here are a few of my favourite quotes to end this long thing (whoops, sorry) with: “Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, in all the small uncaring ways.” (Stephen Vincent Benet) “You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say and think.” (Marcus Aurelius) “Your task is simply to find the one or few things that you can excel in, and then make it your primary business in life to excel in those ways. To do otherwise, to disregard the treasures with which you are at least potentially gifted, is simply to waste your life - a path to nothingness.” (paraphrased from an Academy of Ideas video - I highly recommend them, the self-improvement playlist is a wake-up call after wake-up call. I listen to them regularly and take notes. You can find Academy of Ideas on YouTube.) “You’re no longer a child but an adult. If you’re negligent and lazy, keep delaying and making a collection of one good intention after another, naming day after day on which you’ll start to take care of yourself, you’ll just go on without getting better, and you’ll live and die miserable.” (Epictetus) “We are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it.” (Seneca) “If you plan on being anything less than you’re capable of being, you’ll probably be unhappy all the days of your life.” (Abraham Maslow) “If we delay the changes necessary in our life to truly live a fulfilling life, awareness of our mortality will give rise to nagging and increasingly intense feelings of guilt and regret. We will have chosen the safe road - the road of death, and we’ll spend our remaining days fleeing from the fact that we’re wasting our life.” (paraphrased from an Academy of Ideas video, or from The Way of Individuation by Jolande Jacobi) (All of these quotes I took from Academy of Ideas, actually. Good stuff.)

DW: I think there’s some great advice in here, and--so importantly to the original anon--there are a bunch of us out here who think you’re doing an amazing job at turning your mindset around and learning to become more forgiving of yourself, and more proud of your accomplishments! 

[saltypepperspice]

Pokemon Sword and Shield Review (Rant if I'm being honest with myself)

This is the Pokemon game that finally broke me. The one where I began to realize that pokemon is on a steady stream of "do the same fucking thing. It doesn't matter. They will consume the product". That's not to say I didn't enjoy the game. I had fun. But it just feels like I've seen it all before, and even as they have tried to mix it up, they just do the same thing, which will bring me into my first major issue with these games

Dynamaxing. I remember right before I got the game I asked my friend what it did in combat, and all he said to me was "it's basically just mega evolution and z moves". He was right and it's really stupid. Dynamaxing is such a lazy mechanic because it's just what they did the last 2 generations, and they market it as one of the big changes that was going to revolutionize the way we think about the game. It wasn't.

The wild areas were cool. For 5 minutes until all I realized there was to do was to camp (which gives you meh xp), grind dynamax fights (which grows boring after like 2) and lose track of where you are because god damn it, theres a sandstorm. In the middle of a fucking grass field.

My main issue with pokemon is it's lack of new mechanics or gameplay styles to excite, it feels like they won't spend a lot of time trying to create a game so unique from the last that it makes it feel like a whole new experience with the series we love. I'm gonna use my favorite game as an example. Team Fortress 2. If you look at Team Fortress Classic, it looks almost like a spin-off for Counter Strike. But then you look at Team Fortress 2 and now it looks completely different. Style-wise and gameplay-wise, and it's because the game stands so unique from the competition that it's fanbase has carried on so long, pushing the limits of all the techniques. But pokemon is just the same thing day in and day out.

Not to mention, for a game that was 20 more dollars then Ultra Sun, it took me 10 less hours to beat (in comparison to a play through of Ultra Sun where I also knew how to do everything already, going from arra to area quickly) and had a lot less challenge. Ultra sun didn't have much but it did have a few moments where I needed to actully think if I was gonna win the battle. Shield had that once for me. I only even got close to a loss once, and that was post game too. Whenever the gym leaders dynamaxed they did these animations that made it feel like the next part of the battle was going to get really hard. But then it didn't.

Also fuck Bede. The guy starts off with an ego and ends with an ego. My friend told me he had a good redemption ark, but.. like no. He destroys a historic monument, loses permission to do gym battles, but then the fairy gym leader yeets that chance of an actual redemption ark, by having him disappear for most of the game, so he can reflect on his actions, and he just becomes a gym leader, who still had an ego.

Team Yell sucks (like, the weren't even evil or interesting. At least Team Skull actully has a redemption arc, and when they are evil, they are evil. They may not be good at it, but their trying, and I actully got some laughs from the way these characters acted as they went for a stereotypical gangster vibe, which worked. Team Yell honestly feels like there suppose to represent the bad side of the pokemon fandom, always shouting when someone questions whether the games are stagnating.

The story is saved for like the last 5 minutes of the game, and then the game gets stupidly slow, and it kills the pacing, once you become champion, you might as well call it a game and shelf it. I've only picked it up once or twice again, and that's because my friend wanted a battle, and then I grinded raid battles with him for a little bit.

Reasons why I think pokemon is going downhill from here.

1. National Dex controversy

2. Shorter game for more money

3. The animation is fucking shit. See the legendary dogs for example

4. This game is fucking easier then Lego Star Wars (at least I had to think in Lego Star Wars)

5. Very little puzzles, which are needed in these kind of games to cause some excitement.

5. New mechanics are just the same things but just repackaged

6. Why is it that none of the cities do anything to excite? That was the best thing all the way in pokemon black, just how memorable and extremely different all the locations were.

7. The music was alright, I still think Unova has the best beats, I've even heard some gen 1'rs say Black and White has some of their favorites. I remember the main battle theme and that's all. I heard the one Toby Fox did, and all I could think was "Yea sounds like something he would make"... and yes that is a good thing

8. I thought that this game was gonna be kinda of BOTW, with a big open world, one big free area and the cities were just attacked to them. But no. What we got instead kinda sucks.

8. I like gen 7, but it was hand holdy. But in gen 8, it's so linear it doesn't need to do so.

9. Pokemon is a franchise that completely relies on us to act like mindless drones consuming the product.

Pikachu has mastered capatalism, and he's gonna watch the world burn now.

Look. All pokemon really needs to do is to switch it up. They did a pretty good job of that in gen 7, what with totem challenges and the ultra beasts. It did a lot more to excite. So with that, heres a list of how I rate the pokemon games I have played. Best to worst (note my personal bias of being a Unova stan. Take that one with a grain of salt) also if I I had played several from one generation I'm gonna only name the ones I played.

1. Pokemon Black

2. Pokemon Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon

3. Pokemon Gold

4. Pokemon Red/Yellow

5. Pokemon Shield

6. Pokemon Let's Go Pikachu

[tea-and-cardigans]

Please, Let Me In

Macy x Harry (Charmed 2018)

Based on the following prompt:

Do take fic requests? If so can you write a little something shippy about last ep Charmed with Macy & Harry where Harry healed Macy's puncture wound from that insect demon but Macy still having nightmares about what was pumped into her through it & Harry comforts her & does full healing scan & they having comforting talk about both of their fears. She adorable bonding & being physically close for "whitelighter/white healing reasons" but actully it's more then that of course       by @angelfireeast

  Macy woke with a startle. Her sheets twisted around her body and her hand instinctively clutched at her side. She tried to catch her breath as her mind was still filled with images of the others trapped in the nest around her and the way that, thing, had crawled inside her, made her feel so empty.

It had been weeks now, since she had been trapped down there, her sisters, and Harry, coming to find her. She had been berating herself ever since for allowing herself to be taken. Even after the warnings that demons would be coming from all angles to get to her and her sisters. She had gone out on a date with someone she found on a dating app. It had been risky and not like her at all.

She leaned forward bracing her head against her knees, as her side continued to ache, where it had been injecting her with who knows what had been. The wound had healed easily enough. A fading scar the only physical sign that remained of her ordeal.

But, the memories seemed to continue to plague her. She hadn’t wanted to worry the others. Not when she was already trying to deal with the news of the darkness inside her and the strange mark on Galvin. Add to that the demon killing elders. Mel losing Nico, and Maggie. Maggie already thought that her life was doomed to be nothing but magic and demons, this would only feed that belief.  So she had kept it to herself, hoping with time it woud go away.

Besides, she convinced herself that it was PTSD or something, she had been captured and almost killed. It made sense that she was still having thoughts about it, trouble sleeping and flashbacks.

She winced as she got out of her bed, almost as if her scar was burning. She lifted the material of her pajamas gingerly as she examined the area carefully in the mirror, still nothing there.

It must be a symptom as well the phantom pain. At least that is what she tried to convince herself as she laid back down on her bed. She pulled the blanket tighter around her body, allowing the weight of it to soothe her. To form a protective barrier against the rest of the world, as she begged sleep to take her and at least let her sleep until the morning.

Macy had woken to the sunlight pouring in through her bedroom window and breathed a sigh of relief. Her hand traced her side, not sure what she was expecting to find. She shook her head dismissing her concerns and making her way to the bathroom.

After her shower she made her way downstairs to the kitchen the smell of food hitting her as she entered. It seemed that Harry had made breakfast, again.

“Ah, Macy,” He greeted her with a broad smile as he hung what Macy assumed was his apron now on the hook near the fridge. “Pancakes?”

Macy’s stomach turned at even the mention of food, “Not for me Harry. Maggie and Mel?”

“Have gone out.”

Macy poured herself a glass of orange juice, her hand shook a little under the weight of the jug. Her grip slipped as she put it back down on the counter.

“Are you okay Macy?”

“I’m fine,” she lied, “just a little tired.”  Macy took a sip of the juice, and it felt like it was burning as it slid down her throat. She quickly put the glass back down, as she avoided Harry’s gaze.

Harry watched her carefully, and Macy smiled back at him, an awkwardness growing around them until Macy couldn’t stand it any longer. “I’m not fine,” she admitted. Bracing herself against the kitchen counter.

Harry moved around to the other side of the counter, concern etched on his face. “Is it what that psychic told you, because-”

“That’s part of it, but I feel like...that thing,” she could feel her voice breaking as the memories broke through the fog of her mind again and it felt as though she was right back there. The webs across her body, her face, feeling like she was suffocating. Like she was going to die.

The next thing she felt was Harry’s arms around her, holding her steady as the ground lurched from underneath her. She tried to shake herself free from the memories, and heard Harry’s voice through the fog.

“Macy,” he repeated and Macy opened her eyes, meeting his. She righted herself again her hands braced against the counter again as her breathing was laboured.

“Sorry, I just, it felt like I was back there.” She went to move away and the pain shot down her side and she couldn’t stop the scream that escaped from her lungs. Her hand held tight to her side as she fell. “It’s burning,” she choked out as Harry knelt down beside her.

“Let me,” he asked and she pulled up her blouse to expose the site of the wound, again seeing nothing that could explain the pain that was currently pulsating underneath her skin.

“An infection,” Harry grimaced turning his head to the side as he examined her closer. “Invisible to most, but-” He passed his hand over the area, a white light emanating from his hand. “I need to heal you, Macy. Before it gets worse.”

Macy nodded in response as she felt the fog beginning to cloud the corners of her mind again, the room around her slipping away.

Harry helped her to rise from her position on the floor, draping her arm over his shoulder as he supported the weight of her body and they moved slowly to the lounge.

He lay her gently on the chaise, propping her head up with a pillow. Macy continued to take deep steadying breaths, the pain coursing in waves through her body.

“Macy,” Harry’s voice broke through and Macy latched onto the sound of his voice, finding some peace there, some comfort. He rolled his sleeves up as he knelt down beside her.

“This may hurt, but I’ll try to be quick, okay?” His hand held onto hers, it kept her anchored. Kept her from slipping back down into that pit of memories, pain and fear.

Macy nodded, her hand instinctively tightening as she braced herself for what was to come.

He gave her hand a final squeeze before placing his against her exposed skin, over her scar, and she flinched a little at the coolness of his skin.

“Sorry,” he apologised, as his hand began to glow again. Brighter this time and Macy found herself closing her eyes as the light hit her.

The pain grew, enveloping her body. She gritted her teeth, until a warmth began to wash over her. It continued to spread, washing away the pain that had consumed her, bringing her freedom.

The fog began to retreat again and her mind became clearer as the light purged the infection.

She opened her eyes to see Harry looking down at her. The smile on his face that told her that everything was going to be fine now and how much she wanted to believe him. There was faint sheen on his brow and his breathing had become shallow. She looked down to where his hand was still placed against her side, a faint glow remaining underneath her skin.

His hand felt warm now against her, as the light began to fade, mesmerized by the way the light seemed to dissipate and the relief it gave as it left her body.

“A healing spell.” Harry said as he removed his hand. “A powerful one. You may feel a little- out of sorts- for the next couple of days.”

“Thank you Harry,” Macy said as she pulled back down her blouse, suddenly aware of her exposed skin and the flush that crept up the back of her neck as she recalled the sensation of Harry’s hand against her bare skin.

“You know you should have told us sooner.”

“I didn’t want to worry everyone, not with what has been going on.” Macy sat up slowly, as Harry poised himself to be ready to steady her again if needed.

“I thought I could manage it on my own.”

“It’s hard isn’t it.” Harry mused, looking off into the distance as he pulled his sleeves back down, doing up the button of each one. “Letting others in, especially when you have been alone for so long.”

Macy placed her hand on his arm, as he turned to look at her she could see the regret in his eyes, the longing to belong. She could understand it. That overwhelming feeling that something is missing, that a part of you is lost. She felt that she had found her missing part, and she hoped too that Harry may find his.

“I’m sorry, that you can’t remember who you were, your family,” her gaze caught his, “You know you have a place here, Harry.”

“As do you, Macy.” Macy returned his smile, a flutter in her stomach that wasn’t related to the infection that had been coursing through her veins.

There was a softness in his eyes that she had seen glimpses of before, but now it felt as though she was lost in it.

She found herself leaning in closer and could swear that he was too. Her eyes flitted to his lips as she imagined what it would be like, to press her own against his.

“Macy, I’m home.” Maggie announced as she swung open the front door to the house. Macy and Harry jumped away from each other as if they had been electrocuted. Harry running a hand through his hair, standing immediately, a sudden interest in the statue that Mel had brought home from her travels in Cuba.

Maggie entered the room her eyes flicking from Harry to her sister and back again. “Have I missed something?”

“No,” Harry said quickly, his eyes meeting Macy’s, “We were just discussing that, uh.” his hand was outstretched as he clearly tried to come up with something.

“I was feeling a little unwell, from the giant bug thing, and Harry was helping.” Macy admitted, earning a smile and nod from Harry at telling her sister the truth. Well not the full truth.

Maggie responded as Macy knew she would, concern washing over her face as she was by her side in an instant.

“I should go, let you two catch up.” Harry said before he disappeared, orbing out of the house.

“You should have told us, Mace.” Maggie’s hand reached out for her own, clasping it tightly, her eyes widening, as Macy quickly grasped her hand back as she realised her thoughts had drifted back to Harry, and what had almost -

“Don’t say anything.” She quickly blurted to Maggie, before standing and making her way to her room to save herself from incriminating herself any further, while Maggie followed her up the stairs.

“Come on, I think it’s cute.”

Damn Maggie and her telepathy.

[puppy-lovee]

14, 15, 18?

First of all hellu. Hoo boy this going to be a long one. But worth it!

Alrighty.

14. Were you also considered a villain or were you considered a hero or neither?

15. Are you worried you'll split apart?

18. What was your first impression of them?

Freddy: 14. I was not considered to be a villain when I meet Fred, I was just a normal person that happened to basically stumble apon him. although arguibly He ends up turning me into a villain in the end. 15. Honestly I feel like my relationship with Freddy is the most stable? Some how. We fight like hell and are vary nastt to each other but we are also weirdly (unhealthily) dependent on one another, I don't think we would ever'split up' if our relationship were to end it would be with one of us dead. But we're content so I don't see that happening. 18. My frisr impression was disbelief & terror. I saw him behind me in the mirror after I'd gotten out of the shower, I knew what I saw but I couldn't bring myself to believe it. I didn't sleep the rest of the night because I was so shaken.

Creeper: 14. I was not a villain, I was just a poor bitch whose car broke down. 15. Well we sorta have to split up because he's only awake for a certain amount of time before he has to hibernate again (although he's trying work out something for that, so he can spend more time with me). 18. My first impression of creeper was of how beautiful he was, strange I know. But the first time I saw him I was overwhelmed with intrigue, he was so strange and unique he was like nothing I'd ever seen. My need to get a closer look (and a picture) was stronger than my common sense that night. Luckily for me I'm sickly enough that I didn't have any parts he wanted to steal.

The Master: 14. I was considered to be a hero or at least the assistant to one, I was The Docters companion at the time. 15. I am surprised every moment when The Master dose not betray me to be honest. We have splitvup before many times. But then he 'needs' me or gets lonley or bored then were back on again. He's a bastard but I'll always take him back. 18. It seems slightly shallow but my first impression of him was that he was vary attractive and charming. My second reaction was to roll my eyes and tell him to fuck off.

Pennywise: 14. I was not a villain or a hero, I was just a person going for a walk. 15. There is no splitting up with penny I am always worried he will get bored and eat me. 18. My first impression of him was actully surprisingly good. I actully like clowns and I think his costume is vary pretty and colourful, so when I saw this fantastic looking clown tieing bright yellow ballons to a fence post on bright day right after a good cold rain I was frankly ecstatic I ran right up to him and started chatting at him happily while he thought about how fortunate I was that he'd just eaten.

Harley quinn: 14. I was your average law abidding I'll be it morally apathetic Gotham citizen. 15. Me an harleys relationship is fairly stable all things considering I imagine that we are in an open relationship, so I don't think she'd have a real reason to leave me? since it's ok for her to flirt and sleep with basically anyone she wants (except the joker). I'm more or less here to be her stability and home to run to. 18. My first impression of her was HOLY SHIT. for one she's gorgeous and adorable for another she was saving my life and beating the shit out of people. I was vary grateful & flustered by the end of it.

Killer croc: 14. I twas an average Joe not hero or villains. 15. I don't think we'd ever split up, he gos threw moments of time were he gets depressed and insecure and will ignore me for mounths at a time. But he'll always come back because he feels guilty for abandoning me.18. My impression was that he needed help. He was a big lonley looking guy licking his wounds so I invited him back to my home to patch him up the best that I could and get him a hot meal (letting him crash on my couch for a few days).

Scarecrow: 14. I was forensic scientist, I did my job to help solve crimes but often had to destroy or tamber with evidence due to being bribed or threatened so I was sorta in the middle of the spectrum. 15. I will never have a normal, healthy or stable relationship with Jonathan but we will always have loyally, he dose not trust or love lightly the fact that I've earns his trust means I would have to betray him in a hurtful cruel way for him to leave me in which case he'd probably want to kill me. But I'd never do that to him. 18. My first impression was excitement, fear and that indescribable feeling you get as a sub when someone unconsciously hits of every mark you have for a dom and they make you have shivers down yor spine and you instantly want nothing more than to obey this person. I was working late at the lab going over some work waiting for dome results and admiring his syringe glove that'd recently been brought in as evidence when came to get them. We had a few moments of cat & mouse, some teasing and he knocked me out after it all instead of just killing me.

Tiffany: 14.I was a normal person. 15. I never really think about her leaving me were pretty happy. My first impression of her was holy shit you are the cooled most amazing person/doll I have ever met please tell me everything about yourself. I met her online because I had a custom doll shop on etsy and she was looking to get some new fitted clothing and desided she liked my work so she found were I lived and broke into my house. And walked right in on me watching netfilx pantsless. Her first impression of me was "this nerd."

Todd: 14. I was a scientist and just a normal person although I have interesting veiws on mortality. 15. Are we even together? Wraith don't exactly have a concept or romantic relationships (I'm pretty sure) I don't think he'll ever get tired of hooking up in secret so no, no I am not afraid of him leaving me. 18. My first impression of him was being a little scared we'd never met (and I'd never been in the feild to I'd never even met a wraith before) as soon as I saw him I was still nervous but I also thought he was the coolist looking creature I'd ever meet. After a few minutes of me being shy and talking to quite (admittedly annoying him) he cracked a few terrifying wraith jokes and I warmed to him instantly hitting him back with some sarcasm and a little low-key flirting, which amused him.

Hannibal: 14. I was a normal person though he ends up corrupting me, because that's what he dose to people especially people he's close with. 15. I am a little afraid of that, he wants me to trust him 100% and do what he says which I don't mind (because I'm a little brain washed at this point it's kinda unavoidable) but I am a little insecure he'll tire of me and end up killing me or even worse just dropping me off leaving me alone and with out him. Psychologically damaged and dependant on him, depending on how I deal with it I could possibly win him back. The more I think about it the more I think he might do this just so I can prove myself to him again. The boy loves his mind games. 18. My first impression of him was danger. You know how certain prey animals can sense when a preditor is near? Just the subtle prickle or terror on the back or your neck that says you need to go? It was that. But I found him as charming as I did terrifying. I think I always knew what I was getting myself into, it was foolish but he itched every scratch my inner masochist & adrenaline whore had. My first impression of Hannibal was that he was going to destroy me and I wanted him to.

Alright that was a long ass one! Sorry I got a little side tracked and ended up writing mini storys hah. But that was a lot of fun, I had a lot of fun writing and I hope you like reading it. Bless! ❤

[pastelgaykid22]

That Time Of The Year❤💛💚💙💜

Eddie, Stan, and Bill: all to gay to function

Bev and Richie: bisexual disasters (aka me)

Mike and Ben: super sweet and supportive straight friends

Not edited so expect mistakes

No POV

Dating

♡

Eddie's eyes widen when he sees the street full of different flags and decorations all up and down the street. He's never been to a pride parade before so Richie, being the amazing boyfriend he is, dragged him and his friends to one in NYC this year.

It was amazing and Eddie felt like a kid going to Disneyworld. He smiles and grabs Richie's arm jumping up and down like a child. "This is so frickin cool!!"

Richie giggles and kisses Eddie's cheek softly. "I knew you'd love it."

Eddie smiles and looks at his friends that are all wearing the colors of their flags like Bev told them. 'It'll make it funner.' Where her exact words actully. Then he looks back at Richie, god it felt amazing that they can finally be themselves without being judged.

Eddie quickly got on his tippy toes and kisses Richie sweetly pulling him closer by his collar. "I love you so much."

"I love you too baby."

...

And that's how most of the day went. Reddie was being shown off to the whole world and even caught by a Bev's Polaroid camera a few million times. And everything was going great. Everyone was happy and it was just perfect.

They pull up to Eddie's house and Richie quickly delivers the punch line to his joke before he gets out to walk Eddie to the door.

"Then the pan said" Richie clears his throat and does on of his werid voices that sound strangely like an old British guy. "Actually I perfure PANsexual."

Bev giggles and pushes him outta the car. "Pansexal doesn't mean you fuck pans dumbass."

"Well no shit Bevvie that would be werid. Like your making food and you get horny just from touching the pan." Richie giggles then fake moans. "Oh god burn me again you dirty, dirty pan."

Everyone dies of laughter as Eddie giggles and pulls Richie away from the car and toward his house not letting go of his hand once they get to the door. He turns to face Richie instead and takes his other hand so he's now holding them both. "I had an amazing day."

"So did I." Richie smiles his glasses slightly falling.

Eddie giggles and let's go of his hands fixing his glasses for him, then places his hand on his boyfriends chest. "I wish everyday could be like this. Just be ourselves without judgement. I fucking hate this town cause no one understands."

Richie smiles and lifts Eddie's hand and kisses his knuckles one by one. "Maybe one day sweet heart. But right now I just think this town just isn't ready for all this. They would never shut up about us. We would be the best couple in the world. We would get awards and go to special parties. Cause we're just that perfect." Richie smiles and lightly kisses Eddie's neck.

Eddie giggles and lightly pushes Richie back. "Stop it they're watching." Eddie feels his cheeks get hot as Richie starts to make a small mark on his neck.

"Good." Richie smirks and goes back to marking his boyfriend.

"Get a room!" Is all Stan yells from the car.

Richie finishes his sloppy little hicky and flips Stan off. "Well I guess I better get going."

"Yeah I guess so." Eddie smiles and kisses Richie one last time. "See ya tomorrow 'Chee."

Eddie gets his key to open the door as he hears Richie yell at the losers as he goes to the car. "Did you hear that?! He called me 'Chee. I swear I'm dating I living wet dream."

Eddie giggles and opens the door slipping inside the house taking his shoes off as soon as he gets in. He looks in the living room to thankfully see his mother asleep. He runs upstairs and lays on his bed with a smile and before he knew it he was asleep.

...

'You're sick Eddie bear! He's made you think you're sick! You shouldn't love a man!! And out of everyone on earth you chose Tozier!?!?! I'm decusted that I ever called you my son!! If I ever see you two together again I'll kill you! Both of you!!'

Eddie quickly jolts awake, and doesn't even notice the body laying next to him. He was out of breath. The world was spinning and everything was blurry. Is this what Richie sees without his glass? Eddie doesn't even notice the soothing rubs on his back until the fimlar voice brakes his thoughts.

"In and out Eds. Just take deep breathes. In and out. There we go all better right?"

Eddie looks next to him to see Richie. He didn't remember when he got here but he was so glad he was here right now. Eddie basically jumped into Richie's arms and started sobbing.

"Whoa, what happened babe? Was it a bad dream? Are you ok? Do you need anything?" Richie was never good at comforting people I mean he was good up until the point where he had to do stuff other then talk.

"Just keep holding me. That's all I want." Eddie found it so hard to say those word even though he's said them many times before.

Richie lightly smiles and holds Eddie as close as he can and lightly kisses him every once in a while whispering sweet words to him. "It was just a bad dream." "You're ok." "I'm right here ok, there's no need to worry. I got you."

After a few minutes of kisses and whispers Eddie finally told Richie what happened. "M-my mom was telling me she's gonna k-kill you. And she was saying that I shouldn't love men and that I was s-s-sick and-and-" Eddie chokes on his tears and collapses back into Richie's chest.

Richie just gently rubbed his back and shushed him softly. "It's ok baby. She can't hurt us."

"But what if she does?" Eddie looked up at Richie his eyes red from crying so much and his lip pouted.

Richie's heart broke seeing him like this. "I won't let her." Richie kisses Eddie passionately, and that was all he needed to be convinced.

He also remembered why Richie was there.

There was a soft knock on Eddie's window. Of course the boy didn't hear it cause he was asleep so the knock was hurd again but this time louder. Eddie wake up running his eyes and yawning, going over to the window to see Richie smiling and waving at him. Eddie smiled and quickly opened the window letting Richie in. As soon as Richie got in he connected his lips with Eddie's.

"Hello to you too Richie." Eddie giggles against his lips.

Richie smiled and rested they're foreheads together and held Eddie by the hips. "I couldn't sleep with all the yelling so I came here cause your place is always quiet. Well unless you're mom is screaming my name all night long."

Eddie giggles and lightly punched Richie's chest. "Beep beep Richie."

Then they fell asleep after a few kisses and touches were shared.

And now they're here. Richie almost on top of Eddie as he giggled beneath him. "What if my mom sees us?"

"Then that would make this day even better."

Sure they couldn't show off in public but they were just fine with how things were. And who knows maybe a few years later the small homophobic town they lived in would finally realize that love is love no matter who your partner is and how that's the true beauty of the world we live in.

[iwmango]

42. A tragedy that ends in romance.

Courtney clicked off her phone and threw it into the backseat. She didn’t know if there were any repercussions to swearing on live radio, but they had to be less than those for calling someone a fucking werewolf on live radio, like some kind of idiot. Courtney stabbed the off button on the radio as well.

She was in no mood for any sound except the engine of her car.

Courtney didn’t even know where she was driving-- just that she needed to clear her head. So she continued to drive, in complete silence. Perhaps not complete silence, actually. The whole symphony of noise going on inside her head was enough to compensate for any lack of podcast or music.

That asshole had gone on live radio to talk about her. Courtney wasn’t sure which would be worse; him making up thinking that she was a werewolf just to shit talk her on the fucking radio, of all things, or him genuinely believing that she was a werewolf. Even shittier, he probably thought it was fine, because he didn’t mention her name, even though almost everyone knew exactly who Alistair Neary’s girlfriend was.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even realize when she stopped and got out of the car. The sun was coming up, and the grass was freshly dewy in the park. Courtney considered sitting on the swing, but she had neither the energy to swing nor the desire to let another freaking cliche into her sad life.

Instead, Courtney collapsed under one of the trees. Sure, she only dated him for three months, but damn it all if it wasn’t the stupidest decision she’d made in a long, long time. You live and you learn and you get shit talked on the radio by your newly ex boyfriend.

She stared at the horizon for a while, leaning heavily against the tree trunk. And then, without warning, Courtney started crying.

“Oh, fucking great,” she muttered, wiping the tears aay as fast as they came, as fast as she could, “Just fucking great, so I’m the werewolf girl who sits in the parking sobbing at,” she checked her watch while wiping away the tears so she could actully see the time, “Freaking six thirty in the morning. So grea--”

“Say great one more time and maybe someone will believe you,” a quiet, calm voice interrupted Courtney. She froze, wiping her tears away with even more frenzy, if that was possible, and took a deep breath before turning slightly.

“Who are you?” Courtney kept her voice low, just in case it wavered. It wavered anyway, because apparently even her vocal chords were jumping on the bandwagon of betrayal. She only turned slightly, but she could still tell from her periphery that she didn’t know who this girl was.

“My name’s Jen,” uninvited, the girl sat down next to Courtney, placing her book in her lap, looking at Courtney with wide eyes, “I usually come read in the park at this time. But, you know, then I saw you. What’s your name?”

“Sorry then, I’ll go,” Courtney shifted away from Jen, starting to get up. She thought it best to ignore the question entirely.

“No, wait,” Jen put a delicate hand on Courtney’s elbow, not restraining, but she still stopped, “I want to know. Why were you crying in a park at six?”

“Why do you want to know?” Courtney’s tone wasn’t malicious or amused, or really anything at all. Just approaching zero on an emotional scale.

“I just really want to know what it is that prompted you to call yourself a werewolf girl,” Jen’s eyes remained wide, but an inviting little smile flickered on the edge of her lips.

Courtney stared at her for a second, before she let out a half laugh, half she didn’t even know what, “God, it’s so fucking ridiculous”

“Tell me about it”

So Courtney sat down and told this girl the entire, slightly condensed version of her entire last twenty four hours, at almost seven in the morning under a tree in the public park.

“And that’s how I ended up here,” finally Courtney stopped, looking away from Jen, “Jeez, I’m sorry I just kind of… I don’t know, dumped all of that on you”

Jen finally spoke again, “Well, I’m the one who asked,” she had been shifting closer to Courtney throughout the story, and when she smiled it was small, but so bright that Courtney had to blink because she barely heard Jen’s next words, “And I don’t regret it at all, werewolf girl”

“My name’s Courtney, by the way,” she said, “You asked earlier”

“Yes, I did,” Jen was still smiling. She didn’t point out how close the two of them were, and neither did Courtney.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, Courtney entirely bemused and Jen entirely amused, until Courtney broke the silence, “Can I take you out to breakfast?”

“Sounds lovely”

The thought of Alistair Neary rarely, if ever, crossed Courtney’s mind after that.