#i'm also kind of planning some abby ones soon...

[inawickedlittletown]

Sooo I started to read other articles. I didn't after reading the ones that came out right after the episode that justifiably got everyone upset.

This one from tv insider had Tim saying this:

Moving on to Buck and Tommy’s breakup, talk about your approach to it. Why was Tommy sure that Buck would break his heart?

Tommy’s older and Buck is very new to this, and whether Tommy was correct or not, I think what he felt like was exactly what he said: I’m not your last, I’m your first, which is a special thing to be, but as Tommy says, it doesn’t usually end up being the same thing. And I think based on what we know of Buck, he’s maybe not wrong. Buck’s a little impulsive when he’s feeling a certain kind of way. He’s like, move on in, bring your couch. So I just think because Tommy’s a little older and wiser or maybe at some level he feels like he doesn’t deserve Buck, I don’t know. But I think he accurately diagnosed Buck. Buck’s still figuring himself out, and boy, that would be quite risky to move in with that guy as much as you would love to.

That does seem to be Buck’s go-to, which isn’t the best.

Exactly.

Are we going to see Buck single for a significant period of time now? Is he trying to figure out what he wants really out of a relationship?

Yeah, I think that’s right. As Tommy said, you’re still figuring yourself out, and his options have increased by 50 percent of the population. So knowing Buck, that’s going to be choice overload. He’s got to navigate that with a little self-awareness.

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So they definitely planned for this. That's what this reads like...they wanted to break them up so that they could send Buck through a period of exploration. Tim says everything Oliver said here in much nicer terms. His view of Buck is so...Idk, it's like he sees Buck as a kid that still doesn't know what he wants. And he decided to put that view right into Tommy's head too. It's a little jarring I guess but this show...has it ever been consistent?

What sucks is that 8x05 was written like they were doing so well. And then right off the back with 8x06 we have warning signs in the date scene with the girl that approaches Buck and how Tommy sort of shrugs off Buck checking her out. I really do wonder where hot waiter fit into this and I'm so glad we didn't see Tommy like checking hot waiter out or something. But I guess that scene was there to sow the seeds. We have Buck spiraling because of the Abby thing and we have Tommy maybe not realizing but reinforcing for himself that he's a stepping stone for Buck and being okay with it in the status quo.

The way that Tim speaks about Buck asking Tommy to move in, he makes it seem like Buck is just barreling in without thought...like if they went through with it Tommy might be proven right. But then what is the point of the scene with Josh where Buck is right on the cusp of an "I love you" just to then be like no actually Tommy knows how this ends and he can read Buck and knows they're not forever. But Tommy is not a mind reader.

Where there is hope is in that Tim doesn't outwardly say anything about Tommy being gone for good. As someone else pointed out the Lou interviews were done by buddie journalists with a bias so there is a question to how much that colored what we got and why they were so determined to close the door fully. Also...why did we get exit interviews in the first place for a character that only had three episodes...it's so odd.

The writers made a point of leaving this open. Do I think we'll get Tommy back any time soon. No. But after the doom and gloom and the time to mourn this a bit I want to be positive and there is really no knowing. Tim says he thinks Buck will be single for a while...okay fine...picture that being the rest of this season.

Buck won't just jump into another relationship...and Oliver gets his Buck slut era 2.0...what if S9 brings back Tommy? What if this is the long game...or at least the thing they can have in their back pocket if Lou is available later on to come back. But that's not something they can promise or that they can commit to and Lou isn't on contract clearly and Oliver wouldn't know if that's the plan...hell even Tim probably doesn't know if they'll do that. Or I'm giving him too much credit because as we've seen this season storylines have been rushed to close up at breakneck speeds so it would be an anomaly for him to prolong something like this.

All this to say, showing the network and Tim that bucktommy matters to a lot of people and that Tommy matters...it may just make a difference.

[elliesbelle]

texts with domestic girlfriend ellie

part 2

more texts between gf ellie x reader, but this time the reader takes forever to respond which summons protective but also paranoid ellie ♡︎

content warnings: cursing, mention of death, slight nsfw content, mention of reader getting potentially harmed, minors do not interact

part 1, part 3

texts with college gf dealer!ellie: part 1

texts with gf!abby found on my masterlist here

i have a ko-fi if you like my work so much that you feel compelled to tip me ♡︎

author's notes:

why are making text posts SO fun omg, i especially love protective ellie. love making my girl paranoid in a sexy way ♡︎

(are these more text fics inspired by even more real-life events between me & my gf and me & my ex? no)

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hey! I got a matchup a while back, and lately I have been craving another one😭 so if it's alright could I get romantic matchups for tears of themis, genshin, and atla? If not that's fine ofc💕

I use She/her pronouns but I've never really cared very much, I'm Bi but I'd like Male matchups for this one if that's alright (I love women but idk none of the women in these fandoms are like my type??? Idk)

Not sure if you use looks to pick, but I'm 5'7, longish brown hair and brown eyes, kinda chubby I'd say, and I wear glasses!

Ok so for the good stuff, I'm an enfp and a virgo and I have gad and adhd so I am very all over the place lol, I'm usually very energetic and loud (got called a human pep rally once) but every once in a while I take a hard turn the other way and do absolutely nothing lol.

Taking thing seriously is kinda hard for me, idk why but I'm very much the deflect and cope using comedy kind of person.

Personal life wise I'm the oldest of four (love my siblings) so loud is kinda the default in my life so I'm pretty comfortable in loud environments, but if I get a chance at peace and quiet I am JUMPING for it.

I have a few plants, I bake quite a bit (I make BOMB brownies), I'm very much a nerd lol, I love comics (fandom request gave that away tho), I play dnd, I love video games (rdr2, mk11 and mass effect are the current ones), I watch cartoons and build legos, and I'm learning how to draw.

I'm big into flowers and flower language, and I play guitar, alto saxophone, steal drum, and I have a violin I'm gonna start working on soon.

This turned out alot longer then I thought so the speedrun of the rest is although I dont often, I really like putting work into how I look (I just got a treble cleft claw clip with some dangly thingys and I like it I just wanted to mention that), no clue how to to makeup tho, I'm planning on going into communications, and uhh my favorite colors are pink and blue.

Thank you so much if you get to this

Hi Abby! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tears of Themis, I match you with...

If there’s one thing that drew Luke to you, it’s the fact that you enjoy peace and quiet. He loves being in your presence when it’s quiet around. He just finds it soothing.

Definitely understands you using humour to cope. He does the same so he knows when it turns from just making jokes to coping and will check in when needed.

Please invite him to do gardening together some time. He likes being able to do something where he’s creating and nurturing life. It’s a good change from what he usually does.

Flower language is a big part of your relationship. I see Luke as someone who’s well versed in flower language so every bouquet he gives you has a hidden meaning behind it.

He also enjoys drawing so it’s not uncommon for you to find a sticky note beside your bed with a little drawing on it when he has to leave early in the morning. If you return the gesture, he’ll keep all your drawings in a safe place so he can look back over them.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Itto are both the definition of human pep rallies so when your powers combine, no one can stand in your way. You can both be a lot sometimes but you get along well.

He also struggles to take things seriously so he’s a lot more understanding in that regard than others are sometimes. You just get each other.

In a modern au, Itto would be a huge fan of cartoons. He’s a firm believer than cartoons aren’t just for kids and still loves watching all those “childhood” shows.

In the same vein, he also loves Lego. I can’t see him being a big fan of tricky sets but he enjoys all of the bright colours. He’d love to make a set or two with you sometime.

I can see Itto being a fan of D&D as well. I think it might take him a bit to get his head around the different types of rolls and doing so much maths but he loves the roleplay elements and thinks it’s great fun. (I actually wrote this while playing a D&D session!)

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, I match you with...

You’ve got to be a certain level of energetic to keep up with Sokka’s plans. And you certainly meet that criteria. Sokka loves being around someone who can match his energy.

In a modern au, he’s definitely a fan of comics. He’s the type of person who buys two of every comic, one to read and one to keep in pristine condition.

For all his self-awareness, Sokka does have a tendency to deflect so he can easily recognise when you’re doing the same. He hopes you know you can rely on him if things get too much.

When he does run out of energy, there’s nothing that Sokka loves more than relaxing while listening to you play music. He finds it soothing both because of the music and because of your presence.

Please do lots of baking for him! Sokka will never admit it but he does have a soft spot for snacks, especially if you’ve made them.

[krys-loves-otome]

OC Brain Rot Introductions

After making the first post with Thea and Abby, I realized that I didn't have an intro post introducing the character or to formally address what these kind of posts are going to be about (aside what I put in Thea and Abby's first post)

OC Brain Rot (based on this post here originally) are posts where I ramble off about my OCs and what they're up to currently outside of my writings and arts. In essence, these are brain dump posts. Sometimes they might be a couple of sentences and half-formed ideas, others might go into meta involving my ocs and whichever game they are a part of. Sometimes it might also include simple screaming, you just never know.

Brain rots will also NOT be spoiler-free! I'll usually note at the top of each post if there are going to be spoilers. Content and trigger warnings will also be noted in the beginning and in the tags where applicable.

OC Brain Rot is also open to questions towards and about the OCs themselves. They might even answer your questions themselves!

I've decided that, instead of having a separate tumblr blog (since I have like four of them at this current moment in time), I'll just make little posts about the ocs on main since I'm not especially active here as I'd like to be outside of queued posts and I have answered some questions in my OC's voices on this blog before (like this one from Houki giving her opinion on IkeSen's Masamune) and would like to get back into doing something like that.

Brain rots are also mostly going to involve my otome/dating sim OCs, but everyone is also welcome to ask about my original ocs and, if you're really curious, about older ocs that I've made for other fandoms outside of the otome/dating sim ones.

Below the cut, I've also put short intros for each of my ocs as quick reference for future brain rot posts. Longer, more detailed profiles will be made at a later date, but these will serve as little reminders for where this oc is coming from when I make future oc brain rot posts.

For other posts involving my OCs, here's my writing masterlist for them

Thanks for stopping by lovelies and hope to hear from you again soon!

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Houki of Jiyel, "Houki"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Sengoku

Suitor: Mitsunari Ishida

Age: Early 20s

Physical Description: Short stature and chubby, large, bright green eyes, long straight black hair (that looks blue in certain lights), light to medium skin, wears round glasses

Personality: Quiet, Introverted, Observant

Brief History: A transplant MC from a different game, Houki was a noble lady sent on a diplomatic mission to strengthen ties between her home nation and six other kingdoms, mainly through the means of political marriage and alliances. Her plans were interrupted when she arrived in Sengoku era Japan and is now trying to find a way back to her home world to complete her original goal.

Misc. Fact: She loves reading more than anything in the world. It is her favorite pastime and is more often than not found reading some tome at almost any point in the day.

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Ophelia of Revaire, "Ophelia"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Sengoku

Suitor: Kennyo

Age: Late 20s

Physical Description: Pale skin and hair (chin length and straight, parted to her right, our left), medium height, thin and willowy, dark red eyes, chin mole towards the right side (our left) of her face

Personality: Calculating, calm, refined

Brief History: Another transplant MC from a different game (same game as Houki), she was on the same diplomatic mission as Houki, but for different reasons. Born into a poor noble family, Ophelia has spent most of her life trying to bring up her family's position, was even briefly married for the cause, but thanks to her previous husband's passing, she's needing to social climb again to keep her family afloat, thus joining in her country's call for this diplomatic mission, hoping to marry rich. Being transported to Sengoku era Japan was not on her agenda and she's definitely not happy about this new life turn.

Misc. Fact: She has eight younger siblings, six sisters and two brothers.

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Dorothea "Thea" Reid

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Theodorus van Gogh, Arthur Conan Doyle

Age: Early 20s

Physical Description: Fair skin with lots of freckles, esp on her face and shoulders, long reddish-brown hair that she keeps in a braid most of the time, large blue eyes, medium-tall-ish height (just shy of Theo's eye level)

Personality: Friendly, outgoing, stubborn

Brief History: A lover of history and fashion, Thea had combined her love of both and had just finished her degree to be a fashion historian, and thought to reward herself after finishing college by taking a trip to Paris! Who knew a trip to the Louvre would start her biggest adventure yet?

Misc. Fact: Always wearing something either historical or historically inspired, like long skirts and embroidered blouses.

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Abigail "Abby" Clarke

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Vincent van Gogh

Age: Early 20s

Physical Description: Short-medium height, blonde bob/short hair that she grows longer to shoulder length as she ages, warm brown eyes, fair skin

Personality: Quiet, meek, curious

Brief History: Escaping from a bad situation, Abby finds herself in Paris, admiring the art and history that the city has to offer. Running into a mysterious gentleman that helps her escape some hooligans, she accidentally follows him through his magical time door and ends up in the 19th century! What's a girl to do now?

Misc. Fact: Her favorite hobbies are drawing and photography, though she wasn't really able to explore them as she liked in her previous life. She thrives under the tutelage of history's greats in Comte's mansion.

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Madeline "Maddie" Fleming

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Revolution

Suitor: Harr Silver

Age: 30

Physical Description: Short and curvy, greenish grey short hair that's wavy, wine red eyes, light medium skin, ears pierced (once in each lobe, and two at the top of each ear, making a total of six piercings)

Personality: Outgoing, caring, fun

Brief History: Visiting her grandparents in London, Maddie had found herself in James Park, meeting with a nice, if absent-minded gentleman. She had tried to return his lost pocket watch to him, but she accidentally follows him back to Cradle, starting her journey to unlocking powers she previously didn't know she had and to bringing peace between the two warring armies fighting over the magical wonderland she had found herself in.

Misc. Fact: Her power manifests itself mostly in non-living items. When she was younger, she made fake flowers to give to people she knew, singing to them as she worked. Her flowers would then take on characteristics she was singing about (a la Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle book version). Her flowers could make you have more luck on a test or even give you the confidence to confess to your crush! But be careful if you piss her off as her negative vibes can transfer to her targeted item and turn it cursed!

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Clara Laurent

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Prince

Suitor: Nokto Klein

Age: 27

Physical Description: Medium skin tone, wavy dark brown hair usually kept in a low bun, short to medium height, pink eyes

Personality: Serious, stubborn, kind

Brief History: A ward of Mr. Akatsuki, she was taken in by bookstore owner at a young age, growing up around books and a love of learning. During a festival, she met with a few of Rhodolite's princes, their interactions watched by Sariel, the prime minister, looking for candidates to be the next Belle, a person with a pure heart that chooses the next king of their country. She is chosen for this role, using her best judgement to make the right choice for her tiny kingdom, especially with the loom threat of war on their heels.

Misc. Fact: Her favorite book series is the Midnight Cinderella saga, telling the varying adventures of a commoner chosen to rule over the fictious kingdom of Wysteria. Her favorite in the series is Byron.

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Miriam "Miri"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them

Game: Obey Me!

Suitor: Lucifer

Age: Early 20s in season 1, close to late-20s by season 4/nightbringer's timeline

Physical Description: Medium-dark skin tone, pink curly hair that gets to its longest by season 4 (which is mid back), purple to pink gradient eyes, short stature, her pact marks glow when she's actively using her pact bonds. Pact mark locations include: Chest over her heart (Lucifer), behind her right ear (Mammon), Left knee (Leviathan), Right forearm (Satan), Lower back (Asmo), Stomach above the navel (Beel), Neck right on her windpipe (Belphie). Post Season 2, she has Lucifer's Ring of Light on her left hand ring finger. Season 3 and beyond, she has her Sorcerer's Society Tattoo on the back of her right hand, along with a ring on her middle finger that signifies she's a sorcerer and a member of the Sorcerer's Society, given to her by Solomon.

Personality: Curious, kind, stubborn

Brief History: Arriving in Devildom as a little pink sheep, Miri works to find a way to turn herself back into a human, which leads her to being made an exchange student at RAD, a school-like organization run by the devildom prince Diavolo, who hopes to bring the three realms together into peaceful relations. While staying in devildom, she is taken in by a group of powerful demon brothers, former angels from the Celestial Realm fallen from grace. In order to turn herself back into a human, she needs their power and she makes pacts with each to gain their help and support. As her bonds grow stronger with the brothers, so too does her own power, coming to a realization that she is a sorcerer in later seasons, learning to control her powers and to use her powers for good and to help Diavolo's cause to bring the three realms to peace.

Misc. Fact: She loves sweets and hates spicy things. She has a healthy fear of Mammon's extra spicy ramen and refuses it every time it's offered to her. Even regular ramen makes her suspicious after having sampled Mammon's favorite once.

[mrvdocks]

Life As We Know It VII.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Reader

Chapter Summary: Robin comes over to help you out and for moral support. Your relationship with Steve starts to take a turn.

Author's Note: whaaaat??? I'm posting again? And more than once in a row?? No but for real hey y’all! hope y’all are still enjoying the fic even after its long and much awaited return :)) also the nickname that Robin gives the reader as “Bee” is meant to be like bumblebee and an affectionate term based on their history.

There’s always someone there when you’re born. Whether it’s a nurse, a doctor, your mom, your dad, anyone really. You’re never alone.

When you die however, that’s when it gets tricky. Some people die alone. Some die with strangers. And sometimes some just die in places no one will ever find them. 

You hoped it was the latter for your friends, embracing death surrounded by those they loved. 

The rapid rhythm of your heart persisted, going crazy in your rib cage at the thought of existential dread. Parenthood wasn’t something you were particularly crazy or happy about. Hell, you weren’t sure you had the right upbringing either. Co-parenting with Steve was also the least of your worries. But there was a tiny voice in your head - you couldn’t tell if it was Nancy’s or Jonathan’s - that urged you to go on in their ever so usual forcing yet gentle tones. 

You wished for a simpler peace. Instead all you got were a baby, a manchild, and a booklet on how to plan for funerals. 

The booklet went tap - tap - tap on your chest, nearly ripping off its stapled spine after so much looking through it. You set it aside, choosing to not look at it any further. You weren’t so determined to get up, you much rather would wait to lay in bed until you heard Abby’s cries. Either way, Steve was still soundly asleep on the big couch in front of the television in the living room. 

You were waiting for Robin to show up to the house, who knew funeral planning took a village? 

Once your phone buzzed and you nearly ripped it off of the charging pod to confirm her arrival, you lept up and out of the messy bed and down the stairs. Steve remained asleep even during the heavy pattering of your feet against the wooden stairs. Not surprising, he’d gone out the night before and gotten absolutely plastered. 

After his small outburst in the car a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to understand why he was acting this way. That he had a right to be upset about uprooting his life. That’s where you found similarities in each other. But where you differed was where and how you both sought to cope. He went out and partied while you stayed home and let every emotion overwhelm you until you cried your eyes out and became dehydrated.

You chuckled dryly to yourself, feeling a familiar familial feeling to it. 

Robin had been an absolute rock for both of you during this time, obviously being the voice of reason that kept you and Steve from going at it like usual. Though Robin and Kali would often spend time with you two, Kali was often busy running the bar and so Robin would come in when she could. The two of them often taking turns checking up on everyone. Will called the day after the news hit their side, a sobbing and slobbering mess like you. He promised to visit soon, just as soon as Joyce got a little better, though the news only seemed to make her health decline.

Though you suddenly had a help line, you felt so ashamed to ask for help or emotional guidance. It wasn’t something you grew up with nor was it something your family ever offered. To have that felt strange and foreign. 

Robin carried an array of mail from outside, groceries, and along with a bag that contained a change of clothes for Steve. She beamed slightly, showing off her pearly whites as she entered the threshold and waved at you with her free hand. You smiled back slightly. It felt odd to you. Especially when all you did was the opposite. But Robin was a glass half full kind of person, always so persistent to keep going. 

“Hey Bee, got you some essentials and some other things. Didn’t know what you needed so I just kind of grabbed whatever I thought you’d like, hope that’s okay.”

“More than okay,” you respond, taking the things from her and walking over to the kitchen and setting everything on the island. “Anything works at this point. I don’t really know what to make here or even have the appetite to eat anyway.”

Her brows furrow, “You have to eat Bee- you’re starting to look a little like a ghost. When’s the last time you got some sun or something?”

Suddenly self conscious, you wrap your arms around your body and shrug. “I dunno. I haven’t really gone out since we picked up Abby. Nancy kept some snacks or cereal bars around so that’s all I’ve had.”

Robin shakes her head sympathetically. “Well, I brought food so we’re going to try to make something. You know I can’t cook to save my life so let’s see what we get otherwise we’re getting takeout.”

This spurs a chuckle out of you. You silently agree.

It only takes the two of you about nearly an hour or two to somehow pull through making a simple dish and conversations that go from whatever’s on tv at the moment to deep personal things for you to feel somewhat normal again. 

“How’re you feeling?” She suddenly asks, her mouth slightly muffled from the food she was bringing to her lips to eat. “Still scared?”

You don’t know how to answer that, no one’s asked you that yet. Or maybe they have. You’re not sure. You’ve been blanking a lot lately. 

You feel your shoulders drop as you release a sigh. “Not so much scared - just hopeful. I want to be someone Abby can depend on. Not just some cheap replacement for her real parents. I want to be able to do something for myself or for someone else and not be seen as this girl from Hawkins from the other side of the tracks everyone should feel sorry for.”

Especially when tragedy seems to always follow you.

“First of all, you're not a cheap replacement. Jonathan and Nancy picked you for a reason. They trusted you, they loved you, they knew just how much you love Abby and they knew you could do so much more for her if you had the chance. Second, no one is thinking that of you. Your past isn’t you and it’s definitely not your future. You’re better than that. You know you are. And you know you’ll be a great godmother.”

You poke at your food with the fork in your hand. “I just feel like - I don’t know if I agree with their choice to help me. I mean this is all just so unconventional.”

Robin snorts. “You’re talking to the ‘Queen of Unconventional', here. But Steve….he has his moments of vulnerability. Is he a fast talking womanizer who only thinks of getting his dick wet and rocking out sometimes? Yes, absolutely. But he’s still got a heart of gold. At least that’s what I remember from working with him at Family Video.”

“You know, I just can’t help but think this is Nancy’s last laugh. Like it’s her way of putting him and I together again. Even dead I can’t shake her damn matchmaking skills.” 

“You’re putting too much faith into a dead woman’s last will. Whatever happened to seeing his brother? Or literally anyone else?”

“Trust me, out of all the people in the world, he’s the last person I’d even consider to repopulate the Earth. But I haven’t seen his brother since her last appointment. I’d imagine he probably would be coming to the funeral or something.”

Robin chokes on her food. 

“Swallow, Robin. Also, I don’t need another friend to leave me behind too.” You remind her.

“I did - you just caught me off guard. Is that not like a hippo violation or something? Going to your patient’s mother’s funeral?”

“HIPAA - and I don’t know. Just seems like the respectful thing to do. It’s not like Steve will alert me if he comes either. He doesn’t seem like he likes him that much.”

“Oh yeah, they go way way back. You know, usual sibling rivalry stuff. But Steve never talks about it. I just get it all from looks and vibes. But you know, you should probably check that out.”

“I figured. I mean don’t get me wrong he’s cute and smart. But I’m not sure if I’m all that prepared or ready to go out there. Most guys don’t want to sit here with a baby and a co parent as a part of the deal.”

“And if they do? There’s got to be at least one man out there that doesn’t mind a baby already existing in the equation. Steve is easily removable. I’m just saying.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You conclude, just as Steve himself walks in. It profoundly startles both of you, sending you leaping back a foot and Robin shook as she slides off the island counter to smack him with the spoonful of food.

“What are you - a Prius?’ She wacks him once on the shoulder. “We need to put a bell on you or something.” 

Steve chuckles heartily. “That defeats the purpose of the charm. The ladies can’t see me coming.”

“Or it could be a warning. Maybe they’ll thank us.” You interject, making eye contact with him long enough for the two of you to exchange silly childish looks. 

He gives the food a glance and claps his hands together, “Alright, food! I’m starving.”

Both you and Robin place your arms dramatically over the food, “We made this! Go get your own food!”

Steve fights back and leans a fast hand under Robin’s armpit to tickle her which sends her jumping back, spilling hot sauce on her shirt, and away from the food. He immediately rips away a bowl of chicken and rice and rushes out the kitchen to eat in the living room. 

“Robin!” You exclaim, rushing to your friend. Robin mimics a soldier who’s been hurt on the battlefield.

“How bad is it Doc?” She fake winces. 

You run a hand up the hot sauce, ignoring that it looks like blood, and lick it clean from your finger. “We’re going to have to amputate.” 

Robin remains in character as she whines and helps you lift her up. She grabs a fistful of napkins and cleans herself up, but not before offering some words of wisdom. 

“Go get him back!”

As if on cue, you rush out of the kitchen and to the living room where Steve is beginning to sit and get comfortable as he flips through channels. Once he sets the bowl of food on the coffee table a few feet in front of him is when you attack. You lunge forward to grasp him from behind, pouncing and wrapping your arms and legs around his chest and waist. The sudden weight is enough to send both of you falling to the floor with an oomph! sound. 

Steve gets the upper hand when he slides a hand into your shirt backwards and uses the same maneuver he did on Robin. It’s your greatest weakness and it makes you release him from your somewhat vice grip. Next thing you know, Steve’s in-between your legs hovering over you as he uses one hand to torture you and the other to hold your hands up above your head to stop you from recovering. 

It happens so fast, it even takes Robin by surprise as she peers out from the kitchen and walks over. You’re both breathing hard on the floor, coming down from mutual attacks and staring at each other intently. 

“Truce?” Steve asks huskily, his necklace dangling ever so slightly above your face. The cold silver guitar pick grazes your face as he repeats his question.

Suddenly aware of the change in position, you feel yourself go red. You’re now realizing your hot breath is on his face, which should’ve smelled like food, but he doesn’t seem deterred by it. In fact, your eyes are trained on him now, scouring over his soft features. The laughter lines, the faint yet many moles he has, the bridge of his nose, his over the top hair, it all comes into a soft focus like when you place a camera lens to fade everything out in the back. 

His own eyes are studying you back. Taking in the way your chest rises heavily up and down as you try to regain your breathing to normal, the white v-neck shirt not doing much to hide it, the way your hair splayed out from underneath you to halo your face.

“Truce.” You breathe out, nodding quickly and splaying out your hands in surrender. 

There’s a weird moment in between him getting up and off of you that Robin comments on later to Steve. One where the general animosity towards each other seems to take a backseat and Robin wonders if you’d both benefit from a hate fuck. But in the moment it doesn’t just feel like Steve is piercing your body with his eyes, but something in his eyes soften slightly. His face does actually, the same face you make when you forget something and suddenly remember and it was something you wanted to remember or find. 

It’s a minute until you’re pulled up by him and settled on your feet. You both cough or do nervous tics that allow the other to excuse one other to get out of the situation. Robin keeps her laughter to herself as she watches you drag yourself back to the kitchen, teeth biting down on your bottom lip and eyes shut tight. She doesn’t need to use her infamous quips this time, you can already hear her. 

You're passed out on the couch with your feet resting on Steve's lap as he sips on some can and finishes his bowl of stolen food. His encounter with you and Robin earlier didn't deter his appetite. 

Robin sits lazily on the couch across from him, face in her knuckle as she tries not to fall asleep. Steve notices her nodding off and swings a foot over to her knee. Robin is startled momentarily before she smacks his foot away. 

He sighs as he moves your legs aside and sits up. 

"C'mon, time to go to bed. Go home. I got this." He says, confidently.

"No, you'll set the house on fire." Robin argues.

"Okay, it was one time and I was seven! I didn't know aluminum didn't go in the microwave."

Robin chuckles to herself and rolls her tired eyes. She stands up nonetheless. She rubs her tired eyes momentarily, glancing to you splayed out on the couch, clutching the multi color crochet blanket close to your face, soft snores erupting from you. Steve catches her glance and turns. 

There had been less animosity towards each other since the car incident. While Steve still kept up appearances with you, he knew that this big change was definitely affecting his life in all aspects. His band, his love life, any freedom he thought he had.

As if she’s read his mind, Robin nudges him on the shoulder as she opens up the front door. 

“How’s Monroe?” 

Steve turns back to face Robin, remembering the mini fight he had with his on and off girlfriend when he had revealed his new parentage. He doesn’t know if she’s asking because she’s genuinely interested in knowing or if she’s trying to fill in the void of the late night. 

He shrugs. “She doesn’t really see a kid being in the mix right now. I mean I get it. No one does. But it doesn’t matter. Us Harrington men don’t stay single for too long.” 

There goes that smug face of his. His armor. Robin gives him a suspicious look, she always knew when he was being genuine or full of shit. Just a downside but also a perk of their very long friendship. 

“Hmm,” she decides she’ll believe it this time. She turns her attention back to you. “Don’t forget to take her to bed.”

Before he can make a joke, Robin is steadfast ready with her correction. “Don’t.” 

He gives a chuckle.

“Tuck her in, take her makeup off, be a gentleman for once.”

He places a hand on his chest, feigning being hurt by the comment. “Ouch Rob! You know I’m always a gentleman.”

She squints as she smirks. “Mhmm.” 

She waves goodbye and Steve feels that feeling again as he closes the door. One where he feels alone even though you and Abby are within close proximity. He signs deeply as he reclines his back on the door. 

He shuffles quietly to you, preparing himself to lift you as he snakes an arm under your knees and your back. With a small grunt he lifts and adjusts you, making sure you don’t hit your head on the banister or buster of the stairs. To his surprise, you don’t wake up amongst all the noise his heavier footsteps make up the stairs. 

He kicks open the guest bedroom with his foot gently, getting it to open wide enough to shuffle clumsily into the room and let you roll off of him and onto the bed with a soft bounce. 

Remembering Robin’s advice, he makes quick work of your borrowed house slippers and is careful to bring the covers laying on top of the ottoman at the foot of the bed to wrap around you. He tucks one side in under you, earning a small jump from your sleeping frame. 

Ticklish, huh? Hm. He thinks to himself.

Steve finishes up carefully, stepping into the shared bathroom within the bedroom and ruffles through the contents of some of the drawers to find those makeup wipes he’d gotten so used to seeing overnight at his place. 

Less is more. He knows by now.

Grabbing one or two wipes, he starts back to the room. He sits by your left side, careful to crane your head to face him and rub slowly and in circles for maximum effect. The cold touch of the wipes doesn’t wake you totally but you do shiver in response. He pauses for a moment, the pad of his right thumb feeling the soft yet wet skin. It’s so bare, so clean, so fresh. 

He wonders if there’s something like this but for the soul. Something that allows him a fresh start. He can only guess it’s the situation he’s in now. 

He finishes working on the other side of your face and dumps the wipes in the bin next to the bed, taking one last look at you. He shakes his head as he stands, ignoring whatever his mind or body are telling him, just as he was earlier when he had you pinned. 

The good thing about the room you were staying in is that it was just across Abby’s own, making Steve’s late night patrol easier. He stares down at the old looking translucent doorknob, his hand hesitating just for a second. He knows that as soon as he walks in it’ll cement his status here with you. A parent. A father - no - stepfather. Just a replacement. A second choice. Always a second choice, it seemed. 

Screw it. 

The mobile’s lullaby is playing a rendition of a classic children’s song and the night light is illuminating the somewhat dark room in starry shapes when he walks in. He grips the doorknob until he feels ready to tread lightly towards the crib in front of him. 

When two songs play and pass, he finally moves. Abby comes into closer view as he peers over her sleeping form. She’s splayed out like any normal sleeping baby, head turned to the right, chubby little arms and fingers above her head, little similarly chubby legs ever so often kicking at the blanket at her feet. 

Steve reaches a hand in the crib and brings the blanket back up to her waist, the action so soft and yet so slow that it wakes Abby momentarily. Her little lashes blink up at him as she yawns and stares at him for a minute. Something tells Steve to reach out a finger, so he does. She stares at it as she brings up a tiny hand to grasp it. Steve lets out a soft incredulous laugh. Abby coos as she inspects his finger, somehow finding it amusing. 

Steve feels a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. He wishes he could live in the feeling that he feels in the moment. To bottle it up and take it in small doses when reality becomes too much. When all he can feel is doubt and anxiety and stress. 

The moment fades when Abby gets tired of his finger and her lids shut. She lets out a small shuddering yawn and goes back to dreamland, the lullaby from the mobile accompanying her on her journey. Steve decides to stay there, just in case she wakes up again. He pulls up the rocking chair next to the crib and sits, keeping an eye on the way she breathes. 

He rocks gently back and forth until he feels his own eyelids start to fall, until he feels his head sulk to the side and sleep overtakes him.

[shelby-love]

BOBBY NASH

Life as Cap's Daughter

Requested: yes

Author's note: I got a little carried away, but I wanted to DELIVER FROM POINT A (LOWEST) TO POINT B (BEST) PART OF HIS LIFE. Kept it realistic as possible plus it’s very long SO BEWARE

P.S. you can kind of see how my love for the man just SPILLED ... aka I kind of lost it and just hammered the numbers. It shows how unexperienced I am at these <3

Requests for 9-1-1 are OPEN

Headcanon

Bobby had you before Marcy and Athena were a part of his life

You were his little everything

The food he fed you growing up…

You would tell people that your dad's a chef, and not a firefighter

You thought a chef was a better job! You were four…

With your mom out of the picture it was just you and your dad for a big part of your childhood

He baby proofed the entire house

Balled his eyes out when he walked you to school for the very first time

When he met Marcy you were roughly around 8, but the two of you got along very well right off the bat

Even though he's a quiet, withdrawn man that likes to keep to himself, you were the one who brought out his witty side

He was very proud when you showed an interest in ice skating, it quickly became 'your thing' and Bobby loved that you inherited that from him

He's at all of your performances! 

He catches you every time no matter the situation

You loved Robert Jr. and Brook very much too, considering them your siblings without a doubt

You helped change their diapers, practically raised them with Marcy and your dad

Family dinners with Bobby's marvelous cooking – a must!

Bobby was very overprotective when you entered your teen years so thank god for Marcy (she was a saint)

He'd invite your date over and drill him while eating the nicest foods he prepared with extra caution

"Dad, that was a bit too much…"

"You think? I didn't even get to scratch the surface."

"Okay, honey, let her go have fun."

Marcy and the kids were there for you when your dad started to go south because of his injury

"Dad where are you going?"

"I'll be back soon. Don't worry about me."

For a moment you considered if life with him was even worth it

Wanting to finish high school as soon as possible just so you could get away from his lies was your darkest thought

But he is your father, and no one could change that

The fire though... It was the most heartbreaking moment of your life

You were out, so you weren't on the scene

But you wished you were at some point

You couldn't look at him after that

Went through the roughest time of your life

It felt like you jumped through time because you two were alone again

But that made you treasure each other more than anything

You watched him at his lowest and supported him when he started to get better

"Dad, please don't give up."

I don't think Bobby would be able to get through the trauma if it weren't for you

Not even his notebook was enough to keep him together – you were the glue

That's why making a fresh start in L.A. felt great

You two settled quickly; you giving in more effort than he did at first

Because you're smart like your father you got into a very very very good college in L.A.

"At least something's working out for once."

"Hey don't say that."

"But dad... It's true!"

When he told you, he was in station 118 you stalked researched them

Found out the address, looked at the place from outside using Google Street View

That kinda thing

"But dad. I'm just looking out for you!"

"I know. Thank you for that."

There's a lot of buts

But dad this but daaaad that

You're very annoying when you want to be

The two of you lived together, since you didn't trust him enough to move out and live on campus

He didn't bring you to the firehouse until he was 100% sure

No scratch that: until he was 100000% sure, you weren't stepping foot on the grounds of that station

When you did meet them, you loved Hen instantly

You wanted to come back just for her

Chimney was a bit awkward

He didn't know how to act around you

You were 18 but since you were Cap's daughter he didn't know if he had to treat you like you were 8 or not

Hen didn't have that problem obviously

She was so easy going you loved her instantly

Bobby has eyes everywhere when you're at the station

MEETING BUCK WAS HORRIBLE

Your dad was breathing down on your neck when you came to the firehouse one day and Buck 1.0 was working there (just started)

HE HIT ON YOU IT WAS HORRIBLE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

Neither did he once he found out

That was the day Bobby fired him bc he did the nasty with that lady in the firetruck

You came by like, "Hi, I'm Y/N nice to meet you Evan."

And then suddenly you had to go like, "Bye Ev- Buck… It was nice knowing you."

Buck went home that day – pride demolished

"Did you really have to do that dad?"

"I said three strikes, and he's out. He didn't listen."

Why didn't you come earlier? Surely you could have given Buck some great tips

"Oh, well."

Buck came back!

You became friends after that. Had a teasing relationship, never looked at each other the other way after that day

Y/N + Buck = BFF

You'd joke about your first tragic meeting and you’d go out with him when he was going through a dark time because of Abby

You didn’t drink, he did

Everyone loves you OBVIOUSLY

You're Cap's daughter I MEAN WHAT IS THERE TO SAY?

Eddie came too! Eventually.

You fell in love with him instantly

But you love his son even more than him

You'd take care of him whenever you had time and Eddie was busy working

You learned more facts about the world from little Christopher than from your own father

You often came by to eat lunch at the station because that's where your dad ‘the cook’ was

Maddie and you hit it off very well and became close friends

NOW MEETING ATHENA FOR THE FIRST TIME…

Your mouth was on the floor

She was so goddess like you were smitten by her

So, your dad and her announcing their relationship to you wasn't a surprise

You and Hen won the bet

Became close with May and Harry too although it was hard not to picture them as Brook and Robert at first

After your dad and Athena got married you finally felt as if you could breathe

Knowing that your dad was safe and sound, you moved over to campus but still had your own room at Athena's place

You go there every weekend

You're essential to the party planning

Even though you're a perfect little young adult you're ready to pull out the "My step-mom's a sergeant" card

A huge party was thrown for your 21st birthday

I'm talking BIG BIG BIG

Buck and you got drunk

Your dad got drunk too

Life turned around for the better although some pieces of past tragedies still lingered

You've let go of people but you and your dad also grew and healed enough to let new people into your lives

No one knows what life has in store for you two, but you both know it will be good

As long as you have each other

He's your pillar, and you are his in return, that's how it's always been

"I love you dad."

"I love you too kiddo."

~

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[justoneofthoseghosts]

fandom end of year asks

1, 2, 8, 10, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, 21, 27, 29

1. favourite fandom you joined this year

Definitely Chicago Fire although I did not expect it to break my heart so soon

2. favourite fic of the year

There can't be just one okay because there are too many talented writers out there so here are a few that I loved so much:

Ons shots:

you remind me of home by @alittlextrathatway - Christmas fluff in the best possible way. It's so comforting to read and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy (and if I haven't said it enough, I love fluff)

My Pain Fits in the Palm of Your Freezing Hand by @farfarawaygirl - In the notes, Emma mentioned that she got inspiration from the painting Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton and you sort of get a visualization for this paragraph: "Because this moment exists outside of time and space, she leans her head against his shoulder and breathes in. Matt laces the fingers from his right hand with her left. It’s nice. Matt’s hand is calloused and warm against hers, Sylvie likes it so much. Too much."

And it's just an incredible read.

Multi-chapters:

Sprucing up Chicago by @katie-049 - a completely perfect AU where absolutely no angst exists. if you're a Brettsey fan, you probably read this already but if you haven't yet, highly, highly recommend.

Hopelessly Devoted to You by @sylvies-chen - again, if you're a Brettsey fan, you probably already read this but if you haven't, you really should. I love the premise of soulmates being able to hear each other's music and the pace of it is just right, enough to get you to want more of it in the next chapter. Also, what I love the most about the writing is how great Abby is at describing things - anything from the emotions of the characters down to the color of the snow on the pavement. It makes if very visual, if that makes sense.

The Unexpected by @emdeedot45 - I love this so much. I love the concept, I love how it's written, it's just great. It's a season 7 AU but the characters are still very much in character (for lack of a better word).

Heavy is the Head by mags_writes (Ao3) - I love this because it feels like an alternate season 10. There's some romance, some mystery, a lot of intrigue.

I Forget Where We Were (The Rookie) by @farfarawaygirl - ooh, the angst - it hurts so good and Rosalind is just so evil, it's kind of amazing to read. I still have to read chapter 3 but nobody writes angst like Emma does!!

The Places You Don't Walk Away From (Gilmore Girls) by starsholiday (Ao3) - technically, this is a re-read but it's one of a handful of Gilmore Girls fan fiction I've read before and I looked for it after I binged 7 seasons + the Netflix special again this year. It's a Rory/Jess one and so, so well written and reads like episodes of the show - the quick wit, the banter, everything!

8. favourite author of the year

Again, there can't only be one so a few of my favorites:

@alittlextrathatway @farfarawaygirl @emdeedot45 @katie-049 @sylvies-chen

10. favourite blog of the year

@fighterkimburgess - I love reading all their takes!

14. best fixit you read this year

I Choose You by @emdeedot45 because we all need a dose of post 10x05 fluff

15. favourite headcanon of the year

Probably anything related to domestic Brettsey or the recent Get Lucy Laid project has been fun to read because come on, your girl deserves it!

16. best BTS (behind the scenes) moment of the year

Honestly, anything season 9 Chicago Fire related because it sent the fandom in a tailspin every time a BTS photo would come out, lol. I would low-key lurk on Twitter just to scroll through any BTS pics.

I swear, we were all clowns.

17. WIP you hope gets updated next year

I don't want to put pressure on anyone! Honestly, writing is not easy.

18. fandom you plan to join next year

Not yet sure. I'm on season 5 of Chicago PD now so probably by early next year, I'll be up to speed on all the One Chicago shows.

20. favourite character of the year

Dude, I cannot limit myself to one.

Sylvie Brett and Matt Casey (Chicago Fire), Lucy Chen (The Rookie), Kim Burgess (Chicago PD) and maybe everyone from Ted Lasso because that show is amazing.

21. favourite ship of the year

Brett and Casey for sure! They have me in a choke hold and I wouldn't have it any other way.

27. best fandom moment of the year

When all the Brettsey fans exploded with joy during 9x16. I mean, we waited three years for that!!!

29. fandom “first” you accomplished this year

I started writing fanfic! Something I never thought I could do.

Send me some asks!

[caitsyoi]

I made a post about the Seraphites, so now I want to make one about the WLF. This post is mostly about the WLF's home base, aka the stadium and the area immediately around it. I've included some of my favorite pictures, and my thoughts and observations about where they live and their culture.

Under the cut again to keep things nice and clean.

I gotta say, this blew my mind when I first saw this as Abby. The WLF really have their shit together. Multiple power sources, a bunch of the resources FEDRA left behind, and multiple food sources. The field has cattle, sheep, and chickens plus some farming. On the steps they have even more areas for farming. They have a way to collect water, and even people to design and string up their logo everywhere.

It makes sense, supposedly thousands of people live here (you can't see it unless except via glitch, but there is also baseball stadium immediately next to this that they might also occupy).

We only see where Abby and other soldiers (perhaps squad leaders?) live. They have a pretty cushy life, two per luxury box (the rooms NFL teams overcharge for that run along the upper level of stadiums). Mel also mentions a special area for young families, I wouldn't be surprised if these areas were further divided. Perhaps there is also housing for larger families and single people who aren't soldiers or squad leaders. I very much wonder if those who join the military get better housing than those that work as farmers (or dishwashers, teachers, laundry washers, cooks, etc.). As mentioned earlier, Abby and Manny live in a luxury box, and there are 112 of those in the stadium this is based on. That's housing for 224 people, if they all live like the people in Abby's hallway. That would mean there has to be more housing in other parts of the stadium.

This stadium was once used by FEDRA, and you can see the concrete barriers they left behind along the edge of the field. They have to have more cattle than this, to feed all the people that supposedly live under the WLF. There is farmland around the stadium (more on that later), so maybe they mostly let them graze out there, then move some in when they plan on slaughtering them soon.

I love that they have wind turbines AND solar panels. You can see the influence that the Fireflies had on Issac and the WLF, they really focus on stability and restoring what was lost (at least when it comes to comfort). So they have electricity, sustainable food sources (and multiple kinds too), and a way to collect water (you can't see it in this shot, but they use a system similar to Jackson's, just on a much wider scale).

They teach a curriculum similar to what was taught to kids before the outbreak. We only see two classrooms, but from what I can tell they try to give the gives the type of education they could have received in the old days (as best they can, at least). Both the teachers you see are pretty young, which makes me wonder who taught them.

Most of the kinds you see in class are pretty young, like less than 10. These look a little order (they are outside the stadium in the market area, which I will talk about more a little later). I wonder how long WLF children are required to attend school (I think I saw a sign for 1st through 6th grade, so at least that?). I imagine they get a basic education with some broad looks into various topics, and maybe the ones most apt for study are selected to do specialized careers like teaching or meteorology. Other children are probably pushed into farming or the military portion of the WLF. Regardless of what they study, they probably also get a heavy dose of WLF propaganda. That aligns with how gung-ho many of them are to fight.

I wonder if military service is compulsory, like everyone has has to do at least so much time and then they can do other things if they want. Or maybe they make it so you don't have to fight if you don't want to, but those that do get better perks.

Most of the WLF you see appear to be in their 20's or 30's, or at least the fighters. That would mean they have spent most (if not all) of their lives under military rule, and they would have a special allegiance to the WLF since they manage things so much better than FEDRA did. Plus, you know, all that propaganda. I imagine they are told a lot about how the WLF is restoring society and how the WLF saved them from FEDRA/Scars/infected.

Sorta related, I thought of an WLF AU. Ellie grows up in Seattle under the WLF, perhaps with Riley and Dina and the other characters from canon. So many interesting things can be done with this, but that's for another post maybe.

This is one the cafeteria's the WLF use. I believe this is one of a few, although this is the only one you see. There is also a butcher and small market for clothing and items here too. They prepare food here, but I think the majority of cooking is done in an area set up for it in the stands.

They have posted meal times for groups A-F, and separate meal times for children and the late night patrol. So maybe this is the only cafeteria? Each end is blocked off, so maybe they use some of the corridor that circles the stadium for more living quarters.

This is also community space where they can play games, chat, or read. There also seems to be a mix of soldiers and other workers eating together, as well as young families (there is at least 1 or 2 women with young babies in here).

This little detail was super cute to me, but it also tells you a lot about WLF society. Everyone has a job to do, there is a role and place for everyone to contribute.

I'll talk more about this in another post (titled "It's Silly to Call a Post-apocalyptic Group 'Fascists', but Still the WLF Is Pretty Messed Up"), but an important thing to remember about the WLF is that everything comes down to Issac. He has the final say on everything, he makes all the major decisions, he picks squad leaders, he decides who needs to be punished, he's basically the Supreme Leader. Issac has been shown to be somewhat progressive with some things (you can follow whatever religion you want or none at all in the WLF, the WLF has no problem with LGBTQ people, you can get medical waivers for military duty, they provide support for pregnant women and parents, etc.), and in other ways he is very much the opposite (he punishes anyone who disagrees with him - this could be a relatively light punishment of a crappy assignment or it could be a beating, then there's the whole attempted genocide thing). Anyway, my point is that there are good things about the WLF, but also there is a serious darkside.

Anyway, when I saw this lady and her baby I immediately thought of Dina doing this with JJ while she gardens.

I absolutely loveeeee this little detail. A mural for the fallen. This really reminds me of some stuff you could see today, just replace the wolf with an eagle and make the uniforms camo.

There are 46ish names on this wall, so I wonder if it is continuously updated or if there are multiple murals, because they definitely have lost more people than that over the years. Also, there are about 150 people at the FOB (the amount of bodies at the FOB, yes I counted) that will need to be added. Maybe the war with the Seraphites just really exploded in the last few weeks (or maybe longer) leading up to Ellie's arrival.

I love that you can pause during the ride with Abby, Mel, and Manny to look around the outside of the stadium. Immediately outside there are train tracks and what appears to be a large market running along side of it. This is on the west side of the stadium, I believe. A major highway intersection is also nearby.

The market has all sorts of goods, food, gas, clothing, cleaning products, TVs and other electronics, records, and even more. I wonder if this is some sort of intake area for any goods they bring back to the base. But who runs these little shops? From some notes you can find we know their economy runs on trade, so how does this work?

Once you get past the market area, you see a pretty vast section of farmland. I loved this shot because it also shows one of their rain water storage areas. They mark this water as to be used only for irrigation, so they must use something else for people to drink and bathe with. Or maybe they just filter some water for people to use, and the rest goes to the plants.

In the background you can see the wall and a guard tower. There is a larger wall (like much larger, I'm talking maybe 5 stories) around the QZ, and a smaller one that runs around the stadium.

This is labeled "Checkpoint #4", so I'm not sure if that means there are other gates, but this is the only one we see in game.

The wall is pretty thick, and you can see these guard towers spaced out all alongside it (much like in Jackson). Once you leave the walls you are immediately surrounded by the wasteland that is post-apocalyptic Seattle.

[the-firebird69]

His brother was pretty Sharp and he used BG as cover it's a playland and it's an entertainment place the educated his own people by using Epcot and we understand what they were doing they had food from everywhere and it was all coded tons of people are looking at it now there is a massive amount of code there he was a beautiful boy for satanists and a terror for us

Mac is still a terror and a bunch of his are and will and Bill and bja and Trump but you people are losing it rapidly your grip on reality and what's real and what's not in your also attacking us in space which does nothing any delusional and you're weirdos they're huge groups trying to get here most of what you're doing is ineffective to stop them I'm kind of tired of defending you I'm letting groups in partial ones and you say it's normal which is great your failures now in large part because of your gifted people who actually took down one of your gigantic generals shall we come he's really a region of some kind of a special operative and you lost him for agreed and you lost your plan for greed to Trump was more greedy and a lot less confident than you are and Dave was and practically all of you is very incompetent and as soon as worse and they made a big mess now you have the outcome of it tons of people trying to get here huge piles of people competing over the same thing it's a massive war it's not having the effect you want everybody's fighting over personal Jesus it's a nasty thing to put out there but he hates you so much and he deserves to stab at you somehow and we feel bad for him because people going to figure out how awful that was shortly and there's some things you should know he has a real rifle it's a 22 it's loaded he testified it today I'll back and we want them dead if you don't take care of it we will he says take care of it now I don't want him here threatening me I don't want anyone have any weapons here and it's also lighting up the place and I'm sure their weapons here and so I kind of appreciate him doing it it's kind of a bonehead thing to do but he didn't do it on purpose for that purpose and we agree with our son we're going to take it out and we can go out after the rest it's a daily thing and he's had it all day and they shouldn't and people are holding it there because Tommy f wants to Wing him or Andrew him and really the sites are not good and the guns old and we can't rely on it so I'm going to take care of Tommy f and PG and the gun and other people are very very big troublemakers and pains in the asses you people should have been put down years ago you messed up everything your losers and you messed up everything for satanists and really you helped us great a great deal you you messed up everything okay what came out today wasn't no way from Abby it was from you numbskulls nearby and it's all in writing and it's all approvable and tons of Max saw you doing it and they're going to go after you and your p**** is trying to blame a woman for what you're going to say

Thor

Freya

We agree Hera Zeus

Olympus

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats Dusty on your application for Ruby Astor! Please check out this page for what to do next. Welcome to the group!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Dusty Preferred pronoun: They/Them She her Age: 28 Timezone/Country: EST USA RP Experience: Lots ( Ten years here on tumblr more on forums) Activity Level: Lots- around almost all the time, I average probs a 6/7 out of ten

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Ruby Harmony Astor Designation: Dom Age: 19 Faceclaim: Taylor Swift Orientation: Pansexual Kinks: Bondage, Shibari, Impact ( All kinds), Orgasm play, Pain play, Wax play Anti-Kinks: Vore, Gore, Permanent injuries , bathroom play

Key Points:

Comes from money, while Ruby herself isn't a household name yet, her family is

An artist, currently selling her work through an online shop and it is selling well. ( Money goes mostly to a trust account to be unlocked once she enters into a claim. )

Also a musician/ singer songwriter ( has released three albums) but her label wants her to graduate before her career gets any bigger

Is autistic (well supported but still will occasionally have meltdowns and shutdowns) and has a service dog

Highly intelligent and very passionate

BIO

Ruby was born into luxury, the daughter of to two high powered doms, both of whom had two subs and had bought a few slaves to run the estates as well as the family fortune of old money. A jetsetter from a young age, her childhood was spent in LA, NYC, London and Paris. Creative from the start, her parents threw her into lessons in art and music, filling her days outside of private school. They expected nothing but the best from their heir. The children were raised by their parents claims and some of the families slaves.

Her life was simple, after they learned she was autistic, they bought a service dog and adjusted to her needs. Shifting houses was always known well in advance and they pulled her out of school and paid for private tutors. Private hangouts with fellow rich kids to keep her social. Expectations were still high, but they listened to autistic adults and let her passions lead the way.

Her school performance exploded when the pressures of a traditional school fell away. She excelled in school and started writing her own music and songs all while continuing her art progress. She was signed to a label at 15- the folk pop sound gaining lots of traction. She released one album and it blew up. Quickly throwing together another one, it launched and then she went on her first tour, getting her second service dog after.

After she arrived home, her parents presented her with bdsm tutors as well as a personal slave to practice with. Orders and skills that she needed to know came easy and she found a thrill in dominating. Soon after her third album released, she went on tour again, this time to even larger venues, Her label saw her popularity and said, you have to go to institute before you blow up. She then started researching and picked one far away from any of her homes. After some talking with her parents, they came to the conclusion to go forward with a new service dog as there would be no telling how long she would be at school. The new pupper they got was a Bernese mountain dog named Abby, who would help Ruby navigate the world.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What are your feelings about the mark you have received?

"It's an honor to be marked as a dom. I'm very thrilled about it as I feel it suits me." She twirls a pencil around. " It comes naturaly to me, we grew up having slaves and us kiddos were allowed and encouraged to order them around." She sighs. " Now all I have to do is make my family proud.

How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it?

"Much the same, I'm a bit softer in my domming style,but that doesn't mean I take any shit. Also my parents are very much "We decide for you" Types of Doms . I want my submissives to be able to chase their dreams as long as it works with what I have planned.

Where do you see yourself after you graduate?

"With two claims or three claims in NYC or LA where we can all puruse our dreams. For me it's continuing with my art and music careers. "

How do you feel about authority?:

Two fold, I like having the authority but I also respect it from other people. My childhood was a lot of be seen and not heard at those fancy parties.

[musicallisto]

hello there, love! can i request to be shipped from a male character in the sophomore, ilitw, and high school story? I'm a female with dark brown eyes (almost black) and jet black hair. I'm slightly tan. I like listening to music especially indie and bands (coldplay, imagine dragons, bastille), movies, eating at fast foods alone, can appreciate dry and self deprecating humor. i hardly open up but i like listening to others. i get attach to fictional characters, d eEP CONVERSATIONS && theories!!

we have the same music taste vkvkvkvkvk

I Ship You With…

Z I G   O R T E G A

(faceclaim: Santiago Segura)• You would introduce him to soooo much good music. Actually, it would be an exchange, because you both know some excellent artists and tracks and you’re dying to share them with someone, stan them and bingewatch their concerts and interviews. When you first meet and eventually start dating, you have very different musical tastes but as days pass and you begin to show each other your favorite songs, they evolve into a perfect mixture of the best of your favorite genres! You end up creating a collaborative Spotify playlist - you know, those kinds of playlists that you can both freely add songs to and when you’re not sleeping with each other, it’s a tradition to send the other the link to your favorite song at the moment. That way, you discover tons of new bands to stan and Zig becomes this huge Imagine Dragons and Muse fan (also he develops a slight admirative crush on Chris Martin but like who doesn’t have a crush on this man honestly, a true hero)

• Okay you like eating at fast foods alone and he’s very concerned about his diet, his well-being and his health since he must remain in perfect shape for his ballet, so it’s not that often that you eat pizza or burgers together. (actually, close to never.) so instead, you have these homecooked, delicious meals where you just invite each other, cook together and end up tasting your, ahem, culinary invention. Neither of you are gifted cookers so it usually ends up in a huge food fight in the kitchen, tainting poor, passing-through Becca’s blouse and terrified-yet-mildly-amused Aaron’s T-shirt. There’s cake preparation on every single wall and on the floor as well, strawberries dead on the countertops and eggshells laying wounded next to the bowl, so it’s safe to say that cookery speaking, it’s a disaster, but neither of you really mind after the absolutely amazing reenactment of a medieval battle you’ve just made, and when Zig leans in to “wipe from flour off your face” (it quickly turns into a heated make-out session on the worktop until a traumatized Zack walks in and yells he’ll need to “sluice his eyes with acid to forget the obsecenity he just witnessed”.

T Y L E R

(faceclaim: Harry Shum Jr.)• MOVIES AND TV SHOWS MARATHONS, ohmygod, so many of them. The funny thing is neither of you actually have a Netflix account. You’re just constantly stealing your friends’ codes, especially Becca’s and Chris’s, because they’re too busy working or… doing undefined presidential stuff to notice and also to even use their Netflix. So you’re basically the hugest moochers the world has ever known but none of you mind because what’s the point of having Netflix if you’re not gonna use it, that shit’s expensive plus they’re technically just doing a friend favor amirite? So you regularly have The Crown And The Flame marathons, you know how much Tyler loves that show and even if at first you only agreed to watch it so he would stop talking about it 25/8, you ended up adoring the story and the characters, so you watch the three seasons every once in a while and can basically recite all the script by heart. You even dressed up as Annelyse for Halloween so you would match with Tyler and Abbie! Your personal guilty pleasure, however, are Cassandra Leigh movies, that woman is just so talented and beautiful, and her acting is always on point! Tyler wasn’t a huge fan of it at first but eventually liked her movies more and more (and also, he just loves to see his best friend happy and fangirling over her movies, because it’s cute and rewarding and also it can always be useful for blackmailing so be warned)

• You are King and Queen of self-deprecating humor and dark references and memes that literally no one else understands. Sometimes you’ll just look at each other and literally say or do NOTHING and burst out laughing like a bunch of kids. You just have so many private jokes and memories with Tyler that are simply impossible to understand for someone who doesn’t have a brain and a sense of humor wired like yours. Also there’s literally no boundaries in your self-mockery, like you’ll just point at a trash can in the street and simply say “same” and the rest of the gang will ask you why you say that, telling you it’s not true, you’re beautiful and worth it etc., but Tyler will randomly laugh because he knows. And at this point it’s become a competition between you. You have yet to decide the prize but whoever comes up with the best self-deprecating punchline wins… something. Between the “you know they made a day dedicated to me? It’s garbage day!” and the “my personality in a nutshell is the loser character trait from the Sims”, it’s a concerto of mockery and the others don’t understand how you can possibly laugh at somethiing so sad?? but intellectuals (Tyler and you) know it’s the best form of humor and the tournament still goes on day by day

N O A H   M A R S H A L L

(faceclaim: Nick Robinson)• Before anyone comes @ me, I KNOW HE’S NOT A LI AND HE’S A TRAITOR BUT ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE WHEN YOU LIVE IN AN ESCAPIST FANTASY CREATED AS A SELF-DEFENCE MECHANISM TO COPE WITH THE HARDSHIPS OF LIFE so yeah I ship you with Noah. You would help him after Jane’s death, being the most comprehensive and supportive friend ever. Despite your young age, you knew what Noah wanted in those troubled times what a lot of space and quiet, and every now and then a friend to talk to, to distract himself.That’s what you became for him. When all the others children were circling around him like vultures, asking for stories, all the juicy and gruesome details about her death, about that supposed thing that thing that supposedly killed her, you were the one who scared them away, protecting your best friend and telling them how inconsiderate and heartless they were being. You easily were one of the most mature and friendly people he’d ever known, also giving him support and sometimes advice to face his mother and the abrupt departure of his father. When you grew up, you always helped him stay focused on what really mattered to him, reminding him of the diner he wanted to open, of his plans for the future. It was only a matter of years until he realized he was in love with his childhood best friend, who had been there for him through the good and the bad.

• Since you started dating Noah, a few years after the end of high school because he was not feeling ready to be involved romantically with anyone then, you realized that your attachment to fictional characters started to evolve. You could almost always see a pattern in the characters you prefered in books: it was often the lonely, tortured and sarcastic character, withdrawn because of his dark past, and you were quick to determine that it was because of how much they reminded you of Noah after all the shit happened. He was feeling a lot better now, and you could see how radiant he was in his culinary major, but you always remembered all the hardships you had to face and all the self-esteem issues you had to fight from both sides. Also, Noah understood perfectly what it was like to be completely fucked up by a book or a TV show, and to get attached to a character to the point that you can’t stop thinking about them and feel like a own member of your family died when the sadistic author decides to put an end to their suffering. (can u tell this is personal experience) He never judges you and always comforts you when your favorite character died or is having a hard time or your OTP became canon or you’re just hyperventilating/ugly crying because of fictional universes.

• After several years of fighting and struggling, and many days of hopefulness, Noah’s dream of opening his own diner finally comes true and he’s more glowing than you’ve ever seen him. He’s incredibly thankful because not only have you been morally helpful, you’ve also helped him economically and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to repay you. You don’t want anything of course: just saying your boyfriend truly happy is fabulously rewarding. Baby Jane’s soon becomes a known spot for Westchester locals, who more or less all know Noah from the time he lived there, and it feels weird yet great to move back to your hometown after so many years. You sometimes help him when you have a day off work, cooking with him or, more usually, you work as a waitress because he playfully kisses you while saying “Listen, I love you a lot, but I’m better slaving over a hot stove.” You don’t mind, because it’s always a pleasure to work with him and since the customers remember you from your younger days, you get the chance to chat with them and reunite with your old group of friends, who come to visit you every once in a while. It’s a calm and placid life, but after everything you’ve been through, it’s everything you want and deserve.

A N D Y   K A N G

(faceclaim: Min Jun Qian)• Your best friend would be Andy, and this since childhood, just like Noah! He would be a rock for you, always there to cheer you up and listen to you when you’re down, and you would be equally comforting to him, especially when he’s going through figuring out his life and his identity. He would’ve been so lost without you during his childhood and adolescence, after the terrifying Jane drama and everything that came after. He quickly becomes you partner in crime and, being a little more extroverted than you, he’s often the one who introduces you to his friends, invites you to parties through mutual acquaintances, and sometimes even gives you ideas for uh… some not-so-authorized stuff in the school, but you only agree if you know it’s perfectly safe and you don’t risk anything (or at least, anything too important) because you have to admit the thrills and the adrenaline are what you live for in those little moments, especially with your best friend.

• He’s also the one you can have deep conversations with during high school. You know Noah is still too emotionally bruised to talk about things that he may consider “depressing” or “too big for children to understand”, and you respect that he doesn’t want to get involved in those kinds of heavy reflections. However, you really want to discuss about them with someone, and Andy is the perfect person for that. He’s very open-minded, intelligent and ressourceful. His goofy, funny side always adds a twist to the theories you already know and debate about - “maybe you are an Illuminati, how can I be sure I can trust you?” (to which you answer “you can’t” with a malicious smile). Sometimes it’s not even that deep, it’s just talking about what you think is going to happen next in your favorite TV shows or books, or discussing a character’s psychology - it often happens that Andy and you have drastically opposed points of view on the same character and you like to confront them and understand why the other likes them, or hates them.

• Your favorite spot to talk about those theories and have those philosophical conversations about the moon, the earth, society and reality is in his garden. When you were kids, you used to have sleepovers at his house and your parents never minded because they were friends with Andy’s; now that you’re older, you basically spend most of your free nights at his place, laying on the grass and watching the navy blue sky. You built a little wooden house in the trees in his backyard when you were twelve, with the help of your friends and his parents, and it has a perfect view of the sky and the trees below. At first, going up there is very difficult, especially surrounding yourselves with trees and the singing of the forest, but the more you went up in the tree house, the easier it was to go back to the forest. It’s so calm and placid up there, with only the birds chirping to disturb you, or rather soothe you, and you’ve lost count of the nights you’ve fallen asleep there. It’s the best place to have deep conversations and also silly dares, and it’s so peaceful that you can almost forget all the bad stuff that happened in your youth.

I’m sorry but I didn’t have time to write a long headcanon like those up there for HSS! Just know that I romantically ship you with Michael Harrison, someone you’d be able to talk to about anything, from the silliest things (“do crabs think fish are flying?”) to the deepest (”what do you think Area 51 is really?”), and he’d always be up for a good laugh. And your best friend would be Morgan Jennings, being one of Michael’s best friends, she became yours as well, and you would love the same kind of music and go to concerts together and collectively lose your shit. Everyone thinks Morgan is a little selfish, but you know better than that, and you want to prove everyone that she actually has a heart of gold!

Hope you don’t mind this, I didn’t want to make you wait any longer and it was getting a lot for me to write!

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Oasis - Wonderwall (yES)Coldplay - Adventure of a LifetimeArctic Monkeys - R U Mine?Halsey - Ghost

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I'M BACK, (maybe insert something here a little less aggressive than BITCHES) ... Nah

8/13/18

Ahhhh... It’s been a while, huh?

I had an Engagement/Housewarming party to prep for and host a couple weekends ago AND my best friend ever (ABBIE) visited from (the middle of no where) North Carolina! She was only here for a week so I took off a couple days of work to see her as much as possible. I figured it was the least I could do because she flew here just for my party. That sweet thing. (Honestly she’s kind of harsh and not sweet at all but she is sweet to me LOL).

You know what I love about my blog? I write it because I like it. I write it when I want to. It’s not something I have to get done, that I have a deadline for, etc. Dishes? Need to be done at some point every single day in my house. Laundry? Weekly chore that NEEDS to be done. My blog? Definitely something I do to relax and soothe me. Something that makes me feel good. Its not something I am obligated to do. Much like my modeling! But when I need a break, I need a break.

I took a little break because I was wearing myself thin a little bit. Not with writing, but with everything. I took a break from modeling when we bought our house because, well, I had to. I wasn’t getting enough sleep during the day because of the buying process; going to the bank when it was open, meeting with my lender when he was available, house hunting during the day, being awake for inspections, etc. Modeling was something that needed to be put on the back burner for about 5 or 6 weeks. Baby (my fiancé) is the one who pushed me to get back into it in July. Things started to slow down and I had time again! I have an issue though. I do this thing where I get very ambitious and excited to get back at something or start something new to the point that I overdo it. I booked about 8 shoots in the matter of 2 weeks and a lot of them were out of the area. I overdid it for sure and burnt myself out all over again. That wasn’t all that did it though; Abbie was about to visit, the house needed to be in order, having Nugget (my soon to be step-son) every other week, weddings and birthday parties to attend, we had our engagement photos done, etc. Honestly, adulthood was getting in the way. I am glad I booked so many shoots though because I am putting out my best content right now.

The engagement pictures are GORGEOUS. I am in LOVE. If you've read my two posts about how I began modeling, how I continue to do so now, and my advice for how to get into it, (A Model Was Discovered and Modeling a Year Later) you will recall my first real photoshoot. I posed as the bride in a wedding styled shoot for a photographer named Linsey Goodson here in Green Bay. She started it all for me and I've always been a huge fan of her work. It was such a treat for her to capture the love Baby and I have for one another in pictures. If you'd like to see more of her amazing work, go to https://linseygoodsonphoto.com/ to check it out! The wedding styled shoot we collaborated on is on her website, too. You can find her on social media platforms. I know I put a bunch in this post but if you want to see more, follow me on Instagram! @sabrinadwieland 

Any who, I have a lot of requested blog-topics to cover right now. I picked 3 just to start off with this week. I’m just gonna let you in on what they are, right up front: Religion in my personal life, my love for the show FRIENDS, and being friends with the opposite sex.

Starting off pretty heavy with the religion thing, aren’t we? A follower of mine on Instagram asked me to touch on this and I found it to be an interesting inquiry. I feel like the new age of religion is that there isn’t much of it. Or am I just not paying attention? Or are people just private about it? I’d be surprised if you told me people are just private about ANYthing in this day in age. I just had a different follower of mine tell me that she feels like she knows me just because of what I post and how often I post. I thought that was pretty cool to hear actually; that people pay attention and find my content enjoyable. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I’m not religious at all. It’s most-likely from the fact that I wasn’t raised religiously. Now, some of my family members are genuinely bothered with me “not believing.” It’s irionic because these family member who are bothered are some of the ones who raised me on a daily basis. It’s as if they forgot they never took me to church or taught me anything about the Bible. My mother and I would recite the “I lay me down to sleep…” prayer before bed but that was about it. And that didn’t last very long anyway. I wouldn’t say it’s that I “don’t believe.” I just don’t see much proof of the actual … THING I am supposed to believe in. An all-powerful man somewhere in the sky that controls everything. It’s hard for me to grasp, but it’s not for me to say it doesn’t exist. I’ve always been a bit more scientific in my beliefs. I do, however, think that we all need something to believe for our own sanity. Whether that something is real or not. It’s nice to think that Baby, Nugget, and I can go to an afterlife of some sort and be together forever. It’s nice to think that everything happens for a reason and someone or something is taking care of us, and has plans for our souls. I wish I could know if this all was real. I just don’t know if it is and I can’t count on it. I can’t say I haven’t prayed to something in times of need or hoped that there was someone/something greater than all of us taking care of me. Like I said, I have a hard time believing that it’s a real thing. Crazy things have happened in my life, miracles have taken place; horrible things have also happened, too. I’m kind of stuck in the middle with religion. I don’t know what I believe, and I’m okay with that uncertainty. I live my life with reason and logic while also trying to hold faith in SOMEthing. Even if I don’t really know what that thing is.

FRIENDS. Holy cow if you even know what my name is, you also already know I’m the biggest FRIENDS fan in the universe. I know every word of the script, I swear. It’s almost sickening and I am super okay with it. LOL. People think it’s a little odd that someone as young as me (22) is so obsessed with a show that aired from 1994 to 2004. It’s actually been in my life since I was born because my mother watched it from the beginning. I obviously didn’t understand any of it until I was older, but I’ve been watching since as long as I can remember. My mother and I have had quite the history and we struggled with our relationship when I lived with her (and that is putting it mildly). But Friends was one thing that brought us together, rather than caused issues. I’ve noticed watching/listening to the show soothes me. This sounds really weird, but because of the positive connotation it has, it seriously de-stresses me and calms me down. I have this show playing on some electronic of mine at a point during almost every day of my life. It’s on when I’m cleaning, when I’m getting ready for the day or a photoshoot, when I used to do homework in college, when I cook, when I need something to fall asleep to, when I actually just want to watch it, etc. I know the show so well that I don’t even need to physically watch it, I just want to listen to it so I listen to it at work and even when I shower. I kick some serious ass at Friends trivia because I’ve watched the series (10 seasons. 236 episodes) over 50 times. I’ve done estimates and if I watch a certain amount of episodes every day on average (which I do), I have easily seen it all way more than that, even. I’ve owned season on VHS and DVD. I literally only have Netflix for the ease of FRIENDS watching. The day it leaves Netflix, I will be heartbroken and a huge mess. It’s like a security blanket for me. I laugh at it harder the more I watch it. I feel like I know the characters personally. I own a bunch of FRIENDS merchandise. I know an unhealthy amount about the show. I just have a really deep and strong connection to the show and it may be weird to some people but I love it.  I recommend the shit out of it. I’m not even sorry for swearing, that was just passion.

Being friends with the opposite sex. From my perspective. I just talked to Baby about this so it’s coinditental that I write about it today. The wedding he and I attended on Saturday was actually for a long-time female friend of his. He was talking about how he was thinking of all the times they had and memories they shared. I found myself feeling… I don’t know the word exactly… I couldn’t relate. I have had two very close male friends and it was a constant struggle because they both wanted to be more than that when I was friends with them. Other standard male friends of mine that I never got very close to always eventually hit on me, asked me out, or flirted with me in some way. That isn’t me being conceited or anything, it’s just how it always went. I have one male friend that has never tried anything with me and I’ve never even met him. We lives a little bit out of my area and we met through friends on Facebook. He’s a great guy and I trust him a lot. I still can’t relate to Baby with the friendship because I haven’t even met my closest guy-friend. We don’t talk much anymore, either unfortunately. My best friend from work is a man, but he is also gay. We tell each other everything and we have a lot of fun together. Obviously there is no room for any possibility of something happening. I know straight men and straight women can be just friends, I just have yet to experience it myself successfully. I have no problem with Baby having close female friends; I trust him completely. I think I might not be close to any straight men because of my previous experience with those relationships. I’ve only seen the dangerous side of being friends because of who my friends were, and not the innocent side. I do believe you can be just friends, but I know there is possibility for something more to occur and I just try to steer clear of that in my own life.

How was your weekend? I had s’mom things going on. Baby is 27 and has a 3 year old brother (yep, that’s right!) and Nugget (who is 4) looooves playing with him. They get along really well. He came over and I watched those two boys for a few hours on Friday. Baby made us all dinner and then retreated to our den to play his new Madden 19 I got for him as our one year anniversary present. He loves it and I’m glad he does. The little ones and I played outside for the evening. Saturday was booked tight, as well. Baby helped his parents demo their new home while Nugget and I went to my sister’s 6th birthday party. Yep, I have a really young sibling, too. She and Nugget also are very close so they had a blast bowling. The future husband and I had a wedding to attend Saturday evening so Nugget spent the night at his soon-to-be grandparents’ house! He and my sister (we’ll call her Kin) had a blast. Then, the dreaded Sunday hit. Pick-ups and drop-offs with Nugget are not consistent each week (which I struggle with because I’m very much a fan of schedules and planning far ahead of time), getting back into the third shift groove isn’t easy, and it’s usually the day that Baby and I need to do our weekly grocery shopping. It’s my toughest day because I need to find a 4-hour block that I can sleep during to prep for my first third-shift of the week. That means that it needs to be later in the day, but not directly before I go to work (because I also need to sleep as soon as I get home Monday morning). It also needs to be quiet in the house, of course. I think my body knows it’s Sunday when it rolls around because Sundays are also the days I get migraines the most. I was having a pretty hard time today, but Baby is very attentive and spoils the heck out of me in the ways I need on Sundays. He often times makes me breakfast when we get up, does the dishes, makes sure I get that long nap in, he tucks me in beforehand, makes sure it’s quiet the whole time I am sleeping, gets me up on time, has dinner ready for when I wake up, gets me meds when I need them for my head, gets me water, etc. Sundays are my least favorite but he really makes them entirely tolerable for me. I can’t thank him enough. He pays such close attention to me and I am incredibly grateful.

That felt GREAT to write. Wow. I missed this. I don’t know what I’m writing next, but stay tuned for more posts SOON! (P.S. I would super appreciate if you shared this to your Facebook page and on Tumblr or both!)