#i'm only 10 minutes in and i'm already SO bored and this shit is THREE. HOURS. LONG

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

started watching oppenheimer

[ilikekidsshows]

whenevee I said that I'm sick of miraculous because it going down so bad there's always people who told me to be patient, it will get better and my only question is "WHEN??"

No seriously I was told the same thing when s3 end, that Marinette will share the guardian secret to cat noir now that she's a guardian (because in s2 she told cat that it's not her secret to tell and now she's a guardian IT IS her secret to tell.

S4 proof that wrong.

Then I was told that it will get better since Marinette already apologize to cat noir and s5 just get worse and worsen.

And it's not me being impatient either because I don't mind long running show, I've been watching detective Conan since I was in elementary and now I'm already adult, that's how dedicated I am to a show. But only for a show that worth my investment.

Miraculous, since s4 already showed me that this show doesn't care about Marinette get out of her flaw, it relied on the show and the fandom (especially Marinette stan) to gaslight other audience to keep saying it will be better times and times again. I don't mind s4 because I know a conflict will be resolved but for it to actually not resolved at all but getting worst instead??? Yeah, I'm not going to stick around to see Marinette going deeper into the ugliest version of herself and see everyone just nod and say "that's the greatest ladybug in all history"

I'm now gonna say s4 isn't a ladynoir conflict season, it's a season to conditioned cat noir into perfect obedience pet and all that mistreatment? It's all just her being stressed, not a big deal, everyone has a bad day right? You just need to understand and be patient even if she leash out at you BECAUSE UNDERSTANDING IS THE KEY *HEAVY SARCASM*

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The “just wait until it gets better” crowd needs to shut the fuck up. Season four premiered three and a half years ago. We’ve been waiting for this shit to get good for three years and 55 episodes (two of the specials are part of the S5 narrative so they count as S5 episodes). How reasonable is it to expect people to wait OVER FIFTY-FIVE EPISODES for a claimed-to-be-serialized show to deliver on any of its premises? I’m just gonna go out on a limb here and say it’s absolutely bonkers.

I don’t care if there are good scenes or even whole-ass good episodes with nothing annoying in them in there. Anyone can manage to write one good episode if they're given a dozen chances to do so and the Miraculous writers have always been good at writing a singular, isolated scene that’s bound to get the audience hyped. But, like, is the show good often enough to justify the rest of the show being boring at its best or absolutely infuriating garbage at its worst? In my opinion, if the season premiere of season 5 is good while the rest of it is a downward spiral of garbage, then season 5, as a whole, is garbage. Even if we consider the specials good as well, that means less than 20% of the season is good, which is one fifth of the whole season. Season four was even worse with having only a couple of episodes I considered worth watching, meaning the percentage drops down to 10%.

This is even more inexcusable when we’re using those isolated scenes to justify this show still being watchable. Even if a single scene in an otherwise incredibly annoying episode is the hypest shit ever, it’s not gonna make me want to rewatch that episode, because those single, couple of minute scenes are, once again, less than half of the whole. This is extra annoying when the same episodes have some of the supposedly best scenes in this show coupled with some of the worst, or if the said "best scenes" are actually absolutely infuriating with their implications (like Bug Noire kicking ass only being possible by the absolute sidelining of Adrien's character). If just watching a compilation of “best X scenes” lets you get a better experience than the actual show, the actual show is bad.

Once again, the media analyst in me is looking at patterns. The people hyping this show up focus on these small increments of good or it-will-be-good-if-the-writers-commit-to-it-which-we-know-they-won’t, so they can say that following the show is still worth it, but is it really? If you start quantifying your enjoyment of this show, do you actually spend more time enjoying it than waiting for something interesting to happen? The “some parts of this show are still good” is a pattern, alright, but, we must look at what that pattern means. The pattern means that the experience of watching Miraculous is mostly waiting for that good stuff to happen every once in a while. And, like, even the good stuff has stuff that annoys me personally, or is only made possible through things that piss me off, so I find nothing to enjoy about this shitshow.

[dirtybitfic]

so wrong yet so right

matt sturniolo x y/n

Contains- lecture, disciplinary conversation, dirty talk , flirting, humiliation.

( matt is your professor and you've been skipping class so he has you stay after class to talk)

y/n pov ~

I've been seeing this guy on and off for a while but recently he's been persuading me to skip my lectures and I agree every time. Today I told him I have to go to my class due to the fact if I missed today id be dropped from the class and I don't need to deal with that and my parents would be up my ass.

I grabbed my bag and packed up my shit and started my 8 minute drive to campus. Im honestly glad my apartment isn’t far from campus or id be late to every class ever.

I parked and made my way into the building. The halls were quiet since this is a later class and most of the building is used in the morning.

I had my air pods in as I listened to Maria Maria by Santana and the product G&B.

I open the door of my lecture room and make my way down the first two steps choosing to sit further in the back .

I sit down and bring out my computer to type notes during the lecture and wait for the class to fill up.

After about 5 minutes the room was filled to the brim with bored students ready for the day to over since its Friday and everyone just wants to be out at the clubs and parties taking place for st.Patricks day.

im gonna be honest this class is kinda boring I had to take it so I have to suffer through but ... the professor is hot asf so I don't mind being stuck in this room for 2 hours and 15 minutes.

Okay guys today were going to be sharing the stories you've all written throughout this week . professor Sturniolo says as he dims the lights and calls up the first student to read their story.

This is a creative writing class and we’re aloud to write anything we want but I missed the fact we’d be sharing the storys... I find that my best writing is dark romance . It's all I read and it's all that keeps me interested .

There is NO FUCKING WAY i'm reading this shit in front of the class . I guess from the class I missed on Tuesday was when he explained that we’d be sharing them with the class.

After about 10 students we were an hour into class . This is a smaller class probably around 60 people. Im praying to god we don't get through everyone today so I can write up a new story over the weekend that isn't filled with smut and masks and corn mazes like the one I have written this week.

I had to pee when we got to the 30th story so I got up quietly slipping out and rushing to the bathroom.

Call me crazy but every time my eyes drifted to Professor Sturniolo his eyes were already on me . Id like to think i'm delusional but the eye contact we held as he gave me a stern look had me feeling otherwise.

I made my way back to class and sat back down . Im guessing we were on about the 35 story when he said we only had time for about three more after this one.

THANK FUCKING GOD I CAN WRITE A NEW STORY THIS WEEKEND I thought to myself as another guy came up to read his story.

I was in shock after he read his it was a story about an old couple with dementia and the only people they could remember in the end was each other as they died in each others arms listening to their first dance song from their wedding. Im not gonna lie I shed some tears .

I looked back at Professor sturniolo as he called the second to last person up to read . He looked at me with a smirk and I swear I saw his Adams apple bob as if he was chuckling at the fact I was crying from the story that was just read. I quickly wiped my tears and sank into my seat.

After the last story of the class he started talking about how he wants everyone to start a new story and have it ready for next Fridays class .

I want you guys to focus your next stories on a specific feeling . It could be anger, happiness envy... anything you're feeling in the moment . I know I don't usually give prompts but I want you guys to express your feelings and show me through your writing style so I can feel them as well . Portraying feelings is a way to keep your reader interested . Have a good weekend and be safe .

everyone starts packing up and I do as well until ...

Ms y/l/n can you stay for a second we need to talk about some things

I loudly gulp as I look down the stairs where he stands as I nod my head and make my way down to him as the last students filter out.

have a seat ms y/l/n he says motioning to the seat in front of where he stands .

I do and sit quietly waiting for him to speak.

so would you like to tell me why you've missed two weeks of class he asks as he walks to his desk grabbing a few things and putting them in his bag.

I have no good explanation so I make one up hoping he'll believe it.

I was sick the first week and last week I had car troubles and was unable to get transportation here. I say sounding a bit unsure.

did you go to the doctor for a sick note he asks as he walks over to me standing in front of me looking down at me all the sudden making me nervous.

umm no

then I cant except that excuse . As for the car troubles ... uber is an option or the bus he says narrowing his eyes on me .

I mean ... yes but I...

I think your lying to me y/n and I don't appreciate it. Id like to think I make this class fun and you are a good writer what could possibly be worth waisting your talent hmm? he asks as he kneels down in front of the desk so I have to make eye contact with him .

I don't know I whisper as my face gets red and all the sudden the room starts to get hot.

Its a boy isn't it he ask as he tilts his head and narrows his eyes.

what ... I ask looking at him scrunching my eye brows

oh come on y/n your face says it all . I hate to see you skip class for someone who keeps you from having good grades and staying focused

I don't know what your talking about ... like I said I was sick and my car was broken so I say as I look away . How did my face give him that much intell.

okay y/n here's what we're gonna do i'm going to ignore the fact that you are blatantly lying to my face and i'll let these absences slide . But... if you even think of skipping my class again I will drop you and you will have to retake my class next semester... an I understood?

y-yes sir thank you I say as I take a breathe I didn't realize I was holding and look back up at him as he stands above me.

now did you write a story this week even though you were absent?

I want to lie and say no but i'm already on his bad side . I hate to say it but... he looks so hot when he's being stern and slightly irritated. He's only 27 and im 22 which is slightly weird. Most of my professors are old as fuck but it's kind of refreshing to have a young teacher.

Yeah I did I just... I didn't know we’d have to share them in front of the class and its not exactly... something I want to read to 60 people. I say as I avert my eyes to the ground.

Then good thing you'll be reading it to me right now... I know your style of writing I read them on a weekly bases but if you'd come to class on tuesday you would have known you'd have to read it aloud .

y-you want me to read it to you now I ask as I look up at him with raised brows and worry in my eyes.

yes unless you have somewhere to be thats more important . The correct answer would be " no sir ill read it now" his tone was laced with attitude mixed with a degrading flare that had me clenching my thighs.

no sir I have no where to be ill read it now I say with a tinge of attitude .

good girl now grab your computer and come back down here and start reading when your ready

I swallow thickly when he calls me good girl as my thighs squeeze together and my face gets red . It's so wrong to think of my professor in the ways I am but he makes its so hard not too. He looks down at my clenched legs smirking and walking to his desk grabbing his chair and sitting it in front of the desk I am at .

I get up and walk back up to where I left my bag grabbing my computer and bringing it back down . Opening it up and logging in as I find my story in google docs and take a breathe . Ive never had to read what I wrote out loud and I hate it so much . The fact i'm about to read a full on sex scene to my teacher should be illegal but he reads my story's each week so how bad could this be right.

whenever you're ready he says as he leans back in his chair waiting for me to start.

o-okay I say as I look down and start reading .

I was running through the corn field the three boys chasing after me from all sides . I cant tell who's who from the masks but I know if they catch me i'm screwed. Im being smacked and sliced by the sharps thick dried shucks from the corn but I power through trying my best to get away untouched . I decide to take a left and run down a narrow path that had been cut . I hear a low chuckle close by as I look over and I continue running to see the gold mask looking at me as the boy approaches me quickly . You can keep running all you want but we will catch you and you'll pay for what you did I hear a deep voice call from behind me . My breathing accelerated as my legs grow week from the amount of running i've been doing tonight. The path all the sudden opens to a large circle with a cross in the middle where they tie up the scar crows but it seems to be missing but fresh ropes lays over the arm parts. I turn around and all the sudden my body is knocked to the ground by a large hard object tackling me .GET OFF ME I scream as the man who pummeled me to the ground holds me down sitting on my legs so I cant fight back. Should have kept running darling you're in for it now he says as the other two apear behind him. Fuck all of you I spit as they all hover over me . The one holding me down hoists me up and the others grab my arms as they push me back into the cross. The ropes that were hanging are all the sudden around my wrists as they tie me to the cross and my breathing starts to pick up . What the fuck are you doing stop take me down now I say to them as I start to panic. Mmmm no. You knew we'd come for you after you sent Darren to prison and now... you'll pay for your sins the one in the black mask says as he steps close to me and I suck in a breathe . He deserves every single year he’ll be in there and I will never be sorry for it. I say as I try to kick him in the leg but fail when my arms burn form the movement causing me to whine. Easy sweetheart your only going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that the one in the red mask says as he steps up to me . Now are you ready to pay for your sins red masks says . What fucking sins I did what had to be done I bite back.

You see sending him to prison hurt all of us and you're going to repay us . You're going to be our own personal slut . We'll take every part of you until you finally realize what you did was a huge mistake black mask says as he steps up to me grabbing me by the neck . Hell no I scold him . These three boys are crazy and deranged . So dark that it feels like the moon barely even shows when they appear.

Jake mullin , Kade Brooksville and Connor palemess are some of the worst guys you'll ever meet . They are so attractive it hurts to even look at them but they have the worst personality known to man. I knew that they would make me pay for sending their best friend to prison but after Darren killed my brother I went psychotic and tracked down any information I could to put him behind bars but at what cost.

Now they want to use my body in a form of pay back for what I did. I should be angry and disgusted but ... the thought of these three men using me like their own personal toy has me dripping wet and embarrassingly I want them in ways i've never wanted a man in my life .

They each rip off their masks and i'm met with their faces.

Jake with his blue eyes and blond hair with a perfect jawline and juicy lips, Kade with his dark hair , stubble over his sharp jaw and perfect green eyes and last Conner with his hazel eyes and sandy brown hair with a perfect button nose and sharp jaw.

Kade steps in front of me as his hands move to my waist in a tight grip causing me to gasp .Now be a good girl and spread your legs he says deeply as he towers over me . I swallow but do as im told not feeling like putting up a fight and excepting the punishment for my actions. He pulls my shorts down along with my underwear tossing them back to Jake as his right hand moves down to my bare pussy causing me to gasp. mm someones dripping wet he says with a smirk that I wish I could punch off his face . Fuck you I say as I look up at his green eyes that are boring into me . He shoves two fingers inside me and I moan out as he speeds them up and grips my jaw with the other . Look at you such a slut enjoying what i'm doing to you he says as he gets in my face keeping eye contact as I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back. i'm shaking and moaning as my orgasm washes over me . Kade chuckling in my face as he watches me fall apart .

Connor come behind her and hold her legs up Kade says as he starts unbuckling his belt. My eyes widen as my body is picking up and conners strong veiny arms wrap underneath my thighs holding me up. Kades jeans drop to his ankles as he moves to take his boxers off too. I look down to see his long and thick dick clad with 4 Jacobs ladder piercings making me gulp.

He steps up to me and I meet eyes with him as his glisten with lust and a tinge of devilish intent. He smirks at me and I want to die right here right now. I should be fighting this I should be disgusted but... i've never wanted something so much in my life. This is going to hurt but punishments shouldn't be enjoyable. he says deeply as he slides the tip in causing me to gasp and my face to squeeze in discomfort. So fucking tight he groans as he slides more in and I feel every piercing as he thrusts in all the way and I scream. The pain of the stretch has my hands balling to fists and my eyes to water. He starts pounding into me harshly as my breathing is rapid and my muscles tense the pain hurts so good. Thats it take it all he groans as he gropes my ass and pounds faster hitting my g spot repeatedly . This goes on for god knows how long and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had . All I can do is breathe harshly when he finally finishes inside me and pulls out as Conner drops my legs and I hang on the ropes as my legs give out. Mmm I think we should just leave you here like this Kade says as he buttons his jeans and looks at me .My face is covered in tears and spit and I struggle to keep my eyes open from the exhaustion my body is feeling right now .Please don’t I whisper with a raspy voice . He chuckles as he tells the others to untie my wrists and Conner puts my short back on but keeps my underwear shoving them in his back pocket . Kade picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and walks back through the maze to his car throwing me in and driving back to their large mansion .

I take a deep breathe and stare at my computer when I finish reading the story unable to meet his eyes.

I mean y/n I must say you’re an amazing writer . You know how to set a science and really make the reader be able to envision where the story takes place.

Thank you sir I say but I still don’t look at him

When you write these stories do you envision yourself as the girl character he asks in a tone that has my eyes snapping up to meet his

Ummm … I guess yeah

Interesting he says as a smile forms on his face

You could easily be a dark romance author you have a talent for it … I mean these fantasy’s are thoroughly thought through and I think people would enjoy reading something like this. If I have to admit I read a lot of dark romance books myself and your writing reminds me a lot of books I’ve read and enjoyed

I smile at him as my face blushes and he notices as a smirk comes to his face.

Thank you sir I … appreciate that a lot

He stands up from his chair and come behind me as he bends down to be ear level with me.

Now. You better keep that promise about coming to my class from now on . I know you can be a good girl for me okay .

His voice so deep in my ear I feel the vibrations in my head and I accidentally let a whine out when he says good girl again and I hear him chuckle in my ear as he places a hand on my shoulder as he stands up to his full height.

Thank you for staying ms y/l/n . I can’t wait to read your next piece have a good weekend

I grab my computer and smile at him .

You too Mr Sturniolo I say as I rush up the stairs to my bag and rush out of the class room.

God wtf is wrong with me I think as I get back to my apartment and flop down onto my bed .

the way he spoke into my ear .... the heat of his hand on my shoulder... the way he calls me good girl.

the way i'm thinking about my professor right now is not okay and I know that but fuck me I cant stop myself from going to my nightstand and grabbing my vibrator.

Ever since I left that building tonight I couldn't deny the pulsing between my thighs and wetness that pooled when I read my story to him .

I strip and lay down on my bed as my minds ran wild with thoughts of professor Sturniolo .

maybe this will get him out of my head and ill be able to focus from now on.

Matts pov-

Y/n is a great writer but god reading her story each week drives me wild. I know thinking of students sexually is wrong and morally illegal but I cant help myself .

I was pissed off that she skipped two weeks of my class ... yeah obviously because she should be focused on finishing out her senior year with passing grades but also because I love watching her in my classroom as she works on her dirty little stories.

The way she bites her lip in concentration… the little smirk she gets when I know she’s writing a dirty line… the way she clenches her thighs when I call her a good girl

I know she’s my student and I shouldn’t be thinking these things about her but … I pull up her last story in my computer and decide this is the least time I’ll ever jerk off to the thought of her.

I need to clear her out of my head and be professional from now on .

Next class is gonna be different….

Part 2 coming soon 💋

[chronotsr]

No. 5 - D2, Shrine of the Kuo-Toa (August 1978)

Author(s): Gary Gygax Artist(s): David C. Sutherland III (Cover), David A. Trampier Level range: Average of 10, preferrably party size 7+ players Theme: Underground exploration Major re-releases: D1-2 Descent into the Depths of the Earth, GDQ1-7 Queen of the Spiders

I'm almost speechless. This is the most 1e module cover to ever have 1e'd. It is perfection. The way the combat is perfectly perpendicular to the step pyramid. The bondage gear fishman who has a complete fishhead so you 100% understand he's a fishman. Lobster mommy saluting the troops. It's just….it's what dreams are made of.

So I'm already in love with this module, deeply and irrationally in love with it, before breaking the cover. If you're BORING you might prefer the later Jim Roslof cover art that's got lame things like technical proficiency. Ugh. The shit I have to put up with.

Anyway, there's a lot to talk about with D2! It's a lot of firsts for an official TSR product, and critically it's a lot of GOOD firsts.

It's the debut of the Kuo-Toa, one of the most fun groups of people in D&D! It's the first module that doesn't presume the enemy will be inherently aggressive! It's got a lot of negotiation and learning! The only good type of gnomes debuts with the Svirfneblin! This model of "alien settlement where you are not instantly attacked but you gotta learn the social rules and play along" is just the best. This will be done again in U2 and I adore U2. Yeah it's how it feels to go to a different country, especially one that doesn't speak your language, and just have everything be a little "off" compared to what you're used to, but. To me, it will always be The Autistic Experience. How well and quickly can you learn these bizarro social rules you can't intuit and what's the fewest number of whacks to the head it takes to get there? How long can you swallow your complaints when you see stuff that's obviously cruel, but the people around you don't perceive it as cruel anymore because it's The Way Things Are and they will actively defend the cruelty of it?

Ok, ok, back to your regularly scheduled program.

Gary starts off this week's festivities by telling you to be toxic to your players:

Sometimes it feels like there's three Garys in a trenchcoat and they take turns writing the modules.

So D2 starts in the cave at the immediate end of D1 and, let me derail already by saying that I really, really hate old-style hex maps. I cannot follow them -- I don't mean I don't understand how you're supposed to follow them, I mean it's nearly impossible for me to follow the diagonal to the destination. Your coordinate here is R20. Here is your map. Follow the 20 axis diagonally upward and rightward until you intersect with the R row. Can you do it?

Personally, I can't. My eye cannot follow that straight line, it will get lost in the mix of blank identical hexes and occasional interest objects. I sat here trying to follow it for 5 minutes and I couldn't do it. I need a straightedge to do it. The correct answer is that if you follow the light blue area from the bottom right towards the top left, it's the hex up and left of the fourth fully black hex you run into -- the leftmost of the two touching black hexes. I tested this against a few guinea pigs and no-one else could mange it either. Later we will admit defeat and that this axial coordinate system for hexmaps is, uh, really fucking bad, and replace it with offset coordinates (or even better, double coordinates) which more closely resemble normal cartesian coordinates, and by extension are not Eye Strain Central. They have the downside of different eyestrain (tiny font) and that you literally cannot fit as many hexes on the page, but the point of a graphic is to communicate information and the axial coordinate hexmap is bad at that unless you're playing on a huge table with like, two DM screens.

Yes this rant should've gone in D1, mea culpa. In my defense, D1-2 is, basically one module in two parts, they're not really separable.

Here's the coordinate lined out for you, since I imagine many of you have the same issue:

So, now that I have a headache trying to read, we can get to the actual text of the adventure again. Now keep in mind that max movement rate is 1 hex per 1 inch of movement for the slowest member of the party (so like, your guy wearing platemail has 60ft of movement, 10ft to the inch: 6 hexes per day). This means you could hypothetically arrive at the final location as quickly as 22/6=4 days of gameplay, 3 if no one including hirelings wore plate. That is, if you beelined to D2 by sheer luck, never got lost, never got distracted, never got slowed down, never had to take a rest day. Which is good because the food in The Depths seems questionable.

The first segment of the adventure is mostly reprinted from D1 -- random tables and maps and the like. We do get the addition of everyone's favorite early DND trope: a slavery table! And also happilly we get some goopy guys to move your eyes away from that shit:

Which, is a lot more my speed. More goopy guys. It's a roper, actually, although I frankly didn't recognize it. It looks more like the monster from Dexter's Lab? Apparently Ropers have changed a lot in the last 50 years.

So it's all random tables teasing that we're going to end up arriving at a shrine soon. There is a special entry in the back for the new Kuo-Toa and Svirfneblin, and oddly the Svirfneblin don't get a header? We don't learn much. We know that they're natural elemental summoners, that they're "natural fighters", and that they live at some unstated cave somewhere. They like their stun gas darts, they "communicate with racial empathy" (which I guess means body language?) outside their own domains, deep gnomish at home, and underworld cant when they're trading, plus earth elemental-ese. So they learn a lot as kids. They love them some traps, too, basically they're the gnomish Rambos and I love them for it.

Meanwhile, our titular Kuo-Toa get a pretty standard write-up. Driven underground, human sacrifice, raiders, like their war parties. Their priests like their mancatchers, which are based on lobster claws, they spawn in pools, they can spontaneously generate lightning by holding hands (???), are too slippery to grab, can see both infrared AND ultraviolent, can see you moving through basically any magical means, immune to poison, paralysis, charming, sleep, and are resistant to magic missile and lightning. This is, very very weird. They are wildly powerful compared to their later versions, and the only upshot is that they're readily blinded by light spells. Apparently they go insane with such regularity that they have a dedicated social role to controlling or killing the crazed? Yeah these people are a piece of work.

We get a little setpiece moment here where, essentially, there's a rogue kuo-toa who will offer you a trip across the river for 10g. He only speaks kuo-toa and he'll sicc his giant fish on you if you don't say yes fast enough. In fact, a lot of ink is spilled on this little moment, which in all likelihood will be a brief conversation and some passing of money.

Before you get into the shrine proper, some svirfneblin offer to help you in the shrine if you go halfsies on treasure (with almost that exact wordchoice).

Finally, we end up in the shrine proper, which is keyed so let us enter Keyed Mode ™️

The whole area is lit by glow-in-the-dark lichens, which is a spooky way to reveal the lobster lady idol up on the pyramid

While the party can choose to politely integrate into the crowd and play along, there's lots of little things to harass them into nonconformity. Leeches, horrifying offerings, offerings of increasing amount, having to correctly pronounce nonsense names (Blibdoolpoolp????????), holding a live lobster, it's a good bit.

You can, in fact, visit the goddess, who will give you a boon (if you give an offering) or a geas (if you don't), which also grants you kuo-toa speech and also a mark of loyalty, which is neat. You can also encounter her if you fuck around in the prince's treasure room, so the odds of meeting her are actually pretty good! Note that this is pre-"Kuo-Toa believe their gods into existence" so in this case they are worshipping a (hypothetically) permanent, naturally-occurring deity. Being that this is 1e and she is a she, she is Extremely Naked. She is later called The Mother of Lusts, which is one hell of a title.

If you fail to get the priest-prince when you meet him, he actually has a pretty rock-solid escape plan and will come back with an army. So, probably whack him if possible. I really like when antagonists have the sense to piss off and come back armed, rather than pridefully stand and die. You get the sense that Va-Guulgh is priest-prince because he plans contingencies like this, whereas other Kuo-Toa simply vibe. That being said, the Kuo-Toa are apparently not equipped for a search, so it's pretty easy to ditch them.

Sigh.

We do not have a dramatic declaration of THE END anymore, which is a terrible shame. We instead get a more reasonable "This is the end of the section."

The magic of D2 is more in the play and less in the overview. Like, look at this map:

This is a pretty naturalistic map. This is just how you'd arrange a major structure, rather than the kind of nonsense layouts you see in a lot of early dungeons. I don't put much stock in "Gygaxian Naturalism", I think Gary presented pretty intensely game-y spaces and they only seemed naturalistic by 1970s published product standards, but nonetheless he was paving the way compared to some of the silliness you got in pre-G1 modules. This map is good, I think, in that it becomes super extremely obvious to the players from the moment you enter that they extremely do not want to provoke a full alarm -- this is a shrine where you want to kill as few Kuo-Toa as you can, and as many of those as you can behind closed-doors -- it's time to straight up bail if the alarm goes off because you are not beating the hundreds of guys here if you you provoke them up front.

We end with some rust monster art, my favorite monster that I never use because I think I'd get shanked if I did. See you next time in D3!

[your-littlesecret]

I've been sleeping like shit and working like crazy and I'm in a weird mood all week and also feeling like shit and I don't know why I'm telling all that but the basketball date 2.0 made its way to my dash again and I went down that rabbit hole, again

I wanted to write something bigger for this event but eh

this is nothing but I hope someone likes it 🫧

so where you go i follow (piarles | 736 words)

Charles is already in bed when the videos and edits start to pop on his phone. He simply scrolls through them, stopping occasionally to study further one or another gif of him and Pierre at the basketball match.

Pierre was so soft and warm with that sweater and jacket and Charles was sleepy.

There was nothing else he was feeling except the want to get back to their hotel room and fall in bed - and now, Pierre is the one already fast asleep curled around him while he watches videos on instagram. Very clever, Charles.

He remembers how Pierre gently grabbed at his wrist under his hoodie and told him “Come on calamar, it’s going to be fun. And you can sleep until late tomorrow, I promise.”

Charles shut up then, because the only reason he was doing this was Pierre. He was invited, yes, but if he were to go alone, he would have given up just before leaving the hotel room.

But Pierre would be there, and he insisted Charles should come too so they could spend a little time together after all that time they were winter-training on opposite sides of the world.

So Charles went, almost falling asleep on the back seat of the car they sent to take them to the game. Pierre was holding his wrist all the time, the soothing movement of his fingers never stopping until they had to get out of the car.

He knows now everyone could tell he was sleepy when they arrived, the video of Charles rubbing his eye and almost leaning against Pierre’s shoulder while they try to find their seats playing over and over again.

Then the videos of Pierre talking to him and making him laugh, smiling so pretty and wide when Charles ducks his head the way he always does. What everyone doesn’t know is how Pierre was only doing that to keep him awake and alert enough.

“Pierre, I swear I’ll fall asleep right here. This is too boring.” Charles complained not even 10 minutes into the match.

“It’s been 10 minutes calamar, it’s not boring.” Pierre squeezes his knee and his hand may or may not linger a bit too long for the public eye but surprisingly, there are no videos of that moment. “Do I have to distract you? You know I can’t use my normal techniques right now.”

“Pierre!” Charles whisper-shouts, looking ahead at Pierre's shoulders and then looking back, just in time to see Esteban rolling his eyes and laughing at them.

“What? No one knows what my techniques are.” He shrugs but Charles simply sighs, leaning back against his own chair. Pierre’s got his elbows resting against his own knees, leaning to the front but head turned to look back at Charles.

“You’re so grumpy when you are sleepy, Jesus.” He shakes his head, straightening up and crossing his legs.

“I didn’t even want to come! I’m only here because of you, so shut up?” Pierre laughs and ducks away when Charles pokes at his cheek with his index finger.

“Stop this.” Pierre grabs at his finger but he doesn’t let go, bringing Charles’ hand to his lap and holding it tightly.

“Oh, do you see that guy over there? He almost ran into Esteban today and he said ‘oh, sorry little guy, didn’t see you there’. Esteban turned so red he looked like you, funniest scene of the day.” Pierre says, letting go of his hand and when Esteban says ‘hey! it was not like that!’ Charles bursts out laughing, ducking his head.

They start bantering while Charles is in the middle simply laughing too much, and the rest of the match goes unnoticed by the three of them.

There’s a pair of arms hugging him from behind, a hand skimming through his stomach. “What are you still doing up?” Pierre’s drowsy voice comes from his place in bed.

“Nothing.” Pierre hums and then kisses his shoulder, grabbing at Charles’ phone and taking it away from his hands - lost somewhere between the sheets now.

“Come to sleep, then.” Pierre’s arms tighten around him, pulling him closer. There’s another kiss on his shoulder before Pierre buries his face on the crook of Charles’ neck.

All the tiredness he felt earlier seems to find its way back to him and sleep comes easily now that he’s in his favorite place in the world - Pierre’s embrace.

[doloresstarfish]

BROKE YOUR OWN HEART

(Can't Finish What You Start)

Remus Lupin & Original Male Character

cw: slight implied domestic abuse, angst, slow burn

Summary

CHAPTER O3

       When Remus woke up the next morning, Elliot's bed was empty.

        He had slept uninterrupted until 9am, so that made almost 13 hours of sleep, wich was crazy. But in his defense, he hadn't rested well enough since the full moon of a couple days ago, because of the stress about the internship and all, he barely closed an eye. So he let it slide. Besides, Elliot wasn't home, so it would be awkward to hang around the house without him there for so much time.

             Remus found a little note in Elliot's dresser, written in hasty, sloppy letters. "Late night shift. Be back 10". Okay, one hour of awkwardness. That wasn't so bad, right?

            He made his bed -mattress- and marched to the bathroom after finding another messy note. "Don't be lame. Take a shower". That one made him laugh. So after he did, he slipped some clothes on -not too librarian-y this time- and braced himself to get out of the room and greet the whole family.

          But when he did there was only Gia sitting in the armchair at the living room. She stopped reading her big book to look at him. "Hey... Rudolf, right?"

           "Uh, it's Remus, actually. Good morning"

           "Oh" they stood in an uncomfortable silence for a couple minutes. Remus sat on the couch, trying to act busy. Well, as busy as you can look while assesing the chipped paint on the walls.

           "Um, what are you reading?" He liked books, maybe that would be a nice conversation.

          "Some History book I got assigned" she answered, tucking a long braid behind her ear with hot pink painted nails.

         "Are you in summer school or something?" Remus asked, raising an impressed eyebrow. He remembered yesterday, when Elliot went into her room and told her not to study too hard. She shook her head.

          "I'm trying to get a scholarship at this fancy private school. They got a kickass Math program" she said, like that was the coolest thing in the world. "I have to know about the school's history or some shit" she winced, signaling to the book on her hands "Old white people are weird. No offense"

          "Non taken. Where is the rest of your family?" He asked, more to keep the conversation going than actual concern. Besides, Gia looked glad to take a break from the boring read.

          "Mom took Dominic with her to the store, Elliot's probably coming back from his shift at the bar right now and Lupe and Eric sleep as long as they can in summer"

           "What about your dad?" It was a cunning question to ask and Remus inmediately felt like an asshole after the young girl seemed to slightly flinch at his words.

             "Um, work trip. He'll be back this afternoon, probably" she answered quickly, going back to the book on her lap.

          Ten silent minutes later Elliot arrived home, wearing blue jeans and a worn down messenger bag on his shoulder.

           "Oh, hey. You sleep fine?" He directed to Remus after looking at him like he had almost forgotten he was there.

          "Yeah, thanks. Maybe a little too good. Just got up" he explained, making the other boy smile.

          Elliot didn't seem to care much about covering his arms anymore, now sporting a loose shirt with the sleeves chopped off. Maybe because Remus already knew what hid underneath, or perhaps it was because Remus was the outsider and Elliot could kick him out anytime he wanted if he did something out of his liking. And it was fucking hot outside. Yeah, that was probably it.

          "Want some breakfast?" Elliot asked, looking inside the mostly empty fridge.

          "Not really, I had like- three servings last night" Remus put a hand on his stomach, as to really probe how full he was.

          "As you wish. There's probably just stale cereal anyway" Remus laughed.

           "So..." Elliot leaned on the kitchen counter, arms crossed.

           "So"

           "No internship today?" Remus shook his head.

           "I start as a regular this monday. The last couple weeks I had to go was to meet some people, see how I adjusted to the way the office worked..." he explained.

          "Don't wanna pay you 'til next month, huh?" Elliot said, smiling knowingly and tilting his chin up a little. Remus cackled loudly, the type you let out when you hadn't expected to laugh anytime soon.

          If he was having this conversation with any of the Mauraders it would be very different. They would probably tell him how great it was to only have to go a few times a week, checking the place out and that he should take advantage of his last days of "freedom", no strings attached. It would be great if he hadn't actually been running errands for almost everyone in the office and working without pay for those "adjusting" first days.

          But Elliot wasn't part of the Mauraders. He lived in Jaywick and earned his own money since he was ten, took care of his family and knew how the real world worked. More than Remus, anyway.

          "Pretty much" Remus answered, still laughing softly.

          "Been there"

            Remus went in to say something, but the door opened and Marian came from outside, Dominic following close behind her. Elliot inmediately took some of the very few plastic bags she was holding and placed them on the kitchen counter.

          "Good morning!" She said, panting slightly at the long walk. The three of them greeted her in the same way "Look!" She pointed to the baby looking around the house and still standing on the doorstep.

          "He's walking!" Exclaimed Elliot after his little brother walked up steadily to him, arms streched to the boy, who took him happily in his arms.

          "Left him on the store's floor for a second and went straight for the Cocoa Puff's as soon as I turned around. Hasn't stopped walking since then. Well, 'til now" she said, looking fondly at her two sons while Elliot bounced him around and contratulated him "Had to get them" she said, taking the box of chocolate marbles out of one of the bags.

         "Good job, Dom! Go for the vodka next time, 'kay? I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" Elliot said when his mother slapped him playfully on the arm and sent him a stern look. Remus and Gia laughed.

         "You better be" she finished the conversation and going to put the groceries away.

          Elliot sat on the couch next to Remus, sighing loudly and closing his eyes while Dominic played with his long curls.

          "Tired from the shift?" Remus asked, looking at his friends puppy eyes and freckled covered button nose. Merlin, he was truly beatiful.

          "Six hours of sleep isn't that bad" Elliot said, turning his head to look at Remus. They stayed like that for a few seconds, like they finally had the time to study eachother.

          Maybe that was true for Elliot, but Remus has been watching him from a lot of time ago. Ever since the first months of third year, when Elliot and Lucas Servin -a really gnarly Sytherin boy- got into a passionate fight in the middle of Potion's, wich ended in the entirety of the ingredients shelf destroyed on the floor. That was the first time he noticed him, with a bruise forming on top of golden skin and another bruise.

          After that, no one in Hogwarts had Potion's Class for a whole week, since the professors had to replace everything. He remained a hero for the rest of the year, before everyone forgot about it.

          Besides that, the rest of the Mauraders never payed him much attention aside from the rare comment Sirius made about how 'rad' he seemed to be, with his cigarrettes and permanent too-cool-for-school demeanor. Elliot was the reason Sirius took up smoking in the first place -James kinda resented him for that-. But Remus liked it that way. It felt like Elliot was his underrated little secret, only a view for him to admire.

            Until that had to stop, anyway. The universe seemed to know that the little crush he had had only grown stronger by sixth year and that he intened to do nothing about it. So the universe decided to give the matter a little push. In the form of a socially clueless Sirius Black.

         Remus can still remember the day the long haired boy bursted open the door of their room while holding a bored looking Elliot from his wrist, screaming "He has muggle records!". Remus nearly choked on air at the sight. Partly because he was laying down in only his boxers when it happened. Marvelous for a first impression, really.

           After that, Elliot bonded with Sirius about music, leather jackets and the apparent admiration the other boy seemed to have for him (after spending more time with him neither could deny that Elliot was, indeed, the coolest out of them). But Remus and him always seemed to gravitate towards one another in a strange, nochalant way.

          "I was gonna hang out with some friends later. I can tell 'em to fuck off and we can do something together" Elliot was the one to break off the silence, but his eyes still fixed on Remus golden ones, who was the one to break eye contact. As nice as going out with Elliot sounded, being a burden to the boy was the worst thing that could happen to him. Remus didn't want Elliot to change anything of the way he lived just because he was there.

           "No. It's alright. I reckon I can find something to do" he answered quickly.

           "You can come with me" Elliot shrugged.

           Thank Merlin he didn't add "If you want" to that sentence, Remus thought.

            "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude" like he wasn't intruding enough already.

             "You won't. It'll be nice, you can meet my friends. You'll like 'em... I think. They're assholes but only with people they know" Remus laughed lightly and nodded at Elliot.

          "Alright. Sure"

          The rest of the day went by rather smoothly, Lupe and Eric woke up, they all had some lunch together and Elliot took a nap while Remus read 'A Room with a View' by his side. Soon it was time to meet the friends Elliot mentioned, so he changed into some old faded shirt and a pair of sport shorts, advising Remus to do the same, but shook him off saying that what he wearing was comfortable enough. Elliot had only looked at him up and down and said "Suit yourself".

            "Ma, we're going out" he said before opening the door.

           "But your father's coming today!" she answered.

           "Yeah, that's why we're going out" he said, lightheartidly.

           "Okay... be careful"

              They said their goodbyes and stepped outside, where a thin girl leaned on what was left of the torned down fence. She smiled at them.

           "Hey!" She waved as Elliot smiled back at her.

             The girl was absolutely beautiful, she had glowing skin, a pair of teal colored earings dangling from her ears and an afro so big it made her almost taller than Remus.

            "Hey, Mar. This 's Remus. Remus, this is Marcia" he pointed at him. The three of them started walking down the street.

             "Pleasure to meet you" Remus said, shaking her hand.

            "Woah, this must be the first person I shake hands with on this block" She joked, althought looking sincerly surprised, wich made Elliot snort "Where did you find such a cute, polite boy?" She directed to Elliot, who rolled his eyes at the blushing boy.

             "Boarding school. You coming with us?" He inquired, not leaving a second for her to say anything else. This was her turn to roll her eyes with faken annoyance.

            "Yup. Richie phoned me, said he wanted to spend as many time as he could with me before moving back to America" she kicked a pebble on the floor, grimacing slightly.

            "How you doing with that?" She shrugged.

            "As cracking as I can. I'll miss him but I believe trying long distance would be worse" Elliot nodded in understanding.

            The three of them enganged in some small talk after Mar said she would "get depressed" if they kept talking about it. She asked Remus about school and made jokes about how annoying Elliot was. She was nice, and it was funny seeing the curly haired boy pretend to be irritated by her antics. They were clearly comfortable with eachother, and Remus learned they became good friends after Elliot and his family moved to England, since she lived right next door.

          They got closer to the small basketball court where there were already a few boys running around. Elliot took off the moment they arrived and stole the faded orange ball from one of them, dodging exaggeratedly and finally throwing it inside the hoop. Show off, Remus thought.

          "Yo, I just got here and I'm aready kicking y'alls ass" he said jockingly, shit eating grin on his face.

          "Fuck you, man" one of them said, but he was also smiling widly. They started greeting eachother and Elliot introduced Remus to them.

            Mar went to give a shy kiss to a boy with short tight curls, who Remus supposed was Richie.

          "You wanna be on my team, Mar?" Elliot asked her, boucing the ball on the floor. "Ew" was all she said before going to sit down on one of the benches in the side of the court, making him snicker "Remus?"

          "Oh, no. I'm absolutely terrible. I'll just sit down with Marcia" he answered "Yeah, cheers, though" he said after Mike -a boy with a very strange mustache- politely asked him if he was sure.

           "Okay. More space for me to fuck y'all up, then" Elliot said, squating down to start the game.

           "You wish you could fuck me, Faye" was the last thing Remus heard before sitting down next to the girl, who pulled out a nail polisher from God knows where.

          "Elliot never told me he had friends from the boarding school" she told him without looking up from her hands.

          "We met properly last year. My mates pretty much stalked him everyday until he agreed to hang out with us"

            "That sounds like Elliot" they laughed lightly "I'm glad he met you, then. Doesn't seem so much against going back this summer. He always goes round and round about how much he hates all of that potions and charms stuff" Remus face paled.

          "You- You know about-?"

          "About the magic? Yeah" she said, shrugging like it was nothing "We went to some party on Christmas and got pissed, like- really pissed, and 'Lio wanted to smoke a fag but couldn't find his lighter, so he took this stick from his boot and lighted it. In front of bloody everyone!" she was laughing sterically while telling the story "He was lucky everyone was too fucked up to care. Except me, of course. I'm the only one who knows"

          "That's... an extremely careless and stupid thing to do"

          "Yeah, well, Elliot is extremely careless and stupid sometimes"

          Like if summoned, the boy trotted up to them while breathing heavily, wet curls already stuck to his sweaty forehead.

         "Jesus fuck, it's hot today" he said, more to just complain than to obtain a response. He pulled off his almost drenched shirt and throwed it to Mar's face, who grabbed it with the tip of her fingers and a disgusted grimace "Oops" Elliot faked, running away before the girl could throw a punch at him.

         "Ugh, he's disgusting"

         They kept talking while watching the boys play for a couple more hours until they were quite literally about to pass out from exhaustation. Mar had to get in 'Mum mode' and tell them to at least rest for a couple minutes, so they all sat near them, panting and passing a single bottle of water around. Elliot was sat on the floor next to Remus legs, resting his back on the bench. All they could hear for a couple minutes was eachothers heavy breathing, their lungs trying to get to normal.

          "Who's going to The Butcher with me tonight?" Asked 'Mouth' after a while, Remus almost didn't even understanding him by the accent and tired mumbling.

          That was something Remus noticed quickly, that the majority of the group had an American accent, foreign to him. Jay, Mar and himself being the only ones with a british one.

         Also, what the fuck was The Butcher?

           "Not me, man" said Richie, looking lovingly at Mar and grabbing her hand "I'm taking Mar to Lucille's" they all faked gagged at the smiling couple "Say whatever you want. There's a reason the ladies don't want any of you dogs" they boo'ed at his declaration and punched him in a friendly way from their places.

          Lucille's was the fanciest restaurant in Jaywick's perimeters. It wasn't expensive or anything, but they actually had tablecloths and served more than one option of pasta. That had to count for something, right?

          "Me either" said Mike "Rugby practice" they nodded, knowing that if he wanted to get that sports scholarship next year missing practice was off limits.

          "Jay?" The boy only shook his head sheepishly "Come on guys! None? What about you, Elliot? We are the only ones who participate, anyway"

            Elliot tensed. He rested his elbows on his knees, throwing a quick glance at Remus and trying to not look so obvious, but failing "I don't know, man"

          "What? You afraid white boy here getting heart burn?"

          Okay, they called him Mouth for a reason.

          "Shut up, Mouth" he scolded him trying to ignore the way Remus seemed to get a little uncomfortable and throwed a tiny piece of concrete at his head. Even Mike seemed to sense it, and shoved his shoulder.

          "It's double bets today, you can't miss that" he insisted, but Elliot still seemed unsure.

          "We'll go" said Remus, before Elliot had time to refuse the proposition. They all looked at him, suprised. It was obvious Elliot wanted to go -whatever The Butcher was- but was holding back because of Remus presence. Then again, all he wanted was to not be a burden. And maybe, just maybe, because Mouth's comment had pissed him off a little.

          It was getting dark already, the sun was just finishing hiding in the distance.

          "You sure?" Elliot asked him. He nodded surely "Okay, then. We'll go. But I should go pick up some clothes"

           "The Betting Pool starts in like- 15 minutes. We don't have time" said Mouth, checking his wrist watch.

           "You know they have a no shorts rule" Elliot directed to him.

           "I have a pair of extra jeans in my bag, I'll loan them to you" said Mike, unzipping the said bag and throwing the pair of pants to him.

           "You sure? I'll get 'em dirty"

           "Yeah, man. They're old, anyway"

          So Elliot stood up and pulled down his shorts right there and slipped the dark washed jeans easily. Mike was a lot bigger than him, Rugby and all, so they fit a little too loosly around his hips and legs. Remus thought he should start getting used to his friends lack of modesty and asked himself how could he look so good in anything he wore, baggy and all.

          "We should get going" said Mouth, getting up from the floor.

          Elliot, Mouth and Remus greeted the other boys and started walking down the street. Until Mar called for Elliot and pulled him apart.

          "You know I don't like you going to that place. And I'm sure your family doesn't fancy it any more than I do" she crossed her arms over her chest, stern but concerned look on her face.

          "Mouth's going too" he protested like a little boy who got denied to a sleepover.

          "Elliot, I don't give a bloody fuck what Mouth does. I worry about you"

          "Look, Mar. I aprecciate it, really, but don't worry, okay? It'll be fine, I always come back safe and sound" Elliot rested his hands on her shoulders reassuringly. He looked at her with his big puppy eyes until she gave up.

          "Fuck! Okay, just be careful. But I don't want to bloody see any teeth missing from your mouth tomorrow" Elliot laughed.

          "I promise, you'll see this beautiful smile again" he started walking backwards to meet Remus and Mouth again, talking loudier so she could hear him "Besides, it's the other guys you should be concerned about!" He smiled cockily, making her roll her eyes and fipping him while turning around to go to her boyfriend.

          "Ready?"

          "Yeah"

[the-punforgiven]

It's me tag

was tagged by @catfacedvampire It's been ages since someone last tagged me in one of these lmao

- Are you named after anyone?

No, apparently my name was a fairly last-minute affair when I was born and my mother took one look at me and realized I'd make a terrible Wolfgang

2. - When was the last time you cried?

December 18th, 2022. I wouldn't remember were it not for Discord timestamps lmao I had accidentally double-dosed on my antidepressants and was weeping tears of love and joy over the fucking Claymore being in Elden Ring while I was mid-shift at work

Interesting day, that was

3. - Do you have kids?

No. Don't really plan to either, not on my budget, and given I was crying over a sword in a videogame barely a month ago I don't think I'm mentally fit for one either lmao

4. - Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yeah

5. - What's the first thing you notice about people?

Usually either their hair or clothes tbh, I'm faceblind as shit lmao

6. - What's your eye colour?

Idk either brown or green, depending on the light

7. - Scary movies or happy endings?

Idk honestly I love the horror genre but my tastes are so insane, weird, and specific that I also don't love a huge chunk of the horror genre and would prefer like, literally anything else Also I'm just a sucker for characters being happy, so sue me I like that things can work out alright as long as the story preceding it isn't boring lmao

8. - Any special talents?

I'm surprisingly good at playing music on like, small things that play notes that it isn't super expected to actually play music on, like how I used to be able to play the tetris theme on my mother's old cell phone keypad when I was like 12, or how I can play Unwelcome by Arsis on the Warframe Shawzin now

I used to be able to play the intro to Through The Fire And The Flames on Big Band's trumpet in Skullgirls back when I played that, but it's been a while and I'm pretty certain all my muscle memory for that game's long gone lmao

9. - Where were you born?

That weird little dirt orb that sometimes shows up between Venus and Mars

10. What are your hobbies?

Art, making stupid little tunes in Beepbox.co, fighting my friends with swords (highly recommend), Whatever you call the Fromsoftware Souls Game Brainrot that possesses you and makes you do co-op forever, loving it deeply and never tiring of it @mutuals I am begging you to play Elden Ring with me PLEASE Making music with instruments and my voice outside of Beepbox.co (though admittedly I've been having more fun goofing off with Beepbox lately lmao)

11. Have you any pets?

BEHOLD

12. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I don't play sports, but I have an interest in fencing, though idk how well I'd play with not only a light whippy sword (I'm a longsword kinda person at heart) as well as having a sword restricted to only one hand (again, I'm a longsword kinda person at heart)

13. How tall are you?

idk like 6'3 I think? (Don't let my sister lie to you, she keeps telling everyone I'm 6'4 and I can't make her stop)

14. Favourite subject in school?

I barely remember school at all tbh but the student councilor also ran a creative writing class that was rad as hell, though I don't remember more than like three things that happened in it over the two years I was taking it lmao I also remember liking art class, but I was so bad with rules I'm kinda surprised I passed lmao, I just doodled whatever the fuck every day and the teacher was just like "Yeah sure, this'll do" and passed me lmao

15. Dream job?

Tbh Daisuke Ishiwatari is already living my ideal career path and I haven't thought of anything else I really want to do yet

That's a lie I just like, really deeply want to be in a shitty metal band made up of friends that tours in a van who doesn't sound all that great but you can tell is just pouring their fucking hearts out up there and so you kinda forgive them because the performance is just so raw even if the technical skill isn't great and there may be some issues with the faulty electronics and at least one of them hasn't changed their strings in like four years but they sound good they love what they do and they're easy to headbang too so like, what more do you need, really?

Idk who to tag but like, if you wanna do this, feel free to do it and just like, say I tagged you in it, I won't tell

[homoerotic-shonen-rival-showdown]

Y'ALL BETTER VOTE TEAM TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN OR I SUE

jkjk but ooh look infodump time I'm gonna TELL YOU WHY (through the art of overexplaining a single scene)

I briefly mentioned this in my 3k word x laws post but I'm once again going to talk about my Favourite Lyserg Scene (jeanne and hao might get posts too if I get bored/they're losing)

brief lyserg 101: he's a british kid who's parents were killed by hao when he was 6. his spirit ally is the fairy morphine (drugs!) who's been a friend to him for years. he dedicated his entire life to defeating hao and avenging his parents. he joins up with the protagonist crew for a few weeks during the america road trip arc, but left them for the x laws, a cult group dedicated to killing hao (and led by brainwashed 11 year old iron maiden jeanne, who is in an iron maiden 90% of the time) END SCENE

The Scene Ever occurs during a match in the 1st round of the shaman fight tournament (functions like a tumblr poll bracket without democracy only COMBAT) between X-I (lyserg, jeanne, and this dude marco who fucking sucks) and team niles, a group of three dudes from egypt

and it's a BANGER man

^^^^ I'm gonna explain why these panels make the scene such a banger ok ^^^^

throughout. the entire damn story. we have been watching from the perspective of yoh, who works on the philosophies of "it'll all work out" and "no one who can see spirits is an entirely bad person" and "don't fucking kill people that's bad". BOOM youtube link get HOMEWORKED (actually do watch it it's really good)

ok I'm gonna assume you either watched that or don't care so MOVING SWIFTLY ONWARDS

shonen tropes right. shonen battle tropes. you fight the guy if it's not the big bad guy you befriend the guy. cut off ryu's hair ryu joins the party. fundamentally alter ren's mindset ren joins the party. beat horohoro at ghost tournament horohoro joins the party. lyserg was a dick get him to stop being a dick lyserg joins the part- oh wait he just LEFT??? oh shit is that a CULT??? he's an ANTAGONIST FORCE now??? did he just GET WORSE???

yes yes he did do all those things. lyserg diethel's arc is a tale of 1 step forward 10 steps back. he starts off a lil fucked up gets waaaaaaaaaaaay more fucked up ends up slightly less fucked up than at the start. he is FASCINATING he is ONE OF MY FAVOURITES I LOVE HIM he SUCKS for most of the story

so the niles fight. marco's like ok kiddo time to prove yourself 😘 commit murder 😐. ok it's a bit more complicated than that I just don't like marco. lyserg's fighting these guys 1v3 standard ish shonen battle stuff when he corners anatel the main guy. *tapping ruler* if you REFER to the PROVIDED MANGACAPS ABOVE this is the panel of the guy getting x-ed. this is also right after the iconic line "you can't save anyone by being nice" aka the COUNTERPOINT TO THE CORE PHILOSOPHY OF THE ENTIRE SERIES and man is it BRUTAL. team niles haven't been established at ALL before this fight they are meant to be filler characters to expand the bracket we know nothing about them. so when you see them getting absolutely WRECKED by lyserg and later jeanne that's not protagonist behaviour that is VILLAIN BEHAVIOUR. curbstomping the filler guys we don't know is something WE SEE HAO DO. MULTIPLE TIMES. so you're just sitting there watching this kid reject the chill pacifist messages of the series and start going for blood you're like oh no. oh no no no. but anatel of team niles doesn't go down that easily. he busts out a new move, the wings of death. it's rad as hell. ten thousand feathers have been over souled with the spirits of workers on the giza pyramids, and inhaling them will fuck you up.

you're lyserg diethel you're about to FUCKING DIE if you don't do anything you've had at this point 2+ months of cult rhetoric put into your already angry, traumatized brain what do you do? yeah of course you go for the kill. he does. it's heartbreaking. only minutes before you hear yoh caution his friends not to get angry, as long as lyserg doesn't kill anybody ("if he does, that would be unforgivable"). right now, he's yelling for his friend to cut it out. but we see no reaction from lyserg

the wire stops. for a second, you don't know why. did lyserg stop at his own accord or did some other factor intercept?

oh shit. this kid really intended to kill a man. like OW man. lyserg, while his lungs are slowly getting wrecked, is begging his fairy to just let him kill that guy. marco doesn't like this, so lyserg gets booted out of the way and jeanne comes out. we get to see her over soul for the first time, and the most obnoxious (intentionally) exchange of the series, where she calls team niles sinners and brutally murders them

this next part is 2001-exclusive and SO HARD TO DO JUSTICE but I'm gonna try (shaman king 2001 ep 43 20:51-21:05 if you're curious)

this short segment says SO MUCH. he wasn't all in on killing anatel. the voice of his friend, who he abandoned without warning and just openly rejected, was able to make him hesitate. it wasn't all morphine. and yet, he's still conflicted. he's still willing to kill. ksdjfhejbsdksvsegbja many thoughts

he doesn't defect from the x laws or anything though. ever. while the other four main guys are always in close proximity, hanging out and interacting. he's off doing his own thing. he kind of replaces ren, who's personal arc slows down a lot right before lyserg shows up as he integrates into the group.

lyserg diethel is the WORST mostly isn't he GREAT. you should vote for him and the like 8 other people on that team. lyserg diethel.

minor bracket semifinal

[diaryoftheunidropout]

DAY 2

I'm waiting for the metro that'll take me to see my uni best friend. A voice on the speaker said they were going to read a few verses of poetry. The voice was very sweet and the poem about being in a maze and not searching for a way out. I hope I hear it again because I'd love to be able to write down more of what it said.

I have no idea how I'm going to tell my best friend that I'm dropping out. We're spending the evening together, and I can either tell them as soon as I see them, or while we're having dinner, or only at the very end of the evening when we're parting ways. I'm afraid if I tell them straight up, it'll ruin the evening for the both of us, but if I don't get it off my chest ASAP, I fear I'll be anxious the entire evening and won't get to enjoy myself at all. We'll see. But I don't want them to ask me questions like "have you revised for the test" and having to lie to that, and only tell them the truth later on.

Since I made the decision to drop out, I've felt three different emotions: 1) relief 2) guilt 3) sadness. Today I've been feeling very sad, maybe a little lost too (and for the past 10 minutes, probably a bit angry because the metro is packed and parisians are really slow and someone accidentally stepped on my feet, but that's another story).

I haven't fully grasped why I feel sad yet, but I think it might be because I've dreamed and fantasized about this moment for so long that I subconciously convinced myself I would heal immediately (not true obviously). I think I may still feel guilt about resting, like I don't actually deserve it. I don't know. All of this is a lot of process. I'll keep updating this blog!

UPDATE 4 AND A HALF HOURS LATER:

The announcement to my uni best friend went kind of wrong, which didn't help with the fact I was already feeling like utter shit. I didn't tell them right away, I waited until we were sat at the restaurant but hadn't ordered yet. They reacted very calmly but I could feel they were disappointed. They tried to make me change my mind but quickly enough they understood that was impossible. They told me all the things that could go wrong with my plan (not being able to find a job, not healing, hating my new studies and not being able to keep up...) and no matter how many times I said this was a life or death situation for me, they didn't seem to understand the gravity of it all. I'd say the first 20 minutes of our dinner were really tense, but then we were able to mostly change the subject and things felt a little more like they usually do.

But looking back on the entire evening now, I think that, mostly, they're angry at me for "leaving them behind", which really puts me in a Nick-Nelson-in-Volume-5-and-in-the-Nick-and-Charlie-novella type of situation. And this just puts me down even more because on top of having to bear the guilt of dropping out and the fear of the unknown and all the sadness that I ended up in this situation, I also have to deal with the knowledge I'm probably hurting someone I love and care about. Maybe I'm misinterpreting, but I think they're just afraid me leaving uni means I'm giving up on our relationship, when really I am NOT. I think I could see their anger through all their tiny "mean" jokes that they never usually do, like telling me I'm "boring" out of nowhere. It's so obvious to me that we'll remain friends... and it seems like it isn't to them. I hope that just like Nick and Charlie, our relationship survives this, and that eventually, I gain their full support. We're mature enough to talk. If they won't tell me what's on their mind and heart, I will. But right now, I'm saddened by their reaction and it just makes me want to distance myself, which is the opposite of what I intended to do in the first place. I want to believe fighting for our relationship is worth it.

Also, someone I was really hoping to get encouragement from regarding me dropping out didn't reply to my message although I saw they've been online... they might have just missed my message, or I don't know. I think that would have cheered me up a little.

Now I still need to tell my grandparents, my other uni friends, and my Chinese teacher whom I loved very much. That's for another day though. I'm so mentally exhausted from today.

Bye for now xx

"I think that I love you but it's hard

Just to be around you

Don't hate me, but you're not

Don't hate me, but you're not what I thought you was

Don't hate me, but you're not

Don't hate me, but you're not what I thought you was

You said that I'm really fucking boring

Well that's rich coming from you

'Cause when you rain you're fucking pourin'

I can't win, I can't lose

And it's cool if you don' wanna hang and get loose"

[reimagine7]

Adopted by whom?

Warnings: lighty mentions of physical abuse

This was my third camp, I was really excited. Even though I knew these womens for only a year, they became like family to me, a few of them were even closer, like Mal and Rose, probably because we are closer to age, so we have a lot of fun together. Tobin and Christen are like moms for me, since the first day of camp they took me under their wings and were super protective, they were worried about my school work and if I ate well or if I drank enough water, even after camp they kept talking and asking how I am, and I talk about them so much that my moms got jealous, and said they are my team moms.

I told this to Tobin and Christen, they laughed at it and began to call me their daughter, so I started to call them mom. They wanted to meet my parents but that didn’t happen yet. Why? Because I didn’t tell them that I am adopted, or that I have two mothers, let alone that one of them is none other than Shannon MacMillan. I know I should but it is a sensitive topic for me and I'm scared that they will treat me differently after they find out about it. That’s why I haven't told anyone on the team about it yet, but I'm thinking about doing so after this camp.

“Kid!! I miss you so much” Tobin ran towards me and gave me a big hug. “Mom, we talked yesterday.” “I know, but I can't hug you on facetime.” “Okay, I miss you too.” “I don’t get a hug?” Christen asked and opened her arms for me to hug her, so I did. “Mama I miss you too.” “Hi sweetie. Excited for camp? How is school?” “The same, boring but my grades are good. And I can't wait for everyone to get here.”

“Siisss!!!” Rose and Mal scream as soon as they spot me in the looby and come running. “Rose!! Mal!! How are you guys?”. We jumped on each other and ended up in the ground on a group hug. “Hey, you weren’t as excited when you saw us. I feel betrayed.” Tobin complained pouting while watching our interaction. “Kids get up before you hurt each other.” Christen separated us and pulled us up. “Sorry mom, but I love you too.” I said to Tobin who still had a pout on her face, so I went and hugged her again.

The rest of the team were finally arriving in the lobby of the hotel, we were talking when Jill spoke up and designated our roommates for this camp, and I was with Tobin. We went up and went to our room. We had lunch soon so we chilled and talked for a bit in our room, until it was time for lunch. So here we are, everyone eating and having fun talking about everything.

On the table was Sonnett, Rose, Linds, Sam, Mal and myself. Sonnett was telling everyone a funny story about her family.

“I’m serious, we were at this party and I kept annoying this girl, who was a douchebag. I forgot about it and started to dance and have some fun, but then suddenly a boy cornered my sister and I heard the girl saying she was the girl who annoyed her and he was about to push her when the parents stepped in. Long story, but in short my sister ended up two days grounded because of that.” “You never told them the truth?” I asked her. “A few years later. They grounded me as well, that was not fun.” “I wish I could have a twin sister, so we could switch places all the time.” Rose commented. “I wish I could have a sister.” Mal complained.

“At least you have your parents all to yourself. You are the favorite.” Sam complained only to be mocked by Linds “Someone is grumpy because it’s not the favorite child.” “And you are?” “Of course.” “Alright, this is not what your brother says.” Sonnett interfered with a smirk. “But I'm for sure not the favorite, my parents don’t hide it.” “Me neither, I’m sure they love me but I have my doubts about who their favorite is. It’s probably Wilma, I don’t blame them.” Everyone laughed at Rose's statement.

Until Mal asked me a question. “What about you Y/n? I’m sure you are your parents favorite.” “Yeah, I don't know. My brother is 10 so... pretty tough competition.” “Wait! You have a brother?” Sonnett asked incredulously. “Yeah.” “Why have we never heard about it? We actually never heard much about your family Y/n.” One of them asked me. Shit, why do I have to open my mouth. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I tried to avoid their eyes so they would know that I didn’t want to talk about it. But Sonnett didn't get it. “Why not? Your parents can’t be that bad?” “Sonnett!! Shut up. Y/n/n, that’s okay, if you don’t want to tell us you don’t have to.” Lindsey said, trying to make me look at them. “But you know that you can tell us everything right?”

I didn’t want to talk about it, and if I stayed one more minute here I would cry, so I decided to leave for my room. “Yeah… I...I think I’m going back to my room. Bye.” “Y/n. Wait! We are not talking about it again. Come back.” Rose tried to stop me, but I stood up so fast that I didn’t even register my surroundings. So as soon as I turned around, I bumped into Ashlyn and her juice spread all over my shirt. Fuck! Ash began to apologise, but now I could feel everyone's eyes on me and all I wanted was to get out of here. “Sorry Speedy, you turn so fast. I…” “That’s okay.” I interrupted her, got free of her hands and walked as fast as I could out of the dinner room.

No one's pov

Meanwhile at the youngies table.

“That was odd.” Sam broke the silence. “I didn’t do it on purpose.” “We know Sonnett. Should we follow her? Or talk to Tobin?” Lindsey asked, trying to comfort Sonnett who was blaming herself for her teammate's outburst.

“Too late for that. Tobin is already coming on her momma bear mode. I’m always scared when she is like this.” Mal spoke looking at Tobin with wide eyes.

“Girls, what happened to Y/n? Why did she get out?” The girls looked at each other until Rose decided to answer Tobin’s question. “We don’t know exactly. We were talking about our families and when we asked about hers she got weird and said she would go to her room.” Tobin sighed and nodded. “Thanks, I will go check on her.”

Tobin pov

I knocked on the door and opened it, when I entered the room I saw Y/n laying on the bed looking at the ceiling.

“Hey, kid. What’s going on?” “Not now Tobin, I just want to be alone for a minute. I’m fine.” “Yeah, you’re not.” Y/n shakes her head and asks. “And how do you know that?” “For starters, you get out of the dinner earlier than usual and without saying goodbye. Then you call me Tobin, you never do that only when you’re not okay.”

With that Y/n sighed and sat on the bed. “It’s just a hard topic for me.” “Your family?” I asked, trying to understand, she just nodded her head.

We stayed in bed for a minute. I waited to see if she was giving me anything else, but that didn’t happen. “Fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, I get it. But let's at least take this shirt off.”

I helped her get up to take the dirty shirt off, but then I looked at her back and saw some scars on it. I was about to take a better look but she quickly pulled back down, trying to hide it. But it was too late, I had already seen it.

“Y/n, what are those marks on your back?” “Are from soccer.” She told me, not looking at me. “I’m not buying it. Tell me the truth.” “It’s nothing Tobin. Give up on this.” “Nope. Right there, you call me Tobin again. Come on kid, you know I won’t give up so soon. So buy us some time and tell me what’s going on.” “It’s hard, Tobs.” “And I’m here by your side, you can tell me everything. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.” “Everything is fine now, it’s already in the past. But I'm still learning to trust people, so I normally don’t talk about it with others. I want to, but when I do I cry and I don't want to cry in front of the team.” “Kid, we will never judge you for crying.” “I know but I never had this, not until three years ago. So it is hard to let people in.” “What do you mean? You wanna tell me about it? “

She hesitated for a minute but nodded. She was about to say something when my phone rang. I looked at it and turned off the call, it was Christen but I couldn’t talk right now.

“It’s okay if you need to go. I’ll be fine.” Y/n told me in a low voice. “I’m here for you kid, you can trust me, after all i’m your mom isn’t I?” “Yeah. You are. It’s not actually complicated. It’s just that, my dad abandoned my family when I was 7, a month later my mom found out she was pregnant. Things were already tough, but my mom did everything she could for us to be happy, but a year later she died in a car crash.”

Tears began to fall from her face, so I put my hand on her back trying to comfort her.

“I’m sorry for that Y/n/n. You don’t need to keep going if you don’t want to.” “I want to tell you everything.” After a minute she stopped sobbing and spoke again. “Well, after that my father didn’t want us so we ended up in foster care and that’s why I don’t like to talk about my family. Is not because I don't trust you, but is because for most part of my life I didn't quite have one. I have just a few memories from my biological mother and I had to take care of my little brother during seven years of my life. Is not simple to talk about it. I was abused from the age of 8 until I turned 14 years old. That's where my marks are from, they hit on me just because they wanted to.”

I hugged her, but didn’t say a thing, I knew that’s what she needed right now. After a few minutes I spoke up. “Kid, I had no idea that you passed through this all. But I want to tell you that this doesn't change our relationship, I still love you and will fight everyone who messes with you, and you know Christen will as well.” “Thank you Tobs.”

After a minute of silence, I decided to ask her what I was scared to ask. “This is still happening? I want to do something about it. I won’t let any of this happen to you again.” “No, three years ago me and my brother got adopted. I told you the truth when I told you that everything is good now. They are amazing and are helping me to get better.” “That’s good. That’s why we never meet them? You didn’t want us to know your story?” “Yeah, that’s one of the reasons.” “One?” “Yeah, well the other one you will understand when you see my moms.” “Your moms?” I asked, still not sure I had heard it right. “Yeah, I got adopted by two moms.” “Oh, Megan will love this.” “I know.” “You want to come back for lunch or do you want to stay here?” “Stay here. Can we just watch a movie?” “Fine, but I choose.”

I jumped on top of her and got the remote so I could choose the movie. “No way, we are on my bed, so I choose.” She got the remote from my hands. “No no, I'm your mother so I choose.” “There’s nothing to do with it. I won’t give it to you.” “Yes you are.”

With that I began to tickle her, trying to get the remote back. Then there was a knock on the door and it opened, but we were too occupied to see who it was. “Okay kids, let's stop the fight.” Oh, that’s Chris. “Tell that to Tobs, she is the one attacking me.” “I see.” Christen separated us. “How are my girls? I’ve been told that I should come here to check on you both, but by the look of things I guess that is all sorted out now.” I looked at Y/n and she had a smile on her face. “I think we are better now right?” “Yeah, much better. Thank you Tobs.” “Of course, I'll always be here for you.” She hugged me and I gave a kiss on her head.

“Oh, I feel left out now.” “Sorry Chris, but Tobs will tell you everything later. But I know I can count on you as well. I’m going to change my shirt now and wash my red face.”

Y/n stood up and left the remote on the bed. “Yes, I got the remote.” I could see Y/n shaking her head and then closing the bathroom door, Chris came to me, gave me a quick peck and asked me what happened.

Your pov

I went to the bathroom to change my shirt and clean myself, and I could hear Tobin telling Christen a little bit of what I told her. “‘What was that about?’ ‘The girls were talking about family stuff on the table and the topic is a little complicated for her. She lost her mom really young and lived in foster care most part of her life, and just recently got adopted. I tell you more later, don’t worry about it.’” I’m glad I finally got to share my story with someone else, and it is no surprise that the two of them were the first to know, I like them a lot.

While I was in the bathroom my phone started to ring.

“Kid, your phone is ringing and is your mom. She wants to facetime.” Tobin yelled from the bed. “Which one?” I yelled back. “Humm… mom Mac?!” Oh, maybe that is a great time to introduce them.

“Could you answer for me? I’m almost finishing.” “Me?” “Yeah, you didn’t want to meet her? That’s the time. She wants to talk to you both as well.” There was a silence in the room, until Chris spoke. “I don’t think that is a good idea.” “You’ll like to talk with her. Don’t you trust me?” “Fine.” Tobin answered me and accepted the call, ready to talk to my mom.

“Hi hon… Oh, hi Tobin!” I could hear my mom speaking. I was already changed, but I wanted to see their reactions while meeting my mom. “Hi… wait your Shannon MacMillan.” Toby speaks and stays with an open mouth. “Yes, and I was told that you are my daughter’s roommate. Oh, hi Christen I didn't see you before. How are you doing?” “Your daughter?” Now was Christen's time to stay in shock. “Yeah Y/n. Is she alright?” “Yeah, but… what?” Tobin was speechless, so I decided to intervene.

“Oh hi mom, sorry I was in the bathroom.” “Hi honey and taking by Tobin and Christen's faces I believe you hadn’t told them about me, am I right?” “Maybe? I actually didn’t tell anyone on the team, I dodged their questions about my family. You know how I am, I wanted them to get to know me first.” “I know.” “But I had told Tobin almost everything, I just kept your name out of it. She saw my scars and made me explain it.” I lightly elbowed Tobin, trying to take her off her transe. “Made you?” I think it worked. “Y/n!!”

“I’m kidding, kind of. She just got overprotective and wanted to punch the person who made me those, so I had to explain the story to her.” “Yeah, I was right she is definitely your team mom. And don’t worry Tobin, they are already taken care of.” Tobin laughed and poked me in my sides “I told you, now even your mom agrees with me. But I gotta say this is kind of crazy.” “Whatever, that doesn't mean you can choose the movie.” “Movie?” Mom asked, not quite understanding what we were talking about. So Chris came to the rescue. “When I got here they were in a tickle fight, because Tobin wanted to choose the Netflix movie and Y/n had the remote.” I completed it. “Christen saves me, but then Tobin got the remote, so it looks like we will be seeing her movie.”

“Seems like you’re having fun. I just called to tell you that the thing you buy on the internet has arrived, I hid it in the garage. I'm sure your mama won’t find it there.” Great, my mama birthday present has arrived. “Cool, and is everything ok?” “Yes, as we expected. We’ll call you later to talk more, I just took that I was alone now so I could warn you.” “Thanks mom.” “Bye honey. Bye Tobin and Christen.” “Bye Shannon.” They say in unison.

So I turned off the call and looked at them, they had a surprised look on their face so I got ready for the questions. Mainly the questions were about why I didn't tell them or the team about it, how I ended up with them and I had to explain my whole story again for Christen. In the end, it was already time for team meeting and we were getting ready to go.

As we waited for the elevator, I remembered to ask them something. “Guys, please don’t tell the team nothing about it.” “Why not? Speedy, I already told you that they won’t treat you any different.” Tobin scolded me. “I just... I will tell them when I feel comfortable, but for now just keep this secret for me. Please mom!!” “You can’t pull the mom card like this.” “Why not? You told yourself that you’re my team mom.” Tobin kept staring at me until she gave up. “Fine. But I think you should at least tell them about your mom, because if they find out about it from another person they're gonna be mad.” Christen punches Tobin in the arm. “Tobin! They are not gonna be mad at you Y/n. Just at the moment, and then they will just fill you with questions. But the last part is going to happen either way.” “Oh, so different from what I said.” Tobin said with sarcasm, but Christen sent her a killer look. “Sorry! But if by any chance, someone annoys you because of who your mother is, tell me and I will kick their ass.” Tobin told me with a serious look.

“You mean if they mocked me because Tobin Heath is my mom?” I tried to contain my laugh. “Oh, shut up!!” She got my head and began to rub it. “Mom stop!!” “Kids stop with it. Let’s go or we are gonna be late.”

With that we entered the elevator and I could see that Chris had a worried face on. My story must have affected her, she has a sad expression, so I decided to lighten her mood a little bit. “Oh Christen, you don’t need to be mad. You and mom are a couple, so that means you are my mom as well.” I hugged her and she kissed my head. She tightened the hug, and I knew some tears were rolling down her face. “Thank you Y/n, you for sure can come for me anytime you need. I’ll always be here for you.” “I know. You’re the mom I listen to but also the mom who grounds me, and Tobin is the mom who takes me out of the ground, and also the one who tries to cover my mess.” Christen rolled her eyes, understanding what I was trying to do. She cleaned the tears that had fallen out and shook her head, but now with a smile on her face. Tobin on the other hand protested. “I would never do that Christen!” “Why can't I believe that?”

With that the elevator door opened and Christen got out first, then Tobin raised her hand for me to hit it. I love these two. We got to team meeting and discussed our training sessions, how our week is going to be and other things. The meeting took about an hour. After it, the whole team went to dinner, me and Tobin were talking about the conversation we had early about my past soccer teams and how my mom is a crazy fan, so we got our food and sat at some table don’t even looking to see who was on the other ones. But as we were talking Christen, Megan, Ash, Julie, Ali, Alyssa and Carli sat at our table as well.

“I’m telling you Tobs, once she got so mad about a bad call that she almost got inside the field to yell at the referee, luckily my 9 years old brother stopped her.” Tobin was laughing her ass out. “I would die to see that.” “Who did that?” Megan asked, breaking the bubble we were on. I then noticed everyone else that was on the table with us.

“What?” I asked, not quite sure what she was talking about. “Who almost got in the field?” “My mom.” “Oh…” “She seems cool.” Ash responded. “She is, when she is not mad. Despite that, she is awesome, my family is really supportive.” “Your brother plays soccer as well?” Alis asked. “No, he hates sports. But he loves to cheer for me, so he goes for all the games he can.” “Oh, this is so cute, I would love to meet him.” JJ awed with my answer. “He for sure will love to go to the mall with you and Chris, I can guarantee that he would be a better company then Tobs.” “Hey kid! You are just as bad as I am.” Tobin protested. “Ok you're right. But I’m telling the truth, he and my mom go on walks for hours.” “I’m certainly taking him out when we meet him.” Chris gave me a wink, letting me know that this was for sure happening some time soon.

“And who encouraged you to play soccer? Your mom or your dad?” Alyssa asked, wanting to know more about my family. I took a big breath and answered her. “Oh, it’s a little more complicated than that. But I can for sure tell you that it was not my father.” “Why is that? He doesn't like sports?”

I take a look at Tobin and Christen and them both nod their heads encouraging me to tell them. “No, it’s because… I don't have a father, at least not one that I care about.” “Sorry I didn’t want to put you through that.” Alyssa told me with a worried expression. “That’s fine, I'm ok with that now.” “So is it just you, your brother and your mom?” Ali asked. “Well, my moms.” “Excuse me?” Megan almost spilled all the water she was drinking with the new information. “My moms. Me, my brother and my two moms.” “Oh, that is awesome. I already liked you before, now I like you even more.” Megan cheered and high five me. “Because of my parents?” “Yeah, you were already cool, now that I know that you for sure support my community you got points with me. Tell me about them!” “They are awesome, I've only been with them for three years, but they changed my life when they adopted me.” Ops! Shouldn’t have said the last part. “Wait, you are adopted?” Ali asked. “Yep.”

“Who is adopted?” Emily asked while getting close to the table. “Y/n” Alyssa answered. “What? You never told us.” Mal and the other youngies were all surrounding us now. “That’s why you run away during lunch?” I looked around and by now the whole team was at the table listening to the conversation.

“So about that…” I look at Tobin and send her a ‘help me’ look, she quickly understands me and steps up. “Guys, less questions okay? If she hasn't told us about it yet it’s because she is not comfortable with it, so let’s give her time.”

Everyone nodded, but Megan was still interested in my family. “Fine, but I want to know more about your moms okay?” “That I can do, but I think you already know at least one of them.”

I took my phone and showed her a picture of my family. Her mouth drops and she passes the phone for Ash, who passes to Ali, who passes to Carli, who finally says something.

“Wait a minute, your mom is Shannon MacMillan?” “Yeah.”

Everybody's jaw drops, except for Christen and Tobin because they already knew, and the questions started again. I finally told them my story and Tobin was right, they were really supportive and of course asked a lot of questions, but I'm fine with it. They are my family now.

[dat-dio-backpatch]

You play Drums? PT. 1

Summary: Eddie finds out you play the drums during a Hellfire session, only to later ask you to sub in for Gareth during a Corroded Coffin gig.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hey so uhhh, this is my first fic for Stranger Things, and the first fic I've ever posted lol. Any feedback is rly appreciated as I really want to improve and write stuff others will enjoy. Also this is a part 1, I'm working on the 2nd part rn so feedback on this will help ensure that pt.2 is as good as possible

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The small Hellfire room was oddly quiet, only you, Eddie, and Mike were present despite the session starting in only 10 or so minutes. Usually everyone was here at least 20 minutes early, all pumped and debating on different battle strategies for whatever monster Eddie was gonna throw our way in the game. But today Lucas’s basketball practice was apparently running late, Dustin had hurriedly explained as much before darting out of the room to go find out what everyone else's tardy excuse was. So now there were three, it was awkward despite you having known both Mike and Eddie for so long but they were both focused on their own work that the room was left silent. Eddie had his head buried behind the DM’s screen working on last minute adjustments to the campaign and Mike was furiously scribbling away at what you assumed was homework. Remembering your own long forgotten English paper you decided to copy Mike's idea and use this downtime to actually get something done. 

Pulling out a pile of crumpled up papers and a handful of dull pencils from your backpack you set to work, only to find yourself immedietly bored. Shakespeare was usually far from boring but your dull english teacher somehow found a way to ruin even his most fun plays, so you did what you always do to combat boredom and pulled out your walkman. Popping on your headphones you pressed play and the epic sounds of Mercyful Fate's album “Don’t Break the Oath” soon stomped out all your boredom. As the music continued you found yourself less and less focused on the actual paper and more focused on drumming along to the songs with two of your beat up pencils, having played the drums since middle school you were definitely nailing each beat despite having the music so loud you couldn’t hear anything else. 

“Y/N!” A voice broke you out of your music induced daze, you felt a strong hand shake your shoulder lightly “Y/N?”

You sheepishly remove your headphones and look over to see Eddie standing next to you, looking down at you with a confused, yet still mischevious, expression.  

“Sorry, was I too loud?” You apologize, face flushing red. You’d gotten carried away drumming like that before and it was almost always met with annoyance. 

“No, no definitely not” Eddie brushed off your apology, smile widening. “Do you play the drums?”

“Oh yea I do” you said returning his smile “I’ve been playing since middle school actually” 

“Shit how come you’ve never mentioned it before?” Eddie asked excitedly 

“Never came up I guess” You shrugged, starting to shove your English work back into your backpack before pulling out your dice and character sheet instead.

“Now that could come in handy sometime” Eddie mused, though before he could continue that though Dustin came rushing in with the rest of Hellfire in tow. One look at the clock showed they made it with only seconds to spare and a handful of half assed apologies for their piss poor timing. 

The session picked up almost immediately and went shockingly well despite the group's lack of preparedness, you’d all managed to make it out with your characters only slightly roughed up by Eddie's ruthless hordes of enemies. It all ended with the typical celebration, haphazard cleaning and quick goodbyes as you rushed out to your car before you could get further distracted from the still unfinished english paper crammed in your bag  

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by the time the weekend rolled around You’d already forgotten about your breath conversation with Eddie about your drumming skills, it hadn’t really been that important after all. As much as you wanted to play with the guys they already had Gareth, Corroded Coffin was in no need of a new drummer. Or at least that's what you thought as you marched down your stairs, headed off to your drum set in the garage to start your routine Saturday practice. Sheet music and sticks in hand you weren’t at all expecting the sudden loud knock on your front door, you jumped nearly dropping everything you were holding as the knocking continued even more aggressively than before. You approached the door with caution unsure of whether or not you should open it until a familiar voice called from the other side. 

“Y/N!” It was Eddie, pounding on your door and shouting at the top of his lungs. “Y/N I know you’re home!”

You whipped the door open, fear dissipating into annoyance as Eddie greeted you with his signature mischievous grin.

“God Ed’s you’re lucky my parents aren’t home or you’d have gotten me grounded!” You groaned as his smile widened “What’s so important that you show up out of nowhere screaming like a serial killer?”

“I, well, we, need your help” Eddie said toying with one of his rings as he spoke hurriedly “Corroded Coffins playing a gig down at the Hideaway and we’re missing a drummer, told the guys I could get you to sub in”

“Isn’t Gareth your drummer? You asked, confused, “what happened to him?”

“Gareth got mono” Eddie made a fake gagging sound and feigned throwing up. “That gross shithead got sick the day of our big show, well not really a big show but a gigs a gig right?”

“Ed’s I don’t know how to play any of your songs” You said, suddenly racked with anxiety at the thought of fucking up your friends performance “I’m probably not as good as Gareth either” 

“I’m sure you’ll be fantastic sweetheart, plus I got all the sheet music ready and waiting with the guys and we can practice as long as you want” He said, his smile dropping from mischievous into comforting. “Please can you do me this one favor, I’ll owe you big time”

“You strike a hard bargain I’ll admit” You said, scrunching up your face and pretending to consider his offer “I don't know though, I did have some great saturday plans lined up”

“We both know you’d just be sitting on your couch watching the Exorcist” He teased 

“Hey rude!” You mocked offense “Not really winning me over with that attitude”

“Please will you, oh the great Y/N, play drums with us and really do your best friend a solid?” Eddie clasped his hands together and gave you the widest eyed begging look he could manage 

“Oh alright I’ll play with you guys” You said laughing at his antics, watching as his face lit up in the brightest smile you think you’d ever seen. 

“Thank you, thank you thank you!” Eddie shouted, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up into the air in the tightest hug he could manage. “I owe you big time!”

“Big time!” You chuckled as he spun you around, still not letting you go even when you dropped your sticks and sheet music. “Ok, ok Ed’s you’ve shown your gratitude now put me down”

He stopped spinning you but didn’t put you back down, just held you tight as you found your face startlingly close to his, his bright smile never fading as your eyes met. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as you both seemed to freeze in the moment, simply staring at each other. 

“So, uh, you can grab whatever you’ll need for practice I’ll wait in the van for you” Eddie said quickly, breaking out of his stunned state with a quick shake of his head. He gently let you back down, pausing as if he were about to say something as you noticed a bright red blush spread across his face. He quickly shook his head again and began fidgeting with his rings. “Yea, I’ll be in the van. I’m really,,, the guys and I are really excited to get to play with you!”

“I’ll be quick, just gotta grab another set of sticks and I’ll be right out” You said, equally as flustered as Eddie. He nodded, offering a small nervous smile before rushing back out to his van, leaving you to retrieve the sticks you dropped along with an extra pair from your room. While in your room you paused, looking out your window down at Eddie's van parked haphazardly in your driveway. You could spot him in the driver's side window, you didn’t mean to be a creep and stare but you couldn’t help yourself. You and Eddie had always been close friends, hugging was nothing new to the two of you so why did that hug feel so,,,, different. Sure he was attractive, you’d had a crush on him since you first met him all the way back in middle school when he still had that stupid buzzcut. But no, you guys were just friends, that's all you;d ever been and you’d long since accepted the fact that's all you’d ever be. So why did that hug feel so different, and why’d it leave both of you blushing like awkward school kids. Not to mention his hasty exit after. It was just, odd, the way it left you feeling like you had butterflies in your stomach and your face still flushed. You quickly pushed all those thoughts aside, it was too much to think about right now and you were on a time crunch.  

As you brushed away all these thoughts and questions you realized you had the sticks in hand, and were still staring down at Eddie. To your surprise, and embarrassment, you realized Eddie was staring back up at you with the same ‘lost in thought’ look and blushing face. You both simultaneously realized you’d each been caught staring and quickly broke eye contact, Eddie turning to raise the volume on whatever metal he’d been playing and you hurrying to get rou shoes on before rushing out to join him. Once you were in the van Eddie took no time pulling out of your driveway, not waiting for you to get your seatbelt on before speeding off down the road. Thankfully the music was so loud conversation was impossible, neither of you really knew what to say anyway. Just an awkward moment between friends, that's all this was. Right? Again you brushed these thoughts away and focused on the road ahead, determined not to let the band down and to enjoy your first professional gig. You could sort out whatever was between you and Eddie when there wasn’t the massive pressure of performing weighing on your shoulders, hopefully you’d have your thoughts and feelings sorted out by then. Hopefully whatever conversation happened wouldn’t be as awkward as this car ride, you glanced over at Eddie as he kept his eyes locked on the road ahead, his face slowly losing the bright red blush you knew for sure you still had. You turned back to the road and tightened your grip on your drum sticks. 

[angstyx]

Going on a Road Trip w/ SBI Hcs

Includes: Tommy, Wilbur, Techno, Philza

TW: lots of cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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It’ll take ages to plan the road trip since everyone would want to go to different places

Poor phil, he'll have to deal with all of you, tommy, and wilburs bullshit along with having to be the driver as well

You three would probably bicker about stupid stuff

"Hey wilbur, think about this: if humans breath air yet we can't see it, can fish see air and not be able to see water?"

"Shut the fuck up you child, I’m trying to sleep”

"YOU BITCH YOU DARE CALL ME A CHILD IM 17 YOU IDIOT"

"Technically you're still a child tommy"

"TECHNO HOW DARE YOU JOIN WILBUR’S SIDE”

“Guys stop talking, I need to focus on driving”

"Phil tell Wilbur that I am not a child!"

"Oh fuck off, I'm done with this shit"

Techno, being in the passenger seat, would just stay silent throughout the trip or read a book; only talking to either prove a point, correct someone, or to stop someone from doing something stupid

And by someone I mean tommy

Tommy tried to convince phil multiple times to put the song 'roadtrip' on and turn the volume all the way up along with having all the windows down since it supposedly fit the "scene"

Everyone probably fought for different seats in the car before the trip started

Phil definitely forgot to help figure out who's getting which seat and he totally regreted it because techno and tommy both wanted the passenger seat

"I'm more mature than you, you idiot! I deserve to sit here!"

"Tommy... you just called me a 'idiot' which first of all, is not mature at all and second of all, I'm older. Now move out of the way and get in the back."

"PHIL!!"

Tommy would only sit in the back just so he could vlog with you

The amount of curse words thrown around in the car is tremendous

You wont be able to go 5 minutes before hearing a curse word escape someone mouth

Although it's only 5 people, the car would still feel crowded and it'll feel as if there's at least 10 people inside

Tommy would constantly ask phil to pull over for food every 10 minutes or so

Wilbur would tell tommy to shut up

Techno would either join Wilbur and tell tommy to stay quiet or he'll just stay quiet himself

You, on the other hand, would just probably fall asleep or something, not wanting to be included in Tommy's shenanigans or wilbur's bickering

After your nap (if you are a person to take naps), you, tommy, and wilbur would play some car games

Despite his refusal, tommy would force have techno join as well, much to techno's dismay

"I spy with my little eyes... something green"

"Leaves?"

"Wrong answer Wilbur!"

And because you were so bored, you decided to join in as well

"The grass?"

"Nope! That’s wrong y/n!"

"The tree leaves?"

"I already said that y/n-"

"CORRECT Y/N!! WOOHOO!!"

"... I-I don't want to play anymore"

Tommy, like always, would vlog the trip!

He’ll make sure to bring all the equipment in his bag

He wanted to bring much more equipment but no mater how hard tommy begged, Phil still said no

“HELLOOO VLOG”

“Tommy everyone’s taking a nap right now, just go to sleep”

“But I need my content, Phil!”

“You won’t get any content at all if you don’t go to sleep this instant”

“Awww…”

If Phil got tired with driving, either wilbur or techno would take out so he could rest

Tommy wanted to drive but everyone quickly told him that he was going to crash the car

Let’s just say he didn’t talk to anyone for a while during the trip

If you brought headphones or something to listen to music to, you still won’t be able to hear your music properly since tommy would be talking too loud

“Tommy can you be quiet? I’m trying to listen to music right now!”

“Oh well too bad y/n! CAUSE IT’S VLOG TIME WOOHOO!!”

“….Fuck you, Tommy”

Despite all the chaos, bickering, and fighting throughout the road trip, everyone still had fun

Well mostly everyone, like I said, Phil had to deal with everyone’s bullshit :)

Good luck cause the next time the SBI goes on a road trip with you, it’ll be much more chaotic

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part VIII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1533.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII

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The longer you stayed in the classroom, the worse you felt. Your eyelids were burning, and you could feel your temperature rising. What a bore, now you'd have to return to the dorm, drink more meds, and then run back to the main building. Besides, it wouldn't be easy to focus on studying, meaning you could really fail the upcoming exams.

It was making you angry at yourself. Why did you catch a cold at such time? Why, when you had so many things to do aside from studying, you were sneezing and coughing and shaking from fever? Now you'd have to put two times more efforts to achieve your goals.

It was lunch time when you saw Steve again, and by the look on his face you could say you looked terrible even after you reapplied both concealer and powder generously.

"Are you sick?" He asked you quietly, getting in the seat at the same table.

"Ah, that's just a little cold. Nothing to worry about."

You almost flinched when you saw his hand, but Steve had already reached out to touch your forehead and stared at you in shock. "You're burning. You have a fever."

Yes, you did. Yes, you were going to go collect the meds after you had your lunch because you barely had strength to move. No big deal, you thought with irritation.

"It's alright. I'll go take some acetaminophen in 10 minutes, and I'm gonna be alright." You said stubbornly when Rogers stared at you in disbelief.

"Are you joking? If you continue like that, you'll faint. Listen, if you're worried the teacher will mark you absent, we'll get the nurse to give you a paper that you’re sick and you can’t attend a class."

"I don't need it, I'm perfectly alright. I need to study before the exams start next week."

Staring at the table because you barely kept yourself from shaking wildly, you missed a deeply anxious look on Steve's face. He couldn't understand what was happening to you, but you weren't too eager to elaborate. Was it so hard for him to mind his own business? He wasn't such a good person he tried pretending to be, was he?

"Why are you being stubborn?" He talked so quiet you almost missed his words.

"Because it's not a real disease."

You thought you grumbled like it was nothing, but seeing Steve froze made you uncomfortable. It looked like something clicked inside him, and he no longer asked for the reasoning behind your actions as if he understood something. It was unnerving. You didn't want to talk to anyone about your health or anything like that. It concerned no one but you.

Sighing, you looked at your half-finished plate of spaghetti, knowing you wouldn't be able to eat it all - you had to force yourself to chew, not feeling the taste. Shit. Everything was going wrong in this fucking place.

"Hey, have you heard?" Steve said, and you breathed out heavily, looking up his face. "While the cold itself isn't too dangerous, working and moving while being sick is. The studies have shown that this may cause a great damage to your internal organs, which, in turn, can lead even to your death."

"Wait, what?"

Not waiting for you to say it was impossible, he quickly unblocked his phone and googled something, in a couple of seconds showing you his screen with an article published in a scientific journal. Blinking in surprise, you stared at it and realized this was exactly what he was talking about: he said the truth. The colorful diagram showed studies proving an increase in organ failures, acute state of chronic diseases, and, yes, even death.

You shivered. You never knew it. Was it really true? How many times did you risk getting something like that?

Oh, mom would be so surprised to learn she was wrong all along.

"Let's bring you back to the dorm. I'll give you my own notes for the midterms next week, alright?" Carefully helping you to get up, Steve took you by the arm to guide you back, and all of a sudden, you felt like you were going to cry in front of everyone if you didn't hurry.

You felt cold even when you got beneath two warm blankets, and Steve volunteered to bring you the third one if you could wait a little. You certainly weren’t in rush, your strength leaving you to the point you didn't want to move at all, laying your head on a pillow and trying to warm yourself up. It was so, so cold, even though normally you’d start sweating under the blankets immediately. The thermometer showed your temperature being at 38.5. It was nasty.

Thinking whether you had to stay at home from the start just like Steve said before he left, you debated you had to come to school, anyway. At least you had your notes for the most classes for today, and the weekend would be enough for you to get back on track.

When Steve showed up with two bags in his hands, you eyed him suspiciously: what on Earth was that?

“Just some hot chicken soup, a couple of sandwiches, and a hot tea with lemon.” He reassured you, taking all these things out and placing them on your table.

You could also see a zip bag with several flu sachets, candies with menthol for your throat, a nasal spray, and something else. Oh dear. Did he really bring all this for you? And where did he take this chicken soup?

“I had it. I cooked it yesterday.” He blinked, unsure why you looked so perplexed: you were watching him as if he were an alien. “It’s not that bad. I can cook a good soup.”

“You cook soup?” You asked him when he offered you some, opening the lid of his neat metal thermos and handing you a spoon. “Really?”

He snorted, “Why does everyone ask me that? Thor was laughing when he saw me cooking.”

Steve had a funny expression on his face with those furrowed blonde eyebrows, and you let out a chuckle, trying the soup without a second though. Wow, it tasted nice. Almost like a soup your grandma cooked for you when you were a kid.

It made you feel sad, and you simply sipped the broth while Steve unpacked the third blanket and put it over you as if he were your mama or something. Funny enough, you couldn’t remember the last time your mom or dad really did it, and you became deeply ashamed you were so sick you couldn’t do it yourself.

“What’s wrong?” The guy asked you the second he looked at you again. “Why are you making this face?”

Oh, you wanted to be wrapped into your blankets like a little caterpillar and not answer any questions at all. It was already too embarrassing.

Avoiding his gaze, you mumbled, “Nothing. I’m just sorry you had to go through all the trouble for me.”

“What trouble? It’s nothing.” He smiled at you like he didn’t mind doing all this to make you feel better, and you bit down on your lip.

Was he good or bad? He did lie to you about Peter, and everybody said Steve was a complete control freak, right? But then again, nobody would go and take care of you, just some girl from academy who didn’t have any real friends here. Steve helped you return to your room, brought you things, fed you his soup, and was now mixing a hot lemon drink in a glass for you. Nobody would do it, but he did.

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, and he raised his eyes at you. “You don’t have to do this, really. I know you’re very busy.”

“I’m not that busy. It’s ok! I know I might give big mama bear vibes, but I’m just trying to help.” Smiling, he sat down on a chair close to your bed and offered you a hot glass with little crystals from the sachet slowly dissolving in the water.

“My mom wouldn’t do all this.”

Staring in the glass and watching the water becoming more and more yellow, you quietly made a couple of gulps, feeling the hot liquid burning your throat - despite feeling terrible from rising temperature, it was... comforting. Seeing someone sitting close to you when you stayed in bed was also strangely pleasant, and you thought you were glad Steve was here - even if he were wrong about Peter and other things.

“Your mom wasn’t bringing you soup when you were sick?” His voice was barely audible, but you still felt guilty talking about it. Well, now you had to do it anyway; it wasn’t nice to be silent when Steve asked you a question.

“Not really. It has always been just a cold, anyway. I didn’t need help, I could always fetch everything myself.” You tried forcing a laugh. “Mom would usually say something like, “go to your room and comfort yourself.” So I did.”

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There was an awkward silence again as you saw pity in Steve’s eyes. Oh, now he was pitying you. What a disaster.

Part IX

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[rabbits-of-habit]

HEHEHEHE I'M RLLY LIKING THAT LIST

Guess what I got just for you anon? Chapter 2 of my HABIT fic. -Mod Havoc

Prologue

Chap 1

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。゜+゜

Work really can mesh someone's days together. No one told you being an adult would mean the same boring routine every day. Get up, go to work, come home. Get up, work, home. A real rinse and repeat sort of situation. Getting promoted to a manager's position at the dead end job you had didn’t have the spark you thought it would. It just gave you more hours and more customer service related headaches. 

You sit in the back room for a well needed break and cry. Last night already showed you how bad the coming days were going to be. After you had gotten home from taking shitty photos of trees that bled together and blurred you found yourself with a migraine so bad it could kill god three times over. It was like even the light of the moon from your window made it worse. So on top of the 10 hour shift you had today, you also had to do it with no sleep at all. 

Today alone at work you’ve had to deal with 3 different people with the same weird cocky attitude. Almost like they were the same person mocking you in a different body. The worst part? None of them bought anything to return. They just came up to talk to you for some reason. Suddenly the back room door creaks open and light footsteps reach exactly where you are.

“Someone needs your help” Your co worker shifts from foot to foot in front of you, “They won't leave until they see you for some reason.” 

You groan outwardly and nod,. “I’ll be out in a second.” 

Your coworker leaves the back room as quickly as they came and you spend the next ten minutes cleaning yourself up. When you go out it's another man. He's shorter with longer hair and a baseball cap. Something is off about him but you can’t really put your finger on what. It could be the tattered plaid jacket he wears, or the fact his grin seems to be a bit too friendly. You shake your head of the thoughts before going over to him. 

“Is everything okay over here?” Your voice comes out a bit softer than it normally does. 

“Nope I needed help findin shit,” his grin gets a bit wider. “A knife, you sell those here right?”

Your uncomfort grows as you nod at him silently. You motion for him to follow you to the back of the store to a corner counter with a glass case full of knives. You wait for him to make a choice and God it feels like this is dragging on. It seems like he is more looking at you out of the corner of his eyes than he is looking at the knives in the case in front of him. 

You swallow down your mounting anxiety, “Do you know exactly what you’re looking for?”

“Nope!” His grin is a bit more normal this time, less anxiety inducing. 

You find yourself starting to calm down a bit now that whoever this is is acting a bit more normal. The anxiety is fading, not fully but you seem more relaxed to anyone who could walk by. 

“Well, I shouldn’t tell you this because it’s company policy and all, but these knives suck.” You watch him bark out a laugh and its almost like his voice splits in two for a second. 

“I’m not using it for the sharpness, I’m using it because it’s shit,” he points at the case “That one.” 

You nod and pull it out to ring it up. His face is one of interest, not at the knife but at you. Little do you know he’s been looking at you like that for days in different bodies. Goosebumps rise on your skin when he stares just a bit too long. You give him his total and he slams the money on the glass case, making you jump a bit. Then he nearly leaves without the knife. You hunt him down before he can leave the store and pass it to him. 

When you get back to the case after hunting him down there isn’t only money on the table anymore. There’s money with a note underneath the various bills. The note is wrinkled and torn, but you can barely make out a number and name on it. It looks like there's red staining in various places on the note as well. Hoping it's not what you think it is, you take a deep breath. You get another uneasy feeling shoving the note in your back pocket. Closing your eyes for a moment you take another deep breath then return to your work for the rest of the day. 

When you get home, you are exhausted and past the point of being able to cry anymore. However the tired feeling is soon replaced by anxiety when you empty out your back pockets like you always do every day. The note flutters out of your hand nearly when you look at it and remember it’s there. 

You spend the next hour staring at it and wondering why out of everyone this odd man wanted you. Why did he want- no demand that you be the person to help him when he barely even knew who you were? Why leave you his number instead of just asking to do so like a normal human being? 

Every natural instinct is telling you not to text or call this number but after a while the curiosity starts to outweigh the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. Call it fate or just being a dumbass, you pull out your phone and put the number in your contacts under, Freak store guy. You open your messaging app and stare at it before spending the next ten minutes crafting the perfect response that will encapsulate your feelings in this current moment. Then before sending it you panic and just send one statement. 

‘Hey it's the person from the store.’ 

The bubble comes up to show he's typing then disappears, it does this for 5 whole minutes. Then it goes through. 

‘FUCKIN FINALLY THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER CATCH ON’

[thatoneao3writer]

TTAU Holidays!

(Ok, so, happy early holidays!! It's been a while since I posted something like this, so I hope you guys enjoy! :D)

• The Titans and the HIVE just simply cannot function if they celebrate Christmas together.

• For one thing, their traditions completely contradict each other, and for another, they already can't function on a normal day what more could you expect from a holiday? Lmao.

• The Titans' traditional drink is eggnog, while the HIVE's drink is cider. The Titans like to hand pick fresh trees, but the HIVE love their reusable aluminum tree. The Titans like giving gifts, the HIVE prefers to receive them. The Titans put an angel on top of their tree, the HIVE puts up a star. The Titans go over the top with decorations, but the HIVE are content with just a tiny tree.

• It would be so much easier if they just agreed to combine their traditions, but they're all too stubborn and would never ever let the other group 'replace' what they're used to.

• They always try to get along every year, but every time they try to celebrate together it ends up in a fight which would then become a reluctant party by the end of the day.

• Yes, they celebrate together in either the HIVE HQ or Titans Tower that they all thrashed about five hours ago BECAUSE they didn't want to celebrate together. Quite contradictory, aren't they? Don't worry they enjoy Christmas every year lol

• While all this chaos happens, the Syndicate hosts a very dancy Christmas Galla because Techno is rich and shit, you know the drill lmao.

• Tommy and Ranboo try their best to make excuses about not being able to attend, but they just can't escape the boring grown up party because who says no to Technoblade? They drag a very reluctant Tubbo every year tho.

• Those three rascals always finds a way to sneak out though, and they would run away to Tubbo and Ranboo's hideout to binge cringe Christmas movies and eat sweets until the fall asleep on each other.

• Punz and Purpled always goes out together to ice skate. That's it, that's their tradition. Simple, but they rarely spend time together nowadays, so it means a lot.

• Puffy, just like every Valentine, gives everyone gifts. Though, she has 'competition' every Christmas. Namely Foolish and Ranboo.

• Every year those three competes on who gives the better gifts. Everyone is aware of this, so they pretend they didn't like what they got so the trio would step it up a notch next year. They had to stop doing that once Foolish legitimately gave Tubbo a Lamborghini that he immediately crashed after 10 minutes.

• Speaking of Foolish, he would always try to break off the Holiday Dispute between the HIVE and the Titans, and of course would fail every time. But once he reconnected with Eret, they would spend Christmas together instead.

• Fundy and 5up spend the holidays with Foolish and Eret because they have nowhere else to go. And because they were basically adopted by those two lol.

• Wilbur and Jack would try and fail to infiltrate the Syndicate party. Every single time. Niki would always go out to give them some food whenever they get thrown out though, so that's nice.

• If you're wondering why the Titans weren't invited to the Syndicate's Party... well, let's just say that Techno knows better than to get in between  whatever the hell tradition the two opposing teams have formed over the years.

• Dream only gives gifts to George openly and pretend he doesn't care about the others. But the HIVE knows the little gifts under their pillows were from one certain smiley faced man. And also, he gives stuff to Puffy sometimes. 

• Of course, Sam would try to give everyone gifts, but he doesn't have that much time so he only ends up giving to the Titans, Alex, Tubbo, and Tommy. Mans already got a lot in his plate, he procrastinates a lot because he forgets when the holidays are sometimes and he prefers to make his own gifts.

• Ponk doesn't give anyone but Sam gifts. That's final, lmao

(I'm all out of ideas, so, my fellow mods or if anyone else have ideas, feel free to add on to this -🌱)

[leossmoonn]

ok but like imagine stefan coming to your house for the first time and you only tolerate him bc he's Elena's boyfriend's brother lmfao. and yall have this love-hate relationship. and you have two siblings and one is kid and one is an actual baby lmfao. and they immediately like him and then you're like :/ and stefan is like "i'm cooler than you thats why they like me 😁" and the kids are like "yeah y/n! steffie is so much cooler!" and they team up against you LMAO- 🍓

THIS IS SO CUTE YESSS

so youre in the kitchen munching on pretzels while damon and elena are playing video games. stefan is very bored and decides to go and bother you.

your definition of a love-hate relationship is most definitely of a flirty relationship hehe

so he goes over to the kitchen and takes the pretzels from you, only for your mood to change dramatically

“seriously!?” you exclaim. stefan just smiles at you and says “you sound like caroline when you say that”

you roll your eyes, ignoring him and going to get another snack. stefan puts the pretzels down, eager to annoy you more (bc he likessss youuuuu). and he gets in your way and youre like

“move” and you try and shove him, but he takes a hold of your wrists and your heart starts beating fast and you have butterflies in your stomach. but you hide your feelings and kick him in the knee (which you are vey strong) and he lets you go. and youre like “hah. sucks to suck”

and stefans like “😑 whatever. you know you like me”

and youre like “HAH PLEASE. id rather get captured by klaus than like you”

and stefan’s like “wow. okay. rude.” and youre like “you know you love me 😁”

and damons like “jesus you guys have sex already!”

and you two are just like 😧😳🖕🏻and ignore him bc admitting you two have feelings for each other is scary AND you dont wanna be the girl who dates her sister’s boyfriend’s brother.

stefan, who is willing to take that risk in dating his brother’s girlfriend’s younger sister is like “you know, we can go back to my place of you want”

and youre like “🤨 nice try steffy” and hes like “dont call me that!”

and youre like “hehe too late. steffy steffy steffy!” and on the outside stefans like 😡😡 but on the inside hes like 🦋🦋😳😳

anyways enough of this frenemies to lovers shit. aunt jenna (i refuse to keep her dead.) comes back w your two siblings. you have a little brother who is 10 and a baby sister who is like 2. and jenna’s like

“oh hey damon, stefan. didn’t know you two were coming over today.”

and elena’s like “yeah i hope its okay” and jenna’s like “all good! im going to take a nap though, so keep it down?”

and you four are like 👍 and jenna goes upstairs and stefan goes to the two kids who are with damon and elena. and stefan asks if they wanna play a game outside and theyre like “yeah!”

but youre like “um its getting late out and its cold outside. we should stay inside”

and your brother (we’ll say that this is jeremy lol) so jeremy is like “NO I WANT TO PLAY OUTSIDE!?” and your baby sister, we’ll call her evie (props to my sibling for giving me that name) and shes like “outside with steffy!”

and youre like “😐 guys no.”

and jeremy starts to run to the backdoor with evie and you put your hands on your hips and glare at stefan.

“can you help me out a little?”

and stefan’s like “nah. id rather be on their good side” and youre like “🙄 god youre no help”

and hes like “youre just mad bc they like me better” and youre like “what? not true!”

and damons like “kinda true.”

and elena’s like “damon! shut it” and damon says “what! truth hurts, baby”

you sigh in exasperation, stomping over to jeremy and evie who had ran outside. stefan follows you outside, using his vamp speed to get ahead of you and to pick the kids up, spinning them around

“stefan! be careful!”

stefan rolls his eyes and is like “they’re fine. right guys?”

and the two children are laughing and giggling

and youre like “ugh still! jenna will kill me!”

“nah she wont. ill make sure she wont”

and he says this while looking you straight in the eyes and now youre all flustered hehe. but then you turn your attention to the kids and are like

“what do you guys wanna do out here?”

and theyre like “hang out w steffy!”

and youre like “well we can go on the swing set or smth”

and stefan’s like “no offence, y/n, but im cooler than you, so ofc they like me better”

and youre like “😐” and the kids are like “yeah y/n! steffy is much cooler than you”

and youre about to slap that smug smirk off of stefan’s face, but then they suddenly disappear due to stefan’s vamp speed. and you’re panicking bc its sunset and the two kids need to go to bed soon. but then the three pop up behind you and yell “boo!” and they scare the shit outta you. your hand is on your heart which is beating a million miles per minute

and you turn to them, about to yell, but they disappear again. and its this game that they keep playing w you. you end up liking it and having fun, but after you realise its time to put the kids to bed. so stefan and you get them ready for bed, tucking them in and kissing them goodnight. and while you shut the door to their bedroom, stefan goes next to you and says

“youre the cool one, y’know that?”

and youre like “pfft yeah right. they worship you”

“yeah, but your their big sister. they only like me because im a vampire. they love you and look up to you the most” he says

and you smile shyly, looking up at him through your lashes. you feel yourself falling for him even more, and you two feel yourselves leaning in. but as stefan snakes his hand around your waist, you break out of your daze. you back away, a playful smirk playing on your lips

“last one downstairs has to clean up!”

and you start running downstairs but of course, stefan beats you

“no fair!” you shout, acting mad

but you two are just smiling at each other like love filled idiots

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