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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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Tons and tons of morlocks are attacking the government buildings and other structures that they don't approve of and say they didn't approve, some of them are are apartments and their new ones and they said that they weren't on the list to be done and bja approves them to go attack them. It's a little different strategies than Trump who wants to just get rid of his people so Trump and bjA are fighting and they both think that they won the whole show and they have this wonderful program is doing all this work. And her son says don't you realize bja that Tommy f is no longer hiding under the stair. You can see him and you can see his guys. And they tell you are their mouths all that s*** that they have and you want to go to attack was it a windmill. Bja is shaking his head and say you don't understand that they're in our way of doing anything effectively we can't get any hardware. Okay thank you okay Don Quixote when you go up to New Jersey that's going to be your name so you can sit there and do nothing or big p**** goes and take spaceships that he could go down and take some hardware with like Trump did and now Trump is called a little ball and doesn't want to have anything to do with it. So dealing with two retarded dimension kids that's what you are but you're supposed to be adults. Shutup itself is screaming queer Trump. That was our son and bja says back we're going to go to jail and do nothing and he's right Max doesn't really stop us when we go down there and you're wrong it could be going for the ships to go down there and you'll see the way psychologically and you're a disaster zone and he wants you out and we need you out you can't do anything with your big fat ass in the way you grabbed some stuff and I'll tell you after you but that's not even the real problem. Now bja goes on to explain that this guy take stuff and loses it it's like a hobby it's not really a ride he just keeps doing it and that's what he likes doing it my friend he likes holding on to stuff and they don't get along and he doesn't have anything to hold on to and I'll tell you to shove off and you won't tell you to show off right now the max are clearing out punta Gorda not on the scale that you had them say but they are doing it and they're getting information on us especially on you Trump they hate you. And you said I'm presenting evidence and I'm not and you are the one who compromised the lawyers and you told me what they're holding on to cuz you're so smart. And that was bja I really all Trump has to say back it's nonsensical garbage. And he's going to trial on Tuesday for the arrangement and it begins on Tuesday and he will be in custody possibly true they say he's not a flight risk but he is those guys are creep that want him out so working on that and also he needs to go to court more often. Other people see that they fell and they're going after him and they have to to get paid back for losing all that stuff cuz he's a fool

-we have a right to our revenge. this idiot we show him what it's like to lose stuff. And we're going to get you Trump this little a****** takes time out doing stupid things and bothering people you find you in places like crate & barrel and Marshalls all the time going around bothering women you're a freaking huge loser and stuff is so ineffective but it's very annoying if you're there trapped with you so we can get rid of you your a nin come poop.

-we have issued several warrants on Trump and he is watching by the macs for real. We need them in and we need them to be entertained somewhere else and so on and we're going to do that right now

Please see what the diamonds is heating up it can hear the clones doing it and they're doing it because they want to damage our buildings and by the time they're done mining and it drops the same buildings we up that's true bye this next Friday or this coming Friday it was a huge complexes are cast in place with fast forms really fast here we go up all the way to the top story and cast it the cast like three buildings at a time then we're building a few of them at the same time and putting up those modular apartments too and he thinks it's going to be getting there was the concrete is new and fresh. To start cutting these clones down too they're a bunch of assholes, as our sunset it's like Don Quixote is there going after objects too and that's what the legend is about it's about down here in this place and some people don't get it and it's leadership and they're dumb what clear you out.

This is a global attack the warlocks are conducted and we are repelling it in the Max and forgs.

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seafaired-archive-blog · 7 years ago

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The stars no longer shine now that his light has dimmed.

#pulled into port || ooc #we craft what soothes us || edits: aesthetic #he who sees the world through poetry || archie kennedy #he who challenges convention || horatio hornblower #ships full of lobsters and frogs || hornblower fandom #ok to reblog as usual !!!#i'm so compromised because of this ship bye

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only-my-unexistent-fiances · 3 years ago

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Ok I have an OC that I ship with overhaul. I'm writing a fanfic about them but it's on Spanish so I can't upload it here but if you like the dynamic I can make headcanons of their relationship. It's a lil messy and I gotta say that english is not my first language but I'll do my best in case you actually want me to write about it.

My OC details, and their dynamic with Chisaki Kai|Overhaul

SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH <3

So it's kind of a messy thing to explain but here I go

Her name is Sasaki Ima... She's Sir Night Eye's niece, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking when I came up with that

She has a quirk, it's called Microbacterial Control

Which means that she can controlate every virus, bacteria or microbial that has been in contact with her immune system or near her body at least once.

Unfortunately that makes her have flu all the time.

Ofc that pisses Kai off, so he really doesn't kiss her very often. Like, maybe when he gives her their promise ring

Because yeah, he is a man of compromises

Her relationship with Mirai (Sir Night Eye) is almost a father-daughter relationship, bcs she lives with him since a very young age

Yeah, I made her parents dead (and it's her fault bcs I love angst)

He was like 23 or so when she started living with him, she was like 5yo

And she's 7 years younger than Kai but I swear to god it's legal

He is 26 when they met, she is 19

It's pretty cute actually, well in my mind it is

He wouldn't bother telling her he is a mafia boss, he thinks his world is unsafe for her, and he wants her to be happy and innocent for as long as she can be.

And obviously Mirai doesn't know anything about their relationship... Like, anything

The worst thing about this is that Chisaki actually knows that Ima is Sir Night Eye's niece...

You might wonder how exactly Ima doesn't know anything about Overhaul (like, about the yakuza and that stuff) if her uncle is literally the police chief

Well Mirai doesn't want her to be involved with that information. He doesn't even want her to be a hero or a police

He wants her to have a live that's as normal as possible

I imagine him being like that about his almost daughter

She's studying medicine, so it's another one of the reasons why he doesn't want to distract her with stuff like that...

And It came kinda bad for him, bcs while he thought he was protecting her of that world, she ended up becoming Overhaul's queen

That's all I've got for you, for now.

If you'd like to see hcs about Ima's relationship, either with Kai or with Mirai, just comment something nice, bye <3

Also, the hcs would be written in a kind of y/n pov, but with Ima's data and stuff

#chisaki x reader #kai chisaki #overhaul #overhaul headcanons #chisaki headcanons #chisaki kai headcanons #chisaki x y/n #overhaul x reader #overhaul x y/n #chisakixoc #overhaul x oc #oc #bnha imagines #bnha oc #bnha headcanons

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years ago

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It's me again. Asking you Ethan and Lilac questions because im answering them for E and G and I thought, wait i need the answers for Lilac and Ethan. (I need to come up with a ship name for them) I'm going to have self control and not send you all 30 questions on the meme, but I'm sending you my favs.

Most common argument?

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Who tops? 😜 ( I couldn'ty resist)

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Who needs more assurance?

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

K, love you bye ❤️

Sara, you're spoiling me with these 💕 I love to talk about L and E (more than is healthy) so when I saw this I shrieked ❤️❤️❤️

Most common argument?

Their most common argument is about how they decorate the apartment. Lilac is all in with technology (smart TV, smart home, smart refrigerator, Alexa—the whole nine yards.) Ethan is horrified by it all and just refuses to hook up his apartment to all these gadgets. Especially when in his opinion, these things can simply be done by standing up? And doing them yourself? In the end and in the name of compromise, he let's her install a smart TV.

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Physical: Ethan loves her eyes, freckles, smile, and legs (plus he's a boob man but I'd argue he's an ass man with Lilac too. Sorry I don't make the rules) . She loves his eyes, hair, jaw, and basically that body.

Personality: He loves her kindness and passion for her work. She loves his intellect and dry sense of humor.

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Ethan remembers because she's such a picky eater and tends to stick to the same dishes. It's hard for Lilac to remember his order because he likes to try new things and orders something different each time.

Who tops? 😜 ( I couldn'ty resist)

Love you for asking this lol. They take turns though Ethan loves her on top and will beg for it.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Ethan. 100%

He did it all throughout book 2 and he continues the trend when they're finally together.

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Ethan makes the lunch. Lilac packs it and leaves little notes in his. They range from inspirational quotes to nsfw content or innuendos because a player's gotta play.

The inspirational are Lin Manuel Miranda's good morning/good night tweets because those are the best thing ever.

She does one in the evening with the good night equivalent. This is because Ethan, though he acts like they're cheesy, got curious and wanted to know what the good night one would say. So she leaves him one at dinner by his plate.

The nsfw ones almost always result in Ethan tracking her down or paging her to his office to kiss her face off.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

LILAC!

And though Ethan acts like he minds, he doesn't. He loves it.

Who needs more assurance?

Ethan. I think because of what happened with his mother at such a young age, his trust issues require some reassurance from time to time. I strongly headcanon him going to therapy to work on this. I also hc MC seeking professional help because of the attack.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

If they're away because of work, they text and call each other constantly. No matter how much Ethan claims he hates texting. He loves it when they're away because she will text him random pictures of her day (her food, something she saw that reminded her of him) or silly selfies. Eventually, she convinces him to do the same though he misses the point because his pictures are always so serious lol

Love you for this Sara! ❤️

#Ethan x Lilac #Lilac Allende #Long post

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clumsyclifford · 4 years ago

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you said i should say less about new ace content in general and i immediately understood that as say more so please gimme some ace stuff and please make it fluffy. i don't particularly care about the pairing but i'm always down for lashton and/or malum but any atl ship works for me as well so like just do your thing i guess wow that was a useless sentence this messy ask is further proof that i should go to sleep so bye love you!! -fiancee

well i ran with ace lashton in an interesting way i hope you enjoy it this is not based on real life but maybe it could be. in a better world it is. that’s all i’ll say about that, i hope you like it

read here on ao3

Luke likes going to the movies. He likes staying home and having a home-cooked meal. He likes quiet, simple, intimate activities.

He does not like parades.

“But it’s Pride,” Ashton wheedles. “D.C. Pride! One of the biggest pride events in the country!”

“You made that up, and I don’t care,” says Luke. “I don’t want to go. I don’t like parades.”

“It’s not really a parade.”

“Also not true.”

“Okay, but it’s not about the parade, it’s about the gathering,” Ashton says, gently shaking Luke. “It’s about a bunch of queer people all coming together and uniting in one space. Celebrating our differences and our similarities. Celebrating community.”

“That’s beautiful,” Luke says. Ashton looks hopeful. “Still no.”

Ashton huffs. “I don’t wanna go alone.”

“Go with Michael and Calum,” Luke suggests. “I’m sure they’d love for you to tag along.”

“And third-wheel all day? No thanks.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Luke says, and carries on setting the table for dinner. If his mum comes home to a half-set table, the blame will fall on Luke, of course. Ashton takes the cue and begins laying out plates.

It’s quiet for a moment. Luke can tell Ashton is trying to come up with a way to convince him to go to Pride, but it won’t work. Luke’s avoided Pride for seventeen years. He doesn’t intend to start now. Staying at home with his boyfriend and watching Rent is about as much as Luke cares to celebrate Pride Month. Maybe they’ll make out a little. Standards are low.

“Okay, how about this,” Ashton says, and Luke sighs deeply. “No, hear me out. And keep an open mind, okay? Think about compromise.”

“I’m listening.”

“What if we go before the parade starts?”

Luke frowns. “Then what would be the point?”

“There will still be people there,” Ashton says. “But it won’t be nearly as many people, and the festivities won’t really be happening yet, so we can still say we went to Pride but we won’t get caught up in the whole big thing.”

“But I thought you wanted the whole big thing.”

“Ah, whatever,” Ashton says, waving him off. “I’d rather go with you than see the parade alone.”

Luke feels bad. It’s obviously important to Ashton, or else he’d have given up already on trying to make Luke go. And as much as Luke knows he shouldn’t feel obliged to prioritize Ashton’s wishes over his own comfort, this makes him want to.

Compromise. “Okay,” Luke says. “Fine.”

Ashton blinks. “Really?”

“Did you think that wouldn’t work?”

“I—” Ashton’s face breaks into a smile. “I don’t know, not really, to be honest. Really? You’ll come?”

“Yes,” Luke says, and the delight in Ashton’s face makes up for the dread pooling in Luke’s stomach.

Ashton shuffles around the table and presses a warm kiss to Luke’s cheek. “Thank you,” he says, warmth also bleeding into his voice. “I’m excited. You’re gonna like it.”

Probably not, but Luke keeps that thought to himself. He doesn’t need to rain on any more of Ashton’s parades.

Luke and Ashton are excited about Dupont Circle for different reasons. Ashton is basically vibrating out of his seat on the Metro as they approach their stop, where the parade is slated to begin at half past noon. It’s only eleven now, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Ashton. He seems confident that there will be enough Pride to satisfy his excitement without overwhelming Luke.

Luke’s just looking forward to the Krispy Kreme at the station.

They take the escalator out, and sure enough, there’s Krispy Kreme to the left. Luke grabs Ashton’s hand and yanks him towards the shop.

“Seriously? We’re at D.C. Pride and your priority is donuts?” Ashton says, but he allows Luke to tug him along until they’re at the door.

Luke turns to him and very seriously says, “Ashton, my priority is always donuts.”

“Yeah, that’s fair, I walked into that one,” Ashton mutters as they enter the store.

Five minutes and two donuts later, both of them exit, Luke munching contentedly on a strawberry-frosted donut (with sprinkles, of course) and Ashton carefully biting into his jelly-filled one.

“Okay, starting now, we’re at Pride, and you can’t be a Negative Nancy,” Ashton declares.

“I promise not to be a Negative Nancy,” Luke vows. “I swear on this donut.”

Ashton beams. “Yay! Okay let’s go explore.”

You’d think this was Ashton’s first Pride for how excited he gets over everything. He stops at almost every stand, even though they’re all selling different versions of the same thing, and somehow manages to spark up conversation with any passing person who looks queer and interesting. Luke loves this about Ashton, how charming and outgoing he is, how he could befriend a vaguely human-shaped plant. People are drawn to him; Luke’s no exception. Ashton is very much the main character, even more so because he doesn’t seem to know it. He's just Ashton, and Luke loves him for it. Even when it means the halo of Ashton’s spotlight draws attention to Luke by extension.

Luke is not a charming, outgoing person. Luke is quiet and reserved. He’s never cared for the spotlight. Sometimes it’s a good thing that he has Ashton to pull him out of his shell a little. Sometimes he wilts under the scrutiny. It's a toss-up, but Luke appreciates that Ashton never stops trying.

Most of the tables selling merch boast shirts, hats, flags — the kind of thing you’d wear or own if you wanted to be loud and proud about your identity. Luke’s not really that kind of person. Luke’s way of coming out is to subtly slip into the conversation the fact that he has a boyfriend. Before he had a boyfriend, it pretty much never came up. Big, colorful flags have never been his cup of tea.

And anyway, that’s only half of his identity. The other half never comes up, and Luke’s okay with that. It’s not like being ace is the kind of thing you can casually mention. It has to be a whole thing, every time, and Luke doesn’t want to deal with the whole thing, so he just doesn’t bother. Most of the time it doesn’t really matter. As much as Luke is able to fly under the radar, that’s what he intends to do.

“Hey, pins!”

Ashton is not like that.

“Luke, you like pins, right?”

The table they’ve stopped at is covered end-to-end with pins. Enamel or plastic, every single pride flag Luke has ever seen in his life is represented here, in a variety of shapes and sizes. The kaleidoscopic display is fun to look at, at least. There’s nobody behind the table at the moment, which means in theory it would be pretty easy to steal one, but Luke’s not like that, and even if he was he wouldn’t feel good stealing a pride pin from a small-business owner.

“I don’t really have an opinion,” says Luke.

“Ha,” Ashton says. “O-pin-ion. Haha.”

“I’m leaving you,” Luke says, turning away with a wry grin.

“No, come back.” Ashton grabs his wrist and pulls him closer, so Luke wraps an arm around his waist and rests his head on Ashton’s shoulder instead. “I like pins. They’re a very understated way of coming out.”

“Having a boyfriend is an understated way of coming out,” Luke replies.

"I resent you calling me understated," Ashton says in faux-indignance. Luke giggles.

“I’m so sorry, I had to run and grab some water,” says a voice, as a person bustles around them to stand behind the table. Their pink fringe is pushed back by a bandana and they’re wearing a jean jacket with so many pins and patches that the fabric is practically invisible. A sticker on the front pocket of the jacket introduces them as Alex, he/they :). “Can I help you with anything?”

“Just admiring the collection,” Ashton says brightly. “I love your jacket.”

“Thank you very much,” says Alex. “It’s been accumulating pins for about five years now.”

“Damn,” Ashton says, wolf-whistling. “That’s a good collection. I don’t have a good jacket for pins.”

“Wish I could tell you where I got mine, but it was a gift from my boyfriend,” Alex says. “I’ve heard thrifting is a good way to go.”

“You wanna go thrifting, Luke?” Ashton says, nudging Luke, who shrugs.

“Sure,” he says. He reaches for one of the asexual flag pins, a small enamel rectangle, and smoothes his thumb over the surface. “These are pretty nice.”

“You should buy it,” Ashton says. “Start a cool jacket. Then we could be matching.”

“You don’t have a cool jacket yet.”

“I know, but we could.”

“But neither of us have a cool jacket. So it’s not even—”

“Fine, ruin my fun,” Ashton harrumphs. To Alex, who’s watching them with amusement, Ashton says, “So how long have you and your boyfriend been together?”

“Oh, uh…” Alex’s gaze diverts to the air like he’s counting invisible numbers. “Six years? Almost? I think it’s gonna be six years in July.”

“Six years,” Ashton repeats in mild awe. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, high school sweethearts, blah blah blah,” Alex says, smiling. They shrug. “Everyone thought we’d break up when we went to college, but when you know, you know. You know?”

Luke swallows. Ashton says, “Good for you. That’s impressive.”

“I like to think so,” Alex says. “What about you? Are you guys together?” He winces. “Should I not have asked that? I’m sorry, to be honest this is Jack’s business, I’m just running the stand because he wanted to go look around a little before the parade started. My boyfriend Jack, I mean. Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all good,” Ashton says. He hip-checks Luke gently, which Luke takes to mean something like is it cool if I tell him? It’s nice that Ashton is asking, but Luke had kind of figured everyone would assume they were together because, you know, Pride, so he doesn’t really care.

“Yeah,” he says. “For, what, eight months?”

“Eight months,” Ashton confirms.

Alex grins. “That’s great, I love it. What are your names?”

“Ashton,” says Ashton. “He/him.”

“Luke. Also he/him.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Alex says. “I’m Alex. He/they.”

“Yeah, your thing says,” Luke says, pointing.

Alex laughs. “You’d be surprised how many people don’t see it. Or they see it and think it’s just another decorative pin.”

“Do people wear pronoun pins as decorations?” Luke wonders. “That seems strange to me.”

“People are ineffable,” Alex says solemnly. Then he grins. Luke likes Alex. In fact, little though Luke’s actually spoken today, he likes most of the people whom Ashton has stopped to chat up. Queer people are so friendly, is what Luke is learning. It almost makes him happy to be here.

Except now Alex’s words are ringing in Luke’s head, and he can’t stop hearing them. Everyone thought we’d break up when we went to college, but when you know, you know.

Ashton’s going to college this fall. Luke’s managed to forget about that fact because it’s only June, but that doesn’t make it any less true. Ashton’s leaving and Luke’s going to finish his senior year alone and what if something happens to them? What if they’re fooling themselves thinking they can do the long-distance thing? What if they’re doomed already and this summer is just prolonging the inevitable?

“Well, personally I would love to buy a pin,” Ashton says. “Luke, choose one.”

“What?” Luke says, blinking himself out of his spiral. “Why?”

“I’m buying you one,” Ashton says.

“I don’t—” Luke bites his lip. He’s still fidgeting with the ace flag pin, and he kind of likes it. Maybe he can subtly come out in different ways. Maybe he can just wear it, and wait for someone to ask. Then it’s way less of a big deal because it’s not like Luke has brought it up.

There’s enough shame in the world. Luke doesn’t need to add to it.

“Okay,” he says instead. He holds up the ace flag. “This one.”

“Great choice,” Ashton says, digging out a five to give to Alex. He hesitates, then pulls out a ten instead. “Actually, maybe I’ll also get one. Then we can actually match.”

“Right, with our matching jackets that don’t exist yet.”

“You know what, fine, we don’t have to match.” Ashton makes a face at Luke. “You can put your pin on whatever you want. It’ll go great with your all-black closet.”

“Shut up,” Luke grumbles. Ashton laughs.

“Hey, don’t knock the all-black,” Alex says. “Black is the new black. It’s fashion forward.”

“Not in eighty-degree June it’s not,” Ashton says.

“It’s seventy-five,” Luke protests. “And Alex is wearing a jacket!”

“Yes, but Alex is not my boyfriend, and we only just met,” Ashton says, grinning. “Also, their jacket is sick as fuck.”

“It is sick as fuck,” Alex agrees. “But I’m still siding with Luke here. You can’t go wrong with all-black.” For the first time, he seems to register Luke’s shirt, and his eyes light up. “Hey, Green Day! I fucking love Green Day!”

“You should be my best friend,” Luke says seriously, and Alex nods equally seriously.

“Hey,” Ashton complains. “I like Green Day.”

“Thank you for the pin,” Luke tells Alex. “Good luck with the, uh, you know, selling more of them.”

“Of course, anytime,” Alex says. “I’m pretty sure there’s a website on these business cards if you ever want to, I don’t know, browse?” They shrug one shoulder. “This is why I’m not a small business owner.”

“Cool,” Luke says, taking the card. He probably won’t use it, but you never know.

“Nice to meet you, Alex,” Ashton says, as he and Luke start to walk away, fingers interlaced between them. “Good luck! Happy Pride!”

“You too! Enjoy the parade!” Alex says, waving.

Luke doesn't bother to inform him they're not staying that long; he and Ashton turn away and continue walking, Luke with his new pin clutched in his fist.

“They were cool,” Ashton says enthusiastically. “There are so many fucking interesting people here. God, I love Pride.”

Luke grips the pin tighter. The pointy back starts to hurt where it’s pressing into his palm. “Yeah.”

“Thanks for letting me get you something,” Ashton says. “I know it’s not really your thing, but I don’t know. I felt like we should buy something after we stood there for so long.”

“No, yeah, I agree.”

“On the bright side, they’re pretty cool pins.” Ashton holds his out like he’s assessing what he’ll do with it. “Maybe Michael has an extra jean jacket he never wears. I could ask him.”

Luke hums. Ashton glances over at him, eyebrows drawn together. “Are you okay?”

Luke's not supposed to say anything like this. He’s supposed to be positive because he promised he wouldn’t be a “Negative Nancy” and the sky is so blue that Luke would hate to be the reason for rain, but if he doesn’t say it then it’ll just keep ringing around his head until he can’t think about anything else.

“You’re not scared we’re gonna break up when you go to college?” he blurts out.

Ashton stops short and their hands break apart so Luke’s falls to his side. “Where’d that come from?”

“You heard Alex,” Luke says. “Everyone thought he and his boyfriend would break up when they went to college.”

“But they didn’t,” Ashton says.

“But that’s obviously unusual,” Luke counters. He swallows hard. “I’m just saying…aren’t you worried?”

Ashton tilts his head. “Do you want me to be worried?”

And yeah, a little part of Luke does. Only because if Ashton’s worried, it means he values their relationship enough that it would hurt him to lose it. But Luke knows that’s not really fair, and he knows Ashton loves him, even if he doesn’t seem worried at all.

“No, I don’t know. I just— I don’t know.”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know,” Luke says again. “I had pretty successfully managed to avoid thinking about it, but now…I don’t know.”

Ashton gently pries open Luke’s fist and runs his thumb over the red imprint the pin has left. Sheepish, Luke puts the pin in his pocket. As soon as his hand is free again, Ashton takes it, holding both of Luke’s hands in both of his own.

“I’m not worried,” he says quietly. His eyes are so sincere and his hands are so soft and Luke loves him and likes him and knows that to lose him would be a fate worse than death. “You must have missed the other half of Alex’s sentence. Remember? When you know, you know.”

Luke��s breath catches a little. “Yeah, but…”

“But what?” Ashton lifts a shoulder. “I already know, Luke. I’m in it for the long haul. So unless you meet some other guy who’s even awesomer than me and makes better puns, you have nothing to worry about. I’m not letting you get away that easy.”

Luke gazes at Ashton until the rest of the world falls away. “Oh,” he breathes.

“Okay?” Ashton quirks a smile.

Luke surges forward and kisses Ashton for as long as he can manage without passing out. It’s clumsy and sweet and Ashton’s hands tighten around Luke’s waist and Luke wraps his arms around Ashton’s shoulders and nothing else in the known universe matters except this.

When they finally break apart, Luke cracks a smile. “Okay.”

Ashton beams. He offers his hand to Luke again, and this time Luke takes it and doesn’t let go.

#luke hemmings #ashton irwin #lashton #lashton fic #5sos #5sos fic #fic #my fic #idk when im gonna post this but at the time of drafting it i am So Fucking Tired #i cant imagine that will be less true when i finally post it lol #i feel like im constantly tired lmao #but right now its 1am and i wanted to be asleep or like getting ready to sleep like.......an hour ago #and then i made a cup of tea instead #it's july 23rd (it's july 22nd but it's past midnight so. 23rd)#and i want sleep!#after i save this post to my drafts tho im gonna go start getting ready for bed #maaaaaaaaaan im tired #night yall #oh i hope you like this fiancee it occurred to me while writing that its hard to write an Ace Fic unless its about the Being Ace #which is not something i care to write about #usually characters just........are ace #so this fic plot was borne (born?) of that dilemma #ask #anonymous #fiancee anon #ETA i just woke up twelve minutes ago but fiancee said now so you get this now

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shipping1addict · 4 years ago

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I haven't really touched on the season premiere and my theories yet, so I guess I'll start now.

For the plot itself, there are already a lot of assumptions. So I'm gonna focus on why the majority is really here: supercorp. Especially the deal with William and how his overall character arc seems to have shifted(?)

Because, well, the scene at the end of 6x01 where Nia tells Andrea and him that Kara was onto a new story with Cat and "if she could've called him, she would've" has me a little torn.

The fact that Kara didn't mention William or has shown any concerns towards him leads me to belive that she doesn't have any interests in him. That and the obvious fail of date last season - with everyone pressing her to agree to.

But we know that he doesn't let go so easily when his friends are in trouble - or if there is a story to unveil- like we saw in 5A, where he literally followed Kara even when she was Supergirl in action. So he could start investigating and find things out that shouldn't concern him in the slightest.

Which would make him one of the superfriends. And would draw him even closer to Kara romantically - even though this would be an unrequited crush (at least it seems that way).

Also Nia's comment "If she could've called, she would've". I mean. It was probably to let him feel better and/or would actually be the truth.

When Kara left for Argo, she had a whole good bye party at Catco. So I doubt she would just vanish without a word, if she truly was to get on an assignment. - it doesn't even matter. As we know, an assignment is not the real reason she's gone.

But still it's... I don't know. I have my doubts that they would truly cut this story arc.

There are a lot of indicators, that they won't go down the "wara"/"superdey" whaterver- route. The lack of chemistry and fandom support are our best bets. And it's not just us supercorps. Karamels don't want superdey to happen either.

Maybe they set this side plot "pressing Kara to date again" up, so she acknowledges in the end, that she doesn't need a relationship- that she doesn't need somebody to define her.

The message this show started out with.

I know we're a clowning with our theory, that this story arc is there for her to realise that she truly wants Lena. That she has feeling for her. And I guess even Karamels take the same route just with Mono.

But if we're talking realism, it's probably the "single" route. Because 1. It would be a compromise with all the Ship Wars and 2. We sometimes forget that the show is not about relationships. At least not like that.

It's about feminism and positive messaging. And yes. A positive LGBT+ representation with the lead role as part of it would be an opportunity to prove that, but like I said: the initial message was that Kara is her own person and doesn't need someone to define her.

_________

Wow that was a lot. And my thoughts were all over the place.

But in conclusion: the scene with William in 6x01 could be interpreted either way. Or it could be a mix of both and I just predicted his whole season 6 arc, who knows.

#supergirl #supercorp

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4, 7, 9 and 12 for you and sakusa <3333

bye why was this in my drafts i thought i posted it dfjsfkds

thank you allie for feeding into my yoomzy agenda (yes i named by old side blog after the ship) 💓

4. How do they wake you up?

at first he tries to wake me up by gently shaking me awake like a sweetheart 💞 but when he realizes I sleep at ungodly hours and I'm not a morning person, he just lets me sleep in until noon before he actually has to wake me up to have some semblance of a normal day sksksks

7. Is marriage and family on the table?

it was discussed early on in the relationship because ~compatible ideals before we get serious~ and so we both know we want the same things! there isn't any rush though. we know what we want and when we want it, it's just a matter of time hehe

9. What do you think their favorite thing about you is?

ngl this is hard bc i genuinely think he would hate me at first jdfkdsj but I think it's how i would respect his boundaries without compromising on how much affection I give him!! I don't like PDA so i would never do anything to make us uncomfortable, but i would definitely ask for hugs or kisses behind closed doors fjdsfjlds

12. Any pet names?

he's a "sweetheart" kind of guy but i go wild with nicknames fjkdsjfd i would literally go from kyo to omi to omi omi to idk plum just bc it's his favorite food

send me a question about my self ship!

#[📧 — got a message]#[🌸 — my lovely allie]

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Five days detoxing at Doc's house+rehab+therapy=road to recovery=out of the woods. It's the magical equation I swore up and down wouldn't end in "Error."

The few dishes on the counter shatter into the floor once Nikki roughly sits me on it, his fingers digging into my thighs that wrap securely around him, our tongues twisting as we tug and pull at each other's clothes.

I get his pants undone as he pulls the towel from around my body, taking a handful of my soaking wet hair in his hand and tugging my head back to leave bites and bruises up and down my neck, causing me to hum in pleasure while my core pulses with anticipation to be filled by him.

Moving myself to the edge of the counter, spreading my legs as he runs his fist up and down his length a few times, I take heavy breaths, a wash of shame coming over me for a moment because this is the complete opposite of what we were instructed to do.

But fuck the "no contact" rule.

I've barely had any contact with him the past few months because he's been stoned or drunk. Telling me to practically ignore and avoid him for 30 days straight is like waving a loaded syringe in an addict's face before sitting it down in front of them and leaving them alone after telling them "okay I know it's right there and it's the one thing you struggle most to control yourself around, but don't even look at it."

Fuck that, and Nikki. And I refuse to walk around my own house anymore and not do the latter of those two.

The indescribable feeling of him pushing into me has my head tipping back , and my eyes closing as the both of us let out content sighs.

I put my weight on one of my hands that rests on the counter beside me, the other hand wrapped around the back of Nikki's neck, as he moves in and out of me ferociously and I meet him thrust for thrust.

Let's take a step back and catch up on how he and I had gotten to that point.

Eight Days Earlier

"You two can detox at my place, check into rehab, come out when you're better and we'll go from there." Doc explains to Nikki and Tansy as they both sit on our couch.

"W-What about the press? Or my mom?" Tansy asks him nervously, fumbling with the tag on the throw blanket she's enveloped in.

"You let me deal with your mom and the media, alright?" Doc assures her.

"Surely your mom won't be pissed at you for getting help, Tans." I try to tell her and she rubs her lips together.

"People will know I have a problem if I got to rehab." She points out. "It'll make me look bad."

"Having to cover your entire body with makeup to hide the discoloration of your skin and the track marks, looks bad, Tansy. Screw what people think. At least you're admitting you need help." I say and she doesn't reply, just looking at Nikki to gauge his reaction to all of this.

He looks pissed, but too tired and defeated to give a shit enough to argue with me anymore about it.

"What's the point of rehab if I'm just gonna end up kicking it at Doc's place?" Nikki asks me and I let out a breath.

"Because rehab will teach you coping mechanisms that Doc can't, Nikki. It won't take that long for you to get out if you just try your best at it." I reply and he scoffs.

"So, what, you're babysitting me at Doc's until I'm done throwing up, shitting myself, and having hot and cold flashes and then shipping me off for a few weeks?" He cuts his dead eyes at me and Doc and I exchange looks.

"Well, it depends on how quickly you adjust to rehab and make a turn around, as to how soon you can get out...so it might be more than a few weeks." Doc informs him. "And Bob has already scheduled you and Viv an appointment with a marriage therapist."

"Well if I'm spending more than three weeks in rehab there's no point in working on our marriage."

"The program you'll be in includes this particular therapist who's currently working on creating a schedule for Vivian to come visit you often and you two have your sessions bi-weekly." Doc states and Nikki rolls his jaw, looking at me.

"Is this what you really want? Your husband gone for weeks on end until some quack gives me a certificate and a gold star because I went 'X' amount of time without shooting up?" He harshly questions me and I rub my lips together.

I think of the reasons Nikki didn't spend more than three days in rehab the first time he went, was because A.) He refused to believe in a higher power, and B.) He didn't go to rehab because he knew he had a problem and wanted to get better, he went to rehab to appease the people around him because he felt we were twisting his arm until he gave up and cried "mercy" a.k.a "fine I'll go, just as long as you shut the fuck up and get off my back about it."

I look at him for a moment, studying his knotted hair, his yellow skin, his shot eyes, his weak appearance, before saying:

"I'd rather you hate me for a little while for getting you help, instead of waking up and trying to convince myself to continue to live in a world with no Nikki Sixx in it."

"We're not indestructible, Nikki." Tansy adds softly, knowing very well she and he both need help.

He doesn't say anything else.

She had Doc and I convinced she wanted help...but truth be told Nikki actually went to rehab while Tansy had Duff come get her from Doc's house.

She knew she had a severe problem, but the only time Tansy would "clean up" was when she gave her veins a break, out of fear of completely losing them, and was muscling smack. She would fall back on pills and lots of booze, then when some of her veins would start reviving themselves back from their smaller size, she would start up again.

I can't even say how much money she and her mother were paying people to keep quiet to the media.

Nobody could know perfect Tansy Lyn, Playboy's Barbie Doll, was so broken inside that she repeatedly destroyed her body, let it rebuild, and wrecked it again.

It must have been a punch in the face to her mom when Tansy came clean in '88 and admitted she had struggled with addiction and was going into rehab...and an even harder punch in the face when she came back in into the spotlight in 1989, dropping her stage name "Tansy Lyn" and dawning "Tansalyn Rose" after marrying Axl, and practically confessed every grimy detail of her obsession with hard drugs and alcohol since 1981, and why she started them to cope with what was happening behind the scenes of the brutal modeling industry.

In 1990, her vision-come-to-life, "I Won't Just Smile", was born. It started as a campaign to raise awareness against sexual abuse, exploitation, and coercion in all corners of the modelling industry, then stemmed into an organization that offered free services to victims of addiction and abuse, from rehab to post-assault counseling and everything in between.

Years of Diane's hard work to create her daughter's untouchable persona, completely shattered.

I was just thrilled Tansy had turned her struggles around and used them to help others, but first, she would have to face a handful of overdoses, one of which nearly killed her, have a section of her liver cut out, and have a temporary pace-maker.

All of it just made Axl more strict about drugs. Not just for the sake of the band and the fans, but he was afraid some members of Guns in particular would pull Tansy back into the merry-go-round of addiction after she got clean.

"You're telling me I can't stay with him and Tansy?" I ask Doc harshly in a whisper once the four of us get to his house.

"You won't want to stay, Viv. I'm telling you, they're gonna pull out all the stops to get you to cave and get them some smack because they'll be in so much pain. I don't want you to see them like that and I don't want you to compromise their recovery." He explains.

"You think I would do that?!"

"I know you would if it came down to it." He states and I roll my jaw. "This isn't just little flu symptoms and some body aches. They will feel like they are going to die, they will look like they are going to die and I cannot trust you not to give in." His brutal honesty. "You'll be able to see them in about a week, they'll be better by then and then we can look at the next step. Got it?"

I just glare at him.

"Go kiss 'em 'bye' and fuck off." He says next, waving his hand at me dismissively as he goes to my car to grab Nikki's bag and his car to grab Tansy's.

I step back into the living room to tell them 'bye' but stop myself, deciding it's better to let Doc deal with Nikki's pissed off temper when he discovers I won't be staying with them.

Grabbing my car keys from the table by the door, I head the house.

When I get back to our house, I check the machine that's blinking a light to signal a missed call.

I go to the kitchen and get a glass of water as Slash's voice slurs through the speaker.

"H-Hey, Viv, um...uh...we..." I chuckle at his incoherent mumbling and step to the phone to call him back as another message starts playing where his left off.

"Viv," It's Duff. "Call us back as soon as you can."

I furrow my brows a little, about to dial them back until yet another message comes on.

"Viv, we got signed!" Steven's screaming has me dropping my water and the phone, joy coursing through the soles of my feet up to my hair, and I'm running around and screaming along with his recorded message loudly blaring his own excitement.

I run back to the phone and pick it up, dialing their apartment.

"We got signed!" Steven's voice is shouting at me before the phone even rings a single ring.

"When?! How?! By who?!" I say back.

"We'll tell you over dinner because guess who got $7,500 cash advances?! The same mother fuckers who've been stealing from strippers to get by, that's who!" He exclaims.

"Yeah, don't ever tell people you guys did that!" I say in the same tone. "Lemme change and I'll be over there, okay?"

"Okay." He replies, and I can just hear his smile through the phone.

I hang up and give one last scream of happiness before sprinting to get changed and leave.

Tom Zutaut, the same man responsible for giving Mötley Crüe their shot, had given the same shot to Guns N' Roses.

They had signed to Geffen Records, and although that was their second goal--the first was getting a band together--they knew the main goal was to release their first album, and hopefully, have it a success.

Before I can even knock on the door, it's swinging open and Steven's like a puppy, jumping around, waiting on me by the door.

I hug him tightly, trying to keep myself from crying with immense relief that they're one step closer--a giant step closer--to their dream.

When we pull away from each other, Duff holds his hand up for me to give him a high-five and I do, his fingers locking with my hand to pull me into a hug and I'm sandwiched between him and Steven momentarily.

A flash catches my eye and we pull away from each other to see a girl with short, blonde hair, that I've never seen before, holding a camera.

"That's gonna be a good one." She tells us, smiling at Duff as the Polaroid deposits.

Mandy Brixx, member of the punk band, Lotus Lame and The Lame Flames, was a cute girl with bleach blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes and a captivating smile...and was also Duff's first wife.

Mandy wasn't perfect, but she didn't disown Duff after he told her he had gotten me pregnant.

Even though he didn't cheat on her with me, and they had been broken up for about six months when he and I got involved, I know it hurt her knowing he had hooked up with the woman she was sure she didn't have to worry about when they dated. They ended up getting back together in 1988 and got married the same year.

They divorced two years later because something just "changed" and neither of them were happy, but I've always respected her because she was really good to Monroe.

His second wife, however, was crazier than a run over dog because she was always on something.

The last time I saw her in 1993, she had said something crass and rude to Tansy and before Tansy could reply, I was asking Linda, "were you born a cunt or does the crack just bring it out of you?"

She swung on me and I swung back. Except when I throw a punch, I make sure it lands.

Maybe she would've actually hit me if her equilibrium weren't as fried as her brain.

I would've kicked her ass if Duff and Matt Sorum hadn't pulled me off of her.

I hope she got her shit together after they divorced in 1995.

I guess bass players and crack-head models go hand-in-hand...

"Viv, this is my girlfriend, Mandy." Duff introduces me. "Mandy, this is my best friend, Viv."

"Hi, it's good to finally meet you." Mandy tells me with a gentle smile and I extend my hand to her.

"You, too." I reply as she takes my hand in her's, my eyes subtly flickering to Duff now that he's standing beside her, silently asking him when the hell he was going to tell me about his girlfriend.

"I'll tell you later." He mouths to me where she can't see and I just keep smiling as she strikes up conversation with me.

Once we get to the Rainbow, Steven and I are a few steps in front of Duff and Mandy, the blonde drummer letting out a little sigh.

"What is it?" I ask, nudging him.

"Just worried about Tansy." He admits, and I raise my brows. "It's not like that, Viv, I swear." He promises. "She's a cool person, is all. I wish she was here to celebrate this with us."

"I'm sure she'll be thrilled to hear about it when you're allowed to go visit her in rehab." I remind him. "Where's the guys?" I ask next as we step into the Rainbow.

"Slash is hanging out with this chick he met a couple weeks ago, Izzy's with his girl friend and I don't know where Axl is." He tells me and I nod. "So it's just a double date for us tonight." He grins widely, winking at me slickly.

After hours of just goofing off, talking, eating and demonstrating our celebration of Guns' stepping stone, Mandy's calling it a night.

"I'll call you later, Duff." She says to him as she grabs her jacket and he stands up to let her scoot out of the booth.

"Sounds good, babe." He replies, kissing her cheek.

"It was really nice to meet you." She tells me.

"It was nice to meet you, too." I reply.

"Bye." She smiles one last time at Duff, waving to Steven before leaving.

"When did you me--"

"Viv, lemme out." Steven interrupts me and I furrow my brows.

"What?"

"Lemme out, there's a hot girl at the bar and she just waved me over. I wanna get laid. Lemme out." He pleads and I roll my eyes and scoot out so he can stand up.

He does so, heading straight to the bar to try his luck with a beautiful brunette.

And then there were two.

"You were saying?" Duff chuckles out when Steven's gone and I smile a little.

"When did you and Mandy meet?" I ask him and he lets out a breath of cigarette smoke.

"Uh, a month ago, maybe? She gave me her number and I went back and forth with myself until I convinced myself to call her." He explains. "We spent the weekend together so I guess we get along pretty good. She's a great girl."

"She seems nice." I tell him, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, she is." He agrees, taking another drag of his cigarette.

I take a sip of my water and sit in the silence that falls over us before noticing he's staring at me.

"What?" I ask him.

"You wanna go somewhere with me?" He offers, putting his cigarette out.

"Where?"

"C'mon." He stands up, nodding to the door.

"But Steven--"

"--Is about to go mess around with that girl in the bathroom. He's not gonna be mad if we leave him." He adds. "C'mon, you'll like where we go."

"If you say so." I shrug.

He pays the bill and the two of us head back to their apartment so he can get his car.

I know I should have been at home by the phone, waiting for a call from Doc or Nikki or Tansy, but it was pointless to sit at home and worry when I couldn't do anything about it anyway.

When we get to where we're going, Duff is parking his car in the lot of an abandoned building, and I glance around to see there's not much traffic around us.

"Is this the part where you murder me?" I ask him and he busts out in laughter, shaking his head.

"This is where Mandy and her band rehearses." He explains.

"Why're we here?"

"I picked her up here the other day and noticed something you might like." He gets out the car and opens his trunk, pulling out a shopping bag.

"Duff..." I say, uneasy as we approach the rusted door.

"Shh, I got it." He digs in his jacket pocket and plucks out a worn key, unlocking the dead bolt and the door knob.

I follow him inside, and he switches on a light switch, only one light beam in the ceiling comes on, and in the large, dim room, I see a large mirrored wall, sleek but worn out wood floors, and I turn to see Duff holding out a brand new pair of pointe shoes to me.

I wasn't going to tell him I'd gone so long without dancing that I'd have to work my way back up to dancing on pointe, because he'd spent money for the shoes and they looked to be around my size and I didn't want to know how observant he had to be to estimate my shoe size in terms of ballet...so I did something I was really good at doing at that time in my life.

I kept myself from crying.

I knew Duff was going to be a constant encourager in my life when he held those shoes out to me and so easily, so confidently, said:

"You've supported and helped me get into my groove of things to start accomplishing my dream. Now, I'm helping you get back into your's."

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #gateway drug

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Ah, reading all your thoughts reminded just how many feelings I have about this chapter!

I was also totally disappointed in all of MC's possible responses to the conversation with Penelope. Especially since I'm ready to defend Penelope and her poodles until I die!!! MC was unhelpful and lame, and Hana really was the MVP of that scene.

Also the moment Penelope asked MC about Maxwell I was like "I ship it 110% 🙌"

The photographer is dodgy af. But I'm glad we actually finally made progress by getting the receipt and what not. I was fully expecting her to just be like "soz I dunno who hired me, bye" and not offer anything else and we'd still be feeling like we were on a goose chase, so I glad we finally have progress/new information.

And man, do I have some feelings about Liam's diamond scene. Holy shit. Too many feels. Emotionally compromised. I, for one, am very keen for your essays on that! 😁

I didn't play the diamond scene with Drake, and I really feel like I should have, because I'm seeing all these screen caps of him talking about Liam and now I have regrets!!! Ugh.

Quick Thoughts on TRR Book 2, Chapter 6

Spoiler Alert!!!

• Maxwell and Penelope? I ship it xD I’m massively side-eyeing my MC calling both of them ‘silly’ to justify her pairing them up though 😒 Because both of them actually are a looooot more than that.

• I know there wasn’t a lot of Hana in today’s chapter, but I loved the one sequence we saw her in. In fact, I really liked the dynamics between the court ladies, and especially Penelope’s doubts on how to conduct herself at court, and how differently each woman responds to that admission. First off, Penelope’s admission of feeling nervous around crowds and people was a brave, brave thing to do on her part.

Kiara - Tough love, telling Penelope that she needs to start getting used to crowds. I know Kiara looks like she doesn’t really care about Penelope or anyone else for that matter, but I think these two have an interesting dynamic. There are points when Kiara is clearly there for Penelope, comforting her, bolstering her confidence. And then there are moments of frustration when Penelope isn’t following the expected ladies-in-waiting script, and Kiara just wants her to get into the act better. I think Kiara, in her own way, is rather protective of Penelope.

MC - depends on what you choose. I chose to agree with Kiara at first because she does have a point - the way Penelope is now, the wrong people could very easy rip her apart and leave her in the dust. But I wasn’t very happy with these options:

Cmon. None of these are actually helpful. Especially given that the MC is being coached by a top-notch PR person on conduct and creating a persona around herself. She would know better by this point!

(I’m also all kinds of salty about the follow-up to the “Maxwell and Penelope would look cute together” option: where she says “both of you are silly, but in a way that feels right”. Like…it sounds like such a weak, watered-down connection the MC is trying to make, one that barely reflects what they are actually like as people. There is a lot more to both of them than that).

Hana - Hana shines like a jewel in this scene! My girl be spitting truth about the nobility and how they conduct themselves. Her advice is tailored to be actually helpful to Penelope, and she says it without needing to shame her OR give her false hopes.

Hana has had plenty experience being a part of events like these, knows how important keeping a front is - and she does it well. I really, really loved her advice here.

• I kinda hate Rosanna acting like she was ‘just doing a job’ and therefore deserves to be left alone. There’s foraging around for a paid gig, and then there’s hanging around on a tree, watching a woman undress, and taking pictures of her while someone enters her room and grabs her. “I don’t have the luxury of living in a palace” doesn’t cut it. You could have found better gigs, bud. Creepy is as creepy does.

• Maxwell boi I feel ya I feel ya @ the embarrassing email address. I made mine when I was 16, and though it isn’t as epicfail as thefullbeaumonty….wait, actually it was 😂 I have to written it down myself for people to get it.

Anyway. At least we got that receipt.

• Nothing on Liam. I have a whole essay for that. Actually…no. I have two!

• I’m wondering if Drake is still connected to the Royal Guard in some way considering he says he admires them the way Savannah admired the Beaumonts, maintains close ties with Bastien still, and is pretty secretive about what he’s doing in the palace. Yes he doesn’t want to protect stuffy nobles yadayada I know. But that thread of conversation was left hanging IMO.

• Dude. You only mentioned spaghetti. Spaghetti could mean anything. Spaghetti is literally just the noodle shape that your pasta sheet is cut into. You could have been asking for a carbonara. Or a puttanesca. Or a gremolata. Or an aglio olio. Or meatballs. You didn’t specify. How did the old man know what you wanted like dude how many times have you gone there if he remembers what you ordered just by you mentioning sphegetti 😁 #shitpoint

• Bachelorette party? You know what that means? HANA DIAMOND SCENE NEXT WEEK.

That’s it for today’s chapter, folks!

#the royal romance #TRR2

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