#i'm sorry i'm posting this on friday. oops

[queerprayers]

Johanna's essential holy week albums <3

The Prince of Egypt soundtrack (obviously)

Lent / Liturgical Folk

The Gregorian Lent and Easter / Pro Cantione Antiqua

Golgotha / Poor Bishop Hooper

Dear Wormwood / The Oh Hellos (especially "Caesar")

Music Inspired By The Story / compilation

Lent at Ephesus & Tenebrae at Ephesus / Benedictines of Mary, Queen of Apostles

Music of the Passion of Jesus Christ / The London Fox Players

St. Matthew Passion / J.S. Bach (lyrics & translation here)

Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack (flawed but beloved; all the casts have their pros and cons so I'll leave it up to you.)

This isn't an album but my favorite hymn is "Beneath the Cross of Jesus" and I had to mention it

addition: Good Friday Eastern Sacred Songs / Fairuz (thank you marymagdalenestan my favorite instagram user)

edit: forgot to add! put yours in the tags/reblogs/replies! no judgement just more music in the world!

[housepartyprotocol]

Mystery man

Logan Sargeant x Piastri!Reader

summary: Oscar's sister has a mystery man

(a/n: its short and sweet, its not my favourite but I'm getting back in)

Masterlist / TipJar

ynpiastri

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ynpiastri Alexa play a generic song about loving your hometown

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oscarpiastri omg you went back home, why did you tell me

ynpiastri why would I tell you, you don’t live here … hattiepiastri She told me ynpiastri Yeah because you live here! oscarpiastri woww hattiepiastri move home , England doesn’t love you like we love you

yourbsf I ask you one question about mystery man and you fly across the world away from me

ynpiastri the motherland was calling me yourbsf you ran hattiepiastri myster man ?? ynpiastri oops sorry on a plane home again

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri To monaco thank you for a P2. To my sister thank you for spending the entire weekend showing my crew my baby photos. That was hugely appreciated (I hate you)

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user omg which sister

user I think YN user Which on is YN I get confused?! user YN is the oldest of his 4 younger sisters user thank you ! <3

ynpiastri You’re welcome mr ‘I’m a car’

oscarpiastri I despise you ynpiastri I love you too big brother x

logansargeant they get better each time I see them

oscarpiastri you saW THEM TOO? logansargeant yn showed me the whole album oscarpiastri I’m dead

user I want to see baby Oscar!,

ynpiastri hold on I’ll post them soon oscarpiastri waIT

ynpiastri

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ynpiastri Me FT baby older brother and logie

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oscarpiastri take this down

ynpiastri why oscar, you’re so cute logansargeant why oscar, you’re so cute oscarpiastri no take it down i’ll tell mum ynpiastri mum is in my likes, she’s not going to do anything oscarpiastri bully

yourbsf you look angelic

ynpiastri why thank you lovely yourbsf so who is mystery man hattiepiastri who is mystery man sis ynpiastri nope no man

user you look amazing

user how does she know logan?

user she met him through oscar

yourbsf

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yourbsf On and off the grind. Waiting for YN to stop giggling at her phone

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ynpiastri i was not giggling

yourbsf no sorry, you weren't yourbsf you were heavily flustered ynpiastri objection your honor

hattiepiastri who is he sis

ynpiastri there is no one yourbsf hattie, please help

logansargeant

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logansargeant A classic Piastri-Sargent mess around

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user not the new girl reference!

user they are such a cute couple user i dont think they are dating, they are just friends user they would be cute oscarpiastri no

ynpiastri we slay

logansargeant i draw the line at slay ynpiastri not a slay

oscarpiastri wow replacing me

logansargeant always ynpiastri always, the better piastri hattiepiastri hey! ynpiastri sorry sorry, but oscar sucks

user logan and the pUPPY

ynpiastri

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ynpiastri Grind, Pose, Logan

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logansargeant this is horrific why

ynpiastri its cute user i love yn using her feed for just intermittent mugshots of oscar and logan ynpiastri isn't it just amazing

user what is she studying?

user fashion marketing i think user oh thats so cool user she must be so creative and smart liked by logansargeant

yourbsf friday 9pm. you & me. talk

ynpiastri omg why am i scared ynpiastri mum? help? yourbsf we are talking about mystery man oscarpiastri hmm hattiepiastri facetime me in

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Madien win with celebrations. Not celebrating when I accidently found out news I did not want to hear

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user aww thats so cute is that him and lily

user noo lily wasnt there user yn, his sister, was....

ynpiastri take that down before hattie sees

hattiepiastri YN!!! oscarpiastri too late ynpiastri heyyy hattiepiastri Oscar, you know who mystery man is?? oscarpiastri Yup, how much is this information worth to you

logansargeant Oscar not you exposing your sister

oscarpiastri I have exposed no relationship. Just threatened user this is the best sibiling interaction user i live for this

yourbsf you lied!

ynpiastri no i just spun the truth yourbsf ynnnnnnnn oscarpiastri talk to me

ynpiastri

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ynpiastri Siblings amirite. oh and a hot man

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yourbsf this is one unhinged caption and soft launch

ynpiastri so i succeeded yourbsf i love that you are soft-launching a relationship that I know, that Oscar knows and also your entire family ynpiastri is it a soft launch when you consider how long I've been planning this oscarpiastri wait, How LONG?!

hattiepiastri no because congrats

hattiepiastri it makes sense yourbsf it does

user is that logan?

user you are so crazy for that (i think it is) user piastri-logan taken to a new level liked by logansargeant

yourbsf

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yourbsf fashion school photo dump

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ynpiastri its a love hate relationship

yourbsf it is a tough relationship ynpiastri we love the pain

hattiepiastri i need you see you guys

ynpiastri we'll see you soon hattiepiastri hows your mans ynpiastri ill debrief you outside of a comment section

logansargeant

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logansargeant Piastri-Sargent mess around, but its revealed I'm mystery man and i love this piastri variant

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ynpiastri not you spoiling my soft launch plan

ynpiastri I had a whole photo album for it logansargeant I am so sorry sweetheart ynpiastri you are forgiven lovely oscarpiastri gag, get it off my feed user omg hard launch of the century user it is perfect

oscarpiastri actutally thank you for just getting your silly slow reveal over with because i would not have kept that secret for long

ynpiastri have some self control user oscar is so relatable logansargeant you are welcome, brother-in-law oscarpiastri nope absolutely not logansargeant you are welcome, soon to be brother-in-law

hattiepiastri awww so cute

ynpiastri ikrrr oscarpiastri hmm i’m feeling protective ynpiastri there’s a lot you don’t wanna know oscarpiastri ew hattiepiastri ew logansargeant ew ynpiastri logie? logansargeant i just wanted to fit in

ynpiastri

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ynpiastri finally i can post my man. 1 year baby

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yourbsf a YEAR?

yourbsf betrayal ynpiastri nooo don't leave me yourbsf next starbucks is on you ynpiastri deal

oscarpiastri logan. 1 year. you've been dating my sister for a year

logansargeant doing more than dating ynpiastri LOGAN oscarpiastri dead man hattiepiastri dead man

user aww they are so perfect

user piastri-sargent, the perfect pair

logansargeant i love you pookie

ynpiastri poooookie!! user omg oscarpiastri i am deactivating my account

[santanasaintmendes]

“might sound crazy but it ain’t no lie, baby bye bye bye”

part 6! to the Cosmic Girl Records

summary: the gang goes to watch the new deadpool and wolverine movie. . . without you? oh no, that can’t be right.

ollie bearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

all photos are found on pinterest!

warnings: swearing, nothing too bad this time lol

a/n: wow. this took forever to finally get out bc i started so many other fics 😭 but here it is, it’s a bit short but enjoy!

landonorris has posted on his story: 

liked by alex_albon, georgerussell64, charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, lilymhe and 5,292,402 others 

landonorris: the gang is back 💪

tagged alex_albon and georgerussell64

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 user1: uh oh, has y/n seen this yet 😬

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 alex_albon: 😰 

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 georgerussell64: 😰

user2: may the 2019 rookies rest in peace 😔🙏 

user3: rip lando he’s in for a mouthful 

 user4: why’s everyone freaking out 

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 user5: just wait, give it a minute 

unfortunatelyy/n: MF???

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 user5: and there it is. 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: UMMM WHAT IS THIS 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHAT HAPPENED TO OH I'M SORRY I CANT COME OVER FOR DINNER I’VE GOT A DOCTORS APPOINTMENT THIS FRIDAY 

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 user6: OH NO. 

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 user10: dawg’s dead fs this time 😔

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 user7: LANDO RUN WHILE YOU HAVE THE CHANCE 😭😭

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 user8: he’s probably left the country by now 

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 landonorris: 😀 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: PICK UP YOUR PHONE 

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 landonorris: no. 

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 landonorris: @alex_albon @georgerussell RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN 

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 georgerussell64: YOU ASSHAT I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST IT 

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 landonorris: YOU WERE LITERALLY THE ONE WHO TOLD ME TO POST IT 

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 user9: oop 🫢

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 georgerussell64: i never took you for a LIAR 

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 landonorris: @alex_albon you were there you believe me right? 

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 alex_albon:  . . . ummmm

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 landonorris: i see how it is i’m friends with a bunch of TRAITORS 

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 user10: how does it feel to be betrayed by your best friends 

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 alex_albon: 😶

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 unfortunatelyy/n: PICK UP YOUR PHONE 

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 landonorris: omg i forgot about you 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: oh you are so dead 

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unfortunatelyy/n: whoever said revenge is best served cold clearly has never had chimichangas before 

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user1: HELP SHES AT IT AGAIN 😭

user2: absolutely violated my poor boy 😔

user3: i fear he may never learn his lesson 

 landonorris: oh i hate you. 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: just remember, you did this to yourself 

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 landonorris: i hope you 

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 user17: bro died mid comment 

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 user4: his pr team got to him before he could ruin his life 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s what i thought punk 

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 mclarenracingf1: 🖕

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 user5: LANDO?! 😭😭

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 user6: HE DID NOT LMAOO 

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 user11: pr team probably took away his phone privileges so now he’s hacked into mclaren insta acc 😭

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 user12: lando rn: 🤓💻

user9: the side eye goes hard 

 user10: HELP WHERE DID SHE GET THESE PHOTOS 

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 user14: she’s probably got a whole collection 

|  user15: mission: steal’s y/n phone 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 😓

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 user16: HELP HAHA 

 alex_albon: can you send me that second pic 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: don’t even think about it, you’re next 

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 alex_albon: 😨

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 alex_albon: @lilymhe your girlfriend is bullying me 

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 user7: alex albon confirmed snitch 

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 user13: at least he’s not in denial anymore 

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 user8: can’t do nothing wrong in front of this guy otherwise next thing u know police are at your front door

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 lilymhe: do you deserve it 

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 alex_albon: no?????

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 unfortunatelyy/n: HAH what a little liar

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 alex_albon: why do you hate me 

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 alex_albon: no wait don’t answer that 

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 alex_albon: wait i’m sorry 

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 alex_albon: don’t embarrass me please 

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 alex_albon: answer my texts y/n

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 alex_albon: please y/n

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unfortunatelyy/n: shhhh, my common sense is tingling, something you clearly don’t have 

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user1: the deadpool references, she is not holding back 😭 

user2: dayummmm pop off queen 

user3: can’t wait till it’s george’s turn i just KNOW she’s going to use the 2023 intro pose 

 alex_albon: HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO APOLOGISE 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @landonorris ?

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 landonorris: do i have to 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: yep 

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 landonorris: are you sure 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: YES 

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 landonorris: fine.

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 landonorris: she only takes apologies in cash no card 💅🎀💋 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: mhm that’s right 

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 user4: HELP 

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 user5: girl has homie in a chokehold fr 

user6: the second pic 😭

 lilymhe: what is that first pic 🤣 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: alex tried to steal my car so I ran him over 

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 alex_albon: THAT DID NOT HAPPEN 

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 landonorris: y/n doesn’t even have her licence 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: HEY WHAT DID I SAY 

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 landonorris: im sorry 😔

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 unfortunatelyy/n: as you should be 

georgerussell64: why do i have a feeling that i’m next 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: my goodness, he has a brain AND feelings would you look at that 

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 georgerussell64: oh you think you’re so funny don’t you 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i do actually 

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 georgerussell64: 🖕 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 😘 

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 user7: they’re never beating the siblings allegations i fear 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: negative. i would rather die than be related to this child 

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 user8: child 😭 i’m wheezing 

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unfortunatelyy/n: you look like something i drew with my left hand, which is coincidentally my non dominant hand 

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user2: I KNEWWW ITTTT AHAHAHA I CALLED IT BITCHES 

 user1: HELP Y/N WHERE DID U FIND THAT SECOND PIC 😭😭

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 unfortunatelyy/n: dm me 😌 

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 georgerussell64: nO STOP 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: whatcha gonna do old man 

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 user5: OLD MAN IM WHEEZING 💀

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 user6: so is george 

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 user7: 😭😭

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 georgerussell64: call in the reinforcements @landonorris @alex_albon 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: AHAHAHAHAHHA 

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 georgerussell64: why are you laughing . . .  guys? guys where are you 

|  unfortunatelyy/n: their loyalty lies with me peasant 

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 georgerussell64: i can never win around here

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 unfortunatelyy/n: im glad you’ve come to terms with that 

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 georgerussell64: OH YOU SUCK 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s what you get for being an ass 

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 georgerussell64: IT WAS LANDO’S IDEA 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: GASP

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHAT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: jk i already know 

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 user6: HELP 😭

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 georgerussell64: then why are u getting mad at me 😭

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 unfortunatelyy/n: cuz you’re fun to bully 

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 georgerussell64: blocked and reported 🛑

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 unfortunatelyy/n: its ok you’re not the first 

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 landonorris: she’s right 😐

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 unfortunatelyy/n: ugliness rears it’s head once again 

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 landonorris: oh you are the worst 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 😘

a/n: tysm if you got to the end, have an amazing day xoxo santanasaintmendes

taglist: @ilivbullyingjeongin

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 6

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Sinker, Comet, Boost

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Author's Note: Sorry about no fic last week. I had surgery on Friday and didn't get a chance to post the fic I wanted to post, so to stay on schedule, I'm forgoing that fic for another update of this one! Yay! This part is going to be tough, but it was absolutely necessary for Cara and Wolffe to have this moment together just as much as the bath time moment. Let's just say, breakfast doesn't go as planned. (oops it got longer) As always, please enjoy 💚

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Series Masterlist

After bath time was done, and they'd both dried off and changed into new clothes, it was time for breakfast. Wolffe really hoped his Pack brothers came through and made a decent breakfast for all of them. He was starving, and he knew Cara must be hungry too. He was a little worried since he didn't give Boost any directions, but there was foodstuff in the conservator, he thought, or, well, he hoped. Knowing his wife, she would've stocked up when she found out he was coming home.

Wolffe walked into the kitchen with Cara following closely behind, but stopped in his tracks at what he saw. Cara didn't stop walking and bumped into the back of his leg with a small oomph. Feeling the light hit, Wolffe reached back around with his hand to rub her head, still staring dumbstruck at the state of the kitchen.

"What in the…" Wolffe said with wide eyes. It was a mess. A complete and utter mess. He wasn't even sure it was still a kitchen. "I said make breakfast, not fight breakfast!"

"We did!" Boost grinned. He had flour patches across his face and streaks down his clothes.

"Sweetie," Wolffe said as he looked down at Cara. "Do you know what that is?" He pointed at Boost.

Cara shook her head.

"I'm gonna teach you a new word," Wolffe smiled. "That is a di'kut."

"Dee… koot," she repeated.

"Hey!" Boost exclaimed, clearly offended by the remark.

Wolffe snorted. "You're the one who said it's never too late to start."

Boost opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it because Wolffe was right.

"Anyway," Comet chimed in and gestured towards the table. "Breakfast is served!"

Wolffe sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, and walked Cara over to the table to eat whatever breakfast his Pack brothers created. She climbed up onto her chair next to him and he made sure she was seated properly so she wouldn't fall off. Sinker then walked around the table and placed the plates down with their homemade pancakes stacked on them. Wolffe eyed the oddly shaped and multi-colored pancakes suspiciously and raised an eyebrow up at his brother.

"What?" Sinker asked.

"Is it edible?" Wolffe asked.

"I made them," Comet added. "So, yeah, they're edible."

Wolffe snorted. Of course Boost and Sinker couldn't be left alone to make breakfast. It was a good thing they picked up Comet when they did or they'd all have starved by now.

Cara tugged on Wolffe's pants and he lowered his head so he could hear her.

"Where's mommy?" she asked.

The room went silent and Wolffe sighed. Not this again. "She's not here, sweetie," he answered, then pulled her plate a little closer to the edge of the table. "Now, eat your breakfast for me."

"We can't eat without mommy," Cara said, then pushed the plate back.

Wolffe bit back his frustration and pulled the plate towards her again. "You have to eat."

"Not without mommy!" she yelled and pushed the plate with more force, knocking the fork onto the floor.

"Cara," Wolffe warned, his patience wearing thin. "This isn't a debate."

"I don't want it!" she screamed.

Cara climbed down from her chair, sat on the floor, and cried loudly. She was in a full-blown tantrum and Wolffe didn't know what to do. He looked over at Comet, Boost, and Sinker with pleading eyes, but the three of them only shrugged. Her screaming became louder and pierced Wolffe straight through the head, making it throb and ache like earlier. Somehow she'd reached a frequency that made him want to scream too. He tried to keep himself under control and calm her down.

"Sweetie," Wolffe said as he rubbed his temples. "I need you to stop screaming, please."

She continued to wail from her seat on the floor, tears streaming down her face as her cheeks turned red. Wolffe could feel the tension in his head rising as it threatened to boil over and explode. Why couldn't she just stop crying? Why couldn't she just understand? Why did he have to keep explaining it to her? He tried to think of his best options, but her incessant screaming was grating on his nerves and clouding his thoughts. If she didn't quiet down soon, the neighbors were going to think he was hurting her.

"Cara!" Wolffe barked, picking his hands up from the table to try and settle himself. "I said stop!"

Cara looked at Wolffe and stopped crying, and, for a moment, Wolffe thought it was finally over.

"I want mommy!" she started screaming again. "I want mommy! I want mommy! I want mommy!"

The tension snapped like a taut wire and Wolffe's chair scraped across the floor as he violently pushed it back. He took a few steps towards Cara, dropped to his knees, and grabbed her little shoulders so she was looking him in the eyes. "She's not coming back!" he yelled. "Do you understand me? She's never coming back! She's dead! She's gone! So, just stop asking for her already!"

Wolffe panted at the exertion and hung his head between his arms, the anger and frustration slowly dissipating. The words he spoke so ferociously, not only to his daughter but also to himself, echoed in his mind. He picked his head up and looked at his wide-eyed daughter, instantly feeling a shooting pain straight through his heart. She looked confused. She looked helpless. She looked scared. She looked scared… of him. Remorse washed over him like a tidal wave and the panic of what he just did flooded his brain.

"Oh, kriff," Wolffe breathed as he released his grip on her tiny shoulders. Cara backed away from him until she bumped into Comet's leg. Wolffe's breath hitched. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Baby–" Wolffe reached out his hand, but Cara turned away from him and grabbed onto Comet's leg.

Comet looked down at Wolffe with a pained expression, then at Cara, and sighed. "Come here, ad'ika," he soothed. "I've got you." He picked Cara up into his arms and she grabbed onto his shirt, hanging on with tight little fists while burying her face in his chest. He readjusted her on his hip, then locked eyes with Wolffe in a silent word. Wolffe hung his head and Comet left the room with Cara.

Once Cara was out of the kitchen, Wolffe pounded his fists onto the floor and yelled in frustration.

Sinker knelt beside him and placed his hand on Wolffe's shoulder.

"What have I done?" Wolffe choked. He wanted to vomit. "I grabbed her. I yelled at her. I've never– I wouldn't– How could I do that?"

Sinker looked up at Boost and gestured for him to go do something else for the moment. Boost nodded and left the kitchen.

"Maker forgive me," Wolffe's voice quivered. "She's just a child, and I… I treated her like a cadet. Like a kriffing shiny!"

"Wolffe–"

"No!" Wolffe yelled and smacked Sinker's hand away. "There's no excuse."

Sinker sighed and sat back on his haunches. "Give yourself a break, will ya? Your wife's dead."

Wolffe flinched at the bluntness of the comment, but maybe that was what he needed right now.

"Maker, Wolffe," Sinker continued. "It's only been what? Twelve standard hours? And in that time you've lost your wife, your home, your belongings, and you almost lost Cara too. You really thought you could get through this without losing your temper a little?"

"I'm a commander–"

"Kriff being a commander," Sinker rolled his eyes. He moved around the floor to face Wolffe. "You're still human, commander or not, and Cara doesn't need Commander Wolffe right now, she just needs her dad. You know, the one who loves her?"

"But I scared her…" Wolffe lamented, the words burning in the back of his throat. "She was scared of me."

"She'll be fine," Sinker said with a wave of his hand. "Just apologize and move on. She's a tough kid. Tougher than you might think." Sinker smirked. "You are her dad after all."

A small smile formed at the corner of Wolffe's mouth. Sinker was right about one thing. She was the daughter of a clone commander, not just some random natborn off the streets. His genetics, and his wife's, ran through her veins. She was sensitive like her mother, but she got his resilience and also his attitude. Plo's words from the night before still rang true. He needed to take each moment as it came and do what was needed then, even if that meant messing it up once and a while. She'd forgive him one day.

Wolffe took a deep breath to compose himself before Sinker offered a hand to help him up. He accepted it without complaint. Looking back at the table of untouched food, now getting cold, another sigh escaped his lips. Cara still hadn't eaten and he wasn't sure if they had any more time for delays since they had to leave soon. He decided to pack some of the pancakes in a container and hoped that Cara would eat them like that. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing.

After putting the food away, Wolffe took another deep breath, then released it slowly before walking out of the kitchen and towards the living room. He stepped to the threshold, and just as he thought, Comet was sitting on the couch with Cara sitting calmly on his lap. He never understood how Comet got so good with kids, but he was thankful. With slow and soft steps, Wolffe approached them. He sat down on the ground and fiddled with a piece of the carpet while he got up the nerve to speak.

"Cara," Wolffe said softly.

Cara lifted her head from resting against Comet's chest to look at Wolffe.

"I'm sorry I got upset and yelled at you," he said. "It was wrong."

"It's okay…" she mumbled into Comet's shirt.

"No, baby, it's not," he continued. "I know… I know this is scary. Daddy is scared too, but that doesn't make it okay for either of us to get upset at each other." He paused, gauging her expression and understanding of what he was saying. "So, how about less screaming and more listening, for both of us?"

"Okay," she said. "I'm sorry, daddy."

Wolffe smiled weakly and released another shaky breath. He opened his arms. "Can I have a hug?"

Cara nodded and squirmed out of Comet's arms and into Wolffe's. He held her tight against him, careful not to hurt her, and kissed the side of her head. He started rocking her and looked up at Comet, who had a warm smile on his face. Wolffe mouthed a simple thank you to him and Comet nodded. Wolffe didn't know what he would do without his Pack brothers, and it pained his heart that it took a tragedy such as this for him to realize just how much they meant to him.

"Daddy?" Cara mumbled into his chest.

Wolffe leaned her back so he could see her face. "Yes, baby?'

"Is mommy ever gonna come home?" she asked.

Wolffe bit his tongue. "No baby, she's not."

"I'm gonna miss mommy," she sniffled and her eyes turned watery.

Wolffe leaned his forehead against Cara's and let his own emotions show. "Me too, baby. Me too."

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Don't Call It A Comeback...

...I been here for years 😎

Hi peeps!

I'm officially back from my maternity leave! Well, sorta... consider me a part-time writing mama now, but I'm at least back in some capacity and will be posting stories again. Have you missed me? (I know some of you have, judging by all the asks, comments, and messages. Thank you so much for that 😂❤️)

First and foremost, I'm sorry I left so abruptly. Life got insanely crazy towards the end of last year, but I'm happy to report things are slowly settling down and I'm finding my groove again.

Now to the things that really interest you – STORIES!

Rehab will resume, oop wait... to-fucking-morrow! Yes, you've read that right. Definitely catch up 'cause it's been almost a goddamn year since the last chapter, even I can barely remember... It will then continue to post every Friday till the end of March 💚

Plastic Hearts will hopefully resume after Rehab has finished. I'm working on the last few chapters as we speak. I shortened it down to the original 25 parts that I intended because I felt that ending just fit better. Don't worry, though, there's still tons of messed up stuff happening, so catch up with the 20 parts already posted! 🌟

Otherwise I plan on finally, finally, finally posting the last chapters of To Be Human and Season 3 of Don't Blame Me. It's been a long few years, guys... 😅

So glad to be back! I missed you guys greatly! Don't hesitate to drop by my inbox and tell me about all the stuff I missed out on 🤓

Love, Wayne 🤍

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @mihrsuri. Thanks, Lil! I feel like I've answered these in the not-so-distant past, and might have accidentally ignored one or more tags. Oops. I need to check the Mentions tab and check it out!

(I also started writing this… earlier this week, and forgot about the tab. Sorry this is so so long.)

01. how many works do you have on ao3? 24 fics, though one of them has eight ficlets… So some would count it as 31. (It's still 24.)

02. what's your total ao3 word count? 167,815 words

03. what fandoms do you write for? TWW.

04. top five fics by kudos?

maybe everything's just turning out how it should be

(big gulf here)

say it's here where our pieces fall in place

just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days

nobody knows how to get back home

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it 

05. do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to get to all of them, and feel bad when I hoard them (because they're lovely) or they slip through the cracks. (I tend to wait some time before replying to the comments on my most recent fic, so if anything comes in later, it might be immediate or two months late.)

06. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I feel like I always struggle with this answer because they're mostly hopeful endings! Which is just my perception and now how it is. Tempted to go check what I've answered in the past.

Most recently, I think what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy has that 'right person, wrong time', on borrowed time vibes. But maybe not! My go-to answer always feels like my post-Portland Trip fic, don't want you to go but I'll be okay, because it feels so final and bittersweet then.

07. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, which one should I pick? I think the Cali/Jan 22nd fic from earlier this year (oh, and I will be with you to feel the California sun) is just pure happiness, tbh. Memoir fic (still you never took your hand from mine) also feels like a saccharine, sweet ending! (Could've also picked the literal wedding reception-set fic, lol.)

08. do you get hate on fic? No! Luckily. If I have, I don't remember. I've gotten a weird comment or two, but those weren't about the fics. So no!

09. do you write smut? Nooooo, of course not. (This is the last time I'll beg you to read on main and that's under a cut lol.) Up till now I could say it was mild scenes in yet-to-be-posted fics, which remains true, but I posted a literal smutty fic last Friday, lol. I'm proud of it and myself, for getting out of my comfort zone, and while it's flopping I'm glad those who've read it liked it!

10. craziest cross over? This is the question that undoubtedly makes me go “lol I've definitely done this before.” Because I always joke that I've already seen the craziest canon crossovers on screen. That said, I haven't personally written one, and don't have ideas.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? No? Sometimes I wonder if some ideas have been borrowed but wouldn't say stolen.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? No! Maybe one day I'll do it myself. (I don't think there's demand for it/Spanish-written fics in this fandom.) (Once again, I'm sure that this answer matches the previous ones.)

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Sounds fun! No. But anyone interested? hmu.

14. all-time favorite ship? In what sense? I cannot choose, but at the same time… We all know.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't like putting this energy out in the universe. It's one thing to post (that's probably a long list) but actual WIPs that are worth it? I want to believe I'll get to them eventually. (But. Unfortunately, the answer is many of them.)

16. what are your writing strengths? Internal world? As in, I am “good” at describing the internal world of a character. idk.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? I write in my second language. I feel like everything's a weakness. (World building, descriptions, dialogue.)

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? As long as it doesn't take the reader out (and makes sense in the story), 👍 I might have peppered in some Spanish in some of my writing but it feels wrong somehow.

19. first fandom you wrote in? Bones.

20. favorite fic you've written? I cannot pick a favorite child. I can affectionately call them flops because they mostly are, stats-wise, but there's something about them that I love. And I feel like some of my favorite stuff is what's not yet posted! Because it stops feeling “mine” once it's out there.

don't want you to go but I'll be okay · Portland fic · my automatic answer because I felt it was special the second I finished it. So many things came together (that quote, particularly).

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it · St Augustine, a precanon campaign fic ·(Any of the first four (posted in 2021) is super special to me. This one was another one I knew would be special. And it has big “there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you” energy.

your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep · (3+1 fic set in the last third of S7, ft the press corps) · Taylor sang KOMH on N2 because she loved this. I just know it. (I just really love secret relationships/working around that S7 period so much.)

nobody knows how to get back home · itsotg missing scen) · I just like it a lot, and it's also a good candidate for angsty ending. When did it get so many kudos?!

maybe everything's just turning out how it should be · big block of cheese 2008 · felt disingenuous not to include the fic I always knew I wanted to post, even if it's another early one. It's my most popular by a huge margin, and I'm glad.

I so wanted to add fics like the Cali one but this always depends on my mood! So this is the answer that might always change haha.

Shoutout to some unposted ones that I love but won't get published. Or others perpetually in limbo, like the two big multichapters (IM and S5 pregnancy). I feel like some of my best stuff is in What Once Was Ours (the IM AU fic I wrote in 2021), or the S5 Pregnancy AU (which I hope to finish this summer! And I want to start posting once I feel like I'll make that deadline)… And I'm currently really fond of one I've started to call “demons that you know raise hell worse than a stranger.” Coming to you soon, if I get my crap together!

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Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version) - chapter 2!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve have swapped bodies. They have to shower and it's weird. Time to set some ground rules, I guess. Chapter 1, Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3K, more chapters to come

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, slow(ish??) burn, canon universe (more or less) set before season 4, me adding in lore than the show didn't touch on such as how Eddie and Steve met etc, body swap, ANGST, revenge, POV switching, honestly just tons of fun lmao

A/N: WOW this got so much attention and that makes me happy because I love writing it. I will definitely keep this one going, I have soooo many ideas. Stay tuned for next chapter, because it's going to be a wild one!

“I gotta get out of these clothes, dude,” Eddie said, itching at the stiff material of the vest and Steve’s jeans. “I’m gonna shower, I promise I won’t ogle your naked body or anything, I just wanna get clean.”

“Yeah, me too,” Steve agreed. “Why do you wear these chains? They’re weighing me down, I keep having to pull these goddamn pants back up.” He said this as he demonstrated what he meant. Eddie had never really thought about it much. Staring at himself was making him feel weird. 

“Okay, well you have a shower at home, don’t you?” Eddie asked as he took the vest off and threw it to the floor. “Probably something voice activated with a robot butler who hands you a fresh towel.”

“Jesus, Munson, you’re so dramatic,” Steve groaned. “My bathroom is normal.”

“Whatever you say,” Eddie dismissed. Steve’s shirt came off next, joining the vest on the floor. Eddie walked back down the hall to the bathroom. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to think until he was dirt-free and in his own clothes. 

“I can’t go home like this!” Steve shouted from the living room. Eddie smirked, then turned around. 

“Why not?” he hissed. “Is Daddy Harrington gonna beat you up for looking like that? No, sorry. Would he beat me up for having the audacity to enter his perfect home?” Steve’s jaw clenched, and there was a look in his eyes that made Eddie immediately feel like he’d gone too far, and not in a fun way. 

“Watch it,” he warned. “My dad’s out of town, but my mom would probably call the cops, yeah.”

“Charming,” Eddie replied as he turned back around and continued his journey to the bathroom. He unfastened the jeans and shimmied himself out of them, leaving him only in Steve’s boxers. 

Steve’s body was far more toned and muscular than Eddie’s was. It was clear he worked hard to keep himself looking good, even post-graduation. It was the kind of body that probably hadn’t so much as seen a carb in the last ten years. 

Eddie didn’t really care about any of that, of course. But also, almost everybody wanted to look like this, deep down. 

As he stood there in boxers alone, he began to feel the trepidation that Steve referred to about seeing each other naked. It definitely felt like a weird, nonconsensual line to cross, but what other option did they have?

Eddie heard his own rough hand clamor against the doorframe, the rings making a distinct noise against the wood.

“Hey, asshole, I'm serious,” Steve said. “I’m trying to be a good guy here, and you just -”

“I see what you mean,” Eddie interrupted. He also in that moment realized that Steve was right in pointing out the amount of times Eddie cut him off. Oops. “About the showering thing. It’s weird. Let’s talk about it.”

Steve was clearly stunned by Eddie’s rapid turnaround into compliance. 

“Y-yeah, okay,” Steve stuttered.

“You have, like, a lot of chest hair,” Eddie said, looking at the newly exposed parts of him in the mirror. 

“Is that what you want to talk about? Seriously?” Steve balked. Eddie smirked. 

“No, just an observation. I don’t have much chest hair. I mean, you’ll see.”

“Okay, I think talking about it is making it worse,” Steve said, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. 

“Well soooorryyyy, I’ve never done this before!” Eddie exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Steve chuckled. “What? Is my misery fun to you?”

“I mean, yeah,” he replied. “I’m laughing because this whole thing is, like - I mean, you know. It’s funny.” Eddie would never have chosen that particular word to describe their situation, but whatever. “Okay, so when I take this shirt off am I gonna see a third nipple or something?”

He wasn’t expecting Steve to make a joke like that. It caught him off guard so much he genuinely laughed. 

“I don’t have a third nipple, but are you afraid of spiders?” Steve raised one eyebrow, confused, then shook his head. “Good. I have a big one tattooed riiiight around here.” Eddie took a step forward and pushed his index finger into Steve’s chest - his own chest, really - at the approximate location of the tattoo. It was a bit of a mindfuck to make physical contact with his own self and not be able to feel one side of it. 

“Why a spider?” Steve asked with genuine interest.

“Because it looks badass,” Eddie responded. There was a far more meaningful reason, but Steve Harrington didn’t deserve to know it. He may have had Eddie’s body, but Eddie still had his mind, and thank god for that. It was dark in there sometimes. “Okay, so I’m gonna go in there -” Eddie pointed at the shower, “- and I’m gonna shut my eyes and just not think about it. Then you’re going to do the same thing, and then we’re gonna bury the whole experience deep into the depths of our souls and never talk about it ever again. Poof! Error message. Memory does not exist. Deal?”

“Works for me,” Steve agreed with a shrug. Eddie sighed deeply, then motioned for Steve to leave so he could shower in peace. 

Okay, maybe not in peace, but at least he was alone. Just him. Eddie. 

In someone else’s body. In Steve Harrington’s fucking body. 

What a nightmare.

-

Steve waited on Eddie’s couch and stared into space, the sounds of running water through the wall. He tried to wrap his head around the entire sequence of events that had led him here. If I had just let Eddie rescue Dustin, and stayed at my goddamn job, none of this would have happened.

His father really would have been so disappointed in him.

Steve thought about his first time interacting with Eddie, way back in middle school. Steve was a seventh grader, but he still hung around with the popular kids and had a decent reputation. He was funny and didn’t take things too seriously. At the school talent show, he and some buddies did a choreographed dance to the song I Will Survive, and everybody loved it. A real crowd pleaser. 

Steve sat in the audience and let the next act go, still high off his own performance, and saw a 13 year old Eddie Munson walk up on stage with his band, Corroded Coffin. His hair was buzzed, and he was a lot smaller than he was now. 

They played alright, considering they were a bunch of kids. That didn’t stop Steve’s friends from making fun of them, though. 

“Freaks,” Tommy coughed loudly into his hand. The rest of Steve’s group laughed, making other similar comments. Steve laughed with them, because that was the thing to do. Something uncomfortable stirred inside of him, but he chose to ignore it, as he continued to do throughout the rest of middle and high school. 

That was his first brush with Eddie, but it wasn’t the last. 

Yeah, he’d been a douchebag. Robin had reminded him of this enough for him to come to terms with it. He did and said a lot of shitty things, and watched in silence as his so-called friends said and did even shittier things. 

He hadn’t even noticed that the water had stopped running until Eddie poked his head back out into the living room. Steve’s jaw dropped as he watched Eddie absolutely manhandle Steve’s well-kempt locks. 

“Dude,” he announced, offended. “Fuck, I - I didn’t even think about-”

“What?” Eddie asked, concern flashing across his face. 

“My hair,” Steve explained. “What did you even use on it?” Eddie stared at him in disbelief as he stood up from the couch and reached out to feel the damage. “Jesus Christ, man, have you ever heard of conditioner?” His fingers grasped a few strands and rubbed them together, before Eddie swatted his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me.” Eddie warned, his face gravely serious.

“Technically, I’m touching myself,” Steve replied, before immediately regretting it. Eddie opened his mouth to say something, but Steve wouldn’t let him. “Stop. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t do it. I’m gonna shower now.”

So, he did. He went into the bathroom and stripped off Eddie’s shirt, seeing the spider and skull tattoo underneath for the first time. It did kinda look badass, he realized. Steve had no tattoos - although he’d thought about it a few times. He just couldn’t commit to anything he’d really want on his body forever. He continued removing clothing, placing the rings on the counter and pants on the floor. Here goes nothing, I guess. 

He tried to do what Eddie had proposed - he kept his eyes closed as often as he could and did his best not to think about it, but it was damn near impossible. He was washing a body that was foreign to him, and running his hands through hair with different length, texture, and style. The skin he was in felt completely different. Softer, in some places, like on the stomach. Rougher in others, like on the fingertips. The stubble on his chin was courser than what he’d been used to.

Same parts, different sizes and shapes.

There was basically just a bar of soap and some cheap drug store shampoo in there. Steve shuddered at the thought of his own hair being a victim of that shit - he wondered how many times his hair would have to be washed to really mess up what he’d carefully crafted over the years. 

With any luck, Steve wouldn’t have to find out. He hoped and prayed this was the first and last shower he would ever have to take in Eddie’s body. 

He dried himself off and opened the bathroom door once he was done. 

“Eddie?” he asked, unsure whether he should just walk out in the towel. It’s what Eddie had done before, but he still wanted to tread lightly. 

“In my room.” Steve followed the voice towards the sound. “I didn’t say you could come in here.” 

Apparently, Eddie had heard Steve’s approaching footsteps.

“Okay,” Steve said, backing up again. “Should I…put your clothes back on?”

“Nah,” Eddie said. Steve noted how his voice sounded from outside of himself. It was higher than he thought it would be. Eddie was speaking in a much less angry tone than he had before, which made Steve even more uneasy. “You’re in luck. Everything in here is in your size.” Steve heard shuffling of drawers before Eddie resurfaced in his doorway with jeans and a t-shirt bundled in his hands. 

The light from the bedroom shone behind him, casting shadows on his face. Steve’s face. He was only wearing pajama bottoms, which hung low on his hips. Steve’s eyes locked in on the lit cigarette resting in Eddie’s mouth. 

“I quit years ago,” he noted. 

“Yeah, well I didn’t,” Eddie responded. Steve frowned, thinking of all the times Robin had rambled on and on about the dangers of smoking and the health complications it leads to. He had promised her he wouldn’t smoke again. 

“Just -” Steve hesitated, knowing he sounded whipped. “Don’t smoke in front of Robin, okay?”

“What’s your deal with her anyway?” Eddie asked, the snark in his voice returning. 

“Friends,” Steve said with a shrug. 

“Sure. Friends.” Eddie repeated the word sarcastically, then handed the clean clothes to Steve, who didn’t have the energy to argue. “I don’t plan on seeing her, but sure. I’ll refrain from smoking in her presence, your honor.” 

“You’re gonna see her,” Steve countered, “because we work together tomorrow.” Eddie scoffed. 

“Are you seriously suggesting we just pretend to be each other? Cuz I gotta say, Harrington, that idea is pretty stupid.” 

“You got a better one, super senior?” Steve snapped. He’d been cold stepping out of the shower before, but the anger within him was keeping him warm, now. Eddie chuckled darkly. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. He threw his head back and groaned. “I can’t believe this is happening with you of all people.” 

“Look, man,” Steve began, trying to express what he’d been thinking about earlier. “I know I was an asshole in high school, but a lot has changed since then.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Eddie replied with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m serious!” Steve insisted. “And there were so many other people who treated you worse than I did.”

“You mean your friends?” Eddie countered, his words like venom. 

“They’re not my friends anymore.”

“That’s great for you, Harrington. Juuuust great. Really makes up for all the times you hung around and brushed off the shit they did.” The conversation was getting heated again, and Steve started to feel his heart pounding in his chest. “Get the fuck out of my trailer.”

Steve could have hit him. He still had pent up anger from the assholes that had hurt Dustin, and then there was the ever-growing frustration that his body and life was entrusted to someone he despised. He didn’t want to hate him - no, Steve was trying to be nice now, but since when had Eddie shown him the same effort?

“Fine.” Steve spun around and headed back to the bathroom so he could quickly slip the clothes on. They were, of course, a perfect fit. The pants were well worn and shaped to his body, the shirt soft and loose. The two men were about the same size, Steve noticed. 

“Fuck!” Eddie exclaimed from his room. Steve peeked out from the bathroom only to see Eddie trudging back out to meet him again. “I can’t miss school or I won’t graduate. And I have to graduate okay? I have to. So fine, Harrington. You win. I’ll work at Family Video tomorrow so you can keep your stupid job, and you’ll go back to high school for me. Sound good?”

Shit. Steve had no interest in going back to school. He wasn’t that good at it the first time around. 

“None of this is good, Munson.” Steve sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. Irritable. He felt a craving for cigarettes. God dammit, I have his fucking nicotine addiction. The residual smell of smoke in the trailer didn’t help. “Okay, yeah. You’ll work, I’ll go to school. We both have shit at stake.”

“Seems that way,” Eddie admitted. “Not that you’ll be any better in school than me. Maybe I should have body swapped with Nancy Wheeler or something -”

“I’m leaving.” Steve turned around and headed down the hall, picking up his car keys on the way to the front door. He paused, then turned back around. “People are gonna notice if I show up to work in your red van.”

“Yeah, like I wanna be seen showing up to school in your prissy car, Harrington,” Eddie called from out of sight. “I don’t care if people notice. Don’t let the door hit me in the ass on your way out.” 

Steve chuckled dryly at the humor and shook his head in disbelief. This was ridiculous. This was going to end in disaster. But what other choice did he have?

He got in his (nice, perfectly normal car) and drove back to his house. The light in his parent’s bedroom was on, which meant his mom had turned in for the night and would be sleeping soon. This was good, because he could sneak in without being noticed - which would surely have caused commotion. Steve wasn’t that close with his mom, but he was closer with her than he was his dad. She was just kind of distant. She didn’t really know Steve at all. If he tried to convince her of the body swap, he wouldn’t even know what he would say to prove his identity. 

Robin and Dustin on the other hand? Easy. Steve figured he could convince any of the Upside Down gang, if he had to. It was something to keep in mind when this whole thing inevitably got worse. 

He had to wake up early and go to goddamn high school in the morning. Jesus. At least he’d be leaving before his mom woke up. That crisis was averted, for now, but if this lasted through the next day he wouldn’t be so lucky.

He hoped as he crawled into bed that night that he would wake up in his own body. He wondered if this whole thing was payback for all the stupid shit he’d done years before. 

He thought that maybe, this is what he deserved.

-

Eddie hated Steve, and he hated being in Steve’s perfect, chiseled body. He hated that he had to wash the stupid green vest and put it back on in the morning, then act semi-normal at Family Video. He had to, because he did have something to lose after all. 

Wayne Munson had taken Eddie in a few years prior, and he’d been more than kind despite the amount of trouble Eddie frequently got into. Wayne didn’t ask questions about Eddie dealing drugs, or coming home after school with swollen knuckles and a chip on his shoulder. He supported Eddie through his failing senior year, then failing it again. 

But Wayne had made it abundantly clear that this year was Eddie’s last chance. If he didn’t graduate, he was cut off. 

It made sense, of course. Eddie didn’t blame Wayne for that decision. Eddie had grown complacent in high school, running Hellfire and avoiding all the future responsibilities he desperately wanted to avoid. He didn’t have much of a future anyway, so why hurdle himself towards it?

He wasn’t even bullied so much in school as much as he was avoided and hated. People thought low of him, but it was manageable. They feared him too, at least. 

He wanted to stay in his weird bubble, but if he did he’d end up on the streets, and probably be found dead somewhere. 

He wondered how he’d be treated in the world now that he looked like Steve. He imagined the difference would be vast. Of course it would be. Society was a prison for which there was no escape and no bail. 

Eddie hated Steve, and rightfully so. Steve had always been popular, charming, and adored. It was silly to think that years ago, Eddie had hoped that maybe Steve would be different. He hoped that Steve would be better than the others who looked down on anyone who didn’t come from money or who maybe looked a little different. 

The first few times Eddie had been the victim of harsh stares and rude comments, he’d looked for Steve’s face in the crowd and hoped he would speak up. Eddie gave him a few chances, and then he realized that Steve wasn’t better than those other assholes. If anything, he was worse. 

Eddie wanted to burn his whole world down.

(next chapter)

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2024 Book List

Books read: Approx. 14+ (some books missing from this list)

Trials of Apollo [1] - Rick Riordan

I was a Percy Jackson kid in the late stages of high school, I jumped on the train late, and never finished. Trials of Apollo made me want to read them again--especially because of references that I just did not fully understand as it called back to other books XD Apollo is the character of all time though, love to see this man now boy go through it. If anyone had to be humbled, I'm glad it was him so he could become a good dad in the future and possibly pass that on to the other gods (x to doubt).

Some Faraway Place [Audio Book] - Lauren Shippen

I'm still a Rose un-enjoyer, but the book itself was incredibly enjoyable. It fed my Damien Enjoyer cravings, and Rose's story in and of itself is interesting, between her family and relationships, but I just... don't vibe with her. It's okay to not like people, she's one of them, I don't hate her. Gave me intense inspo for a TBS game.

Jackaby [Audio Book] - William Ritter

Jackaby was an incredibly interesting book. While I can't put this one into words, it was highly enjoyable, and the narration was top notch! Supernatural, and banshees, and werewolves oh my. A funky little Sherlock Holmes type.

The Cure for Burnout [Ironically Unfinished] - Emily Ballestros

Hahaha.

Garlic and the Vampire [Graphic Novel] - Bree PaulsenGarlic and the Witch [Graphic Novel] - Bree Paulsen

Garlic is such a little baby, I love Bree Paulsen's graphic work, and that's all there is to say on the matter.

Into the Pit [Unfinished] - Scott Cawthon

LBR I just read it for the one story. Will try to finish the others another time.

Indebted to the Vampires [1] - Erin Bedford

UH. So it's host club fanfic with ocs, but bad host club fanfic. Also a little smutty, but just a little clunky. 

Wicked Appetite [Audio Book] - Janet Evanovich

It had an okay concept! The narration made it extra hard, and I hated Dissel's personality. The gluttony charms (gluttonoids??) had awful effects, and sure it made sense but I didn't like them dfdgh. A one off read.

Bride [Unfinished] - by Ali Hazelwood

LMAO I, couldn't do it. They named the girl Misery and- Despite this books placement on the page, I'm pretty sure I bought this book in January and just couldn't get through it. And then I read the content warnings on the website at the end of the year and I cant believe they just had this one sitting in the front of Target like a prize...

The Hunger Games [Book and Audio Book interchangably]

This book was better than I remember and yet more emotional (for me) than I remember. Just getting through that first iconic scene of Katniss volunteering for Prim made me teary and emotional. The way they all banded together the moment she did, a silent act of solidarity. That in itself felt like the true first moment of rebellion in a way. It's terrible to think of, kids so young, going into an arena knowing they're bound to die. And the twist of them being told they could both live, only to have it snatched away--if it were Cato and Glimmer(?), there would have been no hesitation, only Katniss could come up with a stunt like that. The worldbuilding was great, and I know we see more of it in the next book, I just have to... get to it. I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE DOG PART, AND I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT, WTF--Truly I must have blocked that part out. That was so rude dfghgj

Aisle Nine [Audio Book] - Ian X Cho

Black Friday apocalypse? Yeah. Post apocalyptic apocalyptic setting where the main characters are older teens working retail. The plot twist was interesting, the side characters were goofy (in a good way). A tale about hope in hopelessness, with a bit of that YA romance aspect sprinkled in. Wasn't *unbearable*, but end game was always apparent. I kept forgetting the MC's name throughout the story wheeeze (Sorry Casper- oop I mean Jasper). 

The Week Before [Dubiously Finished] - Scott Cawthon

Choose your own adventure of Ralph! Phone Guy gets a name! Phone Guy has a daughter,,, yeesh, poor guy. Fnaf's biggest fan and they did him dirty like this, can't believe.

Books I'm looking forward to finishing:

The Cinnamon Bun Book Store - Laurie Gilmore

Reflected Light - F.Nevarez

[annwrites24]

progress report, 27/11/2024

These are just some updates on my writing progress on ALL projects, published and unpublished. Detail under the cut:

Blood is Always Paid: Is kicking. my. ass. We got to the dark part, and now I struggle to write more than 200 words every time I sit down because I feel so terrible for Din and Isha (even though this is all my fault, my bad). I'm gonna try to work on it over Christmas, and hopefully there will be a fresh update in January. The chapters for this one are so long that it takes me a long time to stockpile them for posting while I'm busy, so it will take some time to get a backlog and I want that before I start posting again.

In the Stars: Will continue to be updated sporadically! It might go back to being my main fic; all my attention has been on maintaining BIAP, which is so intense that it consumes everything in my brain. But the chapters for this one are shorter, and I've got a good backlog ready, so starting Friday, we'll be back to regular updates on that! Yay!

Untitled Gladiator!Din Project: I need to write a long, drawn-out and dramatic combat scene (which I've already done a bunch for this one), and I hate that, so I'm dragging my feet. I am a smut writer, and I do not know why I thought combat would be similar. It is, but it also isn't, and it's not nearly as fun. BUT that's the last thing I have to write not including the two epilogues oops and then it will be ready! People voted for weekly updates, so I'll post it to my Ao3 and possibly here, too! When it's finished, I'll make an intro post for it so y'all can get an idea of the vibe before it goes up.

DINcember: I'm gonna do the lovely @dindjarindiaries DINcember challenge next month! They will be very short (under 500 words each so far) scenes that I will only post here daily, but at the end of the month, I will probably post them as a collection on Ao3!

And that's everything. Well, not everything; I have a secret experimental writing project that is NOT ready, so I'm just plugging away at it as I go. Sorry for being all over the place; if you're still reading my fics after all this inconsistency, I love you.

[nyantry]

Background - Significant Threads

If you're new here - or if you're old here but like season recaps - then boy do I got a treat for ya! Here's Nico and Dmitry's background, in the form of links to threads. Note that you'll have to hunt through my blog, since the blogs I'm replying to are gone. That's mostly fine though! I'm gonna try to save stuff to the Wayback Machine in the future to prevent this problem. No promises though.

Timeline (Chronological)

Teen Nico meets Luka, Dmitry's other identity. [ X ]

Luka meets Nico's bandmates - including Billie, who is actually Murmur in disguise. Yikes! [ X ]

Luka meets Nico's foster family - a ton of cool people. Forever in Luka/Dmitry's heart. [ X ]

Nico and Dmitry meet, talking about Sharknado of course. [ X ]

Dmitry is kidnapped by Dr. Jenner Chernabog, from Hell. In this one, Dmitry dies and his mission is given to him by the Archangel Samael: to save Nico the halfling. Dmitry accepts, unable to bear the thought of abandoning Nico. Additionally, Nico's wings are amputated, Dmitry's corpse's wings are grafted on as a replacement, and Ophelia (formerly Jack the Ripper) replaces Nico's heart with that of Dmitry's corpse's. Dmitry and Nico are now forever bound to each other. [ X | cw: torture ]

The graveyard thing, where Nico and Dmitry's soul are actually frankentied to each other's. Now they share one composite soul, an action that cannot be undone, even though both Heaven and Hell find it blasphemous. [ X | A ]

Context behind one of Nico's more important Hell trips - and one of the conversations Dmitry (in retrospect) found most pivotal. Something about how Nico sees & appreciates him sunk in. [ X ]

Rescuing Nova, Nico's mom. Super important. [ X ]

A wedding! It's a day for a glorious wedding! We never got around to the writing of it, but probably in a flashback thread later on, don't worry! Still, Nadya (Dmitry's mom) finds out he's alive, after all, and that he's getting married. This link is somewhere in the middle of the reblogs, sorry. [ X ]

Okay, so maybe Dmitry did actually steal a penguin. But in his defense, Gary is adorable, how could he not? [ X ]

Jovan died, oops. Actually, Nico killed Dmitry's friend Jovan. Bigger oops. Inspired by Freaky Friday. [ X ]

Dmitry shares his suicide note in his journal, for only Nico to see. Deeply personal. [ X ]

An unfortunate body switch between Nico and Luka, ending in Murmur getting involved, Dmitry technically dying, and an intoxicating soul-swimming session. [ X ]

And now we're here, four years later, after arguments about Nico's involvement with Murmur and Hell, and Dmitry feeling guilty about... a lot. [ X ]

Alternate Timelines

A - In another timeline, things don't go well. Nico steals Dmitry's corpse, Dmitry tries to get him back. Nico is too far in his delusions to let go of the corpse. [ X | #v: under the ash ]

B - Dmitry, as a 17yo, not dead yet, meets Bayden at a psychiatric facility, after murdering his father. [ X | #v: slit throat therapy ]

C - Hogwarts AU! Dmitry is a Ravenclaw, Nico is a Slytherin, they're both teens. Unfortunately, I'm working on tagging these posts, but probably if you search "Not Winston" it'll show up. [ X | #v: erised]

[ @iconoclast-infidels ]

[alarrytale]

*oops, sorry I post my ask before it wasn´t even half way finished so please ignore the previous one as I´m gonna write what I did in the previous one* Happy Friday Marte! I just found this quote by H.L*mbert - https://stylesnews.tumblr.com/post/685300710926073856/ok-look-when-it-comes-to-questions-about-harry and I´m wondering if I´m looking too deep into things so asking about your opinion - he said that his relationship with H is too private (I know, that favourite P-word again, sorry) and wondering if he can also meant it as HL is gay and so he of course very well know H is gay too but he´s closeted so he can´t actually say anything about him as saying "go too deep" + as they both are gays, he helps him with queercoding when it´s needed like f.e. MP´s premiere where H wore huge green flower what we read as a huge and loud queercoding based on O.Wilde. I mean, I admire HL as stylist because imo he really sets trends with his clients (and I see these trends month or two later in our local fashion magazines lol), I admire him as he´s openly gay and so he knows what he´s doing with H, they both call themselves Sue (gay slang) and remember that poster H gave him with words "Sue, all my love, be you always. G.A.Y. - Sue x" which I personally take as something really loud like H wrote this message which meant to be *p-word* but it made rounds on the internet (but of course only larries noticed how H used gay slang calling HL Sue and himself Sue as well). So I just take this quote like HL aknowledging he can´t basically say anything about H and how he has to be careful because he can´t out him. But maybe I´m just overthinking and so I would like to know your opinion.

Happy friday, anon!

Link. I love that H Lambert isn't spilling on H, because H's got too many people around him running their mouths. I'm tired of it, so this is very refreshing.

I agree with your take. I read it as Lambert saying in between the lines that H is closeted and is leading a double life so i can't say much in fear of exposing something i shouldn't, or lying about things i don't want to lie about. So he's chosing to not say anything or speak about him without his consent. It's also saying i respect our relationship too much and our common trust in each other too much, so i'm not going to share anything that could damage that trust. Not even accidentally. He's also saying that Harry is vulnerable around him and that it would be wrong to take advantage of that.

Good on Harry Lambert. A real friend.

[nancypullen]

A Day Off

Hallelujah! What a perfect day. I worked until six o'clock on Wednesday and practically danced out of the library. I have been rotating between the information desk and the circulation desk and the good citizens of this county have worn me out. The last several days have been a bit wonky. There were ten thousand calls asking if we have free eclipse glasses -we didn't, but could direct you to a place that does and/or provide instructions for making your own viewer out of a cereal box and aluminum foil. There was an event giving away free laptops to qualifying residents that was like the last flight out of Saigon. In the words of an unflappable coworker, "There was chaos in every corner of the building." Don't even get me started about Mercury being in retrograde. Like I said, wonky. Saturday was actually quite nice because it was opening day for Little League and there was a parade down Market Street with plenty of cute kids. When I arrived home on Saturday the Edgewater gang showed up and we celebrated Mr. Pullen's birthday. Jamie and I convinced the fellas to accompany us to a greenhouse to hunt for some plants, a greenhouse that the grandgirl said was "in the middle of nowhere". She wasn't wrong. We came home with lots of lovelies for the gardens, a successful trip! This is my favorite picture snapped over the weekend. Tyler and Jamie in a chess battle on the front porch. Never say it's not exciting around here.

I was back to work on Monday (eclipse day) for three busy days, and now I'm free! We delayed our trip to Lancaster for a day to let the bad weather blow through, so we'll leave in the morning, stay over Friday night, and come home later on Saturday. I'm anticipating some fun. Speaking of fun, here's another photo I loved. I'm pretty sure that I'm allowed to post this because she's masked. No one could ever identify her from this photo (and I've been good for six years). I'll delete if they ask. Anyway, this is our little miss on Monday. Isn't it cute pic?

Fast forward to today and I've shed all of the work nonsense and I'm feeling quite content. I spent the entire morning weeding and preparing flower beds, then planting some of the pretties that I picked up at Ball Greenhouses last week. I know I'm early, but these are hardy girls. If Mother Nature turns fickle I'll just be the crazy lady running around tossing sheets over gardens. Wouldn't be the first time. It's a small price to pay for the happiness of today. Working the dirt and dreaming of the blooms to come was good for my soul. I needed this day. Another little something that has recently delighted me is this stuff.

Because I'm at work for nine hours, I have recently become addicted to sugary, fattening, fancy coffee drinks. I'd zip through Starbucks on my lunch break and pick up an iced caramel macchiato , then I started buying the bottles at the grocery store and filling my big sippy cup (that I normally use for water) in the mornings. I was adding way too many calories to my day. So, I searched for a healthier replacement drink that would still give me the boost - and I found it! I'm not on Atkins or Keto or any of those diets, but I definitely appreciate the low sugar/carb count. This protein shake has the same amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee, with added protein and fiber. It's a win! I can have this for breakfast and feel no guilt. Getcha' some! This post is sort of all over the place, sorry about that. I don't have a lot to say and I didn't sit down with a plan. I just opened my laptop and wanted to say hi. I do miss having more time to spend being silly here. The older I get the less I care about being silly. Look at these cool sunglasses I bought in a little shop in Chestertown. Silly for a woman my age? Yes. Do I care? Absolutely not.

I just notice that my name tag for work is all jacked up by my seatbelt. Hope I straightened that out once I got there, but I don't remember doing it. Oops. Several of you have asked about whether or not I'm enjoying my job. It's complicated. I've mentioned my lovely coworkers, I've mentioned that I'm having fun doing the displays, there are plenty of positives. I'm trying to focus on what I have gained and not what I have lost. I do miss having time for hobbies, doing more than work, eat, sleep, repeat. Of course, as I type this I'm looking ahead to three days off - wonderful! The 16th will mark three months in my position, so I do feel I've given it a fair shake...and I just don't know. I'm really pouring a lot of energy, creativity, and effort into this job and I do feel that it's appreciated. They are very nice to me and pay me adequately. I'm just undecided if it's a fair trade for my freedom. I mostly talk about the fun parts, the nice parts, but there are also the not-so-fun parts. A surprising number of books are returned with bed bugs. We have two large "stink boxes" that are usually full of books returned that reek of everything from cigarette smoke, pot, or just general funk. They sit in there with charcoal rocks until they're bearable. Lots of people are rude, really rude. I got used to that when I was in the airline industry, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant. I could go on, couldn't we all? No job is ever perfect, and in the past I tolerated the unpleasant aspects because I had no choice. I don't have to do that anymore. I've been asked to take on some summer programming work - fun activities with kids, outreach booths at festivals, that sort of thing. I'm looking forward to that, and it's been a while since I've had things to look forward to. Well, that's not true. I've had loads of fun family stuff that happened and even a trip to Ireland in the last year, but as far as having something that gives me a chance to actually use my brain and any meager talents I have - this is the first chance since we left Tennessee. I just wish it wasn't so exhausting. Is that just me being sixty? It's kind of funny that I'm twenty to thirty years older than nearly everyone I work with, but they're all so tired. I don't want to scare them about getting older, but I feel like I should drop hints like, "I hope you like ibuprofen..." or "Enjoy those cute shoes while you can..." Honestly, I work circles around most of them, and I shouldn't. Where is their energy? I have to admit that when I'm shelving, and for some reason all of our shelves have books at floor level (why??), it is not fun getting up and down. I actually love shelving because the more books I touch the more familiar I am with the collection, but that bottom shelf will be the death of me. I snapped this picture last week when I was processing books. Some were going out to other libraries, some had been requested locally and were going on our hold shelf, some were being checked in and returned to our shelves.

That back wall is my work area. To the left you can see some of the 50+ craft bags that I assembled to go home with our little visitors. I love those. They have all of the supplies and instructions needed to complete a small craft. To the right of the craft bags are a couple of shelves of books pulled for mending or labeling. Under the desk are the infamous stink boxes. I wish they'd let me decorate this work room. It needs color and art. It should be pretty. Pretty isn't very important around here. That's definitely something I miss about the south. I put a little bit of the south into one of my small displays. We have a good collection of cookbooks here, so I grabbed a tablecloth and sign from our house, and voila!

This hardly counts as a display - just two pieces of decor and some books, but it's working - people are checking out cookbooks! I swap them out every couple of days to keep it interesting. Here's another little bit of nothing - just pillow stuffing glued to cardstock for clouds, the raindrops are cardstock and string. Rainy Day Reads!

See what I mean? None of it is great (I have no budget!) but it's the fun part. So much of the rest is exhausting. They're advertising for a couple of new positions, so maybe if they find the right people I could work fewer hours. If that were the case I could do this for a long time. I'm already cooking up some fun ideas for May. I have my book lists ready and one display will definitely be "Once Upon a Crime..." complete with crime scene tape and a chalk body outline on the floor (actually white painters tape). I may do a Sci-Fi display with an alien saying, "Take me to your reader." We have a huge biography section though, so I probably should use those instead. I could make a giant name tag, like the ol' "Hello, my name is______" that we've all had to wear at some point. I could put up a sign that says Meet someone new, try a biography and put out a variety of interesting people - founding fathers to modern musicians, CoCo Chanel to Sally Ride. Anywho, just letting those ideas rattle around in my brain. I'll figure it out. Wow, I've rambled far too long and it's all disjointed and kooky. I guess I was overdue for a visit here. I'm happy today because I'm home. I hope that you're happy too, or at least on your way to being happy. I suppose we all have to figure out what that means for us, and where it is for us. I know it's not on that damn bottom shelf at the library.

The mister is turning off lights and heading for bed, so I guess that's my cue. We'll run off to Lancaster in the morning so I'll be back on Sunday to share a bit of that with you. It may be nothing but Amish buggies in the rain, but I have a feeling we'll find some fun. If you've made it all the way to the end of this snoozefest of a post, give yourself a cookie. You deserve it. Consider yourself hugged. Stay tuned for the Griswolds' adventures in Pennsylvania Dutch country! Until then, stay safe, stay well, and know how very much I've missed you. XOXO, Nancy

[mahisquared]

Friday I'm In Love Ch 2

Rating: Teen

Word count: 4292

AN: Drug mention

Fic summary: When Elfie comes to Gravity Falls to help her friend propose, she wasn't expecting to experience the wildest summer of her life. With the return of demonic forces imminent, Elfie must band together with the Pines family, and finds love along the way.

I hope you all enjoy the second chapter! You can find it right here!

~

“So what was this about an apology?” Elfie asked, finally stepping out of the house. She was now appropriately clothed, much to the relief of the two men standing before her.

"I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for, y’know, insulting your friend and stuff. That uh. Was pretty shitty of me. So yeah. Sorry ‘bout that,” Stan said, kicking the ground and scuffing his shoe. “I won’t do it again. I hope you can forgive me.”

There was a small silence, and Elfie looked at him critically.

“Not the greatest apology in the world, but I’ll take it,” she finally said.

“What do you want, a glittery sticker and a kiss on the cheek?” Stan said grumpily, crossing his arms. Soos elbowed him hard and Elfie smiled.

~

It was too long to put in this post oops, so you'll have to access it through the link!

[doesnotloveyou]

Definitely Miami

already posted the AO3 link to this, but i'm so silly I forgot I can just post the whole thing

Warnings: Teen rating for suggestive content

Length: Flashfic/ficlet/drabble

Summary:

Sonny reflects on his past romances while trying not to make a huge mistake with a certain French bombshell.

Sonny's love life had felt like falling down stairs for a long time now. Each time he hit another step he swore he'd find his balance and stop before he hit the bottom, that the next step would be the last. Except the staircase was much steeper than he'd expected, and Burnett attracted gravity like a lead weight.

Caroline, his best love, mother to his amazing little boy who was growing bigger every day, broke his heart by using her head. She wanted out and he couldn't blame her. The job was more home to him than she was. His ex-wife and his boy had hugged him goodbye and left for better things.

Gina, his girl Friday, got her heart crushed by some jackass who wined and dined her before taking on another chick without so much as an "oops, sorry.” She definitely still loved him, but that wound was festering and neither of them wanted to look at it. He didn't even know why he'd done it, but he knew he didn’t deserve to be taken back.

Brenda, the 'other woman,' the one who was out of his league. The one who somehow thought she could succeed where Caroline had cut her losses. A pretty fantasy to wake up to but one that nearly cost him his real partner. She was never meant to be.

Margaret was the first sign that the staircase was steeper than imagined. New York City was bewildering enough without some chic blonde in a penthouse spinning him like a top. Even once the curtain had fallen she still tried to manipulate him back into her bed. He'd prefer to forget about Margaret sooner than later.

Now Callie. Ice cube to wipe her sweat, Callie. Kept him up thinking about her during a heatwave, Callie. How she twisted him around one manicured finger before running that hand up her leg. She came on too hard, turned him off; exuding pure sex was not a look he desired. But it sure as hell clung to his brain like a parasite.

The tortured love angle tugged viciously at his heart strings. He was in this job to protect people like her, but people like her were starting to go too far. His head was slamming the brakes while his heart floored it; it's a ripoff, but what if it isn't, trust your gut, she looks so scared, she could have left him by now, you know it's never that simple.

Sonny felt guilty for how bad he wanted it to be real. Because if it were real then Callie was really in an abusive relationship. Her tears, her fear, her pain. All of it would have to be real and he'd currently be hunting down the animal that terrorized her. Yet, the stink of a rotten deal was all over that woman, and here he was following it like a starving dog. 

During the four hours he devoted to sleep, drenched in summer sweat and wearing as little as possible, Sonny would bear down on the bunched up blanket and pillows to take the edge off. Callie was either a victim or a snake, and either way he shouldn't touch her.

At the end of each night though, his bed was empty, his heart full, and he wasn't getting any younger.

In the safehouse, Callie parted open her bathrobe and he fell with her into the bed. The trouble then was knowing exactly where to start. She was an unguarded sports car, top down, keys in the ignition, tank full, engine purring, upholstery gleaming. He was dressed as a criminal, talking like one, thinking like one. There was compassion in his heart and a full-bodied woman in his arms. No one knew where they were, and she wanted the touch of a kind man so desperately she was practically forcing herself on him. It was all so perfect. 

Out of left field the bickering between his head and heart was overruled. His conscience got him out of that bed. He pulled his clothes back together. He walked away.

[acealistair]

got tagged a while ago now by @swanfey to list 10 songs i have on repeat at the moment, i'm finally feeling okay enough to listen to music again so i can actually do this now :'D (that being said, unfortunately bc i went a few weeks without listening to much, some of these songs are the same as the music tag meme i did back in late april oops)

Ruby with the Sharpest Lies - Des Rocs (literally just discovered that one last night and i know it's gonna be on repeat for a while lmao)

The Magic 8 - Set It Off

The King and Queen of Gasoline - Hot Milk

LITTLE ONE - Animal Sun

Hot Mess - Friday Pilots Club

What You Wanted - Shinedown

Sweet Talk - Saint Motel

SHUT UP - Hayes Warner

My Stupid Heart - Walk off the Earth

literally Burn the Ballroom's entire discography lol

i'm writing this at 1 am so unfortunately no brainpower to tag others sorry ;v; but anyone is welcome to do it if it tickles your fancy, tag me and i'll check out the songs you post!

[venus-haze]

WIP Wednesday (Friday oops) thank you so much for tagging me @flaggermuser!

Since I'm posting a Bo fic next week, take some of the Soldier Boy x Reader casting couch fic that I did a lot of work on yesterday.

“What got you into the supe business?” he asked while you threw back your third shot of the night.

You giggled, the alcohol and his presence making you feel uncharacteristically bubbly. “I’m going to sound like such a kiss ass if I say it.”

“Now I gotta hear it.”

“You did—Don’t look at me like that, it’s true! Oh my god I drove my parents crazy talking about you when I was growing up. Your D-Day speech from ‘The Soldier Boy Story’ was my senior yearbook quote.”

He licked his lips, “Yeah? Was I the first guy you got yourself off to?”

“Excuse me?”

“C’mon, I didn't get voted America’s sexiest supe two decades running without being finger-banging material. So what was it? Poster on the ceiling? Magazine under the pillowcase?”

“Poster on the ceiling,” you answered quietly, the lightness you’d felt in his presence suddenly feeling oppressively dark as he nearly gave you whiplash at how quickly he shifted the tone of the conversation.

“Which one?”

“You’re standing on a tank, and the tank gun is sticking out between your legs—“

He grunted in approval. “That one’s a classic. You’ve got great taste, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry," you said with a nervous smile, "what does this have to do with Payback?”

“Everything. I mean, it’s my team. Wouldn’t wanna work with someone who doesn’t like me,” he said, as if asking a prospective hire about their masturbatory history was normal. “I need people on my team who respect me and know how to take orders. No second guessing when the going gets tough.”

His intense gaze made you feel six inches tall, looking up at the looming symbol of American heroism. You may as well have been standing at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial, trying to scale your way up Honest Abe with your bare hands. The implication of his words weren’t what caused your sudden feelings of discomfort, but rather frustration at your own naivete for going into this so-called interview without considering this would happen. Stars were born under pressure, you knew as much from your powers, but figuratively, it’s how things worked in Hollywood too. Thinking Vought would be an exception to the rule was laughably short-sighted. 

Even if you didn’t get into Payback, you’d already admitted your long-standing infatuation to his face. You’d fantasized about him, imagined he’d be every bit of the all-American dream man and then some. The place in your heart that was still filled with mushy nostalgia for the world’s first superhero hardened to stone before you could blink. Turning him down would be weak posturing at best and get you on Vought’s shit list at worst. 

“I’m a team player. I’ll do whatever it takes,” you said.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere a little more private, then?”

No pressure tags: @ventiswampwater @crash-and-cure @raccoonspooky @zaras-really-dreamless @rottent33th @powerofelvis @elvisabutler @blindmagdalena @its-monster-mash