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organic-guacamole · 3 years ago

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I've got a lot of thoughts on this finale.

starting with the length.

27 minutes? really?

I'm not asking for a 2 hour episode but cmon, at least give us something closer to 40 minutes.

next, the characters

the characters just didn't feel like themselves, especially portwell.

all season long we saw how much potential they had, how well communicated they were, how good they were at being a proper, healthy couple, and now they just can't talk to each other?

it doesn't feel like them.

portwell had arguably the best set up of all the other ships, they showed us how good they had the potential to be only to throw in a cheap plot to wrap it up? I would understand that they want some angst to make the ending all the more satisfying, but this was pathetic.

there I said it.

of all the ways to add drama in a ship, don't use the one that completely contradicts their entire development.

paired with the length of the episode, it seemed even more poorly written.

here I made a lovely, handy dandy homemade graph to represent how I see portwell's storyline:

as i said before, we saw the build up being nearly perfect. they peaked during episodes 9-11 because they just had the chemistry, the communication, and the most potential to be the endgame couple.

they just got eachother.

then we get Jamie popping in for 10 seconds and erasing a lot of that, only for mediator Ashlyn to jump in and solve their problems.

then there's the "kiss".

I know that Sofia is underage and that even if she/her legal guardians consent to the kiss, the writers can still decide not to show it, but still. In my opinion, if you're not going to show the kiss, then don't bother.

there are other ways to establish a relationship that would work better in this situation. Of course if they get together they'll have to kiss sometime, but one way they could postpone it is by having Gina be a bit more reluctant to give away her first kiss like that. it could also show how accomodating EJ is.

I like to think that Gina is very meticulous when making decisions so she'll probably want to be very sure of the relationship before giving him her first kiss. perhaps she'd stick to cheek kisses until she's ready, and then she kisses him and he's surprised.

that would've been, in my opinion, a sufficient way to hold off the kiss while still wrapping up portwell until season 3 when Sofia would be 18 (assuming they get picked up for S3 this summer then start filming fall-winter. Sofia will be 18 in January).

as my friend @rtcosley (idk why it's not letting me tag them, so their page is linked) said,

"They created like 10 plots

And instead of wrapping it up

They added 4 more"

there's just so much more they could've done...it's the season finale for crying out loud.

I get that seblos already had (what I assume is) their storyline for the season, the fight and resolution. Ignoring the fact that that only lasted for 2 episodes and didn't have anything to do with what we were expecting, (i.e.the financial differences between their families, as mentioned in episode 1, the fact that everyone treats seb like he's stupid, this being carlos' first show and the drama that the stress of that caused, etc.), seblos had to purpose this episode than to stand next to eachother and be gay.

I get that they're not part of the core four or anything, but the poster for season 2 has all of them, as opposed to season 1 just being the core four.

They deserved better, just like redlyn and kowie.

redlyn's arc was pretty early in the season compared to the other ships. they had Ashlyn confessing her insecurities in episode 3, antoine stirring the pot of confusion and causing a bit of distance between them briefly, and then big red confessing his goals and plans for the future in episode 8 and for the rest of it, we just see them getting closer and more comfortable with each other and caring about each other more and more.

they had a good arc together.

but that's just it. I wanted to see them have their own arcs. but then again, this show can't seem to balance multiple storylines. I think it is possible, but not when they keep adding new characters that don't contribute anything much to the story(more on that later).

kowie's storyline is... confusing.

I really like their dynamic, how carefree and happy Kourtney gets around him, how she's remaining true to herself and managing a million and one things, plus a relationship in her own without losing herself to it all.

but the main issue I have is that the entire development was never shown.

we went from strangers, to coworkers, to friends that flirt, to lovers that text constantly and went on numerous dates (and Howie met her mother at some point). but all of that, was off screen.

it's like the writers made every episode with them in it kind of thrown in at a new stage of relationship progression and said "here, accept this, no questions asked because we don't have answers"

I just wish we could've seen more of howie trying to get in her good side again after episode 7 because it seems like that's when a lot of it happened.

I appreciate the Rini scene in this episode, seems to be the very end of them, for good this time.

i'm happy about that.

Ricky especially deserves to be free for a while to focus on his development, and Nini has the chance now to really shine through her talents and make a name for herself.

The Rini storyline is the only one I'm fully satisfied with.

now, that being said;

what the heck are they trying to pull with Lily and Ricky rn???

just like that.

after lily being the villain this whole season, they're just gonna not redeem her and then have her confess her feelings to Ricky, a guy she barely knows and only talked to to harass and intimidate, and for him to reject her publicly then call her afterwards?

please I hope it's just to say "you dropped something, here it is and never contact me again, thanks." /hj

speaking of the villains, this season was promoted as the season of rivalry between North and East High right? so why did that plot idea only progress in about 3 out if 12 episodes?

we got Zackey Roy in there for a few episodes then he disappeared, Lily just caused Gina to stay true to her friends in episode 2 and 7 and then basically did nothing else?

this is what I mean by the new characters providing nothing to the show.

the writers can't manage having so many characters and plots at once so they start so many promising arcs, only to kick them aside later on.

we already know that the first half of the season felt like filler episodes, so I think they could've cut those down to leave room for the more important plots to take root, rather than have them pop up and get rushed at the end of the season.

all that, and they just add 4 more plots at the end of the season.

this post sounds very negative looking back...but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm just very very disappointed.

I love this show so much and I really expected better for the season finale, especially if they don't know if it's getting renewed or not.

given the IMDB ratings of this episode so far, I don't have very high expectations for the renewal, but I'm still hopeful because this show is a great thing, one of the best things that happened to me over the course of this quarantine. I've become so attached to this show, the cast and the friends I made through it, that I don't know what I would do if it just ends like this. writing these reviews and posts about this season has been so fun for me to do and thinking that this may be the very last one is a painful thought.

I'm sorry if you were expecting this post to be as light-hearted as my other posts about the episodes, I just had a lot to say about this episode in particular.

all my episode posts are tagged with "#guac's episode text blocks :)" in case you wanna read through and reminisce the simpler times🥲

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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 4 years ago

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What about a fic where reader gets stuck in a storm (sand storm?) and anakin has to come to the rescue? Bonus points for fluff

I Don’t Like Sand // Anakin X Reader One shot.

A/N: So I literally did the opposite of fluff I am so sorry! This may or may not be the crigiest thing I’ve ever written, idk!

Warnings: Angst! So much angst! but a lil fluff! mentions of injury, mentions of death and grief.

Word count: 1K

“Come on.” You pleaded through gritted teeth, attempting to start the uncooperative speeder for the thousandth time. Shoulders slumped in defeat, you finally gave up making the blasted thing work and rested your forehead against the handle bars with a sigh.

Surrounding you was an endless sea of sand, stretching out as far as the eye could see. It swallowed every visible inch of land. The heat of the unforgiving sun stung the exposed skin of your neck, but you were too defeated to care about it. Your eyes took in the way the sun cast it golden glow over the dunes, highlighting their tones of red and yellow. It was almost beautiful.

Although it wasn't Tatooine, the similarities between the two planets were undeniable, and it seemed that you were not the only one to make that connection. The moment you and Anakin set foot on the ground he changed. His usual playful demeanor faded away, leaving a cold, reserved Anakin in its place. With everything he’s been through, I can’t really blame him. You thought, remembering what he had told you of his life as a slave.

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you sat up straight and grabbed your comlink. Guess I gotta call Ani if I want to get out of here anytime soon. As you went to dial him, you felt a slight gust of wind brush against your back, an odd contrast to the hot, still air that filled the desert. Looking up, you noticed the sky had turned an ominous gray. That can’t be good.

The com link came to life in your palm, Anakin’s voice coming through. “Y/n, have you reached the destination?”

“Negative.” You replied. “The speeder broke down and I can’t fix it. Looks like I’ll need a lift.” The sky grew ever darker around you, and the wind began to carry the sand along with it, swirling it about before it fell back to the ground. “And soon.”

“I’m on my way.” He said before hanging up, a sense of urgency heavy in his tone.

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Anakin walked quickly to the ship, a purpose in his step and an aura of intense focus surrounding him. He didn't stop to tell anyone where he was going, there wasn't any time. Anakin climbed into his ship, the clones around paying him no mind. As he began to fiddle with the controls, he was unable to stop the slight shake in his hand. He took off out of the base into the sky as tendrils of sand swirled higher and higher, devouring the darkening horizon. Sand. He hated everything it represented for him, all the memories it brought back. using his ship’s tracker, he locked onto your coordinates.

Anakin had seen plenty of sandstorms as a boy and knew of all the horrible things that happened to people unlucky enough to find themselves stuck in one. And by the Maker, he wasn't going to let any of them happen to you.

It was beginning to get hard to see through the debris, and the wind shook the ship so fiercely that it became a challenge to get a steady grip on the controls. A lesser pilot would have been thrown to the ground almost immediately. But not Anakin. He focused all of his energy on keeping the ship steady, at any rate it was an excuse to avoid the memories of Tatooine.

Memories of sand storms so thick you could see a foot in front of you, the kind where dust snuck in under the nooks and crannies of doorways and windows, stinging your eyes and lungs. He remembered all the people he witnessed attempting to brave the sand dunes of Tatooine, only to be swallowed up by desert storms, never to be seen from again. Or worse, the ones who did come back. The ones who were dragged back into the spaceport on the brink of death, dehydrated from days laying in the heat, too exhausted to move, skin burnt to a crisp from the harsh suns.

No! He reprimanded himself, tightening his grip on the wheel until it was borderline painful. Focus. The wind was beyond crazy now, making the ship tremble under its wrath, a sheen of gray completely obscuring the once unforgiving sun. Maker what if he couldn’t find you? What if you fixed the speeder and tried to get away only to crash it? What if I’m too late?

He'd been late before. To save innocent refugees, political officials. Shimi. He would never forget that night, riding across the sand dunes as fast as the spreader would allow, pushing the machine to its limits, the same sense of dread and fear that filled him then writhed inside of his chest once again.

And then there was the blinding sadness when he saw her broken body lying on the sand covered floor of the Tuskin hut, the all encompassing helplessness and shame. He’d failed. And the feeling of holding her in his arms as life fled from his mother’s eyes…

No! He would not let that happen again, he would not let that happen to you!

Anakin glanced down at the tracking signal again to see your location so agonizingly close. He lowered the ship towards the ground, frantically searching for signs of life through the dusty haze covering the windshield. There! He could just make out the silhouette of a figure and a speeder in front of him. He lowered the ship as close to the ground as he could before opening the door, doing his best to keep it steady.

He ran towards the entrance, holding his hand up to block him from the sand blasting into the ship, waiting to see any sign of you. Out of the gray sandy haze, your figure appeared, jogging into the ship and closing the door behind you.

“An-Anakin!” You called, coughing up the dust from your throat. Though you were covered in layers of dirt, he wasted no time wrapping you in a bone crushing hug.

“Maker, I’m so glad you're ok! Next time let me check your speeder before you leave, or take some clone with you, better yet-“

You pulled back from him. “Ani, I’m fine.” You reassured him, a gentle smile spreading across your face as you cupped his face in your hand. “Thank you for coming to get me baby.” You stared deep into his eyes, seeing the fear and turmoil that laid inside him. “It was only a little storm, I would have been fine.”

“I know.” He responded, his voice wavering just the tiniest bit.

You paused, attempting to find the right words. “I know being somewhere like this isn't easy for you. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I...just,” he looked down at you, to your expression so full of love, your eyes, holding the same caring compassion that his mothers had. He pulled you back against him, tighter. “I don’t like sand.”

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dallas-owns-my-ass · 5 years ago

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Bad For My Rep.

Paring: Dallas Winston x Singer! Reader

Summary: Reader gets forced to sing in a choir as a form of community service.

Warnings: idk cursing, smoking, vandalizing, prison?

Tag List: @staygoldponebone @botanicaldarling @rosecoloureddudez @shepards-love

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I shook the spray paint can again and held down the button, watching the black line grow in the direction that I moved my hand. I loved everything about spray paint. The sound it makes when you spray or shake it. The variety of colors. The whole style of street art in general. It was something we had to ourselves, us kids in the street. I finished it off, taking a step back and just looking at it. West Side motherfuckaaa. I thought to myself as I chuckled.

“How you gonna like laughing about that in prison?”

I whipped my head around to see a cop. A very unamused cop. Fuck. I scanned my surroundings, debating running or not. His car blocked one of the exits and his partner’s in the other. My chances were slim to nonexistent, so being logical for once, I decided to hold my ground. Better to go out like a man right?

“You know vandalizing’s a crime? No you probably didn’t. What would some wasted thug know about anything?” he laughed, finding himself amusing. I smirked as I responded.

“If that’s what you think”

“C’mon we’re taking your ass right back to jail, and you can explain to a judge why you were out at 3 am spraying gang signs on a public structure.” He pushed me against the wall, handcuffing me. Damn. I really was about to go back to jail. I just got out too. Dally’s gonna kill me.

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I was not looking forward to that phone call. But I had to do it if I wanted a chance of getting out of here. I reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed his number. After a couple of seconds, he picked up.

“Hello?” his voice was deep and raspy. He probably just woke up.

“Hey baby”

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Man, something doesn’t always have to be wrong for me to call my boyfriend”

“Doll, it’s three in the morning... What happened?”

“Y’know, it’s not really a big deal or anything but.... I may or may not have got arrested again. And I kinda need you to come down here and see if you can bail me out or something.” He let out a long sigh.

“Babe, how many times have I told you to be more careful?” He was angry. Not that I blamed him though. I would be angry too. I did get angry when he got arrested for some stupid shit. It was my own fault for being careless.

“Were you drinking again? Uhh Y/N, how could you be so careless? Do you know what could’ve happened to you if you happened to stumble across the wrong kinda guy? Do you know what happens to pretty, intoxicated, young girls at night on the streets Y/N!”

“Yes...” I responded my voice trailing off sheepishly. I hoped it wasn’t evident in my tone that I was hurt. I hated when he yelled at me. And I hated that he was always right. He let out a long sigh.

“Of course you do. I’m sorry for yellin’ at you doll. It’s just that I can’t help worrying for you. You’re all I got. Besides, if anyone dared to mess with you, you’d kick their ass. You’re one tough broad.” I could feel the smirk on his face as he said that. “I’ll be down at the station in a couple of minutes baby.” He said as he hung up.

He groaned as he approached the cell where I was being held. That couldn’t be good.

“Babe, they said there ain’t no bail this time” Shit. I was either going to jail for a couple more months or getting a shitload of community service hours. Hopefully the latter.

“Eeh, don’t worry about it Dal”

“I’ll just get a few months, that’s all.”

“Yeah but those months gonna feel like forever without you there.”

“I’ll be out before you know it. You should go get some sleep baby, it’s late. Or should I say early now?” I leaned in to kiss him through the cell bars. We only got a quick peck before the police officer yelled at us.

“Fuck him.” Dally mumbled before leaning in again. The officer basically dragged him out of there after that. I smiled. Classic Dally.

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There I was, sitting in my defendant chair, at my trial. Fun times. Dally, Johnny, and Sodapop came. Dally, because he had to, Johnny because he’s my best friend, and Sodapop simply because he had nothing better to do.

“Due to past offenses and lack of change in behavior from past prison sentences, I sentence Ms Y/L/N to 45 hours of community service, which can be completed in the span of 35 days at the local church.”

“With umm, all due respect your honor, can I just go to jail instead. Y’know sweeping floors and shit just ain’t really my thing.” I looked at Dally. He was smirking, trying to suppress a laugh or something. I sent a nasty glare his way.

“That type of profanity will not be tolerated in this courtroom Ms. Y/L/N, don’t make me tell you again. And I believe there is a choir that is in need of young members.”

“A choir?” I questioned, unimpressed. “You want me to go sing to God for spray painting some bridge? That just messed up man” Soda started laughing, apparently finding this whole situation amusing. “I ain’t takin’ yall to my court shit no more”

I walked out of the courtroom, Dally trailing along behind me. To say I was pissed was an understatement. How was she gonna make me go sing at some church and say that it’s community service. I mean, yeah I had a good voice, but you just don’t go walking around singing here, it was a quick way to get your ass kicked. Besides, I was supposed to be some hardened criminal or something. You ever see some hardened criminal dancing around on some stage. No. And you can bet your ass you won’t. That’s just how things work around here, and some people aren’t ever going to understand that.

“C’mon babe, it’s not that bad” he grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him. “I mean at least you’re not locked up somewhere, ‘cause we can still do stuff you know?” he winked. Of course that’s what he thought of, but I couldn’t help but smile. Dallas just had that effect on people. He could make ‘em laugh if he knew them real well. I leaned in for a kiss.

“Yeah I guess it ain’t so bad.”

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“I gotta wear this?” I almost yelled, holding up the choir robe.

“Why yes dear, it’s mandatory for all performances. Lucky for you, this is only a practice.” the nun replied. I was going to have to change that.

The nun lead me into the music room. The room got silent the moment I entered. They all recognized me, either from the paper, news, or they saw me in the midst of doing something illegal. This would be the last place they all expected me to show up. But here I was. They soon all resumed what they were doing, going back to their chatter and practicing riffs and other stuff among those activities. A young woman approached me. She was a little taller than me, skinny with straight red hair and thick glasses. She looked familiar somehow.

“Bass, alto, or soprano?” she asked. “I don’t sing.”

“Alto.” she stated. She clapped her hands twice. All the students looked up, and got into their places without even mumbling another word. These guys must be strict. Here’s the little problem with that. I don’t follow rules very well. I never have, and I’ll never care to learn. She dragged me over and placed me in the middle section, in the front. Great, I thought. Now she’s gonna be watching every little thing I do. She sang out “la la la la la la la” and everyone else repeated it back to her. Yeah I wasn’t really feeling that so I didn’t. She repeated the exercise for the third time, and after seeing me not doing it, she pointed at me and called me to the front, right next to her. Here we go again. “la la la la la la la”. I once again ignored her attempt to make me sing. I wasn’t going to do it. Sorry man, it’s bad for my rep. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t want to sing, I loved to. It’s just that I didn’t want to sing in front of a group of people just for them to laugh at me. She closed her hand, silencing everyone else.

“La la la la la la” I just stared at her and shook my head nonchalantly. She was persistent for she repeated it again. Realizing she wasn’t going to stop until I did, I sung it back quietly and purposely off-key. She shook her head and did it again. This time I sung it right, but still quietly. She nodded her head and smiled, as she made the rest of the choir resume. We continued this and practiced some other classic gospel songs for the rest of the time. 4:30, finally. I went to leave, following all the other students out, but her voice rang out.

“Y/L/N, stay after.” Great. Just what I needed.

“Why weren’t you singing?”

“I was” I corrected.

“Doing the bare minimum required is not singing. I know that the only reason you are here is to fulfill your service hours and then go back to being a menace to society after but, while you are here you will not be a burden to my choir. And yes you may have been mumbling the words to the songs incorrectly, but unless you are adding something to the group, you are a burden. So you may want to consider contributing something to this group. Is that understood?”

“Yeah I guess. I just don’t know what you think I can ‘contribute to this group’. I ain’t got no talent or nothing. All’s I got is drugs and street smarts man.”

“As I heard before, you have a nice voice, which can be contributed by singing the lead to out next song, don’t you think?”

“No I don’t think so. If you think I’m gonna get up and sing by myself in front of God knows who, you’re crazy.”

“Whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to sing while you’re here, so you might as well try.” she urged, grabbing sheet music and handing it to me. She sat down at the piano. “I’m assuming you’re familiar with ‘Oh Happy Day’?” I nodded in response. “So sing it” she said as she started playing the rhythm on the piano.

“Oh happy day” I almost mumbled. She stopped playing.

“Sing out, nobody’s here to judge you” she started playing from the beginning again.

‘Oh happy day.” I repeated, this time a little louder and clearer. “C’mon you aint gonna scare no one.”

“Oh happy day” I sung out loudly, my voice vibrating off the walls of the tiny room. “Now you got it.”

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I was sitting on the couch, my head on Dally’s shoulder, watching Mickey Mouse with the bois.

“So, Y/N, you gonna be singin’ in the choir this Sunday huh?” Soda asked, even though he already knew the answer. “Mhmm” I responded curtly, not wanting anyone else in the gang to know about it.

“Blimey Y/L/N, I didn’t know you were in a choir.” Two-Bit explained. “You should’ve told us Y/N, we would’ve came if it meant so much to you.”

“Lay off it Two-Bit, it’s for community service.” I said, rolling my eyes, lighting a cigarette. That was the last thing I wanted, for all of them to show up to see me mumbling words, wearing some cloak, looking like a complete idiot.

“Geez Y/N, it’s not like I asked for your first born child. What’s got you so mad anyways?” he asked as if it wasn’t obvious. What part of forced to sing in a choir wasn’t he getting. I threw the pillow next to me at him lightly. Dally chuckled.

“Don’t get so worked up about it doll” he provoked, smirking. “Shut up Dal... What’s everyone gonna think when they see me up there, in some crusty robe. I’m supposed to be tough or something, and singing doesn’t really help with that much”

“Oh c’mon babe, you’re doing community service hours because you’ve been to jail too many times or something like that. Everyone in there’s already scared of you.” I had to at least let a tiny smirk on my face. He was right. He always was. “I know” he said smugly.

“Huh?” I questioned. “You said all that out loud doll.” Oops. “Fuck you.” I said, sticking my tongue out.

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It was the big day. Fun right? Yeah no. The room was almost full with people and we were about to go on. I didn’t even know people still went to church. Nope. There was no way I was doing this. There were way too many people for my liking. I would just go back to court, and take whatever excessive penalty they gave me. I may go to jail, but at least I’d have my dignity. I was just about to walk out when the teacher came up to me.

“You’re really about to leave right now?” she raised her eyebrow. I nodded sarcastically in response. “So all that hard work, all that time and effort, not only put in by you, but by the rest of the choir, you’re just going to throw it away? If you leave right now, not only are you screwing yourself over, but the rest of the choir, and the people who were expecting us to sing today.”

“You can find someone better to sing my part.” I remarked.

“Oh, so you’re scared? You’re scared they’re not going to like your voice. You’re scared you’re going to ruin your reputation. You’re scared to show them that you’re exceptionally talented. Now let me tell you something. I don’t care who’s out there today. I don’t care who’s watching or judging us. You’re going to go out there, and you’re going to sing, no matter what. Because I’m not going to let you screw over this whole choir, and more importantly, I’m not going to let you screw up your chance to have a perfectly good opportunity to do something that you may love. So today, you’re going to get up on that stage and you’re going to sing for whoever the hell may be listening. And you’re going to do it well. You owe it to us. After that I don’t give a crap what you do. You can leave and go to jail time instead. Just not today.” she demanded, leading us all out onto the stage.

I took my usual spot in the back, but she pulled me to the front. She gave us a 4 beat count off and the piano started. I scanned the audience. Right in the front row was the gang. Shit. I panicked. They couldn’t know about this. I was already nervous to begin with. There was no more time to worry. The teacher pointed at me, cuing me to start. I sang the lyrics quietly, and not that well. I finished the first verse.

“You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.” She said. “Come here.” she pointed next to her in the very front. Feeling quite embarrassed I took my hands and shoved them in my pockets, staring at the floor. “You take your cues from me.”

“la la la la la la la.” We repeated it back to her. She pointed at me. “You.”

“la la la la la la la.” I repeated the tune. “Sing it”

“Oh happy day.” I sung, this time loud and clearly. You could feel the tone in the room shift. “Oh happy day” people looked up in shock, maybe because I was singing it, or maybe because we sounded really good. “When Jesus washed. When Jesus washed. When, my Jesus washed, he washed my sins away.” I threw a couple riffs in there to make it fancy.

“la la la la la la la.” we sung this warm up again a few times. “Let’s party.” the teacher said. “He taught me how” we sang in harmony, as we clapped on the second and fourth beat. “Oh he taught me how” I walked toward the front of the stage even more, the simple rhythm moving me. “To wash, to wash” I repeated from the background melody. “And live rejoicing. Yes he did. Oh yeah. Every, everyday.” I continued. The melody went down a key. “Oh, oh, happy day. Oh happy day yeah. When Jesus washed. When my Jesus washed. When Jesus washed.” I went into my falsetto. I finally gained the courage to look over at the gang. Soda’s jaw dropped, and Dally just sat there with a look in his eyes that I just couldn’t place, but they all definitely looked surprised. The crowd even started clapping, midst performance. I couldn’t help but smile. “My sins away. Oh you know I’m talkin’ bout happy days. Oh yeah. Sing it. Sing it. Sing it. Yeah. C’mon. Oh happy day.” We all finished, arms up in the shape of a v. The crowd erupted in applause, standing up too. Wow. I never expected such a positive reaction. We all took our bows and headed off back stage.

I changed back into my greaser attire, and headed out in search of the gang. I found them quick, easily spotting Darry. The second I reached them they all swarmed on top of me. Steve pulled me under his arm, pretending to hit me on the head with his fist.

“Damn, Y/N, you never told us you could sing like that” Darry marveled. “Any other things you’ve been keeping from us, like a secret son or somethin’” Two-Bit joked. They all continued like this for a while, until Dally interrupted.

“Alright, alright. Damn I can’t even talk to my own girl with all you bums around.” but even he couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah c’mon guys, let Y/N go talk to her boyfriendddd.” Soda started. “ooooooooh” they all joined in. “Oh shut up.” I said playfully, shooing them off with my hand. Dally walked me out to his car, his arm slung over my shoulder. He opened and closed my car door and then went around to get in.

“Look man, you know I’m not good at this type of shit but, Goddamn Y/N. You never told me you had a voice like that. Man I ain’t exaggerating when I say that you have the most beautiful voice I ever heard. Shit, I never knew my babygirl was so talented.” he took his eyes off the road to give me a quick kiss. I was smiling so much by then. The car swerved, almost hitting a tree.

“Dally!” I almost screamed while laughing. “What baby, it’s only a tree.” he was laughing too.

“I guess community service ain’t so bad after all.”

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space-unicorn-dot · 6 years ago

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Oh, hey! I’ve been meaning to do this thing for a while since I first saw it and I keep forgetting, so thanks to @stormiesquall for the tag! And this also solved my crisis of what to do first in the morning! I’m also still hella in the mood for tumblr dev, so if you have any more questions or ideas for any of my sso ocs, go hit up their sideblogs with an ask, kids!

[name] dot, we’re gonna say. cause i’m still a wee bit uncomfortable just sharing that unless its close friends.

[sign] gemini

[height] 5′ 4″ ish.

[put your songs on shuffle and & list the first four]

going from my “general playlist” on spotify cause it’s where i dump anything and everything i enjoy. (dear god it pulled songs i haven’t listened to in a while, way to call me out, spotify)

all star // smash mouth

setting sun // miracle of sound - an rdr2 inspired song

drunk on a plane // dierks bentley

fuck this shit, i’m out

hey. you wanted honesty. i swear, there’s actual shit on here. but sometimes, you just gotta have a good meme song.

[grab the nearest book, go to page 23. what’s the 17th line?]

“your goal here is to control it by pulling the rod left or right in the [line 18, opposite direction to the movement of the fish].”

this book happens to by my official guide to red dead redemption 2, hard back, collector’s edition, if i remember correctly. and page 23 happens to be about the fishing mechanic.

it’s actually really relaxing. i’m not much for that sort of outdoorsy hunty stuff irl, but the few times I’ve done fishing in rdr2 have been really fun. i should do more of it. Let arthur have some arthur time away from camp idiots like micah, i mean, what?

[had a song or poem written about you?]

maybe? i did creative writing in high school for two years, and there was lots of poetry involved in my second year. we had lots of good times no matter what we wrote, and that was really the best part. i loved that class and all we shared in it.

[when was the last time you played air guitar?]

fucc, i dunno. probably coming home from work one night cause we listen to the radio a lot. if my mom doesn’t decide to talk my ear off. so probably within the last week or two.

[do you believe in ghosts?]

i don’t know. i’m a baby when it comes to anything horror, so, usually, i don’t like thinking about it because people like to portray the spooky scary of it, and if i think about, i scare myself thinking about those ghosts. but maybe. i’m also not religious, so like... i don’t know? i think it’s possible there could be, like, spirits that have unfinished business, or like they stay behind to look after someone, you know?

[do you believe in aliens?]

do i actively think about whether or not i believe in aliens? no. do i believe in aliens in, like, the sci-fi sort of sense? eh, not particularly, but in the whole concept of some sort of life out there on another planet? sure. why not? just because earth is perfect for us and we’re so widespread on this planet, that doesn’t mean that some sort of life out there somewhere else doesn’t exist. Microorganisms are fucking everywhere here, after all, and plenty are important in several natural processes.

[do you drive? if you do, have you ever been in an accident?]

i have a permit, but i haven’t done a lot of driving. i’m talking like around the block and in a parking lot kind of driving. i don’t think i’ve personally been in anything too bad that i can remember as a passenger? scrapes and dings, yes, but nothing that wasn’t ~easily resolved.

[last book you read? actual book?]

fuck, i also don’t know this one. i do like to read, i just... don’t do a whole lot of it now that i’m not in school. i think, oh god...

i mean, technically, i’ve read out of my rdr2 guide as needed and, of course, continue to do so when i want to reference something.

but the last book i remember reading is the first book in the warriors series about the origins of the clans? like, the one about the tribe splitting up and the group from the tribe travelling to the area the clans lived. i’d get up and go grab the title and series name exact, but i’m lazy cause i’m under a really comfy blanket. >.>

[do you like the smell of gasoline?]

i’m gonna be the odd one out and say kind of, actually. sometimes, not so much, but, usually, i don’t mind it. would i want to spend loads of time around it? fuck, no, but in a gas station, i’ve found it like... idk, interesting, how it smells, i guess?

[what was the last movie you saw?]

i literally had to look up a 2018 release schedule to figure it out, y i k e s. the last movie i think i saw in a theater was the nutcracker and the four realms. i intended to see more, but my mom and i are actually horrible at making plans and sticking to them when it comes to going out to see movies?

the last movie i watched though was... i think sherlock holmes (2009), with robert downey, jr. and jude law. i love that movie.

[do you have any obsessions right now?]

star stable online is like my ongoing obsession, and red dead redemption 2 - mostly arthur morgan is a good character and i’m still not over how pretty the game is and i’ve had it since release.

[do you tend to hold grudges?]

i don’t know, i don’t think so. tldr, i have a fucked relationship with my biological dad that took me maybe three or four years to finally cough up that i wanted him the fuck out of my life cause he was a toxic, negative influence, and i still want nothing to fucking do with him for good reason. i’d like to think most of the people i purposely cut out of my life are for something like that, not because of some dumb grudge. i was way too fucking forgiving for way too long in that case, so... i just. i don’t think i do grudges. if you’re bringing me down and otherwise being more of a bad influence and energy in my life than a good one, i won’t want to be around you. that’s what i do. if you hurt my friends, i’m going to keep that in mind.

that one bad experience i kept going for too long was just too much for me to not be hesitant and careful now when you really hurt me or someone i trust. i don’t have time to give twenty undeserved second chances, especially doing so much better like i am now, far away from all that.

sorry that got a little personal, but i mean... hey, it’s a personal ask. might as well be honest.

[are you in a relationship right now?]

fuck nooooooooooooooo, as friends and i would say memeingly. i’m very asexual when it comes to me things, and i’ve honestly just... never been interested in anyone that way. not seriously. i was the one in high school to hear all my friends’ relationship woes and think to myself “i don’t need that kinda extra added bs stress, i have enough to worry about.”

and i like to joke that being single = more pizza for me, myself, and i when i want pizza, so that is a definite plus.

so tldr, no, and i’m not interested. i’m happy being a single pringle.

#tagged in #personal #yikes okay i didn't mean for that one to get so personal but oops here we are #i'm so fucking shook that spotify gives me 2 fucking meme songs the one time i'm actually taking note #it wouldn't do that if i wasn't doing this #i swear #literally picked 4 songs i don't listen to a lot unless i'm in a mood?#except for setting sun #setting sun i just need to listen to more #cause cry

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gguksgalaxy · 7 years ago

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Sheltered pt. 3

Sheltered – Engraved

<– Engraved 18 | Engraved 19 –> <– Sheltered 2 | Sheltered 4 –>

Short: Law student and intern Kim Jongin uses his charms for a dangerous pastime behind the screens, but he falls for the most normal girl. Words: 3040 Type: Angst/Fluff Pairing: Kai x Miyong (oc) Notes for update: 30 Warnings: idk what to tag this as, sorry :/ A/N: This will run chronologically with Engraved, but it’s not needed to read this to understand Engraved, but the parts posted for Engraved after this will contain spoilers. It is also not necessary to read Engraved to understand what is happening here. But it will make things more clear.

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Miyong pov

She had started cutting vegetables for the food because Jongin texted he was running a little late. At first she’d thought something off it, but she pushed it away when she received another text that he was on his way. They’d been hanging out a lot, going for lunch together, or late dinner after shifts. He’d helped her with her criminal law course and she helped him with philosophy. God, she’d fallen for him so hard and it felt like there was no return. He was everything she wanted really. Not the criminal aspect, but everything else. The beautiful smile, the kind heart, the soft personality. He’d great with kids, and smart too, genuine and lovely. A little crazy sometimes, but she liked it. She’d grown attached to him, and she wouldn’t know what it was like without him anymore.

Today would be the first time he’d meet her dog. She hadn’t really mentioned him before she realised. The little corgi that kept her company in her apartment, Nana. Her bell rang, and the little floof raced off the couch to the door, barking excitedly at the newcomer. She’d been at the vet when Jongin came over last time. She was barking and she knew Jongin was a dog lover, so she made no rush in getting to the door. Miyong washed her hands and checked her makeup in the mirror before she walked over. “Coming!” she called. Jongin waved at her through the window, and pointing at Nana with a goofy smile. As soon as she opened the door he bent down and scooped up the little dog in his arms. “You have a dog?!” he asked, petting her and holding her close. Nana tried to lick his face and he laughed it off. “You never told me!” He seemed so happy with the little animal right there it made Miyong smile just as wide. “Yes, I forgot I guess. Her name’s Nana.” “Little Nana.” He pet her ears which were standing up with happiness. “She’s cute. I want a dog.” “I know, you’ve mentioned. Well you can come here to play with Nana as often as you want.” She said motioning him over to the kitchen. “I already started a little, I hope you don’t mind.” He carried Nana and didn’t make any intention of letting her go, holding her tight, and the dog seemed content in his arms. Jongin traced little patterns in her fur as she leant her head on his shoulder. “So I assume all you attention is going to go to the dog now?” she joked. Jongin’s eyes widened for a second. “Of course not, I just like dogs.” He stepped over and kissed her cheek. “But you having a dog is definitely a plus.” He winked cutely. When she blushed a little and kissed him back he put Nana back on the floor and started to help her with cooking. They made chicken teriyaki, a recipe she’d gotten from her grandmother a few years ago. Jongin loved it, and she was glad. As they found themselves huddled up on the couch together with second serve plates and Nana sleeping on Jongin’s feet. He commented on how it felt like a little warm blanket, and asked how old she was. “She’s 2 now, I got her when I moved out. My parents didn’t want me to be alone. But she’s not much of a protector, she’d lick the blood of my murderer’s hand I think.” Miyong joked. Jongin covered the dogs ears. “She’ll hear you.” He laughed. There was sauce in the corner of his mouth, and she wiped it away. He blushed a little, spreading over the tan of his cheekbones. She wondered for a second, if he was always this happy and smiley, or whether it was just because of her. Miyong remembered when he’d told her about his job and he’d seemed to small and broken. But she hadn’t seen that Jongin since, he was all smiled and laughs now. But maybe it was different when he was home. Although he did she he liked the ones he was with, even if he didn’t like the job. “Jongin?” “Hmm?” he mumbled with his mouth full. “You say that they’re your family right? They guys you live and work with.” He swallowed and nodded. “That’s what it feels like, really.” “But then, if you leave, what happens?” Suddenly his smile faltered, and she regretted asking. “I…Sometimes I don’t want to think about it, but I know that when I leave I can’t just come back. I mean I can always come home I guess, they’ll miss me as well, and I’m sure they’ll be here for me if I need them. Especially Angel. But I can’t just come and go as I please. Because of my identity and danger that it can cause to me and the people around me. It’ll be hard, but it’s what I want. It’s not like they’re completely gone, I learnt a lot from them, good and bad things, but they’ll always remain family.” There was a tear in the corner of his eye, and she reached out to wipe it away. “Don’t go until you have somewhere to go.” She said. “You shouldn’t be alone.” He chuckled and looked at her, eyes turning to little crescent moons, cheeks lifting again. “You’re so sweet. I don’t think I will, no. I don’t go to be alone. I’d rather stay with them and do this work than be alone a-“ Jongin halted at the end of his sentence, it was barely audible, but she caught it. His sentence wasn’t finished but he seemed to play it off as if it had. Miyong gathered the last bit of her food and ate it, savouring the taste, because sadly it was all gone now. “I’m sorry for taking away the good mood.” She put her plate on the table. “Oh, don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I mean it’s okay for you to ask things like that, really. I understand.” He finished his plate and quickly exchanged it for Nana in his lap, who woke from her slumber. She leant with her paws against his chest and pressed her nose against him, short stubby tail wagging with excitement. He brushed his fingers through her fur and laughed loudly as she tried to lick his cheek. How a small dog like that could bring him such joy, she wondered. But it was a good thing. Miyong gathered the plates and put them in the dishwasher. She opened the fridge and pouted a little, “I don’t have anything for dessert.” Jongin looked up and carefully pushed Nana down into his lap. “We can go out for dessert?” “Go where? There’s nothing open this late.” She frowned. “Oh, I know a place, I think it’s a few blocks from here. I know the owner, come we can take Nana.” Miyong narrowed her eyes at him, stepping closer as he got up, pushing a finger into his chest. “This is just a lame excuse to take Nana for a walk isn’t it.” He smirked a little, something she hadn’t really seen this up close. And it did something to her she didn’t expect. “What?” he snickered. “You really are scared the dog will replace you?” The mischief in his eyes made her heart flutter and she answered. “You’ve been touching Nana more than me all night.” It sounded better in her head and she could feel a light blush creep on her cheeks as soon as she said it. Jongin didn’t seem to mind though. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. Their lips connected and she sighed into it. By now the soft feel of his lips against hers were familiar and she easily followed his lazy rhythm. Until she felt something cold on her lip. Miyong pulled away and frowned at him, looking at his face. “Jongin?” she asked. “Hmm.” He hummed, light colouring on his cheek. “Do you have piercings?” The light colouring darkened and his eyes widened. “Uhmm…yes?” Miyong reached for his face, and touched his upper lip, pushing it up a little. He flinched away. “Let me see, what the hell is that thing in your mouth.” He whined like a little kid and grabbed her hand. So he closed his mouth and she saw him to something with his tongue under his lip. The moment he smiled again she saw two little balls sticking out underneath his top lip. “Okay, that…” she trailed, looking at it. Jongin closed his mouth. “You don’t like it.” “Did you purposely hide that from me?” she asked. He looked up sheepishly. “Well I’m not allowed to wear it at work anyway, so I have to take them ou-“ “Them? As in multiple?” okay she expected there to be one somewhere maybe…but she checked his ears now and they were clear of holes or whatever jewellery. So she wondered, where he was hiding them. “What?” Jongin scrunched his nose and kinda stomped his foot. “This is why I always took them out, because I knew you wouldn’t like it.” “I never said that.” “Huh?” “I never said that I don’t like it or them. I just…guess I didn’t really expect it to be in your mouth. Wait, please don’t tell me you have your nipples pierces or something?” He quickly shook his head. “No, no, I have 5 in total.” “Can I see?” She asked. Jongin pretended to think on that a little, but he couldn’t contain his smile. “Maybe.” “Maybe? Come on Jongin just show me.” She pouted. That small tug at his lips that resembled a smirk appeared again, a small flash of that piercing. “I can’t just do that.” He laughed. “Why?” He pursed his lips and pulled her closer again, pressing his lips to the tip of her nose. “I’m not…stripping right now.” He whispered shyly. Miyong frowned, yet again, “Excuse me Kim Jongin?” Jongin laughed softly, shaking his head, and kissed her. She was not one to deny his kiss, smiling into it as he tipped her back a little. He was lean and strong, and with one hand she felt up the line of his body and slipped it under the collar of his button up. There, right along his collarbone, she felt a little bump there. Another piercing? She felt again, more clearly now, now breaking the kiss. His breath hitched when she touched it again and then she felt that smirk against her own lips. With her other hand she undid one more button, and he halted for a second. But she just went to feel on the other side, finding something similar, only to continue the kiss. She pulled him with her, back to the couch, to sit, but Jongin had other ideas apparently. He lifted her slightly, and with a soft gasp she found herself on her back. Jongin hovered over her, and broke the kiss for a second to look at her. His eyes were darker, pupils wider, as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again. There was more desire in this kiss than usual, as his tongue found hers and she again felt the piercing brush against her lips. She moved her hands, lightly tugging his shirt from his jeans so she could slip her fingers under the fabric. His skin was soft, and warm and she kept one hand there, the other trailing into his soft hair. The remnants of product left in his hair were a little sticky but the strands slipped easily through her fingers. One of his hands was moving down her side, his weight supported on his other arm. The position was a little uncomfortable, as the couch was shorter than he was, but neither of them had the intention of moving. Everything he did was soft and slow and he seemed to be content just like this right now. He parted from her, breaths in soft pants fanning across her face. Jongin kissed her cheek, the corner of her jaw, and all soft butterfly kisses down her neck that made her skin tingle. The vest she’d been wearing over her camisole had slipped down her shoulder and he kissed the exposed skin. She felt his breath, a little shaky, as he leant his forehead on her shoulder and paused. Again, she carded her fingers though his hair, wondering why he’d stopped so suddenly. “Jongin?’ “Hmm.” He hummed into her skin, and it tickled. Miyong touched his cheek, then his chin to make him look up. His eyes were wide and full of wonder and he looked young. Strands of hair falling over his forehead, she brushed them away. “You okay?” He nodded, and she pushed him up a little, sitting up with him and kissing him softly. His hands came up to her sides as he let her lead this time. Miyong stood up, following her heart. There was no tension in the air, it was calm and warm. She took his hands in hers and pulled him up with her. He smiled and kissed her lips, a soft breathy chuckle left him. The reached the bedroom with soft kisses and easy breathe smiles, it was dimmed, the curtains drawn. Miyong turned the light on just a little, to not cause any stumbles. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce, Jongin crawling over her, his lips connecting to her neck again. Her fingers felt the expanse of his shoulders under his shirt, how the muscle moved as he shifted his weight. She felt his tongue dart out to taste her skin and she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. His nose brushed up along her neckline, and he came back to look into her eyes. With his thumb he pulled her bottom lip from her teeth and dove down for another kiss. A kiss that heated up more than any previous one, one that elicited a moan from her that took his breath away. Jongin’s hands were roaming at her side, his fingers just on her skin where her top had ridden up. Miyong decided she’d had enough of the stiff fabric of his shirt, and moved to undo the buttons. He made a soft keening sound when she did so, pushing her deeper into the mattress, making it a little harder for her. She chuckled against his mouth and finally got the last button. The fabric fell open, and her fingers found the smooth planes of his stomach. His muscles were lightly defined and soon she discovered another set of piercings near his hipbones. She’d have to decide if that was hot later on. Because the way he was devouring her mouth right now occupied her mind. Then something happened, as she trailed her hands up his chest. He stopped, breath stuck in his throat. Jongin broke the kiss, panting, he looked at her, eyes scanning her form laying underneath him. She saw something in his eyes, wide with fear. “Jongin?” she asked, reaching up to touch his face. He flinched away, sitting up. His chest was heaving, and he swallowed thickly. “No.” “Jongin, we don’t ha-“ “I need to go.” “Jongin?” She asked, reaching out for his hand as she tried to sit up as well. He pushed her hand away, and hastily got up from the bed. With trembling hands he did his buttons, very askew. Miyong got up and he just stepped back like a scared animal. Short breaths in and out through his nose. Fear, what had happened? Had she moved to fast? “Jongin, I’m sorr-“ “Don’t, please don’t.” He pleaded, voice higher pitched than usual. “I need to go.” He moved towards the door quickly, rushing. She went after his but he dodged her hands. “Jongin please.” She begged him, confused and upset. Jongin furiously shook his head and fumbled to open the door. He was outside within a second, she followed him, trying. But he was quick, agile. Jumping down the stairs and disappearing in the streets. There she was, it was dark outside and icy cold. She shivered, as tears appeared in her eyes. It must be at least minus 10, and she was bare footed and dressed in a thin top and vest. With small sniffles she walked back inside, seeing he’d left his shoes and coat here. He’d ran outside on his socks? Was this her fault? She should’ve waited maybe. God why did she do that. Miyong wanted to beat herself up over this but, it seemed to weird. He’d never expressed anything like this when they were making out before. Nothing, shed had her hands under his shirt, he’s had his hands under his once. What did she do? She walked into the living room, Nana barked at her from behind the door she had closed. She picked up the dog and cuddled her close. The pup whined. “I know Nana, I know. Do you think it was my fault?” Nana pushed her nose against Miyong’s cheek as she sat down on the couch. Jongin’s phone was still on the table, it lit up. He had to come back for it right? He couldn’t just walk all the way home from here. God what if something happened to him? If he got hit by a car, of caught hypothermia in this weather. She took his phone and looked at the screen. It was a text from someone named Chanyeol, he must’ve been one of the guys he lived with.

Yo, I’m free tomorrow morning if you still want to try out with the guns. Extra practice is never wrong. Let me know, I’m not sure if you have to work or not.

Guns? Okay, she shouldn’t be weird about that by now. She knew he handled weapons before. But this was so casual? Miyong waited for an hour, the clock struck 1am, and that’s when she was done. Everything was here, his wallet, his phone, jacket, shoes. She took her phone and searched her stack of enveloped to find the business card she never thought she’d use. Angel’s.

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samwinlover-blog · 8 years ago

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Remember the name

Pairing: Sam x reader Characters: Sam, the reader, some vamps, Dean Warnings: swearing, a little bit of angst, gore Word count: around 1500 Summary: The reader is a solo hunter in need of some assistance, and, without knowing anyone will be there, Sam and Dean just happen to show up on the same case. A/N: This was inspired by the song Remember the Name, idk it’s a really badass song so I tried to put that into the reader’s character a little! Tag list: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious @bambinovak @bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010 @mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage @evyiione @winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke @therewillbeblood @megansescape @taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester @notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@love@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes @spnsasha @27bmm @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel @spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame @saxxxology @jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean gabriels-trix

“Fuck you” You growled through your teeth, this vamp was a real prick.

Savannah, Georgia. Of all the places you’d traveled, all the cases you’d solved and people you’d saved- this would be the one that killed you. Probably. Unless you got out of there in the next 10 minutes, you were a dead woman.

A punch landed just above your jaw, knocking your head to the side. The sheer force of the blow stunned you, so much that your head stayed lolled to the side for a moment. When you finally got over the initial shock of the hit, you straightened- every inch sending aches through your already badly bruised body.

Torture would have been better. Probably. It would have given you more time to unravel the knots binding your hands, more time to free yourself. But these vamps had a purpose, they were hungry. Within the next 10 minutes they were going to feed, and it was all going to be over for you. It was as much as you expected, being as you’d been cutting them off from their food source for the past week. Thirst, pure animalistic instinct, was driving these vamps at this point. They had fallen completely out of touch with their once human side, and the need to feed was all that remained. It was almost ironic: because you did your job, you were going to die.

As stunning as it was initially, the punch really wasn’t that hard for a vampire. The nest was starved, weak even, and if you could just get free you could take them. It would be a hell of a fight, but you could do it.

There were only four vampires in the room, all standing in front of where you were seated. Their eyes craved blood, and upon second look you saw their pupils were blown wide from hunger. You couldn’t imagine the feeling, and didn’t want to try. The good thing about hunting was that it was black and white: good and evil. Anything going bump in the night fell into the latter category, and was fair game. It was a simple enough concept, but the life it brought was anything but.

Another punch, and then a swift kick to the stomach that left you gasping for breath.

As weak as these vamps were, the wind was still knocked out of you, a kick to the stomach was a kick to the stomach. It was one of the most unpleasant feelings, getting the wind knocked from you. For a second you just sat still, focusing all your energy on breathing. In and out and in and out. The pattern repeated itself until that painfully empty feeling where your lungs should have been resided, and you had regained your composure.

It was a mask, how calm you were. Arrogance and swagger where fear and panic should have been- you all but laughed in the face of death every time it came up. The idea behind it was to show strength, and make it seem like whatever was being done to you didn’t matter- like it didn’t have any affect. This mask was one that most hunters used, at least most of the ones you’d ever met.

Because you didn’t grow up in the life like most people did, you didn’t have that many contacts- hunting solo had always been your MO. You liked it better that way, being alone. In your experience, emotional connections and attachments just turned to baggage all too soon. When you were on your own you didn’t have to worry about any of that, and it was worth it most of the time.

“Yeah, you first- but, Luke, I swear to god if you drink it all.” Your head snapped up as the middle one spoke, and the one to the left- Luke- took a step towards you.

Shit, guess this is it. You tried and failed to untie the knots again, those bastards had been thorough and knot tying had never been your strong suit. While you knew of hunters who couldn’t be tied down by anything, you were the polar opposite. Lock picking? Sure. Safe cracking? Surprisingly, you were really good at that. But freeing yourself from rope or cord? You were all but useless, and it bit you in the ass 9 times out of 10.

You knew struggling or groveling would have been pathetic, so you kept your mouth shut and your chin up. Recounting all the major events of your life, important hunts, your mom, first boyfriends, and everything in between, you decided that all and all it had been a good one. You didn’t want to die, hell you’d give anything to keep going, but you knew you were going to- so you decided to take it in stride.

The one that was going to kill you, Luke, took another step in your direction- way too close. He looked around 25, maybe a little older than that and definitely older than you. Shaggy blonde hair and a gloriously bland face was going to be the last one you ever laid eyes on, awesome.

One more step and he closed the gap between the two of you, the look in his eyes telling you it was really the end. You’d always expected to go down fighting, some sort of blaze of glory that meant something. Never in your wildest dreams did you think it would be strapped to a chair, helpless and immobile.

Luke looked like a cat, and you were the mouse, but just before he could end it someone burst through the door. He grumbled and turned away from you, the rest of the men doing the same. Even you were distracted by the sudden outburst, and peered around the corner to see what was going on.

Two men, whom you believed to be hunters based on the machetes, had just killed one out of the four. Punches landed and you heard the clatter of heads rolling, but you weren’t exactly sure which side was coming out on top until one of them ran into your viewpoint. Covered in blood, none of which was his own, the man started working on the knots tying your hands and ankles. You wanted to ask him who the hell he was and why he was sabotaging your case (or what was left of it), but you couldn’t stop concentrating on the fight happening in the corner of the room.

A tall column and a doorway blocked your view, so you relied only on sound to know what was happening. You soon found that sound alone wasn’t very helpful; punches were punches no matter who was on the receiving end.

“You’re going to be okay, it’s okay, we’re going to get you out of here.” The man appeared to be trying to comfort you, little did he know you were the last person that needed comforting.

When you responded, you sounded colder than intended, “Who the hell are you?”

He still seemed to misunderstand as he replied, “My name’s Sam Winchester and my brother and I are here to help. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but those men back there were, uh, vampires. But don’t worry about that right now, first we have to get out of here.”

“I know they’re vampires.” You scoffed, grabbing your wrists when he finally freed them. Red and raw, they burned, but you didn’t have time to think about them.

“Wait, what?” He, Sam, was confused.

“Don’t worry about it, got an extra machete?” You stood up as your ankles were freed and turned to him, limping slightly on your left foot.

He looked dumbfounded, but reached to his belt and handed you what you asked for, eyes never leaving yours. “Thanks!” You said before turning around and running to help his brother kill off the rest of the vamps, you had to finish the job you started.

You felt his gaze on your back while you sprinted over, and you felt it even as you were fighting. A few punches and a lot of rolling heads later, the three of you- covered in blood but more or less intact- had finished and were left alone in that dreary room.

“Wait, I’m sorry you’re a hunter?” Sam called after as you turned to leave.

He was cute. Well, what you could see of him was cute, the rest of it was just red- one wouldn’t believe how messy hunting vampires got. With shaggy brown hair, mussed and sticking up and out from all the fighting, and these beautiful, blue eyes, he really was one of the more attractive men you’d come across. Most hunters were too rough around the edges, like worn leather, or they had drinking problems, or wore all together too many flannels or had been turned cruel from their life of killing. But Sam didn’t seem to be like most hunters, for some reason he was different to you. So you decided to flirt.

“Yeah,” You looked up at him and smirked, before turning on your heel and walking towards the door- waiting for him to call after you again.

And just as you’d predicted, he did: “What’s your name?”

You didn’t stop and, instead, let him and his brother follow you out of the building as you said, “(Y/N), (Y/L/N).”

“Are you okay, (Y/N), (Y/L/N)?” The way he pronounced your name, playfully dragging out the syllables; he was flirting back.

“I’m great, thanks for saving me but I’m not really the damsel type- see you around, Sam Winchester.” You turned around and this time looked him straight in the eye, eye contact was everything. The look you gave him, you tried to make it mysterious, maybe a little playful, probably failing.

But apparently not; “Can I have your number?” He walked over to where you had stopped and held out a pen, you had no idea where he got it from.

You took a second to answer, even though you’d already made up your mind yes, and then took it from him. You gingerly grabbed his arm, guiding it up toward your hand where you could write on it. His palm was clear enough, if not a little bloodstained, but you scribbled your number on it all the same- making sure to hold onto his hand for a few seconds after, he sure as hell didn’t have any objections.

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otonai · 8 years ago

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Tagged

™ Getting to know 92 facts about me hmmm yum yum

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose 25 people to tag!

tagged by: @dimsumdamsel ur gr8 thanks m8

LAST… [1] drink: water [2] phone call: made to my friend who never answered me. [3] text message: Amy @sugafree-hoshi her blog ded tho [4] song you listened to: The 7th Sense by NCT U pls support my sons on Limitless. [5] time you cried: like....yesterday. I just wanted to cry.

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: support Twice buy Knock Knock on iTunes never even dated someone once what u talking about [8] kissed someone and regretted it: I shouldn’t have kissed my mom that one time got a mouthful of foundation powder thanks mom. [9] lost someone special: no and hope not any time soon either. [10] been depressed: I’m a constantly suffering man and these are my suffering hands. Not to the point of medication but I cry every other day and struggle to find purpose in life so I just sleep it off and not get anything done wow. [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: I tasted one drop of beer when I was 5 and was like nope y’all nasty I ain’t never drinking that.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12]Pastel Pink [13] purple/lavender [14] Sapphire blue amirite

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

[15] made new friends: Yes omg [16] fallen out of love: i wish [17] laughed until you cried: nah man laughing is about the only thing that doesn’t make me cry. [18] found out someone was talking about you: Don’t relate -_- [19] met someone who changed you: I am a rock. unchangeable. However someone did change my grades thx [20] found out who your true friends are: yeah all 2 of my friends. jk they all real oh god why am i like this [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: I only use my Facebook to vote so there’s nobody on the list.......other than my parents.

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: 1. My step-dad. [23] do you have any pets: Meowler [24] do you want to change your name: Maybe to Lillian or Lilliputian lol can you imagine [25] what did you do for your last birthday: don’t remember. [26] what time did you wake up: 6am [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Pokemon Mooning [28] name something you cannot wait for: Summer, graduation, a date. [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: an hour ago? [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i gotta stop procrastinating hollyyyyyyy shitttt [31] what are you listening to right now: the sound of my laptop’s fans on full blast wow lil engines in there [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah.......rather not.... [33] something that is getting on your nerves: i really gotta do the laundry. [34] most visited website: the tumbler blog and youtube woohoo [35] elementary: i wish i kept in contact with my elementary school friends man i miss ‘em. [36] high school: death [37] college: haven’t started so don’t relate. I am young. [38] hair color: darkest possible black ™ Since it’s trademarked maybe the second darkest black then. [39] long or short hair: it’s like.... mediocre length. Not long but not short either.....just like me. [40] do you have a crush on someone: I did have one but I guess it’s fading out hopefully. [41] what do you like about yourself?: nah [42] piercings: none [43] blood type: idk man [44] nickname: I get called strange things yet I don’t remember any. [45] relationship status: single wow what a surprise [46] zodiac sign: aries/pisces [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: i watch Jeopardy occasionally. Sometimes I watch Supernatural and some random anime. [49] tattoos: None.Needles scare me. [50] right or left handed: right handed

FIRST… [51] surgery: had a surgery on my nose when I was like 7 [52] piercing: none my earlobes are virgins. [53] best friend: My best friends seemed to always be better friends with somebody else :/ I think it was probably Devon that I first opened up to. Where u at now fam I miss u. [54] sport: I like to watch Yuri on Ice and Kuroko no Basket [55] vacation: To Sichuan in 2002? Don’t know if it counts as a vacation tho. If not my family went to Dalian on the beach in 2006 it was great. [56] pair of trainers:wtf are trainers

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing [59] i’m about to: do art project [60] listening to: nothing [61] waiting for: salavation [62] want: to get all the assignments over with [63] get married: probably eventually I mean [64] career: professional sufferer. Amateur student.

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: hugs [66] lips or eyes: I like looking at eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller ppl so i can crash into their chest/boobs instead of accidentally headbutting them. [68] older or younger: If they younger than me they a fetus. [69] romantic or spontaneous: don’t relate to either. Never had a crush like me back before. [70] nice arms or nice stomach: arms!!! I like looking at forearms!!!! [71] sensitive or loud: I like outgoing and funny people but it’s cool if they got a soft side. [72] hook up or relationship: don’t relate lmao [73] troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant pls catch me when i make mistakes

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? no [75] drank hard liquor? no [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? I lost my glasses for half a year and was fine bc I am barely near sighted. They turned up after I cleaned my room. [77] turned someone down: yeah man [78] sex on first date? date.....?d.....ate? what is a date? [79] broken someone’s heart? I have no clue. Sorry if I did it wasn’t my intention and I didn’t even know. [80] had your own heart broken? Felt pretty crushed but I guess it wasn’t bad. [81] been arrested? no wow [82] cried when someone died? Idk.....my memories blocked the bad times. Probably tho. [83] fallen for a friend: no.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[84] yourself? nah man who is she don’t know her [85] miracles? yes my grades are a miracle. [86] love at first sight? I mean you can be really attracted to each other but it’s not love until you get to know each other. [87] santa claus? st.nick was a real man. [88] kiss on the first date? no.... i mean idk bc i never been on a date. [89] angels? Have you seen NCT I would like to

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: Amy probably. More like my only friend. [91] eye colour: dark brown [92] favourite movie: Ghibli movies I think I watched Howl’s Moving Castle a good eleven times.

I tag @sharks-in-fishnet-leggings @foreverpersonafan idk do it if u want have a blast

#tagged #this is more than yall ever wanted to know abt ur fave tumbler blog amirite #jk im not even my own fave #anyways memes

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urheavenlylux · 6 years ago

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Okay okay I agree with you on most stuff. But I gotta say some things. (Every thing I didn’t cover assume I agree with)

*me continuing an arguement I shouldn’t be in round 2*

•”it’s good you don’t ship it as an otp”

-hey either way it doesn’t really matter. Who cares if someone ships it hardcore (I ain’t gonna repeat everything I said last post lmao too lazy) but seriously. Come on. It doesn’t fucking have that big of an impression on people. If you don’t like it ignore it. It’s not promoting pedophelia in real life. If you ignore the warnings or tags and read the shit anyways, it’s not really the creator’s fault, it’s yours for reading it. And yes, sadly kids may get an impression from this. But also they can get an impression from anything. If they search “bdsm or daddy kink” on tumblr is it the people posting its fault that the child saw that or the child’s fault? The child’s fault (the parents who didn’t block that shit mostly). If the child knows what they should and should not do in real life, then it’s fine for them to fictionally fantasize lmao. (Even kids have kinks haha) It’s fine for kids to be attracted to this stuff as long as they know they shouldn’t go dating older people.

•”it’s revolting to like violent sex between an abused child and demon who tormented him to”

-lmao seb forced him too? That sounds like sum good kinky noncon if ya know what I mean? That kinks kinda cute tbh I would read the shit outa that. Might be “revolting”. Idk don’t really care I myself am pretty revolting too hahaha. (Just joking... lightening up the mood a lil ya know this shit makes my brain hurt owww). Who says people who’ve been abused in the past can’t like “violent sex” hahaha. (Idk what I’m even saying anymore)

•”they don’t like it when I’m saying facts that are cannon”

- bruh people can have headcannons/ aus that are completely non cannon. I think they are mad at you saying their shit is nasty, not that it’s non cannon because we all know sebaciel doesn’t exist in cannon lmao. What I’m saying is liking things that aren’t cannon is valid. It shouldn’t be seen as not liking the facts of the true cannon story.

•”don’t interact with me’ is not an insult”

-ya I agree it isn’t. I was just saying a life where you’re basically saying ‘don’t fucking talk to me/ do anything to me because you like a pairing that I don’t agree with’ is really sad😭. What a sad existence, with a mentality that people with differing opinions should not interact with you. Sorry to be rude, but it’s plain ignorance. (Yeesh now I sound super harsh😢) they don’t want sebaciel shit shoved in their face? Totally okay, me neither. A decent person would not send that shit to them on purpose just to annoy them. Just block the tag or something. (Lmao “block the tag, not the person” should be a new catchphrase haha)

To to be honest idk what I’m even sayin anymorrreeeee I should stop😂😂

can’t believe some people are still supporting seba///ciel in 2018

🔪seba//ciel shippers don’t interact🔪

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batshieroglyphics · 3 years ago

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About Bats

New pinned post for...idk, because I can reasons. (More like, stop sending people to my personal blog for an about me, whoops.) Old pinned post can be found here: Bats' List of Fandoms/Ships

I’m Batsutousai, but answer to most nickname variations (I understand my name isn’t really easy to spell at a glance), most notably Bats, Batsu, and Batty. I think the pronunciation is obvious (my UN has origins in Japanese), but for those who need/want it: Bah-tsu-toe-sa-ee I self-identify with she/her, but I honestly don't care what pronouns people use for me. I am an American, but I spent over a decade writing and reading in British fandom spaces, so the English I tend to use has a very Queen's English slant. (Not always on purpose, tbh.)

I post my work on Archive of Our Own under the UN Batsutousai. I also post on Dreamwidth and LiveJournal under the same name. I do have a Patreon, where I post WiPs, but you need to pay a fee to access them. I do not post anywhere else, as I’ve removed my work from FFN, and the HP archives I was posting on have been folded in to AO3.

I do give blanket permission for related fanworks of my writing. That covers translations, art, playlists, podfic, inspired fics, whatever. Have at. I do like to know when people create/post related works, because I love them and I want to share that love with you. ;) But I won't get huffy if the creator doesn't tell me about it.

Some FAQs behind the cut:

When is (name WiP series/fic here) updating? When it does? Look, I get that you really, really like that series/fic – I do, too – and I’ve probably reread it fairly recently, to see if my muse will behave, but he’s a little shit, and every time someone asks about an update for any particular fic, that makes him LESS LIKELY to give me ideas for it. I’m happy to hear all about how much you like it, but asking about updates is more likely to keep one from happening.

Will you write a sequel for this fic? My answer 99% of the time: Fuck you. No. If I said somewhere there will be a sequel, yes. Eventually. Otherwise, NO.

Do you take requests? For fanfic? Not really. I sometimes reblog those ‘give me a fandom/pairing/character(s) and a number and I’ll write the thing’ memes, but I can’t guarantee I’ll write everything I get.

Hey, I really like your work! Can I send you money? You can, actually! I have a ko-fi here: Buy Me a Tea I also have a Patreon, where I post WiPs and some related bonuses, which you can find more information about in this tumblr post. I don't do commissions, because the muse takes me where he will, rarely with my own input on the matter.

I saw what looks like one of your fics posted on a site other than the ones listed above. If it’s in English, isn’t almost certainly a stolen repost, and you’re welcome to report it to the site admins. (Good luck on Wattpad; that place is a shithole and seems to be where all the thieves are congregating.) Translations have permission to post wherever the translator is most comfortable, so we leave those be.

Didn’t you used to post on Fanfiction.net? What happened to your fics there? I stopped updating FFN back in...oh, 2016? I think? Around then. It was too much effort, and I much prefer AO3. Early/mid-2021 I started getting a slew of hostile or just plain weird reviews. Since there’s no way to block anon reviews on FFN, and I wasn’t actually using the site anyway, I made the choice to just remove everything. Yes, my work will remain on AO3 for the foreseeable future.

I want to show you this thing! You can @ tag me either here or with @batsutousai. I don’t allow submissions, sorry, and I prefer you don’t send it to me via DM, as there’s a pretty constant problem with dangerous links being sent that way.

Can I create a physical copy of your work for my personal use? Yes, you may. I have nothing against folks saving copies of my work for personal use, be that in the form of old-school 3-ring binders, digital copies on kindle and similar devices, or through the increasingly common hobby of book-binding. You don't have to show me what they look like when you're done, but you're welcome to.

I have another question. Send me a DM or ask! Anon is always on, if you want to keep your identity a secret from me.

#about the Bats

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tehohaews · 3 years ago

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tagged by my second favorite but ex pie blog 😭😭😭 @billkinsdancing user ipytm come back i miss you sm 🤧🤧 oh and also my favorite teddy bear @mixmetawin love ya bestie 💞💞

1. why did you choose your url?

Atots supremacy 😔✊ but no lol. I liked my prev url,seetians a lot, it was cute 🥺. But after the finale i had a lot of phutian feels and i wanted smth related to phutian. But all the pretty urls were taken 😭 so i was just trying combinations one day and i was like haha i bet the Ataleofthousandstars one is taken but still let me try it and then i got it!?!//! Helllpppp. But also yes atots supremacy 😔✊ i wanted to change it again but i feel a lot of ppl associate me with this url now so 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ i dont want anyone to forget me

2. any sideblogs?

Atotsweek 😚😚 but tbh sideblogs are difficult to manage and jdjddj when someone likes the atotsweek posts from this blog, I get notifications for both blogs dudjdu its confusing 😩. Also i have to check everytime which blog im reblogging on. Anyway other than that I have 3 other sideblogs but i use those for saving textposts and resources and such so they are useless.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

11 months 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ gonna be a year next month 😩 im smoll okay!!

4. do you have a queue tag?

#q 😩 but i want to have a tag for my son Q with the fabulous bluenails but what do i do help 😩😩 his name is my queue tag

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

Diidjdsijs i almost forgot about this omg. So I bought a new phone and then was like let me download many apps so that I'll look cool and cultured 🤪. But then after 5 months or so i was like im never gonna use all of these apps so i started deleting them and then i saw tumblr and went oohh whats this let me take a look and opened an account djdjjdjs. And I was in a sfh hyperfixation that time so i stayed for the sfh posts and then I watched h3 trapped (my first bl) > watched wyel > made content for wyel > somehow found 2g by gifs and the rest is history 😌

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I found a lot of cool designs on pinterest and was like what if I use these ideas for my icon 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ and tehohaew supremacy ofc 💞💞

7. why did you choose your header?

Cause im lazy and I literally giffed only that scene from ep2. And then i posted it TWICE and made it my header too. Work smarter not harder 😌 but also i like that shot? Like this is the equivalent of the sunset shot of itsay ep5 and i like it. Plus i added sparkles OBVIOUSLY but you cant see them unless you take a close look on it

8. whats your post with the most notes?

This 2g one but if we're talking about gifsets than the atots collage 💞

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea. I'm bad at following people back and sometimes I just let it be 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ sorry besties, if we're not mutuals its not on purpose i just dont know that i dont follow you. Plus I tend to follow blogs who rb content from the 3 shows I watched so 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️yeah i dont follow a lot of ppl. But if I ever talked to you it means we are mutuals and i love you with my entire heart 💞💞

10. how many followers do you have?

🐓🐓🐓

11. how many people do you follow?

No idea

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Everyday bestie 😚

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

More like each minute 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ i wish there was a way you could deactivate your blog without deleting it

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Idk. Maybe? Maybe not? I tend to block people i dont like so 🤷‍♀️

15. how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

I rarely come across those

16. do you like tag games?

Yes 💞 but I only do it if I'm super bored and if I like the game(like this one).I love it when others think of me and tag me though 🥺

17. do you like ask games?

I like fandom related ask games. If you ask me to tell me 3 things about myself it will take me 3 months to answer 😭😭 I actually have a lot of asks in my inbox about that and I havent answered them, I'm sorry my mind is blank when it comes to personal questions 😭😭😭

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Everyone who gets atleast one note on their shitposting

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I would say Ellis but they havent talked to me in like almost a week and I'm sad and lonely 😩 Ellis come back, drop out of school and go to the beach with me 🥺💞 other than that I dont think so? Does @ppdchickencoop count? 🥰🥰

#tag game #not tagging anyone cause im lazy #and shy #mostly lazy #anyway

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