#it hasn't even been a week somebody come and save me

[florichae]

I wanan change my THEEEEEMEMEMEMEME

[ani-coolgirl]

Man's Best Friends with Benefits (08x15) is hilarious and dumb right off the bat and I think it's great.

This is cheating because I've seen the episode before, but after James has his nightmare it cuts to him in bed... with his dog familiar... who can also appear as a human woman. But she sleeps in his bed as a dog. Which they're both okay with even though they're having intimate relations. Okay!!! Interesting dynamic!!!

Dean complaining about going out of their way to help someone who saved their life (apparently; happened off screen, it's real, shut up) is the funniest character growth of all time. Season!One Dean insisted they spend a week in prison for some guy that their dad knew, and now he's inconvenienced by someone they literally owe a life debt to. Amazing.

Sam immediately gets played by a dog doing nothing more than showing her belly. People shouldn't have this much trouble killing the Winchesters, send in a skinwalker and Sam would open the door to it right away and get his face bitten off.

Sam also immediately freaking out when Dean comes back with the food and the dog's in the room. What's Dean gonna do, idiot!! Ground you?? I love you.

Sam and Dean objectifying the dog woman giving them a dressing down two minutes after meeting her. What the actual hell. Dean, I can see it, but Sam, I'm surprised with you.

This is the first episode with good witches (though there's an argument to be made with Cordelia and Spike in Shut Up, Dr. Phil) and right away sets them up as a fancy-pants club with cool powers. The whole witch mythos really starts spiraling here because you can just, a) become a witch, or b) you sell your soul to become a witch, or c) are just naturally a witch which is different from being a psychic... somehow. It's such a mess. Also, this witch club is silly. How many goddamn witches are there in St. Louis that they need a whole-ass club?

The only people James have are the Winchesters? The fact that he's never been in any episode before this makes this whole exchange ridiculous. And kinda sad.

Portia storming away from an argument as a dog is great. I wish I could to that. I wish to be literally that bitchy.

Dean breaks out chains to keep James locked down. I know they have handcuffs! What the hell!!

"Witch killing spell," oh my gaaaawwwd, somebody shoot me. Witches aren't a different fucking species, somebody please explain who felt the need to write this into the lore! Chuck!! I see you!!

Aww, Dean can only trust himself which is a terrible decision.

Why would you choose Dean to go with you to the secret witch club? Ah, yes, so he can call a woman a pet and get a lecture about it so we can get more LOOOOOOOORE (/matpat voice)

You know, considering all the spellwork we see later on in the show, the idea that a witch controlling another via magic is basically unheard of is just silly.

Okay, we finally get to address the the elephant in the room--that a white guy "owns" a black woman that he's sleeping with, whom she calls "master." I just wish I could be a fly on the wall in that writer's room when that finally clicked. "You know, the optics on this aren't great." "Shit, you're right. What if... she chains him up while they're having sex. It's like symbolic of how their relationship is actually equal!" "BRILLIANT!" What a shit-show.

I love that the boys were just going to Molotov James in his bed. While he was awake. Amazing.

Dean awkwardly implying bestiality is great. Dean, they don't fuck when she's a dog, for crissakes. I mean, probably not.

WHY IS DEAN STILL THINKING ABOUT BESTIALITY?? Also, Dean asking a Black woman about her identity... stay classy, Dean.

Why is there a spell specifically for implanting images into a witch's mind? Why is it not for everyone? WHY ARE WITCHES JUST SUDDENLY A DIFFERENT SPECIES?!

But Sam is proud that Dean hasn't made an explicit bestiality joke. Fuck, my fic's gonna be about dog sex, isn't it? But I was saving that for Dog Dean Afternoon!

"What, like phone sex?" Dean. Dean. You're an idiot.

"He was always spineless. Now, literally." B-but there was a cracking sound effect when his neck broke... that very much implies the presence of a spine...

Evil guy chooses to torment the boys with images of the Cage for Sam and Mary dying and being in Hell for Dean. Those are some choices. I approve.

Actual biggest character growth in the series--Dean going from not liking dogs to owning a dog in the last episode.

"I saw Mom, when she died." Waitaminute. Dean never actually witnessed that. He was four and in the hallway. How was that in his head?

Sam coughing up blood at the end?? Like some frail Victorian maiden?? Right after Dean says he trusts him?? Beautiful, no notes.

Okay, look, this episode is certainly... flawed. But I honestly think James & Portia would have made much better spin-off material than that stupid Bloodlines crap they tried to sell us next season. Think about it. You get the forbidden love angle without the tired Romeo and Juliet crap Bloodlines was going for, and James is a cop so you could have them start up a supernatural detective agency or something, which would be a much better way to expand on witch and monster lore without being restricted to the five family politics. Would it be a good show? Probably not, but it's not like Bloodlines was going to be high art either, and at least James & Portia wouldn't have committed the crime of trying to pitch a show that basically already existed on the network (The Originals).

[fuckyeah-jessicabiel]

Jessica Biel for Interview Magazine, November 2003 - Interview by James Van Der Beek

SHE'S FRIGHTENED OF BIG SPIDERS, BUT THAT HASN'T STOPPED THIS ACTRESS FROM SLASHING HER WAY TO THE TOP OF THE HORROR-FILM GENRE BY JAMES VAN DER BEEK PHOTOGRAPHS BY ROBERTO D'ESTE

She ruled the teen airwaves for six years as one of the WB network's young, sexy soap stars (she still occasionally revisits her series, 7th Heaven, now in its eighth season), but lately Jessica Biel has been focusing on feature films. To talk about her role in the just-released, much-anticipated remake of the grisly cult favorite The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, we set Biel up with ex-WB col- league and co-star in last year's The Rules of Attraction, James Van Der Beek.

JAMES VAN DER BEEK: Hello?

JESSICA BIEL: Hey, James. How are you?

JVB: Very good. You know, this is my first interview. I'm excited.

JB: Being on the other end, it's got to be strange.

JVB: I don't know. I've never done it before. [Biel laughs] So where are you-L.A.?

JB: No, I'm in Vancouver.

JVB: Oh, right. You're up there for Blade [III].

JB: Yes. I've been here for two weeks, and we don't start shooting for another two. I'm working out like a maniac. I work with a trainer every day. and I'm learning martial arts and archery.

JVB: Wow. You are going to kick ass.

JB: And I'm on this nutritional plan-no salt, no sugar, no bread. Just some fruits, every vegetable you can think of, lean meat, and water. They say they want me to have a six-pack stomach, but I think they really want me to have a twelve-pack. [both laugh] But it's fun getting paid to work out.

JVB: Let's talk about The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It's got a big buzz around it, huh? And it's got such a cool trailer. What made you decide to do it?

JB: Well, I was skeptical about doing it at first lbecause it's such a cult classic and-

JVB: -Had you seen the original?

JB: I had. I'd seen some of the sequels too, and I was not a fan of those. I was worried that this was going to be another sequel, but I met with Marcus Nispel [the movie's director], and he wanted to remake it in all its 1970s glory, but also update it. Then I read the script, and I was surprised by how well written it was. And when I found out that Michael Bay was one of the pro- ducers, I was ready to jump on board.

JVB: There are all kinds of horror movies coming out these days with a lot of talented, creative people behind them. It seems like there's a horror renaissance.

JB: I love horror movies.

JVB: What are some of your favorites? Are there some that scare the crap out of you?

JB: Poltergeist [1982], The Shining [1980], The Exorcist [1973]. Oh-Candyman [1992]! I was terrified by Candyman. Have you seen it?

JVB: No. I'm a wimp when it comes to scary movies. That's one of my deep, dark secrets.

JB: Well it's out now. [both laugh]

JVB: When you're on the set making a movie like that, can you get a sense of "Wow, this is going to creep the hell out of people?"

JB: Sometimes. And sometimes it was even scary for us.

JVB: You were out on location, right?

JB: We shot on a stage once, but everything else was on location in Texas, in the middle of nowhere. Even going to the Porta-Potti was ter- rifying. [Van Der Beek laughs] Not only were you afraid of something or somebody coming out of the woods, but the spiders down there were the size of my palm.

JVB: Well, everything's bigger in Texas. [both augh] Tell me about your character.

JB: Her name's Erin, and she's the glue that holds everybody together. She's compassionate and kind of mothering. She tries to save all her friends, though they end up getting killed anyway. [laughs] What's really cool about her is she has a will to survive and the strength to fight. She's not a victim. She's a strong, pissed-off young woman.

JVB: Oh, I can definitely see you playing that. [Biel laughs] I'm going to have to see this movie now. I'll go with Heather [Van Der Beek's wife]. She'll hold my hand.

JB: My boyfriend gets scared at horror movies too. He hides his eyes sometimes.

JVB: I've never actually done that, but I do look away from the screen. "Okay. That's the side of the theater. This is just being pro- jected." [Biel laughs] Now, how long have you been acting?

JB: I started 7th Heaven when I was 14.

JVB: Was that your first gig?

JB: I had done a few commercials.

JVB: Had you done any other work, like theater or singing?

JB: Growing up, I did lots of plays in Boulder and Denver. I remember thinking, This is fun! I can really do this! My parents were amazing. They said, "Okay. Let's go for it." I took some classes, and I performed at a competition where casting agents and managers from all over the country came in to see the kids in my area, and I won a scholarship to an acting school. Then I came out to L.A. for pilot season-I came out for pilot season three years in a row, and in the third year, 7th Heaven happened.

JVB: Did you realize how big it was to get a pilot that was picked up?

JB: I never really thought it would happen. I remember my manager saying "this won't get picked up they almost never do but you'll do it and it'll be great to put on your résumé."

JVB: Now, a series is a dream come true, and every actor wants to work, but at some point, the series inevitably becomes less fulfilling. How many years into 7th Heaven was it before you started to think, The grass might be greener somewhere else?

JB: Probably around the third or fourth season. I knew this character so well, and I wondered what it'd be like to try something else. Did you feel that with Dawson's Creek?

JVB: For me, it got to a point where the characters were getting older, and a lot of things that happen to people the age that we were playing could never be covered on the show because of the time slot and because of what the show had become. It felt like we weren't able to tell the truth anymore, whereas when we first started, we felt like there were no limits. Now, when we were making The Rules of Attraction together, early on we had a difficult scene together-the one after we had sex, and I'm on mushrooms and you just nailed it.

JB: Thank you.

JVB: So, I was wondering, how do you pre- pare? What's your process?

JB: It's different every time. For that scene I tried to think about what it would feel like to be used. When I feel comfortable, as I did in that situation, my emotions come out. I accessed the guilt I've felt in my past, applied it to the guilt that my char- acter was feeling, and it just kind of happened.

JVB: I remember being blown away by how proficient you were. You should be proud of that work. But tell me, is there any work you've done that you're embarrassed by?

JB: Umm... [laughs]

JVB: Oh, come on! What?

JB: Okay. When I was about 11, I did this 15- minute short that the filmmakers wanted to take around like a pilot and say, "This is our idea for a movie. Here's a quick taste." It was a musical that involved all the fairy tales, like "Little Red Riding Hood" and "Hansel and Gretel." But it was a bit off: I played Gretel, but my name was Regretel. And for some reason, I was painted blue. [Van Der Beek laughs] And all these slightly off fairy-tale characters were fighting each other. So what hap- pened was this little animated guy who looked like a calculator-his name was Diggy Digital- popped out of this boy's computer and saved the town. Then we all sang this song called "Digital World." [Van Der Beek laughs] That's not all! Afterwards, I went out to dinner with my parents, and I was like, "This is the best thing ever. I'm going to be a superstar!" [both laugh hysterically] Oh, God, I'm really going to regret saying this.

[simbelene]

I have a list for you Bergdorf!

Since you love lists so much, check this out!

This list requires some background information, so it's story time!

This happened back in the beginning of April. I was browsing though my CC sites as I do, and I just so happen to come across a post that one of these groups' Admin had made. This group usually don't make announcement posts. Most of the time they just post pictures and carry on.

Well not this day!

Idk what Bergdorf did, but she did something because seemingly out of COMPLETELY NOWHERE Admin makes this post:

Admin is calling a select few creators "Hysterical" because I guess they don't like that Admin is sharing their permapaywalled content for free 🤷🏾‍♀️. And I'm sure there were some messages exchanged that would validate Admin calling them "Hysterical". I know how these creators act in the DMs. It wouldn't surprise me at all if it was Bergdorf that decided to crawl in Admins DMs and try to start shit.

Seeeesh! Wasn't nobody talking/thinking about Bergdorf AND YET somehow her name still manges to come out of somebodies mouth! Tell me you're a problem without telling me you're a problem!

No, cause even CWB, Leo, even my arch enemy Hauzz have been quiet. Minding their business and just going on about their life. Bergdorf is still out here being a problem 🙄.

Well, you dun goofed Bergdorf! One of these days you creators will realize you can't just be talking to people any ol kind of way. Not everyone in the sims community is sensitive and passive. Some of us can match your energy sis! And I feel like that's what happened here!

You tried it with someone who has time and has zero tolerance for your shit! And Admin, as they said, put all their content on telegram.

Okay, not ALL of them. Bergdorf is safe for some reason 🤔

Her content never made it to telegram, but everyone else's did! 👀

And it's funny because this went down the first week of April. The following week Brior and Bergdorf do a collab. Guess who's stuff went in the chat?

And guess who's stuff didnt??(bergdorf)

I'm just over here laughing like "Y'all can't be forreal 🤣🤣" Y'all were literally the first two people on the list! I refuse to believe y'all are this dense and delusional. There's no way you don't know this is happening.

So I guess Brior is just going along with it? Even though her stuff is getting shared, but Bergdorf's isn't. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Her whole catalogue is in there! It ain't much, but it's in there. This is giving "fake friend" vibes. Bergdorf is deadass out here smiling in your face while throwing you under the bus at the same time #oooof

If you want, you can play catch up and be current with Brior's CC because they haven't made anything since May.....and It's almost July 🙃. So whoever has subscribed hasn't gotten any content yet. $5 for what?! #glorifieddonations

A month after that initial ordeal the list has grown exponentially! This one isn't current. The list is A LOT longer now.

If you pay attention to who all is getting shared, you'll notice that a lot of these creators come from SL. And not only that, but they all work with who? BERGDORF. There's something to be said about that.

Admin said "Fuckaround, and you WILL find out!"

Even David Heather's content has been uploaded there. And I think it's simply based on the fact that they did business with Bergdorf. Man hasn't made anything new for sims in two years, why else would he be relevant?

My conspiracy theory: Bergdorf fucked around and now this Admin has a vendetta against every SL person that Bergdorf has ever worked with.

Y'all didn't wanna listen when I said "don't associate yourself with problematic people".

Okay den. Don't be upset when you see shit like this happen! Contrary to the popular sims community belief, it actually does matter who you associate yourself with. This is a perfect example.

It's a thing, whether you like it or not. Your best solution to this is to just disassociate yourself with the problem child. Save your image. You doing business with a problematic person is a bad look for you. It makes you look a certain way. Hence why companies let go of problematic employees. Because they cannot be represented by such people, and they don't want to come off as supporting said people either.

As you can see, Dust Bunny wasn't listed on there until they started working with who?? Bergdorf.👀

As far as anyone is concerned, Dust Bunny hasn't done anything wrong. Which, at first, shocked me as to why they were added to the list in the first place. But then I find out who they're working with, and it all makes sense!

You had/have the opportunity to ask literally anyone else in the sims community for help in doing what you're doing, but noooo. You made the conscious decision to work with Bergdorf of all people. Yeah, she's popular, but not for the right reasons. We like her bags, we don't necessarily like her. She has one too many secret haters around here. One of them DM'd me her resume for whatever reason simply because they have a strong dislike for her.

Nobody is forcing you work with her. This community has hundreds of creators. You got options. And clearly you wasn't paying attention to all the drama linked to her. No one told you about the reddit post?

We are all grown and can make our own grown decisions. Just know that some decisions have consequences 🤷🏾‍♀️

So atp, it is what is. Don't try to denounce Bergdorf now! It's a little too late for that! The damage has already been done!

All I can tell you is maybe start looking for creators that **dont** have a history. There's hundreds to choose from! And no, I'm not gonna do your homework for you. You can go find them yourself!

This also warrants it's own post, but word on the street is that Bergdorf's conversions ain't even that great. But I'll save that for another post 😏.

Any SL creator that got a problem with the list needs to take that up with that Admin. Maybe talk to them in a civilized manner and they might consider removing your stuff.

Whatever you do, don't act "Hysterical" because that's what got y'all here in the first place!

[1cky-boi]

TW: Topics Of Suicide

The Week After I Killed Myself.

Monday,

I watched as the time ticked slower and slower,

I could feel my pulse in my hands,

Burning edges to a paper that can never be read how it was wrote,

I forgot to leave a letter,

Now my parents are left to wonder where they went wrong.

Tuesday,

The news reached my best friend,

I don't know what he does, but I wish I was there to comfort him.

The news comes on the same,

Police chase,

The weather,

Politics,

And the weather again,

But my parents don't watch.

The faucet in the bathroom drips,

Raising the water bill because I forgot to make sure it was fully off.

My mother would flip it off for me and not say a thing even after it being the fifth time that week,

But now she's trying to remember the way I used to play in the sand,

Before the move,

Before she knew what was happening to me.

When she thought she could still save me.

The school is notified,

But my grades don't weigh me down where I am at now,

I don't have to try so hard to matter anymore.

Wednesday,

The letters in my room are just letters now.

Ones that will only be read maybe once more,

Though it'll never be said how many times it saved a life, I'd hope you knew.

My stuffed animals have not slept in days,

Without a cold body to warm what place do they have in this old house?

The neighbors find out.

Condolences are sent.

Not one has my real name on it.

Thursday,

The funeral I arranged for Saturday,

Because my mom is always off work then.

I do not know who comes, or what is said,

I do not know where or how I was buried,

I was not old enough to pick it for myself,

Knowing my parents I'm probably a diamond, or a tree.

The letters have been found.

They know.

They know I loved you,

And you loved me.

I would have joked about how awkward it'll be when you see my parents again,

But my mom hugs you this time

And says she hasn't seen her baby happy like that in years,

And you both forget where you are for a moment ,

Dream,

Hope a little it's a different situation.

Friday,

My mom is going through my stuff.

My phone first,

She'll find out we were more than friends,

She'll tell my friend I am gone

And she won't know if it's a joke,

But when she sees what I've written

The sinking feeling in her stomach will be all too familiar

After, she'll go to the store,

See the man who always used to ask me how I am,

And break down in front of the produce.

Saturday,

The baby breath is half dead,

The lavender makes the air tense,

There's a mix of regular clothes and formal wear

I would have laughed at anyone who bothered to put on a suit.

I would have said how pretty you looked

My mom compiled home videos and photos from the last year's,

Though there's only a few she thinks are really me,

And they're usually the ones where someone else is with me.

She says the usual:

The "kind"

The "smart"

The "talented"

The "too young for this"

Or maybe she'd say nothing at all.

Ask you if you'd like to say anything and I couldn't hear it.

I always wanted to know what you thought of me.

Sunday,

My room is still how I left it,

The coats on the hanger

And the boots on the outside the closet door.

The books,

Dusty and un-bookmarked,

They'll search for me here,

But none of the words will sound like my voice,

And my mother will keep the video of me.

The video of me as a kid laughing close to her chest.

She wonders where I went when I got older.

How was this grave her baby?

How could I leave her behind after all of the things I said without an apology.

After all that's been done for me,

It was a waste to love me,

That's what somebody would think,

But I won't know for sure.

Whether im in Heaven, Hell, or Nirvana,

I won't come back.

I won't be able to run my hand through your hair,

And I cant feel the warmth of another hand to remind me I'm still here.

I can't hear the music,

I can't hear the screams or the pleas,

I'll be at peace,

But I'll be no more than I am now.

[chaeiimimi]

14 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can't handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Oikawa's press conference broke the internet, who could've thought that the kind, lovely and innocent Sato Himari wasn't who she seemed to be?

The internet was quick to switch sides, of course some of Himari's avid fans were still on her side and were still pushing the fact that Oikawa was the father of the child and Y/n manipulated Oikawa to do the press conference, but the majority was on y/n's side

The night after the conference, there was a huge celebration at your house, since you and Himari decided to cook up a huge feast, Oikawa's teammates from Argentina stopped by and visited your home and had a few drinks, Iwaizumi, Akira and the Seijoh Volleyball team of your batch was also there

The night was filled with a lot of tone-deaf singing from Akira, Iwaizumi trying to save his girlfriend from embarassment and misserably failing, Kindaichi having to vomit every few minutes but still decided to drink more, the twins being passed around because people can't get enough of their cuteness until Haruto just fell asleep on Kunimi's lap and Hayato fell asleep on one of Oikawa's teammates lap, Maki and Issei slow dancing to Akira singing "Hello" by Adelle which was very off key, Oikawa taking a picture of them with his left hand while his right is securly wrapped around your waist, Oikawa's argentinian teammates speaking in spanish while Oikawa translates for the team and vice versa to his Japanese friends

It was indeed a fun time, it felt like your head was lifted from underwater, you can breath again, the heavy burden you've been carrying for the past few months evaporated into thin air

A week after that, you were able to file a case against Himari, although you didn't want to do it in the first place because she was still your cousin and she's also pregnant, but you were also a mother and you were only trying to save your kids and your family on what she can do in the future

It was also later on found out that she was mentally unstable and needed therapy before having her baby

Everything seems to be falling in place, and it was a week before Oikawa had to leave for Argentina to begin a new season

You laid in your bed face to face, his hot breath fanning your forehead while you nuzzle into his chest

"bubs?" he calls

"hm?"

"i'm going back to Argentina next week"

"yeah, I know you're gonna do well this season"

"for sure, I have to make you and the twins proud"

You chuckled

"win or lose, we're still proud of you Tooru"

He smiles as he pulls you closer

"I know this might be too fast, and I know it still hasn't been long since we got together, god this is the lamest way to say it, but, will you move with me? To Argentina"

You feel his breath hitch and his heartbeat quicken, was he nervous?

You looked up at him and smiled

"we'll follow you anywhere babe"

And just like that, the day after Oikawa was helping you pack your things, he also insists on only bringing your clothes and not empty out the whole house since he still plans on staying here during off seasons, which was why, unbeknownst to your knowledge, he bought the house

A week later, you flew to Argentina to start a new life with Oikawa and your sons

"papa rapido!" Hayato exclaims while clutching the bag filled with baby bottles

"Mama are you okay?" Haruto calmy rubs your back and stomach as you were sweating buckets and breathing deeply, a puddle of water in front of the chair you were sitting on

The twins are now six years old and grew up to be fine boys

You were now expecting your third baby and your first daughter, but you didn't expect to give birth to her in Japan, you travelled here during mid-pregnancy and Oikawa had a long off-season, but you weren't due in like a week or two and you were planning on returning to Argentina tomorrow

Looks like that's going to have to wait

"OIKAWA I AM NOT ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH IN THIS HOUSE" you screamed

Your husband came out of your room, multiple bags hung in his body, his lips were trembling and his hand clutching his phone was shaking

"y-yeah yeah l-let me call an a-ambulance"

He shakingly dials a number

It rings three times before somebody picks up

"hello!"

"hello pizza delivery how may I help you sir?"

...

What the fuck?

"did you just dial a pizza place while your wife is in labor?"

The twins looks at the door and cheered "Seijoh Uncles!" synchronised like they were looking at their saving grace

Lo and behold it was indeed the Seijon ex-volleyball team, right there to save the day

Maki and Watari took the bags hanging on Oikawa's body

"carry your wife to the van"

Oikawa mindlessly nods and carries you in bridal style to Issei's van, which by the way had a huge fucking funeral home logo on it

But it didn't matter to Oikawa, what mattered was to get his wife to deliver their baby girl safely

And soon a whole ass volleyball team except for Iwaizumi, a shouting pregnant woman and two hyperactive twins were able to fit in the funeral home van

Thank god it wasn't traffic 'cause you ain't never seen a funeral home van travel so fast it was practically flying

Your arrival caused a huge commotion, imagine fully grown men, stepping out of a funeral home vam, screaming "help she's giving birth!", two identical boys screaming "our sister is coming!" and a very pale husband who was carrying his pregnant wife with wobbly knees

What added even more to the commotion was an arrival of another van, it was black with a huge MSBY sign to it

It revealed a Bokuto in a maskot costume without the head, Akaashi holding his-well the maskot's hand, Atsumu and Hinata practically screaming "this is an emergency! A baby is about to come out of her!", Sakusa who was clutching all the baby bags looking very embarassed at his teammates while Iwaizumi was there, his trainer clothes crumpled, his hair dishevelled and carrying Akira who was practically going hysterical

The medical staffs were flabbergasted at the sight of a lot of tall, muscular man in the ER, they immediately led the two husbands to the place their wives on the bed and rolled them over to the same delivery room since there wasn't any vacant one

"hey Iwa, I don't mind if my daughter falls in love with your son"

Oikawa says out of nowhere, their screaming wives in the background

"shut up shittykawa...I don't mind either"

"YOU TWO BETTER STOP THAT BROMANCE MOMENT OF YOURS WE ARE LITERALLY DYING HERE" you screamed in so much pain

"IWAIZUMI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I'M NEVER GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU EVER AGAIN AHHHHH" Akira was having it worst since it was her first time

Oikawa was pale, because of the nervous and the fact that you were squeezing his hand so tightly it felt like it was going to break

While Iwaizumi was taking Akira's tugs, kisses, and curses like a champ

After a lot of abuse for Iwaizumi and Oikawa, they finally heard theur babies' cries which made it all worth it

Oikawa takes a look at your daughtee, his eyes watered as he cuts the umbilical cord

He went to you and peppered your sweaty and unconscious face with kisses

"thank you bubs, thank you for making me the happiest man on earth now"

I may or may not be posting special chapters. Anywayssssss~ i just got home from a fam reunion and I'm finally updating this BHSHSHSHS, i love you guys so much, thank you to all those who read this until the end😭💖 sending virtual hugs and kithes😘 and remember to stay happy, healthy and safe babeesss💗💓

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Queen live at Brendan Byrne Arena in East Rutherford, NJ, USA - August 9, 1982

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This is an eventful US Hot Space show played to an arena that is far from full. In fact, a second night in East Rutherford was originally planned for August 10, but later moved to New Haven due to the low ticket sales.

Roger's voice is uncharacteristically hoarse tonight, and he struggles on some of his backing vocals in Somebody To Love.

Towards the end of his vocal exchange with the audience after Save Me, Freddie tells them, "I'm gonna make you sing like Aretha Franklin", like he did during Now I'm Here in Milton Keynes a couple months back. But this time he doesn't succeed, as he gives up after only one line. "I knew you were from New Jersey. You had to be. I mean, I've been listening to Gilda Radner. She's right!"

Brian starts Get Down Make Love (which segues into his solo spot) with his John Birch copy. A bit over three minutes into his solo spot he breaks a string, and soon turns off the analog delays, trying to make the best of the situation for a brief while (the other five strings go out of tune when you break a string on an electric guitar with floating tremolo, so one must hold the whammy bar down in a specific place for the guitar to remain in tune - not an easy task!). But he ultimately gives up, and takes the guitar off and hurls it over his stack of Vox cabinets (the one and only time he did this), snapping it in half. Some audience members watch in bewilderment as they have witnessed the normally gentle and soft-spoken May lash out in frustration. Others cheer the 'coolness' factor. A roadie, visible to the audience, picks up a piece of the Birch guitar and holds it up for a brief moment. The beleagured axeman then switches to his Flying V, and he and Roger (barely) finish the segment, not before that guitar, too, goes out of tune.

The next song is Body Language, and the front of house tech switches on Mercury's harmonizer a verse too early, giving "you got red lips" a bit too much redness.

Brian (who hasn't spoken much on stage on this tour since Love Of My Life was his usual speaking spot) says a few words after Under Pressure. "People of New Jersey, we seem like good friends. I tell you, we've seen you a lot of times. We've been around quite a while and we've done some strange things here and there. And now and again we've done a song which actually means something, and I think this is one of them. This is a song Freddie wrote for the last album. This is called Life Is Real." Queen performed the ballad only a few times.

After the song ends, Freddie asks, "How are we doing with the guitars?" He tells the audience, "I think tonight's the night we're gonna break as many guitars as we've got. If anybody in the audience has a spare guitar, bring it over here!" Someone in the audience replies, "I've got three!" He continues, "OK, we're gonna do a song that requires everybody on their feet, because I mean, you gotta... I know you guys are very cool and laid back, this is a really dirty song. You know, it comes from here." No doubt a crude gestitulation follows. "It's from the c*nt. It's called Fat Bottomed Girls!" Brian lets out a lot of aggression in the last couple minutes of the song, even playing some heavy syncopated lines before the final few bars.

Frustration abounds in Freddie as well, as he responds to a drone he (and everyone else) is hearing. "Before this next song, we'd like... what is that fucking noise? It's been driving me crazy all fucking night. I bet it's not doing you guys any good, either."

It takes a little while for the Red Special to be restrung, so Brian plays his Flying V for a few songs, according to a fan who attended the show (although Brian stated in a January 1983 interview that he acquired the Flying V *because* of this incident - but this claim is questionable, as pictures from last week's concert in Toronto reveal his Flying V on a guitar stand side stage). These few songs sound different with this new guitar tone - particularly the Bohemian Rhapsody solo. He would return with his beloved home-made guitar for the hard rock section of Bohemian Rhapsody, but he wouldn't fully regain his composure for the rest of the evening.

In the second verse of We Are The Champions, a flippant comment from Mercury sums up the evening: "It's been no bed of roses, I can tell you!"

A fan wrote to Brian at his Soapbox about this night:

"During the show you had problems with The Old Lady and came out with the Birch copy. Then the birch copy had some problems and you threw it and your roadie missed it I think because he held up something that looked like a broken Birch Guitar. You then played a good part of the concert on a Flying V. I remember wishing I had a camera to see you playing on the V. You played Life Is Real while repairs were being done. Freddie even joked if someone had an extra guitar to please bring it up. After the break in BORHAP you came back with the Old Lady."

Brian's reply:

"You evidently saw a special night ... the only night when I ever threw a guitar off stage in despair ! And, yes, I did hit the ground behind the stage - I'm pretty sure I thought I was throwing to someone, but evidently I misjudged it. And, yes, its neck snapped clean through. I kept it for a while, intending to get it fixed. But we decided it would probably never be good at staying in tune, because it wasn't a very rigid instrument. And not being able to get it in tune was what drove me to distraction that night, and this was what led to its demise! As I remember, this was on top of having problems with the Red Special in the beginning - in the heat of the moment, this was the final straw ! I imagine your bootleg of the show will reveal the problems I was having. These things usually make me feel ashamed, frustrated, angry, in the moment... I don't like giving people less than the best. So this picture really does tell a story ... a unique story. I wonder what happened to the Flying V ... As for the Birch guitar, well, we lent it to Guild, to compare, while they were making their Red specials under license in the 80's. Then we all forgot about it for many years. Then it turned up, and thanks to a friend (I think I told the story here) it now resides back with me. We have decided to keep it as it is, in pieces, just for historical interest, for the same reasons as before."

Brian has since reunited with the guitar, apparently after it was purchased on eBay. Its story and a couple pictures of it can be seen at Brian's website. It was repaired by Andrew Guyton, although it wasn't a complete restoration as Brian wanted to see exactly where he broke it.

The photo above was taken by Gary Gershoff. Here are a few pro photos from the show:

These photos were taken after the show, at a party in New York:

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Fan Stories

“Queen played a great show, but when Brian started his Brighton Rock solo, he broke a string on "The Old Lady" and you could tell he was not happy. He actually threw that guitar at the stand and it fell over and me and my fellow RS/Brian/Queen fanatic buddy looked at each other in astonishment. He quickly was given the John Birch copy by his guitar tech and continued his solo. Well about two minutes go by and you could tell he was not happy with the Birch and then a string breaks on that guitar. He was on Deacons side of the stage and he runs over to his side towards his wall of Vox amps and hurls the guitar over the stack. His guitar tech brings out the Gibson Flying V and Brian finishes the solo. At the end of the solo the tech brings back "The Old Lady" restrung as Queen kicks back in. I believe at this point Brian was doing the solo in the middle of Now I'm Here. Some time between one of the next songs the Tech emerges from behind the stack to show Brian and the entire audience the result of Brians outrage as he holds up the two pieces of The John Birch. My friend and I looked at each other and knew we had just seen a bit of Queen history. From what I remember it was a case of the neck snapping off from the body. I remember a few months ago somehow the John Birch had turned up and Brian was curious about where and when it happened.” - Todd

[shawnpetermuffins]

I Miss You

A/n: I hope this is good because I put this off for so long wanting to do it justice. And this is based very loosely off I Miss you.

Summary: you two broke up recently, and it's not sitting well with Shawn, even though he's the reason you broke up.

Requested by @it-isnt-in-myy-blood: Hi, I recently listened to the song 'I Miss you' (Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels). Maybe you could write a fic based on the song, angsty but with a fluff ending? Thank you... ❤️

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It may have only been a week, but I'm missing it here! 😭

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I shut my phone off and toss it to the end of the bed. I should have been with her on that trip, but tour got in the way. I got in the way. It's crazy to think that if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have said that my girlfriend and I could overcome any obstacle thrown at us. But ask me again a week later, and I would tell you I was wrong. That being away from her for months at a time was too much for me and I broke it off because I thought it would be what was best for both of us in the end.

Now ask me if I still believe that.

I don't.

I haven't told anyone about us yet. I mean, everyone probably suspects because there haven't been Amy preshow FaceTime calls for good luck, and I'm not texting like a madman during dinner or when we're on our way to the venues. And I know she hasn't said anything to anyone either. How? Because for one, she hasn't blocked me on any social media - I know, I've checked at least ten times just within the last two hours. And two, she hasn't deleted the three pictures of us that she has on her Instagram. They're still there for everyone to see, me included.

Now my fingers are hovering over the keyboard and I'm staring at her name on my phone which is still My Love 😍, and I'll probably never change it. Because she is my love, and to strip her of that title because I'm an idiot just isn't fair.

Hey... I miss you

I type and backspace and type and backspace at least ten times. Because I want to text her. I want so badly to text her, but what if she doesn't want to hear from me? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to. I was the worst. Breaking up with her over the phone, no less because I was hurting being away from her. Never once did it occur to me that, yeah, she was hurting too. Or maybe she's with someone else. Maybe she's found somebody new. I want her happy, sure. But I selfishly still want to be the one that makes her happy.

Y/n I miss you.

I delete it one last time and open my photo gallery. I have an album saved for photos of us. Photos that I never got to post because she wanted to keep us as private as possible without being a secret. Which is why both of us only have 3 photos of each other on our Instagram. One for our six months, a year, and a year and a half. Two more months and we would have had a fourth picture.

I'm swiping through the photos landing on one I took of her when we were flying back to Canada after our first trip together. We're on a private jet because this was before we went public with our relationship. Andrew made sure that we weren't seen together in the airport or anything. She's sitting in the seat across the aisle from me, legs up to her chest, earphones in, head resting on her knees as she smiles brightly at me. There's another one of us curled up together on this tiny chair in a green room in the UK that Andrew sent me. She's literally curled into a ball on my lap, sleeping peacefully and my legs are spread in front of me, arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting against the back of the seat.

The next one Brian took. We were at my place for a very impromptu new years party. It was just gonna be me and y/n, but she insisted we invite the guys over. And we did. It was one of the best nights of my life. We're watching the ball drop, with her in my lap, arm around my shoulder. I have one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh. I think Brian knew something was going to happen because at ten seconds to midnight he pulled his phone out and captured out first new years kiss. She's holding my face and I'm practically leaning her back against the couch. It looks like I'm seconds away from crawling on top of her, and it be honest, I probably was. She's just too perfect for me to resist.

Then there's one that Josiah took of us just a few months ago at the studio house. I had y/n on the kitchen counter, she was in these jean shorts that I loved her in and a button up that she'd stolen from my suitcase. Not that I was complaining. It looked far better on her than it did on me. I stood between her legs, my hands on her sides, slipping under the shirt a little bit, leaning her hips exposed. Not that either of u cared with her fingers threaded in my hair as casually as they were. My face is blocked by her figure, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that I was smiling entirely too wide standing between her legs.

The video that follows knocks the breath out of me. She giggling like crazy, but the camera isn't on her, it's on me. On my back, more specifically. She laughs even more when I wince at the feel of her fingers on my red, raw skin that is now home of her fingernail scratches.

"Baby? What happened to your back?" She asked, amused.

"Don't know," I said, turning to face her, my cheeks still holding a slight blush. "But I think the real question is, what happened to your neck, missy?" I pluck the phone from her hands and turn the camera to her where she's trying to cover her face. I manage, however, to take her hands in my free one and the camera focuses on the flourishing bruises that litter her beautiful neck, my favorite place to rest my head.

I close my eyes, the memory of that night filling my mind. Watching her come down from her high, my face still buried between her legs. The weight and cold touch of her hands as she pulled me up to her, into her, because she needed me closer. I can hear myself murmuring the words 'I love you' all over her skin, still remember the way her back arched when I hit the right spot again and again and her finger ran down my back over and over, once more and she probably would have drawn blood. And I may not be home, but I can smell her on the sheets, that constant aroma of warm vanilla penetrating my nostrils. God, do I miss her.

I'm only making it worse for myself by doing this, I know that. But I should feel bad. I lost the greatest thing in my life and I didn't need to. So I got back to our messages, but instead of going to type a new one, I scroll through, reading through our old texts. There's countless paragraphs of us professing our love for each other. Lots of random pictures sent, most from my side. There's conversations about getting a home together, and a dog. And her telling me how much she loves my family and me telling her how much they love her, how much they ask about her. It's all hitting me too hard right now.

And it doesn't help that im literally sobbing at 2 in the morning, in Paris. The city of love. The place she told me was her favorite trip to ever take with me. Where we stood atop the eiffle tower and I gave her a promise ring, a ring that said I would love her and keep her forever. A promise ring that was now probably in the ocean in Cabo because I tore us apart so easily.

I sit up suddenly, struggling to catch my breath. It takes a few minutes, but I'm able to pull myself out of this empty bed that would only be comfortable with y/n laying next to me. I'm scrambling through the room, picking up the pair of jeans I threw off my body earlier and slipping back into them. I find a torn work out shirt in the bottom of my back and push my head and arms through before throwing my youth hoodie over my already overheated upper body. My passport is sitting in my guitar case, and I grab both things without a second thought. My suitcase trailing behind me.

It's difficult booking a flight and carrying a suitcase and guitar all at once, but I get along just well enough and adjust myself in the lobby while I wait for a taxi. I don't text Andrew until I've made it to the airport and am in my seat on the plane, ready for take off.

Emergency... had to fly home. Promise to make it back in time for the Paris show.

And I turn my phone off before he can text or call me back. Because there isn't a damn thing that he could say that would keep me there in a city that's meant for lovers, when my lover is across the world instead of laying in my arms the way she should be.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know there is someone out there who is better for her. Someone who isn't constantly on the move. Someone who can come home to her every night and help her make dinner. Someone who can cuddle her until she falls asleep when she's having a particularly bad day. I know there's someone who can do those things.

But I also know that he won't love her the way I do. He won't know all the little things that I do. Like how she only uses a blue toothbrush. Always has. And he won't notice the tiny scar that she has on her right middle finger from when we tried to make dinner together one night and she cut herself. He probably won't know that she wakes up at 3:34 every single night, because she hasn't been able to sleep fully and soundly through the night since she was four years old. And he'll mess up the way she likes her tea, using tea bags instead of leaves. (She like the herbal taste that you get when you use the leaves. And she likes when you do two scoops of them, and two scoops of sugar, but just cane sugar, the rock sugar makes it too earthy. And of course, she drinks it on ice because she hates burning her tongue with hot drinks.)

I'm thinking way too much as I get off the plane, reluctantly turning my phone back on only to see texts from just about everyone I know. They're all asking where I am, but I ignore them, because what I'm about to do is far more important than anything they threaten me with. I have to make things right.

Standing in front of this door that I've stood in front of hundreds of times should make me feel at ease. Remembering all the times I had her pressed against the other side of the door because I just couldn't wait to have her all to myself. But if anything, it's making me more nervous. So nervous that my hands are shaking, palms sweating, my breathing is jagged and I know if I don't knock right now I might never get the chance again and I can't lose her for real this time. So without giving myself the chance to rethink, I knock on the door three times and I wait, handing in the pocket of my hoodie.

I wait a solid thirty seconds, which feel like an eternity, before the door finally opens and I see my beautiful girl. Her face is bare, hair only halfway straightened, and she's in those shorts I love and my old Led Zepplin t-shirt.

"Shawn," my name still sounds like heaven spilling from her lips. "What are you doing here?" She crosses and then uncrosses her arms, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before standing completely straight.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I sniffled and heard my voice crack with just three words, "I miss you."

"Shawn," she shook her head.

"I tried not to," I insisted, still standing like a fool on her door step. "I swear I did. But I couldn't stop. I looked through all our pictures and texts, and I couldn't stop myself from missing you. And I know I have no right to because I broke things off. But I was in Paris and I was miserable because Paris was your favorite place, and that was where I promised to love you forever, and I'm still keeping that promise. I was an idiot," I continue to ramble. "If there's a better word for that, then I'm that too, because I thought it would be easier if I broke things off. This tour was going to be so long and to go that long without each other, I was scared that it wouldn't be enough for you. But it's not what I wanted, y/n. It's not, and I just-"

"Shawn, stop."

I shut my mouth instantly, ready for her to tell me to leave. But what she does instead throws me completely off guard. She pulls me into the apartment and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her head deep in my chest.

"I miss you, too." She mumbles and I exhale slowly, only to inhale that scent that I love so much. The scent that is naturally her. She starts to pull away, and even though I don't want her to, I let her but she only leans back enough to take my face in her hands and before I even have time to blink, her soft lips are on mine and I'm whole again.

She's mine again and I'm never letting her go.

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[short-welsh-and-angry]

So, yesterday, I was supposed to go out to my grandmother's with my sister and my dog to see our barn cats, seeing as we had a half-day. I hadn't been living out there like I used to - my grandmother had only been up and around for just a couple weeks after beimg layed up since christmas for an operation, and theres always drama avout how I've chosen to train Markus. They've never had big dogs, so I don't necessarily expect them to understand that they're different from small dogs, but taking the word of someone who's done her research. Nonetheless, I've raised all of those cats since they we're about 7 weeks old.

Except for Izzy.

Izzy is nine years old, and I've had her since just before I turned 7. She was born under my dresser at our old house, and her mother had let me hold her immediately after she was cleaned off. Izzy has gotten me through tough times, like whrn my mother was incarcerated, then in the hospital, and when my father was in a toxic relationship. Izzy was always there. Her and I used to cross the creek together, and climb trees, and I'd write in the barn with her sitting on the bench right beside me. Izzy is my baby, my best friend, my soulmate. I'll never find another cat like her, nor do I want to.

15:30, my sister and I were getting a little anxious, seeing as our grandmother was silent - no call, no stopping in after getting groceries

Nothing.

So, I called her. And after having this amazing day in which we took Markus (my dog) out to the field for off-leash training, and got out of school early, and my new room had some progress, my heart sank. No, broke. Like someone ripped it out of my chest, twisting while doing so,and crushed it right then and there.

My grandmother picked up, and I asked her "1.) What is a good time on Monday for Connor's appointment-" Connor has a hole in his side. "- and 2.) Where are you?"

"I told you any time is good Monday; Cory doesn't have to work."

I can't remember how the next part of the conversation went. Probably because it didn't matter. Only thing that mattered was what she said after the next part.

"On my way back from gettin' groceries, I found- I found our Iz. On the side of the road. Somebody got her."

I almost thought it was a joke, until I noticed she was crying, too.

I hung up. I couldn't. It felt like my world was falling down around me. I felt weak, especially in my knees, and my sister got me before I could drop. I couldn't believe it - my Izzy, gone. For 7 years she'd been crossing thay country road, there was no way it could be hers. Surely it wasn't her, right?

When Aurora and Markus and I went out to my grandmother's, I seen Izzy. Before I even got out of the car, I seen her. I didn't want to - I wasn't ready to see her. Not yet. My grandmother said she wasnt bad - just looked like she was sleeping. And how I wish that were the case.

We sat inside for a while. I asked my grandfather why he just left her out like that, on top of one of our metal generator covers. He thought I wanted to see her.

When we finally went out, Misha was sitting outside the garage. Connor was coming back from where my grandmother found Izzy. Castiel was sitting on a truck, on the side of the barn that which faced the road, like a sentinel guarding the rest of the cats, in a daze, staring at where my baby girl once lay.

I don't know how long we stood there by Izzy. I had fallen to my knees, screaming and crying into the called ends of my sleeves. Aurora was frozen, like she couldn't believe it either. My grandmother was right - she did look like she was just sleeping. It simultaneously made saying goodbye easier yet more difficult. We could face her, whole, and not mangled, but on the other hand, she looked like she was going to sit up and start bitching at us for not immediately giving her affection. We sat there, waiting for any sign of life. Aurora kept staring at her as I did, waiting for the smallest sign that her side's were rising and falling, taking shallow breaths because maybe she was just unconscious, not dead.

When I pet her for the second to last time, she was so cold. So wet, and cold from the rain. But her undercoat was still warm. She hasn't been gone that long.

While we had been standing there, before gaining the courage to approach her, Misha had been trying so hard to get Izzy to wake up. Mishi was meowing at her, standing at the foot of Izzy's temporary bed, trying to gain any reaction from the elder cat. Cas was looking all over in the barn for her, and when we later came back out before I had to return home, Connor was sleeping in Izzy's bed.

The last time I pet her, I broke down again. I wanted her to move, to meow at me as a way of telling me she was alright, to push her back against me as if I to say "scratch me, hooman." If I would have thought of it at the time, I would have taken a brush to her, and brushed the gravel from her paw and leg fur, and deshed her one last time. She always loved to be brushed, no matter what time of year.

We can't give her the burial she deserves yet. The ground is too frozen. Now, she's in a bag, in a box, in the barn. It's the best we can do for her right now, to make sure nothing can get at her.

And Izzy, I love you. I love you so much, much more than I can begin to put into words, because there simply arenr enough out there that can convey just how special you are, pretty girl. You were my first cat that I could call my own, and no matter how many companion cats we ended up with that took off, you always stayed. When your sister left, when your son left, when your best kitty friend left - you didn't leave with them. You stayed right here with us, until you couldn't any more. You had so many good years left ahead of you, mumma, years that you deserved. We all loved you so so much, and we still do. We always will. I love you. Aurora loves you. Logan loves you. Destiny loves you. Dad loves you. Cory loves you. Papa and Nana loves you. My mothers side of the family loves you. People that never even met you love you. You were the bag that changed it all, Izzy. Because of you, you opened the rest of our family up to the idea of having cats, that cats were worth something. That cats aren't loyal just because we feed them - that cats love people. You proved that when we didn't have cat food for about 3 days, and not once did you leave. You opened their minds, and caused the rescue of and housing of 12 other cats. You changed our lives so much, beautiful girl. You SAVED lives. We'll never forget you Izzy, please don't ever forget us.

Goodnight, Mumma-Kitty. You're with your mumma and kittens now.

[trystmmmwords]

FORBIDDEN STRINGS 🌼

Life hasn't been easy. Hear me out first and then lets talk about all cliches.

It wasn't easy getting here, why talk about this now?

Because after all this time, its today or may be this week when I realize I lose things for good. It torments me everytime so much that all I have in mind is running away from everything. But somehow some unseen energy pulls me back and makes me go through it instead of running away from it. I make relationships with everything that comes into my life. Be it that old receipt I saved for 17 years because it made me happy at some point in life. I took care of it in the most tender way that it still looks like a day old. You see how important things and people are for me. Even when I might not just reply them in days or weeks. You are always tender and safe in my heart. My personal safe haven for everything. I dont have a hate block. I just become distant when I see somebody trying to shake their place in my life. I will give you innumerable chance to let it just stay there as it is before I finally decide to walk away and draw the line I can never wipe off for you. So you can still be sacred in my life even when we both are gone from each others lives. I sometimes go through the old gallery or old conversations to re live the beauty of those forbidden strings. The ones I was summoned to give up. I am fragile and strong at the same time. I'll be your guardian angel or someone you'll regret losing. I bet on that at this point. Because people like me, we give give and give until you start draining our existence. So when I tell you I am here I am there in all my conscience and loyalty. I will only be the audience of your misery once you start corrupting your own loyalty and I am not even sorry. Because you deserve that downfall for letting my heart decide to break . It took me innumerable ruptures to become this cold yet the softest human.

So when I start to just decipher your disobedience to my farewell in your life, there's no going back because I wanna keep your existence sacred till it was worthy. I will not let you spill the foul over my sacredness.

[julie-o]

LUCENT'S RISING

Alex has not seen Lee since he became Seeker's apprentice. Nearly two months ago, in the middle of the summer. When the school started and he still didn't show up, both him and Simon tried to contact him many times, they even visited his sister in the hospital. Only to hear the same thing all around - He is busy.

Busy? He could be, but not finding the time to at least call his boyfriends... that was a little bit over the line there. As angry as he was, he called again this morning and few minutes prior...

,,Still not picking up?" Simon raised from his chair.

,,No... I mean... he is in different city but... Do you think that he found somebody else?"

,,Lee? Come on!" Simon smiled. It was an attempted to soothe Alex's mind. It didn't help.

Simon had his own doubts. Diana was called there two weeks ago and just like Lee she went silent. It was hard when Lee left now that his best friend was gone as well...

,,Boys! COME HERE! LEE IS IN TV!!"

,,He is amazing," the reporter exclaimed, ,,the rising protector under the name Lucent is just a second-year student of Simonel. Seeker took him under his wings, but he hasn't been seen for two weeks.

For the last few hours fight with the criminal know as Whisper has been unnoticed. Our reporter is being held a hostage- Wait! He was saved! We have a live footage from one of other hostages!"

As the quality grew worse, a figure with blonde hair and few brown streaks showed on the screen.

When it footage finally got sharp, Simon and Alex gasped in unison. It was Lee but it wasn't Lee. He looked different. His hair was longer, tied up, his face and body more muscular and he no longer radiated the soft golden retriever energy. He looked more like a wolf. Angry, growling and pointing at something far away! He was bigger, more confident a looked even more beautiful.

,,Shit!"

,,Yeah," Simon blushed, ,,me too, Honey. Me too."