#it’s 4am i don’t know what to do with myself

[loderlied]

got some sleep the horrors persist but so does the gortash obsession etc etc

[robotic-maid]

How things are going again… update I guess? Still can’t figure out how to read more on mobile. I’m just typing this out so it can leave my head.

[orchideius]

genuinely, when will it end??? I am so tired of being here and I am not sure how much longer I can push myself to keep going. i’m exhausted.

[insanechayne]

~ ~ ~

[blueskyheadleft010]

Holy. Fuck.

I just realized that the Lotus can be seen as a metaphor of Hear no Evil, See no Evil, Speak no Evil.

Margulis is the one who never spoke any evil. Though physically blinded after an accident, she didn’t need her eyes to see what was wrong. She continued to use her compassion and endless kindness to heal the broken Tenno and reveal the ugly truth about the Orokin even as she was executed.

Natah refused to hear the evil words of the Orokin. She had seen enough of the evil they had wrought upon the Origin System that she cared not for what they had to say. Perhaps this is what caused her to be captured in the end, but her strong conviction is what motivated her to enact justice upon the evil empire.

Lotus sees no evil. She wears a headpiece over her eyes so no one can gaze upon her or her to them. She directs and leads the Tenno through a database of digital information beamed into her head via wires connected to her headpiece. She is direct, often blunt in commands, but also genuine. She has ears everywhere to tune into things she needs to help guide the Tenno in their fights. She struggles to be more than just the commander and quest giver, so emotion is hard for her to express or process. She has little to no filter when she does get upset, but saves most of her scathing remarks for those who deserve it.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my 4am Ted Talk.

What am I doing in your walls? Well, I suppose that’s something you’ll have to ask Loid about because honestly I don’t know myself.

[chloeangelic]

addressing the drama (with receipts)

I wanted to have my ducks in a row before speaking out instead of just responding; I’m not doing this to change anyone’s opinions - it’s really not possible change someone’s perception of me even if it’s based on falsehoods - but I need to do this so I know I’ve said and shown what needs to be shown, and people can do with it what they please. 

To the readers and writers who have blocked me, unfollowed me, and mutuals who have stopped talking to me over this - I’m really, really sad you didn’t come to me first and give me the opportunity to explain what was going on. I understand if you wanted to distance yourself from drama but I also need you to understand that this was not discourse-drama I willingly got myself into. This was a month of frequent harassment and slander that eventually turned into bullying by a group of people using false info, hiding behind side blogs and anons, and I hoped it would blow over but it never seemed to stop. With anons turned off for most of the last two months, people have gone to my friends’ inboxes instead to harass them about me (and insult them in the process), and I can’t do this anymore.

I feel so alienated and disliked in this community that I can’t go on the dash without feeling like I shouldn’t interact with anyone out of fear that they’ll get uncomfortable seeing me in their notifs. People keep saying they want the community to get better and then they jump on the bandwagon of vague posting and RBing without taking a second to verify the claims, clearly not realizing how much hurt it causes to perpetuate it. If you’re reading this, I  hope your name isn't the next one they pull out of the hat when they want someone new to push off the platform. 

Explanations, timelines and receipts below. 

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For anyone waiting for an explanation regarding the posts and anons about me that have circulated for weeks, or waiting for receipts proving or disproving that I’m a mean girl who spends my time talking shit, here you go. I am so beyond hurt, I don’t even know what to say. I’m floored, I’m so disappointed in this community and I’m so sad. In the last two weeks, I stayed up until 4am one night receiving screenshots of posts and anons about me, I cried, I tried to understand why this has happened to me, and I have sat here day after day with no answers. 

If you think I’m being melodramatic, try losing a quarter of your mutuals and having a bunch of people block you when you’ve had either no interaction with them or they’ve all been positive, and see how that feels, on top of constant rumors about you being a terrible person when you know you’ve barely had any negative interactions with anyone on the platform. I can’t be on tumblr any longer without exonerating myself and putting it out there that all of this has been one gigantic mess based on lies about me, seemingly compounded by grievances people have against Gracie (some one whose personal conversations have nothing to do with me). Either I do this, or I log out forever and only post on ao3, cause I feel like the fucking grim reaper here. Posts about me being an awful person are still circulating, despite the original post being deleted and the follow up stating that the OP has talked to me and they have apologized.

I’m not naming names in this. I will be using person A/B/C/D to make it less confusing. I’ve removed identifying information from the screenshots because even though I’m hurt by these people, I know that they will get dogpiled and harassed if I identify them, and I want it all to stop. Several have apologized to me and I have accepted. 

Sometime in December, rumors started circulating that there was a “big/elite writers discord” where they talked shit about small writers (I’m not in any discords specifically for writers and I have never heard of such a server). At about the same time, person A - someone who was very active in my own, now-deleted discord server, started frequently vagueposting about me, calling me a mean girl and, intentionally or not, made it seem like I was part of this “elite group of writers”. This is someone who I have never had a negative interaction with and who seemingly out of nowhere decided that I call myself elite and I’m a terrible person. 

Person B had some grievances with myself, Iris, and Gracie it seemed, so they went to person C and accused us of talking shit in our voice chats. I assume person A and B have talked about me at some point and validated each other’s claims, but I can't know that for sure. Person B messaged me from a burner account and apologized, then seemingly deleted the account after I responded.

Gracie frequently posted about us three chatting, and although I understand this might have felt alienating to some, many writers are open about having group chats with each other. All we did was write, edit, and Gracie sometimes made memes. We talked about non-fic stuff often, and when Gracie had an issue with other writers and she was upset, we talked about it. That’s what friends do. She knows that I believe those situations were handled poorly. One of those situations came to light recently - I had a very pleasant conversation with the writer involved, and we are still in touch.

I have spoken to person C, who posted the most “popular” smear post about me and some of my friends. They retracted their statements and profusely apologized to us, admitting it was based on stuff they heard from person B, showing me screenshots of the conversation. However, their original posts are still circulating through reblogs despite being deleted from their account. 

Person D also posted about me and my friends, however their post was sort of ridiculous, accusing me of spending more time replying to anons than writing. I found this funny, but the way they slut shamed my friend was absolutely not humorous, and dragging a random writer in to criticize them was a strange attempt at adding fuel to the fire. 

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And for the receipts, 

I blocked person A after seeing a handful of vague posts clearly about me, and after they interacted with every single rude anon posted about me that I saw. I think that’s reasonable, no? I’m not gonna post screenshots of their posts cause I honestly just don’t want to look at them again, they make me feel kind of sick if I'm honest, but if anyone doesn’t believe me, they are welcome to DM me and I will send. 

Person B messaged me, admitted to partaking in this mess, and apologized. This is part of a LONG message:

Person C apologized over message and called me on discord. We had a conversation clearing things up, they deleted their posts and wrote a public apology. 

If you need any proof that person B’s claims were, in fact, baseless, look at this exchange between person B and person C after person C had cleared things up with me.

Person D honestly just creeps me out, cause what the fuck is this? Fine if you don’t like me based on my writing or my persona on here but… Why the witch hunt? 

ETA: Person C asked person D to take down their post and they never responded. This was sent prior to that, I know the full context, I just thought this specific part was worth sharing to show how vile some people allow themselves to be behind burner accounts.

What kind of behavior is this? This was from a sideblog, and I don't know what their main account is. It creeps me the fuck out knowing this person is lurking somewhere in the community.

I have hated every moment of this. None of this has been fun for me. This has completely fucked up my motivation to write and my enjoyment of it, it has made me anxious, it has messed with my self esteem, and it has made me want to log out of Tumblr and not come back. 

Please, I beg, if you have an issue with me, just come to me and I promise I will have a conversation with you. You can’t tell people’s tone over anon and I don’t think that’s a good way to have a conversation, especially one about something that should be solved in private, so they remain off, but my DM’s are open. 

I'm so sick of seeing vagueposts and trying to decipher if they're about me. Having to do that a bunch of times messes with your head.

I'm not sure what to do moving forward, but I needed to say my piece. I don't want to talk about this again, I want to put this behind me. I seriously hope this doesn't wreck my last remaining want to share my writing on here.

Thanks again to everywhere who has supported me in my DMs and comments, you mean the world to me 🤍🤍🤍 And if you found yourself duped by all this but change your opinion on me now or eventually, I won't hold a grudge, and I'm happy to speak again and pick up where we left off.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Bakery Girl and Salaryman ~ Ch. 1

fluffy Nanami x Bakery Girl (you!) in which you are crushing on your regular customer and grow closer by flirting over sandwiches // [ao3]

edit: Ch. 2 available here!

Your friend hid a giggle behind her hand as she ducked into the kitchen and waved at you. “Hey, your boyfriend’s outside!” You spun around from where you were wiping the counter and flung the soggy dishcloth at her.

“You know he is so not! Quit embarrassing me!”

She sidestepped neatly out of the way and beamed an infuriating smile back. “Yeah but you know you wish he was. I’d love to serve him myself but it looks like my break is…now!” She wiggled her fingers at you and slid out the back door of the bakery, leaving you alone.

You knew for a fact that her break wasn’t for another hour, but you rolled your eyes and tied on your apron, washing your hands slowly at the sink. You could pretend it was for responsible-employee-hygiene purposes, but you were also trying to quash the irritating swarm of butterflies that had appeared in your stomach. You couldn’t help but be intrigued by the quiet blonde who had started frequenting your shop lately. The quiet, mysterious, gorgeous blonde…

“Not my boyfriend”, you mumbled to yourself, adjusting your red beret and biting your lip all the same as you emerged behind the register.

His back was to you, and you took the opportunity to let your gaze linger. His pinstripe suit hung perfectly off his broad shoulders, tapering over his narrow waist and long legs. His head was a little tilted in the noon sunlight, soft prisms from the entrance window reflected onto his blonde hair. You were struck by a sudden urge to brush your fingertips over his undercut, wondering if his gelled hair would fall out of place, over his forehead, into his dark eyes-

Eyes that were definitely looking right at you. Fuck. When did he turn around?

You slap on your customer-service smile, a little strained as your cheeks flush. “Good afternoon!”

He doesn’t smile, but his voice is gentle when he replies. “Afternoon.”

The man looks exhausted. His sharp cheekbones stand out underneath deep circles that sit heavy beneath his eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek, and concern washes away the embarrassment. You don’t stop to think before asking, “Are you getting enough sleep?”

His eyes widen a fraction at the familiarity of the question, and you wish you could take it back…but at the same time, you worry that no one else would ask.

The silence stretches between you until he raises an eyebrow and asks, “Are you?”

You look up at him, valiantly forcing your gaze up from where it wants to rest on his tight-pressed lips. What would they look like relaxed? On your cheek?

The butterflies in your stomach seem to have spread into your brain, and you laugh, leaning forward on the counter. “Well my shift starts at 4am, so not really, if I’m being honest.”

He nods seriously. “Bakeries are very essential. Your work is quite important.”

He’s not exactly giving you much to go on, but this is the longest conversation you’ve had with the stoic blonde so far, so you make the most of it. “What is it that you do, then?”

His eyebrows knit together and he looks away. “I make rich people richer. My job is…non-essential. Not like yours.” A ghost of a smile twists his marble features. “People would certainly miss this bakery if it were to disappear.”

“Well don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere! We! We’re not going anywhere, I mean.” You smile hard enough to make your cheeks ache, willing him to move on without thinking too much about what you said. Casting around for something to do with your hands, you begin putting together his usual lunch order. “So, is it rich people running you ragged then?”

He smiles, a real, actual, too-brief smile. The crack in his demeanor is like the sun breaking through clouds, and you have to look down at the bread you’re buttering to shake off the dazzle.

“You could say that.”

The two of you go quiet again, but it’s more comfortable this time around. He watches you work, and you would swear he’s admiring the precision of your sandwich artistry. Or you’re delusional.

You put the finishing touches on the sandwich and slide it into the toaster over behind you. When you turn back to face him, he’s looking at you quizzically. “Pardon me but, I never ordered.”

“Oh, you always get the same thing so I made it without even thinking, I’m sorry!” You apologize quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up for the third time in this five-minute conversation. God you’re being such a dork! Get it together!

He cuts off your apology and inclines his head to you. “I didn’t realize you were…paying attention.” You’re astounded to see twin spots of color appear on his pale cheeks. “I suppose I am a man of habit. They stopped selling these at my local convenience store.”

So that’s why he’s come around so often lately! You offer mental thanks to the fickle gods of his local convenience store, and the gods of sandwiches for good measure. “Well I’m sure ours are better anyway, being an essential bakery and all”, you tease. The toaster dings behind you, and you slide the warm sandwich into a plastic bag.

“I’d say so”, he replies quietly, the corner of his mouth tilting up as he looks at you. He looks marginally more relaxed, and you can’t help but feel proud.

“Well, please do keep coming by. We’re always happy to see you, Mister…”

“Nanami. Nanami Kento.” His face has settled back into its familiar flatness, but you this time you think you can see warmth hidden in his tired eyes.

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Nanami.” You bend down to grab a paper bag off the top of the stack you keep below the register for to-go orders, and package his sandwich as he pays. “I hope you get some rest soon.”

Another split-second smile, and he takes the bag from you. “You as well.”

You force yourself to stand calmly by the register until the door shuts behind him, then you rush back into the kitchen and hide your face in your hands, a stupid smile spreading behind them. Nanami Kento.

Your friend saunters back in from her break with annoyingly perfect timing. “How did it go with your boyfriend?”

You’re too giddy to tease her, and give her a grin. “I know his name!”

“Ooh that’s amazing!” she squeals. “That’ll be so helpful when he texts you. What else was he going to say, ‘hey bakery girl?’ Now he can be all, ‘hello, this is whatever-his-name-is’”.

“When he…what? I didn’t give him my number,” you frown.

She steps closer and gives you a sheepish smile. “You…sorta did.”

You round on her, eyes wide with dread. “What did you do!”

“Well, you said he always orders lunch to-go, right? And you always put those in the paper bags, so I figured if I wrote your number on one of the bags and left it on top…”

“Oh my god…” you slump against the dishwasher and hide your face in your apron. “How could you do this to me!”

Your friend mimicked your despairing pose and peeked behind your apron. “I’m sorry, you would just be so cute together! And I knew neither of you would do anything, so I thought I could give you a little nudge. It’ll be worth it, you’ll see!”

Her earnestness wore you down, and you leaned your head on her shoulder. “Fine. But if this blows up on me…”

She threw up her hands in mock surrender and scooted away. “Okay, okay, fair! Just wait and see. You’ll be thanking me at the wedding!”

You rolled your eyes at that, but stood up and prepared to go back to work. True, you never would’ve been bold enough to do it yourself, but you remember the blush that crept up his cheeks when he realized that you remembered his order, and allow yourself to hope he’ll have the same reaction to finding your number. You picture the smile you earned from him, and all you want is the chance to see it again.

[wayfayrr]

it's been declared that my blog is the go-to, to post the drunken late-night (for me anyway) crack fics

anyway this spiraled at 4am on a very long lasting discord call and both myself and @angry-trashcan wrote it in about an hour, it's catboy wild and wars with reader in their home <3 enjoy!

“Wild please for the love of everything holy, get down from the counter top.”  He didn’t listen, instead sitting himself down on top of the stove next. “One day, and one day soon, that thing will be on and burn your bottom. And I will laugh.”

“Not when you’re the one facing the bills.”

“Link.”

“Yes, my partner in crime?”

He’s not moving any time soon unless I do something, and it’s not like I don’t already know he’s incredibly light. Lifting him up so that he can wrap his legs and arms around me is easy enough. 

“See? Isn’t that so much better already?”

 “Better for you and your wallet maybe-”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” He laughed, a hand to the back of his head, ears twitching wildly.

I looked at him for a hard moment, eyes running over his face. “Uh-huh.” I rolled my eyes playfully, turning back to the stove. “I’m gonna make dinner. Can you go get Wars and tell him it’ll be done quickly so hurry it up.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Hmm? But I thought you didn’t like me holding you?”

His grip got a little tighter at that, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck like he’s trying to get as close as possible and succeeding. 

“When did I say that?”

“Well with your little comment about my wallet?”

“You know what I meant.”

The way he ended that with a small nip at my collarbone is proof enough of his words.

His feet hit the floor and he turned towards the living room to go get Wars. At least, I thought he was. The loud scream of the other boy’s name startled me, getting a scream of my own to carry through the house. 

“Wild!”

His shoulders rose to his ears, face bright red as he slowly turned back to face you. “...yes?”

“I asked you to go get him not shout for him, I could’ve done that from here.”

Not even words, just a redfaced pout as he turned to run off to go and wake him up from his very likely nap. Then seconds later he simply comes back out of breath and makes grabby hands at me to pick him back up. Not that I can say no, but he’s gotta start learning better manners. 

“You’re spoiled rotten I hope you know that.”

He hums out a happy noise as I pick him up to let him wrap his legs around my waist once again. “You better be helping me with dinner if you’re going to hang off of me like this.”

“Why would I do that?”

I rolled my eyes again, glancing over to see Wars coming into the kitchen. “Dinner will be done soon. Would be quicker if someone would let me cook.”

A gasp. “I am your moral support! You wouldn’t be able to make dinner without me!”

“I wouldn’t be able to make a dinner without hair in it, maybe.”

“I think you know full well that I could.”

“Mmh… full well you could what?”

Oh he really was asleep then, and now he’s winding his arms around me where wild isn’t clinging onto me. Great, I’ve got even less movement to cook properly now. The feeling of his purrs as his head is on my shoulder is nice though.

“Wars please, not you too.”

“Do you really not like it love?”

“I didn’t say that, did I?”

“I kinda sounded like it.”

“Wild, not you too.” I sighed, reaching down to turn off the stove. “Fine, let's order take out. Come on now, to the couch.”

Wild practically leapt off of you, rushing to get the best spot on the couch before Wars could. 

“Can we get seafood?” Wars mumbles.

“Would I dare try to feed either of you anything else?”

“I don’t know, I’d like to try some of that fancy wagyu sometime.”

“Wild.”

“Yes?”

“No.”

[chosotallgf]

DOUBLE IDENTITY #3 - TOJI FUSHIGURO

🔙 previous chapter

SYNOPSIS - y/n is a third year college student who is about to intern for the top business company in Japan in a week, what happens when she unknowingly cross paths with her future boss not knowing he's hiding a secret.

WARNINGS - mafiaboss toji x fém!reader, geto x fém! reader, alcohol, moderate au, sexual activity, criminal activity & behavior, naoya is his own warning, angst & fluff (not really lol) not proof read

As the night when on and more drinks were consumed, it was obvious how wasted you were than everyone else in the group. Slurring horrible jokes with Gojo and dancing like you were alone in your room. God how you wish you listen to utahime earlier and took it easy, that stupid bartender just wanted to run our pockets empty.

as you where dancing you felt someone behind you, scared it was a complète stranger but it was just geto “dancing all alone here?” he whispered in my ear. his hot alcohol breath sending shivers down my spine. Turning my head to look behind me I giggle “are you gonna be a gentleman and dance with me?” flashing my eyelashes up at him.

his tall present shadowing over me was already enough to make me feel things I didn’t want too. “I thought you wouldn’t ask” as soon as he said that I got right to it and started grinding on him. his hands griping my hips in a smooth manner following the music.

I’m feeling up against his crotch I can tell he’s starting to get hard “someone excited” i teased at his growing erection. “You find my little problem funny huh” geto slurred as he slowly started to move his hands down to my ass and slap it getting a gasp out of me.

Across the dance floor watching the whole interaction shoko shook her head her “those two together drunk is a bad idea they do reckless things than regret it” “don’t be a cock blocker” Gojo comes behind them with a tray of more drinks. “he hasn’t had anything action this whole semester” utahime whips her head around “and how would you know that” she questions.

“Because the dorm rooms are like paper thin so everyone I could know if he was, can’t say for myself tho” “pathetic, well I’m stopping it, it’s already 4am I’m tried and I’m not babysitting any longer.” Utahime march over to you and geto startling the both of you.

“omg utahime you scared me where have you been” you slurred out trying to hug her. “That’s enough for tonight let’s go say bye” talking to you like the a child who’s leaving a weekend sleepover. “Already? The fun was just getting started” geto winks at you and you blush. “Yes now come on before I leave you”

Even tho she would never you don’t take her words lightly. following her back to you guys area, you stop mid way realizing you had to pee so badly so you quietly sneak away. ‘Shit where is the bathroom around here’ finally seeing the sign you wobble over and as you came closer you in the hall there was a long line forming outside the women’s bathroom.

‘I’m gonna pissed my self if I don’t get to a toilet any sooner’ you whine. suddenly, an idea popped in your head to use the up stairs bathroom surely it was for VIP only in that area but you could work your way around it. Looking out to see who was securing the stairs to there surprisingly didn’t see anyone.

‘That’s odd they would always have a guy or two on stand by, oh well’. ducking going up the stairs so you wouldn’t get caught as you walk by slightly crack door, peeking you saw older business casual men no later than their 30s getting lap dances by strippers as cash was getting blown around.

‘So this what happens up here, I thought they only serve drinks?’. Moving on, reaching a dark lighten hall way, you finally found a bathroom with staff only on it. Not caring you enter the one person bathroom.

A/N - the few chapters it’s gonna get more interesting :)

[shveris]

incorrect quotes collection, part 2

sashisu + first years (nanami, haibara, ijichi)

part 1 part 3

shoko: suguru, would you please not satoru this into a situation worse than it already-

satoru: the fuck, did you just use my name as a verb

satoru: at least whatever the fuck is wrong with me is really really funny

shoko: satoru won’t come out of his room

suguru: just tell him i said something

shoko: like what?

suguru: anything factually incorrect

shoko, shrugging: if you say so

satoru, arriving moments later: did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

shoko: schrödinger’s cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day

nanami: we call that “traumatic event”

nanami, turning to suguru: not a “major L”

nanami, turning to shoko: not a “bruh moment”

nanami, turning to haibara: not “unpog”

nanami, turning to satoru: and definitely not “OOF LMAO”

suguru, entering the kitchen: is something burning???

satoru: *leaning seductively over the kitchen counter* just my love and desire for you

suguru: satoru the fucking toaster is on fire

satoru: i think we should kiss

suguru: and i think we should commit genocide on all non-shamans but we don’t always get what we want

suguru: name a more iconic duo than my incapability of taking care of myself and my insomnia. i’ll wait.

satoru: you and me!!!

suguru, tearing up: okay

satoru: remember when you didn’t try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

suguru: stop romanticizing the past

shoko: i don’t think yaga-sensei is very happy with you

satoru: what?

suguru: what do you mean?

shoko, stepping closer to the fridge: “dear suguru, dear satoru, i hope this message finds you before i do” wow that’s a threatening piece of paper for sure

satoru: you’re the love of my life and my best friend, i would do anything for you

suguru: i want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule

satoru: absolutely not

suguru: okay, truth or dare?

satoru: truth

suguru: how many hours have you slept this week?

satoru:

satoru: ... dare

suguru: go to bed

satoru: i don’t like this game

suguru: i want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

satoru: i go to bed at 4am, wake up at 7am and work until 4am

suguru:

suguru: i want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

(the last 3 are based on gojo satoru's official time table)

yaga: how many kids do you have?

satoru: biologically, emotionally, or legally?

yaga: why do i feel like you forgot the “illegally���…

suguru: if you can’t beat them, dress better than them

shoko: and look where that got you…

satoru: 112 dead people

satoru:

satoru: I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK DON'T THROW THE RING THAT WAS EXPENSIVE-

shoko: we need to open this locked door. satoru, give me your credit card

satoru: here

shoko, pocketing it: thanks. suguru, break down the door

satoru: i need your help

shoko: the last time you needed my help we were stuck in the limbo for three days

yaga: there are seven chairs and ten kids. what do you do?

suguru: have everyone stand

nanami: bring three more chairs

haibara: go to another room with more chairs

shoko: the most important ones can sit down

satoru: kill three

ijichi: do you have any skeletons in your closet?

shoko: you mean literally or figuratively?

ijichi: honestly, the fact that i have to specify...

satoru: why are you on the floor?

suguru: i’m depressed

suguru: also, i was stabbed. can you get shoko please?

*playing chess*

satoru: *easily beats everyone because he knows how to play*

nanami: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

ijichi: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

suguru: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

shoko: actually, you can’t do that, because i said so

haibara: they named a board game after cheese?

satoru: suguru, what are you doing tomorrow?

suguru: having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do

satoru: my life is a mess

shoko: toru relax, go get a beer

satoru: i don’t even like beer

shoko: who said it was for you?

*ijichi and suguru are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff*

ijichi: oh my god! geto-san, backwards!

suguru, on the verge of losing his shit: really, ijichi? i thought i might go forwards into the river, i thought that would be a fun thing to do

satoru: am i right, sho?

shoko: i’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, i wasn’t listening

satoru: *trying to buy a father's day card*

satoru: excuse me, do you have any that just say "you are my dad"?

associate: well, i-

satoru: how about "you banged my mom"?

associate: no…

satoru: you know what, i'll just get a blank one

satoru: *writes* you are a father. this is a day. here is a card.

(bonus because i recently rewatched snapcube's shadow fandub and this is my fav line)

toji: let's see, the best way to make money is killing that star plasma vessel girl...

toji: *sees satoru and suguru together*

toji: new idea. adultery.

part 3 is already in the works lmao

[merlieve]

Hello! I wanted to request a Gilbert x fem!reader where the reader seeks comfort within Gilbert’s arms after a devastating event in the reader life, the rest is up to you

i’m only me when i’m with you :: g.b

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: you know how i’m a SLUT for hurt comfort, so now i’m chugging this one out, also Dr. Gunn was a real medical publisher, i did my research. sorry if it’s shorter than usual it’s literally 4am ]

The [Last Name] household had been a well-respected family at Avonlea, their reputation of formality and intellect exceeding expectations. That’s why when [Name] had gotten an 80% on her mathematics evaluation, her father ridiculed her for her academic performance;

“How have you managed to get such a scarce grade in mathematics?! Are you an imbecile?” Screeched [Father’s Name], gripping his daughters' worksheet in his hand, veins in his head, almost about to burst. “You’ve shattered our family name!”

Standing in front of her disappointed father, [Name] could hardly do anything, tears flowing from her cheeks, as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

[Mother’s Name] quickly shut down her husband’s behaviour, “We don’t have the time for this [Father’s Name], let's talk about this in a civilized manner -” “Who cares?! Our daughter’s an idiot!” Interrupted by her husband, she knew better than to fuel his fire. “Times like these, I ask myself if she’s even mine…” Whispered [Father’s Name], tearing [Name]’s worksheet until it was shredded.

As the papers fell in front of her trembling body, [Name] wasted no time in leaving her home, grabbing her coat and shunning the calls of her parents, pleading for her to come back.

…

While walking by the eye-catching rivers and cattle farms of her town, [Name] didn’t seem to enjoy the beautiful scenery, eyes blurry while being filled with tears. [Name] felt like there was no place to go, the once comfort of her own home felt like the last thing she wanted to go back to. If she had nowhere to go, why were her legs taking her to a certain Blythe’s home?

Knock, Knock. Knock.

The faded knocking on the front door startled Gilbert, who was scanning the latest book of Dr. Gunn, he hadn’t expected any visitors to come, ‘then again, it could be the wind,’ and dismissed it, but when he heard a faint; “Gilbert? Is anybody home?” He quickly ran down the stairs, sniffing his clothes to make sure he seemed decent enough.

Opening the door, Gilbert was alarmed at [Name]’s shaky body, “G-Gilbert…” sighed the girl before him, her lovely face drenched in tears. She wasted no moment collapsing in his arms, hugging him with all her baggage. “Don’t let go, please… I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, I have nowhere to go…” Whimpered [Name], shoving her face in his neck, inhaling her beloved’s scent.

Taken aback, Gilbert hadn’t expected [Name]’s sudden vulnerability, but he didn’t need to understand her to give the same amount of comfort back. Hearing her shaky breath, Gilbert’s heart was filled with compassion, “I will never let go. I’ll protect you, darling, I always have and never failed,” Placing his hand on the back of her head while the other patted her back, as he attempted to soothe her.

Whatever happens, [Name] always comes back to Gilbert.

[weird-arcanefangirl]

Rainy Days

TW:signs of depression, blood(described), wounds and later chapters WILL discuss suicide and self harm. If you are triggered by these themes do not read this. I will make happier stories

I do not relate to this, and this might not be accurate. My grammar and writing abilities aren’t good, please correct me or give me constructive criticism ❤️ also, this story was !!!PERFECTED!!! with AI, I wrote it myself, everything, but because I’m German and my whole family doesn’t know much English, this is one of my only options. I have the original where I wrote it into my notebook and made notes for myself and I still have it in it’s earlier stages (I already wrote much more when I was younger, my grammar was pretty bad tho) if anyone wants proof (the notebook) I’ll release it on @toulouseradiosilence <3

enjoy!

Chapter 1: Rose

I wake up to the sound of rain pouring onto the roof. The first thing I do after lying on my side for another 5 minutes is to look at the alarm clock. The time it’s displaying is barely visible, yesterday’s meal is standing in front of it. Would you call that dinner or breakfast? It was at about 4AM, so I’m not really sure, but it also does not matter, so I shove the leftover ramenbox and cheap diet lemonade off of the bedside table. The bottle shatters on the floor, startling me. Besides the cars, rain and airplanes outside this is the first noise I’ve heard today, and probably one of the ones I will hear. I finally look at the time. 10:30 AM. I’m not late to anything, I haven’t been late to anything in months.. or years. Because there is nothing to be late to. Nobody needs me, I’m not part of this “system”. And I think that’s not as bad someone would expect. I don’t have any responsibilities whatsoever. I don’t have to take part in this society, I can do whatever I want. And I choose to lay in my bed, draw or sleep. I have food in my storage (ramen, diet lemonade/ water). Sometimes I crave foods I used to eat when I was younger, but it’s certainly not worth going to the store for. Some days I eat a lot, some I don’t eat at all. Most days, actually. Some days I don’t get out of bed and some I don’t even wake up. Others I don’t sleep. Sometimes I look at drawings or other posts on tumblr. That’s all I really do. Sometimes I think about signing up and posting my drawings, but I’m not good with social stuff and this is too social for me in many ways, so I don’t. I have to go to the toilet, which is pretty unusual for me, considering i barely drink anything. I don’t want to get up though, so I continue lying in my bed for another 20 minutes, until I feel too uncomfortable. I sit up and put my feet into the ground. Something sharp cuts into one of them. I don’t do anything; I don’t even look down to see what just hurt my foot. Another minute of just sitting there and staring goes by until I decide to check. A piece of a broken diet lemonade bottle. I stand up and shove the trash under my bed, I didn’t remove the shard. I start walking. The cut stings. I really do not care though. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I push the door open and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I quickly look away. I sit down onto the toilet and.. pee.. yeah, I pee. Afterwards I continue sitting on the toilet and my eyes trail along the way I was walking on, from the toilet to to the door. The door is open. I live alone. There’s a trail of blood on the floor. What? Oh. It’s my blood. Wait, yeah, of course it is. Who else’s would it be? I put my leg into the other to look at my foot. The shard is still in there. I actually kind of panic because it looks really, really bad. Almost my whole foot is cut open. And THAT is a reason to stay in bed all day (as if I wouldn’t do that anyway.. but now I have an excuse, I guess.) I limp over to my bed, but before laying down I check whether I still have some water. Luckily, I do. So I let myself fall onto the bed back first, take a chug of water and start to sleep.

Next chapter will probably release next week❤️

omg I just read through it and the amount of typos I made?? Guys pls tell me if there are mistakes this is embarrassing 💀😭

Also I hate the pace, its so fast…

[szaryherbatnik]

This is the shit i wrote about kremy last night. Dislaimer this is very self indulgent and i do mention myself here but yeah. This is for the two people that wanted to read it mwah! Another disclaimer this is just a 4am ramble and i doubt its anything more than a summary of a bunch of episodes. Obviously, spoilers for ouaw ahead, especially the last few eps.

Hello yes it is me the leader of Kremy nation welcome to the party the room is empty there is no party just me and my thoughts about one Kremy Lecroux.

I think I have to point out at the beginning that being suicidal in Avantris, in the world of D&D in general, is completely different to being suicidal here, in our reality. We have religion, we have beliefs, sure. But no matter how much we believe in those things, there’s no concrete proof of the existence of the afterlife. Of any kind of an afterlife. We don’t know what comes next. Now, in D&D, afterlife is tangible. It’s a very real thing that exists. I’m not an expert, I don’t know most things about D&D but from my humble understanding, after a person dies, their souls go on a journey to an afterlife. One of a few possibilities. To my knowledge, your afterlife depends on what you did as a living being, similarly to how we view heaven and hell etc. So although it was a bit shocking to me that Kremy pointed out just how spiritual he is in episode 45, it makes total sense. 

Here’s another part where I wish I knew more about D&D. Kremy is a warlock, warlocks have patrons. Patrons provide those whom they teach with magical abilities, and also a form of protection. I don’t think it’s a general rule that patrons have something to do with the afterlife, but Kremy’s patron, Baron Samedi, does. And he’s a proper figure in voodoo religion here on our planet. Referencing Kremy in episode 45, the Baron wants to ensure a good afterlife for his warlocks. A “fun” afterlife, a “party of skeletons”. Kremy talks fondly of him, why wouldn’t he, and at some points he even repeats the phrase “the Baron provides” when he’s particularly blessed with magic (fanfic flashbacks). In the episode 45 speech, Kremy at some point says:

“When I die, I want to have a good time too.”

“Too” as in… he wants to have as much fun as the Baron and those who are already partying in the afterlife or as much fun as he’s having while being alive. I will come back to this. So Kremy being spiritual is not weird, the afterlife is real, magic is real, when Kremy dies, and fulfills certain conditions, he will be provided with a cool afterlife. Great. Wait, what was that about conditions?

This is where I’ll jump into introducing another character. Remy Garou. Bastard man who I hope suffers a painful death but he won’t because he’s canonically alive for at least 15 years after the events of Once Upon a Witchlight. Remy Garou is on the top of the list of top ten evil exes. He’s the one that introduced Kremy to magic, to the Baron. In fact, we got a quite detailed description of Kremy meeting Remy for the first time (yes I’m aware they sound like weird twins but they’re really not they’re not even the same species).

And wow. That first meeting was gay as shit. I don’t even want to talk about it, I can only mention that Kremy has a type when it comes to men. Whatever toxic romance these two had doesn’t matter (ALTHOUGH I WISH I KNEW MORE ABOUT IT), the important part now is that Remy is not a cool guy and he will murder Kremy and his friends if they don’t pay the money they owe him. Except. He won’t kill them. This is the condition that I previously mentioned. In the episode 45 speech Kremy said that he will only be granted his dream afterlife if he’s on good terms with all the other warlocks the Baron is the patron of. Remy has power over Kremy in this situation of debt, instead of being murdered, sent away to the realms above or beyond, Kremy and the Krew will be turned into uh… weird swamp creatures and they will forever live in constant pain. Not cool. 

AND IN A WEIRD TURN OF EVENTS THAT INCLUDE A MUSHROOM TRIP.

Kremy lost his memory of Remy. He exchanged the memory of their first meeting for a vision, he didn’t know the memory would be lost. Remy’s existence was entirely erased from the minds of Kremy, and the entire Krew. They still remember the debt, just not the consequences. Kremy now doesn’t know that if he fails to pay the debt, he will fail to fulfill the conditions of getting into his dream afterlife. And that’s when the suicidal thoughts really kicked in. 

No that wasn’t the first time I clocked Kremy as suicidal or depressed. The first time I noticed something was clearly wrong was when they stood outside of Bavlorna’s hut, when they were so high up, they could only see a sea of clouds spreading out beside them. And in that moment Kremy mentioned that when he stands in high places, he gets this weird desire to jump, just an intrusive thought. He said he would never do it, but he feels like he wants to. He named this “the call of the void”. Naturally I thought “yeah of course I think of that when I’m high above ground” but both Frost and Gricko said that no, they never think of that. And that it’s a weird thing to think. Oh okay. And they never spoke of it again. From that point on I was kind of on a lookout for more signs of the void calling. I hear it everyday, apparently Kremy does too. I have this gaydar thing for depressed people apparently.

And when Kremy forgot about the consequences of his debt, when he forgot that his afterlife would be taken away, the void started screaming. It was almost instant, the way he started saying that hey, he might as well just drown, he might as well just get thrown off the shelf, he might as well get eaten by a beaver. Why not, just let this be over. It got so intense to the point that he got called out on it, but hey, it’s Once Upon a Witchlight and serious moments don’t last long in less significant situations. Without the fear of not being able to go to the Baron’s skeleton party, Kremy just wants to die.

This answers the question previously stated. When Kremy dies, he wants to have a good time too. Because he’s not having a good time being alive. 

I fear people will either say “Nooooo that’s not true Kremy loves Gideon! Why would he want to die! He doesn’t want to die, he has so much to live for! Like Gideon!” or “Yeah Kremy sucks he doesn’t love his friends he’s a shitty guy he doesn’t truly love anything I don’t like Kremy”. (I don’t actually think that I’m just so goddamn paranoid it’s embarrassing.) That’s not how it works. You can love someone and something and still want to be dead. I don’t think he’s just sad, obviously it goes deeper. It’s not basic trauma, this goes far beyond Kremy’s want to be a different person, to be cooler, more dapper, more elegant, richer. Yes, Kremy is quite paranoid and I doubt he fully believes in who he created himself to be (obviously obviously obviously) but he does, from a technical point of view, have things and people to live for. But that’s not how it works. 

In my love for Kremy, in a way of begging for my own happiness, I hope he will have a good time being alive. I hope I will too. I love tragedy in fiction, Kremy’s writing is brilliant and I should be thanking Richie every second of my pathetic life for creating Kremy. But I can’t detach myself from Kremy emotionally, I want him to be happy. 

but i also want him to suffer just a bit more so i can squeeze every single fact about his life and mind out of him eeheheheheheheheheheeh okay its 4am goodnight

[riahollywood]

thunderstorm where y/n is scared of thunderstorms and there’s a huge one outside and erling comforts her and it’s just really cute and fluffy? 🥰

the loud crash of rain hit the window as the sound of thunder echoed throughout room causing you to jump under erling’s usually cosy duvet.

giving up on trying to sleep, you carefully peeled yourself out of erling’s arms and sat up in bed. looking over at your boyfriend, you silently cursed him for being able to sleep through anything.

you wanted nothing more than to wake him up and have him have him comfort you, tell you everything was going to be okay and distract you from the booming storm that had been going on for the past hour. but erling had had a late night game and you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up.

you put your feet into your slippers and grabbed erling’s hoodie that he had left draped over a chair in the corner of the room, immediately feeling a little more settled as you engulfed the familiar smell of his aftershave.

entering the lounge, you stuck the tv on and got comfy on the sofa, wrapping a blanket over your legs. you flicked through the channels and settled on some rip off version of selling sunset, really just wanting a bit of background noise as a distraction.

you couldn’t help a yelp escape you when a loud clash of thunder erupted and a strike of lightning flashed through the light curtains of erling’s lounge.

as your body begun to tremble, you bought the blanket up to cover your head. the storm showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down as the sound of the heavy rain remained constant, bursts of thunder going off every minute and flashes of lightning following each time.

you sniffled quietly, closing your eyes tightly to try and block out the lightning.

you were bought out of your trance once you felt a gentle hand on you. letting the blanket fall from you, erling was lent down to your level, visibly concerned.

“baby, what’re you doing up? it’s 4AM.” he spoke, voice deep and his accent stronger than usual. he rubbed his eyes and you felt awful for waking him.

“i’m sorry for waking you, i just- i had to do something to at least try and distract myself.” you spoke, sniffling in your best attempt to stop yourself from sobbing.

“oh sweetheart, is it the storm? are you scared?” erling asked and you nodded, not being able to hold back the tears anymore.

“hey, hey. it’s okay baby. i’m here, you’re safe. nothing is going to hurt you.” he was still crouched down to your level, gently stroking your cheek as he spoke.

“you should’ve woken me up, darling. how long have you been out here?”

you shrugged. “i didn’t want to wake you, it’s not fair after your game.”

erling took a seat next to you on the sofa, leaning over so he could look you in the eyes.

“what do you say i make us some hot chocolates and we cuddle up and watch that movie we were talking about till the storm settles down?” he asked and you nodded. he always knew how to make things better but just having him there and saying comforting words made you feel safe and as though nothing could harm you.

erling made the drinks and stuck the film on before cosying you next to you on the sofa, wrapping both of you up under the blanket.

“next time, wake me up. i don’t care how tired i am, you’re my girl and my number one priority. forever.” erling spoke softly and some of the anxious feeling that had taken over your stomach somewhat subsided at his sweet words.

it wasn’t long before there was another paticularly loud clap of thunder that made you jump and whimper slightly. erling grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“darling, you’re safe. i promise.” he spoke softly but reassuringly.

“it’s just so loud.” you whined, looking up at him.

“i know, baby.” he replied tenderly, wrapping him arm around you and encouraging you to cuddle up into his side.

“you know i would never let anything hurt you.” he kissed the top of your head and you hummed in response, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the man who you knew would never let any harm happen to you.

erling stroked your hair and held your hand until finally the storm quietened down.

eventually you fell asleep on him, and once he was certain you were out he carefully picked you up and carried you back to bed where he cuddled up behind you, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder before he drifted off to sleep himself, with you wrapped up in his arms.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twenty nine

*Ellie’s POV* The clock read 9:03 when I woke up, feeling a lot better than I expected. Normally after those many white claws my head feels like it’s going to split open. I rolled over in bed to feel Noah’s side was cold, I swear he couldn’t sleep in past seven no matter how late he went to bed. I laid there, remembering last night, and how I finally spoke to Matt for the first time in months. It felt relieving to know that we were fine, but I knew things wouldn’t be the same just yet, it would take some time.

“Ellie!” “Morning, boys.” I yawned as I made my way through the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Matt caught my attention as I turned to grab the oat milk from the fridge. He walked over to me and poured himself another cup, sending me a half sympathetic smile, completely unaware of what happened after Noah caught us. “Hey is -“

“Not here.” I cut in, “I’m gonna go outside if you want to talk.” “I’ll be right out.” He whispered before I left the room.

I weaved my way through all the guys as I headed out into the backyard. Folio was curled up on one of the pool loungers, using his hoodie as a blanket. I thought about going over to wake him up, but he looked pretty comfortable. I don’t even want to know what he got up to after I went to sleep. 

“How’d you sleep?” I asked Matt as he sat down beside me at the patio table. His eyes looked a little bloodshot, telling me everything I needed to know. “Not that great.” He muttered, not taking his eyes off his coffee cup. “I was up most of the night worrying about what was going on with you and Noah. I didn’t want to text you incase I made things worse.” I took a long swig of my coffee as I mulled over last nights events, “he panicked over us being alone last night…I guess some of the guys put it in his head that we were unfinished business.”

“Well are we?”

I rolled my eyes, he hasn’t changed at all, “Matthew …”

“I’m just kidding.” He assured me, “Noah is his own worst enemy, especially when he’s overthinking. I’m sorry if I caused a fight between you two, it wasn't my intention.” “It’s okay. I cleared the air with him and he’s over it.” His eyes narrowed as he locked them with mine, “do you think he is?” “For the most part.” I replied with a little uncertainty. “It’s just a touchy subject with him, and I think it will be for a while.” “Guys, breakfast is ready!” Jesse yelled from inside. Matt brushed my arm with his hand as he got up, the contact made my heart skip. I chose to ignore it as I walked in behind him, but I couldn't get my heart rate down.

“Where have you been?” Noah asked as I sat down beside him. “Just outside.” 

He didn’t seem convinced, I could tell by how he looked over at me, then over to Matt and back to me. Folio came in staggering from outside and sat down beside Matt, not looking at any of us. Jolly threw a strawberry at him, causing him to give Jolly the finger. I tried to hold back my laughter because I’ve been in worse shape than Folio was right now. 

Jesse and Davis made us pancakes, eggs, bacon and everyone dived in. I could get used to people cooking me food like this every day. Best part was that they never asked for anything in return and wouldn’t even let me clean up when I offered. The boys talked about how they stayed up until 4am playing cards and drinking, making me laugh at what I missed. Matt was sitting across from me and we kept stealing glances at each other, I tried to fight the flutters in my stomach but it was hard. I chalked it up to me not seeing him in a while, but I was probably gaslighting myself into believing that. 

“Fuck.” 

We all looked at Steven who sat down, almost distraught. 

“What’s up dude?”

“I just got off the phone with Josh and Fit for a King’s opener had to drop out so Thousand below just got offered it.” He paused, looking at our confused faces, “it means he has to miss the last half of our tour.”

Matt brought his hand to his face, rubbing it in frustration. I knew Josh has been a huge help for the band on the road, so this was bad news, “I could make some calls to find someone but we go on the road so soon.” “I can come help with the gear and tech part of the tour, but I know nothing about helping out with merch.” Caleb offered, I honestly forgot he was here. “That’s a start.” Matt said, “we just need help with merch and vip then.”

Jolly leaned over the table, looking in my direction, “El, what about you?”

“What about me?”

Noah placed his hand over mine, making me turn my attention to him, “we did talk about you working with the merch team anyways, so why not start now?”

“I mean…” I stopped. Mostly because I was stunned Noah put me on the spot like that but I also wasn’t expecting to start working with the band until the new year. 

“It would be like 7 shows El, the last leg of the tour is lighter than the first.” Nick said, showing some signs of life. “Having you on the road with us would be really cool too.”

“I don’t know.” I didn’t want to let them down, but my head was spinning with all the possible outcomes of this. 

“If it helps, you could bring Liam you. We can fly you guys to each stop and put you up in hotels instead of being on the bus.” Matt spoke up, causing Noah to glare at him, "that’s if you decide to come.”

“That would .. actually work.” I chewed on my lip, mulling it over. “Who’s gonna watch him while I’m working?”

“We all can, Ellie.” Davis added, “I usually just go to hang out so I can watch him, then we can watch the shows from Matt’s booth or you can just go back to the hotel.”

“I’ll think about it, I have to talk to Liam and Tyler first to make sure it’s okay.” I scanned the room, seeing everyone’s eyes on me left me feeling uneasy. “Just let me have a couple hours.”

Matt nodded at me, “this would be a huge help but take all the time you need.” 

Being on the road with Noah would be really fun but I don’t want to ruin my son’s routine either. I also had to come to terms that Noah and I being together meant life was about to look a lot different than before. This wouldn't be the first and only time I'd be on the road with him.

“We’re really doing this huh?” Noah whispered in my ear. 

“We very well could be.” I sighed before I narrowed my eyes at him, “please don’t put me on the spot again like that ever again.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t -“ 

“It’s fine.”  I snapped, “I need to go phone Tyler.”

Anger started to take over me as I went up towards my bedroom to get my phone. I don’t mind helping the band out, but Noah should’ve known better, he knows I can’t say no to helping people. It’s literally what I do for a living. I grabbed my phone, sitting at the edge of the bed as I waited for Tyler to answer his phone.

“Hey Ellie, everything okay?” “Umm, yeah…. I just had a question for you.” I answered, nervously twirling my hair between my fingers. “Something came up with Noah’s tour and they asked me to come help with the merch booth. I haven’t said yes because I know this would interfere with our schedule with Liam. So what I’m asking is, are you okay with me taking Liam? I know the environment might not be the best but everyone here loves him and promises to keep him safe.”

“I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned about him being exposed to that environment. However, with Noah being in your life, this is something he’ll get exposed to eventually.” “I’m sorry it’s happening so soon. If this doesn’t work out, we’ll be back on the next flight home.” “I trust you Ellie, and I know you wouldn’t put Liam in an uncomfortable situation. Do you want to talk to him to see if he wants to go?” I smirked, “of course.” “Mama?” Liams small voice came over the phone, making my heart melt. “Hi baby, mama has a question for you. Do you wanna go on a plane with me to watch Noah sing?”

“Nick going?”

“Yes.” I chuckled, forgetting how much he really liked Folio.

“I wanna go.”

“In a couple weeks, ok? I love you.”

He hung up the phone, not giving me a chance to talk to Tyler again but it was okay. I took a deep breath before going back downstairs, nervously biting my lip as everyone stared at me waiting for an answer. For some reason, my eyes fixated on Matt, feeling my anxiety disappear as he sent me a reassuring look.

“So?”

“He said he’ll go as long as Folio will be there…so we’re in.”

“And for once Folio’s immaturity saves the day.” Jesse commented as the table erupted in laughter. 

I just shook my head, leaning against the wall. Two weeks on the road with these guys was going to be equal parts terrifying and interesting.

[gaywattpadstorykid]

Rainy Days

TW:signs of depression, blood(described), wounds and later chapters WILL discuss suicide and self harm. If you are triggered by these themes do not read this. I will make happier stories

I do not relate to this, and this might not be accurate. My grammar and writing abilities aren’t good, please correct me or give me constructive criticism ❤️ also, this story was PERFECTED!!! With AI, I wrote it myself, everything, but because I’m German and my whole family doesn’t know much English, this is one of my only options. I have the original where I wrote it into my notebook and made notes for myself and I still have it in it’s earlier stages (I already wrote much more when I was younger, my grammar was pretty bad tho) if anyone wants proof (the notebook) I’ll release it on @toulouseradiosilence <3

enjoy!

Chapter 1: Rose

I wake up to the sound of rain pouring onto the roof. The first thing I do after lying on my side for another 5 minutes is to look at the alarm clock. The time it’s displaying is barely visible, yesterday’s meal is standing in front of it. Would you call that dinner or breakfast? It was at about 4AM, so I’m not really sure, but it also does not matter, so I shove the leftover ramenbox and cheap diet lemonade off of the bedside table. The bottle shatters on the floor, startling me. Besides the cars, rain and airplanes outside this is the first noise I’ve heard today, and probably one of the ones I will hear. I finally look at the time. 10:30 AM. I’m not late to anything, I haven’t been late to anything in months.. or years. Because there is nothing to be late to. Nobody needs me, I’m not part of this “system”. And I think that’s not as bad someone would expect. I don’t have any responsibilities whatsoever. I don’t have to take part in this society, I can do whatever I want. And I choose to lay in my bed, draw or sleep. I have food in my storage (ramen, diet lemonade/ water). Sometimes I crave foods I used to eat when I was younger, but it’s certainly not worth going to the store for. Some days I eat a lot, some I don’t eat at all. Most days, actually. Some days I don’t get out of bed and some I don’t even wake up. Others I don’t sleep. Sometimes I look at drawings or other posts on tumblr. That’s all I really do. Sometimes I think about signing up and posting my drawings, but I’m not good with social stuff and this is too social for me in many ways, so I don’t. I have to go to the toilet, which is pretty unusual for me, considering i barely drink anything. I don’t want to get up though, so I continue lying in my bed for another 20 minutes, until I feel too uncomfortable. I sit up and put my feet onto the ground. Something sharps cuts into one of them. I don’t do anything; I don’t even look down to see what just hurt my foot. Another minute of just sitting there and staring goes by until I decide to check. A piece of a broken diet lemonade bottle. I stand up and shove the trash under my bed, I didn’t remove the shard. I start walking. The cut stings. I really do not care though. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I push the door open and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I quickly look away. I sit down onto the toilet and.. pee.. yeah, I pee. Afterwards I continue sitting on the toilet and my eyes trail along the way I was walking on, from the toilet to to the door. The door is open. I live alone. There’s a trail of blood on the floor. What? Oh. It’s my blood. Wait, yeah, of course it is. Who else’s would it be? I put my leg into the other to look at my foot. The shard is still in there. I actually kind of panic because it looks really, really bad. Almost my whole foot is cut open. And THAT is a reason to stay in bed all day (as if I wouldn’t do that anyway.. but now I have an excuse, I guess.) I limp over to my bed, but before laying down I check whether I still have some water. Luckily, I do. So I let myself fall onto the bed back first, take a chug of water and start to sleep.

Next chapter will probably release next week❤️