#its late so like... i might rb this later

[ayrtonswnna]

ʚïɞ "a podium to celebrate" OP81

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oscar piastri x redbull!driver!oc

summary: in witch aria won't let oscar's first win be ruined.

warnings: fluff all the way down!!!!! this is all fiction and i mean no hate towards lando, i'm a mclaren fan and like both their drivers. swearing, english is not my first language, had to sacrifice lewis 200th win for this.

word count: 1k

"Oscar Piastri, P1! Oh my god! Always on my way!" Aria jumps in excitement as she enters the cool-down room, a cold towel around her neck as she smiles at the Aussie.

They are good friends; physically close, yes, but always professional and caring towards each other. Two rookies from the 2023 season, they've been racing each other since their earlier categories.

"It's my first job ever, you know." he chuckles softly, with a small shrug and a strange tension in the air as he approaches. "Good race to you too! I saw Babybull in my rearview the whole time."

"I’ve got to keep the pressure up," she jokes, wrapping her arms around his waist as he hugs her over the shoulders, playfully. "What happened? Is the car okay?"

"Yeah. Just team stuff." He shrugs again. "We’ll talk later."

And then it hits. A furious Lando Norris storms into the room, a frown on his face as he throws his Pirelli cap on the floor, his helmet making a loud noise as it hits the surface.

"Yeah, you guys surely can talk later." the Brit growls. "Good race, you guys."

"Would’ve liked your place, but yeah." Aria teases, something she often does.

Even a grumpy Max Verstappen on his worst radio days would crack a smile around her in the paddock. But not today, not the race vice-winner.

"Maybe if you asked... I was really supposed to give in. It'd be no news."

"Lando had to give me the position on the last lap." Oscar explains, trying to ease the tension and stop the sarcasm. "The team messed up."

"Oh— Yeah, that’s tough, guys." She sighs, now sitting down in her third-place chair, exchanging glances with the papaya boys. "I’m sorry. But hey! Double podium! Double the points, double the reason to celebrate!" Aria tries to lighten the mood, as the three of them now watch the race highlights on the big screen.

"Don’t act like Babybull and Madmax haven’t done this too many times."

Aria gets it. It’s a fucked-up feeling; swapping spots so late in the race might feel like a P20, it might be terrible. She usually gets along very well with both McLaren drivers, and that’s probably why she’s a bit surprised by the harsh tone in the older boy's voice.

Even the “Babybull” nickname feels off. She was given that name after winning her first race in her rookie year, driving for Red Bull and crying like a baby. Both RB drivers were together in an interview when Max jokingly called her a "baby driving a fast car." The name stuck.

"Never too many." she decides to let the conversation fade, trying to catch Oscar's eyes but failing.

The train of thought has its chance to choo-choo along until they’re getting ready for the podium.

She knows the Aussie driver well enough. He might be feeling terrible, and doesn’t even need to hear the whole situation to feel like the worst teammate in the world. Her head tilts up when she sees her engineer, as the winning trio walks up to the trophy ceremony, their bond strong enough that he knows what she wants to know, even from a distance as they prepare the backstage for the podium.

"Piastri had the lead, they messed up the pit call and Norris stayed out with the lead." the older guy explains, his lips moving just enough for her to read them. They had people in the way, so she has to use a bit if effort to understand. "They told him to switch, he didn’t want to. Obviously. Obviously. It took time to convince him, almost went downhill."

Her mouth forms a perfect "O" before the staff calls her up for the trophy. Aria could already think it was something like this. Mclaren been fooling around with their team decision and even though Oscar is just too polite when talking about it, she did hear some complains. This box call thing is a recurring issue, she listened to him talking about it and could notice the papaya cars having this problem during the races.

Minutes later, Norris is popping the champagne like he hasn’t in the past few races, while Aria’s mind holds her still for the papaya boys to celebrate their double podium. She slowly sets her trophy away from the chaos the area might become, looking at the center of the podium as nothing big happens. No big celebrations, just Oscar holding his trophy while Lando sprays the champagne with force, as he usually does, even if he hasn’t been in the mood for it in recent weeks.

Then Norris heads to spray the cheering crowd, leaving her best friend to celebrate alone. — Of course, if Aria wasn’t there. Her bottle spilling alcohol for a few seconds before she throws it towards Oscar, yelling a loud "2000s for the win!" and laughing as the boy is caught by surprise.

"You’re ridiculous." he jokes, spraying the liquid on her as they start to chase each other like two kids on a playground; their playground, the Hungarian podium of the Formula One championship.

For a while, the guilt and angst Oscar feels over such a controversial win can fade away, and that’s the thing about his friend, or whatever they don’t mind being called.

She is a stream of light — that’s what she does to people in her orbit. The boy is now grinning from ear to ear, finally celebrating his win, something he almost felt he didn’t deserve.

"Future’s looking bright, huh?" She sets the bottle down as they wave a last goodbye to the crowd. "I like sharing this life with you."

Osc nods, a few seconds delayed before he lets his eyes meet his friend's.

It really is like sharing a life; they’re around each other all the time, prefer eating in the common areas in the paddock just so they can have lunch together. They know each other’s parents, celebrate each other’s wins, and visit each other’s hotel rooms late at night. Physical intimacy, it might be happening tonight.

"Yeah, me too," he says, smiling, soaked in champagne, his hair hidden under his cap, his eyes squinting in the sun. "Thank you."

"For what?" Aria chuckles as they’re called off the podium.

"You know what for. I’m lucky to have you."

"We’re lucky to have each other."

ʚïɞ

[maiyuyuns]

if your still taking requests for the headcanons and stuff, can I get some 0105 (PLATONIC) cause one of shidous sons looked quite shy and I feel like shidou would be attached to haruka in some way with that because of how shy haruka is:]]]

HIII!!! SORRY I SAW UR RB EARLIER BUT I WAS DRAWING… but yes omg ur so right..

platonic 0105:

haruka x isolation. when shidou first noticed he took note of it, seeing if haruka kept isolating himself for days continuously before using gathered data to make a move.. ‘haruka? ive noticed youve been shutting yourself in lately..’

when haruka got more closer to shidou, he draws a picture of him!!! shidou probably asked es for tape so he could paste it up his wall. ‘es-kun. do you happen to have any tape?’ (he says while joyfully pointing at the drawing)

SHIDOU DEFINITELY LIKES STAYING IN HARUKAS CELL TO WATCH HIM DRAW!!! he could smile and watch his (now adopted) son draw on for hours i swear.. then they draw together.. 0105.. art collab

whenever haruka gets a panic attack or sort, shidou is either 1, always there in time or 2, arrives later on but with things like sweets and crayon and paper to make him feel better…

he… might have called shidou mom at least once. not dad, not dad. MOM. MOM!!!!! and then he apologizes messily while shidou reassures him its fine with the most brightest expression this man could muster

they hold hands sometimes!! shidou think its like holding his son’s hand. shidous hands are usually cold so sometimes haruka leans his cheek against the other’s hand like an icepack..

THANKYOU FOR THE SOLLY (PLATONIC) SHIP DROP!!! im sorr if its ooc its like half past midnight

[big-chungus-the-gyarados]

Intro thingy

(Out of character) hi howdy it's damien and this is my blog to rb pokemon posts in character as my pokesona Damarine (pronounce it and shorten it however) who I'll eventually make a ref for and some lore bits but that'll be later and I'll tack it onto the post when I get around to it, anyway here's some info on Damarine:

Name: Damarine (goes by Dami on occasion)

Age: 20 somethin

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them), transmasc

Trainer Types: Dark and Water

Current Team:

Big Chungus the Gyarados

Viktor and Victoria the Vaporeons

Jellie the Inkay

Ruby the Tentacruel

Magikal III the (shiny) Magikarp

Bubbles the Barboach

Munchkin the Eevee

Disclaimer for any anti shiny people: Magikal was not caught in the wild nor was she from a shiny mill, she was a surprise in a group of magikarp eggs that my family raised, and she's named after the line of matriarch karp, she's healthy for her kind and well cared for, I do not support shiny mills whatsoever

Facts:

Magikarp enthusiast

Has several tattoos of water pokemon and late Magikarp of theirs

Very cool like water

Not even really that aggressive like one would think when they're mad but a hell of a dagger glare

Several scars from trying to pet water mon and failing to do so

Has gone through more flippers than shoes

Vegetarian

Might eat your caterpie though

Hops around locations, touristy person

Water trainer overall but the dark type peeks its head sometimes

In the form of being menacingly chaotic

Goth kid

And of course asks are much appreciated as it'll help me build this character and make this blog more fun :>

Ty !!

Edit:

Full pfp and header photos also

Edit 2:

New pfp picture, a self portrait if you may

And full body ref

[floralovebot]

yo!! i need some feedback!!

when unwhitewashing stella, i always run into this issue with her hair. they drastically changed their hair colors in wow and when unww them, it becomes even more noticeable. the picture on the left has her skin tone edited but her hair has been left alone; the one on the right has both her hair and skin tone edited to reflect her original color palette. please let me know which one looks better to you!

this isn't a trick question or anything, i genuinely want to know which one looks more pleasing to the eye. i always have trouble deciding whether to leave her hair alone or not since it's not a crisis with her like it is with aisha and flora.

[pepprs]

ok fine im gonna reveal what one of the things i had earlier today (and have now had 2 more times beyond thst) was but um…. the problem with apple cider is that i can’t stop drinking it

[jincherie]

some fic recs

we love a good proverbial nutte(tm) over some quality fiction in this house!!! here are some fics that have been rustling my jimmies lately!!! [under the cut bc it got a bit long!!]

➤ by @the-protractor-writes ​

— by its cover | hoseok [ao3]

↳ ‘Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au’

— a kiss to save a life | seokjin [ao3]

↳ ‘Being retainer to Prince of the Forest, Kim Seokjin is an exhausting job- he’s selfish, he’s impulsive and just has a knack for getting himself in trouble.

But when an adventure out in the human realm leads to Seokjin falling in love with a human woman and he makes a deal that threatens your entire kingdom, it’s time to start asking yourself: How far are you willing to go for your prince?Fairy prince!Jin x reader. Loosely inspired by the Little Mermaid but with a few extra twists ;)’

—  schemes and tricks to win her heart | taehyung [ao3]

↳ ‘Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course. Bestfriend!Taehyung and Chaebol!Jin’ 

➤ by @chimchimsauce ​

—  sanctuary | jimin

↳ ‘YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she’s been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary’s Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.’

— det cep xenu | jimin

↳ ‘Det Cep Xenu: noun// fiction// A fictional or otherwise illogical phenomenon that occurs in reality. Soulmate AU’

➤ by @ salade [ao3]

— call an uber? | ot7 [on current hiatus!]

↳ ‘Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right? What happens when all of this occurs, but you're still doing your job AND getting a large sum for it? Now there's something to think about, and it's definitely not what you're thinking.’

➤ by @ naidoo [ao3]

— everything you are | namjoon?

↳ ‘When Kim Namjoon is in a coma and becomes your patient you learn quickly that not all things - or people - are as they seem. Confronted with his attention seeking girlfriend who cares more about the numbers of likes and clicks and how often she makes a front page than she cares about him you start realizing what a lonely life he leads.’

➤ by @ ms_writer [ao3]

— seven for the price of one | yoongi (+ ot7) [m]

↳ ‘You always knew that dating Min Yoongi meant having his six friends as well. If you ever had dinner together, you were aware of the fact that you had to buy six plates of food more. If you tried to surprise him with a movie night, you knew you had to make space for the six other on the couch.

What you didn't know was that when Min Yoongi wasn't in the mood to have sex, another one of his friends could give you a hand.’

➤ by @countrysundae 

— when the planets align | yoongi, jimin, jungkook

↳ ‘In which you are plucked from Earth to be the next warrior in some intergalactic game of titans. You've been training for two years now. Why are all these awkward boys coming out of the wood work now? You have to stay focused and survive not only for yourself, but, the fate of your planet and everyone on it. You can't get distracted from your feelings. Not now.’

!! - sidenote: i am so whipped for this!!!

➤  by @ faery_kth [ao3]

— lueur de lune | (almost) ot7

↳ ‘your recent move has caused a lot of stress and you decide to take a stroll by the little lake behind your house only to find the moon and her fallen star’

!! - sidenote: i am also so very whipped for this one!!!

➤  by @ valkook [ao3]

— three pints full | jimin, jungkook, yoongi

↳ ‘You're assigned to a frightening case, a body is found in the bitter unforgiving terrain of Montana with strange bite marks, far from home and the warmth of Vegas. More casualties and victims are discovered with the same marks in your home turf. Your bravery, wit, and life will be tested.But what happens when you fall for the very killers you're hunting?

Oh, and their also your neighbors.’

!! - sidenote: !!!!!!! ugh im so far up this fics ass

➤  by @ syubkatsu [ao3]

— my housemates, the deadly sins | ot7

↳ ‘Your life went downhill as soon as you entered university. During the first year, you got so stressed that you were diagnosed with anxiety and depression. Halfway through your second year, your parents had gotten into a horrible accident and passed away. Now you were alone, a beautiful new home coming under your possession. Once your grandmother's, you had inherited it from your mother's side. That meant you never needed to handle the rent; all you needed to deal with now was your inner turmoil with no help whatsoever. or so you thought..’

➤ by @ xuhei [ao3]

— poles apart | taehyung

↳ ‘message from: nams ; knew I could count on you to be normal. have you and taehyung got anywhere yet? / message to: nams ; what do you mean? the two of us are friends. you and jimin are gonna get somewhere before i ever get anywhere with taehyung / message from: nams - ‘pzziza lads’ ; aha! i knew you liked him! / message from: nams ; sent that on the wrong chat but you’re right if you thought that was to you’

➤ by @ agentlemanshat [ao3]

— potions, magic, and otherworldly charmers | all (oneshots?)

↳ ‘So this is my excuse for writing that sweet sweet magic content I've wanted from Bangtan and never could get because what are the chances that BTS just suddenly comes out with a concept where Jungkook has to dress like a furry and Namjoon like a witch from a Tumblr aesthetic blog. Smh’

➤ by @ citronblue [ao3]

— the magic shop | namjoon, jin, jungkook

↳ ‘BTS Love Yourself: Tear Prompt #7 Magic Shop: “It’s okay to trust me. This is a Magic Shop that will console you.”You have never experienced true love, so out of a whim, you decided to write a wish to be granted by the Magic Shop. It’s a club run by seven students at your college and they are known to be able to grant any wish, besides money, to come true. Your wish grantors turn out to be Park Jimin and Kim Namjoon, two figures whom you absolutely detest. What happens when you finally learn the truth that every wish comes at a cost? (Greek mythology related)’ 

➤ by @ schluemr [wattpad]

— kitties and cupcakes | jimin

↳ ‘Y/n...can I bite you?" / Hybrid au, Reader adopts a stray hybrid cat and he helps her out at the bakery she owns’

[tsukishumai]

[4:56pm]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Suna Rintaro was everywhere.

Aside from the fact that you already see his face when you close your eyes, and at night your dreams are infested with fox-like grins and messy dark brown hair. That was annoying on its own right.

No, it seems no matter where you turn, Suna Rintaro was waiting for you just around the corner.

Last week, you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, you might have felt as if the world was finally doing you a favor. Now, the powers that be seem to have reared its ugly head to mock you.

On the plus side, you’ve gotten to know the halls of your school on a much more intimate level than you thought possible.

You knew that if you took the stairway on the east side of school, you’ll avoid the route that Suna usually takes to class. You discovered that the second floor bathroom was exceptionally cleaner than the third floor — after having to avoid it when you saw Suna hanging around the entrance on a few occasions.

You didn’t mind taking the long way around the buildings to get back to class, even if it had always made you late. At least it meant you wouldn’t find Suna waiting for you outside again.

Suna Rintaro was everywhere, and you were doing everything in your power to make sure you weren’t.

Because then maybe you wouldn’t see him pressed up against another girl, her letter of confession sitting pretty in his palm.

You looked at your watch, slowly making your way to the lockers to change your shoes. The school was empty, and the afternoon rays filtered the hallways in a golden light. Your body was tired from all the extra work and walking you’re putting it through, but you tell yourself it’s for your own good.

Was it pathetic to shoulder everyone’s clean up duty to ensure you were alone when you left school? That was a question you didn’t feel like facing at the moment.

As soon as you open the door to your locker, another hand shoots from behind to slam it shut — Suna’s arm settled mere centimeters from the right side of your face.

“I rejected her.”

You felt your body tense up from the familiar voice. Suna’s breath fanned on your neck, his chest barely inches away from pressing against your back.

“Huh?” You barely managed to squeak out.

“I know what ya think ya saw the other day,” he speaks slowly, and though his words drag with a drawl, his tone was stern, “Ain’t that why you’re avoiding me?”

You didn’t answer, but your silence was enough for him.

He removes his hand from your locker.

“I rejected her, so don’t go around just assumin’ things.”

You hear him pocket his hands, but he doesn’t move from behind you.

“Why are you telling me?”

“Just thought you should know.”

Whether from embarrassment at being read so easily, or irritation from his indirect answer, you turn around in an attempt to face Suna with anger.

But instead, all you see is his retreating back. He simply waves his hand.

“I’m late for practice. Answer my call later.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

rbs v appreciated <33

[zontiky]

au where the apocalypse was never a threat or a concept to begin with

*cracks knuckles* now i could make this a decent upbringing au OR i could make it EXTREMELY COMPLICATED and you know me you know exactly what im about to do ;)

reginald THINKS he’s prepping them all for the apocalypse but reginald is a child-abusing FOOL and an alien BASTARD and there’s no apocalypse there never was there never will be. the world is safe and sound but the hargreeves children aren’t.

five runs away from home and gets thrown into april 1st, 2019. the world is thriving. he did it. he tries to get home but he can’t because he’s stuck and im now realizing that everyone reading this post has seen a million fics with this exact concept but FUCK YOU THIS IS MY CITY NOWWW

so he’s stuck in 2019 and he’s like ah fuck ah SHIT what now! and goes to the academy and it’s not like he was super far away from it in the first place. he didn’t even make it a mile away it’s like a 5 minute walk back home lmao

now because reggie thinks there IS an apocalypse he still killed himself and i hate him a lot so cough ahem anyway

five shows up on the mansion and expects dad to be sitting there in his office, doing his evil dad evil villain thing yk the drill

but instead he comes in to an empty house. mom is unresponsive. he cant find pogo (dont ask where pogo is. hes doing monkey butler things ok). and diego is climbing in through the window

five freaks out because WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU THIS IS MY HOUSE and jumps diego and diego goes down HARD because WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MY DEAD BROTHER?? MY BROTHER WHO DISAPPEARED 17 YEARS AGO?? WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKKK

so they try to beat the shit out of each other for a second and by that i mean five tries to beat the shit out of diego whos gained his senses by now and is trying to convince his brother (his BROTHER) that technically he lives here too please stop punching me

luther comes downstairs.

“IS THAT FIVE???”

“SHUT UP AND HELP ME THIS LITTLE FUCKER CAN PUNCH”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

they manage to calm him down when five catches sight of diegos tattoo

WAIT I FORGOT THAT THE FUNERAL WAS BEFORE APRIL FUCK NEVERMIND SCRAP THE PAST 13 BULLETS ABORT MISSION

so five lands in april, goes to the house, and by then the hargreeves have cleared out and are back to doing their own thing more or less. he comes up to the door and grace (pogo has fixed her by now because i said so) welcomes her son back home like he never even left

she gives him a hug

reginald is gone and she hasnt seen her sun in years and dammit, he deserves that hug okay? she gives him a hug.

five pulls away. mom hasnt hugged him for years because he stopped letting her and he’s not about to change his mind now

“where’s everyone?” he asks. he doesn’t even consider that everybody is gone, because where would they go? or maybe it just hasn’t hit him exactly which time he jumped into, maybe he still hasn’t made the connection exactly what age his siblings are now, maybe he has but he still hopes he can deny it for a little while longer

grace wants to hug him again but she refrains. she calls his siblings

one by one, in the span of the next week, she gets ahold of them and calls them back to the academy. “important news,” she says. “you’ll want to -- you’ll need to be here,” she says. “your brother,” she says, and her children listen and come back home

luther is at the academy when five gets here. because, where would he go? he can’t go back to the moon, and dad is gone, and he’s never even been on a bus alone before, where would he go?

when five sees him for the first time he almost cries, because he’s so much bigger and taller and older and what happened to him??

this is his new reality. this is the new luther

but it isn’t, it can’t be, because five is going to get back home and he’s going to fix it, he’s going to fix this and he’s going to grow up just like his siblings did, and it won’t even be long before he’s back home almost two decades ago.

vanya is next to arrive, and five almost -- almost -- smiles at her and gives her a hug and teases her how she’s still shorter than him, but she has such a blank expression on her face and the way she looks between the portrait of him (he hated that portrait from the beginning, he wanted to burn it because hes back now, isnt he? and he’ll go back home and not leave again, but pogo didnt let him) stops him. it will only be a couple of days and he’ll be going home already, he tells grace, so maybe the others dont even have to come here. she nods and smiles and says nothing

diego comes a day or so later, dragging klaus along, and five is stunned by how they look once again. diego looks battle-hardened and angry like he never did just last week, five’s last week, but now he scowls and doesn’t stutter and dresses himself in black and he lives alone and diego looks so lonely but five doesnt think about it because its not his business and he knows better and its diegos own damn fault for cutting contact, isnt it? and even if it weren’t five will go back and fix it all

five knows klaus has been doing things for a good year or so know, but this -- living on the streets, giggling even as diego forces him inside, making lewd jokes with his eyes out of focus -- he couldn’t have even imagined. he stamps down the feeling of i should have been there to help stop him and doesn’t think how sad and angry at their father seeing klaus like this makes him feel, instead he forces thoughts of it’s his own fault he ended up this way and i’m going to get back and fix this (but that’s not a thought he has to force. he will. he has to. it won’t even be another week before he figures out how to get home)

allison gets there next. she took the first plane she could get on to get home and pushed off all her appointments but she had a family emergency just last week and it was hard to get away and she looks so sad even when she opens her arms for a hug and five cant help but relent and give her one. diego scoffs and allison lets loose a dig thats more of a barb thats more of a sharp sentence splitting the air and hitting her brother square in the chest. five doesnt say anything but his stomach twists. just a week or so and he’ll fix it because even as children they never said things like that to each other

he waits for ben to come last. he must be the most adjusted of them all, right? ben read a lot last five saw of him, and hes one of the smartest of them, and secretly five always thought that ben deserves to have friends that he doesnt live with

ben doesnt come

he asks mom and she smiles and he asks the others and they look away and he asks again and someone -- and it doesnt matter who because his ears are ringing and hes stumbling back and falling onto the couch -- says that ben died. ben died years ago.

ben died four years after five left

fives head is spinning and he needs to get back, he needs to stop it he needs to fix it he needs to make it all better because it was never supposed to be this way

(you thought this would be a happy au didnt you?? haha bitch think again)

(it is but they have to get there smhhh)

klaus laughs and elbows the air next to him and five asks, he doesnt beg, he asks him if he can summon ben

everyone scoffs. rolls their eyes. klaus is high as a kite and hes holding a bottle of whiskey and he looks like he hasnt been sober in days. weeks. years. and he’s a liar and ben is gone for real, im sorry, five. i know this must be hard for you

that can’t be right. five wasnt there for all of klaus’ lies and stealing and drunken sobbing. five remembers klaus rolling a joint at the breakfast table like it was last week -- and it was, it was, he’ll fix it still, but to five klaus is still just his brother. just klaus

he asks, not begs, five doesnt beg but he comes damn close in this moment, to tell him the truth

and klaus looks around and ben whispers please, klaus, just try and five is looking at him with wet eyes and he’s thirteen he’s so young and -- he can’t say innocent. none of them have ever been innocent, not since reginald hargreeves adopted them all those years ago. but five...

he tells the truth. and five believes him

so anyway five cant get back and then they decide well ok five while youre staying here we might as well buy you some clothes. ones that arent literally 20 years old. jesus these uniforms are ugly

my jaw is clenching so hard and im cold asdflksdh so im gonna end this here and maybe rb it and continue lated idk 😳😳

WHOOP this is getting away from me i know u didnt come here for quote poetic unquote bullshit but weihfsdkjdhskf THATS WHAT UR GETTING I GUESS XX <3

[inventors-fair]

Club Decks: What We Play

Fifteen decks, fifteen archetypes, fifteen strategies. For my students, not everyone can make a good deck, and/or they don’t necessarily have the resources to make what they’d like. Commander and stuff is the most difficult, but they enjoy Oathbreaker with the inexpensive and more or less accessible planeswalkers, and they don’t usually worry about Standard, Modern, or Pioneer. 

Club decks have a number of cards of different rarities that I use to model them off of my first starter decks, back in Alara. There’s a fair amount of repeats and a good chunk of power, and they’re easy enough to model so that students can make their own.

Depending on the year (2020-21 being pretty disruptive), there are different criteria for “leveling up,” which means beating a number of students and then beating me to get a booster pack and a level in my ledger. There’s no limit, except you can’t level up more than once a week. Hey, I make enough to make kids happy, but not enough to give them a zillion packs.

Below the cut are my club decks, some notable cards, and why I made them the way that I did. Enjoy this little slice of Magic! If you’re looking to start similar programs or you’d like details as to how things are run, let me know and I can provide extended decklists and explanations.

1. White Equipment Voltron

Notable cards include:

Healer’s Hawk

Taj-Nar Swordsmith

Strata Scythe

Little things turn into big things. With a little bit of destruction and a whole lotta keywords, this deck is all about building up to a single aggressive Voltron creature that wrecks shop. It’s good about teaching different card types and keyword interactions, and hey, it feels good to swing with an 11/11 creature that started off as a 1/1, right?

2. Blue Tempo Control

Notable cards include:

Pestermite

Everdream

Tidespout Tyrant

This is the deck for advanced players. The big blue comes out with a lot of disruption, and this is the deck that often gets described as either “unfun” or “my favorite deck.” Bounce it, counter it, bounce my land to cycle, return your threat, disrupt, and so on and so forth. Not every deck has a difficulty curve like this, but it’s satisfying to say the least.

3. Black Sacrifice Everything

Notable cards include:

Butcher Ghoul

Whisper, Blood Liturgist

Priest of Forgotten Gods

“Synergistic” is an understatement. The number of death triggers and sacrifice triggers can easily win someone a game if they know how to interact properly. Forcing decisions upon your opponent and exploiting some awesome stuff from your side of the field makes this deck easy to play if you want to have things die and VERY easy if you know how to manipulate the board.

4. Red Discard into Madness

Notable cards include:

Spinehorn Minotaur

Dragon Mage

Glint-Horn Buccaneer

I’ll admit, this deck is a bit of a pet project and one of my favorites. Ditching cards to draw cards feels great to me! I love madness, I love looting, and I love throwing a bunch of stuff away to make big things before getting it all back later. As much tuning as it needs, this deck is another advanced joy for people that love to make niche ideas work to the best of their ability.

5. Green Lands & Boys

Notable cards include:

Timbermaw Larva

Howl of the Night Pack

Kalonian Twingrove

Sometimes you just want an easy ramp deck. The small end of this gets lands and has some landfall, and the big end just wrecks shop with the big and powerful creatures that we all know and love from green. It’s easy to play and it’s easy to win with and sometimes, stomping is all you need to do. A great card for the Tim-Tams of the world.

6. UW Fliers Beatdown

Notable cards include:

Squadron Hawk

Watcher of the Spheres

Windreader Sphinx

I recently got my butt handed to me with this deck, and it’s not to be trifled with. Each deck has its own kind of evasion and whatnot, but this deck has got the early-game down and the late-game? Unstoppable. It’s designed to massacre you in the air and that’s what it does. Pumps, beats, and more. One of the first decks the kids loved.

7. UB Surveil Control

Notable cards include:

Notion Rain

Price of Fame

Thief of Sanity

“Really?” Yeah, well, here’s the thing: I built this deck when I didn’t have a whole lot of spare cards sorted, and that’s why I did it. As a block mechanic, though, surveil really is fun, and as a control player, the deck is pretty darn sweet. It’s beefy, powerful, and great flavor for the city. Fun fact: the Thief of Sanity I had is actually a misprint! It’s missing the rare sticker.

8. RB Goblins Snarl Rage Win

Notable cards include:

Goblin Instigator

Fodder Launch

Weirding Shaman

And this is another deck that the kids absolutely love. Fast fun, and furious, Goblins is a great tribal introduction that people go to when they want to show how easy and cheeky it can be. Burn ‘em out, make ‘em attack, turn ‘em sideways. This isn’t necessarily an easy deck, but if all you know is attacking, then you’re golden. Or, you can kill someone only through noncombat damage!

9. RG Monsters of the Jungle

Notable cards include:

Ruination Wurm

Footfall Crater

Mina and Denn, Wildborn

This is, surprisingly, the deck with what I feel is the lowest barrier to entry. You give big things trample. Now, there IS a fair bit of complexity in the number of combat tricks, with some buffs and some bloodrush cards along with it, but everyone knows that big things are big. The difference is in the variety of strategies available to you with access to red mana. 

10. GW Token Swarm

Notable cards include:

Raise the Alarm

Selesnya Guildmage

Growing Ranks

If you can be fast with this deck, then you can run someone over faster than they could ever react. If you can be slow with this deck, you can build up enough life and army power that you literally can’t be beat. There’s a lot to love about this deck and it’s not as easy as it might seem. Tokens are popular with a subset of MTG players, and I’m glad that they have lots of support.

11. BW Ghosts of your Past

Notable cards include:

Pillory of the Sleepless

Vizkopa Guildmage

Ethereal Absolution

Basically, this is in the same vein as the surveil deck, but like the surveil deck, this has been modified so you get the best out of the deck. There’s a little nasty sacrifice, some draining, lots of good stuff. This is a deck for players who want to be mean, but with the option to beat down as well. After all, the best games are one you play in good spirits!

12. GB Elves Reclamation

Notable cards include:

Eyeblight’s Ending

Shaman of the Pack

Immaculate Magistrate

Everyone loves elves. Except for the people that hate elves. You get them out, go wide, or go narrow. Either way, you’re beating in face. This deck can be impossibly fast and I love it, but without breaching the barrier of being overpowered. Heck, I’ve won and lost with all of these decks, but elves put up a struggle, and I love that for them.

13. UG Defenders and Butts

Notable cards include:

Axebane Guardian

Assault Formation

Feed the Pack

I’ve been 100% blown out by this deck before by a student who I underestimated. That’s fantastic. This is the kind of deck that students don’t understand until they see it being played, and that’s honestly great. It’s fantastic to watch them learn and I love watching them pull out all the stops to get the biggest butts possible. Can’t beat seventeen angry wolves!

14. UR Spellslinging Recursion

Notable cards include:

Thermo-Alchemist

Thoughtflare

Call the Skybreaker

Flashback, Jump-Start, and Retrace: people love to cast spells. There’s so much fun stuff that can happen in a stormlike brew, and though it’s definitely not storm, it encourages playing spells, and that’s what makes it fun. It appeals to burn and control players alike and makes them feels skillful to the max. It’s Izzet in everything but perfect flavor.

15. RW Combat Control

Notable cards include:

Thatcher Revolt

Intimidation Bolt

Citadel Siege

I actually let my kids down with this deck before. It was an underpowers Firesong and Sunspeaker deck, and it just wasn’t working. What else can you do? Blow things up and make ‘em big. This deck is a powerhouse of unimaginable proportions and I love playing with it. Smart combat makes for some tricky strategy, and it’s humbling for the reckless opponnent.

That’s all for now! Ask me about questions and I’ll tell you no lies. And hey, if you know any kids, play around with ‘em and see how they engage with MTG. What do they lean to? How can you use that to teach them? It’s an amazing game and I’m glad to be sharing it with you, too.

—Abelzumi

[ohthatsviolet]

In My Place

Pairing: Mirage/Octane 

Word count: 1,247

Summary:  Elliott is away on a trip and Octavio can't sleep without him. The decoys decide to keep him company.

Ao3 link will be in the RBs

It was almost pathetic how lost Octavio felt when Elliott was away from home and he was left to his own devices. He didn’t know what to do with himself. The days felt extra boring and seemed to drag on forever. The trickster had been sent out to Talos, along with some of the other Legends to work on some promotional material. Octavio wanted to join them but he hadn’t been selected this time around. He missed his partner dearly and had taken full advantage of Elliott’s home holo-tech set up to help him prepare meals and keep the apartment in some sort of order. He let the decoys roam freely around the apartment at all times, so he didn’t feel so alone. It would be painfully embarrassing if anyone found out, but it made him feel a little better about his situation.

He'd decided to retire to bed early tonight and watch a movie on his laptop. It's not like he had anything better to do. The film he'd chosen had just begun to get interesting when a text arrived from Elliott asking him if he was free to talk. Octavio's heart fluttered when he typed out his reply and propped himself up among the pillows, to take the call. "Hey, how is the cutest guy in the Outlands doing?" A small smile spread onto the runner's face at the sound of his partner's voice. "I don't know. How is he doing?" Elliott chuckled. "Oh, you're gonna pull a reversal on me, huh?" "How's your trip going?" "It's fine," the trickster replied, though the tone of his voice didn't make his response sound very genuine. "Hopefully we'll finish shooting soon. I can't wait until I can get out of here." "Can't wait to get home to me, eh?" Octavio said, half joking. "I miss you so much, baby. I wanna give you a cuddle so bad. It's so cold out here, this time of year." "Will you still be coming home tomorrow?" "Yeah...I think it'll be pretty late your time though." Octavio sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "You tired sweetheart?" the trickster asked, his voice showing signs of concern. "A little." "Go get some sleep. It's still pretty early here so I guess I forgot it's night time on Solace. Sorry." "It's okay," Octavio told him, bringing his hand to his mouth in an attempt to stifle a yawn. "It's nice to hear your voice." "Awww," Elliott cooed. "And people say I'm the cheesy one." The speedster laughed quietly. "Shut up." "Try and get some sleep, Tav. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I love you." "I love you too."

The runner let out a heavy sigh, and placed his phone on the bedside table before attempting to get comfortable enough to sleep. He groaned when he’d realised he’d forgotten to turn the bedroom lights off, having already removed his prosthetics. Usually, he’d have Elliott here to take care of it for him, but not tonight. Octavio propped himself onto his elbows, raising his voice as he yelled out in the direction of the kitchen; “Hey, uh...can someone turn off the lights, por favor?” Within seconds, two decoys were poking their heads around the bedroom door. “Are you going to sleep now?” one of them asked, receiving a nod in response. The other decoy eyed him carefully, looking like it was going to say something a few times before stopping himself. “Um...you alright, buddy? You don’t look too hot. I m-mean, you to-totally look hot, I just meant that you don’t look good. Wait no, you do! You do look good! You just look a little...down in the dumps. Not th-that, you belong in the dump or anything! It’s just that-.” “He means you look a little upset,” the first decoy chimed in, swooping in to save his comrade. “Everything okay?” Octavio shrugged, his gaze falling to his hands that he was absentmindedly picking the skin of. “I just...miss Elliott. A lot. I find it really hard to sleep when he’s not here.” “That sucks,” both decoys replied in unison, before sharing a look. “Maybe we could keep you company for a while? Until you fall asleep.” Octavio considered their proposition and nodded; he has been using them as company up until now anyways.

The decoys joined him on the bed after turning off the room’s main light, opting to turn on the bedside light in its place, giving a soft, warm glow to the room. Octavio rolled onto his stomach and tucked his arms under his pillow, with one decoy lying at his front while the other settled himself behind him. “When’s Elliott coming home anyways?” one of them asked. “Tomorrow,” Octavio mumbled into his pillow. “But he said it could be super late.” The room fell silent for some time after that and the speedster was almost asleep, when the decoy lying in front of him spoke up. “You know, he’s crazy about you, right? Elliott, I mean.” Octavio opened one eye, an inescapable smile spreading to his face. “Really?” “Oh, yeah,” the other decoy piped up. “Man, I remember when you guys first started dating he literally wouldn’t shut up about you! Not that...y’know, that’s a bad thing or anything.” “It’s nice to see him happy,” the first decoy added. “He’s a good guy. Though I might be a little biased.” “You think I make him happy?” “For sure. This is probably the happiest we’ve seen him since…”. “In a long time,” the first decoy finished. Octavio rubbed at his tired eyes, a jaw-cracking yawn escaping him. “That’s...really cool.”

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Elliott closed the apartment door as quietly as he could. It was just before dawn when he arrived back. He tiptoed his way across the apartment, dropping his travel bag in the living room to deal with later. He raised a curious eyebrow when he noticed the dim blue glow coming from the opened bedroom doorway. He chuckled fondly to himself when he made his way inside, finding his partner sound asleep and entangled in two perfect copies of himself. The decoys sat up somewhat protectively when they noticed they had an intruder, until they realised who it was and noticeably relaxed. “He missed you,” one of them tried to explain, receiving a dismissive wave from their creator. “It’s fine. I appreciate you guys looking after him but I can take it from here.” The pair of decoys vanished, allowing Elliott to take their place on the bed. He placed a gentle kiss to the runner’s forehead, causing him to stir and look up at him with squinting eyes; still half asleep. “Elliott?” “The one and only. Uh...Kind of.” “What time is it?” Octavio mumbled, scrubbing a hand across his sleepy features. “It’s early,” the trickster whispered, in response. “We finished ahead of schedule so I hitched a ride with one of the express freight ships. I didn’t wanna wait around any longer. I missed you.” “I missed you too,” Octavio said, reaching out to touch his lover to assure himself this wasn’t a dream. “Oh, yeah? I thought you got some other guys in my place,” Elliott quipped, with a chuckle. “I thought you’d already gone and replaced me.” Octavio shook his head, shuffling closer so he could snuggle into his partner and feel his warmth on his skin as his eyes began to flutter closed again. “Don’t be silly, amor. I could never replace you.”

[cheylouwho]

Mind giving a brief summary of all of them, I'm just curious. (Wasn't here [for the fandom] until late 2017, but did catch some history for about half of these)

Ok so fandom/stream memes in that post plus a couple of extras i just remembered this morning:

Butters speedy run: I think it was s18 but there was two or three times during the season that butters would run TOP SPEED and slam cartman into the bathroom to yell at him and it was so goddamn funny a bunch of people made memes of it

Craigs knife: s20 craig brought a fucking knife in the scene when they destroy cartmans electronics, it was so funny bc everyone else had like bats and stuff but no he had a Knife ready to Kill. Lots of “et tu brute” memes in stream chat when he stabs cartman’s laptop

"Clyde is dead": pre s18, after SOT- Clyde falls off the castle tower at the end of sot and when he didnt show up in s18′s first couple of episodes everyone joked he was dead. A couple other notable “___ is dead” memes were s19 butters when he threw himself out the window and s17 world war zimmerman (i wasnt there for that but i joined fandom shortly after so i saw the residual memes) with token after cartman shot him

(NSFW) the word "tentadick" in relation to any character specifically Craig: 2014 fandom had a thriving nsfw community and we may have taken a page from the homestuck fandom’s book. (many artists were also hs fans so that made sense)

[Urinating]: Stream meme from s21 (or 22? i forget), closed captioning said [urinating] during the scene when sharon was peeing in the bathroom so we would just repeat it every week much to stream host’s dismay. Honorable mention is Spice22 which was the code that this sextoy shop ad would use as the promo code that we saw like every fucking stream night

Craigs on tumblr: s18 craig’s mom’s bush craig can be seen through the window with the drone on a computer looking at a blue website. Everyone then joked craig was on tumblr. I might have taken the joke too far and made an IC craig blog that some people thought was canon or run by the sp team oop

Cregg: craig egg

Yandere clyde: 2014 trend, lots of people were into yandere and its victim was clyde. like 3 separate askblogs with the premise it was wild but also very good

Long leg craig: my abomination after pointing out craig had long legs and tweek had long arms on his model. Memes ensued and it got out of hand. I have a whole tag dedicated to it

Quoting the I hate randy song, specifically the "stupid moustache man" line: someone wrote this beautiful song and everyone would rb it/quote it when randy did something fucking stupid 

Set em up knock em down: This post, sorry i misquoted it in my original post

Pc Carnival Conspiracy: oh my fucking god this was a mess and it needs to go here. s19, naughty ninjas episode original synopsis had a thing about there being a “PC Carnival” in town that everyone needed to stop the boys from ruining. Original synopsis is probably still on the official forums. Anyway, 4chan (yes why we listened to 4chan i dont know) had someone talk about how the removal of it was this big conspiracy and how it was actually going to come into play later and it was fucking WILD bc s19 had the most batshit theorizing sp fandom has ever had but it was super fun

Mpreg stan anon: Not to be confused with ric who currently goes around and asks for adult stan and wendy and their son (ric is also kinda a shitty person so best to ignore and block him), mpreg stan anon was an HONOR to receive. Like in a haha funny sort of way if you got asked to draw stan marsh 9 months pregnant you knew you had MADE IT in the fandom, and most people drew it ironically but it was still a funny little art meme and mpreg anon if youre still out there i love you

[matsumi101]

Who is this Kid?

Crossdressing Fem!Reader Hamilton Insert

Secret

Description:

General Washington has been relentlessly receiving letters one after another that has been requesting two same things over and over again. It’s high time he confronts the writer directly about it, and maybe clear something that he’s been hearing around while he’s at it.

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Warnings: swearing, drinking

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Notes:

> Masterlist

> Read from the beginning.

> “F/N” means fake name and “Y/N” means your real first name

> I don’t think I warned y’all before but I wasn’t really planning on writing chronologically. I’m not sorry lmao

> Surprise Wednesday update! I’ve been reading the rb tags and the replies you guys keep leaving in my story and honestly it makes my heart go 💞 aaa ily guys sm and im glad you’re enjoying the story 🥺🥺🥺

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Taglist (if u wanna be added do tell!)

@thebitchiestnerdtowalktheearth  @cutie1365 @girlmadeofivory @i-honestly-dont-know-anymore  @takemyhand-bitch @hamiltrashqueer​

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“Hey, Juggernaut.”

You adjusted your coat before pulling your tent open. “Yo,” you greeted quietly to the soldier waiting in front of your tent. “General Washington calls for you,” he informed you. You nodded and ducked out of your tent, not wanting to wait another second to know what your superior wanted to talk about. You walked at a brisk pace, never stopping until you were now in front of the tent that was noticeably larger than the rest.

You swallowed thickly, millions of possibilities running in your head to as why you were called. A big part of you hoped that it was with regards to your plans, though there was a smaller bit of you that feared that it might be of something else. Not wanting to keep yourself on edge any further, you pushed the tent open and let yourself in.

"Your excellency, sir. You asked to see me?"

You readily saluted at the presence of not only George Washington but the aide-de-camps and officers that were with him as well. They circled a table, where a map and a few mock pieces were laid out for them to view and move around. While John and Lafayette's eyes twinkled with recognition, the others simply stared at your arrival. "Private F/N L/N?" George assumed. He motioned you to be at ease, which you silently obeyed.

"Yes, sir," you confirmed with a steady voice.

George quickly dismissed the rest of the people out of the tent, the only ones remaining were you, him, and Alexander who was busy writing something at his desk at the corner. “I’ve been reading your letters,” George began, moving to get something from his main desk. You immediately tensed as he pulled out a small stack of envelopes underneath. You kept your lips sealed, waiting for the General’s input on your requests.

“You’ve been asking to have the same thing approved for years now,” he began, “and recently, you’re asking for a rather unique position in your unit, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

From the corner of your eyes you could see Alexander perk up slightly at the conversation. He subtly glanced up from his work, his eyes falling on George as the general picked up an open letter that had been lying on his desk. “Let’s talk about the first one,” George announced. “I’ve noticed there was a slight change with your offer.” You licked the bottom of your lips out of nervousness, fiddling with your hands behind you.

“Unfortunately, even I can’t agree to it.”

“If I may sir, why not?”

George looked up from the letter to you. “Women cannot be paid to study, son,” he explained plainly. You tilted your head the slightest, confusion from his statement evident. “Sir, I do not seek for women to be paid to be taught basic medicinal procedures,” you murmured, and that was enough for George to mirror your expression.

“That doesn’t seem to be the message I’m getting from your letter, L/N.”

You opened your mouth to counter, but when a vague memory hit you like a punch in the gut, you couldn’t help but to smack your forehead in realization. “Shit, I am so sorry,” you apologized, the annoyance woven in your voice directed to yourself more than anything. George furrowed his brows at your sudden drop of formality, noticing how you were cursing under your breath as you returned to position.

“I must’ve sent you my draft letter instead of the actual one. The pay that I mentioned in the letter refers to the pay of the nurses, not the education that I wish to be provided to them.”

Your face turned to more of an embarrassed one. “I... might’ve written this late at night so my thoughts merged while I was writing,” you confessed, looking down at the ground. “I apologize for causing a misunderstanding. Writing... has never really been my best suit.” You could feel the back of your neck heat up with embarrassment, and the blood was slowly creeping its way to your cheeks the more you dwelled on your mistake. George huffed, and you could’ve sworn there was laughter that came along with it.

“We have our own weaknesses, son,” he said. “Rewrite your statement, then I’ll have it sent to the Congress for approval. Hamilton.”

“Yes, sir?”

The called man straightened from his seat almost instantaneously. “If you’re not too busy, you can help Private L/N draft his proposal to the Congress tonight?” he requested. You looked at Alexander almost the same time he looked at you. “I take it you approve of his plans, sir?” he asked George, though it came off more of a statement than a question.

“Yes. If our nurses are given the same pay as our male doctors, or at the very least raise it, then there wouldn’t be any need for our officers to resort to... violent methods of recruiting them.”

Your jaw visibly clenched at the last few words, and George wasn’t dense to not notice it. “If we treat our camp followers properly, as we should’ve been since square one, then they wouldn’t be working out of spite or fear,” you pointed out through gritted teeth, “and by teaching them the required medical procedures to treating our wounded, then there would be more hands on our medical team without really hiring more hands.” Alexander nearly beamed at your words and hurriedly wrote something down on a spare piece of paper.

“That’s an excellent point F/N, I’ll make sure to include that in your proposal,” he announced eagerly.

You stared at Alexander with surprise while George chuckled in amusement. “Now, since we’ve cleared all misunderstandings for your first request, I take it we’re good to move on to the next one?” his voice wasn’t as light as when he brought up your first request. “Ready as I’ll ever be, sir,” you replied. George nodded, pulling a different letter.

“Private L/N, I’m sure you already know the contents of your own letters, so I will say right now that I just can’t approve you to a... what is this term you used?”

“Field medic, sir.”

“Right.”

“Field medic?”

Alexander wasn’t really supposed to be a part of the next conversation, but he couldn’t help but inquire about the strange new term he just heard. “Basically a doctor soldier tasked specifically to treat wounded men while on field and pull them out of there,” George explained, and you nodded. Alexander’s face contorted, and you sighed internally as it was the response you already expected to get from someone hearing your concept for the first time.

“I... I don’t get it,” Alexander murmured. “We can bring our men to the backlines just fine during combat, I don’t see the point of having a person to specialize in that.”

You were just about ready to explain, but then George put up his hand to stop you. “I can hand you Private L/N’s letters of proposal for later, son,” George reasoned. Alexander’s face fell, and the man buried his face back to his work. “With all due respect sir, I feel like I am fully capable of putting this concept into action. My endurance is beyond average to run around the field and carry our wounded, all I need left is some proper first-aid training.”

“And we need your endurance in the frontlines!” George retorted. “Juggernaut, you’re our best foot soldier, I cannot afford to send you to the medics.”

You nearly physically recoiled at the use of your nickname. You wore the title “Juggernaut” with pride ever since, and George knew. Your tendency to almost never use your gunpowder and instead resort to close combat was what earned you the nickname, and your commanders made sure to utilize you best for that. Simply put, your fearlessness to be up close with the redcoats was something praised by your fellow soldiers and feared by the enemy.

“Sir,” your voice dropped low. “Many men die bleeding out in the field when they could’ve lived if only someone had been there to pull them out, but the second they’re crippled they are not our standing soldiers’ priority. Moreover, many more die in the tents simply for having infected wounds that could’ve been survivable had someone treated it long before. These men have hopes of coming home to see the end of this war and what follows as much as any of us, even while they lay in their own pool of blood as the rest of the fight ensues around them. Sir, they have lives they want to go back to, too, just like us.”

When you were done talking, the air within the tent was heavy. Was it out of realization or just the sheer weight of your words, no one was quite sure, but the tension was so thick no blade could cut through it. “I can see you are as adamant in saving lives as you are taking them,” George mused, finally breaking the suffocating silence that wrapped around the three of you. He glanced down at your letter, hesitancy clear as day. Between the two of you, it was the sixth one you sent for your proposed role. For every letter of declination he gave you, you rebutted with a new letter no more than two to three days later countering his reasonings. For someone who isn’t the best at writing, you do write a lot, he thought.

“Let my hands be stained saving the blood of my allies than spilling the blood of my enemies,” you responded, quoting your own letter.

George huffed, setting down the letter. “I will... think this through for the meantime,” he announced. You resisted your mouth that nearly quirked upwards at his words; consideration was a good enough sign for you. “Thank you sir,” you breathed. George eyed you carefully, thinking if there was anything else needed to be said to you. “I suppose that will be all for now,” he decided tentatively. He dismissed you, and just after you thanked him for his time and turned around was then he remembered.

“Hold on, Private. I feel like there’s one more thing needed to be discussed.”

You looked over your shoulder, almost fearfully, as you moved away from the tent’s exit. George leaned back, crossing his arms as he looked at you with a nearly blank stare. “I feel like we should address the secret circulating around you,” he pointed out. Your jaw dropped to the floor, a chill striking you from the feet up. A hand flew over your arm as goosebumps riddled your limbs, and you feared the worst.

“What secret, sir?” you asked, your voice nearly returning to normal with panic.

“Juggernaut, I don’t think we need to beat around the bush over this. Other soldiers have seen it, too, and you need to come clean with it.”

Other soldiers? The thought was everything but comforting. You always thought you had been discreet with your identity, but apparently you weren’t based on the General’s accusations. However, you kept your mind straight enough to keep droning on. Maybe it was just a mistake, maybe it was just a false rumor that was meant to drag you in the dirt. Yeah, maybe that’s it. You desperately wished that was it.

“It must be a mistake, sir. Whatever this secret may be must be just a measly rumor to throw me off,” you tried to reason out.

“Would it be considered a rumor if we have a witness?”

Your stomach dropped. So there are people who saw? That was definitely not right. You were always sure to have your corset on, only taking it off inside the tent, and whenever you bathe you made sure you were either alone or the last one out and never surfacing from the water. George glanced over to Alexander expectantly, and for the first time the secretary seemed to not want to partake in the conversation.

“Hamilton here has your verbatim.”

You could feel your palms turn sweatier as the seconds passed. You steadied your breathing, trying to calm yourself and stay reasonable. Alexander stared at George incredulously, as if he was the one who’d been ratted out by their superior. He looked over to you, and despite your seemingly calm stature there was nervousness in your eyes that spoke otherwise. Not wanting to lie, Alexander nodded almost apologetically to confirm. You felt your shoulders sag. Had you been too lax when you discussed about pretending with other disguised women? Or had you been too loud when you were rambling to yourself in your own tent? You feared what was next to follow, but if there was someone who bore evidence of your secret, then it was better for you to speak the truth.

“I apologize for deceiving you, sir,” you conceded, dropping your head. “I am more than willing to accept the punishment for my actions.”

“Funny, I figured you’d know enough the consequences of having more liquor than the daily rations you’re given.”

“Wh... what...?”

You tried to wrap your head around the new information. Liquor... daily rations... was that what General George Washington accusing you of this whole time? “Or is the excess whiskey your secret to your fearlessness after all?” George mused teasingly, and you shot up straight when it finally registered to you. “No sir, that would be my low sense of self-preservation,” you answered hurriedly, jokingly. Thankfully for you, George chuckled at your banter.

“Well, don’t think of dying too early, young man,” George advised lightheartedly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

The tight feeling that was mentally suffocating you the whole time released your entire being. “Though, if it’s any assurance, my stash of vodka hasn’t really been consumed,” you informed. “If anything, I think the only time I made use of it was when I disinfected someone’s wound.” George sat up straight, a curious look flashing in his eyes.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Who’d you heal?”

You paused, wondering if you should really say. “It was Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens.” You glanced up, noticing the inquisitive look both George and Alexander held. “If it’s any compensation for my troubles, I can offer some of my personal beverage. Surely, you’d like a shot,” you then offered, swiftly dodging the questions that might’ve followed your prior statement.

“And how will I know this is not a ploy to try on my good side, son?”

“Was I on your bad side this whole time, sir?”

“With the direction your letters were going, you might be at the tipping point of being so with the Congress.”

You laughed uneasily. “Rest assured sir, my offer is all in good faith.” George uncovered the mug that rested on the edge of his table, and you took that as the sign to approach. You pulled out your flask, which had been refilled from the much larger bottle that you were hiding in your tent (you wondered if someone that visited your tent before saw the bottle which led to the accusations), and poured a hefty amount into the mug, much to George’s pleasure. You waved to Alexander with the flask. “Do you want some too, Hamilton?” you asked him. Alexander stared at your flask, then to George, and then to his papers.

“Come on, son. It’s not everyday we have a little extra liquor,” George insisted, a welcoming smile on his face.

Alexander didn’t hesitate to come over to the table the second he got George’s approval. He brought his own cup, and you readily poured him almost the same amount as George. “Thanks, I needed this,” he sighed gratefully, the strong scent already wafting through his nose. The three of you shared a toast, and you took a nice, long swig from your flask. A satisfied growl emitted from each of you, the burning sensation running down your throat.

“Well sir, I should head out now,” you said quietly.

George nodded, and finally dismissed you. “Call the others back on your way out,” he ordered, and you gave a verbal confirmation before pushing one of the tent flaps open. You peered outside and saw that Lafayette and John were talking nearby. You headed to them, waving a hand to catch their attention.

“F/N! The General didn’t chew you out too much, I hope?” John teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I got out alive,” you joked. “The General requests you guys and the other officials to return, by the way.” John chuckled, patting your shoulder as he passed by. Lafayette ruffled your hair before he and John headed out to look for the other officials that dispersed in the camp. You sighed and walked back to your tent, the clashing sensation of relief and anxiousness washing over you.

Your secret was safe... for now.

[voidselfshipp]

Welcome Back

Cw:none ask to tag

Ok to rb.

Summmary: after being separated from her crew (aka after the third movie) for a long time, lazaro returns and re-establishes her old relationshipps with much chaos in between.

(This GIF is gold pure gold!)

It was nice to be with her family back, she Rode down the dusty road into their New home.

One for the humans and one for them, the transformers.

And they are all waiting for her there.

Optimus de-transforms, smiling as she does the same.

--the mamacita is here!-- teased crosshairs-- be carefull muchachos she'll burn you!--he laughed--well fuck me! Lazaro no time no see! Beautiful as ever-- said crosshairs taking lazaros hand.

--you know I hate when you call me that, but i see you havent lost your touch, crosshairs, handsome as ever,still

--you know I like to tease you-- answers the green mech.

The green bot smiles before being yanked away by both drift and hound, who hugged her tightly.

--lazaro!-- shouted bumblebee running to her .

--bee! You talk again! Oh how wonderfull to see you!

--same here,old friend

--welcome home, lazaro-- said optimus patting her back.

They all got into the huge warehouse, they all transformed into a smaller versions of themselves and Walked.

-- we saved you a spot by the Window!-- said bee pointing at a huge room-- thats for you

--you guys are too kind!-- lazaro said, hugging bee.

-- go rest, after todays drive you must be tired-- optimus added patting her back.

She nodded-- on it, boss!

As she walks away she doest hear primes fans kick in.

-- youre...blushing? -- asked bee teasingly.

--Not another word-- said optimus walking away.

Bee starts to laugh with crosshairs, drift starts to Snicker, and hound tries to contain his loud laughter .

The following days she'd help around the yeager family, she didnt had the chance to interact with humans like this, in her normal form.

Now shes sitting on her bed, looking at some old Polaroid pictures she took with bee during the 80s, when they first met.

[...]

It was a warm summer night, bee was Driving with his human companion at the time , charlie.

--have you ever wondered if there were more like you here?,in earth...?

The car rumbles as if it was saying yes.

--Ive found a New car recently, its weird, want to check it out?

Bee de-transforms catching his friend.

--Look, It has the same emblem as you!

Bee gasped, well if he could he would, he Gently taps the trunk of the car.

-- 《we wont hurt you》 -- said the bot through the radio--《 im an autobot 》

The car drives into the yard, and de-transforms.

-- 《im bumblebee》-- said bee.

--Well, I dont have a name per se-- said the other autobot-- but you can call me Lazaro...

Bee shook her hand and smiled-- 《hi, lazaro!》

[...]

--remembering the past?-- asked none other than bee himself leaning on the wall.

--Can you blame me? You look so much cuter Back then..

The mech giggles helping her stand up--we were kids back then

Lazaro sighs smiling-- but you havent changed a bit-- said she cupping his cheeks-- youre still cute as ever...

Bees fans kick in, as she presses a gentle kiss to his metal lips.

-- ill see you around,I told tessa id help her with her college Papers

As she leaves bee just falls on his ass mumbling nonsense until crosshairs finds him

--lazaro again?-- asked the green mech.

--yep....-- answered bee.

As lazaro helps tessa, the human smiles,they are sitting in the yard, optimus talks with cade.

--ive seen the way you look at optimus yknow-- said she softly pushing her bot friend.

--oh shuuush-- answered she-- he'd never like me

--oh you CLEARLY havent seen how he gets when youre around

--how so?-- lazaro tilted her head.

--dad made a comment about him acting like a schoolgirl around you,and his fans kicked in...

Remember that day you complimented his sword? Ratchet said he could see primes spark glowing like a torch! Come on you cant be that oblivious can you?

Lazaro stares at the human dumbfoldedly-- I think I can

Later that day she trained with hound,optimus watched from a distance.

--its gettin' weird--said crosshairs-- you look like a creep

Prime Turns to him, slightly scared that lazaro might see him staring.

--Just messin' with ya boss

The autobot leader scowls-- thats not funny crosshairs

--yknow, I see the way you look at her, just go and talk, its not that hard

Prime shakes his head-- oh come on--

--Hey prime!-- shouted hound-- can you come here? I need to talk with ya!

--hes got good timing -- said the green mech.

Optimus approached hound,talking about how they needed some supplies, when hound left, lazaro and prime are left alone.

--yknow boss is good to be back--said she standing infront of him-- ive missed you so much

-- the feeling is mutal-- said prime trying his best to not trip on his own Words.

--ive seen youve been weird, is everything okay?,I know things got rocky after that bitch quintessa

He sighs,looking away-- im still surprised the autobots still consider me their leader

She cups his cheek, caressing it with her thumb-- youre a great leader, and a great mech, quintessa was a rock in your step but thats it, I know deep down-- she said pressing a hand near his spark-- is a good Man, dont doubt it prime...

Optimus looks at her and smiles, he kisses her and she kisses back.

--youre a good kisser as well-- added lazaro.

Prime laughs--its good to have you back...

Its late at night now, shes laying down in her bed, playing with a hologram.

She hears the heavy steps approach her room and the gentlest of knocks on her door.

--lazaro! Oí! You up?

--yeah I am-- she said opening the door, whats up?

-- cant sleep either?

--hmm

The green mech sighs crossing his arms looking away-- wanna...wanna go for a drive like the old days?

She smiled -- of course, lets go

Both go outside transforming into their vehicle modes and Driving off around the New farm.

They get near a slightly elevated hill.

The green mech de transformed and leaned on said hill, crossing his arms once again-- I love the calmness of this, nobody to bother me

--pft youre still holding that act up?

--what act?-- lied crosshairs.

Lazaro giggles-- saying you dont need anybody, youre a soft teddybear deep down cross, dont lie to me

Crosshairs rolls his eyes, but still looks at her-- I hate it when you see right through me luv

He stands closer to her taking her hand.

Theres a brief silence, she leans on him, and sighs.

-- yknow our drives always ended with us making out, remember that?-- said he.

-- I dont see why that has to change ~

He chuckles , standing infront of her and hugging her waist--yeah I dont see why

He kisses her, her arms around his neck.

He presses his cheek against her chest-- ive missed you

Lazaro smiled-- me too,ive missed you so much

Some hours later they return, exhausted they collapse on their beds.

And day Is soon to come.

Now, early morning, drift is pondering on life itself, concentrated balancing on his swords.

Hes then tackled on the ground, and he yelps

-- what the fuck-- lAZARO!

--did I distract you?-- lazaro lifts her head up on her hands as her legs are between his.

--yes you did-- scowls the mech-- what do you want

She presses soft kiss to his lips-- brighten up, optimus wants to talk with ya

As she stands up, drift grabs her hand throwing her down with him and giving her a proper kiss.

--come on you big flirt

She get up again and transforms into her vehicle form to go train with bee.

--is there anyone you havent kissed yet?--asked hound leaning on a wall.

--you-- answered lazaro-- but dont put a challenge on me

Hounds fans kick in and looks away-- haha fuck you

--well then-- she said-- im off-- she transforms and goes to the farms entrance since she was going to take tessa and cade to the supermaket to buy groceries.

As she drives away hound shouts -- Wait wheres my kiss?!

[bymoonchild]

Sugarplum Elegy (M) [Preview]

[Edit] FULL FIC HERE

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU  Warnings | Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, blowjobs, face-sitting, fucking sinful please brace yourself though it will... be soft as fuck as well because jungoo and the stars in his eyes demanded it to be soft..!, more to come Summary | There’s no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you, originally a die-hard rap fanatic, are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

Est. release date | Mid July 

There’s no greater testament to love than being in love itself. The aching process of it that continues forever, until the end of time and the pure vulnerability of being bound up together with another emotionally and physically. To love in every sense of the word is to offer your entire heart and place it on someone's bare hands, while knowing that there's a chance that they might crush it right in front of your eyes or behind your back.

Maybe love is like a dandelion, pretty in the summer mornings, but when a huge gust of wind hits, its petals will be blown away, leaving its heart barren, abandoned. And given your past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability for yet another person frightens the fuck out of you.

So whenever you wake up to a Jeon Jungkook beside you, lulled by the quiet sound of his breathing, your heart fizzles in your chest. It’s really a no-strings-attached agreement that you two have decided on at the beginning of the year, but it still feels weird and surreal, especially when the first thing you see is his peaceful face, unless he’s spooning you, his warm breath tickling against the back of your nape. It’s weird because it feels nice, feels so right.

Though it's been six months since you two started the whole fuckbuddy agreement, you still can't get used to how warm Jungkook is, always so warm that it softens and melts your sharp edges. While his body still sends zaps down your spine, your mind registers that you’ve actually grown to adore the heat of his body when your cold feet are always finding themselves tangled together with his under the sheets. It’s crazy how you relish having his arm wrapped around your waist, as if the sun has chiselled its way into every single pore of your body.

Sometimes, you’d wake up to Jungkook staring at you, caressing every detail of your face with his eyes alone. He’s not much of a morning person, but there are times you’ve woken up to him smiling like a fool (an adorable one at that) at your groggy and sleepy self, as though your crusty morning face turns him on even more because it often leads to the continuation of the previous night’s copulation before scrambling to class.

There’s no bounds nor depth with Jeon Jungkook. If anything, you’ve come to a conclusion that in your entire life, you’ve never met a single person quite like Jungkook before, like the cosmos has moved for this concurrence to be possible.

It seems like you discover a new side to your fuckbuddy as the days go by, which keeps you on your toes and brings a smile to your face, but nothing can ever beat the dorky Jungkook that becomes a freak in the sheets when he pounds into you mercilessly or pulls your hair as he buries himself deep inside the hilt of your throat. Nothing beats the feeling of having his body pressed up against yours as he whispers sweet nothings that caress and fan against your skin like invisible marks that will always be there. Burning from deep within.

Two months into the agreement, you find out that he loves your bed and the dick appointments are always at your place because he claims that your bed is ten folds comfier than his. You can’t seem to fathom why because you find his bed equally comfortable to sleep on and it probably smells much nicer than yours, mixed with the brew of his musky scent and peach shampoo.

When sex becomes a daily thing and a mixture of scents now lingers in your room, Jungkook starts bringing more of his stuff over and that includes his favourite fabric softener, just because he can. He makes sure that he’s over every Saturday to do laundry and even folds your clothes for you because he’s the self-proclaimed Laundry Senpai and all laundry duties are to be entrusted to him.

It’s moments like these where you know that Jungkook has undoubtedly carved himself a permanent space in your place and he does it so effortlessly with his dorky, endearing self and bunny smile. Slotting into your life effortlessly, becoming a constant beyond the late night dick appointments and becoming one of your best friends, someone you text and exchange dank memes with on a daily basis, someone you trust. You adapt to him quickly, and he accepts you unconditionally. In an odd way, it’s like he’s always meant to be by your side. It’s like the cosmos knew.

You hear Jungkook humming from behind you, comfortably settled on his side of the bed, while you’re hacking away at your laptop to finish your paper. You normally can’t work with noise, but his soft humming falls quite sweetly on your ears.

“Hey, you almost done?”

You spin around and spot Jungkook in only a pair of sweatpants, flaunting the ripples of his toned chest and abdomen. You have no idea why he even bothers to put his pants on when both of you know that he’s going to take off them later.

“Getting a little impatient?”

A little pout plays on his lips, “No, it’s just that… You’ve been at it for hours and I’m kind of sleepy.”

“O-Oh, have you been you waiting for me? Why don’t you get ready first?”

“Actually, I thought we could, you know, just sleep tonight,” he smiles sheepishly, the curve of his cheek squished from where he is lying down on his pillow.

“You mean like…?”

“You’re tired, aren’t you?”

You nod.

“Then hurry finish your work and get your ass here. My arms are kind of lonely here. And it’s cold.”

You can’t deny that he looks so gorgeous, so tempting, waiting patiently for you with that familiar tender gleam in his eyes as he pats down at the empty spot beside him.

“You’re cold? You’re literally my personal heater,” you laugh, tinges of amusement dancing in your orbs, slipping under the sheets beside him.

Chuckling softly, he leans in and makes sure there’s as little space between your bodies as possible from head to toe, until the tip of his nose is brushing against yours and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He playfully throws a leg over yours, pressing the strong cleave of his chest up against you and his body heat immediately engulfs you, sated and warm. There’s a fire in him, made of soft, satin embers.

Jungkook holds back smiling like the fool he is, busy drinking the sight of you and the closeness of you in, but that roseate flush that blooms over his face betrays his heart’s desire, spreading across the bridge of his nose and then over his cheekbones. The way his long, feather-like eyelashes brush the bone of his structured cheeks doesn’t escape your notice either.

If stars could take human form, they’d look a lot like Jungkook.

“Want to hear a bed pun that Jin-hyung bombed on us today?”

“Sure,” you feel a smile growing steadily across yours too, resembling his.

“Never mind,” he shrugs casually, his eyes crinkling up at the corners “It’s kind of sheety.”

“I fucking hate you!” You let out a whole-hearted laugh, doubling over to shove a pillow at Jungkook’s chest, “Don’t know why I put up with your dumb ass.”

“Because you love my dick!”

bonus

[you] [16:35] hello are you open for business today [16:36] i would like to make a dick appointment

[Big Dick Dude 👅] [16:36] hi yes, welcum [16:36] we have a slot from 8pm all the way till 9am the next morning [16:37] we provide dinner service too. any preference?

[you] [16:37] i would like some nuggets with a Big Dick on the side

[Big Dick Dude 👅] [16:37] okie dokies. your reservation has been confirmed [16:37] n.e ways, want to hear a joke about my dick? [16:37] never mind, it’s too long

[you] [16:38] sorry can i cancel my appointment? i don’t remember asking for a lame willy

hope you enjoyed the preview! i can feel another long ass fic coming,, can just feel it in my left tit. jokes aside, the plot be pretty thick but it’s basically [BREAKING] 70% idiots pining for each other hopelessly, 15% smut, 10% angst and 5% me talking about the stars in jungkook’s eyes. also, did i mention that i want to eat jungkook’s ass? yeah, adding that to my fic 👉👈

i haven’t fully planned out all the scenes but! this will do for now pls give me the strength and motivation to finish writing this by mid july... or else school is going to resume and... i might disappear for another 6 months 🤪🤪🤪

the title is a song by Niki !! pls give it a listen i love her!! and if you liked the preview,, would you be so kind enough to send me your thots... or like/rb it hehe thank you mi lovelies 💗

[ladygiselasencen]

@fire-sapphics @honorablescythecurie here is it. pls dont rb also its like 30 words shorter than the last chapter-

If Sammie was being honest, she didn’t really want everyone else to come with on Saturday. She’d wanted to spend time with Gina, and only Gina.

She would have said no to Gina’s request, but there was something about their conversation that had seemed…off. Gina had texted her back, but it had been several minutes before she sent the request to invite other people. Something had happened in those few minutes, and so Sammie caved. She let Gina invite the rest of the people from their table.

She hadn’t been lying when she’d said she wanted to get to know them better. Everyone seemed so kind and fun, but they’d seemed a lot like a family. Sammie desperately wanted to be a part of that, but she wanted to spend time with Gina more.

There was also the lingering issue of their discussions about Logan. Maybe Gina was right to shun her, to badmouth her, but Sammie was still undecided. Logan seemed troubled, but not terrible. Sure, they’d had a rough first encounter, but if it wasn’t for Gina butting in…

That kind of thinking won’t get you anywhere, Sammie conceded as she applied her mascara. It was finally Saturday, and Sammie had been wrestling with the upcoming venture all morning.

As much as she regretted allowing Gina to invite more people, she was still excited. In her experience, friendships weren’t fast. This was practically a speed run, and it was a welcome change in Sammie’s unstable world.

They’d ultimately decided Gina would pick her and Leo up and they’d meet Mally and Andre at a coffee shop downtown. Gina was picking Leo up first, so it didn’t look like there would be any elements of, well, a date, at all.

No time for regret now. Sammie grabbed her lanyard and her phone as she slipped on her shoes before heading out into the living room. Her mother had offered her the other upstairs bedroom, but Sammie had let her use it as an office, opting for the smaller bedroom on the first floor with the wide windows towards the backyard. It felt more…magical. Of course, it didn’t feel magical yet, with almost no decoration and several boxes littering the floor still.

She anxiously stood by the kitchen counter, waiting for Gina’s car to pull up into the driveway. The house was quiet, boxes still stacked up two or three high in every corner of the room, making the whole house feel smaller than it really was. She’d been trying to unpack things after school, but with her mother busy and Sammie unsure of where to put things, her progress had been minimal.

Just then, she heard the rumble of the car pulling up in the driveway. Leo was waving at her from the backseat, and the passenger seat was empty.

Oh, Sammie thought as her stomach did a flip. She…wanted a date, too.

It was a strange feeling, knowing that two people had the same regrets, but they’d made it so they both were disappointed. But there was no time to wait. The air was pierced with the noise of Leo reaching up and honking the horn.

Sammie ran outside, slamming the door behind her. Leave my doubts and fears behind, right?

She opened the car door and sat down. “Hey, Gina, Leo.”

“Hey Sammie!” the two greeted her. “Ready to explore?” Gina asked. Her tone was excited, but Sammie could see something behind her eyes, the tell-tale sign of regret.

“Of course,” she replied, matching Gina’s excited tone.

“Then let’s get this show on the road!” Gina turned around and began pulling out of the driveway.

“Uh, hi, Sammie,” Leo interjected with mock annoyance.

“Hi, Leo,” Sammie answered sarcastically. “I’ve been dying to spend time with you all week, did you know that?”

“Oh really?” he said. “You needn’t flatter me.”

“Really, don’t flatter him. His head’s big enough as it is,” Gina laughed.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “And pay attention to the freaking road, Gina, geez! You’ll crash your car!”

“Oh, because my track record shows I have a problem with that, does it?” she added slyly.

“Leo!” Sammie gasped. “You crashed a car already?”

“Yeah he did, and it was stupid, the way he did it too. Tell her,” Gina chided.

“I backed into a cart collector in the supermarket parking lot,” he admitted sheepishly. “The car was old enough that it ended up being totalled. I wasn’t hurt.”

“His self-esteem was, and he wasn’t allowed to drive for a month. Plus, he’d had his license for two weeks.” Gina said, laughing.

“What on earth, Leo. How do you even...what?” Sammie was laughing too.

“Shut up, I bet you’ve been in an accident, too.”

“I don’t even have my license,” Sammie admitted. “I’ve moved a ton, plus things just got…busy.” She sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them about her dad yet. It was too fresh in her mind, and she barely knew these people. They weren’t just at that stage yet.

“I’m sure you’ll get it soon,” Gina assured her after a moment of awkward silence. “Anyways, coffee! Best place in town, local place, not some chain. I mean, the chains are good when you’re crunched for time, because they have drive throughs, but this place is the best.”

“What’s it called?” Sammie wasn’t sure if she’d seen the place before.

“Salt & Pepper. Well, technically it’s Zara’s Salt & Pepper Cafe, but most people call it Salt & Pepper.”

“They don’t even have salt or pepper!” Leo cried.

“Yes, they do. It goes with their eggs and shit, their real food, that you never get,” Gina said as she rolled her eyes. “He’s not the brightest,” she said to Sammie.

“Ya think?” she laughed in response. “We’re meeting Mally and Andre there, right?”

“Yeah. Andre lives further away, and Mally works downtown. She said she’d meet us after her shift, so she might be a couple minutes late.”

Just then, Sammie felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out to the side, so no one would see what it said. It was a message from Logan. Turns out, they had English together, and Logan had slipped a note with her number on it to Sammie. She’d debated texting Logan, but she had during her next class. It felt rebellious, secretive, and somehow…betraying. At the same time, it was fun, having a secret. She opened the message.

heyy are you free this weekend?? we could hang out <<3

Sammie glanced back at Gina. There was no way she’d have time after hanging out with her friends, and she’d made her mom promise they’d unpack some more tomorrow.

no, i’m busy this weekend, but i could find time next weekend. sorry </3

She slid her phone back into her pocket. “So, Salt & Pepper? What’s good there?” It felt forced, her lame attempt at conversation, but luckily, neither Gina nor Leo seemed to notice.

“Their mochas are really good, but I’m partial to an iced latte of sorts,” Gina said.

“I like their hot chocolate, and their mochas are really good,” Leo agreed. “They’re so sweet, but not too sweet, y’know?”

Sammie nodded, relieved they’d grabbed her bait. “So what should I get?”

“Mocha, for sure. And you don’t have to wait long. There it is,” Gina said pointing to a building a block away. “I’ll let you guys out before I park.”

She pulled up in front of the squat building before putting the car in park. “Unload, children!”

“Hey, I’m not a children!” Leo cried as they climbed out of the car.

Sammie turned to Leo. “She didn’t say anything…weird…about this, this excursion, this get-together, did she?”

Leo looked at her quizzically. “No?” He shook his head. “C’mon, let’s go get a table. Andre texted me a few minutes ago and said he’d be here in ten.” He turned and headed into the coffee shop.

Sammie hesitated a moment outside. Step through those doors, and it will all be fresh, all be brand new. She decided not to linger on Logan, or regrets, or would-have-beens. Today was not a day for those, but a day for friends and new beginnings. Later, she decided, she could return to those thoughts, but not now. Time to get a mocha and just hang out. Summoning just a tiny bit of courage, she followed through the doors Leo had entered a moment before. No regrets.

[basketballandtextbooks]

OK  i was weak and i glanced at some blogs

what i learned:

tomkitty is still legit, lookat that art and so fucking prolific. honestly too polite to dem anons but its part of what makes this bitch so loveable, seems busy irl and im hoping things even out for them soon

MP IS TRYING TO KILL ME AND I AM PERSONALLY OFFENDED THAT IM TOO TIRED TO RESPOND TO EVERY FUCKING THING THEY POSTED BECAUSE HOW FUCKING DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME, YOU MONSTER, YOU HORRIBLE MONSTER, YOU WANT TO MAKE ME DIE, AHHH I CANT EVEN COMMENT ON JUST ONE THING LIKE ‘OH YOURE ON A KEVIN KICK THATS AWESOME BC I LOVE KEVIN AND ECVERYTHING YOU WROTE AND DREW WAS FUCKING PERFECT’ BC RIGHT AFTER KEVIN THERES ZE MOLE AND BEFORE KEVIN THERES MARSH FAMILY AND WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME THIS IS TOO MUCH CONTENT FOR ME TO ABSORB IN MY CURRENT STATE BUT I LOVE IT ALL AND I HATE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU, YOU PROLIFIC BASTARD

dbw is on a tt kick and ngl makes me nostalgic af lmao. i need to re-watch that show. i re-watched batman beyond last year and it reminded me how much i fucking love them superhro cartoons. also stop being so negative, ya lil twit, we all love you

beaver why do you rb so much stuff its good stuff but its always so hard for me to find the things you post, make a better tagging system (like ‘beaver speaks’) so i can easily find your posts and thoughts bc you know i love reading that shit, we dont always agree but i still effing love your opinions little dude

HOLYFUCK APPLE i think mp made more posts total in my absence by how tf are you posting so much shit what the heck im at a loss. also apple’s on a lesbian kick lately and ngl, i am digging it. sign me the fuck up estretta, kebecca, tallotte, wenlie, whatever the fuck else i might have missed, i’ll prolly make some lesbian hcs later