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notsowrites · 4 years ago

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believe in something again

a moment between maria, jenna, and greg that’s referenced in chapter three of anchored home in an interstellar sea

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Maria stared at the soulmark on her wrist.

She knew what it meant, she'd seen Liz's enough growing up to recognize what it was. But there was something off about her own.

Liz's soulmark resembled a constellation, with points connecting them that acted as the stars in the sky. When they were younger, before she and Alex left Roswell and left her all alone, they'd sit on the roof of the Crashdown and talk for hours about the future and if all of them would end up with soulmarks one day.

Maria never let it show how much it had hurt that day when they'd been seventeen and Alex had revealed his own soulmark. There had been other things going on that she could focus her attention on, but in the back of her mind, hidden deep away, Maria felt a pang of jealousy that her two best friends had soulmarks, had soulmates, and she didn't.

There were always potentials, but none of them ever ended up the real thing. She'd felt stupid as a kid, believing that she and Alex would grow up and get married some day - even though no soulmark ever appeared. Because she did love him, more than anyone else, but apparently the universe had other plans.

Jenna had been a surprise and a revelation for her - because though she'd always thought of herself as straight, despite what she was beginning to understand had been a longtime crush on Rosa. And flirting with Jenna, talking with her, spending time with her - it was fun, and there had been something there that made Maria feel a pull towards her. She'd found herself wondering what it would be like to run her fingers across the skin of Jenna's arm, what it would feel like to kiss her lips and pull their bodies together.

She'd been a bundle of nerves the first time they'd spent time together, nervous about doing something wrong or acting the fool. And she hadn’t quite understood why, until after they’d spent the night at the drive-in, their knees bumping as they sat on the tailgate of Maria’s truck, when Maria had driven Jenna back to her house, and they’d awkwardly stood outside the door saying their goodnights. And there had been a rush of want that had flown through her, to lean forward and kiss Jenna Cameron, and so she’d given in, checking with her as she went, their eyes locked as Maria pressed their lips together.

She hadn’t noticed the appearance of the soulmark on her wrist until she’d gotten home and was getting ready for bed. But there it had been, dark lines standing out against the skin of her wrist, staring back at her, as if telling her that she’d been ridiculous all those years ago to think she’d never get a soulmate or a soulmark - she’d just been looking in the wrong place and at the wrong person.

But this soulmark of hers didn’t look complete. It was as if something was still missing, and Maria didn’t understand why. She’d found her soulmate, hadn’t she?

She sat at the table in Jenna’s kitchen, wrist held out in front of her, staring at it, fingertip tracing along the lines, wondering why it was so different from what she thought it should look like.

Greg was staying in Jenna’s spare bedroom, recovering from the gunshot wound to his abdomen, and yet his entire presence didn’t feel like an imposition. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt like he belonged here with them, and she didn’t know how to explain it. Maybe it was just that she knew him, that they’d grown up together. An existing familiarity.

“You feel it too,” Jenna said as she walked into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter.

Maria’s head shot up to look at her, dropping her hand and flipping her wrist around, like she needed to hide the mark, hide what she'd just been doing. She was still getting used to the changes the soulbond made, the openness at which you could have with your soulmate - the sharing of those thoughts of emotions, letting them flow openly between you, a secret language only soulmates shared.

“I don’t know what I feel,” she replied, because it was the truth. “He’s Alex’s brother, we’ve known each other since we were kids.”

Jenna smiled, sliding into the seat next to her at the table, and taking her hand, the physical touch calming something inside her instantly. She watched as Jenna twisted their hands to expose the soulmarks on the inside of their wrists, a finger tracing along the incomplete lines on Maria's skin, the touch lingering, a single focal point for her to concentrate on.

"That's not an answer."

Maria ducked her head, because she didn't understand it, how Jenna was able to read her so easily. Did it come with being soulmates, the more innate ability to understand the other person? She thought about Michael and Alex, the revelation that Alex had spent the past decade with a tight hold over the bond, believing it was the right thing to do. Maria had found she couldn't even be angry at him, that he'd made that decision. Even now that she knew and understood what having that bond felt like, she'd listened to him talk about his fears and insecurities, his reasons for making the decision he did.

"If you're worried about me-"

Maria shakes her head, pushing up slightly from her chair to lean over and press their lips together. "No, it's not - it's something else. It's like he belongs here. With us."

As the words left her mouth, the floor creaked from off to the right, and both her and Jenna glanced over to see Greg standing in the hallway watching. Jenna jumped up, immediately going to help him, but he shrugged her off.

Maria realized he'd been staring at her and hadn't looked away yet.

"Remember when you and Alex made that pact that one day the two of you would get married?" Greg leaned against the counter, hands braced onto the edges of the marble to hold himself up. "The two of you were so inseparable, I think I was always a little jealous."

Maria smiled, thinking of those days as kids. Back before Alex came out, when the idea of them getting married one day still seemed possible. Marrying Alex one day seemed a foregone conclusion in her mind as a child, inevitable that one day she would become a member of the Manes family. Greg had never been involved in their group, he had his own friends, his own activities - what had there been to be jealous of?

"You were always so sure of yourself, even when we were kids," Greg continued, and Maria realized there was a slight blush to his cheeks. "But you only ever had eyes for Alex. And I've always been a little bit in love with you."

She feels like a fool suddenly - she had been so in love with Alex, had she overlooked Greg completely?

It's then that Maria realizes it's just the two of them, Jenna having disappeared somewhere else in the house.

In the weeks since the soulmark showed up, she's always been aware of Jenna's presence around her or near her - something she attributed to the soulbond. A kind of soulmate intuition, she assumed. So losing focus on Jenna now, when it was just her and Greg in the room, Maria immediately wondered if that was what she'd been referring to earlier, that feeling Jenna had asked her about.

There's something she needs an answer to now however.

Maria stands up and makes her way toward Greg, standing in front of him as he stares back, having kept his focus on her since appearing in the kitchen. They haven't touched, she realizes - perhaps somehow they never have, but there is something inside her begging for it now. A need pulsing through her, pressing up against the bond that she has with Jenna already.

You feel it too .

She surges forward, capturing Greg's lips with her own, remembering what it's like to kiss someone with stubble, feeling the barest of whiskers above his lips. Maria is careful to place a hand on his waist, but nowhere near where he’d been shot, not wanting to cause him pain of any sort. She feels a hand slide into her hair, fingertips pressing gently against her scalp, and she melts into the contact.

Pulling away, she feels Greg wrap a hand around her wrist, turning it so they can both look at it, watching as the lines fill in across her skin. It doesn't feel like anything, she doesn't feel the movement of her soulmark as it becomes whole, as the same constellation works its way across the skin of his wrist as well.

She watches as he leans over, gently pressing a kiss to the mark, her body suddenly a live wire of want and need and understanding. But there's apprehension, the need to stop every feeling surging through the bond, to discuss this, discuss them .

"You?" Maria asks, finding her voice finally.

Gently, she pushes against him, hands drifting up to hold his face, staring at him and needing him to listen. Maybe she'd just picked the wrong Manes when she was younger, mistaken her pull towards Alex - it didn't diminish anything about their friendship, every bit of love and trust between them. But maybe it'd been Greg she'd been pulled toward this entire time.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

Years of bad dates and even worse relationships, never feeling like she's been able to truly connect with anyone. Even with Michael, no matter how much she'd enjoyed herself during the time they'd dated, it had always felt like deep down something had been missing. And now, seeing Michael and Alex together, seeing Liz and Max together, she had started to realize how much she'd been searching for something like that of her own.

Until Jenna. Until now.

"I thought you'd say no."

Maria smiles, unable to hold back, pushing forward again and kissing Greg, pulling their bodies closer together as she goes. She feels his hands dip down, circling her waist to pull her against him, and Maria adjusts her stance, moving one leg between Greg's, wondering if he's feeling the same as she is.

Greg answers by switching their positions, and Maria pushes herself up onto the counter, pushing her legs apart and pulling Greg between them, arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies flush together as their lips collide again.

With Jenna, they'd been slow and quiet, something tentative and new. They'd spent the night exploring each other's bodies, hands clasped and fingers dancing as their limbs tangled together. They'd learned how to bring each other to the brink, to reach that highest high, and fallen asleep wrapped up in each other afterwards.

Now, she watches as Greg slides her panties down her legs, and quickly leans forward, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down, releasing him from his confines and taking him in hand, shifting to try and line him up. His hand brushes against hers, and she lets him take over as he gently pushes forward, and she tightens her grip around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder as he pushes into her. The feeling of being filled excites her, and Maria reaches down between them, fingers rubbing gently against herself.

For a moment they stay still, adjusting and just feeling each other, and Maria presses a quick kiss to Greg's lips, before urging him forward with her legs, her ankles hooked together around his back.

"Impatient," he laughs, pulling out slightly before thrusting forward. "Did Jenna have to deal with this?"

Maria laughs into the skin of his shoulder, shaking her head as Greg finds a pace, the feeling of him moving inside her, rubbing up against that spot that will send over the edge. The bond is aflame with emotions and desire, overwhelming her as she tries to hold on, her orgasm building and inching closer.

It's subtle as she feels Jenna enter into the mix, as if feeling out the emotions, before Maria feels a hand running up the length of her leg. Their mouths meet in a kiss as Greg continues his thrusts, and Maria is barely able to concentrate as Jenna climbs up on the counter, straddling her from behind, a hand reaching around, fingers sliding between her legs, taking over where Maria is touching herself.

Overwhelmed by the sensations, she rides out her climax clutching to Greg, Jenna pressed up tightly against her back, feeling as Greg finishes a moment later. None of them move for a moment, as Maria feels Greg slip out of her, stepping back and Jenna keeps them close - the physical contact exactly what she needs. She lets Jenna pull her hand back, fingers gently wrapped around the wrist with her soulmark, not seeing but feeling as Jenna presses her lips to it, sending a thrill down her spine and through the bond.

"And Greg, to answer your question, she was just as impatient our first time as well."

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm fic #maria x greg x jenna #notso writes fanfic #notso writes a soulmate au

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on-a-lucky-tide · 4 years ago

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i can’t help but read your tags on that vipurr post in a jenna marbles voice ‘ur kitty needs faesh to grow up nice and strong’ ‘this is how you care for ur kitteh and let’s them grow’

Anon, you need to know that I love you and your mind. Have a very good weekend. 🐱 🐟

#rawrkinanswers #Anonymous #KITTEH

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jemej3m · 6 years ago

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leisuring

directly caused by by @mini-minish‘s andrew in jenna marble’s leisuring suit, i present to you this:

a stupid short fic where andrew is jenna and neil is julien

(based loosely on her videos i want to be tall, i try hot glue crafts, cooking vegan thanksgiving food, giving my boyfriend acrylic nails and how many balloons does it take to lift my dog off the floor and maybe a few others)

Andrew frowned at the video. He almost ignored it: He ignored a lot of things on the internet, except for the video suggestions that truly stuck with him. And Neil’s texts.

Even then, sometimes he found himself so lost that spiral that was the internet that even Neil didn’t draw him out.

He’d seen shit like this all over the place already: Shane Dawson, all those pathetic beauty gurus, where edits brought their best (worst?) moments all together for a ten minute long shitshow.

And here was Andrew’s ten minute long shit show. Appropriately titled “andrew and neil annoying each other for ten minutes straight”, it was posted by some random person. Nicko. Weird.

Andrew almost didn’t click on it. Almost.

Then he did, and it unfolded like this:

“Andrew,” Neil said, exasperated. “What are you doing.”

Andrew was sat in a dark corner of the house, playing the electronic keyboard. It had a choral overlay, like a church choir was humming along to him. He said: “I want to be tall.”

Neil snorted. “Neither of us have grown since sixth grade.”

He played another chord. “I want to grow a whole eight inches, Neil.”

Neil arched an eyebrow, holding the camera in front of his chest. Andrew looked up at him instead. “You want to grow a whole eight inches.”

“Then I will be average height.” He played his third and final chord. “I want to be tall.”

Neil sighed. “Fine. Come on.”

cut screen

[andrew and neil annoying each other for ten minutes straight]

“Neil.” Andrew leaned into the study, where Neil was curled into a ball with a hood drawn over his head. He probably had woken up at six-am to go for a jog and hadn’t bothered to shower since, considering Neil was disgusting and nothing Andrew did would ever change that.

Neil looked up from the computer screen and immediately frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that.”

Andrew thought he was looking pretty dead-pan. Fuck Neil for being able to see right through him. “How would you feel - ”

Neil put his head in his hands. “Give me the sweet release of death already.”

“- about me giving you a full set of acrylic nails.”

Neil’s head dropped to the desktop with a loud bang.

“Neil.” Andrew snapped. “Neil. Quit that. You’re making a mess.”

“It’s fine.” Neil grinned, flipping a glass bowl and snatching it mid-air with his hand. The camera zoomed into Andrew’s eye twitching, every time Neil threw and caught that infernal bowl. “It’s fine. What’s wrong? Everything’s fine.”

“I fucking hate you.” Andrew growled.

“How many times did we have to go back to Party City to get these balloons?” Andrew wondered aloud.

“Six times.” Neil informed him, looking at how his cat (Sir, not King - King was way too hyperactive) was relaxing about three metres above the ground. She was suspended with seventy-two helium balloons, because Andrew wanted to know how many balloons it took to lift their small cat.

“She’s sleeping, ‘Drew.” Neil murmured grinning behind his hand. “Oh my god, she’s so relaxed. She’s sleeping.”

“It’s because King can’t reach her, and thus, can’t taunt her or wake her up.” Andrew looked at the dozens of balloons that now filled their living room with satisfaction. “It’ll be her safe space.”

Neil slung his arm around Andrew’s shoulders, still filming as their cat spun meaninglessly through the air.

“Ow!” Neil hissed, inspecting his now inch-and-a-half long acrylic nails. “Ow. What the fuck. What the fuck!”

“Calm down.” Andrew berated him, finishing the acrylic on his second last nail. “You’re being a wuss.”

“I want these off, now.” Neil moaned.

“Well, I don’t have pure acetone, so we’ll see if we can get them off at all.”

“Wait, what?” Neil yelped, glaring at Andrew. He widened his eyes. “What?”

“I’m going to give you a Brazilian Blowout.” Andrew menacingly waved his hairdryer around. “You’ll look like you’re compensating for a lack of an emo-phase in your teenage years.”

Neil grinned up at him from where he was sitting. “You never moved on from that phase, did you?”

Andrew almost stabbed him with the hairbrush. “I’m compensating for you.”

Neil settled into the chair. “Do what you want. Just don’t bring the FBI running.”

Andrew snorted.

Andrew walked out from the corridor in eight-inch heels, hair sprayed upright.

“Oh, damn.” Neil said, softly, looking at the leather boots and purple trousers that were tight around his thighs.

“Keep it in your pants, Josten.” Andrew said snipily. “Eyes are up here.”

“Don’t worry,” Neil grinned, craning his neck up to look at him. “That orange jacket is really turning me off.”

Andrew stared dead into the camera with a hat made out of hot glue to his head. The camera zoomed in. He slowly help up a different piece of hot glue.

“See, Five-Minute-Crafts? I can create random shit out of hot glue, too.”

It read fuck you.

“Neil, that’s too much cinnamon.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Neil.”

“Yes?”

“I fucking hate you.”

“I’m angry.” Andrew said.

“Well, no shit.” Neil remarked. “You just spent six hours making a chair out of jeans, with nothing but staples to put it together.” He threaded his fingers through Andrew’s hair as his boyfriend looked up at him in misery. “It’s completely rational.”

“Should we bring her down?” Neil whispered. Sir hadn’t woken up from where she was napping, mid-air.

“Why are you whispering.” Andrew said flatly.

“She’s asleep. Don’t wanna be rude.”

“It’s a cat floating in midair. Somehow, I don’t think it cares.”

Andrew slowly turned his face towards Neil as he glittered with rhinestones. He’d never felt more itchy in his life, and he’d put on a hundred layers of fake eyelashes once.

“Pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass,” Andrew winked at him and Neil grinned. “Smash.”

Neil stabbed a banana with his terrifyingly long nails and grinned at Andrew as disgusting banana goop got stuck under his nails. Andrew wanted to retch.

Then he bent down and tried to feed it from the cats, and Andrew hated his boyfriend so much.

“Are you satisfied, now?” Neil looked up at Andrew, who was a little unsteady in these eight-inch boots. His head hurt with the amount of hairspray they’d used to stand his hair up, even though his hair wasn’t even that long.

“This is now my permanent state.” Andrew replied.

Neil rolled his eyes.

“Guess who’s man isn’t here to be the idiot?” Andrew pointed at himself. “My man. Guess who’s going to compensate for Neil’s idiocy by dyeing his hair bright red?” He pointed at himself. “This bitch.”

“Neil.” Andrew said, voice on the absolute edge of losing it. Neil fucking threw a piece of cannoli dough into the deep fryer, getting hot oil everywhere. “If you’re going to go and be a tornado all through the kitchen, then fucking tornado your way out to the living room.”

Neil coughed in his ear on purpose, and Andrew grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Aw,” Neil was laughing too hard to be taking Andrew serious. “You’re no fun!”

Andrew shoved him onto the couch. “Stay there till the deep fryer is off.”

Andrew gazed out the window. “The sun has set since I started doing this.” He then turned, gazing straight into the camera. “The sun’s setting on the opportunity for me to do something with my life.

Sir lazed on the chair that Andrew sat beside, reading out the mean comments that the internet had spared her. She was the ‘dead’ one, an old cat who barely moved or even blinked, whilst King was the more challenged one, to say the least.

“Oh, look.” Andrew said icily. “It’s a comment from Allison Reynolds herself. Keep talking up your cats, Reynolds. We all know they can’t manage anything more than purely aesthetic function, just like yourself.”

Neil whistled lowly. “Not sure your best friend would appreciate you calling her girlfriend a trophy wife.”

“Is that not what Reynolds is?” Andrew snorted. “My mistake.”

Neil made kissy noises. “You lookin’ like a snack.”

Andrew brandished a kitchen knife. “Say that again, I dare you.”

Neil just grinned and mouthed love you.

cut screen

[thx for watching]

Andrew slapped his laptop closed.

“Neil,” He called over his shoulder. “I’m quitting Youtube.”

His boyfriend leaned over the back of the couch to loop his arms around Andrew’s shoulders and press kisses to his cheeks. “Uhuh. Because I’ve never heard you say that before.”

Andrew grumbled, grabbing Neil by the arms and throwing him over the back of the couch. He partially landed in Andrew’s lap.

“I’ve been jiu-jitsed!” Neil rolled off the couch with a melodramatic thud. “It’s all over. Tell my father I love him!”

“He’s dead and you hate him.” Andrew said flatly. Neil grinned up at him.

“You know me so well.” He sunk into the couch beside Andrew, curling into a ball against his side. “Will you show me this video of us?”

Andrew sighed, opening his laptop. He let himself droop his head down to Neil’s shoulder, somewhat nuzzling into the familiar scent of his shirt.

He’d quit another day.

thx for readin lmao

#andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #youtube au #jenna and julien au #all for the game #jem writes

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heartofgolds · 5 years ago

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𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 .

specifically the remembrance of miss melanie rivera .

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 , not the first of her name and certainly not the last .

her whole family kind of falls into the flower name theme . she has three older sisters named calla , acacia . , and lily . then obviously rosemary . her middle name comes from her maternal grandmother .

rosemary has a significant age gap between her siblings . calla was sixteen when rosemary was born . acacia was twelve and lily was nine . acacia and lily would always play together but calla was the best big sister and always played with rosemary .

her parents , helene and adam (yes named after helen and adam from trc) , tended to focus their attention on the middle girls . helene as a solo unit gave a lot of attention to rosie but adam was kind of a deadbeat dad even though they sat at the same dinner table every night .

it's not like adam was a terrible dad though . it's just that he wasn’t rosemary's dad .

and being honest helene isn't rosemary's mother . helene kristen keegan only ever had three daughters . but she has one granddaughter .

rosemary was around twelve years old when the yelling throughout her house kept her up . helene and adam argued all the time (many times rosemary would wish her "parents" would just get divorced already) but the fighting wasn't just between the two of them that night . calla was involved in the argument too . and there was one thing she heard crystal clear that kept her up all night .

the singular sentence haunts rosemary to this day . "i want my daughter to know that i'm her mother ! i'm tired of being her damn sister ! that's my baby and she deserves to know it !" calla's voice had never been so clear .

the only person rosemary has ever told about what she learnt that was melanie . rosemary hasn't even officialy told her family that she knows . she'll occasionally hint to it at family dinners but she doesn't want to be the one to bring it up. after all , she was eavesdropping and should've been asleep .

dance was one of the few things calla and rosemary were able to share growing up . so rosemary was a big , big , big dancer all her life .

she was clara in the nutcracker fairly young and not too long after that she decided she was over recitals . she joined the scary world of competitive dance and that was her favorite thing for so long .

when she was thirteen she competed in the dance awards' best dancer competition . at that time , her life goal was to win the dancer of the year award . it would prove that all her hard work was worth it . and thankfully for everyone involved , they announced rosemary as the teen dancer of the year .

melanie would typically vacation with rosemary's family and since the keegan's had to go to orlando for the dance awards , melanie was there when rosemary won ! that probably made rosemary happier than actually winning . there's a photo of rosemary still in her full costume with melanie hugging her after she came off the stage and rosemary keeps in on her nightstand .

rosemary retired from dance after she won dancer of the year . she wanted to have a normal high school life and it was so worth it to her . plus she wanted other people to have their moment in the spotlight . rosemary got her dream , it was time for someone else to get theirs too .

rosemary is an anthropology major and she knew going into it that her career options would be limited to say the least . but she would die to work at a non profit organization when she finishes school . she thinks charging people for the things they need to survive is corrupt. she also hates amazon as a company but she doesn't like the word hate so she won't admit but just know rosemary wants amazon to suffer .

every year that rosemary dressed up for halloween , she was an angel without fail . it kind of started a joke that she was an angel in disguise trying to help the world . obviously she's not but she always took that as a major compliment .

she is a big coward . she is scared of so many things that truly it would be easier to make a list of things she isn't scared of . melanie has really only amplified her fears . the list used to consist of clowns and spiders , simple things like that only . now kidnapping and death have a place on a her list of never ending fears .

melanie who was the only person that could get rosemary to wear anything other than vanilla perfume . it's always been her staple . she wears it every day now that melanie is gone . she likes smelling like a bakery . it makes her happy .

rosemary gets called naive a lot . she doesn't think she's naive . she's smart as all hell . she just always wants to believe in goodness . she always argues that people are inherently good .

she has the too much gene . except unlike jenna marbles she knows when to stop on a project . she just doesn't know when to stop giving people love . people can burn rosemary repeatedly and she can rationalize a reason to still give them love . her kindness is truly her fatal flaw .

the part in story of my life where they say " i spend her love until she's broke inside " yeah that was written about rosemary . she gives and gives and never takes .

her most prized possession is a locket that calla gave to her . inside is a picture of rosemary and melanie when they were around fourteen . it was taken at a sleepover where the whole night they just spilled their souls to each other . it was the night rosemary told melanie that calla was her mom , not helene .

she cannot and never will get over anyone she breaks up . she's one of those people who says " i'll always love you " and genuinely means it .

i still need to work on her connections page but HERE it is for the time being, i think there's maybe three on there right now ? i genuinely cannot remember.

#covintro

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my-emotional-self · 6 years ago

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Super Soldier Love Chapter 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC

Warnings: brief mentions of past domestic violence, swearing

Summary: Harlow has always had bad luck dating and felt she will never find ‘the one’. Until one day when her friends sign her up for a “dating challenge” they found on the internet. Begrudgingly, Harlow agrees and she finds herself moving into a large house with 11 other women. The surprise? She was vying for the love of a certain Captain; Steve Rogers himself.

A/N: I honestly don’t know why I’m posting this as only one or two people seem to actually like it.

“Wow,” Steve breathed out as he and Bucky walked into what would be considered their new house for the next month at least. Saying it was large would be putting it mildly. The house was ginormous, but alas everything Tony did was extreme.

“What do you guys think?” Tony said as he rounded the corner and came into view of the two Super Soldiers. The house was very modern and done in neutral tones. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

The three men walked through the large entry way and right into the living room. There were three long individual grey couches. Two of the couches faced one another while the other was off to the side, making a sharp ‘U’ shape with a large black coffee table in the middle. Along the left side of the house was wall the wall windows. Outside was the view of the pool and hot tub, and the forest as well. It was quite a spectacular view.

“So here we have the living room. As you can see there is not a television in here. That would defeat the purpose of getting to know the women. In fact, there will be no technology aloud, except cell phones. But I will be putting an app on their phone that will not involve any kind of social media, texting or phone calling. Basically, all they can do is play games on it. However there is a small media room right here,” Tony said as he opened the door down a small hallway off the living room. “While here, the women can Skype with friends or family, but they will not be allowed to say any details about who you two are and the challenges they will be doing. That will all be a part of the NDA they must sign before coming here. There is also a small library I had built,” Tony said as he showed them a doorway from the living room. Inside were two couches with a wall filled to the brim of books on a bookcase.

They walked further into the house and into the kitchen. It was all stainless steel appliances and a mixture of dark grey and black marble countertops. The cabinets were white and as Tony opened the door to the fridge, freezer and panty, Steve’s brows rose at the sight of the vast amount of food that was already stocked. “I’ll have people come every few days to re-stock the food and beverages.”

Tony, Steve and Bucky made their way up the curving staircase and to the second floor. “Alright there are four bedrooms on this floor. I have decided to put each time into one bedroom each. That leaves two spare bedrooms in case there is any drama and someone needs a break away from the others.” Tony snickered as he continued on. “Each bedroom has its own bathroom also. So that’s a bonus.”

They made their way up to the third floor of the expanse house. “And here we have your rooms,” Tony announced. “Barnes will be in here,” Tony pointed to the right, “And Cap you will be in here.”

Steve walked into his room and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. The room was very minimal, just like his old apartment. There was a large king sized bed in the middle of the room with two nightstands on either side. The bedding was navy blue and the pillow cases were red. A large Captain America shield painting hung right above the bed. Along one wall was a large dresser which a record player sat atop.

Steve walked over to the record player with a smile. Looking to the left, he saw a bookcase that was filled with records. The opposite wall had the bathroom and a closet. There was also a door that connected his room to Bucky’s.

“Steve this is fucking amazing!” Bucky roared as he bustled into his room.

“Language,” Steve laughed at his best friend.

Bucky smiled, shaking his head at his friend before he came and wrapped him in his arms. “I’ve got a good feeling about this Stevie. We are both going to finally find our dames.”

As the two best friends shared a moment of happiness, Tony waltzed into the room. “This isn’t even the best part yet.”

The men frowned at Tony as they followed him out of the room and to a door in the middle of the hall. “This right here is a little something special I had built just for you two.” Tony opened a door in the middle of the hallway, revealing an elevator.

The three men stepped inside and took the elevator down into the basement. Upon opening the doors, the two super soldiers smiled at what they saw before them. It was a state of the art gym, designed just for them.

“Don’t think I wouldn’t forget about your avenging duties,” Tony remarked as the two super soldiers walked around the immense space before them. There were treadmills, weights and mats to spar on; it was everything they could have imagined. “I still need you two in tip top shape in case we get called for an emergency. Which by the way, you two will not be getting out of just because of the twelve women staying in this house. If duty calls, then duty calls.”

Bucky and Steve gave Tony a nod, knowing just how important their jobs were to the safety of not only the women who will be living here, but to all mankind.

“Alright. Let’s get on to the last part of the tour,” Tony announced, waving his hands around in the air as the two soldiers followed him. They made their way back into the elevator and then down the steps to the first floor. From the dining room there was a sliding glass door that went outside.

The backyard was breathtaking to say the least. There was a very large underground pool with a hot tub attached. The hot tub alone could easily fit 20 people and the backdrop of it all was the forest itself. It really made for a picture perfect date.

“I can see myself in this hot tub surrounded by gorgeous women,” Bucky spoke as he grinned, running his hands together back and forth as Steve shook his head at him. He knew Bucky had been a womanizer back in the day, but he also knew he was ready to settle down.

Steve and Bucky would stay up late at night, talking about their past and their futures; Bucky admitting he wanted to find a dame to settle down with and to finally have a family. He didn’t think he would ever get that chance with Hydra and all, but ever since Steve found him and ‘rescued’ him, he knew he had that chance and he didn’t want to lose it.

“So here is what is going to happen. I want you two to get whatever personal belongings you need from the compound and bring them over. You can stay the night here if you want. Tomorrow night the ladies will arrive but I will need you to stay in your rooms. Once the ladies arrive and get situated, I’ll get them into the living room and explain how everything is going to work. Once that is done, I will have you two come downstairs and that is when the fun will begin. God I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when they realize it will be you two.”

~~~

“Are you all packed?” Jenna asked as she poked her head into Harlow’s bedroom.

Harlow looked at her with a smile. “I believe so.” She had spent most of the previous night packing; too nervous to sleep. She had her evening gowns in a special suitcase that Jenna had let her borrow. Then she packed all of her dresses, date night and regular dresses into another suite case. Then came her regular clothing that she normally wore; t-shirts and jeans, along with her underwear and bras in a duffle bag. Last but not least, she packed her shoes and toiletries in one last bag. She went over her list numerous times in the middle of the night, hoping she wouldn’t forget anything. But then again, she hoped they would be able to ask for certain things if they forgot.

“I think I’m all set,” Harlow exclaimed with a grin. Harlow grabbed two bags while Jenna grabbed the other two. They made their way out of her room and down the stairs where Blair waited for them.

“Are you ready?” Blair asked with a mischievous smile.

Harlow looked around at all her packed suitcases, taking one deep breath in the process. She turned to her best friend and gave her a nod, “I’m ready.”

The three women piled into Blair’s silver Jeep and headed to the airport. Luckily one of them had a vehicle big enough to fit all the suitcases.

It was quiet in the car as Blair drove; Jenna in the front and Harlow in the back. The closer they got to the airport, the more nervous Harlow got.

“I can’t do this guys, take me back home,” Harlow quipped with a soft voice; her nerves getting the better of her.

Jenna turned around from the front seat, giving a tight smile to Harlow. “You’ve got this hun. It’s just nerves because you’ve never done something like this, and it’s out of your comfort zone. Trust me when I say this Low, you will be fine. Think of it as a once in a lifetime opportunity. You could very well meet Mr. Right.”

Jenna’s words made Harlow relax back into the seat. She looked out the window as buildings and trees zipped passed her. Harlow’s mind began to wonder and she tried to push all worries aside. She would miss her best friends, no doubt, but maybe this would be good for her. It wasn’t that she refused to socialize, it’s just that she loved her two friends and it was hard for her to make new friends. She was always the quiet and shy one, never really opening up as it seemed hard for her to do so. Because of that, she was worried that whoever she was vying for love, would not want her or eliminate her first.

Harlow had a hard childhood growing up. Her parents were always fighting, to the point where it turned violent. Many nights were spent crying and hiding while her parents fought; her father sometimes hitting and slapping her mother. For years that went on, until her mother finally got the courage to leave her father. Once her mother made a life for the two of them, her mother ended up getting mixed up with the wrong crowd. ��By the time Harlow turned 20, both of her parents were dead. Her mother from an accidental drug overdose, and her father from suicide.

“We’re here,” Blair’s voice brought Harlow back to the present; her heartbeat racing in her chest as she realized they were now at the airport.

“I think I see where you are supposed to go,” Jenna remarked with a giddy smile, clapping her hands together as Harlow and Blair both shook their heads at her. Harlow looked out the window and sure enough, there was a man in a black suit holding a sign that said her name on it.

The three of them piled out of the car and each grabbed onto the luggage, hauling it over to the man holding the sign.

“Umm, hi, I’m Harlow,” she voiced quietly, giving the man a slight smile.

He smiled back at her, nodding his head. “Are these your bags?” he asked. Harlow nodded her head, pointing to the numerous bags her and her friends were lugging. The man quickly began to grab the bags and put them into a black SUV as the three girls said their goodbyes.

“I’m going to miss you guys so much,” Harlow spoke, chin quivering.

“Oh don’t cry sweetie. We’ll see you soon enough,” Blair chuckled while giving Harlow a big hug, kissing her head. Even though Blair seemed intimidating to look at, she had the biggest heart.

“And I think I read somewhere that you can still contact people, you just can’t spill any details,” Jenna chimed in as she squeezed her arms around Harlow. “Just be yourself Low, whoever it is will end up falling in love with you, I know it.”

Once the women said their final goodbyes, Harlow hopped in the backseat of the SUV. “I’m Jeramiah by the way. It will be about a two hour drive to our destination.”

Jeramiah seemed nice enough; the two of them making small chit chat to their destination. As Harlow noticed they crossed the border into New York, yet again her nerves were starting to get the best of her.

As they continued their journey, all Harlow could see was trees and forests. A smile graced her lips as she felt most content within nature. It was her favorite aspect to paint and draw; forests, trees, moss and animals. She used to love sitting in the large tree in her front house as a child, talking to squirrels and chipmunks. They were also her best sellers when she painted them. There was such a calming aspect to being around nature and Harlow loved it.

“We’re here,” Jeramiah said from the front seat of the vehicle as Harlow’s eyes grew wide at what she saw in front of her.

It was the largest house she had ever seen, surrounded by lush greenery and trees. She smiled, feeling a sense of calmness rush through her body at the sight before her. “Wow,” she gasped as Jeramiah pulled up to the front of the house. The house itself looked brand new as she peered around at her surroundings.

The vehicle stopped and before she knew it, Jeramiah was at her door opening it. She gave him a large grin as she stepped out of the SUV. “I’ll grab your bags if you want to head on it,” he said while giving her a nod towards the front door.

Taking a one last deep breath, she pushed open the door and into the enormous house. All she heard was talking and giggles as she made her way through what looked like the living room. She followed the voices and ended up finding about 11 other women standing around the kitchen island, drinking champagne.

Before she could even introduce herself, another man in a black suit cleared his throat, getting their attention.

“Now that you are all here, would you please follow me into the living room,” he said, his arm extended towards the way Harlow had just come from. A few of the women noticed her and gave her smiles as they all made their way into the other room. “My name is Happy Hogan and before we continue anything, I will need you all to sign these.”

He began to hand out paper and pens to all the women in the room. Once Harlow got hers, she began to read it over, realizing it was a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Some of the women began to talk quietly among themselves but Harlow just sat down on one of the large couches and read through it. It was pretty basic, detailing that they weren’t to speak about what was going on about anything within the house to the media or to friends. But if the person won, then she and the man she was vying for love with agreed, they could then talk about it with family and friends; but to still keep it completely out of any and all media.

Harlow deemed it reasonable and she signed her name at the bottom of the page, handing it back to the man named Happy. Once he had all 12 copies in his hand, he nodded his head and made his way up the grand staircase.

Harlow looked around the room, taking in the beautiful decorations before she heard gasps from the other women. Turning her head, she saw non other than Tony Stark himself walking into the living room.

“Good evening ladies, I hope you had a safe drive or flight here,” he said taking in the room with expanded arms. “No I’m not the one you will be vying your affection for, sorry to break your hearts right there. But trust me, you will meet them soon.” ‘Them’ Harlow thought to herself in confusion. “Now, if you will all follow me, I will show you to your rooms and once that is said and done, I will go over all the details of this little idea I had concocted up.”

All twelve women followed Tony up the stairs. At the top, he stopped and turned to face them all. “There are two bedrooms for all of you. Six will be in one room while the other six will be in another. We have already separated out with who will stay in what room. Harlow, Olivia, Charlotte, Elizabeth, Aria and Penelope, you will be in this room over here,” Tony gestured with his hand the direction of the room. “And Destiny, Chloe, Hanna, Aurora, Willow and Alexa will be over here. I’ll let you guys get pick your beds and then in, oh lets say five minutes, we will meet back downstairs.”

The gaggle of laughter couldn’t be ignored as the other group of six women, those who wouldn’t be sharing a room with Harlow, filled the air. It was all high pitched squeals of laughter and giggles that hurt her ear drums.

Harlow gave a sheepish shy smile to her five roommates before making her way into her new room for the time being. To say it was large would be an understatement. There were six beds total, two bunk beds and two single beds; all were twin size. There were many dressers and nightstands lining the walls to make ample space for clothing.

The room was decorated in reds, whites and blues and felt very patriotic. The walls were white while the bedding was all navy blue with red pillowcases. It wasn’t something Harlow would use to decorate her room, but it was nice and simple all the same. Looking around she decided to choose one of the bottom bunk beds, making her feel like a child again. She would be able to possibly put a blanket or sheet over the side and make it her own little capsule of privacy.

“Wow,” came a surprised gasp. Harlow turned to see one of the girls standing in front of an open closet. “This is larger than my entire apartment!” Harlow couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as she made her way over to the space. The girl wasn’t kidding, the closet was monstrously huge. With Harlow’s clothes alone she wouldn’t even be able to take up a tenth of the closet space.

Yet again there was noisy laughter and screeches coming from down the hall. “I don’t know if I can put up with that,” Harlow joked, shaking her head. The girl who was standing in the closet let out a soft laugh.

“I’m Charlotte by the way,” she said, making her way over to Harlow and shaking her head. Charlotte had beautiful auburn hair that went down to the middle of her back; her eyes a pretty green. She also had some freckles lining her nose and rosy cheeks.

“I’m Harlow. It’s nice to meet you,” Harlow replied with a smile. Turning back to look at the rest of her roommates, she couldn’t help but notice how different they were compared to the girls in the other room. Her roommates seemed more quiet and reserved compared to the near constant noise coming from across the hall.

“I guess we should probably head back downstairs huh,” Charlotte remarked. Harlow gave a nod and followed her out the closet and down the stairs.

Harlow took a seat on the couch as Charlotte sat down next to her. Within a few minutes the rest of the women of the house came down to join them. The women from Harlow’s room were quiet while the women from the other room were talking loudly amongst themselves. As Harlow looked over at them, she also could tell they all looked much different from her new roommates. Four out of the six of them looked like they were related to the Kardashian’s with large breasts and butts; all easily noticeable by the tight dresses they were wearing. The other two looked like they came straight from a runway; tall and all legs.

As she looked down at herself, she was now beginning to feel self-conscious a bit. She never had a problem with her body, even though she was average in size. She never felt fat, but now that she was in a room with these women, and the fact that she was wearing skinny jeans, combat style boots and a plain black t-shirt, she was feeling timid and unsure of herself.

Tony Stark came waltzing into the room, rubbing his hands back and forth as he looked around. “Alright ladies first things first. I need you to hand over your cell phones.” There were groans coming from most of the women when Tony said that. “I’m not taking them for good. I’m just going to put software into it so you won’t be able to access any social media whatsoever. It will also disable phone calls and texting to everyone except the person who’s affection you are vying for. I promise you, I won’t see anything personal. We just need to make sure that nobody tries to get around the NDA.”

Just then, Happy came around with a basket as everyone began to place their phones into it. Harlow gave Happy a shy smile as she gently placed her phone into it.

“Next, you might have heard me say the word ‘them’ earlier. That is because, there is not one but TWO men in this house. BUT, you will only be vying for the love of one of them. The ladies you are rooming with will be the ones you are competing against. I will not be ‘hosting’,” Tony put quotation marks during the word,” this little challenge, but I will be popping up every once and awhile to check on things. There will be challenges to score individual dates with your guy, and there will also be group dates too. A day or two after the challenges there will be an elimination. It may be one girl from each side eliminated, or it might just be one girl eliminated. Either way, there will be at least one women leaving during an elimination. Once you are eliminated, you are to pack your bags and then the software will be eliminated from your phone. But don’t forget, you still must adhere to the NDA no matter what. If you didn’t read the small print that had the consequences….well…that’s not really my problem.” Harlow snickered when he said that, because she certainly read the consequences and she will be keeping her mouth shut for sure.

“Down this small hallway there is a doorway and that doorway leads to the media room. There, you will be able to skype your family and friends and talk to them. But remember the NDA. Don’t say anything about what is going on here, including about each other. No names or anything personal about each other. Got it?” The women all nodded their heads. “Alright. Without further ado, let’s bring them out shall we?” Tony smiled widely at the women as they all stood up, waiting on bated breath to see just exactly who the men were going to be. He made his way to the bottom of the stairs before calling out to them. “Gentlemen, your ladies await!”

Harlow placed her gaze on the floor, taking deep breaths as she heard footsteps on the stairs. Her hands were clasped together behind her back as she nervously chewed on her lower lip. She could hear the footsteps getting closer; her heart hammering in her chest.

She glanced up just as the two men rounded the corner into the living room. There were gasps from everyone in the room, including her.

“Ladies I’d like you to meet Captain Steve Rogers, and Sergeant James Barnes.”

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Flower ask: also all of them. you get to suffer with me >:3€

oh darlin’ we’re in it now huh

Alisons: Sexuality?

homogay

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

she/they | all gender will be shot on sight

Amaryllis: Birthday?

sept 23rd

Anemone: Favorite flower?

monkshood

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

stranger things or ghost adventures

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

like? distance? a couple miles probably

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.” William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

wild cherry capri sun

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

ima change that to ‘kiss the last person u thought abt kissing’ bc YES

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

*jenna marbles voice* hell yeah!!

Baneberries: Favorite song?

waiting for the end - linkin park

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

chaos

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

i have too many to list !!! brandi, kasey, you, liz, ivy, nick , just to name a few!!

Begonia: Favorite color?

blue uwu

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

foxes !! and opossums

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

night time babey

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

either a fox or an opossum or a raven, i think

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

i wanted to be a vet !!!

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

theyre ok as long as theyre not screaming and/or mine

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

i don’t liike vomit bc. nastey (trauma i think) and i don’t like old ppl well. i dunno why? they’re just so old and fragile and helpless and sometimes they’re really mean and idk i think it’s like something to do w death or something LMAO idk. also i just hate the idea of becoming old and having to rely on other people ?? hhh

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

i was bullied a lot

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

realistically? probably playing dead by daylight with my girlfriend ADFSGRHYUTR

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

happily taken

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

ireland, scotland, alaska, greece

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

whenever my friends or family tells me they love me but esp when u text me goodmorning or when we say our goodnights sorry im gay haha

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

i have. uuuuhh 6

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

no!!! i want some tho :(

California Poppy: Height?

i think im like. 5′5 or something? give or take an inch ?

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

oh absolutely. my house is haunted as we speak

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

bmth hoodie and pajama pants w foxes all over them. i just woke up lol

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

yeah i always keep one on in the bathroom

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

my sister bc she came home from college yesterday

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

ask me in like. a little over a month from now ;)

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

FONT??? the animal crossing font

Columbine: Are you tired?

oh absolutely

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

thanksgiving, christmas, seeing my gf, magfest

Coneflower: Dream job?

idk if it’s a job but i just wanna own like. a ranch that takes in all sorts of animals and takes care of them

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

introvert

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

ooooh yeah

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

i mean. depends on what they want/need. distance wise? i’d travel the known universe for u

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

he was a plaid teddy bear his name was Stanley!!!! i miss him :( but now i have Little Moon God as my favourite stuffed animal

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libro

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

Working in Yellowstone is something I’ll never forget

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

well. hmm. i was gonna say flying to yellowstone but maybe driving to north carolina by myself bc driving long distances alone to places i haven’t been before gives me hella anxiety (i’m better now)

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

i don’t pay rent in this house to listen to their opinions lmao.

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

you, i think, when we said goodnight last night!!! EDIT: you this morning!!

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

being bad at dead by daylight

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

dead by daylight

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

(little over a month now but uhhh) GOT A UH ......GIRL.....FRIEND ...... GOT TO VISIT GIRLFRIEND ........ and got the windshield finally replaced in my car

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

i dont know! so far ive laid in bed now im at my computer answering this. not too bad. my shift is only 4 hours today.

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

for the most part, i’m pretty content, yeah

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

MOVE OUT

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

my friends, my mom, my sisters, my girlfriend, my bastard dog

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

metal

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

what does this mean. physically, i’m very affectionate, i just. don’t show it alot bc anxiety/i overthink. that and i constantly tell ppl i love them and what they mean to me

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

whoever is reading this

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

wake up next 2 a cute girl. take way too long to get up. go climb mountain w cute girl. vibe on mountain w cute girl. go to waffle house 2gether. gome home and vibe. play video games or watch a movies/tv w cute girl.

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

i like to make art or play bideo jame

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

oh gosh i dunno. the ones i’ve known the longest are kasey and brandi, and i’ve known them both around/over a decade i think. we met in middle/highschool!

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

you, ivy, liz

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

so many

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

idk man but i remember when you said u had a crush on me and then i posted a selfie and u were like ‘OH NO SHE’S CUTE” and like ??? idk i think that was definitely the first compliment to ever shock me LMAO

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

6.9/10

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

my tattoos

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGGViLwHEUk

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

i liked to play zombies ate my neighbors on the sega genesis !!!!

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

eliza !!!! we lost touch a few years after i moved away :(

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

ima be real everything makes me feel guilty

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

aaaaaa the whole abi/moon incident

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

my name is fox. it means i like foxes

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

northern virginia babey !!!! that place fucking sucks!!! but everyone who lives up there thinks they’re hot shit.

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

i had a bunkbed and i think the walls were pink

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

😬 i’m just gonna say i’m much happier now and i’m coping with life and shit a lot better

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

she’s sweet and funny and i love her so much!! she always does the Most for everyone, sometimes to the point where she isn’t concerned abt herself and i see where i get it from. but yeah my mom is great, my dad doesn’t deserve her

Onions: Tell about your dad.

source of a lot of trauma and why i have so many issues regarding men. i don’t wanna talk about him anymore LOL he doesn’t deserve the attention

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

my dad’s mom is becoming senile and i think she’s racist and queerphobic. my mom’s parents disowned her a few years ago so we don’t talk to them anymore

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

i dunno. i don’t try to remember my birthdays. whenever i can go to busch gardens for my birthday i usually have a lot of fun there.

Peony: What was your first job?

if you don’t wanna count working w my mom as a florist, target was my first job back in 2016. i found my name tag the other day , actually

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

WELL, i know you followed me on here first. and then twitter?? but we didn’t really start talking until stranger things 3 came out (thank u stranger things) PHYSICALLY, we didn’t meet until fursonacon (haha. i remember when u texted me that u got to the hotel and i came down to help n i saw u unloading yr car and it was then that my brain was like OH NOOOOOOOO and my heart was like OH YEEEEAAAAAAAH)

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

physical, mental, or emotional? i play a video game or listen to loud music

Pink: Where is home?[

somewhere in appalachia i can feel it in my stupid soul

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

idk man i’m pretty content w where i’m at now so

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

chester bennington

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

i have a waife and we have many great pets and we live in a log cabin in the mountains or in a nice victorian in a small town or something IDK but we’re happy and that’s all that matters

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

God

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

my mom, me best friends, my girlfriend

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

my girlfriend’s laugh because it’s THE cutest shit and then when she giggles??? oh my heart

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

oct 23rd, 2005, we brought Fat Boy Zack home !!!!

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

July 22nd, 2016. i was 2200 miles away

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

to be holding my girlfriend >:(

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

those i hold dear

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

enough, i guess?

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

my girlfriend

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

it’s fucking BORING and TOO EASY and they don’t pay me ENOUGH but i can get away with so much shit there so ima still go, ima still go

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

all of the flannels currently in my possession

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

mountains, woods, forests, cabins, autumn, cryptic, occult, victorian, edwardian

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

if someone gets me a gift i’m legally required to execute them

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

this 40hr workweek i got coming up

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

i have not read in So Long

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Moved out away from here lol, we’ll see

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

i’m a furry

that was SO LONG im sorry i also put you through that but THANK YOU ENJOY READING ILU

#littlecation #ask #long post

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gothamstreetcat · 6 years ago

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I have always loved Jenna Marbles. Especially her old videos (which I know are not for everyone) because almost two years ago when I was entering the world of being an adult I was very scared and very sad. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life and I wasn’t being prepared to live outside of staying in school and going to college. I really just wanted to give up entirely. However, my friend at the time who I believe didn’t really know how best to help me showed me Jenna’s channel. The first video I ever saw was “I Hate Being A Grownup.” It made me laugh so hard to the point that I remember not being so sad. Which, for me, who is sad a lot, I focus on the moments in immediate laughter. A pause of seconds where I do believe I am in fact happy.

I never thought Jenna was immature at all from watching her videos. I always just felt she was being herself and making funny content with dramatic gimmicks and a funny voice. Jenna to me was someone I could relate to and it felt good to watch someone else and not feel like I wasn’t good enough. Not to mention I still think a lot of her old videos are still relevant and relatable today. Jenna also taught me a lot with her rants because I didn’t know you had to dress a certain way when going to the airport. I don’t fly often and I try to avoid it, but as someone who was in desperate fear of inconveniencing others, it was nice to get tips on “how to avoid.” I also learned that sometimes you have to pick through a lot of trash and bad friends in your life before you find something or someone that is a diamond. Bad friendship is something I have constantly and still continued to struggle with, but Jenna taught me that if I just keep looking I will eventually find it.

I see posts here and there about her old videos and how she may have said or done the wrong thing a time or two, but just remember that we all make mistakes. Not everyone has their mistakes aired out on the internet but that does not mean they aren’t real. Or that the person is any better than Jenna herself. What counts is how we grow from our mistakes, how we learn from them, and the knowledge that “it isn’t how you start but how you finish.”

What’s important is that Jenna has grown so much and now spends a lot of her time doing what she wants. What makes her happy. She is such a role model to me and I believe that if we all attempted to do a little bit of what makes us happy then we could achieve happiness. I waited a long time to make this post but I wanted to do it because Jenna pulled me from a dark place and I know she’s done the same for others as well.

#jenna marbles #dink fam #personal

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queenofbaws · 6 years ago

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for jenna marbles lines, "can't you see that I'm fucking leisuring" for hawke and varric because that line has POWERFUL hawke energy. (and i hope your week gets better!!!!!)

((Aww, ty so much!!! For both the kind words AND for helping keep my dash full of that good, good Hawke/Varric content ;P GOD I love these two. AW HELL YEAH Jenna Marbles Prompts - Send me one and I’ll drabble something!))

When you lived in Kirkwall, you saw some shit. That was just sort of par for the course. Any Marcher worth their salt knew that - and sure, maybe you had to deal with the occasional Qunari invasion, religious zealotry, the looming threat of fratricide spurred on by mysterious lyrium idols, cutthroat packs of thugs roaming the streets at night, shards of broken glass slicing through your boots if you didn’t watch your step in Lowtown, giant spiders attacking from above, the general smell of mold and sadness wafting up from Darktown on warm days, necromantic serial murderers, and of course there were the occasional bloodthirsty abominations, but really the water was lovely at sunup and sundown, and the...

Well, the water really was lovely when the light bounced off of it. Very picturesque. Gorgeous, even.

The point was, Varric had seen some shit over the course of his life. Hell, he’d caused his own fair share. He’d walked into some capital-b Bad situations in his time, and not one - not a single one - had inspired quite as much concern as this.

It had taken him a good moment or two to fully process why crossing the threshold into the manor had inspired such a deep, resounding sense of unease, but then it occurred to him in terrible, horrible clarity.

The Hawke Estate was quiet.

Repeat: The Hawke Estate. Was. Quiet.

That could mean a great many things. Very few of them good.

As he entered the foyer, he was greeted by a cozy, crackling fire in the grate, furthering his worry. Someone was here. He lost a fight against a grimace, scanning the open area for any other signs of life. “Hawke?” he called. “I know you’re in here - a very broody little elf told me so.”

There was a pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, and then Hawke’s voice rang out from...somewhere, bright and chipper and strained just enough that he could tell she was yelling to be heard. “Up here!”

He rolled his eyes, not without affection. “‘Up here’ where? You seem to forget, Champion, some of us are but simple, lowly peasants who live in taverns instead of mansions.”

“Just follow the sound of my voice!”

“Hawke.”

“Followwwww the sooooound of my vooooooice!”

Why had he been worried, again?

When he (eventually) found her, it was in the second floor sitting room. Had he been the one writing the scene, it might’ve gone a little something like: There, in all her resplendent glory, the Champion of Kirkwall lounged amid her many trophies, taking dignified sips of a fine Antivan from what was very well the most ornate crystal chalice in all of Thedas. In reality, Hawke was lying face-up on the rug in that horrible burgundy robe of hers, hands tucked underneath her head like a makeshift pillow. Her eyes were closed, but she cracked one when she felt his footsteps approaching, lips curling into smirk that spoke volumes about how pleased in herself she was.

“You have any idea how unnerving it is to walk in here and not hear anything?” Varric asked, pausing just long enough to examine the mug on the floor by her head. At least he’d been right on one account: It did appear to be an Antivan, by all accounts. Red, of course. “No yelling, no barking, no enchanting...”

Hawke’s grin only seemed to grow at that, and she let out a contented little sigh. “Bodahn and Sandal are at the market, Aveline wanted to take Dog down to the barracks, so...just me all by my lonesome.” She made no effort to hide the relief in her voice.

“I can see that.” He folded his arms across his chest, looking from one end of the room to the other, shuddering as he always did when laying his eyes on the awful statues Hawke inexplicably kept standing watch. The griffin, in particular, was horrendous. Always looked like it was screaming. “I know I’ll regret asking, but what are you doing down there?”

“Leisure.”

Varric nodded as though it made any modicum of sense. “Leisure, huh? Well, not to be that guy, Hawke, but you know most people’s idea of leisure is a good walk. Or a swim. Or...hell, I don’t know, what is it Rivaini does all day?”

At that, Hawke hoisted her mug upwards, sloshing a few drops onto her robe. “Oh, I got the drinking part down, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. I - oh shit I’m an awful hostess. There’s more on the table if you want. Be warned, you will have to procure your own drinking receptacle.”

“How gracious of you.” He reached for the bottle (barely a quarter of it left), and found himself stopping short again. “Hawke.”

“Mmmyes.”

“Please tell me that what I’m seeing on that table wasn’t a full wheel of cheese this morning.”

“All right. I won’t tell you that.” Hawke laughed before opening her eyes fully, “Now, to what do I owe the unexpected pleasure? Maker knows it’s simply unheard of. It’s not as though everyone and their grandmother is constantly bursting into my home at all hours, after all. I expect this must be truly important.”

Hmm...it seemed he had been a little too self-confident in his assessment of her choice in alcohol. Antivan red, yes. ‘Fine?’ Absolutely not. It didn’t stop him from taking a drink - and then a second - straight from the bottle. “We got a job, as it turns out. How about you go put on some pants, and we’ll--”

“No.”

“Hawke.”

“Absolutely not. Not today. I’m leisuring today. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t accosted by a raving Orlesian this morning.” He took another drink before pitching his voice upwards into a ridiculous falsetto, putting on the dreadful affectation he used whenever mimicking an Orlesian. “Oooh eet ees so ‘orrible! Ze mine! My business ees roo-eened!”

There was a faint rustling from the rug as Hawke made herself more comfortable. “That’s actually a halfway decent impression of him. Do the Knight Commander next.”

“He says all the miners are dead, Hawke.”

“Oh, all of them? They’re all dead?”

“According to him.”

She frowned up at him, pooching her lower lip out into a pout. “That’s horrible!” The sadness was dropped as she picked her mug back up, trying to figure out how to best take a drink while still lying down. She seemed to be struggling. Varric did not offer to help. “If they’re all dead today, then they’ll all still be dead tomorrow.”

“Hawke!” Still, he was laughing - and it was threatening to turn raucous, at that.

After another few moments of fumbling with the mug, she groaned, sitting up so she could take a proper drink. “Can’t you see that I’m fucking leisuring, Varric? Robe. Wine. Cheese plate. Empty house.” She jabbed a finger at each item as she listed them, punctuating ‘empty house’ with a curt loop-de-loop in the air.

“There’s good coin in it...” he said, dragging the words out temptingly. It was mostly for show, if he was being entirely honest. Maker knew he didn’t want to deal with Hubert or that blighted mine today. And call him soft, but he knew better than anyone else how very, very, very few quiet moments Hawke was able to have, those days. As it turned out, being the Champion of Kirkwall meant you actually had to champion Kirkwall. And the city had seen better days.

Hawke set her mug back down with a hollow thunk. She laid herself back down on the rug, making deliberate, pointed eye contact with him the entire time. If it had been meant to be intimidating, it had missed its mark; she hit her head against the floor just a bit too quickly, letting out an embarrassing little sound in surprise. “Shit.”

“Graceful.”

“Watch it.” She closed her eyes again, reaching over and patting the spot on the rug next to her. “Hubert can wait. He always does. Come leisure with me. If we’re lucky, we probably have the better part of an hour before anyone comes back.”

Varric drummed his fingers against the bottle as he considered the offer. “An hour, huh?”

Pretending to sigh, Hawke threw her hands up in the air. “Fine! You’re welcome to stay for supper, if you’d like. Just don’t ever say I haven’t done anything for you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” And then, partially because it sounded like a fairly decent way to pass some time, partially because peaceful moments between him and Hawke (and them alone) were growing few and far between, he did in fact hunker down on the rug next to her, grunting slightly as he rearranged his armor. “You got another one of those robes somewhere?”

“Probably,” she yawned, “But you’d have to go looking for it. I’m--”

“Leisuring. Uh huh. Picked up on that, believe it or not.” He closed his eyes as well, folding his hands atop his stomach after finding a halfway comfortable position.

For a while, the Hawke Estate was quiet again - something that would’ve been deeply concerning for anyone who happened to stumble upon it. No yelling, no swearing, no enchantment. It almost seemed as though one (or both) of them were dozing, when Hawke’s voice broke the silence. “You know,” she said slowly, words thick with relaxation, “I’m fairly certain I locked the door once everyone left.”

“You did,” Varric reassured her, stifling a yawn.

“Mhm. Which means...”

“I picked the lock,” he said, without the faintest shred of shame. “You weren’t answering. Took matters into my own hands.”

Hawke snorted a quiet laugh, rolling onto her side and scooting just close enough to tuck herself against his side. “Showoff.”

#my fanfiction #dragon age #da2 #hawke #varric #i have literally never ever in my life ever written for dragon age so lord help me i hope this is DECENT #FUCK me why wont the read more work #queenie writes dragon age

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sabotajuu-a · 6 years ago

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“The darkness will swallow you whole.”

jenna marbles prompt | accepting.

TREMBLING LEGS COULD NO LONGER CARRY HIM ; LUNGS BURNED WITH THE CHILLING RUSH OF OXYGEN , CHEST HEAVING ! —– He’d become acquainted with the ground when legs gave out, dirt cold as yellow blossoms tickled exposed skin. Running, nor walking, was no longer an option. ‘ YOU FAILED THEM, JAKE. YOU’RE GOING TO LET THEM DOWN AGAIN. ’ Thoughts frenzy like angered bees in his head, self-blame taking over clear conscience. The shattering of glass, the audible CRUNCH as she draws closer. After him, following his blood trail. Through the tall flowers and growing grass, he rolls over onto his back and braces for the worst, hand clamped tightly over bleeding laceration.

And she blinks into view, sporadic and haunting, tickling the peripherals of darkening vision before vanishing as quick as she had appeared. He is too EXHAUSTED to care now, craving those moments of peace and freedom. Craving Death’s gentle gaze to carry him into quiet darkness, to continue their dance from where he’d left off before dragged away again. DARKNESS… it’d become a second home, his truest friend. Comforting and honest, never hiding and ever present. Dark eyes don’t bother attempting to follow her stalking. ( Was she playing with him? Hoping he’d get up and run again to continue the chase? ) Fuck that.

“ Just get it over with, ” he spat, tone drenched with annoyance and, perhaps, a hint of desperation. SOLITARY SURVIVALIST giving in to the game they played, giving her the victory when he’d so stubbornly carry on previous times. In truth, there was no reason to make the effort. Other survivors would likely leave him behind, just as he’d done to them countless times before. Or they would make the foolish decision to HELP, to seek him out. Nobody liked being the bait, dangling on a fishing line for nosy animals to hunt after.

But, for the first time, she speaks. Voice echoing through the plains of the living and the dead, wavering eerily in the air and racking his eardrums. She is not screaming, rather, keeping it between them. ( THEIR LITTLE SECRET ). Eyes go wide, breath stills completely, clogs in throat and forces his silence. Did she know something he didn’t? Or was this a warning to be hearkened, a moment of PROPHECY to foretell the Entity’s plans?

Jake always was meant to be the PRODIGAL SON.

The grass crunches, footfalls retreating, but Jake doesn’t look back. Whether she’d gone or not, he doesn’t care. A second chance to right his wrongs, to make a change. ( To not be LIKE HER in this forsaken realm ). Heartstrings pull, ache and bleed, he gathers himself to stand, legs carrying him in a direction, hoping to find the others. Or, maybe, he was a fool for seeing any hint of humanity pushing to the surface.

‘ THANK YOU . ’ Another thought, but hope she accepts and understands his gratitude settles anyway. Giving up was too easy. LIVING was harder, and he should never give up that fight.

#furyinherited #i hope this is okay i just #love rin so much and would die for her #she's my main killer ;u;#「IN CHARACTER」ᵃ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᶜᵘʳˢᵉ ; ᵃ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ˡᵉᵗʰᵃˡᶤᵗʸ #「inquiry」ʰᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᶤᵐᵃᵍᶤᶰᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ

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luckyfaeth · 6 years ago

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CHLOE AS JENNA MARBLES IM DEAD omg do you have any hcs for the videos she makes and how she ropes aubs into them

i want u to know that chloe is my baby in this au ok shes a disaster and i love her

chloe is literally just such a mess and so crazy and i love her

lots of fucking. hot mess crafts

she has a whole series that’s up to like….15 videos of her attempts at cooking while drunk

“hi babes this week im back in the kitchen and i have already had two glasses of wine so lets freakin’ light this stove!”

“chloe chLOE BE CAREFUL”

chloe’s dog daisy (lovingly played by billie snow thank u) is a Fan Favorite and she’s just so patient with chloe like sewing her sweaters

chloe always always refers to aubrey and daisy as “my family” and its the cutest fucking thing

some of chloe’s videos include:

“my dog picks my girlfriend’s makeup”

“making matching sweaters for my girlfriend and my dog!”

“making hats for my family out of hot glue”

“seeing which perfume my dog likes best *NOT CLICKBAIT*”

“we test which trampolines are the best”

“my dog helps me make drinks”

emily and chloe are friends so emily also shows up fairly frequently and does stupid challenges with chloe

chloe also sometimes will do covers with emily in return

aubrey is…so patient but also so done

she did not know what she signed up for when she agreed to help chloe film

aubrey also just really doesnt Understand this whole youtuber thing but she loves her girlfriend so she’s like alright whatever babe

at first she tried to be chloe’s impulse control for her dumb ideas but it’s gotten so aubrey is just like “okay babe ill get you more glitter for this dog hat”

aubrey always looks either just so in love with her goofy girlfriend or 1000% done with her and there’s no in between

chloe’s favorite part of editing is zooming in on aubrey’s face dramatically whenever she just looks exhausted with chloe’s shenanigans

chloe basically made aubrey a meme and it makes her laugh a lot

chloe’s fan base is split between people who think Chloe deserves someone more fun and the other half thinks Chloe has the most devoted GF in the world for putting up with it all

some of chloe’s fan base ships chloe and emily and chloe every time is like “HEY. aubrey is my WIFE.”

“we’re not married, chloe.”

“not YET!!”

chloe is just the epitome of “*john mulaney voice* THATS MY WIFE” about aubrey

aubrey every week is like: im never doing another video with you again

aubrey inevitably the next week, helping chloe make a homemade bra: youre lucky i love you

chloe uploading a video titled “do blondes have more fun?” where aubrey dyes her hair blonde and everyone FREAKS OUT because chloe’s hair is her BRAND

chloe probably also cries bc she loves her ginger hair i mean her channel is GINGER BEALE and this was an idea she had while drunk and just went through with it

chloe, in the middle of dying her hair while also crying: aubrey i regret this already what have i DONE!! why didn’t you stop me

aubrey: *looks into the camera like shes on the office*

chloe ends up liking it okay but she’s also like “never again. aubrey go get more dye” “no we’re going to wait for it to grow out so you dont wreck your hair” “AUBREY!!”

the next video is titled “blondes do not have more fun.” and is a dramatic montage of chloe’s red hair with i will remember you playing over it

#youtuber au #chaubrey #headcanons #youtuber chloe #anyway i love them so much #anon #ask

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catsbrak · 7 years ago

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eddie has many laughs. the small giggle, the loud laugh, and the scream laugh. but only richie can make eddie laugh so hard that he's actually screaming (think of jenna marbles lol)

now this…. this is beautiful (and canon) i also have some more hcs on the way that overlap a few of these points!

• eddie tries hard sometimes not to laugh at richie’s jokes, lest it encourage him to make the REALLY bad ones• but occasionally, when richie does a certain voice or joke, he can’t help it• richie first noticed he could make eddie laugh when they met in third grade

• eddie was crying after recess, covered in mud because he’d accidentally slipped into it retrieving a ball• the teacher was on the phone with his mother, and richie felt bad watching him cry• now they’d technically met previously, through their friendships with stan and bill• but they were a little indifferent of one another (eddie stuck to bill like glue, and stan and richie were already best friends too)• still, the other was upset, and if there was one thing richie liked to do it was make people smile/laugh• richie began to make silly faces at eddie to make him feel better, and when finally their gazes met, he received the weirdest look imaginable• eddie was confused because ‘is he making fun of me now?? wth is his problem’• richie flashed him a smile and eddie just looked away in irritation and embarrassment• his smile fell• he looked around with a sigh, before he spotted the tape on the teachers desk• he flew to grab it, using the tape on his face• after a moment eddie peeked back over at him curiously, and richie wiggled his fingers at him, nose pushed up and held with tape• eddie stared at him, baffled, before a smile spread on his mud smeared face, and he giggled so hard he snorted• it was so cute richie’s hand went to his heart• the teacher shushed eddie between her conversation with his mother, and his own hand flew to his mouth• by the time he looked back at richie the boy was wrapping the tape all the way around his head and he practically shrieked with laughter - forgetting all about the mud he was covered in and the teacher on the phone beside him• they’d been the BEST of friends ever since• laughter was somewhat of a staple in their relationship• at first richie thought maybe he was just fascinated because stan and bill didn’t really humor his jokes, and eddie did• but he learned very quickly that he just LOVED eddie’s laughs, every kind• he tried to get them any way he could• he discovered early on that the 'mom’ jokes usually had a bad reception• (even tho the comebacks eddie had for these were hilarious)• and also once he was sure eddie bit his lip to hold back a laugh… but he wanted more• he tried everything:• pinching his cheek didn’t work• calling him cute got a giggle when they were kids, but only made eddie red in the face when they got older• scooping him up and spinning him around worked the first few times, but it got a more embarrassed reaction now (though he didn’t ever stop)• richie got creative with his jokes, using comic book references he knew eddie would enjoy, or funny voices that occasionally got that big laugh he was looking for• and every time he heard any laugh from eddie, ESPECIALLY when he screamed with laughter, richie swore he was falling for him even harder• (unless it was some other guy making him laugh, then he was maybe a little jealous)• (“who was that? his jokes aren’t even funny”)• it was at some point growing up alongside eddie that he realised there was something even better• there were moments when eddie glanced over at him, a smirk on his face and a witty comeback leaving his lips, and that’s when it was richie who would burst into laughter• and the way the other lit up watching him, richie realised that to eddie, this was just as important• because he was making the funniest person in his life, who also happened to be his favourite and most loved person, laugh like that

#ask #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie hcs

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hellyeahrpmemes · 7 years ago

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※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. VIII ※

here’s sentences from 10 more of jenna’s videos! feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! more jenna sentences

OPEN LETTERS

“So I had a bunch of thoughts floating around in my head and I didn’t know what to do with them, so I decided to make them all open letters.”

“Dear open letters: lighten up, man. Take it easy.”

“This is really difficult because I have my contacts in and my glasses on.”

“Why is your dog screaming? Like, literally screaming.”

“I’ve met more new people in the last week of my life than I have in the past year. I don’t know if that’s the saddest thing ever or the most awesome thing ever.”

“Good try, but it needs a little work.”

“What’s your favorite vegetable? Eggplant, said no one.”

“We know you know. You know we know.”

“Stop keeping all the cool stuff for yourselves. It’s selfish.”

“0/10 design, I am very angry.”

“Who thought of this? This is a terrible idea.”

“Dear avocados: you can still fuck yourselves, you’re getting worse.”

“Are you sure you’re supposed to be here? Because something doesn’t seem right.”

“I feel better now.”

“Dear bees: if you’re so endangered, why are there always at least 100 of you in my backyard at any given moment just waiting to give your life and hurt me?”

“You’re a do-nothing. Do you wanna be a do-nothing? Cause right now, you’re a do-nothing.”

“I sprayed hairspray directly into my ear the other day, and it was a horrible experience. I don’t wanna relive it ever again.”

“I like, really, really wanna be your friend.”

“Not everything in life requires crying.”

“We get it, you’re on an emotional roller coaster called life, but aren’t we all?”

“Can you please shut the fuck up?”

FULL FACE USING ONLY HIGHLIGHTERS CHALLENGE

“Yes, finally, a makeup challenge that I can do.”

“I’m ready, I wanna do it, I’m so excited.”

“It feels like I dipped my face in a bowl of nacho cheese.”

“I look like the tin man, but we’re gonna fix it.”

“It’s starting to smell a little like paint thinner, but I think it’s worth it.”

“I want you to be able to see my face in the dark.”

“This is the look I’m going for.”

“I’m gonna use this mascara in the color ‘my parents are disappointed in me’.”

“I wanna be seen from space.”

“I mean, now I’m ready.”

“Get on my level, all other makeup artists.”

“This video has been the highlight of my life.”

BAD HABITS

“I need some tape to tape my eyes open.”

“I’m not secretly addicted to crack cocaine.”

“It’s more of a nervous thing.”

“I’m kinda lazy, so that’s kind hard to do.”

“I can’t help it, cause it makes me feel better.”

“Hey, you wanna stay up for another 3 hours?”

“Better go ahead and watch the entire season right now.”

“Is it rude? Yes. Is it terrible? Yes.”

“I feel like it makes every argument a little less serious.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, it’s really not a big deal.”

“I’m helping us in the long-term.”

“Who the fuck invented contacts? Incredible invention.”

“I’m doing what they would want me to. I’m living my best life.”

“I don’t really like to throw things out, because things are so good, why would I throw this out?”

“That is not an appropriate thing to do with your belongings.”

“A little bit of chaos is good for your kitchen or your house, not a lot though.”

“I’m borderline too much.”

“I somehow refuse to charge anything ever.”

“I’m the most annoying person.”

“I have a really bad habit about being very nitpicky about not even the things that matter in life.”

“That fuckin’ pillow needs to go there.”

“Don’t fucking touch that, or I will kill you.”

“I’m very sorry. I’m working on it.”

“He knows that he owns my soul.”

“This is the reality that I’ve created for myself.”

“I get locked out all the time.”

“That’s not a habit, it’s just a thing.”

“What am I supposed to do about that?”

“Have you seen this dog yet? I found it.”

“That is the spice of life, am I right?”

“I feel vulnerable. I always do. You know that.”

REVIEWING BAD APPS 2

“It’s just fuckin’ funny, man, okay?”

“Whose life is this?”

“Here we motherfuckin’ go.”

“This app can’t be good for anyone.”

“This is not legal. There’s no way they can do this.”

“This is disgusting, you know that?”

“I give that a get out of my ear/10.”

“I’ve never been happier to play rock paper scissors with a stranger.”

“Blink if you’re being held captive.”

“We were playing rock paper scissors and now we’re buying a bikini.”

“This got so fucking creepy!”

“This is a work environment…!”

“What the fuck is this job you got, girl, you’re better than that!”

“This is what happens if you do drugs once.”

“10/10 idea for a tattoo.”

“This is criminal.”

“I think that’s sexy Christmas, and worth a dollar.”

“That is a demon.”

“That was weird and sad.”

“That was so aggravating!”

“Can he see us?”

“That is the most legendary app of all time.”

“Don’t touch my hat, what is wrong with you?”

MY BOYFRIEND TEACHES ME JIU JITSU

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“This doesn’t sound like the sport for me.”

“This doesn’t sound like a sport at all.”

“You can strangle someone to death.”

“Am I allowed to lick? Spit? Blow on you? Scream loudly? Sing a song?”

“It’s basically the same rules as Kindergarten; don’t be a complete asshole and spit on people.”

“Sounds like a disrespectful sport, that’s what it sounds like.”

“Is there gonna be snacks?”

“Please don’t break my arm.”

“No, you can’t sing that.”

“One, two, three, goodbye.”

“It felt wrong.”

“That’s really not allowed.”

“Don’t do that with your tongue.”

“Can’t you just kill them with your kindness?”

“Oh my fuck, you’re heavy.”

“My leg hurts, is that normal?”

“I don’t want to choke you, I love you.”

“It doesn’t look very threatening when I do it.”

“Don’t you want to choke me right now?

“I love you, but don’t do that.”

“Ow, for fuck’s sake!”

“Whose hand is that?”

“What do you call this? Is it called ‘sleepover’?”

“Why would anyone want to do this?”

“Don’t do it, I tried it, it’s a bad idea.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“I feel like I didn’t even get a workout, I just got wet.”

ROAST YOURSELF CHALLENGE

“You know, I don’t eat beef, but, if I did, I would like it roasted.”

“You were cool in 2012, the end.”

“You’re actual trash.”

“You got a Masters Degree and don’t use it.”

“Not cool, man. Clarinets are easy to misplace.”

“The fuck was that, a Lion King reference?”

“Can’t even trust you to not make it weird for even one second.”

“I’m not making it weird, you’re making weird.”

“Ya nasty. Get a manicure.”

“You should grow up and get a job.”

“You have a radio show because your face is better for radio.”

“Where is your top lip?”

“I watched you bite your own toenail the other day.”

“Your hair is stupid!”

ASMR MUKBANG UNBOXING GAMING TUTORIAL

“Can someone fucking help you?”

“I hear that they have billions of dollars and lots of Mexican food.”

“I would prefer neater handwriting, but this slop-fest will have to do for now.”

“They only fill the chips up to about here.”

“These have been sitting out for a little while, so they’re kind of stale.”

“It tastes a little like the long line I waited in to get this.”

“Did you do anything fun today at school?”

“I got it at Target.”

“It smells good, but it’s a lot, you know?”

“There’s a tag that says something about getting arrested if you take it off.”

“Am I going to jail now?”

“I’ve been to that bitch’s house, and I can’t get Kylie lip kit.”

“I hope this was everything you wanted ever.”

REACTING TO MY OLD VIDEOS (300TH VIDEO)

“It’s hard to watch yourself, and it’s cringey, especially if it’s old.”

“Oh, man, this is brutal.”

“A very nice young girl with a very large chip on her shoulder.”

“I’m still incredibly embarrassed and ashamed.”

“Look at this tan, though… look at this tan.”

“There was a fire at my job, and, like a good employee, I put the fire out with a fire extinguisher.”

“I was working at a tanning salon, and I was like, this is a good look.”

“I am past this phase, thankfully.”

“It looks like it feels like Doritos because it did feel like Doritos.”

“I’ve come a long way.”

“Those things are demonic-looking.”

“The voice is very jarring.”

“It’s a lot. If you could just dial it back, like, a bunch of notches, that’d be really great.”

“I mean, I can’t say that I blame you.”

“I can’t even fully understand what I’m saying.”

“He filmed the whole thing on my laptop.”

“I’ve been the same since day one, so…”

“The worst quality, the worst audio, just terrible. Terrible all around.”

“She seems like a nice girl.”

“Jenna, I feel like you’re throwing your life away.”

“I think my entire life will be a cycle of me looking back at everything I’ve ever done and being like, ‘this is horrible. I hate it’.”

“I hate you for this.”

“This is the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It genuinely pissed people off.”

“People were so mad at me.”

“It felt like people hated me personally.”

“Everyone’s just thinking that I’m some alcoholic.”

“I certainly feel that I’ve changed a lot as a person.”

“I’ve said lots of things that I probably shouldn’t have said.”

“It means everything to me. I just really appreciate it more than I could ever possibly tell you.”

“I changed my life.”

“Thank you so, so, so, so much for being kind to me, and caring, and giving me a chance to learn from my mistakes.”

“This is the most fun, most cool, most amazing thing that I could ever ask for.”

THOUGHTS FROM A BATHTUB 2

“Petition to make formal bath time a thing.”

“You can’t fit a square peg in a round hole, but you can light everything on fire.”

“They already make hot sauce, but why don’t they make cold sauce for food that’s too spicy?”

“I think it should be socially acceptable to sprint anywhere you want to. It’s faster, and I’m in a hurry.”

“One time, I wished upon a cloud.”

“The word tabletop is redundant.”

“Don’t hate the player, hate the coach.”

I think alarm systems would be more effective if, instead of alarm noises, they just shouted out the entire Gettysburg Address.”

“One time, your parents had sex with each other.”

“I think a really dirty, lazy person invented Febreeze.”

“I will now perform the opening song “Bonjour” from “Beauty and the Beast”.”

“I feel vulnerable right now. I feel very vulnerable and out there.”

JENNA’S RATCHET FASHION BOUTIQUE: DOG COSTUMES

“I was genuinely baffled by it.”

“I am a mere mortal, not a crafting god.”

“I feel like this is the fairest way to do this, to please everyone.”

“This could get very dicey, but let’s do it, I’m ready.”

“Now you’re filled in, congratulations, you’re welcome.”

“This is really, really bad.”

“I don’t really know what my plan is.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before.”

“I hope I don’t regret this.”

“Why wait for Halloween to make your dreams come true?”

“Much to your, and my, surprise, this actually works.”

“Is it overkill? Yeah.”

“See something cool? Make a mediocre version of it.”

“Please work, please work.”

“I don’t have any other ideas, there is no Plan B, this has to work.”

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