#just how much being back on our bs has been such a ray of sunshine and brought me so much joy and comfort

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💋this one is a fuck coworkers, my first one ever!

My coworker has been pissing me tf off lately bc anything I say, no matter how normal or neutral, she’ll turn around and respond with “you’re so negative!!” Like I admit, I am prone to negativity, which is why I come on here to rant and get it out, but to scold me liek a child for doing something you also do yourself, all the time, is beyond fucking ridiculous.

Some context: my coworkers lost the keys the other day when I was off work (willing to bet it was actually this girl in particular bc she’s lost them before, the leaders just never found out), and because of that, fhe leaders are now making us keep the keys and security magnet on our person rather than keeping them in our cabinet in the store. This is incredibly frustrating bc of that stupid magnet, it sticks to EVERYTHING. The keys that are attached to that magnet are used to open metal drawers, so it’s a giant pain in the ass to do our pulls when you’re having to pry the industrial grade magnet off of the drawer every. Fucking. Time. Our checkout counter is also made of metal, and if you stand too close to it, the magnet sticks, and it’s so strong that if you try just stepping away, it will actually pull that cabinet open. When the leader who made this decision was talking to me, I explained to him how frustrating this was going to be. He mentioned that me and the other girl I talked about above are the only ones who complained about it. So clearly I’m not the only “negative Nancy” here.

Cut to a few days later, I’m standing at the counter with this coworker. A lady walks in past us, I greet her, she ignores me/doesn’t hear me. I just say “oh well, she ain’t hear,” and go back to my stuff at the counter. Then my keys stick to the cabinet again and I’m like “damn it.” Neither of these things did I say angry or annoyed. Literally just talking like normal. But after I got my keys unstuck, my coworker was like “you’re just so much! Can you just chill? You’re ruining the vibe etc etc” and I’m just over here like where the hell is this coming from, it’s not even that deep lol??? And like I said earlier, as far as hating our jobs goes, she’s the only other person that can compete with me, so don’t bitch at me for “being negative” when you’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself.

She’s also just kind of shit in general. Doesn’t get much done, doesn’t try. Which is fine you do you fuck capitalism, but again don’t tell me all I do is sit here and mope when I’m busting my ass getting shit done. At least I can complain AND perform well, meanwhile you only do the former. Like when she first started me and my other coworker rly didn’t like her bc she’d never clear out her carts and then just pawn them off on us.

She’s also kind of racist towards me? Idek. I’m mixed Mexican and white, and I’m like medium complexioned. I’m the only one on our team that doesn’t speak Spanish though. And she always says rude things ti me about me being white. I mentioned one time “damn my cheeks look rly red rn” and this bitch literally goes “did you forget you’re WHITE?” Like yes actually thanks for that MUCH needed reminder. I’m also not JUST white but thanks for trying to put me down over my ethnicity, something I literally cannot control. She’s also teased me for not speaking Spanish, again calling me white. Like girl, not every Mexican family passes down Spanish to their kids. That is a real thing that happens and all of this bs you keep gearing toward me just makes you sound ignorant af. And anytime we have a Spanish speaking or Mexican customer that is rude to us (not mildly, I’m talking absurdly fucking rude) she tries to minimize my feelings by saying “oh that’s just Mexican culture, you wouldn’t understand.” Actually bitch I do understand. Mexican culture means sometimes you can be a little loud, blunt, or direct, but never straight up rude. And either way, someone’s culture is not an excuse to be a total dick to someone, I don’t care where you come from. And I’m also smart enough to know when someone is being blunt because they’re not from here vs when they’re just being an asshole. Just tired of this girl trying to put me down and minimize me in every which way. This job is hard enough and our clientele are already awful, so I don’t need any extra grief from the people that are literally supposed to be on my team.

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

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Relationship Goals: Ch 15

Flows of tears being wiped away by the fingertips of love- dreamless night skies full of stars - a heavy heart washed clean by the rain - hot sweat and cold droplets of water-  a simple “good night” and a “good morning” - that all too well known scent - the excruciating pain of yet another “goodbye”- a blood drenched jacket that’s long lost its owner’s warmth...Name of Faith 

Being the solidifying chapter of my Gavin stanness, chapter 15 has a very special place in my heart. On the other hand, the whole chapter is the very embodiment of “relationship goals”, ensuring that in the MLQC universe MC and Gavin’s relationship is the most harmonious, mature and loving one. The chapter is about an hour-ish long so you could guess how long this analysis will take to read but it surely will be much less than it took me writing it, I promise ;)

At the end of chapter 14 MC had to say goodbye to Kiro without knowing if he would survive the fight against tens of BS men and carry the burden of being the key individual who can put an end to the out of control EVOL outrage. She was heartbroken about Lucien’s betrayal and was worried as hell about Victor’s whereabouts. She was still struggling under the overbearing weight of having to play the role of the “Queen” all the while being one of the last remaining people who still bear to think about the whole TV- tower incident. She’s found herself doubting the meaning of her existence and couldn’t help but feel as though she wouldn’t belong there. At the beginning of Ch 15  we find an MC that hit the rock bottom and is therefore deeply depressed. This is the first time she’s shown such a distressed psyché. So this is how the chapter starts...MC wakes up in her room after being hospitalized for a while, lost in thoughts and looking for reassurance in the gingko leaf bracelet on her wrist.

To have and to hold...

While she is buried in negative thoughts Gavin shows up at her place to give her the good news that there are no more signs of EVOL fluctuations and that STF’s investigation ends as of that day. This results in a real smile blossoming on MC’s face and then her concern switches to Gavin’s well-being. This first dialogue between them is already an embodiment of the foundation of their relationship. Gavin and MC’s main concern is always the well-being of the other. Sure, Gavin and MC always put others before themselves so they both have an altruistic character, however if protecting any other person would mean their s/o getting hurt, then they prioritize each other. We get to see what it means in the second half of the chapter. MC is worried about Gavin’s injuries, Gavin is worried about MC’s emotional state, MC is worried that she makes Gavin worry about her, Gavin is worried that MC worries about him worrying about her, thus keeping her real thoughts inside- not- opening up about them to him. That’s a vicious cycle which needs to be broken and that is exactly what our best boi does by reassuring her that she doesn’t need to put up a front and that she could tell him whatever is eating at her...anytime at all. That guy is already 3 steps ahead of her when it comes to worrying so he pulls her out of her self-agonizing overthinking bubble with those simple words which work like a charm. MC feels as though her heart was slowly lifted up by two hands out of a ravine. So she finally tears down the walls surrounding her agony and lets her tears flow and Gavin wipe them away and he brings the sunshine back into her heart.

Ever since her father’s passing MC didn’t much have anyone to open up to about her most bothering concerns or a shoulder to cry on. Gavin sees this crystal clear and encourages her to tell him about it all, cry it all out and also manages to lift her spirits up. He knows instinctively what she needs at that moment. She is broken, she is lost and she is stripped of her self-worth. Gavin can relate to this state all too well, because he too has been there when his mother died. He knows that she doesn’t need any encouraging talks or sweets or a scientific explanation to her feelings. At that moment, all she needs is warmth and a safe space to process what she is going through thoroughly. Which is why Gavin simply offers her to share what’s eating at her with him and cry all she wants. He doesn’t do anything beyond that. He NEVER EVER PUSHES HER TO DO ANYTHING! He just stays by her side in silence, giving her space...a warm space and the rest unravels from itself.  GOAL #1 Find someone who can feel your troubles, address them with care and share your burden with you. Someone who gives you a safe space to feel down without feeling ashamed of yourself. Someone who makes what’s yours theirs. 

For better, for worse... 

Gavin is aware of the fact that his words can give her comfort, but he also knows that she hasn’t told him the whole story yet. She needs to feel self-worthy again and go back to her true, kind and brave self. So he arranges a Ferris wheel ride in the middle of the night to show her the bright side that she fails to see at the moment. If MC had been asleep then he would’ve just tried another night but much to his luck she was standing on her balcony, lost in her thoughts, gazing at the bracelet he gave her and confiding in it. So he sweeps her off her feet once again and takes her to the construction site. He shows her from the cabin the world she succeeded in saving and that the world which is still turning thanks to her. She is the savior and not the burden and most certainly not a burden to Gavin. Neither with her negative feelings nor with her presence. She belongs there where she is and Gavin appreciates her existence. Because she didn’t only save the world but also him, many times, she caught him while he was falling. However, MC believes that its always been Gavin who was always there to catch her from falling. Their feelings and thoughts are again mirroring each other. Both of them are invested equally in their journey together, both have saved the other. Hearing this, MC finally opens up about her true feelings and lets the tears flow, and those tears are again wiped away by Gavin. When the wheel reaches its zenith, MC and Gavin are in a tight embrace and MC is finally almost back to her usual self: “With it, he took all my tears, all the unsaid words, all my worries and regrets. At that moment, it felt like the walls around my heart had fallen, letting in countless rays of sun. All the unease, suffering, doubt, pain and hesitation just evaporated”. Once they get off the wheel and they run/fly hand in hand under the summer rain, MC feels like Gavin has always been by her side all over the past years and her heart’s worry and gloom is washed away by the rain. This is a very crucial thing for their relationship, because they were separated for six whole years and yet now MC feels like he were always by her side, watching her from afar, accompanying her in her journey. 

On a side note, Ferris wheel and the gingko bracelet have become the main symbols of their relationship. The bracelet represents their bond with each other regardless of the distance separating them and I am certain that the bracelet doesn't have any tracker on it to be honest but it helps MC to cool down when feeling upset or sad by reminding her of Gavin, her precious moments with him, his love for her, and that he will always be there for her. The Ferris wheel on the other hand is their journey. Each time they ride the Ferris wheel together their spirits are lifted up alongside with the cabin. Once it reaches its zenith they consummate their love for each other once again, no matter if it's on a date with a kiss or in CH 15 when MC tells Gavin her true feelings and Gavin addresses them directly resulting of them reciprocating their importance for each other. GOAL #2: A relationship is much like a Ferris Wheel. It goes up, it goes down, then goes up again. It's not always a bed of roses, there are many thorns during the ride. The important thing is to go through both phases hand in hand. 

This whole episode names Gavin as the source of MC’s sense of safety, courage and faith. MC feels herself the safest and most serene around him. Their night together at MC’s home is a strong evidence to this. Up to CH 15 and in the following episodes, MC has constant nightmares almost every night.  But when she sees the faint ray of light from the crack of her bedroom door, she finally enjoys a night’s sleep without nightmares or worries. Knowing that Gavin is on the other side of her door gives her the deepest sense of peace. This happens again in CH 26 btw. and I think the original idea was for them to sleep in the same bed in CH 15 but then abandoned due to obvious reasons... As far as I know Gavin is the only LI who sleeps in MC’s apartment so it shows the level of trust she has towards him. No matter what’s happening during the dates, in the mean story MC is not canonically that close with any of the guys, so it truly shows how safe she feels around Gavin, knowing that he wouldn’t overstep his boundaries. And she couldn’t be more correct, since Gavin leaves before she wakes up, making sure that none of them feel awkward in the morning and leaving the place as he found it, but not before leaving a note which gives her a reassurance that he is going to send somebody to keep an eye on her and ends with a simple “good morning”. Gavin is a very considerate guy, who doesn’t miss any hint thrown at him. After hearing MC not being able to sleep without wishing him good night, he realizes how important this simple wish is for her. So he makes sure to wish her a good morning, whether he is there to say it face to face or not. GOAL #3: Be with someone, with whom you can fell safe and be yourself around them. Someone whose presence chases your fears and nightmares away . Someone who knows what your values are and respects them.

In sickness and in health...

Not long after having a heart to heart conversation, MC and Gavin find themselves in a dispute over Perry. MC wants to stay by Perry’s side with the hopes of being able to help him but also come closer to the truth about her father. Gavin is not happy with the idea since he’s lost his EVOL and is dubious about Leto’s intentions so if any danger were to strike, he might not be able to protect MC. Despite this he agrees with MC’s wish in terms of her not putting herself in danger and that he would stay by her side. The second time the topic comes up, Gavin outright forbids her to get involved with Perry and MC in return, for the first time ever, tells him that she is going to do otherwise. This dispute arises because Gavin doesn’t tell her full story, that he’s lost his EVOL and that the STF is executing the Evolvers. MC on the other hand fails to see the situation from Gavin’s perspective or to trust him when he is so strict about keeping out of the whole ordeal. But right before they temporarily part ways she finds the courage to ask him about his worries and troubles, since she too can feel his distress, much like Gavin did hers at the beginning of the episode and offers to share his burden with him and that’s the thing. MC isn’t upset that Gavin doesn’t want her to see Perry anymore but that Gavin isn’t open with her and that he is still keeping his problems to himself. MC was hoping that he would trust her to face the truth and take on everything with him. That’s what actually hurts her the most. And Gavin is lost in this unexpected argument since he’d never had a situation like this with MC so he is torn between telling her the truth or leaving it be. Unfortunately he decides to just leave their dispute at that and leaves, not willing to have a fight with her. So they give each other the good old silence therapy for days and only after Perry reminded MC of Gavin’s good-will that she finally sends him an SMS (but only at second try, she wouldn’t send the first SMS in which she tells him that she is worried about him). Gavin is not  better either, since he is already at the hospital to check on her from afar, but is not ready to face her yet. Its a typical “earlier in the relationship dispute” so much so that MC even literally sleeps with her phone while waiting for Gavin’s text/ call/ any response at all. Even I am shocked by his level of stubbornness at this point.  The next day MC receives the bad news about Perry and leaves the hospital, letting herself get soaked in the rain. This time around without Gavin by her side, with completely different feelings, thinking that the rain can’t wash everything away. This is a pivotal realization on MC’s end, because at that very moment she realizes that Gavin was the reason of her being able to overcome her worries and face her troubles with faith and courage. Luckily for her, right when she was thinking of him, she senses his scent behind her aaaand cue “Rosy Mirror”...

Its such a lovely moment for the maturity of their relationship, despite them still getting to know each other and being the youngsters they are. So MC apologizes to him (but only going through the reasons why in her head so Gavin only hears that she is sorry) and then Gavin finally opens up, since he has realized that was the mistake on his part, not telling her about his true worries. So without further ado he tells her about his insecurities about the possibility of not being able to protect her since their downfall from the TV tower, about him losing his Evol, about following her for a while from behind without knowing what to do. And that’s pretty much all it takes for them to overcome their dispute, since it was a relatively small dispute and so MC again fells warm and dry inside, not caring about the rain. GOAL #4 There are disputes in all relationships. What’s important during those disputes is not to hurt each other’s feelings irreparably and communicate in honesty. It’s about trusting in each other’s good intentions and resolving the problem in hand with care and understanding. 

Till death do us part...

Our pair makes up and are ready for the next move but there are no happy endings in the MLQC universe...nö nö nö. Of course drama ensues as MC and Gavin find out that Perry has been kidnapped while MC’s precognitions start getting worse. But remember folks, Gav-babe is back so he calms her that as long as her precognitions are about the future, they can still change the course of events and that He trusts in her, so she also should put her trust in him too.  “That was his absolute faith in me, and his absolute reassurance for me”. We could actually roll the credits here without going further with the heart wrenching end of this chapter. 

Not long after though MC and Gavin has to face the worst of the worst...They have to witness Perry getting shot in the chest and leave him in his state, only to be greeted by the STF aiming at them by the exit of the warehouse, leading Gavin to resign from the STF. While on the run from the STF/NW, Gavin realizes that his Evol becomes extremely weak, so much so that he cannot even raise a barrier to hold back the bullets, which then results in MC getting shot on the back while trying to protect him. Not only MC’s precognition is coming true, but also Gavin is at his limit, both physically and mentally. So he is left with no choice, but to sacrifice himself and once again get separated from MC. For Gavin is Ch 15 is the worst-case scenario. The justice he has always believed in turned out to be a façade, he had to witness another child’s suffering in front of him and his raison d’être comes to the brink of losing her life because he failed to protect her. Everything that keeps him alive, everything that makes him who he is , is shattered right in front of his eyes. MC doesn’t have it any better as she can only watch as her worst nightmare comes true. The last 15-20 minutes of this chapter covers MC’s perpetual fear of being left by Gavin. She says thrice that she doesn’t want him to leave and begs him to stay (unfortunately Gavin doesn’t hear any of it). The have just built their faith in each other and yet got separated again after a brief moment of togetherness. IT becomes one of the issues that MC struggles with for at least 10 chapters, namely her fear of being left alone by Gavin.  

Here is a small comparison: All other LIs relationship with MC are doomed because of their choices: Kiro’s alternate personalities as Key (no time) and Helios (no love), Lucien’s involvement as Ares in BS or his values contradicting that of MCs, Victor’s pride and dominance as the research topic for my Phd at Boston College. Those guys actions and personalities conflicting with that of MCs are whats standing on the way of a harmonious relationship. With Gavin, these two are doomed by the seemingly endless external threats. Both Gavin and MC are constantly the main target of somebody’s plans and are under attack. Those poor babies cannot have a second of peace. As if it wasn’t enough, those parties constantly use their bond for their own means. Its Shaw using MC as a bait to provoke Gavin, its Josie telling MC that she is going to kill Gavin, its Gavin’s father using MC to convince Gavin to accept the NW plan. MC and Gavin don’t have any obstacles with regards to their own personalities or choices. They trust each other, stand by each other, understand each other’s perspective and love each other. In this chapter Elex even shows us that they could even take care of a child together for God’s sake. They...just...fit...

Unfortunately once again things unwind to their demise and Gavin, once again, has to leave MC for her sake. Before leaving her, Gavin repairs the gingko leaf bracelet brand new, so that MC can find the reassurance she seeks for on it in his absence and remind her that he will return to her side. He also leaves his jacket behind so that she can still feel his warmth. That’s his promise to her. That’s his reassurance that this is not a goodbye and that he is not ever going to leave without saying goodbye.  GOAL 5# True love is selfless, true love never dies and if two souls belong together, then nothing can keep them apart. because true love prevails. 

The chapter ends as its started. MC wakes up in her room after being hospitalized for a while, lost in her thoughts and finding reassurance in the gingko leaf bracelet on her wrist. The only difference this time around is that she wouldn’t find Gavin in her living room or hear three knocks on the door and find him standing tall in front of her... for this time around Gavin is gone...

[sankyeom]

belle’s 2020 tumblr wrap up

i almost didn’t make one of these because i lost my laptop charger on my flight home to california and i didn’t want to type this out on my phone but after being tagged in so many people’s wonderful end-of-year messages (thank you @sunlightwoo​ @heartyyjeno​ @atbzkingdom​ @chaoticdeobi @xfirebenderx @fairyoftbz​ and for including me thus far 💗) i decided i had to join this beautiful love fest and end the year on a good note! 

m i l e s t o n e s  (personal and for the blog) ✨

◇ on february 17th 2020 i started stanning (and eventually ulting) the boyz!   ↳ this is important because i had been listening to the boyz’s music since no air era, but never watched their videos or learned the members’ names. after stanning the boyz, i was introduced to my beautiful deobiblr, which is such a warm and welcoming community. i met most of treasured mutuals through this community and honestly don’t know what i’d do without it!

◇ on april 23rd 2020 i reached 1,000 followers on my blog!     ↳ this was very special to me because i have previously reached 1k followers on many different platforms (quotev.com, wattpad, a different tumblr blog, etc.) but after not writing for a long time i was worried people wouldn’t like my writing anymore or that i wouldn’t be good at it after taking a break. reaching this number was surreal for me and it made me realise that i wanted to study creative writing in university, which i am now doing!

◇ on may 30th 2020 i graduated high school!   ↳ i graduated with honours and a 4.0 along with a lot of life-long friends that i had made in the two years i spent at my competitive, college-prep private school. i faced a lot of hardships but eventually got through it and i am a better person for it. congratulations to all the graduates who didn’t get the graduation they all dreamed of, you did something spectacular this year!

◇ on august 24th 2020 i started university as a creative writing major!   ↳ 2020 was a crazy year for everyone and it made picking which uni to go to really hard, but there was one uni in particular that loved my admissions essay and wrote to me personally saying they would love to have me in their creative writing program, which really touched me and interested me in this uni. i’ve always been someone who finds academics really important so i had gotten multiple scholarship offers from different “higher ranking” universities, but i was able to learn what was important to me in picking a school that would both foster my learning and make me feel at home.

◇ on september 21st 2020 i got my first ever B on a test!    ↳ and i was really happy about it. in high school i strived to get 100% on every test and would have panic attacks when i got even a single point off. i wish i was joking, but that’s the truth. i’ve always been a perfectionist and i wanted to have a more healthy relationship with my personal expectations in university. being in uni helped me to pace myself academically and learn to juggle doing fun things – like this lovely blog – alongside studying. i still managed to get all As in my final grades for this semester, but i really loved letting myself get Bs and take breaks. 

◇ on october 18th 2020 i reached 2,000 followers on my blog!   ↳ if you read how important reaching 1k to me was, you can probably guess how amazing and emotional this was for me. not only did i have enough followers to fill three of my high schools, but i had made a lot of friends at this point, and that was so special to me. i had also never done a special series to celebrate a milestone, and as i stand here on december 31st with 2,457 followers, i have yet to finish my 2k celebration due to taking a short break from writing. don’t worry though, it’s all coming very soon!

◇ on november 29th 2020 i reached 1,000 notes on a masterlist!  ↳ facade? was my first social media au masterlist to reach 1,000 notes and when that happened, it truly blew my mind. i have no words to describe how special that moment was for me. a lot of people loved it because they resonated with the main character or because they found all the plot twists fun, and i really love that so many people enjoyed it and gave it a chance, despite the general plot being quite common.

◇ on december 7th 2020 i reached 1,000 notes on a fic! ↳ he loves me, he loves me not was my first one shot/fic to reach 1,000 notes and my second fic ever to reach 1k notes, which was literally crazy. so many people have reached out to me about that fic and how much it resonated with them and their experiences, and i just loved that this was the first written fic i ever had reach 1k notes because of the emotional implications.

m u t u a l s 💛

i have so much love and appreciation for you all, it’s unreal. i’m a very shy, often times insecure, and quiet person so i have a hard time reaching out to people. this means that minimal interactions actually mean a lot to me, so please never think that i don’t love or support you guys just because i’m a little quiet. that being said, here are some mutuals who i have gotten to know better in 2020 and a little love letter for you each 💌

@xfirebenderx

💌 nani, you were one of my very first mutuals here on tumblr back when i ulted seventeen and literally never spoke to anyone or interacted with people other than the few anons in my inbox. you made me feel comfortable and welcome here on tumblr, and i’ve always seen you like an older sister figure because of that. your enthusiasm and support are often times unparalleled because you never hold back anything and i am in awe of how lovely you are. thank you for having my back this year and making me feel so supported! 🌟

@chaoticdeobi

💌 bea, you’re such a ray of sunshine and brightness in my life and on my dash, i’m in awe of how much of a social butterfly you are! you were one of the reasons i started writing for the boyz because i felt excited when i read your fics and i was extremely impressed with how immersive your writing was (and still is!). aside from your amazing writing abilities, you’re truly someone who i feel comfortable with even though we haven’t spoken that much privately, and you have an amazing gift of making people feel accepted and at home. thank you for being a wonderful brightness in my life this year! 🌼

@heartyyjeno

💌 alesha, i’ve said this to you many times before but i truly treasure you as a person and as a friend. you are without a doubt one of the most supportive and uplifting people that i’ve met on tumblr, and i can always rely on you to make me feel like i’m loved and a good writer, especially on days where i feel like i’m neither. i know that 2020 has been a struggle for you and i wish i could have done more to support you, so i hope you take this love letter as evidence of how loved you are and how much i cherish you as a person and as a friend. thank you for being my rock this year! 🌷

@httpsohnpouts

💌 rosie, you are someone who is very dear to me and i always feel so lucky to be your friend! we’ve spoken quite a bit this year and i loved getting to know you and finding out we stan/ult so many of the same groups! i loved gushing over dark haired eric, seunghoon from cix, and blackpink’s comebacks with you this year so much because it made me feel much closer to you! you’re always one of the first people i send love chains to on tumblr and i just really appreciate your lovely energy every time we interact. thank you for being a caring friend for me this year! 🌹

@stealerz

💌 qiu, first of all your url change is absolutely adorable and i’m a huge fan. second of all, your writing is so stunning and it was also another reason why i wanted to start writing for the boyz this year! you’re somebody who i often see on my dash and try to interact with, and it always feels a little surreal when you gush over my writing because i look up to you in that sense. you are such a lovely friend who i don’t talk to very often because i’m shy, but i feel like you’re always around to remind me that you support me and just make me feel loved here on tumblr. thank you for being an inspiration to me and sending me so many cheerful love chains on tumblr this year! 🌻

@neoskidz (i wasn’t sure which of your blogs to tag so i’ll add @chocolattees just in case)

💌 elsie, i always feel undeserving of your hype and excitement when you comment on my fics or leave me lovely asks in my inbox to sing my (absolutely undeserving) praises. you’re someone who seems very bright and warm-hearted so i always feel comfortable around you, and i only wish i could have praised you and given you as much love as you did for me in 2020. i love when you randomly pop up in my inbox and i love to hear about how you’re doing because i feel like it’s the least i can do to show you that i support you and am always interested to hear what you’re up to! thank you for reminding me that friends can come from anywhere and for always being so compassionate this year! 💐

@deobienthusiast

💌 k, i always look forward to when you reach the latest chapter of my social media fics because i’m always living to hear your reactions to them! i always feel so lucky that you interact with me and reach out so much because i’m shy and it makes it a lot easier for me to talk to you and actually get to know you. i love that we stan so many of the same groups and can always gush about cix and the boyz together, especially when we tag each other under any posts that have to do with blond baejin. you are honestly someone who i feel very relaxed with because we talk so often and have so many of the same interests, i really appreciate your presence in my life. thank you for being someone who i can talk to about my fics and all of our bias wreckers this year! 🌈

@atbzkingdom

💌 dee, i’ve said this before but you’re a literal ray of sunshine to me and you warm me up like the sun with all of our interactions. i always love to hear your comments about my fics because you never hold back and always unleash so much excitement onto me that i can’t help but reciprocate and allow myself to get super hype and happy. you have an ability to make me open up and actually feel excited about my friendships here on tumblr and my own writing, which can be really hard for me sometimes. i’m blessed that you look up to me and i have to say that i absolutely look up to you as well, in more ways than just your writing! thank you for being my personal hype-man and helping me come out of my shell this year! ✨

@lsangyeons

💌 yu, i think you are seriously so damn talented it’s actually unbelievable. not only are you an amazing writer but your designs, sketches and other amazing works of art are just so inspiring and i find it incredible that you’re so multifaceted. you’re always someone who i think very genuinely wants to know how i’m doing and is always ready to catch up and share what you’re working on with me, and i find that really illuminating and fun because you’re so talented. thank you for reaching out to me so often and making me feel comforted this year! ❄️

@fairyoftbz

💌 rosy, i am totally kicking myself right now for not reaching out as often as i wanted to because i feel like we get along well and we could be really close if i wasn’t so shy and bad at keeping up with my asks/mentions. i think you’re a lovely person and i’ve felt so fortunate to have gotten to know you better this year. as i mentioned before, you’re a very thoughtful person and i look forward to getting to know you better in 2021! thank you for being a supportive friend to me this year! 🪐

@sunlightwoo

💌 gina, i adore you, and that’s the absolute truth. i’ve been so happy that we were able to connect this year and become friends because you are a fiercely supportive and lovely mutual to have. i have to thank the kpop gods for getting you to start standing the boyz so we could meet and be friends after all this time. i love how you yell and gush about my fics because it makes me feel like i’m actually writing something people like and not just rubbish that i come up with in my head, and you make me feel grounded and supported, which i can only hope to reciprocate just as enthusiastically to you! thank you for being a fiercly kind and supportive friend to me this year! 🌠

here are some people who i haven’t interacted with much (because, like i’ve said, i’m terribly shy and don’t interact with people much in general (feel free to reach out though i would love to chat 🥺)) but still wanted to mention! i love and appreciate you all for replying to my posts, recommending my fics or just posting really amazing content here on tumblr for us all to enjoy, and that i’d love to get to know you better in 2021!! @1ovejisung​ @jenoleeaesthetic @thepixelelf​ @honeycobie​ @tbzwurld​ @meltingjukyu​ @mae-gi-writes​ if i’ve forgotten everyone i’m terribly sorry but also very jetlagged and bad at keeping track of my friends xx

a n o n s 🦋

i’m grateful to everyone who joined my anon list this year and i’ve genuinely enjoyed all of our interactions so much! i wanted to give a short thank you to a few specific anons but i also love my other anons, 🐝 anon, 🧸 anon, 💫 anon, 🦋 anon, 🥯 anon, 🍇 anon, 🌜 anon, 💒 anon, and 🦕 anon a lot and appreciate you all! thank you for joining my anon list and i hope we can continue to get to know each other in 2021!

🤍 anon 💌 you always check on me and ask me how i’m doing, and i feel so comfortable around you it’s like talking to a friend. we always talk about anything and everything and i appreciate that you’ve been such a constant in my life this year!

🌱 anon 💌 my sweet deobi 🌱 anon! i love gushing about the boyz and my social media fics with you, it’s always so fun to see how passionate you are and it’s honestly everything to me.

🐹 anon 💌 you really feel like a sibling or a friend to me because you’re always telling me to take care of myself and encouraging me to take breaks and be happy. i want everything that you encouraged me to do for you as well and i hope that you take care of yourself and stay healthy/safe!

🐱 anon 💌 literally the absolutely king/queen of getting involved in my fics and gushing to me about how every chapter made you feel. i love seeing your responses and i’m always so touched when you leave me simple messages telling me to have a good weekend or asking me to be your friend. we are absolutely, 100% friends my love!

🔮 anon 💌 you’re my most recent anon but i feel like we’ve known each other forever now! we talk quite often and i always love it when i see the little 🔮 emoji in my inbox because i love how enthusiastic and understanding you are. thank you for deciding to join my anon list so we could become closer!

f o l l o w e r s   a n d   r e a d e r s 💘

i doubt that all 2,457 of my followers are going to see this, but i’m going to write this as if you all will anyway. thank you for being here and for caring about my content enough to hit the follow button. numbers don’t mean much and are quite arbitrary, but i still think that it’s amazing that there are 2,457 of you cuties who put up with me. to those of you who don’t follow me but read my fics/like and reblog my posts, thank you. i personally see those things as small praises and/or appreciations for my efforts and i wish i could tag you all here to tell you that i love and appreciate you, but tumblr won’t let me and i think most of you wouldn’t want that either. i couldn’t make a love letter to the people that shaped my 2020 without addressing all of you, so i hope that some of you decided to give this a read. i appreciate you and i want you here, healthy, and safe on this planet. please take care of yourselves as i would love to take care of you. x

[scoobydoominuscoobydoo]

Part Five

“Please shut up and let me save your life...”

~

Daphne only ever avoided the gang when she couldn’t look them in the eyes.

Whether it was out of disappointment or fear or something much worse.

She wouldn’t take any phones calls, answer texts.

Hell, she won’t even answer the door for them.

These times were rare since Daph was almost never angry enough at them to leave them. But when they did happen they were long and didn’t let up easily.

The last time this had happened was when Fred had accidentally spilled all her personal family drama to the lacrosse team. And then it immediately spread throughout the whole student body because Fred had no idea how high school worked.

She hadn’t sat with them for lunch for almost a month.

Only returning after Shaggy and Velma came and expressed how much they missed and needed their peacekeeper.

Velma was too close to strangling Fred without Daph to defend him.

Of course Daphne returned since there was no way she could refuse Shag’s desperate eyes. Besides, it felt really nice to be needed.

That had been a year ago.

After that Daph had become more accustomed to Freddie’s major screw ups, and was more comfortable with confronting him on them.

The gang was hoping this meant that Daph wouldn’t randomly disappear from their lives again, that she would stay there next to them playing the ray of sunshine act she lived by.

They were wrong.

The night after the.....incident with Andrews involving guns and tears and lots of hugs, Daphne and just gone home without saying a word to any of them

For the first few days the gang didn’t bug her, since all of them didn’t really feel like showing up to school. Especially since people were keen to ask questions on what it was like. Some would walk up and admire the bullet holes in the Mystery Machine others would pose like a corpse in the same spot Andrews was shot.

Everyone was treating it like it was an amazing feat and that they were so lucky to have such an intense experience in real life.

Shaggy was glad at first that Daph wasn’t showing up to school because he knew that people would flood her with questions about the exact thing she was being haunted by.

The gang could grin and bear it when they were being attacked with curious teenagers. 

But if somebody congratulated Daphne on killing someone, they would probably snap.

Everything felt broken.

Like life had just kind of slowed down for them.

Sometimes things would just be totally silent even if they were surrounded with noise. Only able to hear their breathing and feel their hands form and into knuckles or their teeth sink into their lower lip.

It felt harder to walk in a straight line. Watching as things would be thrown into fast forward.

The only thing they had was each other.

Except Daph, who was just pressing pause on her life all together.

For the first couple of weeks they didn’t bother calling her to ask if she was okay.

Of course she wasn’t fucking okay.

One time, on the way home from school, Fred had driven up to Daph’s house and parked in the driveway.

But that was as far as they got since none of them felt brave enough to go in and see what kind of state she was in. This was the first time the avoiding had been both ways, and Shag didn’t like it.

Fred could barely focus on anything, since he only ever had sudden romantic feelings for her when she was gone.

Typical.

And even though Velma wasn’t ever going to say it out loud, Daph was definitely the one in the group that would be the first to call her out on her BS. Velma respected that.

Plus she was the only other girl in the group, and sometimes Daphne was the only one who could understand her problems.

Shag didn’t even know what he missed from Daph, it could be her patience with his cowardice. Or her strong optimism in areas where it did not make any sense. Or how she was the only one who looked out for his shaking hands.

Even if that was a recent thing, it was her thing. 

Scoob was depressed to lose the only other one in the gang that loved him as much as Shaggy did.

Without Daph the gang was just a bunch of pessimistic realists and a dog who sat at a lunch table outside and poked their food with plastic forks.  

That had continued for almost three weeks, and by that time they felt more in touch with reality again. People had stopped making a huge fuss about the situation and they were all left alone.

It had been a Tuesday when Velma finally put her foot and declared that whether Daphne came back to school or not they still needed to check on her and be there for her.

Everyone agreed.

But Shaggy was dreading seeing what she had been doing to herself these past weeks.

They were all standing on the front porch of Daph’s gigantic house, her mother blinking rapidly at the group of teenagers standing in front of her.

She seemed to be trying to remember who they were.

Were they high school faculty?

Or were they Daph’s friends?

Her eyes drifted over to Fred and then her youthful face set into a tight scowl.

“Oh the Jones boy and his peanut gang, here to terrorize my daughter with those silly mysteries.” She placed her hands on her hips in obvious disapproval. 

Fred shrank quickly beneath the woman’s stare, hiding behind Shaggy as if he was able to shield the woman’s clear hatred for him. Velma groaned and rolled her eyes, so much for taking charge of the Daphne recon mission.

Shaggy ignore how Fred was tugging down on his shoulder causing him to lean back and quickly stepped in.

He wasn’t sure if he stood a better chance with Daph’s mom than Freddie did. But he knew she was seconds away from slamming the door in their faces if he didn’t say something.

He gulped.

“Mrs. Blake, we’re not here to drag her back to school or go solve mysteries.” The woman raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, he took a deep breath, this was for Daphne.

“We haven’t seen her for what? Like three weeks right?” He looked back at Velma and she nodded, Fred was still cowering behind him.

“Like we’re her best friends ma’am, we just wanna check on her and make sure she’s not having some kind of mental crisis.” He shoved his hands in his pockets in an effort to distract himself from her judgement.

She tossed her head back and let out a loud laugh.

Shag noted that she had the same laugh as Daph, just more condescending.

He jumped when she slapped her hand on his shoulder, what did he say to make her so engaging?!

“You’re the Rogers boy correct?” Her tone was amused but it could have been a trap.

He nodded cautiously.

She gave him a perfectly symmetrical smile that shone from clearly bleached teeth. “Darling, mental crisis has run in our family since the 20′s. There’s not really much you can do about it.” 

He sighed, she wasn’t getting the point.

They were there with her, if anyone could help her it was them.

Right now Daphne felt like the lonely princess locked in the tower and they were the brave knights trying to make it past the fire breathing dragon.

Mrs. Blake must have seen the distress and hopelessness in Shag’s eyes because she removed her hand from his shoulder and had taken a step back, inviting them in.

Shaggy gave her a thankful smile and walked into the spacious entryway.

Fred let go of his shoulder as soon as they made it through the front door, taking the spot as far away from Daph’s mother as he could without being obviously terrified.

Velma rolled her eyes again as she stood next to him.

After she closed the door she pointed up the stairs, “Her’s is the third room on the left. Don’t touch anything, half the stuff costs more than anything you will ever make in your lifetime.” She sent another glare in Fred’s direction.

 “We know ma’am, Thank you. Really.”

Shag said this as he made his way up the grand staircase, hearing the footsteps of the others behind him.

“What the hell did you do to that woman to make her hate you so much?” Velma inquired, clear amusement in her voice. Fred cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, “Honestly, I think it may be a large culmination of things so I can’t pick anything specific.” 

Velma giggled as they reached the top of the stairs and made a left.

“But I’m pretty sure that it was some time around middle school, because that was when she stopped calling me Fred and just referred to me as ‘The Jones boy.’‘ 

Velma sighed, “Well you were a clueless jackass in middle school so I’m not even a little surprised.”

“Exactly when did I become the butt of all your jokes Velms? All you ever do is laugh at me now.”

Shaggy decided to stay out of their bickering and concentrated on finding Daph’s room. Normally he’d just pick the door with the most purple since that color was practically part of Daphne’s DNA at this point. But since the whole house was just different shades of purple he was going in blind.

He would have known where her damn room was if Daphne ever let them go to her house.

Fred knew where her room was since Daph was constantly trying to get some sort of spark to happen between them. But he was busy poking Velma in the stomach in retaliation to her sad but true teasing.

Eventually he stopped in front of the third door where Mrs. Blake had told him where she was in the first place.

Genius Shag.

He took a deep breath and looked over toward the rest of the gang.

Velma was pulling on Fred’s hair playfully and they both were in a fit of giggles.

Shaggy smiled and cleared his throat. They were pulled out of their world of acting like 7 year-olds and nodded. Shag took a step back and motioned for Freddie to go first. Give something for her to smile at once they opened the door.

He felt his heartbeat pick up as Fred turned the knob to the door slowly.

His heart might not be up for seeing a ray of sunshine lose it’s shine.

They all slowly filed into the room and looked around, Shag was holding his breath in worry.

Every light in the room was on making the open room seem even bigger, but not soothing. It felt like a big, empty, white room, devoid of feeling and comfort. Shag felt a shiver run up his spine, it felt freezing cold and burning hot at the same time.

The only sound to be heard was a soft, “Jinkies,” from Velma.

Her voice seemed to echo throughout the room, causing someone to stir within the pile of blankets and pillows sitting in the center of the king sized bed. The gang all exchanged concerned looks and slowly made their way over to the bed.

Almost like a bunny peeking out of it’s burrow, Daph’s head popped out of her makeshift blanket cave.

Shaggy’s breath hitched at the sight of her, although she had sent them a welcoming smile it was very tired and forced. Her hair looked like it had rats nesting in it since it was all matted and puffed out.

The things that captured his attention the most were the dark lines under her glazed over purple eyes and her cracked and chapped lips.

He chose to ignore the fact that his eyes went straight to her lips.

It was awkwardly quiet for a few seconds, eyes were avoiding contact and hands were fidgeting.

Eventually Daph leaned forward and pushed herself out of the hill of blankets and slowly crawling toward them, bringing herself to sit at the foot of the bed and clasping her hands in her lap.

She spoke slowly, her voice seemed to croak like a frogs, “Usually Mommy is the one who ends up bringing my homework.”

Shag could tell she was trying to appear okay, but she was trying a little too hard.

None of them responded to her, Fred just stood in front of her like a telephone pole that was out of service and was staying like that till further notice. Velma sighed and rolled her eyes before kicking Fred in the back of the leg.

“Ouch! Velms wha-” 

Velma cut him off and motioned for him to start talking to her.

Fred nodded and turned back to Daph, “Right, we....well we just came to umm..” Velma groaned and put her head in her hands while Shag sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Sending the occasional consoling look to Daphne and hoping she picked up on some of them.

Daphne’s face seemed to light up at Fred’s attempts to reassure her. Shaggy let out a sigh, at least Fred’s mere presence was therapeutic for her at the very least. 

Immediately that sturdy faith in Fred’s affect over Daphne disappeared when he said, “We just came here to see if you were down to go solve another mystery with us!” Daph’s face fell.

“Damn it Freddie that is not why we braved the horror of Mrs. Blake.” Velma kicked the back of his leg again and shoved him behind her.

She was about to present her own version of their speech but stopped when she saw Daph’s eyes begin to well up. Velma froze, her delivery wasn’t nearly gentle enough to console a crying Daphne.

“Shaggy talk to her.” 

He gulped and looked over at Velma, she was motioning for him to do something before Daph went full Disney princess. Or even worse, senior prom.

He nodded and took a few steps forward before squatting down so that he was at eye level with Daph. Her eyes instantly locked on his and the warm feeling returned to her chest.

Shag took a deep breath and spoke to her in a soft voice not tearing his eyes away from her’s, “Daph, this isn’t about us going in that van and once again stumbling upon a mystery that will no question scare the bejesus out of me.”

She smiled.

“This isn’t about us forcing you to go back to school where all the clueless jackasses are gonna shower you with questions.” He felt her fingers grasp onto his gently, his eyes still didn’t leave her’s.

“This is about your best friends coming to make sure that you’re actually okay. Not just okay because you say so. Because I’ll tell you right now Daphne, none of us are okay.” Velma and Fred nodded in agreement.

Daphne sighed shook her head.

“Shags I just- it was a lot easier to forgive Fred for doing something stupid. It wasn’t hard to force myself off of a chair in the cafeteria to go sit next to my best friends outside.”

Her grip on his hands tightened and she took a deep breath.

“Bu- I” Her lower lip quivered. Shag stayed quiet, giving her all the time she needed. “Leaving this bed, leaving this room, to go into a world of eyes following and mouths asking and just everything reminding me of what happened....”

“You don’t need to force yourself Daph, none of us needed to.”

She smiled again than bit her lip, “Shags I want to come back to you, to all of you guys, but then I see the front steps of the school and- just all the memories come flooding back.”

Shaggy raised an eyebrow, apparently she had tried to come back once before.

“Daph, no matter what you do you’re gonna remember it. For the rest of your life you’re gonna remember this. But just know that we’ll be remembering with you, and we’ll always be here for you. You know that right??”

He squeezed her hands.

“And if it gets to be too much...then we can take you to the gym where they keep the football dummies and we can let beat the freakin shit out of one.” He added, although his tone was joking his face seemed genuinely serious. 

She stared at him for a second, then looked down at their hands. Thinking over all he said, enjoying how warm his grip on her hand felt. It then occurred to her that she would face hardship, but she would always have Fred’s big bear hugs and Velma’s shoulder and Scooby’s kisses.

And Shaggy’s hand. 

Eventually she looked up and gave him a smile, a real smile.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. While surprised he understood the meaning of the hug and grinned, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Fred and Velma giggled and walked over to join the hug.

But the look of contentment on Daph’s face stopped them in their tracks. 

Fred simply sent Velma a confused look and she shrugged in response. But as she looked back at her two best friends, a smirk slowly formed on her face.

“Freddie the medicine is for my mom not me I promise.” Daphne leaned against the wall waiting for the nurse to return with her mother’s “prescription” painkillers.

Shaggy rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned next to her, it was way too early in the morning for this. They were finally going to have a crack at solving a mystery after nearly a month without getting involved.

While Shag was 100% okay with that, Freddie was starting to get jittery.

At this point he was going through mystery withdrawals and you either thought it was sad like Daph, or you thought it was hilarious like Velma.

Since Daphne had seemed to get through the worst of it she promised Fred she’d participate after they picked up her mom’s new best friend, codeine. Of course her mom’s source was one of the doofus doctors that decided he wasn’t making enough money so he started selling his own hospital’s inventory on the sly.

And somehow convinced a few nurses to get involved.

 Unfortunately those nurses liked to take their own sweet time and they had already been stuck in the back hallway for a good 30 minutes.

Fred was hopping from one foot to another and Velma groaned, “Would you stop that, you look more excited you get your fix than Daph’s mom, God! The Harbor Harbinger of Death ain’t goin anywhere Fred I guarantee it’s not going to leave it’s element as the name suggests.” She crossed her arms and smirked up at him.

He sighed and nodded before leaning against the wall opposite of Daph and Shag.

“Yeah like Fred relax, we’re a little out of practice for putting out lives in peril so maybe we shouldn’t rush it.” Daphne giggled and Fred gave her another confused look.

She used to always side with him.

Their whole dynamic seemed to be shifting and he wasn’t really sure why.

Velma had rolled her eyes and wondered how Daphne was the one cursed to be super obvious with the one she has a crush on. 

Shaggy seemed to pick up on Fred’s confusion and Velma’s teasing glances and he bit his lip, he really hated it when they acted like actual teenagers with confusing drama and weird things going on between just friends.

He glanced over at her and saw her looking down at her hands while she adjusted her rings, something she did when she was incredibly bored.

Suddenly a muffled scream resonated throughout the whole hospital.

Fred and Velma both began trying to place where the scream came from while Shaggy jumped and let out a yelp in surprise.

Daphne didn’t really know how to react or what to do, she just stood there and shifted her gaze around trying not to panic. Her eyes rested on Shaggy’s hand and for a second she was ready to grab onto her anchor.

But then she remembered the love of her life was right across from her, so why not just grab onto his hand?

She sighed and reluctantly walked over to Freddie, grabbing onto his arm.

“It was a woman’s voice I know that much but it seemed to come from everywhere...uhhhh...Velms?” He looked over at her, she had her brow furrowed and was looking up at the ceiling.

Then her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers, “The PA system!!”

Shaggy groaned and let out that nervous chuckle that caused Daph’s heartbeat to pick up.

“There’s gotta be a control room for it we just need to locate it!” She began making her way toward the security office. The rest of the gang following behind her.

“Oh right that’s brilliant, like lets go toward the blood curdling scream which will most likely lead us to a terrifying creature that likes to eat dumbass seniors for brunch!! Genius move there Mensa!!”

While Velma simply yelled at him to shut up and stay close to them, Daph looked back at him and peeked down at his hands.

They were barely shaking, but she saw it.

“Velma they’d most likely have it hidden in the back of the hospital.” Fred said as he began to walk faster, Daph’s grip on him tightened so she wouldn’t fall.

“Oh ho ho, like this just keeps getting better doesn’t it?”

Daphne’s heart leaped, even his voice was shaking as they got closer to the security office.

Occasionally someone would dash past them heading for the exit, and they were sure the main areas of the hospital were in chaos, but otherwise everything seemed calm and quiet.

Which was easily worse than the hallway being filled with screaming.

As they reached a corner Velma motioned for them all to turn right.

Once they turned they were all instantly stopped in their tracks.

Hanging from a cord sticking out of the ceiling was a nurse, the same nurse that was bringing Mrs. Blake’s fix.

Her body was scarred and ripped up, her eyes were rolled back and all you could see was white. Painted all around her on the floor and the walls were stick figures and random scribbles. It looked like something done by a four year old, but the kind that was possessed by a disturbed demon.

“Zoinks!!! Like noooo...that’s it I’m done!! That is not fucking okay time to go!!!”

Shaggy ran his hands through his hair and began pacing back and forth, the panic was setting in, hard.

Daph’s breathing picked up and everything around her seemed to be drowned out by the sound of her hyperventilating. Quickly she turned to Fred and said, “Freddie you promised that if someone got killed then we--we w-wouldn’t get involved.”

Shaggy looked over and saw that familiar look that was on his face nearly every mystery, she looked like her knees were about to give out beneath her.

Fred hadn’t answered her yet and that only made her breathing intensify.

He quickly walked over to her and began to rub her back, ignoring Fred’s confused stare that he’d been shooting him a lot lately.

As he continued to rub her back he felt his breathing even out and his heartbeat slow.

Velma stared at both of them for a second and then sighed, “I’m calling the police and then we’re getting out of this hell hole.”

Both Shaggy and Daphne sent her a thankful look and she simply nodded.

Fred still stayed quiet, too busy focusing on the shifting dynamics of their tight circle. Not sure if he was prepared to adjust, change wasn’t something he did well at all.

Velma hung up after explaining their situation and shoving her phone in her skirt pocket.

“They’ve already received several calls and a couple squad cars are only a couple minutes away but they’re sending more.”

Everybody nodded.

They all stared at each other for a second, finally ready to make a run for the exit.

But then they heard a growl.

A long, loud, angry growl.

And it was coming from where they came from.

Right behind them.

Slowly, the all turned around, Shaggy had gripped onto the back of Daph’s shirt and Velma had taken a step behind Fred, peeking out from behind his arm.

Standing at the end of the hall, his head cocked unnaturally to the side, was a man with a scar running across both of his eyes that looked fused shut.

His clothes resembled a doctor’s but they seemed all wrong.

But that wasn’t the main issue with this.

The main issue was that in the creature’s hand was one of those hand saws that they used to cut off casts.

And it was fair to say that was probably lethal.

Within seconds, the gang let out a shriek and made a run for it, Fred and Velma going down the hallway with the hanging body, Shaggy running in the opposite direction.

Daph stood still for a second, here eyes following Shaggy dash down the hall, she could here the sound of the saw growing closer to her.

She could hear Shag saying, “Basic horror movie mistake.” in her head.

“Daphne what the hell are you doing???!!! Come on!!!!” Fred was shouting for her to follow him.

He continued to call her name but she didn’t respond.

Finally, she groaned and ran in the same direction Shag went.

“Damn horror movie heroine.” She said under her breath as she ran, trying to spot where he went.

She was about to panic and look back to see where the freaking Doctor Demon was, but a hand shot out of one of the rooms and grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her in and dragging her into the corner out of the door’s view.

“Why the hell did you follow me??” He said in a sharp whisper as he backed against the wall and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, her back resting against his chest.

“I-I um just...” She was unable to focus due to how terrified and flustered she was. 

Plus that fact that he smelled like fresh soil and hot sauce. It was intoxicating.

“Like I got it, you panicked.”

She just nodded as she brought her hands up to his arms and gripped onto them. The sound of the saw was slowly approaching the room they were in.

Shag’s breath was forcefully being relaxed and Daph found herself holding her own breath.

“This is just hide and go seek meets freeze tag.” She repeated this in her mind over and over.

The closer the sound got, the faster she thought it and the tighter Shag’s grip was on her. Eventually it felt like the sound was right outside their door and Daphne’s heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to hop out of her chest and give them away.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder.

If the police hadn’t shouted for his to put his hands up, Daph believed that he 100% would have entered their room and sliced them up into teeny tiny pieces. 

But instead they were fine, letting out panicked/relieved breaths, still holding onto each other tightly.

[bryonysimcox]

Solar Gains and Friendly Faces: Week 2, France

It’s the second week that George and I have been on the road and we’ve tracked westwards through southern France, from Lyon towards Bordeaux. We’re settling into the rhythms of life in a campervan and learning to balance working and exploring.

The biggest lesson learned this week has been that solar impacts everything. When I say that, I mean both in terms of how sunshine (or lack of) can impact our mood, and also how the power of the sun has such a critical role to play in our electrical system.

Being so reliant on the sun has left us feeling infinitely more connected with the cycles of nature.

Our highlight of the week was probably the last day of the week, which we spent in Coutras, a small town about an hour north-east of Bordeaux. It wasn’t necessarily an awe-inspiring place, but the critical combination of lots of sunshine and a perfect parking spot gave us the perfect base to set up and get some work done. With one day reaching highs of 21 degrees, we were able to live in a more inside-outside way, with the doors of the van flung open and our camping chairs set up. The sun also totally lifted my mood - I was inspired to take more photos, George and I were motivated to go for a run, and I was able to just bask in the sunshine and read my book.

(images, left to right) Early morning sun over the town square in Coutras, feet up and sun out as the solar panels soak up the sun, and fresh pain au raisins on our morning wander into Coutras.

We were also getting some incredible solar gains - more than 150W at its best which is more than we’ve seen before. Both George and I are working on energy-intensive Adobe computer programs at the moment, making animated graphics and editing a long-format documentary about an ultra-marathon in Mont Blanc. The documentary has been in the pipeline for three years and will soon be released through our channel Broaden, but with George so close to completion he’s keen to do some solid work on it. When both computers are running and charging, they can easily draw 150W so we need intense sun like this consistently coming in. 

It still feels like we’re learning a lot about the electrics and the impacts that slight changes to sun intensity and the angle of the solar panels can have.

Before that, the week started at our remote camping spot in the Parc Natural Regional Livradois-Forez (see last blog post). After an incredibly peaceful night there, we spent the morning getting Suzi the HiAce spruced up ready to make a little film. The van can get dirty really quickly, as there is nowhere to hide the mess and we’re constantly tramping mud in from the outside. Once freshened up, George and I filmed an introductory video to the van. It’s something that we’ve been meaning to do for ages, paired with footage we got from the months of van-building.

Filming Suzi and reflecting on all the hard work of building her is a really rewarding process, and at times quite an emotional one.

(images, left to right) Sunshine over the van interior, George setting up film our van tour video, and details of the kitchen.

Making videos is all still very new to me, so making a film about the van in a quiet forest spot was the perfect kind of tutorial. George and I took turns operating the camera, interviewing one another about all of the features and modifications of the van. George mainly focussed on the exterior and mechanical stuff, like the suspension lift, the all-terrain tyres, the new exhaust and reconstructed rear differential. I spoke about the design of the kitchen, the interior upholstery, the bed and the solar panels. We think there’s quite a large audience of people who are building their own vans or who are just generally interested in van conversions who’d like to watch a video like this, so it’ll be cool to see how well it does on YouTube once we’ve edited it and released it. In the meantime, I’ve got to catalogue and select all the best parts of the footage (another new filmmaking experience for me).

Moving onwards, rural France flashed through our windows and we observed the incremental changes to the scenery. From dense pines and dramatic mountain switchbacks, to charming stone buildings and vintage tractors - we soaked it all in.

Driving through the steeply sloped village of Aubazine was especially memorable, not least cause it always feels like a bit of a miracle that Suzi finds her way (slowly) up a hill. Although fog obscured what I imagine to be a rather dramatic view, we really enjoyed the place’s winding streets and historic buildings. At the peak, we spent the night camped next to Lac du Coiroux and I couldn’t resist a swim the next morning - I hope it’s the first of many wild swims.

(images) Wild swimming in Lac du Coiroux.

Whilst it was absolutely freezing, swimming in the lake was exhilarating: immersed in fog and silky water, with not a soul in sight.

The week continued with lots of drizzle and fog. Having spent our first week on the road fairly relaxed and seeing new cities, we knew we needed to knuckle down and work in the van. We left Lac du Coiroux in search of power, passing back through Aubazine on our descent and doing a bit of Wikipedia reading about the 12th Century monastery and convent that the village was centred on (coincidentally also discovering that Coco Chanel is one of the town’s more well-known past inhabitants).

We found another picturesque ‘Aire du Camping-Car’ in a tiny village called Sadroc, which actually offered free water and electric hook-up and so was the perfect place to stay. It seems that there is a real generosity towards campervan and caravan owners around France, presumably because they bring in much-needed money from tourism, as well as some activity to what are often very (very) sleepy little villages. We’ve been determined to put some money behind local initiatives where possible, to give back even in a small way. So when the mobile pizza van rolled into Sadroc on Friday evening, we didn’t feel so bad about going and getting a Margherita (plus it meant no washing up!).

(images, left to right) Out and about despite the incessant drizzle, a welcome sunny (rather than rainy!) morning for Suzi, and pizza night in the van (so tasty!).

When the weekend arrived, we made our way to Jayac. This tiny commune in Dordogne has less than 200 residents, one church, and not even a shop, so George and I would never have discovered it if it wasn’t for the Djelils. Elena and Amar Djelil are long-time family friends who my mum has known since she studied Accountancy with Elena at university in Edinburgh. The family relocated from Scotland to France more than a decade ago, and so it was a real treat to see them after all this time, along with their (now grown up) children, Emma and Alistair.

As we learnt in Paris and I reflected on in last week’s blog post, seeing friendly faces on the road is a welcome ray of sunshine.

We were welcomed by Elena with outstanding hospitality (no surprise considering the Djelils have run hotels, B&Bs and gites for most of their lives). The family is in the middle of building a house for themselves in Jayac and so we had a chance to learn about local planning regulations and the process of designing and constructing. George and I are both quite interested in building our own house one day (albeit a tiny one), so it was fascinating to hear how the process has been and to even see the house-build in person. Despite the pressures of this intense project, we were made to feel completely at home and spent a wonderful 24 hours with them all - not only sharing food, stories and laughter but also making the most of the amenities (hot shower and washing machine!).

(image) A fantastic reunion with the Djelil Family. Haven’t seen them in over ten years!

On the road once more, we left Jayac and set up in Coutras, ending the week on a rather sunny high (high spirits and high wattage, as I refer to at the start). It has taken almost two weeks, but I have really relaxed into the rhythm of things and can honestly say I feel content living like this. I’m especially grateful to George, who has been a steadfast companion along the way. Living together in a confined space can certainly amplify any tensions, but he has excelled at putting me at ease, and we have started to collaborate together on videos and animations which is pretty exciting.

This time next week, I’ll likely be writing from Spanish soil. Au revoir for now.

[callmemoprah]

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