#just in time to some personal shit's gone down and i need the vacay

[sparksintheashes]

melody in static; chapter 12

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@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [1930s]

cw; Some anxiety, and also time shenanigans. PSA that I'm taking next week off due to personal reasons. Posting will resume 10/24, and should wrap up that week!

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When he had first moved through Rhisling, it had been at the beckoning of Inquirata, the Quintesson responsible for his modifications and the entire set of experiments surrounding the artifact. And it had only been once Inquirata was satisfied that he would come to no harm, for what was the purpose in wasting all the effort invested in its subjects? And then, later - when he had entered Rhisling, it had been a complete accident. A moment of panic as Inquirata had shifted into wanting to tear him apart for ruining those experiments, for causing who knew how much chaos, and Victor had desperately reached out to try not only to save himself, but those connected to him...

He hadn't entered the space since, at least, not like this. And not only in the least because Inquirata itself had been pulled into it as well (though, thankfully, he saw no sign of the Quintesson) - it was a place of paradox. Here, his inherent awareness of the pulse of the world, its very heartbeat as it moved through space and time, was as nothing - he had no idea which way was north or south or east or west or even up or down, much less how much time was passing.

It could have been hours, he realized as he stared into the abyss, but if this worked - if this had a chance of working - it would be worth it, wouldn't it? Victor swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying to reach out again, to force a focus on the time he had in mind-

-and Rhisling obliged. Except it obliged too much.

Once, Victor had thought of timespace as a river or stream, of trickling tributaries that could be connected to allow travel. But now- that sensation was magnified to a maddening extreme. He was at a center from which everything split, forwards and backwards, and he reeled from the sudden hyperawareness as he realized that his prior lack thereof hadn't been a lack of ability - it had been a safeguard in itself, and he frantically clutched his head as he tried to force it to re-engage through will alone.

It did not.

He stared into nothing with eyes that blazed red, except it wasn't nothing - it was an ocean, through which he was being subsumed, drowning, being-

No. No. No.

He wouldn't let this overwhelm him, not when there was so much to do. He shut his eyes tight - for all the good it did - and forced himself to breathe, to find some sort of center. To think not of what, necessarily, he was doing - but for a moment to remember why. 

Trust in me, he had begged Scarlett. Well, if there was ever a time to give her a reason to, this was why. And just thinking of her calmed him down, the way that she had still clung to him. The promise they had made to speak of so many things...and if he couldn't do even this, well. They'd never have the chance, would they?

So he took in a deep breath, then another - and then let go. He stopped fighting against the overwhelming multitude of awareness, and let it sweep over him like a storm. Again, it threatened to consume him, but determination mixed with desperation gave him an anchor to at least gaze through the storm.

And what a storm it was.

That which he had first parsed as light or dark, even while recognizing they weren't exactly colors - he was seeing glimpses, now, he realized. Heartbeats of heartbeats of moments that were slipping by as soon as they so much as touched his vision, too fast for him to parse but was this - was this what it was to look into time, as well as space? He halfheartedly reached out for one, but already, it was gone - and as he pulled his hand back, he made a face at himself. 

Focus, Victor. 

If this all started with Soner...then, logically, the first step would be to halt Soner in his tracks. Perhaps he could stop them from meeting, at all...?

As if reacting to his thoughts, there was a gold shimmer through the storm wall, and Victor could see the Meteora through it. Instinctively he moved forwards, to step through the spacebridge, except- his heart leapt into his throat as he caught sight of three figures speaking together in its garden, and he shrunk back before he could be spotted. With good reason, for the fractal energies about the spacebridge seemed...tangled, almost, and he felt a sense of uncertain dread.

Were there rules to this, he wondered? Reasons that Rhisling had safeguards? What if he met himself, what if something happened afterwards? There were so many things that could go wrong...

...but perhaps there was another way to accomplish this. He thought of Titanomachia once more, but this time, within its hallways - to where he had first met Logos. But as the gold began to manifest, he focused harder, remembering when he had left - when he, Soner, and Pravda had traveled down the lift. Surely, if he could manage that, then it would cause no tangles- he hadn't even been so much in contact with them after leaving, and yes, there was the archive, he stepped through and took a deep breath as the spacebridge closed behind him.

And it was at that moment he noticed his hands were trembling. He looked down with only mild surprise, brow furrowing as he flexed his fingers and noticed how pale his hands were. Nerves, or some side effect of whatever Soner had drugged him with...?

"Ne- burada ne yapıyorsun?"

His blood froze at the sound of Soner's accent, and he whirled around, instinctively reaching for Rhisling and hoping it would defend him once more - but the man who was standing in the hall behind him was not Soner, and his gold eyes shone bright in surprise at the energies coalescing about Victor's hand. With a sigh of relief, Victor let them dissipate, trying not to collapse from the sheer weakness that followed. 

The man took another look at his hand, then back at Victor, brow furrowing in confusion. After another moment, Victor recognized him as one of Titanomachia's guards - a slightly older man with a mustache of his own, fez-wearing as well, but clearly unrelated to the one who had manipulated Victor so. And belatedly, he realized the man was probably expecting a response. Did he even speak English-? Victor swallowed, going for the first thing he thought of-

"Logos. Please- Lida. Logos. I need to speak with her, immediately." 

The name, at least, brought recognition - and though visibly suspicious, the man whistled for another, gesturing for Victor to wait in place as another guard arrived and traded a few words. Victor gladly leaned against the wall, slowly sinking into a sit as he buried his face in his hands and simply breathed until a familiar voice caught his ears-

"Victor?"

It was Hektor - and behind him, with another guard, Lida. Both seemed more than a little perplexed, but as Victor rose to his feet, he held up a hand to forestall any comment. "I know, I just left- I think?" At the bemused nod from Hektor, he took a deep breath, for now, now was the real test of ability- convincing them that he wasn't, indeed, mad. 

Before he could get too in-depth in his explanation, however, Lida had him brought to the same room where he had first opened the spacebridge to bring the others through. She also had some kind of hot drink brought to him - and she, Hektor, as well as the two guards listened as he spoke.

Soner is a Quintesson spy. Everything he knows about you, he has shared with them. Every operation you have in progress is in danger.

And in what was perhaps the biggest surprise of all - Lida had simply nodded once the news had been translated, made a series of hand gestures, and the guards had dispersed. Victor closed his eyes, not daring to doubt his good fortune and only holding the drink in hands that had barely steadied - up until the sound of her clearing her throat caught his attention, and she slid the tablet towards him.

I am sorry we did not realize before. I would not have sent him with you if I did.

I know. But I'm surprised you believe me so easily. 

And at that? Lida simply smiled, taking her time to scribe a new message before sliding it back to him. I told you that you remind me of someone from before the war. But you also remind me of someone from the war.

At first, Victor didn't understand. Then, like a bolt of lightning, the implications hit him, and his eyes widened as he looked up at her, then back at the message, then slowly pointed at himself. Had she...?

Lida's smile softened, but she did not nod or shake her head. Instead, she merely gave him one more message.

Take your time to rest. But remember that you have more work to do.

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His next stop was a bit 'later' - relatively speaking. For, if he remembered correctly, it had been some time before he had first tasted Soner's drug - but it was better to be safer than sorry. But he was sorry for another reason as he stepped back into what were 'his' quarters and was immediately greeted by a shout of surprise.

"Victor! You said you'd keep in touch, and it's been days!"

Victor winced at Sadie's scolding, her voice a sharp reminder of that which he'd left to atrophy during his travels!...but he recovered as quickly as he could, offering a wan smile at the young girl pressing her fists firmly on her hips. "I'm sorry," he said, meaning every ounce of the words, "there's...been a lot that's happened, my dear. But I need to speak with Primus and Magnes, urgently - have you seen either of them?"

She tossed her hair, opening her mouth to say something before shutting it and giving him another measuring look. Perhaps something in his demeanor forestalled any of her normal attitude, or perhaps there was something else - either way, Sadie nodded, beckoning him to follow. "Monsieur Aillard and Primus were talking with the doctors, and I can go find Mister Trentin?"

"Please." Relieved that she, too, wasn't pushing him for the moment, he followed her into the tunnels. They had been widened, all the material they'd excavated months ago (or far more recently? A headache was starting to form) giving way to paths wide enough to transport supplies - and serve as choke points at certain locations. Victor caught sight of more than one bunker-like hole where a sniper or other soldier could easily be stationed to hold off an attack, but in his heart, wondered if that would be enough for another full-scale Quintesson assault - if nothing else, it would surely need them to evacuate again, and he wanted to avoid that if at all possible. 

Indeed, just the thought caused him a new sense of dread in his gut, and he flexed his fingers to keep them from trembling once more.

So when they arrived at the infirmary, and Sadie led him to the familiar forms of his friends, he wasted no time; "There's an emergency. We need Magnes as well." A glance towards Sadie, and she nodded before quickly skittering off, no doubt to find him - which was for the best, for it gave him a moment alone with the other two.

Aillard was looking concerned, and Primus- Primus, of all reactions, merely nodded. "Then now is the time?"

Both Aillard and Victor looked towards them, Aillard managing a questioning sound as Victor just...stared, before groaning softly. "Don't tell me," he said with a heavy sigh, reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose, "I've told you some of it already, haven't I?"

"Not from your perspective." Was Primus smiling? They were serious nonetheless, moving off to the side with Aillard trailing after. "But yes, we spoke before- or will speak. But you told me that you would tell me more now."

"Tell you what, when?" Aillard wondered, eyes wide as he looked from one to the other. "Are you saying- Primus, is this some of the power that-"

"-that I believed Victor was capable of, yes." The construct regarded Victor with a grim seriousness. "But I will remind you that those safeguards were there for reaso-" "Damn the reasons," Victor interrupted, gripping a fist to steady himself. "I'm not about to stand by while that bastard ruins everything we've worked for-!" Aillard looked at him in alarm, and even Primus tilted their head in silent query, and Victor let out another breath as he rubbed his face. "I'm sorry, I've...I'm trying to figure out what I can and can't do, and I haven't forgotten what you told me." The last was directed towards Primus, who nodded understandingly.

"All I can offer is that Rhisling itself should warn you if you are going too far. And that I trust if you are here in the first place, then you have a reason." 

"What do you mean, 'if he's here'?" a new - yet familiar - voice cut in. "Aren't you supposed to be halfway to Jeddah by now?"

Heads turned towards Magnes, who was approaching with his hair pulled back in a rough ponytail and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows - by how quickly he'd arrived, he'd likely had been working nearby. Good fortune for that, but Victor didn't look forward to what he had to share. Grimacing, he looked from Aillard, to Primus, to Magnes, and briefly to Sadie before realizing there was no way to keep her from knowing - then, he spoke.

We've been compromised.

And though Magnes was livid at the news, more than ready to strangle someone - Victor wasn't certain if he was more furious at Soner or Victor himself - Aillard's quick suggestion that they use the tablets as a means of disinformation soothed him somewhat. Primus's reassurance that they could easily create a false base to send their hunters on a wild goose chase was enough to calm both him and Victor down, allowing Aillard time to pull Victor aside and ask a question of his own;

"Is Pravda all right? How has she fared, through all this?"

It wasn't a question Victor could easily answer, and his hesitation was noticed; Aillard's expression grew glum. Unwilling to leave things at that, and trusting Aillard would at least be frank with him, Victor shut his eyes for a long moment before speaking. "I have been...unkind to her, as of late. And I cannot blame all of it on Soner." For perhaps he was drugged, but - that did not excuse his treatment, did it?

Aillard reached up to squeeze his shoulder, a wordless encouragement to continue. But Victor shook his head, also unwilling to go into things here and now, when there was still so much to do. He reached up to take that hand, giving Aillard a strained smile of reassurance.

"I will apologize to her when this is over," he promised, "and hope that she will allow me to earn her faith once more."

Aillard tilted his head, his concern clear. "And you are certain we cannot make things easier for either of you? To communicate through the tablets, to warn you-"

At that, Victor shook his head quickly. "I don't want to risk things going awry," he explained, thinking back to the tangle of energies that had surrounded Rhisling's portal when he had considered interfering with Titanomachia. Rhisling itself should warn you if you are going too far, Primus had said, and he wasn't about to ignore something like that when he barely had any idea of what he was doing. "And- as it is, Primus has already given me a clue to where I need to go next." 

Need. Not should. For if he'd already spoken with Primus - he'd inadvertently chained himself into this path, hadn't he? Unless it was done later, because he hadn't the foggiest of ideas when Lida had met him during the war, but- no, he'd worry about that another time. For now, Aillard was letting out a heavy breath of his own. 

"Then- I will speak with Sadie, and help her understand." The girl had quietly disappeared earlier, and though Victor longed to speak with her - something in him pushed to keep going. Keep going before he lost the momentum and couldn't bring it up again.

With a few soft words of gratitude, Victor stepped into Rhisling once more.

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He'd meant to be earlier, yes- but he didn't want to risk encountering himself (for what if that was one of the safeguards?), and so Victor dared go back even further, before the evacuation to when he and Mina had been traveling to the Hellfire Caves. But perhaps he was weary, perhaps he was sloppy, perhaps something else - because as he stepped out into the tunnels below London, he heard a cry that sent a shiver down his spine-

"Hold!"

Immediately, he flattened himself backwards against the wall, desperately hoping he wouldn't be noticed by either the warriors standing against the Quintessons, firing in a frantic attempt to hold their ground...or the small group of people being protected by them, all of whom were painfully familiar. Primus. Sadie.

And his own form, wincing as it reached forth for Rhisling. Victor watched in morbid fascination as those fingers blurred, but nothing happened. No shining portal. No shapes to frame a door...

Perhaps...

As despair grew over his past-self's face, Victor took a breath and allowed his own hand to raise, too. Praying that the shadows would cover his motion, he reached forth for what now seemed so simple in comparison, traveling through space as opposed to the combination of space and time...

And just like that, Rhisling's golden glow shone like a beacon to guide them all to their new home.

Victor allowed himself the thinnest of smiles as he watched himself and his friends flee through it, though the smile faded as the Quintessons moved through the blockade. And as Pravda and Magnes half threw themselves, half tumbled into the portal- he turned back for the wall, letting that portal shut in the Quintesson's faces as he opened another one to travel just a bit further back.

At least, here and now - he had proof that he could do something with this. Perhaps there was still the question of if his other changes would have any effect, but...something else was already probing into his thoughts, some whisper of a wonder;

Are there others I can save?

[apricotgojo]

hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing. 

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez. 

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

  his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

 ‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

  ‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

 Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

 Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

 You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly.  “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you.  “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 134

Hello, everyone! Heads up, I’ll probably not do a progress update next Saturday, as I’ll not be home and doing it with my phone is annoying and dumb. Stay tuned for a spoilery glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure Gone Mini at the end.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 55 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 18th of August. Chapter 56 is finally done, although unfortunately it wasn’t done for last Wednesday. I thank my readers for being patient and waiting yet another week for it<3 I’ll be leaving for a vacay on Monday evening, so I shall post the chapter on that day instead of making you guise wait another week until I’m back home. TL;DR: the scheduled posting date is 20th of September, and a bit earlier than my usual time too.

Only the epilogue left after the next chapter!

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 28 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 27th of November. Chapter 29 is technically written, but I’ll need to look it over to see if I want to tweak it before I can call it done. The scheduled posting date is Some Friday, and there will be a sneak-peek on the Previous Thursday. Chapter 30 is half-done as well.

Note to new people who might be looking at this: I’m not taking prompts anymore. These will be the last chapters, and then the fic will be done.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Revalink chapter fic (Zelda BotW) (This is planned to be the next fic I’ll spend my writing hours on, once Mini is done)

A bunch of Hazbin oneshots and chapter fics, some started, some just on the idea phase. There’s… there’s a lot…

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Closer up, Sidon looked a little worse for wear. He had a fresh scratch on his left bicep, and there was a rip on the arm fin of the same arm. Link assumed he had fought back when the Vaatians initially attacked them, after Link ran. Sidon didn't have his spear or his fire rod, but his bag was still on his person. It made sense that his weapons had been taken, but Link was grateful they had let Sidon keep the rest of his belongings, because it truly would have stank to have to replace everything again. "Hi, Wildberry", Sidon said cheerfully once Link and the Vaatians with their prisoner stopped in front of each other. "I'm so happy to see you're alright!" Link smiled at him, then looked at the Vaatians. The swordsman stayed by Sidon, and the mage lowered their rod in order to extend a hand towards Link. "Give me the Cap." Link deliberately hesitated, gripping the rim of the Cap and biting his lip, before flicking his eyes at Sidon in a show of being unsure. He needed Sidon to act instantly once this Vaatian touched the hat, but he had no way to convey a message, not even with eye movements; not in the presence of enemies. He could only hope Sidon was ready to act on his own. He looked at the mage and visibly steeled himself before holding out the item-of-too-much-Hylia-damned-interest with his left hand. The Vaatian's fingers took a firm grip of shining cloth and the light underneath Link's fingers faded and migrated to the spot the Vaatian was touching.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturd- actually, probably not. But the one after for sure!

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Promises ❤

a/n: I’m writing another one guys and in this one will be with some sexual content. Thank you again for your support and I hope you will gonna love it. I’m sorry for my bad writing, I’m trying to improve it.  Kisses 🌻

Content: Arón and reader are going together in their first vacay in Sicily.   

Warnings: smut (+18), bad language, bad writing and that’s all I think. Don’t read it if you are a sensitive person. 

Word count :1.589

Arón Piper x Reader

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The airport is full of people who are arriving and who want to departure. I’m holding my boyfriend’s hand in mine and we are going to our gate. It’s 7 a.m., I’m so sleepy and tired because my lovely boy kept me busy all night. I still feel the touches and every kiss on my body. I rubbed my tights together and trying to calm my intern fire who is growing inside me. He smirks at me when he figured out what I’m doing.

 “Soon baby, soon I’m gonna destroy your...” But he is interrupted by the lady who announce our flight. “These are just words, I want facts” I tease him and he groans. “You are playing with fire, baby and sometimes I’m not a very patient man.”

 We are finally in our seats and Aron fell asleep when the plane is taking off. I smiled when I remembered how we met. It was one year and half ago but it feels like yesterday. Me and Aron met at a Netflix event and I know him from before but we never talked. My friend, Danna present me to him at that event and we started talk every day. At a certain moment he invited me on a date. We gone at a beautiful rooftop restaurant, we eaten pasta and listen to a guy who were playing the guitar.  After the diner we have gone to his apartment but it took a lot of time to him to enter in my pants. I still laughing when I’m thinking at that period. He wanted me so bad and I wanted him too, but my dad is so strict and if he finds out that I’m not virgin anymore, he will kill me and Aron.

We are going to spend 5 days in Sicily and I asked him if he wants to come with me and visit my family. He didn’t answer me yet but I’m patient. My parents want to meet him and I want him to see where I was grown up. We've been together for a year and that’s our first vacation.  We rented a little Italian house on the beach which has a nice patio and a barbeque.

When the flight attendant wants to pass by with the food and drinks cart, I woke up my boyfriend with a kiss. He shakes his head  dissatisfied and groans. “We arriving?” Aron opened that beautiful eyes and looked at me curious. “No baby, we still have an hour.” “Do you want something to eat?”  He looks at me wearily and grins. “I want you, baby girl” Aron bit my lower lip and continuing to smile perfectly. The old woman next to us looks at us ugly, and we laugh out loud.

 I already love this house. The view from the patio is breathtaking. We have a swimming pool, a little kitchen, a cozy bedroom when my babe pushes me on top of the bed. Aron puts himself on top of me and takes of my t-shirt. “I love when you ware this lace bra.” He mumbled and takes off a strap and kisses me on the shoulder. “Baby, I need to take a shower” I said and I smiled softly. “Plus, you are sweaty too” I laugh and I get up. “You are telling me that I’m dirty?”  I let Aron alone and I entered in the bathroom. After a long and relaxing shower, I return in the room but my baby is no longer here.  I forgot that we have an outdoor shower and I’ve seen Arón washing his perfect body. I walk naked and I hugged him from behind. He moans when my hands walk up and down on his torso.

 “Don’t tease me, amor, because I can’t handle any more” he groans and turns me around. He pushed my body on the wall and pressed himself on my back. I feel his boner on my ass and I let a lightly moan heard. Arón is kissing the back of my neck and he’s playing with my nipples. “Arón, please” I moaned. “What do you want me to do, baby? Just tell me.” He knows that I don’t talk dirty that much but now he makes me feel like I’m in heaven.

 “Just fuck me, daddy.” And that’s was enough to wake up his inner monster. He bends me and I feel his head at my wet spot. “¡Joder! You are so tight, baby” Both of us moan when he pushes his cock inside me. He slapped my butt and continue to make love with me like the world is gonna ending. He is pushing harder and harder and I'm moaning louder and louder. He finger is teasing my clit and my hands are looking for support on the wall. At the end when we both came, I almost fall if he wasn’t there to catch me.

 “I warned you, baby girl” He smiled at me as I managed to stand. My legs were still shaking from the strong orgasm. “I love you, mi amor” I said and he kissed me. “I love you more, princesa.” “Let me clean your beautiful body.”

After we were clean enough, again, we are going to eat something in center. I dressed up with a pair of with shorts and a very short top. I found my boyfriend on the couch, who is making a story on Instagram. I love at him this think, when he put that grumpy face on and in real life is a piece of joy. I jump on him and start kissing that grumpy face. Arón starts laughing and kiss me too. “I’m going to post this, (Y/N).” I disapproved. “We discussed this already, Arón, I want to keep our relation private.” “Our friends and parents know, it’s enough” I said and he is looking upset and sad. We decided when we were starting our relationship that we are gonna keep it very private because people talk shit. “You are afraid with no reason, (Y/N), is not like the world is going to end if everybody is knowing that we are together.” “Fuck, babe” I injured and we start to fight on this subject. “I’m not sufficient for you?” When Arón asked me that I started to cry. “No, it’s not that, I don’t know how to say it…” But he didn’t stay to hear me stammering. He took his pack of cigarettes and left the house. I collapsed on the floor and I started to cry louder. What a fucked day. I get up and take my keys. This problem is because of me and I need to fix it before I lose Arón.

I walking down the shore searching my boyfriend and I found him sitting on the golden sand. “Arón, I’m sorry baby.” I started and he looked at me smoking a cigarette. “I want to tell you that I’m afraid of losing you my love. I think that once we declare our love, we are going to split. Sounds stupid, I’m stupid.” I said I sit next to him. “You aren’t stupid, (Y/N)” “You aren’t going to lose me, because I love you” he whispers. We kiss softly and going back home. This day was exhausting.

 Next day in the morning I took my phone and I made a photo of Arón while he was sleeping. I uploaded on my Instagram and in 2 seconds my phone is full of notifications. I get up to start the day letting Arón in bed.  He spreads through the sheets but doesn’t wake up. I made some pancakes and a coffee and now I’m waiting for him. While I’m waiting, I’m reading some messages from fans.

“What do you do, (Y/N)?” He scared me when he entered. “Just pancakes and coffee” I responded. “No, babe, why you posted that picture of me” Arón looks happy about the post and I smiled.” It was the right time” I stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “I love your smell” he’s smirking “You smell like pancakes and that makes me want to eat you.” He picks me up on the counter and takes off my panties. “Don’t you want to real food first?” I giggled when Arón kissed my inner tight. “This is fucking real food” I screamed when lick my clit and push a finger inside me. “You are dripping wet, my love” I moaned when he puts the second finger inside me. “¡Joder!” I scream when I came in his mouth. “You are such a naughty girl.” Arón whispers on my lips and pressed them on mine.  

 We spend the rest of the day chilling, going to the beach, walking to the historical center and making a lot of photos. Now I’m packing because tomorrow morning we are living. Arón is reading a script for a new series and I ‘m listening music while I’m picking up our skin care products from the bathroom.

 “Babe” Arón yelled from bedroom. “Came here” I entered in the room and now he is looking on my laptop. “They canceled our flight.” “What?” He showed me but I’ve seen two tickets booked for a flight to Napoli. “I think you misunderstanding, love, there is writing that we are going to Napoli” he didn’t say anything, just smirks at me. “We are going to Napoli? At my family?” Arón approves and I started to jump up and down.” Oh my god, I love you so much” “I love you too, princesa.” 

[anistarrose]

Don’t Hang Up Yet, I’m Not Done (TAZ Balance AU)

Summary: Tres Horny Boys have the Red Robe’s phone number, continued. This time, Merle and Taako make some calls.

Warnings: Dissociation

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18979621/chapters/45066238

A sequel to this fic, which was in turn inspired by this art by @mspainttaz!

***

The next call Barry gets is in the late afternoon several weeks later, and once again, something tells him exactly who’s going to be on the other end of the line before he even moves to pick it up.

(Then again, it’s barely been an hour since he gave Merle that cryptic nod, so it’s not exactly difficult to guess the reason for the call.)

“You saved my kids,” Merle whispers, sounding dumbstruck even now. “Why?”

“I — I just — why wouldn’t I? I had the power to stop innocent people from getting hurt. Of course I saved them.”

“Well, that’s real altruistic of you,” Merle murmurs. Bit by bit, his normal enthusiasm creeps back into his voice as he continues: “Not sure how you’re supposed to reconcile that worldview with making the Relics, though. Too bad I can’t cast Zone of Truth over the stone, ha!”

“Yeah, it’s a real shame,” Barry replies. “Anyways, you need to teach your kids to be more careful. Odds are I won’t be around during the next… freak accident.”

“Yeah, their passive perception stinks,” Merle agrees with a sad laugh. “Or at least Mookie’s does, as much as I love the little fireball. Mavis is a bright little thing when she’s not busy looking after her brother — she reads at a college level, you know! Probably gonna make a hell of a wizard one day!”

“Give it to me like you would under Zone of Truth, Merle — did you call me just to brag about your kids?”

“Don’t tell my boss,” Merle answers in a hushed whisper. “I’ll get my employee phone plan revoked!”

Barry struggles to stifle a laugh. “Merle Hightower Highchurch, calling up the enemy to have a friendly chat? What would the Director think?”

Merle laughs too, the irony lost on him. “You know, you’re a much better conversationalist today than you were the first couple times we met. What’s up with that?”

“Uh… I dunno, social anxiety? How’s life on the moon treating you?”

“It’s got its perks. Apparently the gravity is low enough up there that my spinal cord decompressed, so now I’m a millimeter taller — and trust me, I know it doesn’t sound like much, but we dwarves have to take what we can get!”

“I can imagine.” An idea occurs to Barry — it’s a long shot, but worth a try. “How about the gnomes — are there any gnomes up there? How are they doing with the gravity situation?”

“Well, Leon doesn’t ‘like’ me or ‘the crew I hang with’ so I don’t really talk to him. And Davenport, well…”

Barry very nearly short-circuits his Stone of Farspeech as sparks of magic course through his form and down his sleeves. “What about Davenport? How is he?”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and Barry gets a bad feeling that he came across as a little too invested in Davenport’s well-being.

His fears are confirmed when Merle asks: “What, do you know him?”

“Just heard the name in passing,” Barry lies. “Never met him, but most names from the Bureau that I hear in passing end up belonging to pretty important people. What’s his — what does he do for your operation up there?”

“You know, I’ve never really thought about it before, but — if we could make this our little ‘Truth Zone’ here, for just a second — I’m not really sure why Lucretia hired him in the first place. All he can say is his own name, and he always seems kinda anxious about one thing or another — again, I never know what, since he can’t really talk.”

Barry doesn’t know how to reply.

“Damn good at cards, though! You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a good game of yooker these days — or even chess, for that matter. You play either?”

“No.” Barry’s pretty sure that Merle and Davenport are the only people in the planar-verse who know how to play the game they’ve dubbed “yooker.” And he doesn’t even want to think about that chess remark.

“Darn. Well, I should probably get going — I can’t miss karaoke night with the boys. We’ve been trying all month to get Lucretia to join us, and she finally let it slip that she hasn’t got anything going on this evening!”

“Oh. Well, uh… don’t let me keep you from that, then. Nice talking to you.”

After he switches his stone off, Barry adds in a whisper: “Wish I could join you.”

***

“Sup, Little Red Riding Robe?”

“Don’t call me that,” the Red Robe groans. From the other end of the line, Taako hears the faint rustling of papers — his call must have interrupted something. He doesn’t feel too bad about it, though.

“What, would you rather be the Big Bad Wolf?” Taako asks. “I thought I was doing you a solid and painting you in a sympathetic light!”

“You know what, fine. Little Red Riding Robe it is,” the Red Robe replies. The hostility in his voice begins to dissipate as he goes on. “Tell me, Taako — is this just another prank call?”

Taako chuckles. “Oh, you wish. See, I stumbled across a piece of info that might just interest you…”

He pauses, waiting to see how the Red Robe reacts, but he’s met with silence.

“I’ve got your number, Riding Robe, idiomatically and literally. So this afternoon I took a quick vacay to the Stone of Farspeech service provider’s offices, cast a few Charm Person spells, and figured out just what name that number was registered to. Pretty clever, huh?”

It might just be Taako’s imagination, but it feels like the silence grows a little more tense.

“Now tell me, who’s this Sildar Hallwinter guy?” he asks. “Is that an alias, or did you just mug a dude and take his phone?”

The Red Robe chuckles. “Huh. That’s some genuinely impressive sleuthing — then again, I should’ve expected as much from you, Taako.”

“Well, uh, to tell you the truth… it was technically Angus’s idea — you ever hear about him? The boy detective? Little snoop was going through my dresser and found the paper I jotted down your number on, and dragged me into this quest to track down your true identity.”

“And does he think this case has been cracked wide open by this new info?”

“No. He’s pretty sure Hallwinter isn’t your real name — and don’t tell him I said this, but I trust him on that one-hundred percent. He’s pretty good with this stuff.”

“What did you really call me about if you’re so sure, then?”

What if she’s just gone?

“Well, I —”

Who?

“I…”

I can’t remember her face, Taako!

Whose face?!

Please, Taako, just kill me!

“Taako? Taako, are you with me?”

He doesn’t feel like he’s with anyone. Even lying on his bed, beneath a pile of heavy blankets he doesn’t remember arranging, he still can’t stop shivering. He’s so cold, and so, so alone.

He clutches the Umbra Staff close to his chest, close to his heart. It’s the only warm thing he can feel.

“Please, Taako, can you say something?” the disembodied voice continues. It sounds like it’s trying very hard to stay calm, and mostly succeeding. “Tell me what’s happening? I have Merle and Magnus’s numbers — I can call them if you need someone to come help —”

It also sounds very familiar, but trying to place it makes Taako feel like he’s teetering over the edge of a void, about to lose his balance and plunge into darkness.

“W-who is this?”

“It’s me, Taako, it’s… it’s the Red Robe.”

Taako’s eyes finally land on the Stone of Farspeech at the corner of his bed, and hesitantly extends a hand towards it. It’s not quite as warm as the Umbra Staff — but it’s certainly not cold, either. He pulls it closer, wrapping his fingers around it.

The Red Robe lets out a short, sad chuckle, which the speaker garbles a little bit. “There are some who call me Little Red Riding Robe. Or Sildar Hallwinter.”

“Sh-shit.” Their earlier conversation returns to Taako quickly, as he tries to sit up in bed. His teeth are still chattering slightly when he tries to speak. “I — I dunno what just happened. I just b-blacked out —”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. It’s not your fault.” There’s a pause. “Hey, do you think you can you tell me a little more about Angus? He seems like a bright kid —”

“He is. B-been picking up magic real fast too. He’s a nosy little shit who never stops asking questions to all two dozen of his adoptive moon parents and I’m so glad Lucretia hired him.”

“He was right about Sildar Hallwinter being an alias, you know. Did he say what tipped him off?”

“He’s got contacts in the police force planetside like you wouldn’t believe. There was hardly anything in any of their files about Sildar, so we talked to Johann and he told us that name never got fed to the Voidfish. From there, Angus just figured that no real person would have that little info about them floating around.”

“Huh. That makes sense. Did Merle and Magnus come along for this adventure, or was it just the two of you?”

“Nah, Magnus was hanging with Carey and Merle was napping. I could hear him snoring from a room away.”

“What about the Director? I’m assuming you didn’t mention this to her?”

“Oh, hell no. She’d throw us straight in the brig if she ever learned how long we’ve had your number without telling her.”

“Yeah, I figured. I trust Merle and Magnus are doing well?”

“Yeah, they’re… well, actually… okay, look. I probably shouldn’t be telling you of all people about this, but something’s been off about Magnus lately. I thought I was imagining it at first, but now I’m pretty sure he’s trying to avoid the Director — which is actually kinda hard these days, since she’s been overseeing our training more and more. And he’s been really awkward around Johann, too. I’ve never seen him like this, and… I’m kinda worried.”

The Red Robe goes silent for a moment. “Well… what happened in Refuge must have been hard on him. I’m sure he’ll feel better soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. He’s pretty tough…” Part of Taako feels guilty for revealing so much to the Red Robe, but part of him doesn’t want to hang up. Magnus and Merle are already fast asleep — what if he blacks out again, and no one’s on the phone to talk him out of it?

Then again… is that what the Red Robe is aiming for? To gain Taako’s trust, and act so supportive that Taako can’t help but reveal sensitive information during a late-night, emotionally vulnerable ramble?

No, Barry wouldn’t do that. If he wants information, it’s just because he’s worried about you.

“Well, this has been a great chat, Riding Robe,” Taako says with an exaggerated yawn. “But I’ve got to get to bed. You never know if tomorrow will end up being a long day of saving the world.”

“You do that,” the Red Robe tells him. “And remember, you can always call me back if you need to.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. G’night.”

***

Magnus’s body is gone, and it’s Barry’s fault.

(Strictly speaking, it’s the fault of the Animus Bell. It taunts him even now, tucked safely away in the possession of the Reclaimers, calling to him and promising to ensure his family survives when the Hunger comes. To bring Lup back from whatever worse-than-undeath fate she met. But Barry recognizes enough of his own voice in his Relic to know that it’s lying.)

Barry made the bell, he put it out into a world that was not his own, and both that world and his family paid dearly.

I’m going to find a way to get your body back, Magnus. I promise.

“I think we deserve some answers from you,” Magnus slowly declares, still holding his detached mannequin arm in his remaining hand. Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem angry — just tired.

Oh Magnus, you don’t know the half of it, Barry thinks. He doesn’t say anything, but he nods to Magnus and then holds out his hand, creating an illusory Stone of Farspeech in his skeletal palm.

And one by one, without exchanging any words between each other, the three Reclaimers hand their stones over — first Magnus, slowly and solemnly; then Merle, with a guilty look on his face; and finally Taako, hesitant as he begins to raise his hand but resolute by the time he plucks the stone from his ear.

Barry flicks his hand, and the devices shatter.

“I’ll buy you new ones soon,” he promises. “But let’s get you those answers first.”

[iamalivenow]

One?” She's being childish, she knows, pressed tightly to the wall with a hand over her mouth. It wouldn't be hard to spot her from any of the second-floor windows, if he wanted to, but he's on the grounds of the cathedral, looking for his... his tutor, and for once in her short life, One wants to give him other teachers. She can hear him getting closer, but she stays flat, closes her eyes, and stops breathing.

Almost like a child's game of hide and seek, she realizes. Good- Good, he could do with some momentary fun. She'll teach him the concept later, maybe even later today while they're getting ready for bed, or over dinner, or over any of the million other moments, she has with him that aren't right now. She hears guard armor crossing the courtyard not too far from here, and it startles him more then either of them expect. He's gone in an instant, silent but no longer in the garden and One slides down the wall ignoring how filthy her robes will get. “Aren't you supposed to be the adult?” If she was anyone else, she'd be up in the air by now. “Only by a year.” One brushes her knees clean and chances a glance at Gabriella. Her face feels warm- how did she manage to miss her? Even putting their pact aside for the moment, Gabriella isn't exactly quiet. Or stealthy. Or small. “Poor baby.” The dragon moves closer, her claws dragging through the garden dirt, a few patches of flowers One hasn't learned the name of yet uprooted in her path. “Need a vacay?” “Maybe just a break.” Gabriella does something that sounds like snickering, if she had the vocal cords for it. She stretches one wing out for her, and One doesn't waste the opportunity, standing up and brushing herself off as well as she can before she climbs on the dragon's back. “Where to, princess?” “Ah-” She really didn't think this far ahead- she has meetings in just a few hours too, meetings that definitely can't be moved- “As far away as I can get, got it.” “No- that's-” But her fingers dig into the ridges of scales in front of her before Gabriella lifts into the air, wings already beating too hard to justify getting off. “Gabriella-” “What?” Her voice echos more through the pact then through the air, wind already rushing, deafening. What could she say really- “You know I can tell how tired you are right? You're so bad at hiding shit from me.” The pact mark radiates warmth along her spine. “Just take a nap. Do you want me to promise that I won't drop you?” The city streams by below them in gray blurs. “I trust you.” “Yeah you do.” Gabriella dips forward, and One has no choice by to lie flat against her scales. One closes her eyes more to keep them from drying with the wind resistance than to take a nap. Obviously. She's not crazy, sleeping on something while it's zipping around at ludicrous speeds with no way to hang on is just suicidal. She's not Zero. But with her eyes closed and pressed so close against Gabriella, it's easier to breathe, there's no denying that. She turns her head until an ear is pressed right against the dragon's scales, One thinks she can hear blood rushing under the tough hide. But then, it could just be the wind. So... she falls asleep anyway. Not smart. Not good. Very stupid. Exceptionally bad, even. “Wake up, kid.” Gabriella's voice is the softest she's ever heard it, and One can chastise herself later. “You like the ocean, right? Who doesn't like the ocean.” Once her eyes adjust to the light, she realizes they're up on a cliff side overlooking the ocean, bright grass and clusters of wildflowers around them. They can't be that far from Five's kingdom. The view is breathtaking. She's glad she's sharing it with her pact partner. She climbs off of her, legs a little shaky, and Gabriella laughs a little when One settles in the grass staring out at the water and the sky. “Any reason for here?” She asks while the dragon settles near her, one wing still outstretched- to shield her from the wind, One realizes. To keep her warm. One tucks against the hard scale before either of them lose their nerve. Not that Gabriella ever would. The dragon shrugs, no small motion, almost jerking One up to her feet. “The view's not bad.” “Ah-” One looks out into the great blue again and then back to Gabriella, the way the gentle sun bounces off of her scales, the subtle gradient of deep purple that bleeds into black, the way every breath makes it feel like the world is shaking. “It's lovely.” “Knew you'd like it.” “You know me very well.” Like when she desperately needs a break and won't let herself have one. Or like now, after she's been spirited away to some far off land, to the most beautiful spot she's ever seen. “Well, we're meant to be smart and all that.” There's a barely-there sound, one that, if she wasn't leaning on Gabriella the way she was, One wouldn't have heard. Or felt. A pleased sigh leaves the dragon. Her pact mark feels good. Warm and solid at the base of her spine. “The smartest person I know.” She says because it's true. “You don't know a lot of people.” That's also true. “Smarter than me.” “Oh, that's a given.” But there's no bite behind it, not even the usual teasing edge that One is so used to. So fond of. “Maybe, you'll get here one day.” They both know she won't. The millennia that separates them, even if she had the time for it would never come. The thing that keeps her alive, that keeps her sisters alive, is going to demand too much one day. And they've already agreed on the course of action once it gets to that. But she can imagine, now, on the cliffside tucked into Gabriella's side, centuries spent with her. One can imagine a so very many great things, and her face warms with the thought of some of them and her heart with the rest. “Maybe.” Gabriella turns her head, one big eye staring at her now, in a way that's hard to hide from. “Chin up- as far as humans go, you're pretty smart.” “Not human.” It's an knee jerk reaction if ever there was one. “Pretty dumb for a not human then. But hey, I like you well enough.” And what else matters? One smiles, and lets her eyes close slowly because here, on stable ground? At Gabriella's side? Maybe finally, resting was a good and safe idea. “Are you using me as a bed?” “You're very comfortable.” “I know.”

[tsunderebird]

uh i’m just gonna like write some stuff out i’m feeling def tmi

tired of cooking

tired of cleaning

tired of feeling so tired in the evening

tired of the tireless life that i’m leading

tired of only feeling good when i’m sleeping

tired of peace but i’m tired of aggression

tired of nobody teaching motherfuckers a lesson

everytime i’m back in the same old same old

lost all of my drive and my inner fire stays cold

not a lot of good even when i give my best 

just a zero dollar payout on a thousand dollar bet

i’m not a fucking maid learn to clean up your own mess

you don’t get to treat my ass with disrespect

i am not your mother and i certainly don’t wanna be

it is not my job to slave away to this economy

i am not the answer to your ego masturbation nor should i allow you to take a shredder to my patience

what i wanna know is why you think that it’s fly to make other people slave away until they die

working whole lives and losing time back for money

cash don’t put sand back in the hourglass honey

catch me out in the forest busting logs with the skull visual

got my nazi stompers on pretend i’m strong enough to hit a dude

people spitting venom blocked by off brand beats

even on your skin though that shit gets into your meat

huffing second hand juul fuel from the fash hash vapers

i’m trying to elope alone not relate to old cis haters

cut the puppet strings and nasty things from which the earth hangs

turn the scissors around and clip them cleopatra terf bangs

snapped like the nose off a sandstone sphinx

trapped in my robe by a twenty three year jinx

when invaders mark your family tree and culturally devoid of anything

the sappy shit sticks when the heritage is hemmoraging

i don’t pretend to fit what maslow told me but i know i’d settle for a friend just to hold me

no i don’t think that it’s the cure to being lonely but it’s a damn sight better than the liberal baloney

another season gone i just add it to the pile i got minute sticks of kindling stacked by hours up a mile

matchstick “thwick” make a spark and watch the sparks fly

burning all your bridges ain’t a way to light the dark by

i got fifteen friends three of which are maybe paladins

the rest pass just clean enough for me to eat my salad with

i’m reinventing reinvention the wheel has been bespoke

yeti never rolling up except a blunt for him to smoke

what?

am i supposed to care

spent three years just to grow my hair

a split end dam to keep the rain and all the ghosts out

double dipping simple fixes when the problem is the host now

mask like a lock jawed fiend, smile real shiny but my teeth aint clean

depression’s a hell of a drug and anxiety’s a machine

stuck to the front of the bus while it careens

no i can’t tokyo drift

i barely slide by let alone to DMs

besides the jokes i might top

i got the drive to get by but my car’s in the shop

black paint scratch got the head lights busted

did i deserve this well fate says i must have

five months of punishment for five minutes of fun, now the black eyed peas didn’t pay my bills anyhow

sorry fergie

so what

things are worse and better batter up to bash the backwards anything

what’s a matter birdy find a marathon that aint worth finishing 

run anyway

the machine isn’t evil isn’t good it’s indifferent, too big to see the little ants are people isnt it

god’s whole job’s to crunch numbers

most of my hope is with my brother

what to do but find another

found fam holds fast but lasts like lost lovers

found what i felt may be fleeting

found once that feeling may be leaving

changes aren’t always but change is

how does a bird approach love when a wing to the sky doesn’t seem like it’s enough

brush up with the clouds when i catch a fresh zephyr

fall out of my self all depending on the weather

mother magic might just love me maybe my fault for playing the fast talker

passive case, under foot, not a leader but a stalker

peter piper picked a nonaggressive lonely voyeur

twisted arms and made her second hand to her employers

bow down now with your nose to the pavement

wonder every evening where the wonder and the days went

no i’m not an innovator no i’m not a rebel

i’m not a model citizen even if i’m not the devil

but i advocate a braver face and a stiff upper lip

smile too keen to ever clean off the shit

suck it up or stuff it lest your loss be for the brown nose

looking further for my feelings lost my nerve but i found those

i got crows on both shoulders, looking out while they’re looking older

never got the hang of things a sixth sense or a second guessing

at least i got a couple pals i truly count as blessings

like two face blind spirits in a gator skin trench coat

skinwalker’s worst nightmare and a magician’s best friend yo

pastel patchwork like a pink string puppet

dance around my heartstrings like she dances round a subject

read cards like a catalogue, pick a pair to ask reality

just assertive enough not to trust not enough to have a personality

bear emotional pollution like a literal cross

shoulder pain panging but my brain is at a loss

i’m under sand under water under the boat under the weather

no sight of the horizon i’ll tell you if it gets better

(that’s a red flag)

down with the kelp and fishes, slam dunk sump and i swish and spit it

don’t know if i’ll ever surface up just to sip the bilgewater

don’t know if i’ll ever get to be another person’s good daughter

but why bother to please the poison when they’re just another box for you to put your toys in

callous cavalry collides the second son’s a second coming thriving off the putrid plumes that sent the first one running

oh but she’s back. cruise ship shit and a panic attack. no she don’t work no she don’t pay bills but titty skittle kid here still pops the pills

lost any sense of true relaxation when a white twenty something needs a vacay from her vacation 

vampire pale from a five month sick day 

yes i’m feeling drained no i won’t be picking new prey

nitrous in the pressure cooker, black sludge in the stew pot

emotions somewhere in my stomach man she isn’t looking too hot

featherweight fighter fitness fits her the least

winging went poorly what she needs is teeth

[modernlcve]

*  —  stats —   leah silber !

* — basics !

full name:   leah danielle silber. nickname(s):   none. age:   twenty - six. date of birth:   december thirteenth. place of birth:   san diego,   california. gender:   female. pronouns:   she / her. sexual orientation:   bisexual. level of education:   high school graduate. ucsd drop out.

* — physical !

tattoos:  none. piercings:  ears pierced once. notable features:   she just looks... like she knows something. weakness(es):   none notable. scar(s):  one small scar on her temple.

* — domestic !

occupation:   novelist.   writing workshop instructor. residence:  lives in the tucana apartments. social class:   upper middle class. parents:   david silber,  age 60,   professor of earth sciences at ucsd, but he’s got a good sense of humor.   abigail silber,   age 53,  an interior designer that has made her name Well Known running the Top Tier of their jcc. siblings:   erica silber,   age 28,   leah’s older sister and a mother of one. former rivals that now spend an annoying amount of time facetiming. jamie silber,   age 19,   a moody teenager leah tries to connect with but also gets a kick out of embarrassing so.  mixed bag. extended family:   her father has sisters she’s close with,   but that’s about it.

* — personality !

positive traits:   ardent,   whip-smart,   high-spirited. negative traits:   sardonic,   self-involved,   incessant. myers-briggs ( x ):   estp;    the entrepreneur. temperament:   sanguine. moral alignment:   neutral good. horoscope:  sagittarius,   the archer. hogwarts house:  ravenclaw.

* — favorites !

movie:   best in show. tv show:   literally whatever is on tlc right now. book:   the corrections. drink:   rose vacay all day bae. food:   all bread yeah she’s basic. animal:   lions. color:   teal. song:   (you drive me) crazy by britney spears. artist:   cher. celebrity crush:   nick lachey,   obviously.

* — impressions !

first impression:  she’s charming.   unless you’re crazy l*ca, she’s got a way with words and an energy about her that’s able to pull people into her Orbit.  i’d like to think so maybe  everyone thinks she’s annoying on the down low.   self impression:   leah isn’t low on confidence.   she’s proud of what she’s accomplished in her life.   but she’s worried that she’s already peaked,   and maybe it’s got her for a  second a little worried and insecure. lover impression:   again,   she’s a charmer.   she likes to play like some coy and sophisticated Woman of Honor.    a notorious flirt-er and,   ultimately,   a personal hypeman for whoever she’s involved with.

* — et cetera !

turn ons:   confidence,   nice hair,   maybe a lil rebel streak. turn offs:   killjoys,   people who can’t keep up with her. drink/drugs/smoke:   yes/no/occasionally. dominant hand:   left. clean or messy:   messy. early bird or night owl:   early bird. hobbies or special talents:   new york times bestseller and also know way too much about early 2000s pop culture.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to carina bay? what do they like most about the town?

leah was born in san diego.  she moved to carina with wes for the project he’s working on.   she’s not used to small town living.   she’s always been in a city:   san diego,   new york,   los angeles.   she thinks carina is cute and quaint,   but she’s eager to get back to the hustle and bustle of somewhere with a little more life.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

leah’s family wasn’t old money, or technically even new money, but they were good at faking it.   they bumped elbows with high society,   and did their best to fit in.   they were never overbearing about it, but her parents always gently guided her towards what would help them keep up their appearance. she had to give them what they needed to talk about at her dad’s work mixers or when her mom had the ladies over for book club. she played the violin,   she kept her grades up,   and truly,   she didn’t mind.   she liked to give them things to brag about and ultimately,   that sort of desire for a clean composure rubbed off on her.   she typically surrounds herself with people that fufill that desire but she’s letting loose a lil in carina when in rome right?

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

leah’s biggest fear is that she’s washed up at twenty-six.   her publisher is getting antsy for a new book she just can’t write.   her career started with a skyrocket success,   but that’s a sort of momentum she just isn’t prepared to keep.   she’s scared that she got her big break too soon,   and now nothing she’ll ever do will ever compare to that One Great Thing.   the only person she’s told about this is her sister.   there’s a lot of ways she’s vulnerable with wes that she isn’t with others,   but for some reason,   it just doesn’t feel like something she can talk to him about.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

 that being said she’s still definitely in love with wes.   she may have considered herself in love before,  but being with him has been an Eye Opener to just how good things can be when you don’t make do dating mfa candidates or rich guys your parents know.   they just Get eachother in a way she never thought someone else could.   i don’t think she’s had a broken heart the ends of her past relationships shes been blase about frnakly.

05. your character is doing intense spring cleaning. what is easy for them to throw out? what is difficult for them to part with? why?

leah has the hardest time parting with anything written.   books,   magazines,   half empty notebooks,   letters,   newspapers.   words matter to her a lot and she likes to keep pretty much anything she’s every read just in case she needs to refer back to it one day and because she associates a lot of them with memories.   easier for her to get rid of are clothes because she’s got an ever-changing sense of style.   before carina she was doing a faux grunge thing and now she’s gone hardcore athleisure just depends on her state of mind babey.

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

trying to write and failing.   probably out in town somewhere bugging someone who also has something to do pretending she doesn’t and she can afford to be this free spirit hunting down inspiration.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

 she remembers the year her mother had to cancel her special rosh hashanah blow out when they lost power.   she waited til the last minute,   in vain hopes that the power would come back,   so there wasn’t time to make new plans.   but they were all ready for a night in already.   they lit some candles,   pigged out on all the snacks,   and broke out the scrabble board.  it was one of the few holidays they just hung out and didn’t have to worry about Entertaining and being a Shiny Perfect Family.

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

 leah is hard to upset.   she knows how to roll with the punches.   if anything,   her own insecurity upsets her more than anyone else could.   when she’s upset,   she likes to just check out for a little bit,   watch some mindless crap on tv or waste some time on social media.   gotta turn the brain off you know.

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

her mom was always baking muffins for Something:   pta,   neighborhood association,   jcc,   book club,   or just for shits.   apple walnut were her favorite,   that’s the smell she associates with her childhood kitchen now.

[kazamastar]

Welcome to 2019

Version 3.0 : Final Version - Wow. February and finally, the 9th is here. All of you my 488 followers can finally enjoy it (372 by the end of 2017). I’ve never been that late to write a sum up but it’s pretty obvious that if it took me so much time to do it, then deep down I didn’t want to do it. Indeed I was about to let that sink in and leave this post with the version 2.0. But I remembered I had one person to honor. And this is what this year 2018 is about : focusion on the good actions and the good people. Because spoiler alert : this year 2018 have been on some other level of shit. More than 2013, 2014 and 2017 combined.

Pic : Plot twist. No more smile. No more bowtie.

Well let’s do some quickmaths : as i said we upgraded from 372 to 488 followers (and roughly 2,241 posts). For the 9th time I have to say that I have mad love for y’all (except fake pr0n blogs, y’all aint shit). For the humans that still follow me : thank you. And I’ll have even more love for the poeple who read this until the end haha. I have to apologize because these last months my tumblr looks pretty much like a mess, between the heartbreaking lyrics, quotes, passive agressive posts than only a few people can understand ... And that’s all because of that one follower I lost (y’all understood it was an euphemism). But to be accurate, I don’t want this post to become another heartbreak post : there are already too much of them on my tumblr. Indeed, it’s one of the main contraints I forced myself to write under. Because “l’art naît de contraintes” (Art rises from contraints) like Van Gogh said. So : not another heartbreak post where I pour my heart out for a girl who won’t even read it (guess I’ve done enough with the Helsinki post).  But it’s kinda difficult because this break up is the main reason my 4 last months of 2018 (and on...) have been so so awful and so much things happened because of this. But nevermind I’ll do my best. I’ll do my best because like I said, this post is more about love. This break up surely made me less human, mistrustful, but still, I’m writting because I’ve seen beautiful actions that had to be honored. But we’ll see that later. What other contraints for this 9th sum up ? A young lady I’ve met this year challenged me to write 2 good things for 1 bad that happened to me this year. I’m sorry, I failed ahah. I found more good than bad, but that 2 for 1 ratio was a bit too much ahah. Désolé ma grande ;) And because of this, I had to have a kind of draft for writting, even though I always told myself these sum up needed to be written without drafts, to keep them kinda “natural”. Looks like I’m taking this more and more seriously haha. Well, when I say that this year have been worse than my 3 worst years combined this is not a joke. Have you ever told yourself for example “Wow I left all my stuff in the car, I would be deadly unlucky if someone would break into it and stole everything !” ...Yes, that’s that level of mischance. Because this happened to me btw. And that’s the spirit of this whole year. In “Welcome to 2016″ I remember talking about “mala suerte” ... that was bullshit, 2018 is the real mala suerte. The heartbreak of this year is the worst of my whole life by far, then I’ve been close to what I dreamt of in karate, what I fight for since 2011, had 2 chances to get it this year and I still not got it by a hair’s breadth. Dad got into a crash car, hopefully only the car got wrecked. (so sad it won’t take me again to Andorra haha) People kept on deceiving me. Close friends but also unknowns.

People close to me know how much I cherish friendship. If you’re my friend and you’re not doing well, then I’m already on my way to yours to fix you. No exceptions. Even faster if it’s because of a heartbreak, because heartbroken people should never feel lonely. It’s that simple. SO when I see fuckers I have been there for through ups, downs and heartbreaks and these people are not even able to give it back to me I can’t help being mad. And I don’t act like that in order to make people give that kindness back to me, that’s not the purpose. But I do hate ungratefulness. So, I had to go through a heartbreak again and I saw people disappear again. So that’s enough lines wasted talking about these people. I also have to talk about those who were there. In 2018 I also found an awesome training partner and got closer to her clan. That’s a positive energy I really needed on that 2nd half of 2018. Par ailleurs, tu liras surement jamais ça mais je me permets une parenthèse pour te dire encore une fois Merci Julie pour avoir sauvé ma vie. This kind of old friendship is priceless to me. We can also talk about some young friendship : in march I met someone (almost my best 2018, except I didn’t manage to define an encounter good enough to define it as the best of 2018) who made me go deeper into Tekken, making me getting closer to the Tekken community in Tls. Funny how I always dreamt of this when I was a kid and this is happening. Indeed I’m living the shonen life : I’m in a group (where I met some really lovely people), I’m not the strongest but hell I do what I can to improve and that’s begining to pay even if i won’t forget the 68-0 against sensei, and like in karate I still aim to the top. It’s funny to be inside another competitive world where people don’t have all the values we have in karate. Some of these Tekken people (in the whole country, not only in Toulouse) show off, are mean to each other etc ... And also like in karate, we admire asians for being the best to do it in the whole world. What else ? I became a karate teacher. Took me a bit of time, it wasn’t hard but just took me time and dedication. I still met some great people all along this experience. I made peace with the old pals, vacays together were really incredible. Some of the sweetest days of this year. One of the sweetest day this year was the day I worked hard as hell and went back “home” to the one I love. What a lovely feeling. But I guess we didn’t lived it the same way ... Then, I also had the chance to make a karate lesson in the 1st place I’ve been taught karate !!! This was outstanding because I love to give back to those who gave me, and I love to inspire people. So, it was such a pleasure to tell these kids “I was standing where you are now. I started like you and I’ve been getting stronger and stronger. If I did it you can do it too !!!”. I truly believe some of those kids are about to be deadly strong, hopefully I’ll be done with competition haha. Talking about competition, i sadly lost my title in Andorra by mid June.  At the end of the competition, I promised to come back stronger and to revenge but there will be no revenge as this competition will not be repeated in 2019. Indeed, this Andorra 2018 was a great competition and a great trip. A cool trip, great team, great mates, a lot of alcohol, a good hotel room, and love ... so much love. A deadly hangover, but a lot of love. Sadly, there would not have been love again, as 1414 who was my coach for the weekend, my partner on the tatami and in life decided to take a different path from mine. Indeed, I promised to not talk too much about that but this is all the 2nd half of 2018 is about : me trying not to drown because of this heartbreak and it feels like everything is related to that. I got cocky and forgot the 1st and only love lesson my father taught me “nothing lasts forever, mostly in love”. Damn he was right. Even my mother was right for not trusting her at the begining, and God knows she’s never right usually. I won’t even mention what that break up costed me. But as the big bro says : there were no house, no kids, no joined bank account ... Only wasted times and dead dreams now. “La mort d’un rêve” ... it’s still something painful. S. is now a dead dream. I cannot imagine my own flesh meeting some destructive people like the ones I met and going through hard times like I’m going through. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. So no more S. and no more L., and it’s a hell of a problem as I’ve always built my life around the fact that I wanted them. And it’s painful because I wanted them with her. Nevermind, no one will ever know “what a great father I could be” as 1414 said. So much dreams. Gone. My 5 brothers took care of me as much as they could and they did amazingly great. I’ll never thank God enough for putting these guys into my life. Hope they know how much I love them. That was sad to see another one of them going back to his motherland but ... what an amazing last evening in Toulouse we spent. I’ll never forget this one.

Still talking about the break up and all the bad that happened this year : tbh I couldn’t draw good lessons from all of these bad things. Really. But like I said, I’ve seen good things coming from good people. So now I need to talk about 27. First of all, 27 was right on so many levels. (yes, I use numbers to not drop real names). Those who know me know that I love to experience, live everything. I would have been better without this heartbreak but still, it taught me new things. I could understand 27 better. When she talked about hell, she wasn’t joking at all. The doubts, the negativity, the hate, self-hate ... I think that’s too much to handle. But still, she still tried to help me when she saw me going through that hell. I couldn‘t thank her enough for this and that must be remembered. This is the whole reason I still wanted to write this sum up, in spite of all the bad things that happened. It was like : a soul lending a hand to another soul. Merci. Je ne l’oublierai jamais, je t’en dois une belle. Et toujours d’une âme à une autre. Tu dis le contraire mais tu as une belle âme et je suis sûr qu’il te reste beaucoup d’amour à donner. Tu as trop à donner à ce monde (en espérant que tu me lises un jour)

Also, I could understand 26 better. [...] And 26 still have the most beautiful smile in the whole world. No transition : Najwa Zebian said that « it’s unfair that new people in my life will have to destroy walls around me they didn’t even built » (btw I love this woman, she also had a big impact on my life through her reflexions) and I can tell she’s right but … trusting people is so hard these days. I really don’t know what to think about this statement. I think I’ve always been picky about who I let close to me and I still got fucked up by my ex-lover, my entourage … It’s all about who to trust, who to let in and who to cut … And it feels like I’ve been making the wrong decisions for years.

It’s starting getting late so let me end up with facts nobody cares. Neutral facts : I discovered lofi this year, my hero academia (FUCKING AWESOME !!!!), Tokyo Ghoul, 7DS, sword art online (great !!), la casa de papel, stranger things, sherlock, IP MAN 3, the good place, misfits, Juice Wrld blew up this year, NAV, Dosseh ... Funny how I discovered some of the saddest love song this year haha. Bad facts : I got injuried a lot. Females still played me a lot. Indeed I realized females are cruel but I still love them. This might be the proof we don’t chose our sexual orientation haha. Then, I couldn’t train properly from Sept to Dec. Oh, I can’t listen anymore to : Nicki, Kehlani, Rihanna or Cardi B. “More life” or “Views from the 6″ are albums I can’t listen to anymore. Well, GOOD FACTS now ! : Got a karate gi from J. (outstanding move), I put the young bloods in high school at Tekken and mangas haha. I met 80′s family and it was like a dream and I’m sure I got luckied in another dimension haha. 80 and 90 are still close to perfection in my eyes. 30 is still 30, with good and bad moods. I’m in peace with the sensei. I also received one of the best gift of my life. I learned that I was able to train by myself thanks to my power of mind !  To finish, I saw that I was able to forgive and still give love, even if it was pointless and too late.

Well, 2019 has already started and this will sure be a hell of a ride (January was ... special) as now I’m like on some quicksand shit. Let’s go ! And let’s not forget those 2018 that marked this year and I’ll surely be listening to in a decade (you need to know that I still listen to all the songs in the previous sum ups !). Enjoy :)

2018 Playlist

Dvsn - The morning after

Youv Dee - Opening

Tory Lanez - 48 floors

Roy Woods - Instinct feat MadeInTYO

XXXTENTACION - SAD!

Damso - Smog X Kyle - Ikuyo

Dosseh - Cœur de pirate X Guordan Banks - Keep you in mind

Marwa Loud - Je voulais (feat Laguardia)

Bazzi - Honest X Omar Kadir - The last thing I do

Oboy - Nuit X NAV - What I need

The Magician - Love break feat Hamza

Dinos - Les pleurs du mal

⚡ Dinos - Helsinki X Logic - The Glorious Five X Laylow - Digitalova ⚡

(Albums :6lack - East Atlanta love letter X Juice WRLD & Future - Wrld on drugs X Tory Lanez - Love me now & memories don’t die)

[sachertortes]

dixiedolittle (I hope this tagged you correctly!)​ Thank you! And I hope you enjoy this <3 <3 i know it’s leaning more towards pre-Wintershock but I do have a continuation planned! 

Prompt: Awkward First Meetings, #10, ‘i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car i’m so sorry’

Pairing: pre Bucky x Darcy

Rating: T

2015, Somewhere outside of Munich… 

A woman (bright blue jacket, a riot of brown hair, bulky messenger bag and a plastic bag) was kicking his car.

That it wasn’t really his car – he found the forest green Peugeot in Lyon, the keys were in the ignition, and the plates have been changed four times since – was no matter.

She was also screaming a litany of profanities in English at it that impressed a part of him that hadn’t seen the light of day in about 70 years.

A civilian, then.

“Stop that,” he said, and his voice came out as a growl.

The girl immediately stopped and whirled to face him.

“Wha – ”

“That’s my car,” he stated and stalked towards it.

“Shit! Sorry. I’m having a – a bit of a day and I needed to kick the crap out of something. You know?”

He knew.

She motioned to the ground, where the remnants of food were scattered on the asphalt.

“The stupid bag ripped,” the girl said. “And my lunch is gone.” She groaned and looked back at the sandwich shop. “I’ll be right back,” she told him, as she made her way to the shop.

That she wanted him to wait for her was strange.

After a little bit, he saw her walk out of the shop with another (double-bagged this time) plastic bag.

“Oh, good! You’re still here! Here,” she said and handed him something in a white paper wrapper. “Take it, please.”

He stared at it skeptically. “What is it?”

“Döner,” she answered. “From that place I just went into? It’s meats, veggies, bread. A sandwich. It’s good.”

It smelled good. Vague thoughts of how she might have poisoned it crossed his mind, but he saw her order through the shop window. It didn’t look like she had time to alter it in any way.

And he was hungry.

When he took it from her, she grinned then handed him a can of soda and a straw as well.

“An apology for beating up your car,” she told him, unprompted. She leaned back against the trunk and began unwrapping her food. Hesitantly, he did the same. “…And you looked like you could use it. No offense.”

He drank some of the Coke and as the fizzy, sweet taste went down his throat he thought of the crack of a baseball bat on a warm spring day and the laughter of a friend, blond and skinny and always ready for a fight.

“Thanks for the drink,” he managed after a bit, his voice still slightly croaky from disuse.

“You’re American,” she said, almost accusatory.

“So are you,” he countered.

She nodded and took a bite of her sandwich. “Again, sorry I kicked your car.”

“Why…why were you kicking my car?”

She sighed, long and drawn out, and wiped the corner of her lip with a napkin. “It’s been a shitty month, my dude. My boss has all these job offers that she’s not taking. That leaves me, her plucky and adorable assistant – ” she exaggeratedly batted her eyelashes at him and he found himself breathing out a laugh. “ – In career limbo. Which would be fine, but my parents have really been on my ass to shape up. Then the guy I was sort of seeing quit.”

“He…ended things with you?”

“No, man, he quit. He was my assistant. And he didn’t even say goodbye, just left his resignation letter taped to the refrigerator and fucked off. I’ve never been dumped via resignation letter before.” She paused and turned to him, her brows knitted above her pretty eyes. “Have you?”

“…No.”

“See?! That’s messed up, right? So then here I am on vacay and I’m about to go back to the hostel and eat my feelings then all of my food fell out of my bag. So I kicked your car.”

“Oh. That’s…” Refreshingly normal, he wanted to say.

“Not the appropriate response, I know. When you feel shitty, you should ‘think about your place in the universe’. I read that in a magazine. For instance, here we are, two Americans in Germany, eating Turkish food, after I’ve kicked your French car. That’s kinda cool right? All of the weird things that had to happen in history and time for us to be right here?”

He shrugged one shoulder.

“Sure,” he said, his own history probably too weird and twisted to mention.

“What’s your name?”

“Why do you need to know?”

Now it was her turn to shrug, lifting one shoulder under her peacock blue jacket. She sipped at her Coke. “I figured, we’ve been talking a bit, we’re having lunch, it’d be nice to have a name. You’ve got one, don’t you? ‘Cause I can probably give you a bunch but you wouldn’t like ‘em,” she joked.

“Bob,” he answered, smiling around his straw.

She paused, putting down her sandwich to raise one eyebrow at him. “Your name is not Bob.”

“What’s wrong with ‘Bob’?”

“Nothing if that’s your name. That’s not your name.”

“It is,” he said with finality.

“Buddy, you are the least Bob-looking person I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah? What’s your name, doll?”

Shit. ‘Doll’. Where the hell did that come from? Still, it felt kind of…familiar.

Felt kind of like…dancing (and he’d danced before, he was certain), and music (horns, jazzy piano riffs), and perfume (sweet, floral).

It felt right. Even if the girl was now looking at him with barely repressed glee, biting down on the corner of her lip and giving him a dimpled smile.

“’Doll’,” she lilted at him, and now he inwardly groaned. “Y’know, I’ll take it. That’s my name for now.”

“That’s not your name.”

“Isn’t it, Bob?”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“Fine,” she said, and happily took a bite of her sandwich.

They finished their meal in companionable silence.

Eventually the girl swept her hands against each other and brushed the crumbs off the front of her shirt. “So where are you headed next?”

“Why do need to know?”

“I don’t, I’m just curious.”

“East, I guess.” Far away, he thought to himself. Somewhere to get lost and hopefully be left in peace.

“Hm. If you’re ever in Prague, go check out the Astronomical Clock. It’s pretty rad.”

“’Rad’,” he repeated softly to himself, testing out the word in his mouth.

She smiled. “Yeah. Rad.” She reached back into the plastic bag and handed him a little cardboard box, pale pink. “Here.”

He looked at it skeptically. “What is it?”

She let out an exasperated sigh, and opened it for him to see. Inside were little pieces of pastry on wax paper. Even though he’d just eaten the sandwich, he salivated at the sight. “I can’t – “

“Oh jeez, please just take it. It’s baklava, it’s good, I promise. I’m full and I still need to take the train back to the hostel and it’ll probably get all soggy and goopy before I get there.”

And even though he saw that lie for what it was, he reached out for the box anyways.  

“Thanks, doll.”

“No problem.” She got up to leave but then turned towards him, a little hesitantly. “Darcy,” she said.

He looked up from the pastry box. “What?”

“Darcy. That’s my name,” she answered. Then quickly added, “You don’t have to tell me yours. Just…be safe, okay? Good luck, wherever you’re headed.”

He nodded, the heavy feeling in his gut, his heart, making it so he was unable to say anything.

As confident and chatty as she was before, now she was tentative and shy as she held out her hand for him to shake. His heart beating hard in chest, he took her hand in his, shabby glove and all, and squeezed it once as gently as he could manage.

“It was nice meeting you, Bob.”

He swallowed. “You too.”

She walked away.

 That night, he fell asleep with the taste of honey on his tongue.

For the first time in a long time his dreams weren’t filled with cold and blood and screaming. He dreamt of warm, homey apartments, of laundry hanging out to dry from windows, of sharing cigarettes and chocolates around a campfire with friends long gone.

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Here’s All the Best Stuff to Do in Mykonos and Santorini

Very lame, but I’ve always been kinda afraid of traveling. It’s not a fear of flying, but more that I was born in another country and, as such, overseas travel means a dramatic family visit weighed down with stress, guilt, and 20+ hours on a plane to Asia (where even as a 9-year-old, I was already on some shit about compression socks).

All this to say I don’t feel anything when people quit their jobs to travel the world, and follow zero travel Instagrammers. I’ve gone my entire life without ~seeing the world~ (couldn’t afford to study abroad so my personality doesn’t hinge on four months I spent in Paris, sorry!) and honestly, I would’ve been fine with that forever.

But when I got an invite to tour Mykonos and Santorini on a hotel-hopping trip with Katikies Resorts and Clubs, even *I* was like, HOLYSHITYES. After all, Santorini has been called the “Instagram Island” and when one of the top ten most Instagrammable hotels in Greece (where even Justin Bieber has stayed) invites you on a dream summer vacay, you don’t ask how they got your e-mail—you just GO before they change their minds. Anyway, here are all the fun things that impressed me the most.

First up, don’t even think about leaving without the following:

Butterfly Dress

Reformation thereformation.com

$278.00

Wide Brim Straw Hat

Sensi Studio modaoperandi.com

$295.00

Ultra Jungle Cat-Eye Sunglasses

Crap Eyewear crapeyewear.com

$79.00

Face Crème Night Time/Anytime

Cece Top

Sommer Swim sommerswim.com

$69.00

Jane Bottom

Sommer Swim sommerswim.com

$69.00

Rosemead Dress

Reformation thereformation.com

$198.00

The Bigger Carry-On

Away awaytravel.com

$245.00

Alegra Slip

Sommer Swim sommerswim.com

$219.00

Biore UV Aqua Rich Sunscreen SPF 50+

Mavic 2 Pro

DJI Mavic 2 dji.com

$1,499.00

1. Party it up at all the Mykonos clubs before going to Santorini.

If you are like me two weeks ago and have no idea how to distinguish between different Greek islands, trust when I say you’re gonna wanna do Mykonos first and then Santorini. Why? Totally different vibes. Mykonos is club central—the energy there is extremely horny, and you’ll want to get hedonistic and loose there first before calming down and sightseeing in Santorini, where everyone is coupled up. Everyone is also super hot (still thinking about you, hot passport control guy, imy), friendly, and funny.

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In the wedding party of my dreams, we rent a bunch of private villas in Mykonos, go to Elia beach, and lounge around our private pool (IDK what’s up with the pool industry in Greece, but it seems like even two-bedroom vacay villas have ones the size of McMansions) before hitting up the two main hot spots: Scorpios and Nammos. If you’re a night owl, you will THRIVE in Mykonos: Parties usually don’t “start” until 2 a.m., and they easily last until 6. Lindsay Lohan may or may not be there.

2. Go shopping in Mykonos town.

The long, winding streets of Mykonos town are filled with little shops and scenic nooks and crannies perfect for ’gramming. Take a day to explore by foot, and add in time for a leisurely lunch and dinner.

During lunch at Kazarma, our waiter mentioned that the historic building used to be owned by Mantos Mavrogenous, a bad bitch who kept a cache of weapons and cash in the building during the Greek War of Independence. Yes, she wound up dying alone, broke from spending all her money on the war effort (for which she was never repaid), and yes, we stan.

3. Take the ferry and bop over to Santorini.

The ferry takes around four hours (compared to the one-hour flight) but offers a much more scenic route. They usually stop to pick up passengers in Naxos, Paros, and Ios, and you can go on the deck to scope out the different cities. Didn’t have time to see any ruins on your trip? The Portara is easily visible from the ferry deck and dates back to 530 BC.

When it’s time to dock in Santorini, you’ll go down into the bowels of the ferry to collect your luggage before disembarking. It’s very much like you’re in Star Wars shipping off in the belly of a giant spacecraft before the gates open and SUN! SANTORINI! JK, you can’t see anything yet because you gotta go up the cliff and settle into a hotel for that Insta-famous Santorini view.

4. Stay in a traditional cave house and appreciate the architecture.

Fun fact: All those cave-like homes you see on Insta (hyposkapha, if you want to be legit about it) are because the islanders kept getting their shit rocked by pirates in the 16th century. As a result, they had to build upward on the most precipitous cliffs they could find.

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Book Now Kirini Santorini

This is why Santorini looks and feels so different from other warm would-be-beach towns. There’s no way of just walking from your hotel to the shore—all the resorts are on top of literal cliffs. I stayed in the Kirini Santorini (Carina at Kirini! LOL invite me back pls) and it was *chef’s kiss* in terms of views.

This drone video I bribed Konstantinos Sigalas, Katikies’ social media executive, to take will help you see what I mean.

5. Go on a caldera cruise.

I’m sorry to report that my stupid ass saw a bunch of photos of the ocean in Santorini and was like, “Oh, it’s definitely like a beach town.” Folks, it ain’t!

Few beaches are accessible by foot in Santorini, so the best way to take advantage of that crystal blue Aegean is by boat. We chartered a Riva yacht (v bougie) to take us around the island and stopped where the water looked the dreamiest to pop in for a swim.

On the boat, Sigalas shared this hot blogger tip for getting the best Insta eye-candy shot: Shoot video on your phone, scroll through the video to find the perfect still, and use a screenshot of THAT to get the perfect photo. Very important: you’ll need to go into “Settings —> Camera —>” and adjust “Record Video” to “4K at 60 FPS” for the most high-res stills.

Book Now Caldera Cruise, starting at $1,600/for two passengers

6. Go swimming in the hot springs.

During your caldera cruise you should also ask the captain to make a detour to the hot springs. You’ll know you’re there because the water goes from deep blue to turquoisey-green with orange sulfur on the rocks of the inlet.

Do: Bring a pool noodle. Sorry to everyone who got tired swimming into the inlet, but our captain immediately sized up our wine-drunk asses and was like, “You probs want these.” And we did!Don’t: Wear white in the hot springs. The sulfur will fuck this up. Don’t: Wear any jewelry in the hot springs. Again, sulfur.

A fact I tried very hard to contain during my trip is that I’m the world’s pickiest eater. My definition of seafood means fish sticks from those microwave meals with the penguin, and avoiding vegetables is a firm 1/16th of my personality. But Greece, where the produce and fish are so fresh, suddenly made me the biggest tomato stan on earth, and I would step into the ring for second helpings of whatever sea creature is placed in front of me.

It also helps when everything is deliciously cooked. The restaurants are so exclusive that you usually have to be a member of the Katikies Club to dine there—although this year they opened Mikrasia (with locations in Santorini and Mykonos) and DePaul Restaurant to the public. Santorini Mikrasia has only six tables and it’s generally recommended you book a spot a few weeks in advance. The Mykonos version has more tables but is also v fancy — resident chef Angelos Bakopoulos was on Greek Master Chef. Both restos also won the FNL awards in 2018 (the Greek equivalent to the Michelin Guide).

While a lot of Santorini is Greek Orthodox, Fira town (the capital) has a Catholic church and a monastery where the Vatican would store Greek wines to be shipped to the Pope. Recently, the monastery was bought and turned into Katikies Garden. It’s the most family-friendly of the Katikies clique because there aren’t as many steep stairs. (Seriously! That’s why Santorini doesn’t have a ton of kids running around! What if they fall!)

While everything else in Santorini feels exactly like you’d picture it from postcards and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (sun-drenched, everything bright white), the streets of Fira have a Venetian feel. Even the building’s colors reflect this: There’s a lot of beige and pink as well as rounded archways and courtyards that feel hella Italianate.

It’s all very subtle, but the best way I can describe it is like you suddenly look up and gaslight yourself into wondering if you’re still in Greece. You are!

I’m a pretty tough spa critic (I like my massages how I like my breakups: rough, hard, and with me begging for five more minutes). Yet no treatment has ever compared to the one I got from Nicole at A.Spa. No joke, I physically felt her clear my sinuses through my back at one point. Magic.

Stop by Venetsanos Winery for a tour of the first industrial winery on Santorini. If you’re the opposite of claustrophobic, you can squeeze your bod through one of the old underground wine storage tanks and finish off your day with a breathtaking view of the caldera as you sample a bunch of delicious wines.

Contemplate the meaning of life as you stare off into the Aegean and wonder when your husband will return from Greco-Persian war.

Then, consider taking a second mortgage on the house you do not own in order to stay in Greece forever. Or at least come back next year.

If you can’t make it to Greece just yet, here’s what to buy instead:

Three Cents Pink Grapefruit Soda

Three Cents thewhiskyexchange.com

£1.25

This is the status soda of Greece. Every bar/restaurant worth visiting is stocked up on this pink stuff, and it’s in all the delicious cocktails. I may not know food, but I know my carbonated bevs, and this is GOOD. 

Oia in Santorini by Kadio Kolymva

Armos amazon.com

Super thin and stocked with tons of fascinating tidbits about Oia and Santorini. If you don’t wanna bug the hotel staff with hundreds of iterations of, “Wait, explain how they carved out all these rooms out of rock without power tools again?” like I did, this book will sate you in the best way. 

Donkey Milk Face Serum

Body Farm Greece hercules-shop.com

€32.00

Thank me later when Donkey Milk becomes a Thing in the U.S. One of the women I traveled with picked up this serum on a whim, and for the rest of the trip everyone was fascinated by how great it was. Also, Cleopatra is said to have bathed in donkey milk, so there you go. 

Korres Pure Greek Olive Body Set

You may have heard of Korres here, but I’ve got news for you. There are secret Greece-exclusive products that are WAY better. One of the women on our trip was on a mission to restock her daughter’s collection of the Olive body lotion she’d picked up the previous year, and after trying it, MAN DO I UNDERSTAND THE URGENCY. 

Carina Hsieh Sex & Relationships Editor Carina Hsieh lives in NYC with her French Bulldog Bao Bao — follow her on Instagram and Twitter • Candace Bushnell once called her the Samantha Jones of Tinder • She enjoys hanging out in the candle aisle of TJ Maxx and getting lost in Amazon spirals. 

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Everything Is In Retrograde: Weekly Horoscopes For August 13-17 Betches

Let’s recap. Mercury is retrograde, Mars is retrograde, Saturn is retrograde, and Uranus is retrograde. With all this backward motion, it’s really hard to get things moving. You’re basically stuck where you are this week. Limbo is best as a childhood party game, but you’ll just have to deal with it as a location for basically everything in your life this week. Sorry, betch. Here are your weekly horoscopes for August 13-17: Aries The Moon traveling through Virgo will make you take a zen approach to whatever you’re doing while Mars is firing up your ambition. That’s a super great place to be, since you’re motivated but not stressed. Dates will be fun and relaxed. Work projects will get accomplished with ease. You won’t make any major moves with all the retrogrades happening, but at least things are chilling out. Taurus Mercury straightens itself out at the very end of the week, so whatever sh*t you’ve been dealing with throughout this retrograde will start wrapping up. Decisions need to be made. Should you make amends or cut ties? Should you ice a certain person out of the group chat, or sit down with them to let them know they’re annoying AF? Resolutions are on the horizon for you this week. Gemini For most of this Mercury in retrograde, you’ve felt like you were losing your damn mind. Luckily, it’s over by the end of the week. That being said, you still have one week where shit can go wrong. Keep your head on a swivel for exes popping up in your life, communication mixups, and awkwardness with your home life. You’ve got one week left of this. We all believe in you. Cancer Two of the retrogrades happening right now are in your house of marriage and partnerships. If you’re attending a wedding or have one of your own coming up, just be prepared for a sh*t show. Similarly, if you and your significant other have made it through this round of Mercury retrograde unscathed, keep the peace because you have a week left before Mercury straightens out. Keep your guard up, betch. Leo Only one week left of practically one of the worst Mercury in retrogrades you’ve had in ages. Thank the Lord baby Jesus. Mercury is in your sign and it’s clashing with Jupiter this week, meaning your worst traits will be amplified and probably annoy the sh*t out of other people. Running your mouth could get you in trouble at work and with friends. Think humble thoughts, Leo. Virgo It feels like a lot of weird stuff is happening around you that you have no control over. Coincidences will abound and they won’t be fun cute ones. You still have a chance to run into an ex or the guy you ghosted. Yikes. Still, the Moon traveling through your sign is amplifying your feelings and intuition, so while you could bump into your past, you’ll be able to fully wrap your head around the situation and work through how you feel. Libra With the end of Mercury in retrograde in sight, things are starting to look up. Don’t get overconfident just because your situation isn’t as crappy as it has been, especially when it comes to your finances. You really want to, but it’s not the time to treat your self for surviving the past few weeks. Keep a little cushion in your bank account for unforeseen expenses that could pop up this week. Scorpio The Mercury/Jupiter relationship happening right now is making you a little more self-centered. Sure, retrograde Mercury has forced you to deal with old issues with parents and bosses and boyfriends, but your friends are probably tired of hearing about it. Maybe ask someone else how they’re doing before you launch into the long, drawn-out update about your situation. Sagittarius With this Mercury in retrograde coming to an end, you have the desire to escape and get moving. Squeeze in one last summer vacay if you can. Just be forewarned on this last week before Mercury gets its shit together—travel mixups and delays are still bound to happen. It’s up to you to keep spirits bright when all else goes to hell. So yeah, stock up on those tiny bottles of booze for your bag. If you can’t make it to the party, the party needs to come to you. Capricorn Mercury squaring amplifier Jupiter in your secretive eighth house makes you want to spill the tea on some confidential information. Keep your mouth shut as best you can this week; Mercury in retrograde could still ruin your life. Whether you have the hot gossip about your company, friends, or family, keep it to yourself. I think Martha Stewart had the low down on her company and told people and then got popped for insider trading or something. Don’t let that happen to you. Aquarius Your ruler Uranus has just gone retrograde until January. With three other planets in retrograde right now, you’re probably feeling like everything is at a standstill. Your dating prospects are blah. Your job is fine. It seems like everything you do right now is just, well, meh. Do whatever you gotta do to get out of the rut this week. Kiss randos. Drink on weeknights. Fight the monotony somehow, betch. It’s for your own good. Pisces Your life has been all over the place since Mercury went into retrograde in July. Fear not because by September things will return to normal and you’ll find your rhythm again. Some signs are bored out of their mind by the routine, but you kind of find peace in having a schedule. You’ll find time to eat lunch again or workout routinely. Let’s be real, the first things to go when things get chaotic are your healthier habits. Images: Giphy (6) Read more: https://betches.com/?p=33878 http://dailybuzznetwork.com/index.php/2018/10/06/everything-is-in-retrograde-weekly-horoscopes-for-august-13-17-betches/

[chocoboru]

People are supposed to pick one for me but i’m bored so i’m gonna answer ALL of these

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

The more Milk the better

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

If i’m not freezing my ass off in general HELL YEAH

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Bookmarks

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

sweetener in there and i’m good (don’t drink coffee)

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

oh yes which makes my smiles look very awkward

6: do you keep plants?

Yes but they always die :(

7: do you name your plants?

They’re all called Planty

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

i just reblog stuff on tumblr lol

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Yes i also talk to myself 24/7

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Side

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Baistenkleisten

12: what’s your favorite planet?

It used to be Saturn but then i found out it isn’t actually blue (don’t know why i thought i was) and now i’m pissed

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

a video of one of my favorite bands

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

i wouldn’t live with my best friend cause i love being alone

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

too lazy lmao

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

just plain pasta with tomatosauce

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

lilac

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

i once let out a very loud fart in public

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

Yeah but i never ever use it

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

all eye colors are beautiful

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

i only have one and i use it cause i need a bag to carry things so yea

22: are you a morning person?

who even IS a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Youtube & Tumblr all day

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Yep my best friend

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

gurl i’ve never broken in anywhere lol

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

Black shoes with smol red roses on the side

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

i don’t like bubblegum

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

ehh nothin lol SORRY ILY but u ain’t cute omg i’m MEAN

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Duh!

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

If i get the chance not to wear socks i will NOT wear socks. They’re just so uncomfortable and i HATE when i have to sleep with socks because it’s so cold URGH

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Never been with my friend til 3am 

33: what’s your fave pastry?

do Brezel count? If not then Croissaint

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

It’s a duck and it’s yellow with a red beak and plays a goodnight song. I used to have a purple one but i lost it somewhere and cried so much

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I do! but i resist buying them because i would never ever use them

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

i’m sleepy so idk most bands i listen to are upbeat

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

it’s not like i LIKE it being messy i just really hate cleaning

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

just.. people lol

39: what color do you wear the most?

black duh

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

A moon necklace my mom got for me for my birthday! i wanted a moon necklace for so long and she just gave one to me and it’s made out of real silver like??!!

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

I only just read Percy Jackson please don’t kill me and I LUV IT

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

i don’t drink coffee

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

uhm my mom

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

bitch idk

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

hell NO

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

i love puns but idk i don’t feel like using my brain rn

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

onions!

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

Death. I think it still is

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

Yes! I love supporting artist and hey if i buy a CD I have somethin from it too! Last CD i bought was a Ariana Grande album.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

Disney coloring books and stickers lol

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

My best friend. One Last Time by Ariana Grande

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

I love Evil Patrick

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

Shame on me i’ve only seen Heathers and i did not like it at all

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

my best friend

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

uhh yell? lmao i don’t know

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

When they are kind to animals, when they love Disney or Harry Potter.. when they’re a fan of books

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

ugh gurl i don’t want to i’m tried af

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

GROUP of friends? Sweety no there is only one friend

59: what’s your favorite myth?

i only know conspiracies

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

I love Edgar Allan Poe

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

stupidest gift i’ve given was toilet paper

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

only if somewhere on vacay and i’ll drink orange juice

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

They are oraginized in a specific way and if anyone messes shit up i’ll be ANGRY. 

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Grey-ish

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

no

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

flower crown sksksksks

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

Happy, gloomy, comfy

68: what’s winter like where you live?

cold but not much snow

69: what are your favorite board games?

wizards chess duh

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

hell no i’m not messing with that shit

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

mint tea

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

i even forget to note things down

73: what are some of your worst habits?

i never clean things up after me 

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Sass master, kinda gross, gets me

75: tell us about your pets!

they all dead

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

taking a shower

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

i never had pink lemonade

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

HATEclub!!!

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

oh man there is a lot but like i said i don’t wanna use my brain rn

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

white and dark purple. I wanted a witchy vibe but failed hard

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

meh

82: are/were you good in school?

yes until the bullying got too bad and fucked me up

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

Lana Del Rey Paradise album

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

a tattoo for my dog and a disney tattoo

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

i used to read manga idk if that counts but not anymore

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

i guess

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Jurassic Park, Lady and the Tramp, Mean Girls

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

i’m bored

89: are you close to your parents?

only to my mom

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

i didn’t travel a lot yet so i don’t have one

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

no where cuz i’m broke

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

there is no such thing as ‘too much cheese’ DROWN THAT BITCH

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

just my hair down i’m not good with beauty stuff i wish i was tho

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

my mom

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

eating

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

i procrastinate until my computer doesn’t give me a choice anymore

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

can’t remembers, Capricorn but i relate more to my rising which is Cancer, and Hogwarts house is either Slytherin or Ravenclaw. I’d rather be a Ravenclaw i think

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

uhhh..

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

ducks

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

future because i past was horrible

[russellthornton]

Shallow People Lack Depth: 30 Signs You Swim in the Shallow End

Shallow people are those who lack depth. That means the only person who really matters is them, and it is all about the exterior. How shallow are you?

There is nothing worse than a shallow person. When I lost my husband, I started listening. I mean truly listening for the first time to what people bitch and complain about. Don’t get me wrong, I complain about the most superficial and silly things that there is on earth. But shallow people just don’t get it in general.

We all have times when we think that something is a huge deal when it is a fraction of what the least stressed person in life is going through, but shallow people don’t get it. They don’t get that they have it all, and all they do is bitch about having it great.

30 trademarks of shallow people

What is shallow? Well, I suppose it is people that don’t have any depth. They have an absence of feeling, social awareness, and no empathy. So wrapped up in their own self-imposed drama, they don’t see what is right in front of their face—the rest of the world. In a shallow person’s world, there is only one person who exists.

The only person who doesn’t recognize when someone is shallow is the person who is shallow. So, heads up, here are the signs you are a shallow person and don’t even know it.

#1 You complain about shit like the house cleaner not showing, when she didn’t come because something awful happened to her. If you don’t care about the reason why things inconvenience you but only that they do, then you are probably shallow. It helps to take a step back and consider other people might have a life too. Sometimes things are more important than your ass. [Read: Why don’t people like you? The 20 most common reasons]

#2 You are annoyed when someone else has a problem that messes up your day. If your day is the only thing that matters, guess what, it isn’t your day.

God didn’t create the world around you, and things don’t happen with your consideration in check. Maybe you ought to check yourself when annoyed because someone’s misfortune or hectic schedule isn’t convenient for you.

#3 Nothing is ever your fault. People are just way too sensitive. If you think what you said was taken wrong or someone is way too sensitive, think again. Shallow people think they only affect themselves.

News flash, if you haven’t heard of the butterfly effect either watch “13 reasons” or get a clue. What you do hurts and affects others, so grow the hell up. [Read: 15 mature ways to grow up an behave like an adult]

#4 You judge people by what they do, what they wear, or how they talk. Hey Valley Girl (yes, 80s reference), people have more to offer than the amount they spend trying to cover their shitty insides by making their outsides shine.

How about you stop judging people by what they choose, or better yet, what they can afford, and think a little more about what they add to the scheme of life. The clothes they wear are gone in a season, the imprint you make in life lasts for eternity.

#5 You never have an opinion about anything, which you think makes you morally superior. Never taking a side doesn’t make you nonjudgmental, it just makes you a coward. It is okay to be confrontational and stand up for what you believe in. After all, if you don’t ever stand up for anything or have any convictions, what do you have?

Never taking a side doesn’t make you morally superior, it means you don’t have the courage to say what you think and stand behind it.

#6 The light is on, but no one is home. Yep, shallow people pretend to be all in, but they really never give anything of themselves at all. A blank slate is a blank slate, especially if it has no interest in being impressed upon.

#7 Anything real makes you uncomfortable. It isn’t that you need to be all in every deep conversation, but if you can’t ever join in anything that isn’t surface, guess what? That makes you one of the shallow people. [Read: No friends? Uncomfortable reasons your life’s how it is]

#8 You vacate the moment anything gets serious. For God’s sakes, stop dodging life and take part. It really isn’t bad to be real and serious. I get the whole don’t dive in the shallow end, but sometimes, just sometimes, you have to go to the deep end with the rest of us.

#9 Not only is “sorry I can’t” in your vocabulary, it dominates your response to anything that doesn’t have benefit for you. It isn’t that people who have depth are “yes, men” it is just that if you are someone who cares about someone more than just you, then helping others when they need it is just a part of your humanity.

If you can’t ever pitch in, roll up your sleeves, or give your time to something that might not benefit you, then you should consider the possibility that you are someone people call shallow people.

#10 You have three plans for the night and then pick the best one leaving the others in the lurch. I know, I get it. There are always better plans right after you make some. But, that is a part of life and also a part of the ebb and flow.

To have good friends, you have to be a good friend. If you want to be shallow and always do what’s best for you, good luck. You won’t ever find true in anyone else either. [Read: How to become a better person – 9 golden rules to evolve every day]

#11 When there is a problem you are busy and can’t be bothered. If something doesn’t touch you, it doesn’t touch you. I get it, but you miss it.

#12 You aren’t ever going to be someone’s emergency contact, emergencies are a pain in the ass. Who likes drama or emergencies *well, besides a drama queen who isn’t inconvenienced by it*.

If you can’t ever be bothered by what is going on in someone else’s world, you just might be shallow enough to think that anyone gives more shit about you… fact is, they probably pretend, but who cares maybe you should try pretending a little yourself.

#13 Your true love is the love of money, power, or status, no matter who it is attached to. If you are a ten attached to a two because they have money, power, or status, and treat them insignificantly while they treat you like you are the most significant human in the world, then shame on your shallow ass! [Read: 10 sneaky signs of a genuine 24K gold digger]

#14 They’re always “busy” like the rest of us aren’t. Yep, can’t ever answer a text message, reply, or RSVP, you are way too busy, way more so than the rest of us… really? Nope, you are shallow and self-important.

It takes a fraction of a second to reply to someone, get the fuck real. Why are you so important? Think about how you make other people feel for once in your shallow life.

#15 Your allegiance goes to the highest bidder.  Friendships, relationships, whatever, it is all based on “What can you do for me?” philosophy. [Read: Selfish people – 15 ways to spot and stop them]

#16 You can’t pick which selfie is your favorite. If you are someone who thinks that everyone gives a shit about what you eat, you stand in front of God knows what on a daily basis, or just hang out with your Snapchat backgrounds and can’t decide which one you love the best, get over your love affair with yourself, that is just friggin’ shallow.

#17 You buy things only if they are name brand. No one knows or cares. Here’s a little secret—Target sells the same shit. [Read: Attention seeker – 12 signs you’re one even if you can’t see it]

#18 Gossip is God sent. If you prefer to deal in nonsense that doesn’t matter instead of real life hardships or things that do, you pray to a different God than the one that matters… good luck.

#19 Your favorite date is your phone. Hey jerk, put down your self-phone and social media shit for a minute and join the rest of us or don’t. Maybe, just maybe, you do us all a favor by being in a class all your own.

#20 Every story you tell is twisted in your favor. Yep, you NEVER do anything wrong, just for the record, you are always right and also for the record, your moral standing stands taller than anyone else. Noted. But, just so you know, shallow people believe they are the hero in every story too.

#21 Your friends are a status symbol, not real people. If you choose your friends because they make a beautiful Instagram picture, I need not say anything. You know you are shallow, but in your defense, so are the other characters in your perfect picture.

#22 Your character doesn’t define you, your size does. If you buy clothes that you don’t even like just to say you fit into a size two… that is shallow. You are the only one who is concerned or cares about what your size says, but hey, that is on you… [Read: Why is inner beauty more important than outer?]

#23 You raise money to go on mission trips… hey, free vacay! I have nothing but “oh good grief.” Pretending to care about a cause is worse than not caring at all, you shallow person, you.

#24 What, there are issues more than first world nation problems? No way! I know, whatever sucks in your life is the worst ever. Hey, don’t do this. Figure out that there are people around the world who are being shot, starved, or mistreated, you go with the poor me I didn’t get my latte this morning. That totally works for you!

#25 #thestruggle. Yep.

#26 No one has ever seen you without makeup and lived to tell. If you can’t let anyone see the real you, then you are shallow enough to think people care that much about what is on the outside and don’t care about what is on the inside.

#27 You have to be the center of attention, if not you make it so. Yes, shallow people have to find drama when they can. Otherwise, they have nothing to talk about. If you have to be the center of attention, have it. But, there isn’t anything lasting about a flash in the pan. [Read: Attention whore – 16 signs you’re an insufferable attention seeker]

#28 You use people. This is a general “Everyone has a purpose or no purpose” type of ideation. If you look around and only have people in your life who can do things for you, fix things for you, or buy things for you, but not a sincere friend, that spells SHALLOW PEOPLE and won’t lead to a happy ending

#29 You lack empathy. If you think that everything that goes wrong with someone is their fault, then maybe you should start considering how everyone affects one another—including you. Maybe, just maybe, not everyone has been as privileged as your shallow behind. [Read: 17 ways to be a citizen of the world]

#30 You are always in the market. Whether it is friends or love interests, you are always ready to trade up. Since it is all about how you look to other people, what they have to offer, and what you get out of it, people are just disposable, right?

The definition of shallow is not deep. So, it would make sense if someone is shallow, they are only surface. The reason people stay surface, don’t ever dive deep, or investigate what is underneath, is because they are fine with their sheltered and simple life.

We can ALL be shallow people at times, but if that is the way you guide your life, then the worst news is how you miss out on the best parts. You aren’t hurting anyone but yourself by not caring about anyone but you.

[Read: How to be a good friend – The friend code all BFFs must follow]

In the end, the shallow people are the only ones who care about themselves, which is a really sad place to be.

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Everything Is In Retrograde: Weekly Horoscopes For August 13-17 Betches

Let’s recap. Mercury is retrograde, Mars is retrograde, Saturn is retrograde, and Uranus is retrograde. With all this backward motion, it’s really hard to get things moving. You’re basically stuck where you are this week. Limbo is best as a childhood party game, but you’ll just have to deal with it as a location for basically everything in your life this week. Sorry, betch. Here are your weekly horoscopes for August 13-17:

Aries

The Moon traveling through Virgo will make you take a zen approach to whatever you’re doing while Mars is firing up your ambition. That’s a super great place to be, since you’re motivated but not stressed. Dates will be fun and relaxed. Work projects will get accomplished with ease. You won’t make any major moves with all the retrogrades happening, but at least things are chilling out.

Taurus

Mercury straightens itself out at the very end of the week, so whatever sh*t you’ve been dealing with throughout this retrograde will start wrapping up. Decisions need to be made. Should you make amends or cut ties? Should you ice a certain person out of the group chat, or sit down with them to let them know they’re annoying AF? Resolutions are on the horizon for you this week.

Gemini

For most of this Mercury in retrograde, you’ve felt like you were losing your damn mind. Luckily, it’s over by the end of the week. That being said, you still have one week where shit can go wrong. Keep your head on a swivel for exes popping up in your life, communication mixups, and awkwardness with your home life. You’ve got one week left of this. We all believe in you.

Cancer

Two of the retrogrades happening right now are in your house of marriage and partnerships. If you’re attending a wedding or have one of your own coming up, just be prepared for a sh*t show. Similarly, if you and your significant other have made it through this round of Mercury retrograde unscathed, keep the peace because you have a week left before Mercury straightens out. Keep your guard up, betch.

Leo

Only one week left of practically one of the worst Mercury in retrogrades you’ve had in ages. Thank the Lord baby Jesus. Mercury is in your sign and it’s clashing with Jupiter this week, meaning your worst traits will be amplified and probably annoy the sh*t out of other people. Running your mouth could get you in trouble at work and with friends. Think humble thoughts, Leo.

Virgo

It feels like a lot of weird stuff is happening around you that you have no control over. Coincidences will abound and they won’t be fun cute ones. You still have a chance to run into an ex or the guy you ghosted. Yikes. Still, the Moon traveling through your sign is amplifying your feelings and intuition, so while you could bump into your past, you’ll be able to fully wrap your head around the situation and work through how you feel.

Libra

With the end of Mercury in retrograde in sight, things are starting to look up. Don’t get overconfident just because your situation isn’t as crappy as it has been, especially when it comes to your finances. You really want to, but it’s not the time to treat your self for surviving the past few weeks. Keep a little cushion in your bank account for unforeseen expenses that could pop up this week.

Scorpio

The Mercury/Jupiter relationship happening right now is making you a little more self-centered. Sure, retrograde Mercury has forced you to deal with old issues with parents and bosses and boyfriends, but your friends are probably tired of hearing about it. Maybe ask someone else how they’re doing before you launch into the long, drawn-out update about your situation.

Sagittarius

With this Mercury in retrograde coming to an end, you have the desire to escape and get moving. Squeeze in one last summer vacay if you can. Just be forewarned on this last week before Mercury gets its shit together—travel mixups and delays are still bound to happen. It’s up to you to keep spirits bright when all else goes to hell. So yeah, stock up on those tiny bottles of booze for your bag. If you can’t make it to the party, the party needs to come to you.

Capricorn

Mercury squaring amplifier Jupiter in your secretive eighth house makes you want to spill the tea on some confidential information. Keep your mouth shut as best you can this week; Mercury in retrograde could still ruin your life. Whether you have the hot gossip about your company, friends, or family, keep it to yourself. I think Martha Stewart had the low down on her company and told people and then got popped for insider trading or something. Don’t let that happen to you.

Aquarius

Your ruler Uranus has just gone retrograde until January. With three other planets in retrograde right now, you’re probably feeling like everything is at a standstill. Your dating prospects are blah. Your job is fine. It seems like everything you do right now is just, well, meh. Do whatever you gotta do to get out of the rut this week. Kiss randos. Drink on weeknights. Fight the monotony somehow, betch. It’s for your own good.

Pisces

Your life has been all over the place since Mercury went into retrograde in July. Fear not because by September things will return to normal and you’ll find your rhythm again. Some signs are bored out of their mind by the routine, but you kind of find peace in having a schedule. You’ll find time to eat lunch again or workout routinely. Let’s be real, the first things to go when things get chaotic are your healthier habits.

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