#like the little guys in Soul . and inside out and just anything they make atm

[c-kiddo]

oh , this is totally unrelated but because i love being a hater about d*sney stuff i must just say - elemental straight up looks like a heartburn medication advert

[izzytown]

back by popular demand, i have yet another strange LOTR headcanon post. i present to you all, a sequel to “the fellowship reacts to kombucha,” titled: “the fellowship’s starbucks orders.”

for context, just started my job as a starbucks barista about three months ago, and trying to figure out what drinks the fellowship would order has been at the forefront of my mind. i will be providing their opinion on coffee and then their starbucks order.

aragorn: this bitch thrives off of black coffee, how else is he supposed to rule the kingdom of gondor?? he’s a dunedain, so while he probably limits his caffeine intake for health reasons, he definitely is the type to go into Starbucks and order a dark roast, black. and if there’s no dark roast brewed atm, then a hot americano.

legolas: this man. this pretentious-ass elf, oh my god. no coffee for this woodland elf, although he seems like the type—he’s a tea-drinker, let’s be real. and although i think his soul would give out if he even dared to walk inside a starbucks, he would be the type to order a “medicine ball” unironically.

gimli: obviously gimli is a coffee drinker, have we seen him?? he’s a coffee enjoyer, but not a snob—wherever he can get a cup, he’ll get some coffee, whether it be a local shop or a stbux. he’s definitely more drawn towards darker roasts, and i have an unexplainable feeling that gimli orders a venti cappuccino, extra dry, with an extra shot. he brings legolas with him, who rolls his eyes when gimli orders. hipster blonde tea drinker forced to go with his gruff coffee drinker boyfriend. they’re in love your honor

gandalf: gandalf has to take care of four hobbits, an elf, a dwarf, and two men—all of which are temperamental and argue NONSTOP. his caffeine intake is unlike anything anyone has seen. coffee is not about the taste for him, therefore he has no specific “order.” if he needs a quad americano, he’ll get one. if he just needs a pike, he’ll get a pike. he has no shame. he has become a notable regular simply from the one time he ordered a ten shot latte—he also tips a LOT. he is adored by all the baristas, and they’re also probably scared of him

boromir: he likes coffee, but he just kinda drinks whatever is available to him. he doesn’t have a caffeine addiction, but every daily starbucks run brings him closer to getting one. i feel like boromir is that guy who gets a salted caramel cream cold brew, or a red-eye. no in between. he probably gets an irish cream cold brew during the holidays.

frodo: frodo…doesn’t love coffee. correction, book frodo LIVES off of coffee, but I think for movie frodo, coffee isn’t his favorite thing. he probably gets dragged to starbucks with merry and pippin once, and doesn’t know what to order, so he just goes for a hot chai tea latte. this starts an addiction, especially once he realizes that starbucks is a nice place to read and study. he’s always polite to the baristas and makes sure to tip extra, if he can spare it

sam: bless his little gardener heart, he cannot afford starbucks. he definitely has a morning cup of coffee with cream to fuel his caffeine deficiency. if he joins frodo to hang, or is dragged along with the other hobbits, he’ll get just that. plain coffee with a splash of cream, nothing fancy for him. he also tips extra, and if frodo’s drink is made incorrectly, he huffs and puffs and politely asks the baristas to remake it. frodo insists they charge him, but sam and the baristas fight against this.

merry: oh merry…(movie) merry likes to believe he enjoys coffee, but realizes very quickly that he only likes it when it’s covered up by the flavor of pure sugar. he cycles through quite a few regular drinks at starbucks, some of which include the mocha cookie crumble frappuccino, an iced white mocha with sweet cream cold foam and caramel drizzle, or maybe a hazelnut latte with two extra pumps (to cover up the bitter coffee, obviously).

pippin: pippin does not like coffee. period. does he have a caffeine addiction? yeah, but his sugar addiction is probably worse. like merry, he has a handful of go-to drinks, depending on the weather, the day, his mood, etc. any of the creme based fraps, especially vanilla bean and strawberry, tickle his fancy. he also gets a strawberry acai lemonade with no inclusions (chunks don’t sit well with him), or occasionally a blended strawberry lemonade. he also buys an entire backpack full of pastries every time he goes, so he has a snack for the road, for home, for dinner, for dessert, for—

[justthehiddleswrites]

Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 7 | If anyone is taking my wife out on a date, it’ll be me!

A/N:  Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed).  It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will.  Keep your hate to yourself.  

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt.  Tom has an idea to solve all their problems.  Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts.  Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else.  In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: Tom finally pulls himself together to tell Molly he loves her.  But is it too late for these two? 

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of:  child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

TAGLIST IS OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED!  THANK YOU FOR READING!

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Tom paced around the house for a good two hours. Each plan he came up with to win Molly back, more hairbrained than the next. None of them would have worked anyway. Tom didn’t know where she was staying. And she had been smart enough to withdraw cash from an ATM to use for a hotel room. During Tom’s muttering and ranting, his eye caught the vase Molly put the flowers from yesterday in. The sight of them enraged him so much that he flung them across the room. It hit the wall, sending glass, water and flowers flying and leaving a mark on the wall.

“Fuck! Another fucking mess to clean up.” he growled at himself as he went to clean it up.

Tom sliced open a finger and the palm of his right hand, picking up the glass shards to bin them.

“Christ, Thomas! Can’t do anything right. Break the vase and make a mess, cut your hand to hell, destroy the one good thing…”

He collapsed into sobs against the wall, covering his eyes with his non-injured hand. The other hand hung at his side, blood dripping onto the floor. It took a good five minutes for Tom to get himself off the floor. He poorly dressed the wound on his palm, having only the use of one hand and not his good hand.

Rather than bothering to clean up the mess, he let it sit and headed to bed. Not that he would do much sleeping.

He woke the next morning to more speculation in the papers about his marriage and a splitting headache. He fixed himself an espresso. His stomach rumbled, and he realized he missed dinner yesterday. Tom opened the fridge to find storage containers of fruit with little notes on them.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Tom chuckled as tears welled up again. “Oh, Molly.” He opened up the container and popped a piece of melon into his mouth. His phone buzzed.

“Ben.” he answered dryly, popping another piece of melon in.

“That bad? I suspected as much. How did you fuck this up?” Ben chuckled.

“I yelled. I called her stupid. I got jealous. But mostly I yelled. I never should have yelled at her. She doesn’t like to be yelled at. I promised not to yell at her…”

“You’re babbling, Tom. How on earth does a confession of your undying love turn into you yelling and her, sleeping on the couch?”

“Never got that far, and she moved out.” Tom sniffled. “I, I don’t know where she is.”

“Well, damn it man, find her and fix this. I can’t handle another six months of you moping about.” Ben groaned.

“What makes you think she’ll take me back. I broke her trust. I did the one thing—”

“She will take you back because she loves you. Don’t believe everything you read in the papers. Besides, didn’t Loki kick Captain America’s ass?”

Tom chuckled. “Only once.” Tom sighed. “But how am I going to find her?”

“Have you tried the phone?”

Tom glared at his mobile. “You are hilarious, mate. Yes.”

“One of her friends then. Surely, someone must know where she is staying.”

Tom shook his head. “She doesn’t really have many…” Tom snapped his fingers. “I’ve got to let you go, Ben.”

“Where are you off to?”

“I got to sell my soul.”

“To the Devil?”

“Worse. My sister.”

-

Emma didn’t expect to see her brother appear on her doorstep that morning. She had expected him to call first.

“I don’t know where she is, Tom!” Emma snapped back.

“You’re lying, Emma. Your brow always twitches when you are lying. Where is she, Emma?”

“I’m not telling you, Tom. She told me what you said.” Emma narrowed her eyes at her brother.

“And I need to tell her I was a right bastard.”

“Which you are!”

Tom shook his head. “If I tell you everything, will you tell where Molly is? I don’t care if she tells me to fuck off. I just need her to know I love her. More than anything.”

Emma opened the door wider and crossed her arms. “I’m listening.”

Tom stepped inside. “So you know how after the break-up, the papers kept running stories about me?”

“Yeah…”

Tom ran his toe along the edge of the rug in Emma’s foyer. “So I may have come up with the idea of getting married to give the papers something else to write?”

Emma’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. “So you’re not married. Mum is going to—”

“Oh no, I’m legally married. I’ve got the certificate to prove it. I agreed to pay off her debts in exchange for carrying as my wife.” Tom’s voice grew smaller as he explained the whole arrangement.

“Is Molly a—”

“Don’t even say it, Emma or I swear. Don’t speak ill of Molly. She is a nice girl who has managed admirably despite a horrific childhood. And I…” He struggled to find the words.

“Fell in love.” Emma finished his sentence.

Tom’s eyes welled with tears, and he nodded. “I did. I didn’t mean to, but I did, Em. She is…” Tom choked. “… my world. I love her so much it burns me from the inside out and she doesn’t know. She needs to know. I can’t let her go without her knowing she is loved. By me.” A tear fell onto Tom’s cheek.

Emma stood there for a moment, silently staring at her brother, crying in her foyer. “You realize by telling me all this, I will have enough to blackmail you until the end of time to not tell Mother?”

“A price I will gladly pay to get the chance to talk to my wife one more time.” Tom gazed up at his sister. “Will you help me, Emma?”

She shifted her feet around. “She’s at the Park International Hotel, Room 223.”

Tom leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, Em.”

“Go get the girl, Tom.” she smiled at him.

-

“Thanks for coming over.” Molly sniffled. “I know you’re busy.”

“Hey, hey.” Chris reached out and grabbed her hand. “It’s no trouble. You sounded so upset on the phone.”

Molly smiled over at Chris before her face crumbled as she cried again. For the looks of it, she had cried most of the night. Her eyes were puffy and rimmed with red.

“Sh, sh, sh.” Chris moved to envelope her in a hug, pulling her tight to his chest. “Tell me what happened. It’s about the picture, isn’t it?”

Molly nodded her head against him. “Yes.”

“I can’t imagine Tom getting mad about that, babe. We are just friends.”

“I know, right? But Tom got so mad and cold. And he yelled. He knows how… how.. I.. am with yelling.” She buried her head in his chest. “I thought he cared about me.”

“Of course he cares about you. He loves you, Molly.” Chris pulled back. “You’re his wife.”

“It’s a bit more to it than that, I’m afraid.” She wiped the tears away. “Our relationship is…” She was on the verge of telling Chris everything.

“Complicated?” Chris raised an eyebrow. “Tell me about it. And the fame only makes it worst. Everyone watching and judging. They have no idea what is going behind closed doors.”

“That’s an understatement.” Molly sniffled. “How do you deal?”

Chris smiled and laughed. “Not well. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m single.”

“A handsome guy like you?” Molly teased.

“I have my flaws. But my dog thinks I’m great.”

Molly laughed for the first time. “I bet he does.”

“But the important thing is that the two of you love and care for each other, and the rest of it is bullshit.” Chris sighed. “And you and Tom clearly care for each other. Why else would he act so possessive?” Chris smirked.

“You noticed that?”

“I could have been blind and noticed that. Tom has got it bad. And I can’t say I blame him. A beautiful, amazing girl like you. He’s a lucky guy. If you were single…”

Molly blushed. “Thanks.”

They sat in awkward silence until Chris smacked his legs.

“Well, this is awkward. I’m going to go get some food for us and bring it back, and we are going to figure out what to do next.”

Chris turned to leave. “Chris!” Molly called out.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for everything.”

“Sure, babe.”

-

Tom stepped out of the elevator and walked towards Molly’s room. The entire drive over, Tom went through his head what he would say to Molly. How he would beg her to come back. That he loved her. All that went out the window when he saw Chris leaving Molly’s room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tom bellowed. “Haven’t you done enough?”

Chris spun around and his eyes narrowed. “I’m here at Molly’s request. Apparently, her husband upset her.” he sniped back.

“And you’re here to comfort her? That’s my job. I’m her husband.” Tom’s fist clenched as he saw Chris smirking at him.

“You’re doing a piss-poor job, buddy. She’s been crying all night.” Chris jabbed his thumb at the door.

“How would you know that?!” Tom marched forward until he was toe to toe with Evans.

Chris looked Tom up and down. “Listen,” he ignored Tom’s question. “if things don’t work out between the two of you, mind if I date her? She’s seems like a great girl, deserves a good—”

CRACK! Tom punched Chris square on the jaw. Chris tumbled to the ground, holding his face.

“If anyone is taking my wife out on a date, it’ll be me!” Tom yelled back.

“Tom!” Molly stood at the door. “What the fuck?!”

“Molly!” Tom and Chris called out together. They both rushed to her, but Tom got there first, kicking a foot out to keep Chris at bay.

“Darling, I…” Tom reached out for her. Molly took a step back.

“How did you even find me?”

“Emma told me.”

Molly huffed. “Traitor.”

“She knows.” Tom leaned in.

Molly gasped. “You told her?! But she might tell your mom. Tom, I…”

“You’re worth the risk.”

“I should say so.” Chris piped up.

Tom’s head twisted around to glare at Chris.

“You’re still here? This is none of your concern.” Tom hissed.

“I was invited.” Chris straightened his shirt. “Right, Molly?”

Molly held up her hand. “I think you should go, Chris.”

“But—” Chris protested.

“Tom and I need to talk. Alone.”

Tom smiled at Chris. “Nice to see you, mate.”

Chris wanted to push the issue but knew better. He sighed. “Fine, but call me if you need anything, Molly. I’m still in town for a few more days.”

Molly nodded. “Got it. Thanks, Chris.”

“You’re welcome.” Chris shoved his pockets and walked towards the elevator.

Tom returned his attention to Molly. They stepped into her room and shut the door. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours, Molly. And he’s already in your be—”

“Did you just come here to yell at me again?! And what are you talking about?”

“Chris said you have been crying all night. I assumed…” Tom stopped. “He didn’t—”

“No, but thanks for thinking so little of me. Did you come here to tell me that?”

“No, I…” Tom stumbled over his words. “I was wrong. I should have never yelled. Especially knowing what I did. You were right, I was jealous of Chris. I still am.”

Molly tapped her foot. “Anything else? Because you could have sent all of that in a text. You didn’t need to come here. It doesn’t change anything, Tom. I.. can’t… keep…” Her voice wavered, all her hurt and emotions mixed up inside of her.

Tom swallowed hard and exhaled sharply. “I love you, Molly. I am…” He chuckled. “hopelessly in love with you. That’s why I got so jealous. I was afraid that…” Tom fidgeted. “… you would leave me.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” Molly fidgeted.

“I’m an idiot.” Tom stepped forward, cupping her cheek. “I thought admitting I loved you meant losing you. Our relationship was never meant to be this. It was business. And then Chris came along and the two of you got along. I lost my mind.

“The heart wants what it wants.” Molly whispered, her hands lighting on Tom’s shoulders. “Tom, I…”

Tom pleaded. “Please come back. I need you, Molly. I will spend the rest of my life showing you, proving to you I am worthy of your love. Just please come back.” Tom pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard and crying.

“I… I… love you too.” Molly whispered, starting to sob. “And you are an absolute idiot.”

They both laughed. Tom leaned in and his lips tentatively, scared she would turn away. Molly deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Tom’s neck, pulling him against her. Tom walked them back until she hit the wall. Molly gasped. Tom breathed her in and slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting every corner of her. He wanted to know every inch. She clung to him for dear life, tasting him as well. There was heat and passion and everything Molly wanted. She leaned back against the wall, panting.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for so long.” Tom continued to kiss her, in between words, stealing her breath. “Marry me.”

Molly giggled against his lips, cupping his face in her hands. “I’m already married to you.”

Tom’s lips trailed down Molly’s neck. “Then sleep with me.” He sucked hard in the crook of her neck. “Let me make love to you, darling. I need you.” He pressed against her, desperate.

“Yes.” The only word Molly could muster in the moment.

Tom picked her up and walked her to the unmade bed and placed her down. As he tugged his shirt off, Molly scrambled with her shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor, leaving herself in just a bra and panties.

Tom smiled and licked his lips as he yanked his belt off and pushed his pants and underwear to the floor. Molly gulped as she took in Tom naked.

“Bra and panties too.” he prodded as he crawled onto the bed. “I want to see my wife in all her beauty.”

Molly shivered at his words and her hands shook as she unhooked her bra and slipped her panties down her legs. She laid there naked.

“Glorious.” Tom purred as he settled between her legs. His mouth latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and licking. Molly arched her back and groaned.

“Fuck, yes!” She grabbed the back of Tom’s head and pulled him closer.

Tom released her nipple with a pop and moved over to the other one. His hand snaked between their bodies to find Molly’s core, teasing her clit with his thumb. She bucked against his touch.

“Tom, please. I need you.” Her hand stroked his cock, teasing the tip along her folds. “All of you.”

“Then all of me you shall have.” Tom pushed into her, groaning until he bottomed out. Molly arched into him, filled to the brim.

“Yes!” she breathed.

Tom twisted his hips as he thrusted into her with long strokes, hitting that spot inside of her. Molly bucked her hips, wanting every inch of him. Her nails dug into Tom’s back.

Tom wanted the moment to last forever. Just him and Molly and nothing else. But his release edged near, and he wanted to please Molly first.

“Are you close, darling?” Tom growled in her ear.

Molly nodded. “Yes!”

Tom drew tight circles against Molly’s clit as he sped up his thrusting. “Come for me, my love.”

Molly soon came, clenching hard around him, causing Tom to come too, spilling inside of her. He carefully rolled off to the side, and pulled Molly onto his chest, smoothing her hair back and kissing her forehead.

“That was incredible, darling. You are…”

“So are you.” she interrupted, wiggling into the crook of the body. “Tom?”

“Molly?”

“Will you do me a favor?” She drew circles in Tom’s chest hair with her nail.

“Anything.” He held his breath, waiting.

“Take me home.” Her face breaking out into a sparkling smile.

Tom pressed his lips to hers. “On one condition….” She raised an eyebrow. “You move into the master bedroom with me. I haven’t slept a wink in weeks because you aren’t there.”

Molly laughed as she nodded her head. “Deal.”

[slytherinliththorne]

Lith Thorne’s Profile

New Template by  @cursebreaker-lilith​​

~BASICS~

Name: Ailith Thorne Rosas.

Nicknames: Lith, Witchling.

Name Meaning: Idk man I don’t remember :b

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 16

Birthday: December 10

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Sexuality: Biromantic asexual

Ethnicity/Nationality:  Mexican

~APPEARANCE~

Body:

Height: 1.65

Build: Slim

Eyes: Golden

Hair: White

Skin: White

Misc:  She has a rune in her chest product of her curse. A small scar in her forehead from when she was little and fell, it’s almost unnoticeable.

Material Items:

Clothing: Hogwarts uniform mostly. Lith has almost no fashion sense, so she resorts to comfy hoodies, plain shirts and jeans. She also owns a few stylish and girly clothes, but won't use them unless necessary.

Accesories: An amethyst earing in later years, a necklace with a feather of Talbott’s and a teeth of Jacob.

In their school bag: Her sketchbook, pens, pencils and chalks, a deck of cards, her wand, a woven bracelet,  her amethyst charm that becomes an earring in later years.

Reference:

Face claim: None

Voice claim: None

~PERSONALITY~

Traits:

Positive:

Lucky: For some reason, Lith has super good luck for the most trivial things, like managing to get a cauldron just before Potions class starts because she forgot hers. She assumes it must be the universe’s compensation for cursing her.

Resourceful: To any problem she encounters, from a forgotten homework to escaping death, she will always have a set of solutions already elaborated in her mind. They might not always work as she wants, but they certainly save her ass.

Intelligent: She is a nerd and an overachiever. She enjoys learning and hyperfixates on a lot of interesting subjects during the course of her life.

Neutral:

Introverted: While she can handle big groups, Lith gets stressed out quickly. She prefers being on her own or with a few friends.

Daydreamer: Lith’s head is always on the clouds, she has whole worlds inside, but never actually gets to express them, not that she minds. She also has a very vivid imagination.

Negative:

Insecure: She gains more confidence as she grows older, but she will always doubt her abilities and her own worth.

Workaholic: No matter what she does, she has to give her best. That causes many sleepless nights and some eyebags once in a while.

No emotional intelligence: When it comes to matters of the heart, she has no clue how to proceed. She finds it difficult to read the mood of a room or identify when someone is feeling down. In the same way that she has a hard time figuring out her own emotions and naming them.

Description:

Something something I’ll write it later

Other:

Likes: Solitude, art, books, muggle trinkets, sweets, winter.

Dislikes: Blood supremacy, loud places, summer, heat.

MBTI: INTP

Alignment: Neutral Good

~HOGWARTS~

Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

OWL CLASSES:

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

DADA: E

Flying: A

Herbology: A

History of Magic: O

Potions: A

Transfiguration: E

OWL ELECTIVES:

Care of Magical Creatures: A

Apparition: O

Divination: A

NEWT CLASSES:

Charms: O

Transfiguration: A

History of Magic: E

Extracurriculars:

Art

Muggle art

Best Classes:

Charms: Lith was taught charms by Jacob since he began Hogwarts when he noticed his sister had a particular proficiency with them, so when Lith arrived she was a bit ahead of her peers and continued to hone her skills on more advanced charms on her own.

History of Magic: Lith has always been a History nerd and History of Magic was a class she enjoyed and easily excelled in. Not much because of the Professor but Rowan and the study groups they would organize.

Worst Classes:

Flying: When in her human form, she is terrified of heights and hates flying.

Herbology: Lith and plants is something that is just not meant to be.

Favorite Professors:

Silvanus Kettleburn: He is eccentric, he is encouraging and he cares not about the world except for his beloved magical creatures. Lith admires his dedication and appreciates a non conventional teacher like him.

Patricia Rakepick: While Lith never fully trusted the curse breaker, she would be lying if she said that she did not enjoy Rakepick’s classes. She was probably the best professor of DADA she ever had.

Least Favorite Professors:

Severus Snape: Despite being her Head of House, Lith never liked Snape. He could mean well and she would be grateful for that but please be at a minimum distance of 6 feet apart. His attitude was the opposite of encouraging and she hated it.

Madam Hooch: She is scary :(( please don’t yell at her for not knowing how to fly she doesn’t need a broom anyway ;-;.

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin House

The House of Thorne

Circle of Khanna

The Werewolf Support Squad (with Jae, Talbott, Chiara and Rowan)

The Silver Coven (with Summer Charn and Catherine Stark)

Professions:

Freelance curse breaker.

Independent Rescuer.

Part-time artist and painter.

~MAGIC~

1st Wand:

Willow wood

10

Surprisingly swishy

Unicorn hair core

“Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.” (Pottermore.)

2nd Wand:

Macpalxochitl wood

113/4

Slightly Yielding

Huactli feather core

Disclaimer: this is my own lore.

Macpalxochitl, or the Devil’s Hand Tree, became a popular wood to make wands out of when the afrancesamiento of Mexico began. Old chroniclers would often refer to this tree as “worthy of any castle and palace”, so it was sought by wizards of high status. Nowadays it’s existence is very rare and only a few wandmakers are allowed to handle this tree. Wands of this wood tend to be stubborn, but they will remain loyal to their first owner. It is said that it’s better suited to healing magic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not able to turn to the Dark Arts.

The Huactli  is a strange eagle-like bird that feeds on snakes. Its peculiarity is that it’s is able to speak the language of men and predict their future. It is said that if you hear it laugh, it means good luck, but if it mutters sadly, it can translate in danger, sickness and death. Wands of this core make powerful spells, but are often unpredictable and difficult to tame. Their loyalty is easily gained and easily lost, though this may vary depending on the wood. 

Boggart 

Form: A big twisted grackle like humanoid with bright golden eyes.

Riddikulus: The grackle suddenly doing the chicken dance.

Amorentia

What they smell: Hot chocolate, books and oil painting (turpentine lmao).

What they smeel like to others: Mint, paint and parchment.

Patronus

Form: Jaguar (for Jacob), Eagle (after Talbott).

Memory: Family reunions on her Mother’s side of the family. All her cousins running around while the adults played cards.

What they see in the Mirror of Erised: Jacob and her, side by side, with the marks of their curse erased from their chests. As the years pass, more people are added into the picture behind them, like Chiara, Rowan, Talbott and Jae. After Rowan dies, their image takes Jacob’s place by Lith’s side.

~FAMILY~

Father: Daniel Thorne.Pureblood wizard.

Curly white hair (not due to the curse tho), white skin and golden eyes. Her dad is her greatest supporter, anything she wants to do he is right behind her cheering for her. He is a little bit eccentric but he loves to indulge his children's interests and spoil them. However, he is not available in the emotional department, he doesn’t know how to deal with those problems.

Mother:  Perla Rosas Villareal.

Muggle. Curly brown hair, brown skin and brown eyes. Her mom is strict but loving. Lith always seeks her for emotional support, she listens patiently and offers help only when asked. She is the one who makes her question things and they often get into arguments because of that.

Brother: Jacob Thorne Rosas

Half-blood wizard. The reason for all this mess. Curly silver hair, brown skin and golden eyes. An introverted and sweet guy, but very naive and trusting. The relationship between the Thorne siblings had always been good. Sure, they fought and argued, but they got along pretty well. After the Vaults, Lith became wary of her own brother, but when it all ended they began to reconstruct their relationship, though it will always be damaged.

Pets:

Onyx (Grackle): He is not exactly her pet, he is the other half of her soul aka her Companion.

Nox: A black cat that stayed back at home with her parents.

~FRIENDS~

Best friends:

Rowan Khanna

Chiara Lobosca

Jae Kim

Good friends:

Badeea Ali (they are art rivals but in a friendly way)

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Tulip Karasu

Friends:

Penny Haywood

Barnaby

Murphy

Andre

It’s Complicated:

Love Interests:

Talbott Winger (he is the only one I have a description for atm, the others are in another post if I remember correctly lol)

They met when Lith was trying to break her curse via the animagus potion, a thing that obviously didn’t work.

After the failure of the potion (of which Talbott is not aware), they began to notice they shared similar hiding spots, such as the Owlery, and started to acknowledge each other’s existence by simply saying hello.

Then Lith started to get closer again, asking him about the potion and being an animagus. He got suspicious and ended up discovering Chiara and Lith were trying to turn Jae into an animagus to accompany them during Chiara’s werewolf transformation.

He agreed to help them and became a member of the Werewolf Support Squad, a little bit against his will but he warmed up to them eventually.

They started to get close during those night escapades. They hung out more together (with the Squad) even after the full moons.  

Recovering Talbott’s necklace was the first time they got close one on one. It was also the moment they began to develop feelings for each other, even if they couldn’t name them yet.

They like being alone together, and started acting as a couple before they actually became one.

The moment Talbott realizes he has fallen for Lith is a morning after the full moon, when they are all in the Room of Requirement trying to get some sleep and the only thing he can look at is her.

For Lith it takes more time to realize her massive crush. It happened when Talbott fell asleep in the library while studying together. Tulip comes in and says something like “could you tell your boyfriend to wake up, Lith Thorne? We are having a House meeting soon.” Lith’s like “he is not my boyfriend tho??” and Tulip just answers “Really? Thought you were dating for months.” And leaves. That’s the moment when Lith looks at sleeping Talbott and omg he is cute and we certainly do look like a couple oh fuck.

Yet neither of them thinks the other is interested, so they continue like normal.

Until they stay behind in the Room of Requirement one time and they accidentally confess and bam guess they are a real couple now.

They graduate. Talbott gets his own place and works as an auror, Lith travels the world as a curse breaker. They meet sometimes and go on dates.

The year of Voldemort’s uprising, they have a fight and they both go their separate ways, though they never once mention breaking up.

They reunite in the Battle of Hogwarts, Talbott almost dies and they apologize to each other.

Lith moves in with Talbott after that and they marry and adopt two kittens.

Dormmates:

Merula Snyde

Ismelda Murk

Rowan Khanna

Doesn’t interact:

Merula Snyde

Ismelda Murk

Diego Caplan

Bea Haywood

Enemies:

Merula Snyde (formerly)

Patricia Rakepick

R

~STORY~

Childhood: 

Lith was born in a middle low class family in the Valley of Mexico, with a malediction in her blood. Her early childhood consisted of playing with the children in the same street and Jacob. Since insecurity was still not that high in the city, her mom would let them go out of the house on their own. They attended a public elementary school until Jacob received his letter. After that, Lith couldn’t bother with school anymore but was forced to attend. As she grew up, children started to distance themselves from her, all the neighbourhood thought it was suspicious that her brother had gone to a boarding school when they barely had the money to pay for all their expenses. It got worse when Jacob disappeared.

HOGWARTS:

1st Year: Befriends Rowan, Ben, Chiara and Penny. Makes enemies with Merula. Finds Ice Vault. The Werewolf Support Unit is formed by Chiara, Rowan and Lith.

2nd Year: Ben Cooper disappears. Befriends Bill Weasley. They enter another common room. They open the Ice Vault.

3rd Year: Befriends Tulip, Barnaby and Talbott. Tries the Animagus potion. Attempt to turn Jae into an animagus. The Werewolf Support Unit becomes the Werewolf Support Squad with new members Jae and Talbott. They open Fear Vault.

4th Year: Befriends Charlie Weasley. Patricia Rakepick arrives at Hogwarts. Sleepwalking curse. Open Forest Vault. Goes to the Celestial Ball with Rowan and on a “date” with Talbott.

5th Year: Befriends Jae Kim, Badeea Ali, Liz Tuttle and Diego Caplan. Detention in the kitchens. Beatrice Haywood is trapped in the portrait. Rakepick becomes the new DADA teacher. Lith realizes she has feelings for Talbott. They open the Portrait Vault.

6th Year: Ben goes dark. Lith and Talbott start to date. Rowan dies. Meets Ty Blackwood and finds out they are related. Circle of Khanna.

7th Year: Who tf knows?? :))

ADULTHOOD:

After graduation: Lith goes to become a cursebreaker, taking jobs others would not. She quickly gains a reputation among shady witches and wizards. She lives like this for a year, not having a stable place to stay and traveling from country to country carrying only her backpack. She grows tired of it and decides to drop it all. She goes back to Mexico and moves in with a few muggle roomies. She studies plastic arts at a university and graduates early. She goes back to England to return to her curse breaker activities when Voldemort comes back.

Order of the Phoenix / 2nd Wizarding War: Lith never joins the Order of the Phoenix. She becomes an independent Rescuer, working by herself or for third parties (the Order included) to rescue Undesirables and get them out of the country. She even crafter fake papers to get them out. She does get in contact with members of the Order sometimes, like Carewyn Cromwell, who is one of her main contacts within the Ministry. She fights in the Battle of Hogwarts and saves Talbott’s life after reuniting with him.

Post-War: She decides she has had enough adventures for a while and moves in with Talbott, who quits as an auror and becomes a poet. They get married in a small ceremony which basically was just signing the papers and getting dinner with friends afterwards. After Jacob dies and her nephew Icarus is left orphaned, she takes him in with Talbott and they all move in with Ty at his much bigger home. Lith returns to her curse breaking job to support the whole family, since she doesn’t want Ty to pay for all of their expenses. Charlie moves in too after dating Ty for a while, which was a surprise for all. And they all live together whoo.

Old Age & Death: After retiring definitely, Lith dedicates the rest of her life to art. She even sells some of her works. She paints until her hair starts to turn black and she grows feathers, she paints until her arms don’t obey her anymore. She dies on her bed, with her precious Companion resting on her chest, as they both merge together, accompanied by Talbott, Icarus and her loved ones.

MISC

When they were children, Jacob lost one of his fangs during a sudden transformation and a collision with the door. Lith keeps it as a necklace charm and gifted Jacob one of her own feathers. Because of this, she believes the first black quill is the one he carried as a necklace charm too.

Before they start dating, Lith gives Talbott one of her feathers, which he wears alongside her mother’s. Lith also wears one of his as a necklace, but when she grows older she turns it into an earring. This is one of the reasons why people believe they were already together.

Lith has a habit of drawing on her skin, which is why she sometimes has her legs covered in little doodles. She later starts drawing on her friends.

She hoards art supplies.

She is a gambling addict, so she will get intense during exploding snap games. She knows a lot of card games from her Mother’s side of the family, challenge her at your own risk.

She never learned how to drive.

She learned a bit of mexican magic from her cousins, who attended Aztlán (the mexican wizarding school) created by @tsikuri.

She definitely sings in the shower, but not during her Hogwarts years.

Her taste in music is broad, listening to almost anything except banda.

She has a sweet tooth and cannot stand spicy food, causing the teasing from her whole family, who all, as proud Mexicans, eat chili with everything.

After she graduates, her schedule shifts entirely. She wakes up at 2 pm and goes to sleep at 3 am.

Her love languages are physical touch, but she is too shy and hyper aware to actually approach people and touch them, and gifts.  

If you give her food, you will now be on her “Good human, Angel from Heaven :-:” list. 

Her wand core comes from a bird that can predict death and misfortune, this curiously can be linked to her manifestation of the curse.

Most people think her new wand is ugly, and she did too. But she had to carve it herself to obtain it from an old Mexican wandmaker. The form is also inspired in the flower from the wand wood tree.Lucky: For some reason, Lith has super good luck for the most trivial things, like managing to get a cauldron just before Potions class starts because she forgot hers. She assumes it must be the universe’s compensation for cursing her.

[talesofayoungadventress]

The fact I never did a blog about this kills me. Because there was some crazy shit that went down... as always. But here we are, 3 years later post global pandemic and online teaching 💀 Home girl NEEDS this current vacation. Anyways currently sitting here in Vegas with Monica and I needed to get this up for myself than for anyone to read… #memories and whatnot.

Monica and I did a 5 week trip to Spain and Morocco. I HONEST TO GOD thought this trip was going to be normal. We were older, safe and sane, & not out doin’ risky shit like we use to. All was pretty uneventful the first two weeks in Spain. We drank a pitcher or two of sangria a day, ate, napped for siesta... and anyone thats read from while I was in Thailand knows that is Monica’s specialty 😂, went to see some floating Jesus for Monica, and that’s pretty much it. The men are 🔥, the sangria is perfect, and country wide afternoon nap time is good for the soul. 10/10 would recommend Spain.

The words “Damn Monica look at us having a safe and sane vacation like responsible adults” even left my mouth at one point. We were so proud. Mom was proud I wasn’t out doing hood rat stuff. But then came our last day in Spain. I knew it was all too good to be true...

We stayed in a port town called Tarifa. Although we both had big girl jobs at this point, we still kept it cheap and took the ferry to Tangier in Morocco rather than fly. The night at our hotel set the tone for the rest of the trip. The fire alarm went off in the middle of the night. I panicked and jumped out of bed because I wasn’t about to burn, meanwhile this bitch Monica leisurely gets up, walks to the sink, puts her sweatshirt on and starts washing her face. WASHING HER FREAKING FACE!! WTF!? I actually yelled at her and got her butt out. Thank god it was a false alarm. But moral of the story Monica would have let us burn to wash her face 😑

The ferry was mistake #1. I took Dramamine and Monica didn’t want to. You get one guess who spent the entire ferry ride throwing up in a sink.

Now I’ve only ever thought I was about to be snatched once while traveling. It was in Cambodia with Monica and our psycho drugged out tuk tuk driver. I can add our first day in Morocco as the second time.

For whatever reason Morocco doesn’t let you get money before entering the country like other places. You need to get it from ATM’s at the airport upon arrival. But we chose the cheap route (never again and this lesson will come back to haunt me later... 🐫) and came on the ferry. We asked where we could get $ and they said they had lots of ATM machines outside of the building. Well surprise surprise we didn’t see any. We stood there with no money or phone service stranded wondering what we would do.

Then, out of no where, a man came up and asked us if we wanted to get money and told us to follow him. He led us to a row of windowless rape vans like you see on Criminal Minds and told us the ATM and money exchange was inside. Should I have gone in? No. Did I? Yes. Just when I thought I chose the safe and sane life in Spain it all went out the window. As soon as they opened the back doors sure enough there was a little ATM and a man with a table. Still leery I get in and they slam the doors right behind me. At this point I thought “God damn, really! After all that I’ve gotten myself into this is how I’m being taken out!?” But all went well and I got our money.

After the creepy $ situation, we got a random Chefchaouen and it was everything I wanted it to be. It was blue. It was pretty. We were even offered cocaine instead of the crepes we wanted our first night, and Monica made my fat butt hike up a steep hill TWICE in sandals. But that hike up was so worth it watching those sunsets overlooking the city and hearing the call to prayer. Monica 1, Meghan 0.

After Chefchaouen we headed to Marrakech. I wanted all the rugs, all the vases, tiles, baskets, purses. Honestly I was the equivalent to what the grinch looks like as he’s collecting all the Christmas shit from Whoville. Put it in my bag I’ll give you all the $$. We also stayed in the best boutique hotel. Monica wasn’t a fan until we walked in and settled ourselves. Monica 1, Meghan 1.

I straight up threw down those dollars in Marrakech. I didn’t work all those night classes for nothing! I texted a random guy who sold rugs that I found from someone online. Again... another risky choice but I wanted some damn rugs! Monica was pissed I’d text and leave with a random person for rugs but I was determined and dragged her off with me. Jokes on her because he was so nice, gave us mint tea, and let me live all my Moroccan rug dreams. I got 4. Did I need 4? Hell no! BUUUT did I want 4? Yes.

Shout out to my mom for putting up with my crap and letting me ship and store those babies at her house 😏. FYI they look fab in my new house.

Now there wasn’t anything else to report until the very end of our trip. This is when the “cheap route” reared its ugly head again. Monica is no longer allowed to plan excursions. Ever. 🙅🏽‍♀️ You get what you pay for.

We did a desert camping experience and took a random van 15 hours into the Sahara desert. The entire ride was sketch as usual, and they eventually dropped us off at a hotel for the night. The next day we had to give our room up and sat outside in 130° weather until our evening camel ride into the desert. My camel was NOT cooperating and it took me forever to get on. Monica was last to load up because she started crying and didn’t want to get on because “she could tell her camel didn’t want to go.” So she suggested she’d walk there… the entire 2 1/2 hour trip. The guides looked at her like she was crazy and said no and forced her on anyways. I heard her crying for a good 15 minutes before she was fine and wanted a picture.

My camel ride was 🙅🏽‍♀️. The blankets weren’t tied and my saddle was a triangle piece of wood that kept slipping off. Sitting slanted on a triangle piece of wood for almost 3 hours on a camel is the worst.

Once we got to the camp we had to walk through piles of camel poop to eat dinner in the dark. Also, no warning to us before hand, but our camp didn’t have a water bin or bottles so your girl was waterless in the Sahara desert 🥵. The bed sheets also had me shook to the core… not washed, probably ever, as there was a BODY PRINT STAIN you could see!

Despite the nastiness, the stars were pretty, we climbed to the top of the sand dunes, and I watched the sunrise because I refused to lay down on that bed.

At this point I was tired, dehydrated, and just wanted to get back. Monica still didn’t want to ride the camels (she was in her vegan phase this trip) and said she told them we’d pay to take ATVs. I used the last of $ I had left to do so, and we waited for them to arrive while everyone else loaded back up on camels.

This is where things got weird. We were left with two guys that helped run the camp. One started playing drums for us while the other just sat and glared the entire time. He eventually told us he didn’t like America’s, said we shouldn’t take pictures, and then plot twist he wanted to add us on Facebook. Shout out to Sayed for giving us creepy predator vibes.

Once the ATVs came, we got on and went on our way. While Monica took off nice and slow happy as can be, my guy guns it! I literally held on for dear life the entire 30 min ride back. He’d speed up while we’d go down the sand dunes and our ATV would literally hover down! I don’t remember anything, it all went black, and I almost died.

Once we got back to the hotel Monica was crying and told me it was because of how beautiful the sunrise was on our ride back. She asked if I saw it, but Girl NO I DID NOT because I was trying to hold on and make sure me and my backpack weren’t left in the dust.

We took a shower with a single small stream of water and then took another bus 15 hours back into Marrakech. I was next to a kid that threw up the entire time. No food, no water because I was out of money.

Now if you’ve made it this far bless you. This was the end of our trip and I ended it with picking up some bug that had me SIIIIICK the rest of the two days and entire flight home.

Which brings us to today, exactly 3 years later, and 2 canceled trips back to Thailand thanks to COVID. This road trip will be fun though! Here’s to being on home turf, accident free, not taking the cheap way out, and being responsible.

❤️ Love from Vegas 🇺🇸

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ Where Are You Now? (Johnny Seo)

Genre: Angst, Dark, Inspirational ☁

Word Count: 3,866 ☁

Pairing: Reader, Johnny ☁

World: NCT ☁

Song: “Where are you now?” by Loving Caliber  ☁

Author’s Note: I’ve had this on my mind for about a week. Today, I had a rough day and my depression flared up, As I was listening to music to calm down, the song for this fic started playing so I decided to bite the bullet and write it out. Because of my mood, it’s very dark and depressing and even I cried as I was writing it, but that doesn’t say much as I’m a sensitive bitch. After getting all of my bad emotions out, I ended it lightly. It’s not fluff, but I wasn’t sure what to label it. The most appropriate thing I could think of was “inspirational”. I worked on this non-stop for about three and a half hours, so I hope you enjoy. I highly recommend listening to the song of the same name by loving caliber while you read it. I listened to this song on replay the entire time I was writing so I could get the feel of the song properly incorporated into the fic.

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You first met Johnny Seo when you twelve years old. Your family had just moved to Chicago and he happened to be your neighbor. His family was very friendly, coming over to welcome you to the neighborhood. You didn’t like him at first because he was already taller than you, but you soon learned that he stood above most of the kids your age. It hadn’t taken long for him to worm his way into your heart because of his kind and helpful nature.

He was your first friend and he made life so much more entertaining. Whether he was cracking jokes or tripping over his own feet, he always brightened up everyone’s day. Spending time with him meant living in the moment. You didn’t think about what tomorrow would bring, all you thought about was how much fun you were having at that moment. Today was all that mattered to both of you.

You’re not sure how it happened, but you became dependent on Johnny. When he wasn’t around, you would become moody and a total nightmare for your family, but whenever he came around, you be the brightest kid around. Suddenly, all of your worries and fears disappeared. It was just you and Johnny exploring everything the world had to over and you loved it.

You still remember the time you spent with him in high school. Just as your mother had predicted, Johnny had grown up to be a heartthrob. He was popular with the boys and even more popular with the girls, but he never let that get to his head. No matter how popular he was, he was always there for you.

You remember the day everything changed for you.

You had been dating a boy from your class for several months and you had convinced yourself that you were in love with him. Deep down, you knew that neither of you felt that way, but it still broke your heart when you walked in on him cheating on you with one of the cheerleaders. Not just that, but he turned it around and told everyone that you had cheated on him. School became hell for you after that, but Johnny didn’t believe the rumors for a second.

He was there, rushing to your side and holding you in his arms as you cried your heart out. That day, both of you had missed more than half of your classes, but neither of you cared. It was just you and him, sitting under a cherry blossom tree in the park.

“I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, remember?”

Before, those words would have made you smile, but that time was different. Something within you snapped and you came to realize that you were in love with Johnny. He was so beautiful, inside and out, and he had always been at your side. How could you have missed it? But he didn’t feel the same.

He was always talking about his crush on the softball team captain.

The fear of rejection and messing up the relationship scared you, so you kept your feelings to yourself. You thought if you ignored it, it would go away, but it didn’t. As time passed, your feelings only grew and he was completely oblivious.

At the end of your senior year, your father announced that you would be moving to another state for his work. On the same day, Johnny announced that he had confessed to the captain and she said yes – they were a couple now.

You made the decision not to tell him about the move.

Just like that, you disappeared from his life.

Five years have passed, and not a day went by that you weren’t thinking about Johnny. You remembered how he would excitedly talk about how he wanted to be an actor or a veterinarian. In the later years of high school, he talked about how cool it would be to be on the Olympic volleyball team. He had so many things that he wanted to do with his life.

As you stood behind the counter of your coffee shop, serving rude customers with strange names, you couldn’t help but wonder if he ever pursued any of those dreams. Maybe he had found a new dream to chase, or maybe he was stuck in the same rut you were living paycheck to paycheck in a dead-end job.

“I clearly said no whipped cream!” A man screamed at you, slamming his hand onto the counter. “Are you even awake?”

“You didn’t say anything about whipped cream, sir.” You responded, numbly. After a year and a half of working the same job, you had become used to the abuse that came with it, both from the customers and your manager. You had become numb to it all.

“Are you saying I’m a liar? The customer is always right, you know.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t just scrape it off, it’s ruined now. I want a new one.”

“Yes, sir.” Like a robot, you dumped his drink and started over, not responding to the old woman standing at the register complaining about no one taking her order. It was only you and another guy working, but he was too busy smoking weed in the back to care, leaving you to deal with the weight of everything.

You handed him his drink which he took with a huff. Jason finally returned, his eyes red and his clothes reeking, but it wasn’t your concern. Your shift had ended and you didn’t hesitate to walk away, ignoring the abusive words and looks the woman at the register was sending your way. Whether you did a good job or a horrible one, your manager would still bitch at you and find a way to blame you for everything that went wrong. You just stopped caring.

You stepped out of the coffee shop with a sigh, your eyes looking up to the dreary sky. Cold drops of rain pelted your face lightly and your breath came out in a thin cloud of smoke. It was the beginning of Spring, but it was still very cold and the rain did little to raise the temperature.

It felt good on your skin.

More importantly, it hid the tears that slid down your cheeks.

Your eyes followed a man across that street. At first glance, he looked a lot like Johnny, but you knew it wasn’t him. Your mind loved to play with you and make you see him everywhere, but you know he isn’t there.

You sighed, slowly trudging back to your apartment. “Do you think about me, too? Because I can’t stop thinking about you…”

Life continued to get worse for you.

You had attended a party hosted by your weed-smoking co-worker and got wasted off your face. You never drank, it just wasn’t who you were, but you just wanted one day that you didn’t think about Johnny. Just one day of being free from him.

In your wasted state, you ended up sleeping with some guy you didn’t know, just hoping that he could replace the thoughts of Johnny.

It made your body feel good, but it did little to heal your soul. You felt just as numb before you passed out, and even more so the next day when you woke up next to the creep.

It was just supposed to be a one night stand, but he took an interest in you and wouldn’t leave you alone. He worked his way into your life and soon into your apartment, but he was a bum and drug addict, relying on your measly check to fund his habit.

You let him do what he wanted until the landlord threatened to evict you. It woke you up enough to tell him that if he wanted drugs, he could get em his damn self because you were done being his ATM. You were done giving him a place to fuck an assortment of women. You were done with everything.

Too bad no one ever told you that bad things happen when you deny a druggie his fix. He turned violent, throwing you against the table and punching you in the gut. The items on the table fell to the ground in the struggle. He tried to wrap his hand around your throat, but you bit his arm and kicked him in the nuts. Because of his grip on you, you both hit the floor, falling into the piles of shattered glass.

Your eyes landed on the broken picture frame on the ground and you grabbed it before forcing yourself up, running into your bedroom and locking the door.

When he recovered, he tried to break down the door but he was as dumb as a bag of rocks and didn’t realize the key was sitting on the counter.

You curled up under the window, hugging the photo to your chest as violent sobs racked your body. How had things gotten so bad? When did things start to nose dive into the ground? Why weren’t you good enough for a normal, happy life?

The idiot had been at it for almost two hours before the sound of banging stopped. You were hoping he had passed out from hitting his head so many times, but you knew your luck just wasn’t that good.

Tears were still clouding your eyes, but your body had finally stopped shaking. You uncurled your body, your limbs feeling numb from being in the same position too long, and you examined the photo.

The glass was gone, leaving behind one small piece stuck to the top of the frame. The wood was broken in half at the bottom, hanging on by a small splinter of wood. When the glass broke, it had scraped up the picture a bit.

Your finger ran over the damage and you started to cry again. It was the last photo you and Johnny had taken together. His team had won the local volleyball tournament, but instead of celebrating with his teammates, he wanted to celebrate with you. He had taken you to the local arcade where you grabbed some pizza and battled each other in various games. Neither of you could one-up the other, though.

He’d win at a shooting game, while you’d win at a racing game. It continued to go back and forth until you finally agreed to play DDR – the winner of that would be the winner of the night, but you had somehow managed to tie with the exact same score. You still remember how the owner had been impressed, saying he hadn’t seen two people so in sync in his fifty years of running the arcade.

You remember wanting to confess that day, but before you could work up the nerve, he got a call from the softball captain to congratulate him on his win. Seeing his face light up as he talked to her made your heart ache painfully and you ended up running away. He was too wrapped up in his conversation to even notice.

That was the last day you saw him.

You chuckled, but it contained no humor. “Maybe if I hadn’t been such a coward, things would have been different.” Suddenly feeling pain and anger swirling up like a volcano, you crumbled up the photo and threw it across the room. With a scream, you toppled over the dresser, throwing the lamp against the wall. You grabbed all of your clothes, throwing them out of the closet. You were so fucking angry, so fucking fed up with your life.

The next day, you packed the things most important to you into a single bag. You had called your mother and asked if it was alright if you came home, and she wired you enough money for the trip. You paused in the doorway of your bedroom, looking around at the mess you had made. Everything was broken, the floor covered in clothes and various broken objects. The crumpled up picture caught your eye and you hesitated.

You slowly picked it up, pulling a lighter out of your pocket. Uncrumpling it, you set the corner of the photo on fire. You stared at Johnny’s face until the flame started to lick at your fingers. With a shake of your head, you threw the flaming picture onto the ground before turning you back to the apartment.

The train ride to your mother’s house was two hours long, and you felt completely exhausted by the time your feet reached the porch. It had been years since you last saw your mother, four to be exact.

Soon after moving away from Chicago, your father had been gunned down at work when he tried to protect a child during a robbery. He died before the paramedics could arrive. It tore your family apart.

Your mother had resorted to drinking to cope, and in doing so had turned cruel to you and your brother. She never hit you, but she would assault you with insult after insult. When she said it was your fault that he died, you had run away from home and never contacted her again. You had agreed with her, believing that you had indirectly lead your father to his death.

Your brother wanted to become a doctor at the time, but schooling was expensive. Being fresh out of high school and very much heartbroken, you had no interest getting a job to help fund him and your parents understood that, but because you weren’t helping with income, your father had to take a part-time job as a security guard. If you had gotten a job to help out, your father never would have taken that job and wouldn’t have died.

Standing on the porch, your hand was raised just inches from the door, but you couldn’t bring yourself to knock. Your hand was shaking and tears were already beginning to pour down your cheeks.

The door swung open to reveal your mother carrying a bag of trash. She froze when she saw you standing there.

“Mamma…”

She dropped the bag and rushed forward, pulling you into her arms. You both started to sob, sliding down to the ground. All of the pent-up emotions and regrets between the two of you had come to the surface.

Her grip tightened as she pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “Welcome home, Y/N.”

Footsteps came rushing towards you as your younger brother stopped in the doorway. He had heard the commotion and came running to make sure everything was okay. “Sis?” He didn’t hesitate to join the two of you, his arms wrapping around both of you. Being the man of the house, he refused to let himself cry, wanting to be strong for the both of you.

A cold burst of air whipped around you and your brother encouraged you both to come inside, to which you agreed. Your mother rushed to grab some iced tea while your brother took your bag from you. As you slid your coat off, his eyes widened at the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around your arm.

“What happened?” He demanded, gently grasping your arm.

You tried to speak, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Your eyes met your mother’s when she re-entered the living room, nearly dropping the glasses when her eyes saw your arm. You broke down again and explained to them everything that had happened. You didn’t hold back a single detail.

Your feelings for Johnny, your guilt over your dad, the shitty apartment, and the weed-smoking co-worker, your night of partying and the ensuing abusive druggie that clung to you like a fucking tick. You told them everything. In return, your mother told you of her struggles in rehab and her attempts to find you, and your brother successfully graduating at the top of his class. He was on the track to fulfilling his dream.

“Y/N… I know you can’t forgive me for what I said, and I can’t ask you to, but you need to know,” your mother’s voice was shaky as her hand clutched yours. Your eyes met hers and you could see the pain and sincerity there. “You had nothing to do with your father’s death. It wasn’t your fault.”

You nodded, trying to hold back the tears. Hearing those words, it felt like a giant weight had been lifted off of you. “I’m sorry for running away when you needed me the most.���

She shook her head, “You have nothing to apologize for, love. I’m your mother, I should have been there for you, but I wasn’t. I can never take that back, but I hope we can start again.”

You nodded again and she pulled you into her arms. It was warm and comforting.

It felt like home.

You sat outside on the porch, watching the rain as it sprinkled the Earth. You had been living back at home for a few months now and had gotten a job with an old friend of your mother’s at the local bakery. It was hard work, but it was still better than the coffee shop. The manager was kind and understanding, taking time to teach you everything you needed to know about the bakery and the machinery. You worked a shift with one co-worker, a teenage girl that hadn’t yet broken out of her shell. She was shy and reserved at first, but once you had spent some time with you, you found her to be a very kind and caring person. She loved to help others and make them smile.

She reminded you a lot of how Johnny had been when he was a child, but it didn’t hurt like you had expected it to – seeing the similarities made you smile.

You still loved Johnny with all of your heart and soul, but you knew you had to move on. For yourself, you had to move on and live your life. You did deserve to be happy, but you had to put in a bit of effort to make that happen. You had to help your heart heal, but you weren’t doing it alone. You had your family back and the three of you were stronger than ever before.

Still, when you had time away from the hectic bakery and helping your mother stay on top of her job at the post office, you found yourself thinking about him again. You wondered where he was at that moment, what he was doing. Was he happy? If you met him on the street, would he remember you? Would he still be your best friend, acting as if time had never separated you?

You didn’t know.

Your mother had explained everything to your new boss since they were old friends, and she could relate. She, too, had lost the love of her life because she was too afraid to go after what she wanted. Even today, it still crosses her mind – how different would her life be if she had confessed?

“But you know, Y/N,” she had started, patting your hand with her own as she offered you a sad smile. “Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. I still hold on to the hope that we will one day meet and start over, even in my old age. That hope will be in the back of my mind until the day I die.”

“How do you cope?” You had whispered.

The woman smiled as he eyes watched a bird bathing in the gentle rain shower. “It’s not easy. I believe to this day that he was my true love, but maybe I wasn’t his. If it’s meant to be, truly, we will find each other again one day. You must remember that, but you also mustn’t let it stop you from living. Go out and experience life, child. Fall in love, start a family and regret nothing. If it’s meant to be, you’ll find one another, even if it’s later in life, but you shouldn’t throw away your life waiting on a chance.”

Her words had resonated within you and you knew she was right. As much as you wanted to be with Johnny, as much as you loved him, you couldn’t just stop living and wait for him when he might never show up.

Your eyes looked at the gray sky, the clouds parting to allow sunlight to shine through. A rainbow had formed on the horizon, acting as a beacon of hope for those who were suffering. You stood up and walked to the edge of the porch, your eyes scanning the length of it.

And you smiled.

A genuine, happy smile.

All the weight you had been carrying for so damn long was finally starting to be lifted. You knew that you still had a long way to go, but you were making progress. You were taking the small steps toward a brighter, happier future. And that’s all that mattered.

“Wherever you are, Johnny Seo, I hope you are happy and healthy. I hope we can meet again one day, but if our paths never cross, thank you for lighting up my life. I love you…”

The wind picked up, knocking the petals off the cherry blossom tree your father had planted before his death. You smiled at it, feeling as if your father was there with you, watching over his family even in death. Your eyes watered, but you wiped them away, feeling happier than you had in years.

Life was getting better, one step at a time.

Johnny stepped out of the car, his gaze looking up at the sky. It had been raining just minutes before, but the clouds had opened up, allowing the morning sun to shine through.

“Hyung, look, a rainbow!” Haechan pointed off in the distance.

It was hard to see as it curved around a tall building, but he could faintly make out the hues of color. When his eyes scanned it, he suddenly felt a wave of nostalgia rush over him. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt… hopeful.

“Hurry inside before it starts to rain again,” Taeyong told them and the members of NCT did as they were told.

As the boys crowded around backstage, waiting for the MC to call them up, Johnny reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled and worn photograph. You were smiling brightly in the picture as you talked to a classmate, unaware that Johnny was taking your picture at the time. It was his absolute favorite picture of you and whenever he felt nervous or tired, he would always look at it to give himself a boost of confidence.

“Everyone, please welcome NCT 127!”

The group jogged onto the stage, greeting the crowd of screaming fans. Johnny found himself vaguely wondering if you were among that crowd, but the chance of that was very unlikely.

Johnny smiled as he introduced himself to the crowd, but his mind was still on you, ‘One day I’ll find you again. Wait for me, Y/N.’

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INTRO: MUN // TASK #001

hey all!! i’m slowly working on bios and pages and such but I wanted to introduce myself first -- so here’s what’s technically was the first task?? im using it as the template for my intro so HERE WE GO!!

PERSONAL INTRO

name  /  alias : victoria / tor gender  /  pronouns : cisfemale / she/her where  ya  from  ? : texas!! the  current  time :  4:29 pm height :  5′4 job  or  major :  unemployed at the moment, but I have a degree in health science/health administration & a national certification in phlebotomy pet  (  s  ) :  one doxie/beagle mix named Roxie favorite  thing  (  s  )  about  yourself :  my ability to remember song lyrics better than my own name any  special  talents  ? :  uhhhh I can play 4 ( 5? ) instruments why  you  joined  hqclouds :  FUNNY STORY care was talking to me about some Tea ( we’re in another rp together ) and she made a comment about running an rp and im a bit of a sleuth and found hqclouds and decided to join  meaning  behind  url :  it’s ‘ of clementines ’ because one of my favorite halsey songs is clementine and i’ve been on a halsey kick as of late  last  thing  you  googled :  ‘ fools troye sivan ’ because I wanted to send my friend the music video birthday  /  zodiac :  october 29th / scorpio in  your  opinion  ,  does  your  sign  suit  you  ? : some days myers  -  briggs :  I took it forever ago and don’t remember... ^^’ moral  alignment :  chaotic good hogwarts  house : ravenclaw!! three  fictional  character  (  s  )  you  see  yourself  in  +  why :  oh gosh.... katherine from newsies ( dedicated, doesn’t take a man’s shit), emma from the prom (nervous gay who plays guitar), and flynn rider from tangled (jokester, very in love with our girlfriends) i  started  roleplaying : 2012 I think? types  of  rps  i  enjoy :  definitely literate ones favorite  fcs  to  use :  I try to not reuse fcs a lot?? like I have some I prefer for certain characters, but I don’t have a strong draw to certain faces... fandom  (  s  )  you’d  like  to  write  in : musicals ( namely newsies ), fairy tail, the raven cycle fandom  (  s  )  you  aren’t  in  but  are  curious  about :  uhhhh I dont really know... share  a  funny  roleplay  horror  story :  oh gosh I dealt with one girl who like... constantly gaslit me as a player and my characters, would make me feel bad for not responding immediately, made everything about her characters, and then got mad when I called her out on it? and now she goes to a christian school and says that rp is ‘ the devil’s work ’ and I just... yeah. fondest  roleplay  memory :  I feel like the moment my now girlfriend and I realized we always do ships bc just had awesome chemistry and then started dating like, 4 months later. favorite  canon  muse  (  s  )  to  play : connor murphy ( deh ), gansey ( trc ), spot conlon ( newsies ), jimmy ( bandstand ), lucy heartfillia ( fairy tail ) favorite  original  muse  (  s  )  to  play : theo massard ( a boxer, jack barakat fc; had an AMAZING ship for him )  canon  ships  you  can’t  help  but  love :  CATRADORA. none of my other ships are technically canon : / trope  (  s  )  you  tend  to  be  guilty  of : tragic backstories, tough on the outside soft on the inside i  prefer  .  .  . angst  ,  smut  ,  or  fluff :  I wanna say fluff but I know care and megan will call me out bc I love angst more than anything long  or  short  replies :  mid-length pre  plotting  or  chemistry : chemistry leading to pre plotting! sentence  starters  or  headcanon  memes : both? I love discussing headcanons single  muse  or  multimuse  blogs :  multi!! gif  icons  ,  medium  gifs  ,  or  static  icons : typically gif icons, but lately ive been loving medium gifs grab  the  book  nearest  to  you  and  pull  a  quote  from  it : ok so I have no books atm bc im moving, but the first book on my phone is the dream thieves, and the line I see first is “ The Gray Man considered what it must’ve been like to live like that, always waiting for your door to be kicked in. ” what’s  a  quote  or  song  lyric  that  speaks  to  your  soul  ? : oh gosh, so many... “ I'm a walking travesty/But I'm smiling at everything ” ( therapy, all time low ), “ I imagine the tears in your eyes/The very first night I'll sleep without you ” ( roman holiday, halsey ), “ Am I the product of a problem that I couldn't change?/Got his eyes, got her hair/So do I get their mistakes? ” ( secondhand smoke, kelsea ballerini ) top  current  celebrity  crushes :  halsey, froy guiterrez, harry styles ( always ) last  movie  you  watched :  I think it was uhhhhhh miss americana on netflix? did  you  like  it  ? :  YES I loved it favorite  movie  (  s  )    of  all  time : 10 things I hate about you, newsies ( ’92 ) favorite  tv  show  (  s  )  of  all  time : she-ra, queer eye, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, gossip girl favorite  tv  show  that  hasn’t  ended : zoey’s extraordinary playlist favorite  series  of  books  /  novels  /  comics : the raven cycle, all for the game, the last song sports  team  (  s  )  you  rep : dallas cowboys, houston astros ( yeah I know about the scandal and I hate it, but they’re my team ), FAU owls ( my alma mater ) favorite  video  game  (  s  ) : breath of the wild, KH series favorite  youtube  channels : unus annus, daniel howell ( rip he hasn’t posted in a year ), the try guys, NPR Music, CrankGameplays ( ethans just a dork I dont even like gamer videos that much ) hobbies :  guitar, singing, being in zoom musicals ( im playing whatsername from american idiot for one in July and auditioned for a few others! ), reading what  are  the  three  non  essential  things  you’d  bring  to  a  deserted  island  ? : my guitar, my laptop, wifi put  your  music  on  shuffle.  what  six  songs  pop  up  ? : HOLD ME TIGHT OR DONT, fall out boy; I’m Still Here, John Rzeznik; Towers, Little Mix; Way Down Hadestown, hadestown obc; Stitches, state champs (cover); Look Back, betty who personal  aesthetic : nerdy punk?  dream  vacation  ? : disneyland paris or disneyland Singapore with my gf dream  job  ? :  music teacher dream  car  ? :  one that works at this point if  i  could  live  anywhere  ,  it’d  be : austin, texas ( im about an hour away rn ) favorite  musical : OH GOSH..... the prom, bandstand, newsies, hadestown favorite  food  (  s  ) :  blueberry pancakes, red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing coffee  order :  at starbucks? venti iced chai tea latte. at dunkin? large iced vanilla coffee. at home? french vanilla coffee and caramel macchiato creamer and 2 scoops of sugar.  unwatched  stuff  in  your  netflix  /  hulu  /  etc :  netflix: sex education, the umbrella academy, end of the f***ing world, the people vs. oj simpson. hulu: portrait of a lady on fire, my friend dahmer, rocketman what’s  a  subject  you  know  too  much  about  +  never  get  tired  of  talking  about  ? : I dunno? I have a ton of useless facts on a wide range of subjects. like did you know that in 100 letters, halsey says ‘ You wrote 100 letters just for me/And I find them in my closet in the pockets of my jeans/Now I'm constantly reminded of the time I was 19/Every single one's forgotten in a laundromat machine ’ and that’s actually autobiographical -- her bf at the time wrote a note and put it in a pocket of every pair of pants she owned, and she was still finding them months after the relationship ended, so she took all her pants to a laundromat and washed them so she wouldn’t have to see the letters anymore!!

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The morning after

A/N: I know that you normally should a write a pre-story first before you write a following but I really had no idea atm and what turned out of this mess is what I’ve got now :( there is gonna be a prequel, I can assure you, in which I will clarify more how they ended up in this situation. Meanwhile, enjoy this bad piece of work :/ xoxo Picture is not mine.

Warnings: slight sexual content

Background info: Harry and his stylist Y/N have feelings for each other for a long time and a confession leads to a steamy night.

Y/N woke up to a terrible stinging pain that she felt in the lower half of her body. Grimacing at the sensation, she tried to sit up without causing any more aching between her legs, however, she was left perplexed when she felt a very strong and muscular arm around her belly preventing her from leaving her position. Panic rose in her veins, also, the warm breath hitting the nape of her neck and the naked chest pressed tightly against her back increased her uneasiness even more. Her heart was pounding hard between her ribs and when she let her eyes trail down her body, she found herself surprisingly in a complete bare form. The more shocking were the dark and purple love bites covering both of her breasts and collarbones. Her nipples looked all bitten and sore. She took a glance under the sheets which were hiding her exposed body and discovered a few more marks on her hips and thighs; so, whomever she had slept with last night, must have treated her with extreme passion and devotion, making sure they left a trace behind.

She was afraid of who she would find cuddled up against her if she even dared to turn around. Only when she spotted the fewer amounts of rings positioned on the stranger’s fingers which looked quite familiar, she could solely assume who it must have been. And the realisation hit her hard. Like very hard.

A shocked gasp left her mouth which she instantly covered with her hand in order to not wake him up.

This can’t be, she thought.

But still, she slowly and cautiously turned around and when she faced him, her soul literally slid out of her body in that moment. Her eyes widened enormously. There he was lying and sleeping peacefully like an angel, shoulders all scratched and one huge purple mark displayed on the soft skin of his neck, unfortunately for everybody to see. There was no way they could ever cover up the evidence and when the others would take a peek on it, they would instantly know what the two of them had been up to the night before.

Y/N didn’t know if she should cry or laugh. Him lying innocently beside her was enough to confirm her assumption. Last night did indeed happen!

And I thought I was dreaming…

Suddenly, her memories of the night prior unexpectedly crushed onto her and stole the air in her lungs. She mentally found herself back beneath Harry’s body, her face between the warm palm of his hands while their lips devoured each other passionately, legs being tangled with each other and their bodies fitting perfectly as if they were created to be loved by one another. She heard the low moans and the sweet “I love you”s Harry had panted in her ear while he thrusted his hips hard and deep inside her core and sent her to pure bliss. She had felt his deep hunger for her.

And his eyes. She remembered the happy gleaming in his eyes. The way they were fixated on her with adoration while she screamed his name in ecstasy. The way they had met hers and made unspoken promises. The way they had said “Trust me, I’ve got you”. Harry had shown his love and care to every centimetre of her body and Y/N would never forget how special she felt under his treatment. It was indeed a night to always remember, even though Y/N firstly woke up and had a little black out.

Dream, she laughed at herself, how could I think I was just dreaming? Stupid girl.

She tried to untangle herself from his tight embrace which turned out to be quite challenging. As soon as she lifted his arm and wanted to place it on his side, Harry stirred from his sleep which made her halt. Harry, on the other hand, as if he was having none of it, laid his arm back around her stomach and shoved his chest against her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck and his breath tickling her which caused all the tiny hairs on her skin to rise. She had goose bumps practically everywhere now.

She waited a few more moments, her fingers playing with his rings before she gave it another try. This time she managed to escape his cage carefully, making sure that he was still asleep safe and sound.

“Ouch!” she winced, feeling the ache between her legs once more as she placed her feet onto the ground. Putting her arms on her lower half, she slightly massaged it to get rid of the pain. Searching for her undergarments and finding them scattered across the floor, she stood up from the bed however, she would have almost fallen to the ground if she hadn’t steadied herself against the wall. Her legs were all wobbly and weak, making it difficult for her to stand straight. She had to admit; Harry had done a very great job.

She looked back at the sleeping man behind her, who made no single indication of waking up.

Then, she walked with a limp to collect her underwear from the floor. After sliding through her bra and underpants, she went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she was amazed at how she was glowing. It was obvious that Y/N had a long night- her swollen red lips, her messy sex hair and the love bites were proof enough- and that somebody had treated her well.

Y/N couldn’t tell why but she felt a sudden boost of confidence; the confidence she had never had before. She felt more comfortable in her body and it just took someone to mess around with her a little bit physically to recognize how beautiful she was indeed but never realised.

The cold water meeting her face awoke her senses, flooding away the tiredness in her eyes.

She brushed her teeth and after she was finished with her business, she looked for something to cover up her half naked form.

Finding her nightgown in her suitcase, she put it on and then tried to fix the mess of her hair.

“You look gorgeous,” she heard someone speak behind her. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She turned around to face the handsome young man who was finally awake now.

Harry smiled at her gently, straightening up from his position. “Good morning, love.”

Y/N gulped. She didn’t know how to respond or what to say. How do you talk to a person you just spent a night with? Especially if he was supposed to be your ‘friend’?

“Hey?” she spoke quietly, afraid that her voice would betray her. “How did you sleep?” Really girl? She scolded herself. That’s what you come up with! Confidence for fucks sake, Y/N!

“Fantastic,” Harry replied. And he really did. Sleeping right next to Y/N and waking up beside her was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of.  He stretched his body, but kept his gaze still focused on her.

How beautiful she is in her morning glow, he thought. His eyes observed her from top to bottom, taking in every single detail that he couldn’t see in the dim room last night.

Y/N went back to combing her hair and fixing it into a bun while Harry watched her like a love sick teenager. The fond smile on his lips could’ve been seen from miles away. A little bit of skin peeked through her nightgown and he smirked smugly as he spotted the love bites he had given her. They decorated her so perfectly as if they were made for her.

“Sweetheart?” he spoke.

“Hmm?”

“I think we should talk about last night, if that’s okay with you of course?”

Heat rose to her cheeks, she had seen this coming because they weren’t able to talk things through once reaching their highs. Harry just held her close, kissed her softly, told her that he loved her and they both fell into a deep slumber afterwards.

“S-sure,” she said nervously. There was no point in hiding or avoiding the elephant in the room.

“Come here, then.” He had his arms spread wide for her, only waiting her to collapse against him, however, his smile faded when he saw the struggle on her face while she trying to approach the bed he was sitting on.

 “Are you okay, Y/N?” Harry asked with concern. He didn’t miss seeing the funny way she was walking and biting on her lower lip, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was in pain.

Her glance landed on him, but she couldn’t say anything in return.

“Oh fuck!” He called once it hit him. He immediately jumped out of the bed in rocket speed, almost tripping over his clothes which laid on the ground, and hurried to her rescue. He picked her up, slinging one arm under her legs and the other behind her back and carrying her back to the bed in bridal style.

He placed her carefully onto the sheets, making sure he wouldn’t cause any unnecessary pain than she was already enduring.

Then, he took a seat right in front of her, holding her hands firmly into his. His thumbs tenderly ran over her knuckles.

“Oh, love I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Harry-“

“I was too rough with you, wasn’t I? I hurt you…” His head fell in shame and embarrassment.  He couldn’t even properly look at her. They just had their very first intimate time and she was supposed to be feeling good, not ending up getting hurt.

“No, I’m fine,” Y/N assured him, lifting up his chin. “Really, I’m only sore, that’s all.”  

“You’re telling the truth?” Harry questioned, not believing her 100 percent.

“Absolutely.”

He sighed in relief, his heart being more at ease.

“We were very into it, huh?”

“I guess so,” she laughed slightly.

A short silence followed only to be interrupted by Harry.

“Y/N, I’m usually not the guy who sleeps with a girl right after confessing his feelings, you know that. I’m so sorry, I just lost control over myself.”

“Har-“

“Not that I regret it or something, I mean you were amazing, like wow, it literally blew my mind, and I had the best night of my life, that’s for sure and I know I’m rambling and probably make a fool of myself.”

Y/N laughed and took his face between her hands. He was very cute when he was nervous.

“What I want to say is: I would’ve taken you on a couple of dates before taking the next step. But you’re so bloody gorgeous, I just couldn’t take my fingers away from you. If you just knew what you do to me. I promise I did mean what I said last night. I do really love you and I would never use you for my own pleasure. Hope your opinion about me hasn’t changed and you’re not second guessing anything.”

“No, I think- I think I wanted it myself. And apparently we both enjoyed it very much. I know I did.” She pointed at the marks on their bodies. They shot sheepish smiles at each other.

“It wasn’t just a hook up, was it? It meant something more.” Harry asked with fear lacing his voice. What if she didn’t think the same as he did?

“Of course, it meant something more. I thought you would know it already. Harry, I would never sleep with someone I have no feelings for. I would have stopped you before we took it that far.”

“I’m asking because you never said it out loud, y’know that you love me, so…”

She leaned forward and connected their lips to a kiss. “I really love you too, handsome. Have for a long while now.”

“Your confession sounds like music in my ears. You made me so unbelievingly happy, m’love.” He engulfed her with his arms and pressed her against his chest.

“So, what now?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“About us? Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N gasped, pretending to be offended. “Harry Edward Styles! Do you even have to ask? Of course, I want to be your girlfriend, you dork.”

“I wanted to make sure.” He giggled and buried his nose in her soft hair. Y/N focused on the big purple mark on his neck, her fingers trailing along his skin.

“It’ll be hard to cover it up,” she remarked. Harry chuckled.

“I honestly don’t think it matters, the others probably figured it out by now.”

“How come?”

“Babe, we most likely woke up the entire hotel last night.”

She groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “I won’t be able to look at them in the eyes today.”  

“Speaking of them, we’re supposed to meet Clare and Adam for breakfast at 10 AM…” He took his smartphone from the bedside table and switched on, “…and we have roughly forty minutes from now. So we better hurry.”

“Alright.”

Harry stood up and bent down to grab his shirt from the floor and that was the moment when Y/N saw the deep and red scratches on his back. They started at his shoulder blades, leading down his lower back. Y/N wondered if he felt any pain or just pretended like he didn’t.

“Woah!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“What? What’s going on?” Harry asked confusedly, glancing over his shoulder.

“Uhh, you- you may have very nice red lines on your back.“ Y/N said, gesturing at them, feeling the heat rise up in her cheeks.

Harry grinned, walking to the mirror hanging on the wall and observing his back.

“These are very pretty red lines, aren’t they babe? Love them.”

Y/N placed herself behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her lips gently kissed a couple of the red marks. “They don’t hurt, do they?”

“No, not at all. But it’s nice to have something to remember by, even if it’s just temporary.”

They decided to take a quick shower in the bathroom which of course ended up a bit more intimate than they had planned. Their hands discovered each other’s bodies once more and both of them savored the gentle touches they were receiving.

“Harry…” Y/N sighed while he had pressed her against the wet and steamy marble wall and attacked her neck with his mouth. “We- we don’t have time…”

As much as she enjoyed being this close to him, she also didn’t want to keep her friends waiting.

“We’re gonna continue later, petal.” he whispered in her ear as a promise. “And this time, you won’t be able to run away.”

“Would never,” she responded, kissing his lips.

After showering, Harry sneaked his way back to his hotel room in nothing but a towel around his hips while Y/N got dressed and made herself ready for breakfast. She scooped a scarf out of her suitcase for Harry to hide the love bite she had given him.

“Hopefully no one notices until we find a way to cover it up,” she prayed. Not that she was ashamed, but no one really had to know about their nightly adventure.

A knock on her door indicated that Harry was also ready to leave.

“What it this for love?” he wondered when Y/N shoved the black scarf into his hand.

“For the mark on your throat. We don’t need people to know what we did, okay?”

Ten minutes to ten, they had arrived at the hotels canteen and spotted Clare and Adam who had been already there before them. Both were laughing at something Adam had just told her. It was Clare who saw them approaching.

“Hey guys!” she called in a very good mood. She was always the type of woman who spreads positivity in other’s lives. She patted the empty seat next to her.

“Good morning,” Y/N smiled at her friends.

“How was the party last night?” Harry asked to Adam. After the show, CASM just decided they would have a drink at a bar while Harry wanted to stay at the hotel with Y/N.

“It was good actually. But if I were you, I would leave Mitch alone today. He has a very bad hangover and is all grumpy and stuff. Poor guy drank ten shots yesterday. Sarah could barely keep him on his feet.”

Everybody around the table laughed.

“So, we didn’t miss anything?” Y/N said.

“Nope, nothing you don’t know already. How about you guys? What have you been up to?” Clare inquired.

Harry and Y/N turned their faces at each other simultaneously. “We-“

“And why are you wearing a scarf, Harry?” Clare smirked at him.

“Is it forbidden to wear a scarf, Ms. Uchima?”

“I was just curious. You never wear scarves around us so…”

“Someone did the dirty, I assume,” Adam remarked, eyeing each single one of them.

Y/N’s cheeks were tinted red in a few seconds. She looked something like compared to a tomato. Harry sat there, very bewildered and his mouth wide open. There was no point in hiding anymore. They knew.

“That’s none of your business,” Harry murmured, playing with his rings and avoiding eye contact with his band mates.

“Aww, come on don’t be ashamed, bro. It was fuckin’ finally time, eh? Took you long enough.”

“Adam!” Y/N exclaimed outraged.

The older man raised his arms in defense.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just happy for you. No joke. You guys are a thing now, aren’t you?”

Harry glanced at Y/N. The words in his eyes spoke volumes. Taking her hand gently in his, he nodded. “Yeah, we’re officially dating.”

Mitch and Sarah joined the four five minutes after, taking a seat next to their friends and Adam was indeed not kidding. Mitch looked very grumpy and tired, almost as if he would kill anyone who dared to near him.

Sarah greeted them friendly, however, Mitch- he threw daggers at two specific people. If looks could kill, Y/N would be a pile of dust already.

“The next time you decide to fuck your brains out, just make sure to keep it quiet. Even a deaf man could hear what you were doing.”

Everyone erupted into another a fit of laughter, making the young couple shrink into their seats with lowering heads.

-this is so bad and messed up, I’m sorry-

[lovelybebop]

Trust Levi X reader

clo-caillea asked:

Oooh I got one! 🙋🙋 Since it's my current theme with everything I myself am writing lol Reader's had an abusive history; her and Levi are just starting to get close enough in the romantic pursuit of each other that he's able to recognize that what he used to think was shyness is actually her fighting off instinctive fears from her past.... And how he would handle this new information as he works on earning her trust.

Hey I hope you all enjoy this! I had a hard time (I’m jacked on Mtn Dew atm) focusing while writing this so if it seems a little rushed or jumpy I apologize in advanced! 

I may be continuing this later.

If you liked this or have any tips on writing Levi’s character OR spotted any errors leave me a comment!

Warning: Mentions of abuse, fluff, I YEETED the timeline out the window once again. 

Levi spotted you from across the field. You were dancing, doing what you called ballet, Listlessly you pointed your right foot spinning on it like a top, his feet ached at the sight of it but he couldn’t help but be fascinated. ‘It’s a family tradition. My parents insisted I learn’ your voice said in a memory. It was late at night when he caught you the very first time. ‘Your father insisted as well?’ He asked attempting to keep the conversation going. A dark look entered your eyes at the word father. ‘Yes’ you said gruffly losing the kindness your voice always harbored. He studied you as your eyes focused on the blades of grass that were swaying gently in front of you. Not sure what to say he stood in silence with you. ‘Well I’m off to bed. Goodnight Captain.’

He noticed you stop and collect all of your hair into your left hand quickly wrapping it in the black ribbon you always kept tied around your wrist. It had gotten so long since the first time he met you, it being at your shoulders then now it dangled gracefully at your hips.  He wished you would cut your hair, not that he didn’t adore it. Whenever the two of you were alone he found himself wanting to run his finger through your soft locks breathing in your flower petal scent. Not that he ever did of course.  The thing that bothered him was if your ribbon were to untie while you were in combat it would be so easy for a titan to grab onto your flowing locks and rip you out of his world like they seem to have done with everyone else in his life. He sighed seeing you had continued on with your pace. You were a quiet girl, still able to make friendly  conversation when called upon but for the most part you remained quiet and by yourself. He understood this as he often wanted to be left alone as well.

You had graduated at the top of your class and were highly praised for your athletic talent. Levi was slightly impressed when he first saw you using your ODM gear. ‘Not bad for a newbie’ You spun, much like the dancing you practiced, your way through the forest section of the training grounds easily slicing into the wooden titan’s soft spot, like it was butter, like it was nothing at all. Shortly after that he chose you for his squad. Levi’s eyes softened remembering how Petra’s face lit up at the mention of another girl joining on. He remembered you and Petra had become close often sneaking out late at night to talk on the grass so the others couldn’t hear. Despite this he could still tell you were keeping your distance from the others including himself. When conversations got to meaningful you would dismiss yourself from the room not having uttered a heartfelt word to anyone. The others hadn’t noticed this even Levi didn’t take note of it until recently when observing your behavior became more important to him.

Maybe that is why you were still alive, maybe the relationships you avoided made you stronger. He sighed letting his ashy eyes take in the environment around him.

You had spotted him standing on the edge of the field and began jogging towards him you E/C eyes stared at the ground in front of you, embarrassed he may have caught you dancing again. You were the only surviving member of your class and as of two days ago the only surviving member, besides himself, of the Special Operations Squad.

“Y/N!” He shouted hoping not to startle you. Abruptly you came to a halt looking in his direction. “Were you planning on eating? Lunch time is almost over” You looked at the sky for a moment before walking to him. “Already? It feels like I just started on my laps” You said out of breathe. Levi looked at you from the corner of his eye. “Oh yeah? You sure as hell don’t smell like you just started.” Pink blush rushed to your checks in embarrassment but you were still able to smile sweetly. “Your one to talk captain” you responded softly but proudly. He snickered happy to see you still had your spirits about you, it was a relief that you were still here by his side. Something about it seemed to damper the aching pain of losing the others. Making it to the building he opened the door for you ushering you to step inside. “Why were just standing in the field watching me Captain?” you spoke wonder in your voice. The two of you entered the wooden paneled hallway it being quiet due to everybody being in the dining area, the torches burning softly as you passed by them. He looked at you slyly “Sometimes you lose your footing when you’re dancing and you fall flat on your ass. It’s actually very entertaining to watch cadet” A pathetic squeak escaped your mouth. ’Oh god he saw me!’ you thought regretting dancing in broad daylight. You blushed deeply. This was the man you completely adored and wanted to impress yet there you went acting like a spaz again.  “There’s no need to be embarrassed Y/N it’s good to have a hobby”  He said noticing a wave of relief wash over your body, a shy smile on your lips. “Thank you Levi.” you said opening the doors to the kitchen. Instantly you looked at the table you regularly sat at with Petra, Olou, Gunther and Eld. It was empty as it had been for the last couple of days. Sadness threatened to break into your heart but you shook it away.

Levi watched you walk away. As you walked you undid the ribbon, your hair falling gracefully down onto your back, you glanced back at him with a smile. In an attempt to hide how hard he was staring at you he walked to the table Hanji and Moblit were sitting at, settling in his usual spot.

“Hey why don’t you sit with me and Connie Y/N? It’s the least you could do for whipping me in the face with your hair just now” Jean said gawking at you. You smiled sweetly at him finishing up putting food on your plate. “I guess I could sit with you guys” you said making your way to the open spot by Jean. To be honest you were nervous it was very seldom you talked to the other soldiers. Not that you had anything against them really it was just hard for you to talk to others, it was hard for you to let yourself trust others. ‘It will be good’ you mused to yourself in an attempt to throw out your precautions

As you sat down Levi noticed how Jean kept looking over your figure, like you were a piece of meat. “Why do you keep your hair so long anyway Y/N?” Connie asked taking a bite of his food. You shrugged picking apart the bread on your plate. “I just like it that way.” The two boys nodded. “It is very beautiful” Jean spoke grabbing a piece of your hair.  Instantly you froze a memory flashing through your head. Your dad was squatted down in front of you looking at your young frame curled up in the corner. He grabbed at your hair whispering drunkenly in your ear. “It is very beautiful” Connie having noticed our body change spoke your name multiple times not seeming to be able to pull you out of your trance. “Y/N??” Jean said putting one of his arms around you. At his touch you pushed him off of you sending him flying into the wall. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled boiling anger fumed inside of you until you saw the confused looks of those around you. Their eyes beamed through your soul the gravity of your actions settling in.

Your eyes met with Jean’s who was nursing his head, blood coated his fingertips. He looked at you his face twisted up with hurt. “I’m sorry” you breathed running out of the room as fast as you could. Hot tears streamed down your face as you burst out of the building and into the green field. The memory of your father replaying unmercifully through your head. “Please stop” Your feet picked up speed seeming to think the faster they went the better chance you had to outrun the memory. “I almost forgot you” The tears blurred the blue sky and lush green trees around you, the ground being nothing but a splotch of green and brown. You let your feet slow until you were at a complete stop, leaving you standing in the open field where you belonged. It was stupid of you to even think it would be good to let your guard down. Everyone you came into contact with either disappears or you hurt them in some fit of rage. Letting yourself fall you knelt down, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. You fell back onto your butt wrapping your arms around your knees like you did as a child to shut out the world. You thought of Jean and the betrayal in his face. He had no intention of hurting you and you knew it, yet you couldn’t separate what was in your head from the reality around you.

“Y/N!” Levi yelled seeing you across the field. The worry in his chest subsiding. He watched you stand up abruptly, rubbing the remaining tears away from your eyes. His gaze softened knowing you were attempting to hide the fact that you were crying. “Yes captain?” you said keeping your back to him. He gently stepped closer to you watching your body for any negative reaction. “You laid Horse-Face out pretty good back there” he said admiring the way the sun brought out red tones in your hair. You didn’t answer not really knowing what to say, you had known Levi for a little over 4 years now but still found it hard to talk to him despite all the two of you had been through together. You took a deep breathe in collecting your nerves. “Do you remember how you asked me about my father a couple years ago?” you said quietly bringing your hands together in front of you. Levi’s eyes flashed with sadness putting together what you were about to say. All your behaviors made sense now.

He flipped you around embracing you in a deep hug “It’s okay. I understand you don’t need to say anymore.” Finding solace in his arms you pressed your head against his chest breathing in his scent.

He wanted to tell you how much you meant to him and that he was glad you were still alive on this Earth with him but he hesitated not wanting to drop that more weight on you. It would have to wait for another day.

[darrowsrising]

You know, I will just throw questions back at you if you don't mind because I can finally scream with people! Tell me about your favorite RR characters aswell, please? ♥

I never mind people asking me things about RR. I love this series with my heart and soul and everything in between. Also, stop apologizing to me about long posts regarding RR, I love them and I have lots of long rants to confirm that.(don’t search for them, they are full of spoilers…and my distaste for Dancer and Roque!) Also, I’ll try not to spoil the fun for you…

Darrow:

My absolute favourite. I love him to bits, he’s my precious, murderous baby! I’d start a #DarrowDefendingSquad or a #DarrowPreciousMurderousBabyBoy, but that’s not my style. Or his style for that matter. He can take care of himself, 75% of the time…the other 25% is not really up to him (it’s a combo of his friends and pure luck).

Jokes aside now, Darrow’s feelings and realness always got to me. When I started reading Red Rising I was 17 and I was recovering from a very bad…burnout (I went to see a psychologist and she told me that I was hurting emotionally from many bad things happening at once, but it wasn’t like…depression or anxiety per se). His feelings, whether it was rage or kindness or anything in between, were so valid to me. He reminded me that it’s perfectly alright to have confidence in yourself, to go after what you want, to be proud of yourself, to love again (friends, lovers, whatever) and many other things. I was at my lowest then and he showed me that ambition is not a dirty word, that confidence in yourself isn’t a bad thing and even if these things intimidate the people around you, they are valid and you shouldn’t be ashamed of despicting such things.

That made me relate to him a lot. I still find myself (whenever I revisit the books) being like “mood” or “same” or “that’s my boy” or “my pride and joy” or “Hail Reaper” at many of his thoughts, actions and one liners. I will always love him, although he is very thick headed sometimes and that’s annoying.

Mustang:

She is my favorite female character. I love the fact that despite growing up with Nero au Augustus as a father and Adrius as a twin, she is still kind. She is also fair, open-minded and highly intelligent. And strong in more ways than one. I love that she is multi-faceted (although haters think she is bland and 2D…Pixies, where? Did we read the same books?) and despite her family and the way she was brought up, she finds it hard to pretend and is mostly genuine (unless she has a plan). I love how she doesn’t give (to use Sevro’s terminology) two squirts of piss over the title of heir of House Augustus, although she’s more than capable to fill in the spot. But she’s more concerned with making the world a better place (she is a Reformist and although the story follows Darrow more, that is a big deal giving that she tried to make laws to help other Colors including the banning of the Board of Quality Control). I love how she is a logical person, yet she sacrifices a part of herself for her family, because she is human and bound to do illogical things. I love how, despite loving her family so much, she often goes against them, because it’s the right thing to do. I love how she is underestimated and she just spits (not literally) in their faces. I just love how she is a fighter, a politician, a leader, because we rarely see females like that. 

Sevro:

Sevro is a breath of fresh air. He is who he is without warning labels and apologies. He is a survivor, a loyal friend (very rare kind), a badarse. He is amazing. His existence is a defiance and I love it, although that resulted in a lonely childhood. I love him to bits tho, because he also shows how good it is to be yourself and like yourself despite everything. He is very sweet despite being a hard arse and his insults always leave me very impressed. It’s obvious that at the Institute, he just wanted to survive and get a modest job (like Fitchner - thing which Fitchner probably encouraged), but he started to see Darrow and his behavior with the others and he wanted to make friends. And when Darrow became his friend - his only real friend until then - it made him want more, dream for more. And I just love that. I love how Sevro evolved and how he protects his friends - Howlers included. The only thing I’m not a fan of is his hygene…and his pornographic collection of holoFilms.

Victra:

Victra is a warrior, an heiress and a business woman. She kicks arse, takes names and simply slays. I love that there is more to her than meets the eye (although I don’t trust NerdsTM to appreciate her like she deserves). I love how bad arse and loyal she is. I love how she enjoys life and all it entails. I love that she lets herself be vulnerable in public and it makes her courageous. I love how open she is about herself, yet she is still mysterious. I love the fact that she never lies and she loves jade jewelry and displaying her scars like jewelry and the smell of the air before the rain hits the ground. 

Fitchner:

I feel like Fitch is way too underrated. He was fairy chosen to be Rage Knight -  a position Lorn filled which only makes it legendary and harder to get. He beat Proctor Jupiter and Tactus’ eldest brother - which I hope is Tharsus, because Apollonius is in my graces atm. Not only that, he created the Sons of Ares, he lead them and infiltrated into the Society’s highest ranks to destroy it from the inside and build something better. It was his plan, his sacrifices, his dream. There would be no Rising without Fitchner. Not even Sevro, but hey, it’s not like the guy would say something like “The entire world should thank me for Sevro - he came from my sperm, ok, my swimmers made the little Goblin. You’re welcome!”…when we all know Sevro’s enemies would rather curse Fitchner’s balls for helping create their doom…

Getting back on track, Fitchner was the okay-est Proctor and one of the best characters.

Adrius: (no, it’ not an unpopular opinion, here we love Adrius)

I believe Adrius is the best villain hands down. There are no excuses for his actions, he is a genocidal maniac with daddy issues. He looks at people like they are objects, not human beings, he has no compassion and has no knowledge of empathy. And I love him. I give him sympathy, because he is a monster, but he was made that way. Although he displayed terrifying behavior from a young age, his fall towards evil could have been avoided if his father gave two (2) fucks about him. I love his relationship with Darrow and how they were rivals, then sort of allies, then…you’ll find out. I just love how Adrius was written. He is really great as a villain. I hate what he did to Darrow, tho. When he killed Nero I was happy for him, but no one touches Darrow, so that was his worst move ever. Like…Pixie, you just signed your death warrant, stay away from Mustang’s Bitc- Boo!

The Telemanuses: 

All of them are amazing! Much love to all of them! They deserve the world! I include Niobe, Thraxa and Xana, but that’s all I’m going to say, because you need to read for yourself to believe me.

Cassius: (long stoty, because i didn’t really like him at first)

You know what? I disliked Cassius as much as Darrow did first time he saw him…too annoyingly perfect. And after what Darrow endured it felt like a disgrace to see an entitled little Pixie dance his way on marble corridors at the expense of so many Colors. As the story progressed, Cassius’s entitled arse didn’t improved and the most annoying part was him bragging about the death he claimed. I know he did it to make people talk and find out who killed Julian, but that doesn’t make him right. The 49 other people killed in the Passage were just as innocent as Julian. He made the death of the person he killed sound cheap. Even Antonia had more respect towards that. And Titus made it worse, but that gets off tracks. I understand his pain. If someone would have killed my sister in the Passage, it would have sworn revenge too. But the painful thing is that Cassius saw only Julian’s death, Julian didn’t deserve to die. But that is also true for all the other people who got murdered in the Passage. They didn’t deserve to die either, but you don’t see anyone going at Mustang or Sevro with blood oaths to murder them. The whole system is fucked up and must be changed. Killing Darrow might be a thing of honour, but honour doesn’t bring back Julian.

The fact that he lied to everyone that Darrow was killed by Adrius to claim his spot as Primus of Mars wasn’t good publicity either. And then, he got to be even more of a Pixie in Golden Son. But it was Mustang who convinced me to give him a chance. Because she was the one who revealed that Cassius is conflicted, that he regrets losing not one brother, but two. That he suffers, but tries to do his duty to his family and honour them. Bit by bit, I was open to seeing Cassius from this perspective, so I gave him lots of benefits of the doubt. Until he killed Fitchner and all I wanted was to see his head on a spike turned ugly by gore and maggots. Then Morning Star happened and I went from: fuck Cassius (and not in a nice way) to Bloodydamn finally, Pixie, you made me so proud. Then, we got Iron Gold and man, if something happens to him I’ll kill all the Gold families of the Rim and then that bitch of a ward. 

I really love his character development. I can see that mine is an unpopular opinion everywhere in this fandom, given that even the author has a soft spot for Cassius (not that that stops him from making Cassius suffer even more), but yeah…that is the story of how I got late to the “We love Cassius” party. I’m being short on the good details, because I don’t want to spoil you, but I hope you understand.

Holiday and Orion:

They are amazing human beings and although they are side characters I love their contribution to the series. I love their personalities and talents and their overall no nonsense attitude. 

I’ll stop here, before we go off charts. Here are some honourable mentions in no particular order: Aja au Grimmus, Ragnar Volarus, Theodora, Matteo, Mickey, Tactus au Rath Valii, Lorn au Arcos, Apollonius au Valii Rath, Alexandar au Arcos, Rhonna of Lykos, Diomedes au Raa, Trigg ti Nakamura, Volga Fjordan.

[obwjam]

20 for the gt ask meme? With Spider Man and borrower!Reader? (Or another type of tiny, but borrower was the only thing I could think of atm)

“I’ve never seen a person your size before.”

me: there are so many other kinds of tinies. i should expand my horizonsalso me: make everyone a borrower

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“I’ve never seen a person your size before.”

You looked up up up at the giant person before you. You could barely see, but he was wearing a strange red and blue suit with a mask on. Holy shit, it’s Spider-Man.

“D-Don’t hurt me, please,” you squeaked. You knew Spidey was a good guy, but he was also super powered. That was never good for you.

“Hey, hey,” he said gently, “I’m not going to hurt you! I just wanted to make sure you… I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

You quickly shook your head yes, but a thought popped in your head. You had went outside to look for food (the humans in your apartment had been talking about a “vacation”), but you hadn’t found anything that wasn’t moldy and rancid. Maybe he could help.

“W-wait,” you said shyly. “Do you t-think… c-could you help me out with something?”

Peter’s eyes lit up under his mask. First he finds this adorable little guy, and now he needs his help? It’s his lucky day.

“Yes! Of course! What do you need help with?”

“W-Well, I’ve b-been looking for food for the last hour, a-and I haven’t found anything. D-do you think you could…”

You stopped. His expressionless gaze was getting you so flustered. You felt so embarrassed and stupid, begging for food. He probably thought you were just helpless and tiny and–

“We can go get something to eat!” he said, extending his hand out to you. “Here, we can walk, if you want. It’ll take longer but it’s probably better for me not to swing around with you.”

You looked between his face and his hand in awe. Were you really about to do this?

“You don’t have to be scared of me, bud. I’ll take it really slow, alright?”

You hesitantly climbed onto his palm, clinging onto the fabric of his glove for stability.

“Alright, here we go!” he said, slowly lifting you up. You looked out in wonder around you as Spider Man started to walk. It was incredible to see the ground you were just standing on so far below you.

“Haha, never been on a hand ride before?” he teased. You shook your head no and watched as terrain it would have taken you hours to trek was behind you in an instant.

“We’re going to go to this sandwich place,” Peter said. “They make the best sandwiches in Queens! And they give me free food, too. It’s not far from here, but we’re gonna take some shortcuts.”

You were surprised that you didn’t pass a single soul on the street on your way. Spider-Man was really an expert at this stuff, huh? In just a few minutes, you arrived.

“Perfect! Nobody’s in there,” he said as he approached the door, missing the ‘Closed’ sign hanging up on the door. There were a few people walking by the store, but they weren’t phased in the slightest. Everyone knew this was Spider-Man’s favorite sandwich shop.

“Ey! It’s our favorite spider man!” the shop owner said. Your eyes went wide as you clutched his suit fabric harder. Wasn’t Peter going to cover you up?

“Hey guys! I just want a sandwich for me and this lil’ guy,” he said, jiggling his hand up and down.

The shop owner unlocked the door as his met eyes with yours, and you didn’t even breathe. You were tensing up so much you thought you were gonna pull a muscle.

But the owner didn’t even react. “Any friend of the spider man is a friend of ours!” he said cheerfully, waving Peter inside.

He took a seat by the window, gently setting you down. “I hope you like chicken and mozzarella.”

You shrugged. “I like just about anything I can get.” You looked up at him. “What’s mozzarella?”

Peter laughed. “You don’t know what that is? It’s a kind of cheese, it doesn’t have much of a taste but it’s homemade here and it’s amazing.”

You sighed in relief. Cheese was like, one of three things you ate on a semi-consistent basis.

“So where do you live, lil’ guy?”

You shrugged. “In the walls of an apartment.”

Peter raised his eyebrows. “Woah, really? That sounds so cool!”

“Heh, yeah, if being freezing in the winter and having to constantly hide is considered cool,” you mumbled quietly. Peter heard you, though.

“What?”

You felt your face get red with embarrassment. “I-I mean, we r-really aren’t supposed to b-be seen. So I hide.”

“Well, that’s just not right,” he said as the owner dropped the sandwich on the table. “Thanks!”

You watched, fascinated, as he unwrapped the single biggest hunk of food you had ever seen. You couldn’t even see the top of it, it was so big. Peter got a kick out of your expression, and you could finally see his smile when he rolled up the bottom of his mask.

“Told you, best sandwiches in Queens!” he said proudly. He ripped off an excess chunk of chicken, a piece of mozzarella falling off the side and two small chunks of bread and slid it over to you. “There you go! Eat up, bud!”

As you nibbled, Peter kept asking you questions. Your name, your age, what your daily life is like. When he got to the end of his sandwich, you had already been done for a while.

“Well, I should probably get back home,” he said. “Gotta get some sleep for schoo– for tomorrow.” Peter paused, looking at you sitting on the table.

“Do you want to come with me?”

You looked up, almost in disbelief that he asked that.

“It’s gonna get cold tonight, a-and I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Yeah, b-but you don’t… don’t you, you know, want to… keep your secret?”

Peter giggled. “It’s fine! I don’t think you’ll be telling anyone anytime soon.” He had a sly smile on his face as he pulled his mask back down and extended his hand.

It’s true; you couldn’t tell anyone. Even though you were beyond overwhelmed, you were at least calm around Spider Man. And seeing his secret identity was a pretty cool opportunity. And the chance to be warm, just for one night…

You smiled shyly and climbed on.

[gabisartdump]

For my birthday, my little sis’ said she would make a digital pic for me! 

Bottom right is what i started planning it out with, and it morphed into what it is now! It was a mashup of lots of my fav characters. Still a WIP, but she’s the best!

See OC description below the cut!

Origin: This guy’s name is Criss, as in Criss-Cross. He’s technically a Ben 10 alien, but forms by pulling the essence/soul of various characters from other universes. Probably was originally a result of some universe-ending problem that was Ben’s fault to begin with (dimensional surge?). They’re pretty stable now.

Looks/Pieces: Main body is Genos’ machine body (OPM). He has Astro’s red boot-feet so he can actually fly (Astro Boy). Hair is a combo of Killua's and Deku’s, plus Edward’s braid (HxH, bnha, FMA). Right eye is Sebastian’s red demon eye; left eye is Rin’s blue one (Black Butler, Blue Exorcist). He’s wearing Danny’s white/red shirt with the wings of freedom and Eren’s jacket (DP, AoT). Those are Deku’s pants and belt. Hard to see are Ladybug’s and Chat’s miraculous ring and earrings (Miraculous Ladybug). He also has Rex’s goggles (Generator Rex). Obviously, Ben’s Omnitrix is on his wrist (Ben 10).

(not pictured) Mach 5 car with Voltron symbol. It acts kind of like a Voltron lion/Bumblebee fusion plus gadgets. This car is actually an overlay of Kevin’s car. The first time Criss waves his hand over Kev’s car and wills it into being, Kevin is horrified.

(not pictured) inside the Miraculous is a Kwami mixture of yin/yang.

Personality: He’s a flirtatious dork with a strong sense of justice and a knack for being a jerk sometimes. He can be REALLY scary when he wants/needs to be (’cause of Sebastian, Killua, and Eren) but it’s rare. He’s impulsive most of the time but is a thorough thinker under pressure. He’s got a bit of MPD because there are literally 13 people inside of his head. They all speak out of the same mouth, so he sounds insane 90% of the time, but they sync together in stressful situations. Criss tends to overthink in stressful situations, so Gwen and Kevin are there to ground him.

*Puns and Snark are a given with this bunch*

Has perks like: KILLING INTENT via Killua and RIGHTEOUS ANGER via Eren. Plus: an extra bonus of SADISM courtesy of Sebastian

Criss is a complete idiot most of the time, but in the middle of battle, he’ll just start talking about theoretical physics and trigonometry. Gwen doesn’t really know how to deal with him. (2)

They’ve got an. odd. collection of knowledge.

“How are we supposed to know what human beings are made of?”

“What, like it’s hard?”

He’s got like, a surprising amount of common sense considering all of the doofuses that make him up. Marinette helps w/that a lot.

Extra Perk: He is the ULTIMATE negotiator.

Adrien knows how to work the business man/fashion scene. The boy has got a walk.

Sebastian is awesome at the intimidation factor, but Deku makes him seem really trustworthy. 

Ben, Rex, and Rin keep him low key and #relatable.

Marinette is the only one of them who has any kind of emotional maturity. She good at reading people too. The only reason any of this works. Keeps them on task for almost everything.

Merging: Criss is a mesh of essences and memories, but all inside are aware of what is going on. When in separated by ‘verses, they have almost an empathic/telepathic link where they can sometimes send pulses/images down the link. Every once in a while, one of them can ‘pull’ on the essence of someone else to help them. However:

In order to fully merge, all of them of must agree, but it’s usually not a big deal; it’s pieces of the characters’ souls that are transferred, not their bodies. It doesn’t really affect what they are doing atm unless it’s super complicated.

Weaknesses:

The Ultimate Klutz, unfortunately. Sorry Mari. Very ADHD and seems to have a pretty severe MPD, for obvious reasons. Kind of off-putting as a person. Extremely draining form when in combat, Ben will sleep for days afterwards.

Powers: 

Obviously, Criss has got Super-strength from multiple people and exceptional sneak ability and balance (most of the time).

Danny: 

 - ectoplasm blast

 - can briefly become intangible but not invisible

“Why are you all so friggin’ dense???”

 - can fly a space ship

“Why are you looking at me? I don’t know how to fly an Earth space shuttle!”

“I do!”

“YOU DO?!”

“How?!?”

“Simulations.”

“...We’re all going to die.”

Rex: 

 - able to transform legs into a bike

 - can talk to machines

Astro: 

 - legs can fly

Ladybug:

 - creation power helps with [inventory] power from the Gamer 

 - Because Criss has both the earring and the ring, he is technically a god. (1)

 - Marinette’s stubbornness overrules all, and she can take control of Criss completely when they’re being really annoying. Sebastian occasionally assists. The two of them have the ability to literally shove everyone back to their home dimension, leaving behind an intimidating, girly version of Ben with red eyes. Ben’s still there but he’s been silenced by fear.

Edward:

 - can do alchemy 

“Wait, we can do magic?”

“No.”

Rin:

- He can COOK! It’s actually really good, and Gwen is pretty tempted to keep him as Criss.

Kevin: “Since when can you cook Ben?”

Criss: “I am a man of many talents.”

Also Criss, immediately after: “They’re my talents, Kitchen Failure.”

- Demon fire

- can perceive/talk to demons

Chat:

- Cataclysm

- The unmatched ability to perch on top of/in lockers, waiting to scare anyone with great relish.

HILARITY to be found in this ‘verse:

a. Someone asks his opinion on something and he literally just freezes from indecisiveness.

b. He’s like half a foot taller than Kevin, and Kevin is pissed.

Kevin thinks Criss is way cooler than Ben tho’ so it’s cool.

c. On one instance, one of the guys has been forced/dared into wearing something hideously embarrassing in his home ‘verse. Cue him being horrified as he’s pulled into Criss in a time of crisis, thinking it will transfer with him. Turns out that their shared body is more made up of their mental images than anything.

       “Why’d you seem so worried when you showed up?”

       *sends mental image*

       *muffled snickers and exclamations and an overall sigh of relief*

d. (1) It’s a thing with him, like his war cry.

    “I have the power of God and anime on my side” - said in the midst of battle

Gwen and Kevin. Need It To Stop.

    “You dare defy your God?!?”

    “Shut up Ben.”

    “It’s Criss!”

Sebastian hates it. Therefore, when ever Criss yells it, he rolls his eyes at himself. It’s a little bit hilarious.

e. A lot of them are SUPER excited at the idea of aliens. Some; not so much.

      “A-Aliens?!”

      “I thought they were EVOs, but clearly they’re from outer space.”

      “Cool!”

      “Eh, I’ve dealt with worse.”

f. Sporadic cursing via Edward. and fake cursing via Danny

      “You frigging fruit loop!”

      “What?”

g. Randomly, one of them will just give a full-body shiver and say “Oh, this is disgusting.”

h. (2) Criss actually has a modicum of common sense, so Kevin is really impressed at first.

      “Wow, it’s almost like you’re a real, rounded person!”

      *Eren screams*

      “Never mind.”

I. They get a lot of awkward questions.

Some Behind-the-times Surfer Dude: “So, like, are you a boy or a girl?”

*silence*

Criss: “I am a GOD!”

Kevin, absolutely done: “SHUT UP”

               .   .   .

Gwen, later: “He’s technically right, you know.”

Kevin, nearly crying: “Yeah, but denial is the only thing keeping me going at this point.”

J. Sometimes, Criss gets SUPER DUPER excited, for various reasons. 

Deku, about other heroes/aliens,

Adrien, about anime,

Sebastian, about cats,

etc.

It’s slightly adorable, slightly disturbing.

K. Criss randomly starts talking about fashion, mostly due to Marinette, and shows surprising prowess

    Gwen, vaguely disturbed: “Um, have you seen your outfit?”

    Criss: “Yes and I hate it.”

L. Criss can and will have conversations/arguments with himself out loud for hours on end. They can be about anything. Literally. Anything.

@tharkflark1

[moralityblurred]

from dusk til dawn s1 starters

send a number 1-120 or ‘🐍’ for a random starter, or send a sentence below the cut

“Sometimes you just get up, and you just know it’s gonna be one of them days. Open your eyes and you look and nothing but bad road.”

“Seeing how I’m stuck between no place and nowhere, the only folks come in here are the a strange ones.“

“You add it up, you see how you’re spending your life from sunup to sundown, and you make the most of that time. ‘Cause it fleets.”

“You think that I can’t get us out of this situation, like I’m some kind of amateur. I brought you into the profession.“

“It’s just you and me now. We are it, all right? And, hey, brother that is a beautiful thing.”

“You shouldn’t call people stuff! You know?! It’s rude!”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you looking to redecorate this place - in shades of red?”

“Let me ask you a question, huh? You got a wife and kids, people that love you that are gonna hate seeing you all stitched together like a sock puppet in the local morgue? Then why don’t you put that weapon down and come on out from behind there, hero? 'Cause us, we ain’t got nothing to lose.”

“I don’t care if he’s banging the first lady, okay? Get him on the line!”

“She’s not a secretary, and she hates to be called that.”

“Trust him because he sees things you don’t.”

“Now, you’re not gonna make me count to 3, are ya? 'Cause I can’t count that high.”

“I didn’t get shot so these sons of bitches could ride off into the sunset.”

“The only mistake that I’ve made is stopping my train of thought to listen to this bullshit.”

“I’ll see you on the other side, cabrón.”

“Even if you have to follow them to the gates of hell, you kill them for me.”

“You had five years to improve yourself, and you played dominos. Is that why I risked my ass to bust you out of that prison transfer?”

“If it had been you in there, you would have got shivved on your first day on account of your piss-poor people skills.”

“I don’t need people skills. I’m a prodigy.“

“Do not dismiss the importance of becoming self-sufficient. Look at the world around you, brother. It’s coming apart.”

“And the man who cannot build his own shelter or gut his own food is just courting disaster.”

“Well, I’m about to apply my fist to your goddamn face, okay?“

“Just because I live in the woods doesn’t mean that I can’t plan a job anymore.”

“Here’s to getting rich and fat. And dying in the arms of a beautiful woman.”

“You’re like a classic Freudian test case, you know that?“

“The border’s still an hour and a half away. By the time we get there, it’ll be swarming with badges.”

“You know, whenever I heard stories in the clink about you losing your edge, living out in the woods like grizzly Adams, I never really believed them.“

“Something’s coming. Something bad, and you and the rest are just a bunch of sheep sleepwalking to the slaughter.”

“Look, I know you like to grieve like you’re alone on an island sometimes, but you’re not.”

“Something happened in that bank, something that got you killing, and you haven’t stopped since.“

“Souls are like… popsicles. Some are sweet, some are bitter, some are strong, and some are weak. There’s a whole rainbow of kinds. Might as well come in a variety pack.”

“We’ll stop. All right? We’ll stop, we’ll, uh, we’ll ditch the car, we’ll get rid of the teller. And whatever’s going on with you… We’ll fix it. Okay?“

“You touch her, I will personally make sure you spend so much time in the hole, your own brother won’t recognize you when you get out.”

“The world never gave you anything. All the world ever did was take.“

“But right now, I need you to trust in the pagan power of technology and please look up that border crossing.”

“This is an ancient weapon used in ritual sacrifice. It’s been written about. Never seen. This should not exist.“

“Well, the eye-in-hand motif appears in codices going back 3,000 years. Represents the two most important gifts a God can bequeath on a man… The ability to see and the ability to take action.”

“You know, I’m not just some dipshit triggerman who screams at bank tellers to open their drawers. I am a scientist, a master tactician. I am a lock artist.“

“Did you forget that I cased that bank for three weeks? That I knew every teller’s schedule upside down, inside out? That I knew that they would be stocking that ATM when you pushed your way in?”

“You’re playing some kind of game with me. You’re trying to play a trick on me. You think that I can’t hear your voice inside me head?!”

“Yeah, I’d say this, uh, little adventure you’re on might be cut a whole hell of a lot shorter than you think.“

“She was consumed and transformed and became a mistress of the night, a harbinger of the next realm.”

“I hear things inside my head, and sometimes she talks to me!“

“This is not who we are. This is not who you are.”

“ This is all gonna be a memory when we get to El Rey. It’s gonna be blue agave… Sunshine, and beaches. Just you and me, buddy. It’s you and me.“

“For so many of us, the journey is one of solitude. We tell ourselves we must walk this arduous road alone. Face whatever comes, no matter how terrible.”

“You see, our eyes are the source of our energy. You can always feel somebody’s eyes on you, but what you’re actually feeling is their energy directed right at you. Now, what happens if you close your eyes? You cut off your energy. If you can just shut down, not only will people not see you, but they’ll see through you.“

“My daddy says a lot of things.”

“It was like you were bleeding, like you were hurting inside.”

“ Everyone should have their hero switch in the ‘off’ position. I make the plan. Everybody executes it, or I execute you. Simple as ‘Sesame Street.’"

“I’ve tuned in to something. And it is showing me the way.“

“You’re part of the last line of defense between chaos and order.”

“We’re gonna survive this 'cause we’re a family.“

“You got nothing to say, huh? That’s funny. I could have sworn you gave me an "f. u.” look.“

“My mistake. Maybe it wasn’t an "f. u.” look. Maybe it was an “I’m gonna make a move” look.“

“You see, you point at what you want to die. You pull the little trigger. Little bullet comes out here. Little bullet hits you right there. Then you don’t look like Bruce Lee anymore.”

“I didn’t know you were capable of not talking.“

“I’m a professional thief, not a killer.”

“That is the third time you’ve disobeyed my direct orders, and nearly got two more men killed for it.“

“Maybe… I’m hoping we hit 17 potholes. So I can empty this entire mag in that smartass mug of yours.”

“Look, I don’t want to have to do this, but I’m gonna have to kill 'em, okay? It’s the only way.“

“Okay, for a while now, I’ve been getting these… signals, I guess you could call them.”

“Guys like that, need to be reminded that power shifts. And as soon as I get the chance, I’m gonna shift it right up that whack job’s ass.“

“You know, a life of looking over his shoulder – isn’t gonna bring him any peace.”

“You take that gun off my brother before the ounce of forgiveness that I have on reserve goes away…“

“Now, I know that you thought you could. I do. But that was before you had your finger on the trigger, wasn’t it? You see, now that you do, you’re worried about the consequences, whereas I am not. That’s why your hand’s shaking and mine’s steady as a rock.”

“Look, if I don’t kill everybody in here, we are never gonna make it.“

“Well, maybe that’s what the voices are telling you, but they’re not calling the shots right now, okay?”

“You three stay out here with the devil’s rejects, have your own little altamont.”

“You do not close a deal behind enemy lines, [name]. You do it on neutral ground.“

“And you think you’re better than me? You too good to have a drink with a common thief?”

“Now, like it or not, we are a family… A broken, messed up, sad excuse for a family.“

“We ain’t got to shoot anybody in the back to make a statement.”

“You just sat down to the table. It’s a little early to fold your hand.“

“You kept saying somebody was calling you here, right? What did you mean by that?”

“Rinche, you’re early to the party, and I don’t remember seeing your name on the list.“

“Obsidian. So much more than steel. It’s a dark mirror. It showed you things, didn’t it?”

“I want you to see this place for what it really is. I want you to feel what I’m feeling.“

“I’m your goddamn brother, and you treat me like I’m the ugly stepkid in the attic.”

“Let me ask you this. Is this really where we belong?“

“No. I’ve seen them in a vision, but I have no clue what these things are.”

“Turns out, you’ve been a part of this club before I even knew it existed.“

“We’re standing on sacred ground.”

“I could feel her inside my head, and she was pulling me close. And, yeah, I think it was to this place.“

“You need a PhD to figure that out?”

“You’re one rude little bastard.”

“35. You did the last one without me, big papa, and it got you tossed in the can.“

“You’re so up your own ass right now.”

“Trick is to find the light again, share it with those you love before it’s too late for all of us.“

“Do you honestly think that I would be here if I was gonna bail on you?”

“So that’s what she taught you to do with your little knife. Back-stab.”

“I’m getting real sick of you calling me a traitor.”

“I wanted to show you who I was on my own terms.“

“You’re stronger now. I’ve drawn that out of you… steel sharpening steel.”

“That was a cruel and ugly thing to do to an innocent girl.“

“These stories are just ancient history to most people. But I always believed the power they spoke of was true.”

“Now, I can do ‘Temple of Doom’, man, but ‘Crystal Skull’, I’m out.“

“There’s nothing but death and misery that way.”

“Time’s like a ribbon… Finds a way of knotting itself into a bow.“

“You’ll be an immortal among mortals, a king among men. You’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted. All you have to do is ask.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard this story before… young girl plays lost and afraid, hooks a guy, and he falls in love with her. He’ll do anything to protect her. Next thing he knows, he’s lying face down in a swimming pool, reading his own narration.“

“You’ll become more than you ever were… Beyond fire and water… Beyond light and dark… Beyond dusk and dawn.”

“Sorry, brother. Things are about to get a little weird.“

“Whoever has the purity of mind to withstand the trials will be deemed worthy.”

“You made it personal, and that’s why you blew it.“

“You don’t believe he can be saved, do you?”

“We were gonna keep you around for inside information, but there’s been a change in plans. You’re going to serve a higher purpose.“

“You have no idea what I live with day in, day out.”

“Sooner or later, we all dance with the reaper.“

“I think our trickster brothers are trying to pull a fast one.”

“The serpent is filled with her blood. She’s inside me now, [name].”

“I don’t know who you are anymore. I don’t know what you are.“

“[name], something evil and vicious has taken hold of you.”

“When you bite someone, it’s like… it’s like you can feel their life run right through you.“

“I could never hate you as much as you hate yourself.”

“How can I imprison someone when I’ve been in chains my whole life?“

“Do you think it’s possible for someone to change their fate?”

“You know, it’s funny this whole thing kind of reminds me of this job that we pulled about seven years ago in Cheyenne. Yeah, it didn’t just go sideways. It went three ways. We pulled it off, though, didn’t we, brother? You remember Cheyenne, don’t you?“

“You taste like sh1t, by the way.”

“You ever find that beach and blue agave, you let me know. Maybe I’ll come join you.“

[beccasbigworld]

The Mental Health Crisis in Film

Out of all of the five movies assigned to watch my two favorites were American Psycho and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. I have to give credit though to the other three movies because they were brilliant. Especially Parasite, the cinematography and the way the movie flowed were exceptional. The endings of American Psycho and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest stood out to me the most because of how raw and shocking of a reaction they left on me after watching. You could say that both of these movies made me a little psycho and cuckoo… I’m gonna pretend someone laughed at my embarrassing pun. Now let's get to the topic of discussion here with discussing the endings of American Psycho and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. The ending of American Psycho played tricks on my mind because it made me believe that what Patrick Bateman did was just a false reality and it never happened. Rewind towards the ending when Bateman goes on a psychotic killing spree. After things keep getting worse such as killing the old lady who interrupted him trying to shove the cat into the ATM, killing NYPD officers, and blowing up two cop cars, the spree kept going. Finally, Bateman is in his Pierce & Pierce and makes a call to his lawyer, he tells him everything, as he is hysterically sobbing through the phone what had just happened. He confesses to killing more than 40 people. The next day Bateman sits and has drinks with his business colleagues and he sees his lawyer. He walks up to him and asks him if he got his voicemail. His lawyer thought the voicemail was hysterical and Bateman had a hard time understanding why his lawyer was laughing at his confession. Bateman says again that he killed Paul Allen and before he can get another word out his lawyer, Harold says Uhm no... I was just with Paul in London a few days ago and we had dinner. Bateman’s face got stiff, his face was shiny from all the sweat and I think this is the moment in the film that was the clear image of Bateman's hallucinations, false reality, and declining mental health. I believe the purpose of this ambiguity was to portray the pain that Bateman suffers every day because of his mental illness. According to the website CinemaBlend, “The more significant takeaway is meant to be present in the satire that comes in Bateman admitting his horrific crimes and nobody taking him seriously. He not only lives in an entirely shallow existence where "inside doesn't matter," but he has been driven to the point where he has become a mystery even unto himself, and only really knows that he wants to inflict his inner pain on others. Tragic as it is to say, the number of people he may or may not have murdered is inconsequential -- like the film's existence as Bateman's confession” (Eisenberg). His lawyer doesn’t even take his confession seriously so Bateman is left alone in his world to question what reality really is. Did he kill any of those people or was that just him imagining how he wants to inflict his pain onto others? The character's motives only lead to a temporary sense of catharsis like for example one of the most brutal scenes in the film was when Bateman kills Paul in his apartment. He played music that spoke to him lyrically and he got a clean ax, covered his floor, couches, and himself in plastic, and took his jealousy and frustration out on Paul by killing him viciously with a perfectly sharpened clean ax.

After Bateman would kill any of his victims he would relax for a little but yet not too long after he would be itching for another. The ending of American Psycho tied the movie up perfectly in my opinion. It didn’t necessarily satisfy my expectations. It left me in a curious state of mind because I thought wow did he even kill these people or was this all a part of his imagination? However, I think the way it was written was purposely brilliant because it ties in perfectly with the topic of mental health we are examining because was this a figure of Bateman's deranged mind, or did this actually occur. Overall, in my personal opinion, it was a fantastic movie.

The second movie that I will be diving into detail in is One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. My Dad would watch this film when I was little. I would watch films like Indiana Jones and other older films with him however, I never watched this one so watching this film kinda reminded me of that experience I had with my Dad growing up. I enjoyed watching this film a lot, something about the aesthetic of an older film it just makes you feel so alive. The ending of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest left a permanent scar on me because of how raw and emotional the scene was. Mac's character when first introduced was a guy who was full of life and wanted to bring the same light to the men of the mental hospital. Towards the end of the film, Mac holds a party for the men and brings two girls along. Billy and the one woman end up hooking up in one of the rooms and come the next morning Nurse Ratched finds him. After the discovery of Billy, she threatens to tell his mom and this drives Billy off the edge. He takes a piece of glass and while he is sent to wait for nurse Ratched in the other room he kills himself. The discovery of Billy’s death infuriates Mac because he saw so much potential in him and because of Nurse Ratched's threats, Mac strangles her to the point where she almost dies. As an inhumane punishment Mac has a lobotomy that permanently turns him into a zombie. In the end scene, Chief which, over time becomes Mac's best friend in the mental hospital notices that Mac has become a zombie and makes the quick decision to kill him by suffocating him with a pillow. Chief does this because he knew that Mac would rather be dead than be a zombie in Nurse Ratched’s mental institution.

Similar to the ambiguous ending in the film American Psycho the ending of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest had an ambiguous ending. According to the website Shmoop,” McMurphy has become a hero to the other patients in the ward because of his ability to stand up to Nurse Ratched. The others would be devastated to see Mac wandering around with dead eyes and a scarred forehead. So Chief decides to take matters into his own hands and to give Mac back his freedom, saying "I wouldn't leave you here this way" and smothering him. Then Chief gives freedom to himself by breaking out of the hospital and running off into the forest” (Shmoop Editorial Team). Chief and Mac discussed earlier in the movie that they want to run away to Canada and live a peaceful life so Chief decides to kill him to give him his power and keep Mac’s legacy living even when he is physically gone. This is why Chief purposely takes the sink out of the floor and throws it through the window so he can escape and run free to Canada to pay tribute to Mac. As for Mac's character, strangling Nurse Ratched I believe did provide him with a sense of catharsis because he was able to get revenge on her for unintentionally killing his friend Billy. However, the relief didn’t last long because Mac gets sent to be punished by the mental institution. Punished as if sent to be lobotomized. As for Chief's character, Mac helps him by leading him to a sense of catharsis throughout the entire movie. Before Mac officially came to the mental hospital Chief was considered hard of hearing and didn’t pay any mind to anyone. However, according to the website Looper, “ McMurphy impacts Chief the most. By watching Mac refuse to take anything lying down, Chief learns how to be as "big" in his actions as he is in stature — and he feels like he owes that to McMurphy. Without the con man giving him the confidence to talk and break free from the ward's toxic environment, Chief would still be silently sweeping the hospital floors at the movie's close. Chief knows that someone like McMurphy — who is so full of life — would never want to live after being lobotomized. Being a prisoner on Ratched's ward was hard enough for Mac without being a prisoner in his own body” (Harbet). Killing Mac gave Chief the final sense of relief one needed because he knew that Mac would never want to be a prisoner in his own body and with the courage he gave Chief, he finally breaks free, keeping Mac’s legacy alive and living his life.

The ending One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest was so unexpected for me that my hand was over my mouth and my eyes were peeled to the screen. At first, I didn’t fully grasp why Chief was suffocating Mac however, once he ripped the sink out of the floor It all connected. I personally don’t think the ending could have been written any other way. It was a perfect way to tie the film all together while also highlighting the harsh theme of mental illness in that time and not fully understanding the negative consequences of treatment and what it can do to a person like Mac. It saddens me that this happened to Mac because he was a regular guy at the beginning of the film and a soul in a cold body at the end however, the ending gives the audience a sense of catharsis because we all know why Chief did what he did. Mac helped Chief get his life back and Chief helped Mac preserve his life for the man he really was. Overall I believe that One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest was one of the best films I have ever watched and I enjoyed watching it for this class for the first time.

[ackackh]

WIP Meme

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.

This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets - anything at all!

I was tagged by my darling @spoondragon, thank you, my guy!

I really need to talk to you guys about some of these and make sure they make it to ao3! Turns out school and my job have taken up most of my valuable writing time, so these are all slow coming, but they’ll get there!

okay let me pick the biggest ones atm…

1. My PBB which is currently titled SPACE BOYS

okay so since I haven’t talked about this in a million years, here’s the gist. Sometime far in the future, Earth’s sun has died (the science behind this is closer to if the sun just disappeared, rather than totally obliterating the planet) and most humans left and found a new planet, but some stayed. Now, Eugene Sledge is a part of a crew of five (Andy, Eddie, Bill, and Sidney) tasked with going back to Earth to see wtf happened to it.

the story begins here, the crew comes to Earth expecting a barren wasteland and instead finds… Snafu. Well, they find a huge colony of people who live inside this protective structure and underground.

Eugene meets K co, Sidney meets H co, and Andy and Eddie meet something of a surprise (read to find out, ooooh). There is science (so much nerding, I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself), culture comparison, angst, falling in love with someone you thought was an ass, grief, heartache, found-families, and a decent dose of existentialism.

There is so much to this au guys, I think the hardest part is that I’ve thought of enough to fill a novel and that’s… a lot to write. I’ll also have a playlist for this for ultimate ~~vibes~~

2. My Baseball AU! (most likely to be titled Hartford Eagles)

okay okay, this au has been painstakingly outlined, chapter by chapter, it is seriously just down to writing it, but writing takes so much tiiiime! No matter what tho, I’m in love with this story.

So easy co is a (very fictional) MiLB team called the Hartford Eagles and they have just taken on the first lady to play with an all-male team in the minors, Renee Lemaire! She’s a pitcher and she kicks ass, I’m so proud of my daughter.

baseball teams are like 25 people deep so I was able to include basically the entire co. Dick is the Manager, Nix the pitching coach, Harry the hitting coach, and Ron the conditioning coach. Buck is team captain, pretty predictable stuff there. I have an excel sheet with all the boys and their positions and jersey numbers, even their walk-up songs. 

okay so plot. The story takes place over one season and focuses on two main plots as well as five (5) romances, but not all of them are as in-depth as others. The first plot follows Renee during her first season with easy. Dick wanted her on the team not only because she’s stellar, but also because he knew his boys would treat her well. So she’s dealing with all the stress of paving the way for other women and having a successful season, but she’s also finding brothers in all the boys. I focus on a lot of different friendships in this, here she has the medic crew (mostly Gene and Spina) and she becomes really close with Toye and also Nix to a lesser extent. 

The other plot follows Joe Toye, their closer, who is gearing up to get into the majors. Lots of different teams are scouting him but nothing is set in stone when the story begins and, because Joe is Joe, he works his ass off to prove he’s worth it. He’s very close with Bill, becomes a big brother to Renee, and has a growing friendship with Luz, which may turn into something more, hmmm, read to find out!

there is lots of SPORTS! brotherhood, the ot5, slow burn that might kill me, love confessions, (so many) boys who don’t know how to express their feelings, CHUCK GRANT CONTENT, winning, losing, crying, singing, tragedy, and recovery.

bonus: references to Undrafted

3. Wintergaard

so I made a post about this a long time ago, but it’s developed a lot since then so let’s go. I basically accidentally outlined half a novel and there’s so many OCs I might die, but it’s a fantasy au.

I made an entire lore but we’ll skip that and check into the present. Dick is a Prince in a Kingdom (Wintergaard) that has four lines of kings. So four rulers share power equally among each other and Dick’s mother happens to be one of those rulers. He’s the youngest, birth order doesn’t matter as far as assuming the throne is concerned, but Dick is pretty unlikely to take the throne anyway b/c his brother is like the perfect candidate. besides, Dick doesn’t want it.

So he’s got a wonderful mother, a brother who’s kind of perfect tbh, and a sister who’s super kickass, like she became a captain and later becomes a commander in the royal army just because she wants to. 

And then there’s Dick. Who is great, obviously, but when he’s 18 he gets crowned (as is custom in this universe) with a crown meant to symbolize the soul, and his is really…soft. Feminine and sort of sweet. He was given the title The Gentle as a child and all of this adds up to lots of whispers and rumors. because like “uh…he could be in charge one day and he’s nOT MannLY??” but it’s w/e to Dick. He likes his crown a lot. 

Lots of time goes by, lots of OC drama, and turns out, whoops! there’s a civil war between the Kingdom and the citizens who live in its borderlands. (I’m not saying I put in heavy references to the Confederacy in here but.,,yah I absolutely did). In the very first battle Dick gets seriously injured and becomes MIA, later assumed dead.

But guess who’s not dead! Guess who gets found by some farmers who are looking for their brother! That’s right, Prince Richard the Gentle. So, Speirs’ father owned a farm and passed it to him and his brother (an OC) and Nix is Ron’s half-brother, a bastard son. Carwood worked for Speirs’ father and now works for Speirs. They’re super in love, don’t worry they’ll figure it out. 

So, Dick gets rescued by these strangers who know who he is b/c like,,, he’s royalty. He heals under their care, they all become very close, and eventually they all journey back to the capital so Dick can go home.

Well, a lot has changed since he’s been gone and shit’s only gonna get crazier. I’ll stop there, but I will say that soon after this, the gang runs into Shifty who is very important for… reasons. Not to worry, all will be revealed. 

Okay, so we got way to in-depth lore and history, royalty that’s actually kind of great, a civil war, lots of love, pain and injury, healing, angst, a journey, lots of magic, SHIFTY HAS A DAUGHTER, Winnix, Speirton, and Luztoye, familial bonding, important life-altering choices, and a meeting with the big man himself: Death. 

Sorry, I know this got way too long, I’m just excited to be writing these! Please let me know if you’d be interested in reading the first chapter of any of these, or some other kind of teaser! I’m starting to realize that I need feedback to write, lol

Uh, like everyone’s been tagged I think, lol. But I’ll go with @hoosiersblanket and @gingerwerk because I always love hearing about what they have cookin

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( Part one )  ( Part two )  ( Part three )  ( Epilogue )  (Continuation of a fic based on 13.06- Tombstone)

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Sam was starting to get really fed up with getting kidnapped. Seriously- did he have some kind of sign across his forehead which only their potential enemies could see or something? ‘Kidnap me! Useful punching bag/bargaining chip free for the taking!’ Because, honestly speaking, it would make a lot more sense than half the other crap which had happened in his life. He was the demon-blooded, occasionally-psychic, former vessel of Satan and Man (Person?) of Letters, and was currently in the middle of finding the Devil’s half-human biological infant-who-doesn’t-look-like-an-infant offspring because some idiotic part of him refused to see said offspring as anything other than his son (which, put that way, sounded horribly creepy and stockholm-syndrome-ish, but somehow actually wasn't). Being officially branded a kidnapee would kind of be par for the course at this point.

Still, as far as captivity went, he supposed things could have been worse. Yes he had the standard cuffs on. And yes he was kept inside a doorless, windowless room with only a bed, a toilet and… well… pretty much nothing else. Again. But at least the bed was comfortable. And at least there was usually at least one Angel present, despite the fact that (disregarding the times they actually deigned to answer his questions directly) they were smart enough to speak in what sounded like a blend of different languages from around the world, so it wasn’t as difficult to keep his mind occupied as it had been during those months in solitary. Plus he got food regularly and nobody seemed interested in ripping his lungs out so… yeah. That was always a plus.

Not that any of that made him any less pissed. Or any less vigilant. Especially after, on the second day, said vigilance paid off in the form of none of the angels knowing that he understood enough spoken Hebrew now (thank you, Aaron) to, even through the rapid-fire speech, make out such words as ‘Nephilim’ (at least, he assumed it was ‘nephilim’ and not ‘giant’ or ‘nipple’) and ‘trap.’

Well screw that. Sam might have been a mess of disaster and disappointment wrapped up in a human(ish) meat sack, but god help him if he ended up being responsible for these dicks harming even one more hair on Jack’s head.

So he watched.

He waited.

He planned.

After living so long in the Bunker, and reading so much about its protections, he knew enough about the spell-work marking the walls of ‘his’ room to be able to tell it would keep Dean from locating him via any magical means.

But he also knew enough to be certain that he could escape.

Unfortunately, it was kind of hard to make his move when there were always (and he literally meant always- privacy when peeing meant absolutely nothing to celestials) eagle-like eyes watching his every move.

On day twelve, though (assuming his internal clock hadn’t been blown all to hell), he finally got his chance. A fourth Angel appeared in a flutter of wings, his (if Sam was going by the vessel’s presented gender) anxious tone drawing the others’ attention for the full twenty seconds he needed to confirm they weren’t looking his way, slide the small penknife out of his boot, slice across the tip of his right index finger and trace a ridiculously familiar symbol onto the headboard he’d been propped up against for the past three hours. By the time any of them started to look back, it was already too late.

With the Angels gone, he didn’t waste any time. Pulling up his shirt (along with the two tops he had layered underneath- and god was he in severe need of a shower or what?), he lightly carved a second symbol into the flesh of his stomach, using blood from that to paint the third across the emptiest wall. A short chant in Tamil, courtesy of the Men of Letters’ Soul Magic, and the wall blasted open to reveal…

…a hospital.

Oh.

Old and definitely long since abandoned it may have been, but for some reason ‘hospital’ hadn’t been what he’d pictured as the number one choice for a Heavenly Hostage-taking scenario.

Ah well. He should just be glad he wasn’t in the middle of a volcano or something.

Stumbling slightly at first as he waited for the fatigue from the spell to wear off, Sam made his way along hallways and down stairs which definitely weren’t up to modern safety standards, eventually making it out into the endless tweeting and dappled sunlight of… a forest? Somewhere?

Or… maybe not? The trees directly in front of him didn’t seem to go on for too long at least. And there was a tower peering through the treetops off to the left which looked strangely familiar.

Shaking off his curiosity, he took a few steps forward, then-

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Now?!”

…Luckily, it didn’t take too long to deal with the ghost- a twenty-eight year old also named Sam who had found their way here after bribing a local with five hundred euro, only to trip over one of the many vines and break their neck, and who passed on after Sam promised to inform their family of what had become of them. And, in the process, he also found out where exactly he was.

Poveglia. Otherwise known as the most haunted island in the world.

At least it explained why he recognised the bell tower.

It also meant, though, that he had to swim 800 or so metres through the Venetian Lagoon as quickly as he could (the clock was counting down the moments until those Angels managed to make their way back to start looking for him again, and a single solitary figure cutting through the water would be kind of an obvious marker even with Castiel’s rib carvings still in effect), then walk several kilometres along Lido under the late afternoon sun until he finally succeeded in locating an atm. Luckily water didn’t affect credit cards and, after bribing a local of his own to get him across to Venice without too many questions asked, he managed to find first a bottle of fresh water and then an international payphone.

The beat of silence after the dial-tone got cut off felt like an eternity. Then-

“Dean Winchester. Business or pleasure?”

“Dean. It’s me.”

Another beat.

“Catflap.”

“Jellybean.”

“Sam?! What the hell, man? How-?”

Before Sam could reply, though, another voice cut through Dean’s exclamations. “That’s Sam? Is he okay? Where is he?”

And suddenly Sam didn’t care so much about the crowd of disgruntled tourists eating ice-creams just five feet away, muttering audibly as they glared at him about ‘disgusting people. I swear they’re everywhere you turn these days.’ In fact, the big guy in the middle of the group could have been lobbing boulders his way and he still wouldn’t have cared a bit.

“You found Jack? When? Where? Is he alright? Does Cas know?”

“Yes, he’s fine,” Dean cut in (and Sam could picture the exact eye roll). “Christ, it’s like surround sound or something here.” There was a moment of near-silence, the sound of a hand being batted away the only thing echoing down the line. “He turned up last night- heard the not-so-wingless Dicks had you and volunteered to be bait. Cas is here, too.”

“That’s- wait, bait?”

“Whatever, man. Obviously not happening now. Now where the hell are you? I can drive down- meet you half way or something.”

Sam glanced around at the cobbled streets. “Yeah… about that…”

Two minutes and twenty-six seconds after he’d finished explaining the general situation and worked out roughly where he was in comparison to the landmarks he could see, the flutter of wings sounded from behind him, reverberating briefly around the small side-street he’d ducked down. Penknife in hand, Sam spun around-

-and drew up short, speechless in the face of the wide, wet blue eyes staring back at him.

“Sam, I- I’m so sorry. It’s my fault you- I should never have-”

Sam broke in before the kid could continue, recognising all too well the path such a whirlpool of self-blame could lead down if left unchecked. “Hey, hey, this wasn’t your fault, alright? And besides, I’m fine.” Pausing to make sure Jack was taking his words in, he ran his gaze over the younger man, checking for any sign of injury. Nothing obvious (thank god), but still… There was something different there. Something simultaneously more self-assured yet also more obviously open and vulnerable than even before that last day. “What about you? Are you okay? Did the trip help?”

For several seconds, Jack didn’t answer.

Then, in the span of a single blink, he all but threw himself forward, wrapping his arms so tightly around Sam that the taller man stood frozen in surprise, unable to even unpin his arms to even attempt to return the gesture.

“I read your messages,” came the muffled voice, just before Jack pulled back again. “Thank you. They helped.”

A rush of warmth filled Sam’s chest- light and comfort and pride (not just for Jack, but strangely also a little for himself) which buzzed and hummed and sang until they spread throughout his entire body. So all that pain had finally produced one thing of worth, after all. He smiled. “I’m glad.”

Jack just smiled back, eyes alight. “I’m supposed to take you back now. Dean and Castiel are waiting.”

Sam started to reach out to clasp the extended arm. Then he paused, the weight of foreign cash suddenly an anvil in his pocket. He’d already been gone for almost two weeks- another few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Especially if they brought back a satisfactory souvenir.

He smiled again- teasing. Light. Conspiratorial.

“What say we grab some ice-cream first?”