#like whyyyyyy. i hate you 😭😭

[asiancatboy]

got my new license 🥳

[minglana]

genuinely stumped at how i should send that email. why cant she contact me directly😐

[ronance4everbrainrot]

What I wanted to happen before the girls went back to their time.

Part 1.

EDIT. NOOOO I JUST WROTE THIS BUT IT DIDN'T SAFE AND NOW ITS INCOMPLETE 😭😭😭😭😭

I AM SO SAD 😭😭😭😭 WHYYYYYY

I could cry 😭 I EVEN LIKED WHAT I WAS WRITING THIS TIME! AAAH

Edit 2.

I finished it, again 😪😭

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"Wait Red, shouldn't we like.. check if everything is gonna be ok at Castlecoming?" Chloe says as they walk towards the courtyard, where they started this whole adventure.

Red stops, blinks and stares at her for a second, dumbfounded.

"you're bad at lying, boo" she teases and smirks at the blush creeping on Chloe's face "You just want to go to Castlecoming yourself"

Chloe shoves her "S-Shut up" Her face tinted red, but her expression stern and annoyed. She sighs "But I do really want to go.." she plays with her hands nervously..why is she so nervous?

Red chuckles lightly "I know, Princess. I can read you like a fairytale"

She takes one of Chloe's hands, which stops her fidgeting with her fingers, and turns around, to walk back inside the school. "And I don't see why we can't have a little more fun here." It looks like she wanted to say more but she stopped herself. Not wanting to think about the future right now or if their plan actually worked or if her mother is still-

Stop. Red shakes her head and Chloe looks at her concerned.

Chloe was surprised as Red took her hand, and even more when she turned around and pulled her with. She wanted to ask if she was serious when suddenly Red's expression turned sour and worried.

"Red, you okay?..We don't have to go if-" Red cuts her off "No! No. I-.. I was just-" Red doesn't know if she should tell Chloe about her worries. She doesn't want to ruin her mood.

"It's nothing" she decides. Chloe gives her a look "...I'll tell you later" Chloe gives her another look "..I promise"

That seems good enough for Chloe right now and she smiles. Red can't help but to smile too. She looks back to the front and they continue walking.

Until Chloe stops again, making Red also stop since they are still holding hands..which Red just notices and immediately let's go. She'll think about her face heating up later, right now Chloe's panicked expression seems more important.

"What's wrong, Blue-" she finishes right when Chloe locks eyes with her. "We don't have anything to wear!?"

Red was dumbfounded, again.

"Wherewouldwefinddresses?! Howmuchtimedowehave?! Arestoresevenopenrightnow? DOWEEVENHAVEMONEYTO-!"

Red burts out laughing. Chloe is walking back and forth, arms going everywhere.

Chloe was pacing as she suddenly stops and hears Red laughing. She stares for a second but shakes her head and looks at Red annoyed "What are you laughing at?" She put her arm on her hip "You want to go looking like that?" She looks Red up and down.

Their clothes were covered in dirt and dried mud, mostly their shoes and pants. They also have holes, well more like slits, from the flying sword slashes.

Most just hit their clothes but one hit Red's arm. They only noticed an hour ago when the adrenaline wore off and Red felt the pain from her arm. They bandaged it.

Red takes in a few breaths as she stops laughing, still chuckling a bit.

Chloe gives her a look, again, challenging her to tell her she's wrong. Red then frowns with fake annoyance and in thought. "mm. I hate to say it.." Chloe's smile grew smug. Red almost doesn't want to give it to her. Almost "You're right, Princess" she sighs, defeated. Chloe smiles. Red can't help but to smile too.

It was worth it to see Chloe's eyes shine with pride and her smile growing, which she is trying to hide. Like a puppy who's trying not to wag its tail.

As Chloe was about to start talking, they hear a familiar voice calling out to them behind Red.

"Red! Chloe! What are you doing here? The dance is at the other courtyard!"

As Red turns around and Chloe steps to the side. They both see Bridget in a beautiful light pink gown, mixed with darker pink and white. (I would love to describe it, I just don't know what lol)

Chloe and Red say nothing as Bridget walks over to them "And why aren't you dressed yet?" She looks confused when she suddenly realizes "Oh my cards! Did you even pack and formal wear?! Oh no no. This won't do."

Bridget takes them by the hand and drags them, to wherever she's going.

She doesn't notice that Chloe and Red haven't said a word yet, mostly because she didn't give them any time to speak.

However

Red notices something off about Bridget.

And it worries her.

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Hope you like it!

I hate it! No I don't. I'm just annoyed that the perfect thing I've written before has not been saved 😭

This is basically the same tho 😭

Just a few words different or smth.

😭😭😭

Byeeee

[starjoe]

HEAVY SPOILERS FOR EP 17 OF II

😔

Guys. No joke… I’m actually going depressed. Wdym everyone dies… WDYMMMMM ☹️.

atleast Bot should still be alive technically.. 😢 I HATE THIS!!! UUGGHGHH THE LAST LIGHTBRUSH MOMENT SUCKED SO BAD WHYYYYYY!,,

ALSO PAINT BRUSH CRIED!? AND BAXTERRRRRFR AGHHHHH😭😭😭

ALSO THE FACT TEST TUBE MADE FAN A PHOEN AND THE LOCK SCREEENN WHYY

AND WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO DIE HE SAID “I’ll see you test tube.” LIKE WHAAAT

NIHXSNIXHSNXIHEX I HATE THSISSSSS

[potatoesnottomatoes8]

I saw some other people do this soooo hears my thoughts and notices spoilers obviously

- i don’t why but i love how Diana takes a bite out of an apple and just hands it to Natalie in just another day

- the little dance number in my psychopharmacologist and i after they go down the stairs

- when diana pushes the cake in the sink in i am the one like ok show us your rage

- the way Gabe enters in i am the one is sooooo cool

- the new parts in im alive when Gabe sings “if you climb on my back then we both can fly” and how Diana is behind him with like there arms up in the air is really neat

- in make up your mind / catch me i’m falling how Diana doesn’t just turn around like she did at the Donmar she’s falls like back in the chair like going back into reality

- How Gabe plays with the music box in I dreamed a dance

- OMG this is the one i care about the most so it’s gonna be long but the way Gabe touches Diana’s hand in there’s a world and then Diana starts to kinda walk away like saying no to Gabe but then how Gabe kind of forcefully hugs her and she’s like uncomfortable at first and then eases into it like she accepted trying to kill herself, idk something about it like it’s such an incredible change that wasn’t at the Donmar which i feel like makes this scene so much better

- I absolutely loved the Wish I Were Here number i like how the dialogue part was towards the audience and how when Diana and Natalie passed each other it’s like they were going to go towards each other the then would move away at the last second which i though was cool rather then them holding hands like they did before

- How Dan actually shows a picture of a baby girl holding up her middle finger in better then before

- How Diana looks up at the top of the stairs when she finds the bag with the music box to make sure Dan isn’t watching

- obviously the silhouette scene is like ahhhhh so cool

- The way Diana looks at Dan after he throws the music box 😭😭 she’s like whyyyyyy

- When Gabe literally lays across the table after I’m Alive reprise like he knows he ate that up

- at the Donmar i hated the jacket or coat caissie wore during Maybe so I’m glad they gave her a new because idk something about just made it look ugly to me (i still think she wears it during Song of Forgetting if I’m not mistaken)

- ok this is another thing during hey #3 i never noticed how when Natalie’s rambling about what happens if she does this or that like stuff Diana did that she say “bleeding out in the …’ like omg idk how i never realized but like 😭

- literally how Gabe is like a scared child after Dan finally sees him like he look soooo terrified

- someone mentioned this earlier about how Natalie kind of notices when Gabe touches her hand like theldntnekakdnsbs wtf

- i like how Diana sits at the edge of the stage during Light like imagine sitting right there i would dieeee

also don’t even get me started on the Diana/Dan Natalie/Henry parallels because they make me cry.

[11queensupreme11]

I feel like your fic has summoned every annabeth and percabeth hater because why do I see everyone hating on my baby's?✊🏼

I FEEL THAT WAY TOO AND I FEEL SO TERRIBLE ABOUT IT 😭

it's not even just annabeth/percabeth haters, i get a lot of comments on wattpad bashing poseidon, hades, even sally(???) basically every pjo character despite them being the good guys. they've nitpicked every lil thing they've done "wrong" and took it the extreme 💀

idek whyyyyyy. did i write these characters in a way that villainizes them in my fic??? cuz if i did, then i'm sorry cuz that was never my intention 😭😭😭

even after chapter 14 (the chapter about the pjo gods struggling with percy's disappearance) i still get ppl bashing those same characters for things they never did (even in the canon books) 💀 i get really confused when i see those comments cuz i'm always thinking "where the hell did you read THAT from???????"

if it makes you feel better, it's really only happening in wattpad, my ao3 and quotev readers never say anything like that at all

[thelov3lybookworm]

*death staring in anger* look at this!!

https://www.tumblr.com/highpriestessgwyn/745931855248982016/another-incredible-artist-gone-and-i-dont-blame?source=share

What has this Fandom turned into.

-🦋

this is so heartbreaking to see because not only could these books have been someone's safe place but also because, basic human decency??

im so tired of antis and ship wars 😭like, why cant we all just be in our lil corner and be happy interacting with our moots and besties? people who like or agree with similar things as us??

and its not even the shippers im sad about, its also the antis.

ive had a bad experience with ic and rhys antis and its not even their opinions that hurt me. i couldnt care less about the differences in our opinions, its the way they chose to go about having these opinions, like they were always so mean about it when people did not agree with everything they said

i was just having a talk about it yesterday with one of my moots, and we talked about how people like these are the reasons people leave.

whyyyyyy cant we just keep to ourselves and only interact with people with similar interests?? why do we have to go onto someones blog we know doesnt agree with our opinions to spread hate??

aight lol this turned into a rant but in short, lets just keep to ourselves and be happy about the books that we love please 😭

also if anyone wants to know my experience with these anti ic's that were mean to me NOT WITH THEIR OPINIONS but with their default mean girl mode who is out for murder all the time, text me in private so i can warn you about it and help you be safe around this place 🫶🏻

[unsleepingtales]

Cursed out! What an ep!

Thinking about the Lucy/Gorgug parallels post and rotating them. In my head

Bakur art????

Aelwynnnnn

Ah they have leveled up!

Cottoncandy bitchfuck <3

Kipperlilly is independently wealthy ok

If Adaine could charge for her oracle duties that would be great

Adaine hates her SO much

I love the close up shot of Siobhan’s hand

I love Brennan glancing over at Ally to let them know that they need to pay attention to this next part before mentioning the divine stuff

The Abernant Sisters are everything to me <3

Even when you were being evil you were at least interesting and cool!

Aelwyn you gotta take care of yourself pls

HECTOR

And people are dying or something?

Loam Farm. Ok so the issue wasn’t with the faire, it was with the former venue?

Were they framed to get the faire to change venues?

Summoning a demon. Just another thing.

Riz is SO done

“You’re getting a+s and you’re killing all your extracurriculars so where is the stress coming from”???? Sklonda. Sklonda! Cmon. You had to have heard yourself say that.

Keep my name out of your mouth 💀💀💀 they are MARRIED

Sorry what

It’s called the moonar yulenear? That’s what the midwinter holiday in solace is called?

Ally ASCENDING

November (if that’s what month it is)

Brennan SO meant for Riz to be running

Lolaaaaa

Of course Riz is going to Loam Farm.

Maximum legend!

Ratgrinders group art!!

FIG HAS OFFICIALLY TAKEN TWO LEVELS OF PALADIN

Hallariel!!

Ally continues to be great at blending rp and mechanics

Hmmmm Kristen going to fallinel. Thoughts.

That’s so sad actually

Zac is SO smart

Your drama’s beautiful and I think it’s really gorgeous but I do think that Fig is fully cursed

God they’re insane I love them so much

Mazey!!

It’s just an orifice

I love that little hands moment with the friends <3 I could pick your hands out of a lineup they are calloused and freckled and I love you

I’m wearing a sports bra and a g string and I want to be closer to all of you!!

He really tried to figure out a way to politely decline a bardic and he couldn’t

Mazey are you okay??

Oh god

The vice principal can’t leave a certain distance from the school??

There’s gotta be a way to get Ayda in on this

Awwwww

Wild that student government only has one elected position?? How are all the other positions chosen??? I was on student gov for six years and I had to run every time?

Brennan is thrilled with them

Shoutout to Zac for using proper over-under cable coiling technique while miming

Tragic this is devastating

She doesn’t need to die she’s gonna pass on the position at the end of the year??

Jealousy surrounds me. (The most serious she’s been all day)

FABIANNNNN

Stop bringing him UP

“When you think about me why do you always bring up the ball?” Onesided fabriz truthers are having a field day rn

Mazeyyyyyy you care so so much

He wanted to live with his family I’m gonna cry

Hmm. Convincing.

From the man who dabbed at a school assembly we now bring you the revival of pwned

Bro she likes you

Paperweight boggy!

It’s a whole thing

Oh god

Summer god domain changed to more fire stuff regarding rage?

Not my circus not my monkeys 😭😭

Five from 2d10 😭

Whyyyyyy are you giving a speech to the middle schoolers. WHY

Sandra Lynn and Jawbone’s art makes me so happy

This little bitch ass cat >:(

Lydia Barkrock I love you forever and ever

D&D is so cool D&D IS SO COOL

Also science :)

Paladin Fig!

No that’s the curse babes

Yeah

Fig is super fucking cursed

They literally tagged their notebooks with the ratgrinder sticker !

It’s not his place to feel wrathful. Oh my god he’s. Something.

Oh GOD

Yolanda WAS neutral though that was the whole POINT she gave up any relationship to a deity in order to better teach clerics!! The token she gave Kristen was all about divine power and relationships despite lack of a god!!

Stay the fuck away from her brother

(Ally mumbling threateningly)

Step off buddy. Step Away.

Oooh why is that dc that way

Oh yeah but that has nothing to do with Fig

FUCK YEAH OATH OF ANCESTORS I love paladin mechanics so fucking much guys

Ey?? Zara and Porter?

Fig how many fucking parents are you gonna get

THANK YOUUUUUUU I love paladin mechanics I love devotion to a friend I love getting literal magic from love and devotion and a promise

This is sooooo leading towards Fig becoming a paladin of Bakur’s deity.

Ally and Lou’s reactions 😭

GIRLYPOP WHATTTT

Murph face

Ruben seems genuinely upset about Lucy

Why is that your email address

Do you want me to get you a phone????????

A card that says thinking of you but fig signs it from gorgug 😭 I’m gonna cry

ITS SHAPED LIKE A LITTLE METAL BRIEFCASE 😭😭😭

You absolute sweetie 🥰

What a choice!

Ohhh Fabian. Fabian misses his dad. Ouch.

Wild art imitating life moment bc we were just talking about getting hit in the tattoo

Oh goddddddd rage tokens

They would do anything for each other

The gleam in Brennan’s eye……..

Oh nooooo

(Emily laughing sadistically)

You made that so terrible for yourself and you did not have to.

Oh my GOD

Ok chill out man

Ok next week looks fun. The return of Baron. That’s chill.

[m4lexxx67]

I should be reading my book on organic chemistry because I have the exam in like a month and I haven't learned shit yet bc my professor fucking sucks. But why does the book have to be so... idk, it's not even really boring cause I do find it kinda interesting how different groups in molecules affect the reaction but like... the reality and act of having to actively try and learn all this, just SUCKS. I don't want to memorize all these stupid mechanisms and then when you adjust the temperature something totally different happens and I need to know that. Not even that, I need to be able to tell what reaction happens based on the reactants and like... I wouldn't mind knowing that, but I also wouldn't mind if I didn't but I'll fail my exam if I don't. I just really don't want to put in the work because I don't like it enough because it's fucking organic chemistry and of course I have to do FOUR FUCKING SEMESTERS of this shit and I'm already hating the first WHYYYYYY 😭😭

[jaylaxies]

Okay so i finished the fic so heres my feedback <3

First of all WHAT THE FUCK?! LIKE WHY DUDE WHYYYYYY?!!?? im going insane rn yk that?? Like there the cutest couple ever i just srsly love it too much that i want them to get back together :( i just HATE YOU (in the nicest way possible) i love the way that you like really show the vibes of Karina and Yeji cause like im sure that they'll truly do that..AND PLEASE Y/N DSRVS THE FUCKING LOVE DUDE LET HER FEEL LOVE :( tbh i srsly dont know what to say but all in all WHAT THE FUCK? and i love it {3 i love the way that is written and that how Jay makes y/ns heart fluster and make her blush like a bitch :3 and the way that Jaemin is always there to ruin the situation for Jay and Y/n and be smiling like a weirdo,,,when jay said "does he even get tired from smiling?" GOT ME CRACKING MY NERVES like i srsly laughed so loud that my bf thought i was going crazy <3 and i wish i had a boyfriend like jay srsly :( like the way that he is so sweet and caring in the fic is just so adorable and the bonding of them both is sooo cuteee istg :(( i also agreed where yn said that he loves jay sm for being kind and caring to other people got me blushing like a tomato <3 its totally so true and when yn also added that she loves jay sm cause the way he eats corn and buys Coca Cola PLS ;) HAHAHAHA IT GOT ME CRACK UP but srsly ive been repeating this but i srsly just have two things to say 1.FUCK YOU 2.i love the fic sm

Sorry for the grammars :3

RIGHT?? they’re so cute w each other i love their silly lil bickering which probably does nothing to hide their affection for each other but we love it! KARINA AND YEJI MY WIVES i literally love them <33 no cause jaemin is always smiling AND we love a lil bit of jealousy WJQKWK JAY WAS SO PISSED omg this feedback is so 🩷💗💞💕 ILOVEYOU AND THANK YOU FOR READING and and i’m sorry for the ending 😭🙏

[str1v1ng4z3r0]

Dear me,

Get your sh*t together and stop eating!!! You disgust me. You make me wanna blow my head up. You feel absolutely awful afterwards and yet you keep doing it??!!

This stops NOW!!! Starting from this second:

No more candy.

No more pastry.

No more chips or Cheetos.

No more fast food.

For the love of g*d - you were 61 kgs in the beginning of the summer and the goal was to get below 60 before the winter begun…. Now it’s one month before winter and you’ve instead gained 10kgs. I feel so ashamed and disgusting and I look like a fre*king walrus after eating a whole buffet or something. Ewwww ew ew ew!! And I can’t wear any of my new cute skinny clothes 😭🤯 I hate myself so much for letting myself go this much. Whyyyyyy!?!?! How did I let this happen??!! Stupid stupid girl 😓🤦🏻‍♀️ It’s gonna take soooo long to get back to where I was and next week my bf and I are invited to a dinner ceremony at the castle and everyone will see me and shudder with disgust 🤢 I guess it will be good in one way: I will get even more eager to st4rve myself both before and after.

[waynes-multiverse]

What can I say? I was in a Priestley kinda mood today 💙😏

I still haven't written for this character, although I love this dude with my whole heart. Someone should send me a prompt lol 😂

But God, this story gave me everything I wanted and more. I had all the feels! 🥹💙💙💙

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He's such a sweet dork! How could anyone not love him? 😭

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

Lol honestly, if it's a gift you like and it doesn't hurt you too much, keep it. Full disclosure: my husband once received a fluffy pillow from an ex and it's my absolute favorite. I sleep on it every night and don't give a shit 😂

What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

Omg like Emily when she wanted to get back together with Ross! Where's Gunther? Maybe he wants to buy everything 🤣

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

DECEASED 🤣🤣🤣 (Zep, don't make me quote this whole damn fic...)

And ugh, oh God, I hate situations like forgetting your wallet and then you stand there like an idiot and can't pay 🙈 But it was so sweet of him to offer it to her for free, although poor Priestley probably doesn't earn enough either to do charity like this so easily 🫶

If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

Yes, my boy, that's 'cause your a superb human being 💙

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

Awww, he can relate after Tish. I honestly hated that he changed at the end of the movie. Like, whyyyyyy????? Tish would've liked him like he was, too?! What kinda message were they tryna send here? 🙈

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.” If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

Now I've died twice during one fic – noice 🤣🤣🤣 Also, I can relate with reader here. We've all been there and asked ourselves this very question 😂

And his response was GOLD 😆🫶

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded.

I honestly would love to meet Mr. & Mrs. Priestley and ask them tons of questions about how they raised such an awesome son 💙 Ooooo fic idea! Tell me how reader met his parents??? 🤓

And now, the angst in between was delicious. I also didn't expect it. I thought for sure she'd be back the next day. I really felt for his suffering there 😅 (Especially with Tish watching... 🙄 And while does she still work there? I do imagine it was Ross/Rachel post-break up vibes in the sandwich shop lol)

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely. You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back.

Hahaha it's like the Friends too 😂

Aww, the ending was too sweet 🥹🥰 I love how shy they were around each other and that she essentially told him he should ask her out 😆

I'd honestly love to read more about these two! I adored this ❤️❤️❤️

The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.” 

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail. 

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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[cheeseburglary]

wow i forgot that instead of telling things to the poor poor people who happen to know me in real life i can just dump it here where only 1 person who knows me in real life might see it

fucking HATEEEEE being Into people . hate that it activates something in my brain that makes me crazy obsessed like can we please act like ADULTS HERE . ENOUGH with the weird emotionally manipulative trauma bonding fantasies . STOP texting this person 150000 fucking things all the time you are going to SCARE THEM OFF . WHYYYYYY are they so different over text than in person . is this my punishment . being on the receiving end of someone who texts like i do 😭😭😭😭 . i just want to be Held . and also fuck them until they cry . but i’m too shy to ask if they’ll bottom for me . UGH ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[animelover20]

Well my ass is back again to bother you,ANYWAYS whats a op ship that you dislike?

For me: asl brothers with red hair girls, luffy x hancock, robin x zoro and robin x law

/👽YOUR ALIEN ANON

Hellooo 👽 anon back for more trivia and triumph?

I do mostly agree however Robin X law isn't so bad(there's way worse) although I don't necessarily ship it,the thought of the two of them geeking out and infodumping to the other is very cute🫴❤️

Robin x Zoro is a bit ehh,like there's worse but there's definitely way better.

Luffy X Hancock is sorta uncannon because Luffy doesn't like anyone but it's also sorta canon in a way. (Hopefully this makes sense I am caffeinated as fuck)

But overall an op ship I fuckin hate with a burning passion is people who ship perona and mihawk.. LIKE WHY?! whyyyyyy😭 I sorta get it but at the same time I've always seen them as more father/daughter so😖

[roobylavender]

I remember watching dil lagi as a kid for the first time and I really did loved the drama- scratch that, I ENJOYED every second of it. Until humayun's character slapped her :/ OMFGGG WHYYYYYY LITERALLY JUST WHY

why the FUCK do the makers love slapping their heroines so much. You bitches love hitting women so bad I genuinely hope every single one of you die. This is the same problem I had with o rangreza. I actually gasped so hard when q*sim slapped sassi. Cuz that was genuinely so shocking to me it felt so out of character omgggg I could rant about this all day. And then the makers try to redeem him by burning his hand 💀 11 year old me was not having it. I hate pakistani dramas with a passion with the exception of dastaan (tho hassan can, like, go away)

the thing that irritates me about it is that the slap concept is built into a lot of dramas as an inherent arbitrary thing that simply happens in a marriage (to the point that one of the biggest dramas this year engaged in it.. before the marriage even..) but dil lagi actively tried to like. make some sort of warped commentary about it and how mohid had to slap anmol so she would shut up and not defame her own character but also it was bad bc by slapping her he was defaming her character anyway and he should've known better than to do that but also she shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and assumed he was defaming her character which subsequently necessitated her yelling about how he was purportedly defaming her character and led to the slap.. like it was so abominably dumb and unnecessary, even moreso because it was placed at the literal tail end of the drama to create the most useless conflict ever. the entire appeal of the drama and the romance was in the fact that mohid was as placid as a lake and willing to be battered by every ounce of anmol's hatred until she came to realize on her own terms how much he cared about her, and instead that moment completely ruined it and any romantic momentum the drama originally had going for it. in one sense ig it wasn't unsurprising for a faiza iftikhar script bc while she does have a tendency to promote progressive depictions of love every once in a while the traditional religio-cultural practices do jump out. but it was such a shame and really tamped down everything else i had loved about the drama prior

also omg the fact that you were only 11 when o rangreza was airing you were a baaaaaby 😭 i really loved the commentary on sassi's relationship with her father but the sassi and qasim relationship's execution overall was very odd to digest and that slap is definitely a part of it. in general it's sad how few dramas there are that condemn that kind of abuse, even if it only comes down to one instance of it, unequivocally. i think there are dramas that have condemned consistent abuse (kankar, khaas, both of which are ironically sanam baloch dramas) but i've yet to see a drama where even a single slap is rightfully viewed for the horrific thing it is. interestingly dil lagi tried to view it as horrific but there were so many qualifiers to the situation that the alleged condemnation of the slap didn't have much weight to it (and who knows, maybe it would've had more weight if this was a storyline they'd pursued in the middle of the show rather than the end of it. though obv more than anything i would've preferred the drama to have no slap at all bc it wasn't necessary to their relationship in any logical sense). i'd really like to see a drama where a girl puts her foot down for good even if it only happens once

[rainstorm-clouds]

Shadow and bone. My reactions to reading.

First line on the girl- "the girl was different and she knew it"- I cant- 💀💀😭😭

Ahahah- they're talking about Bayonets  😌😌 do you know what that is- i hope not- but i do 😌 a long knife with a slight  hook, attached to the edge of a rifle to gouge out a victim at close ranges guts and intestines- commonly used in world war 1.   😌 i know they dont give that much information on google.

Damn- you never told me the story was in first person!- 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this makes me want to drop it all together-

Ummm... "Mal suddenly seemed to realise that he had his arms around me. He let go and hastily stepped back. I brushed tSairlen he dust from my coat hoping he wouldn't  notice the flush on my cheeks" Excuse me?? 🤨🤨🤨

"Eva, another assistant, she had pretty green eyes that did little to distract from her pig-like nose"- damn Alina- 💀💀

Whats the chances of Mal and Alina become enemies that hate eachother. I feel like something is going to happen and Mal will shut her out.

I like Alexei but damn- he is so suspicious- 💀💀 great friend but i wouldn't tell him anything important.

...are they sailing boats.... through sand...?? The unsea...

The volcras remind me of the bats in the upside down.

...what?? 💀 is Alexei dead- ehhh- i will believe he will come back.

Why is Alina being compared to the sun so much- 💀💀 Yeah- we know- 'shes just a ray of sunshine💕💕' whyyyyyy???💀💀

I dont like mal at all- Omg- hes dying now 🤩🤩

Big blast of light- damn- which pretty lesbian grisha saved her 🤩🤩- shippp

Why are they avoiding her like the plague- Wait- was that her powers?? The light? No pretty lesbian ☹☹

I hope her powers are gone- 😤😤 shes better without them

Shes meeting the darkling- i dont like them- i swear if hes a love interest-

Mals alive... 😐😐

The darkling is acting like a love interest...

Hes riding a horse with her 😭😭😭 noooooooo! We've already lost- 😭😭

I was right tho- 😌😌 it was her- the light- she is a sun summoner.

Wait- so something created the shadow fold?? I bet it was the darkling- like- who else could it be-

Ohhh- it was his great great great etc... grandfather who created the shadow fold- so he must have something to do with it

Omg- i just looked at the cover- its a stag- just like james potter. 😢😢 the only time animals have been mentioned is to kill them to make yourself more powerfull- is Alina going to kill a stag- shes gonna be a killer- 😢😢

I loge genya 🤩🤩🤩 Genya x Alina🤩🤩 Shippp Genna Aliya Amazing 😌💕😌💕

😫😫😫 Genya has a crush on David! Whyyyyyyyyyyy??? Aaaagagaiiaiaiiiiiiifgiigggighghghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She gonna spar with nadia and the other girl- im not reading any more- im 120 pages in and its really boring-