#literally stll in bed

[daddyn3xus]

The need to dump all my dirty thoughts into your askbox but also not wanting to be overwhelming or annoying are warring in my head rn raaaaa /lh

-🌙

Baby, you absolutely should do that

[shesmyscar]

[iamvegorott]

I HAVE COME WITH THE ANGST! I have to sleep soon after I send this so when im active again I will send fluff because you all deserve it!

Dark and Anti were both in Dark's office, finishing off their last conversation before Dark heads off. "Trust me Bittersweet, I'll be back by the dead of night with the mission finished." Anti sighed again but smiled for his lover. "Just keep your fancy ass safe alright? Me and Virus can't just cuddle each other all night." Virus adjusted their position on the glitch's lap and continues to purr while Dark smiled. "Of course, I must leave soon." Dark stood up and adjust his suit, ready to vanish with a puff of smoke at any moment. Anti stood up as well and kissed Dark. "Don't be late." Dark smirked. "I won't Darling." And with that, Dark disappears with the smoke in the air of where he stood. Anti only hopes he wouldn't be late, as for Virus. They only wished to be with both of their dads tonight.

That day turned to midnight and Dark wasn't back. Anti paced the room waiting, and waiting and waiting. But he never returned. Virus watched as the stress from Anti covered his posture and expression, leading the kitten to rub themself onto him. Seeing him calm down caused Virus to meow in delight and continued to purr until he sat on the bed, kitten on his lap. Virus stopped when the door opened and revealed Wilford checking in, the little feline couldn't understand what they were saying but the pink man seemed to be stress as well, but more.. sad? After a word or more from him Anti flinched up and caused Virus to leap off his lap. They faced Anti only to see his face with disbelief, what was wrong? Why was their owner so saddened and in disbelief? The poor kitten was clueless and frightened as Anti jumped up and screamed at Wilford. The mad man looked down looking saddened while Anti fell to his knees and cried, Virus felt terribly worried. They though they calmed him down, what had Wilford said to make their owner so sad? Virus meowed repeatedly as Wilford kneeled down and hugged him, Virus being so confused and worried as they tried to purr onto a sobbing Antisepticeye.

The next few days Anti never left the big bed, while Virus wouldn't mind the amounts of various cuddles Dark stll hasn't returned. If Virus could talk they would repeatedly try to ask where he was but that was only a thought. As the days pass by Virus saw Anti moving places, going to the kitchen, walking past the living room and talking to the others. Virus was happy but also confused yet again as they saw Anti sitting on Dark's desk chair every night. Virus would always jump onto his lap and purr while Anti gently pets them while holding a tie. Virus was familiar with the tie, it was Dark's after he left. But why did Virus smell the scent of dried oil and blood? Virus meowed and pawed the tie while Anti teared up and only hugged the kitten.

"I'm sorry V.. Dark isn't coming home tonight.."

With Virus still not understanding his words, they still sit on Dark's desk chair every night and wait for him to return...

Oh my God, I'm literally crying!

Like, I'm tearing up

AAAAHHHH

[markets]

Hii insane time... recently ive been having such a big procrastination problem where i literally know for a fact i will be 100% happier and more fulfilled if i just am productive and the work i need to do isnt even that bad i just cannot stop lying in bed doing nothing scrolling through whatever

Alsso I am the same anon who asked for your workout routine literlly like 2 months ago and you so kindly gave it to me and i have not done a single thing...:.

ITS OK ANON its hard to start that sort of thing i had the workout routine sittiing in my notes app for longer than youve had it before i started like actually doing it and even then i go through periods of time where i just like dont!!! as for this my most insane song for you is my bodys made of crushed little stars by mitski whenever i feel like that i just put on that song and sstart sshaking if you want to be a little normaller room temperature by faye webster is like adjacent to that id say like this feelings mellower third cousin and soundss very nice GOOD LUCK ANON the same thing happens to me all the time and it fucking sucks i stll havent found a solution to it but i think i will some day and so will you!!!! <-not the most reassuring thiing i recognize that but its the truth we are in thiss together at least

[writingsfromhome]

A June Love Story: Epilogue

Part 1 / Part 2

June. Present.

My bladder presses on me as I watch the lift move like a snail to the 17th floor.

“Come on, hurry,” I mutter, moving from foot to foot.

I don’t even wait for the doors to fully open before I squeeze past, open the door to my flat and rush to the toilet. The relief is immediate, my mind clearing of the fog it got in when I had to go really urgently. I couldn’t wait to regain control of my bladder again, and not have to pee every half hour!

When I step out into the hall, my boyfriend stands on the opposite end with his hands raised asking what was going on. He must have closed the door behind me.

“Sorry,” I blush. I imagine I looked like a tornado rushing in and locking myself away. “Baby’s fighting my body these days trying to get out.”

He walks over slowly, his eyes on my big bump. When he reaches me, his large hands wrap around the sides and finally, his eyes meet mine. I remember the first time I looked into those green eyes, I couldn’t have guessed the rollercoaster the last seven years would’ve been.

“Due date’s next week,” he licks his lip, sometimes it seemed like he was more nervous than I. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Him?” I cross my arms on my chest. “When did we decide it was a him?”

“Well Jack put his bets on a girl so naturally I had to put them on a boy and-“

“Are you guys putting bets on unborn children again?” I scold him. Jess and I had already forbade them from doing it after she told me they’d done it for Lucas and April.

“Babe,” his hands move from the bump to behind me, wrapping them securely around my waist even though the bump meant I was still a foot away from him. “Harry Styles Jr. is going to be the most beautiful boy the world’s ever seen, and we’ll be £250 richer.”

“Harry,” I hold his face in my hands. “Stop placing bets on our baby! It’s not like you even bloody need the money!”

“I know! I know.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “It’s not about the money though, it’s about winning against Jack.”

I close my eyes, I didn’t have the time for Harry and Jack’s games. If the last few years taught me anything, it was that I couldn’t hold onto every disagreement. “Just help me to the couch, I’m exhausted from standing here arguing about this.”

“As you wish,” Harry guides me down the hall to the living room with its amazing view of London below. It was almost a year since I moved in but the view never got old. I stretch my legs out and Harry picks them up to sit under. He stretches his arm along the back of the sofa and picks up the remote.

“Did you want me to put anything on while I start on dinner?”

“Wow that sounds nice. I would’ve gotten pregnant a lot earlier if I knew I would get this sort of treatment,” I tease. Harry raises his eyebrows, caught off guard by my joke and I lean forward to whisper, “Hey love, have I just made you...speechless?”

“You did not,” Harry finally speaks. “You can’t use my own line on me like that!”

“And you expect me to follow your rules?” I ask, pretend shocked.

“Obviously,” Harry lays my legs back on the cushion and crouches over me. “I’ll make you regret disobeying my rules.”

“I’m carrying your baby,” I use the only line that he’s unable to find a comeback for ever since my bump went from cute to enormous.

“Not for long,” he whispers, a devilish grin on his face. He leans down the rest of the way and kisses me so I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, wanting him all over me but he stays cautious as usual.

“The baby,” he takes his hands off of me and moves away nervously. I don’t know why he thought kissing me could crush the baby or something.

“The baby is okay! Come back and kiss me!”

Harry shakes his head, “Not taking any chances.” I sigh as he leaves me unsatisfied with a kiss on my cheek but as he walks to the kitchen he spins around, “As soon as I can though, I’ll knock you up all over again. don’t worry love.”

I tip my head back and laugh, I can’t help it. Harry’s mind was a thing of it’s own: one second it was serious and contemplative, the next it was tender and thoughtful, and the next just downright dirty. I could hardly keep up.

But later, as we tuck into dinner, I have to stop and admire him for a moment. We had a dinner many years ago when Harry had refused to come back to my place. That felt like so long ago, so did all the years I wasted with Nate, the years he was in his own wrong relationship with Alyssa. The years we spent not talking—I regret those the most.

But a miracle happened last summer, while I did my Great American Friend Tour, Harry was in LA at the same time as me. We’d met up the night before I was meant to go home and something about finding each other so many thousands of miles away just erased so much baggage we were carrying along with us. The trip I’d taken had cleared my mind too, making me realise I had to go for what I wanted. We decided then life was too short and if fate brought us together in LA like that, we owed it to ourselves to go on a proper date. To finish the love story that started seven years ago in June.

I hadn’t flown back home the next morning like I was supposed to. Instead, I finished his tour with him in August and we came back home together. He proposed to me one morning while we had breakfast. A simple ring with a simple question. And even though we were technically dating for only two months, the amount of history we had was worth decades. We were married a month later, rushed only because I’d found out I was pregnant. The joy on Harry’s face when I’d told him was brighter than anything; his stage personality a dim spark compared to it.

I didn’t know why it took so long for us to find each other and settle, Jack says we were under a six year curse but I think life got messy sometimes and we slipped and got caught up in it all. At the end of the day, literally, I came home to a man who loved me and who I loved so much.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry asks, interrupting my internal monologue.

“Can a wife not admire her husband?” I ask.

“Not when he’s shoving chicken parm into his face like I am,” Harry shoves another bite into his mouth which makes me laugh and sets him off choking.

“You’ve proven your point,” I push some water towards him. “Nothing to admire, just a man choking on his chicken parm.”

As he downs his water and tries to say something only to choke again, I secretly take it back. I could stll admire him, goofiness and all.

I help him clear his airways and he teases me about what I’d said. I tease him back and thus begins our evening banter, ended only as we settle in for bed.

“I don’t know if you know,” Harry says seriously, as we lay facing each other in bed. “But I love you infinity times 6.”

“Only 6?” I ask, knowing where this was going.

“For each year I couldn’t tell you how much I loved you.”

“And now?” I ask, snuggling under my covers as sleep blankets me and Harry’s hand weighs comfortably on my side.

“I get to show you everyday.” Harry whispers.

I feel him kiss my forehead and whisper I love you just as I finally drift off to sleep, warm, happy, and blissfully complete. Our love story may have started out rocky, but we turned out okay in the end.

[madebycoffee]

so:

they made it so u can put literally anything else under a bunk bed because ig these geniuses didn’t think that should be the defualt??

a likes and dislikes system that should have been there since launch lmao. 

finally some new base game hair swatches after 7 gd years of having 18 swatches but maybe 14 of them useable. WOW.

annnnd no mention of fixing mirrors so im going to assume they stll fcked.

[uniewaznic]

all the texts uwu

                          𝑺𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟷𝟺 𝙰𝙼 ] i don’t think i can do it tomorrow.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟷𝟻 𝙰𝙼 ] lydia, i really don’t think i can do it. i can’t, it’s too much, it’s too soon, i shouldn’t even be graduating. i shouldn’t be there tomorrow.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟷𝟼 𝙰𝙼 ] i’m not ready. i can’t do it. i really can’t do it. i’m skipping. i’m absolutely skipping. [ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟷𝟼 𝙰𝙼 ] i can’t i can’t i can’t i don’t want to we can’t leave yet lydia they still need us they’ll still need us i can’t

                          𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑲𝒀 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟸 𝙿𝙼 ] someone should tell that hot redhead over at the bar that she’s way too beautiful to be single.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟻 𝙿𝙼 ] i just saw you look at your phone. don’t ignore me, that was good. google even said it was guaranteed to work. 

                          𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑹𝒀 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟺:𝟹𝟸 𝙿𝙼 ] why didn’t you fucking tell me?[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟺:𝟹𝟸 𝙿𝙼 ] i could have come out to see you. [ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟺:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] i shouldn’t have to hear from my dad that my girlfriend was in the hospital. why did he know before me?[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟺:𝟹𝟻 𝙿𝙼 ] i already have a flight. i can’t believe you didn’t tell me.

                          𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟸𝟼 𝙿𝙼 ] guess what[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟸𝟼 𝙿𝙼 ] guess what[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟸𝟼 𝙿𝙼 ] guess what[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟸𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ] that’s right, i’m going to see you in less than 24 hours.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟸𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ] i’ll be the one screaming your name at arrivals tomorrow morning.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟸𝟾 𝙿𝙼 ] prepare yourself for an oscar worthy reunion kiss, lydia martin.

                          𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟹:𝟸𝟺 𝙰𝙼 ] lydia ansr th phn answr it[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟹:𝟸𝟼 𝙰𝙼 ] i jus wan hear ur voice pleas lydia i just wan hear u i miss u i dont evn cre if u yell at me u shoikld yell at me i just want u[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟹:𝟸𝟿 𝙰𝙼 ] please lydia i love u i shojd hav not left i miss u please

                          𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] i wanted to kiss you tonight[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] god i wanted to kiss you so bad i thought maybe i could do it i could kiss you[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] just once. i thought maybe you’d let me. just this once. maybe we could try something and it would be good we could be so good[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] i love you lydia i love you so much i forget that i hate myself i forget that i’m not myself i just love you i love you i love y

                          𝑫𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑲 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷:𝟻𝟺 𝙰𝙼 ] did yuo gt my vicoemil? did uou get it? lol[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷:𝟻𝟼 𝙰𝙼 ] lydia i miss yu[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷:𝟻𝟿 𝙰𝙼 ] i cnt believe we’re gona gt marired lik you stil like me ad we’re gonna get maried[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟶𝟷 𝙰𝙼 ] oh no scott is comng i got go i stle my phon back lol [ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟸:𝟶𝟸 𝙰𝙼 ] i wana sex u right now

                          𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟸 𝙿𝙼 ] just finished looking over your admissions essay for mit.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟹 𝙿𝙼 ] it’s so good, lydia. it’s amazing. [ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟻 𝙿𝙼 ] i’m not trying to be dramatic, but this is some of your best work. if they don’t accept you based on this essay alone, i’m going to arrest them. a citizens arrest. because of their idiocy. arrested for stupidity. that should definitely never be a thing because liam would be in jail a lot.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟼 𝙿𝙼 ] but i’m serious, i read it four times. i’m about to read it again. this is so good.

                          𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟿:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] i’m on my way home and i still can’t get that picture you sent earlier out of my head.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟿:𝟹𝟻 𝙿𝙼 ] i had to take a long lunch for that.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟿:𝟹𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ] are you still wearing it? tell me you’re still wearing it. i want you to keep wearing it. i’ll be home in 10.

                          𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟶 𝙰𝙼 ] lydia if you don’t get out here in five minutes…[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟷 𝙰𝙼 ] it’s been way longer than necessary![ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟹 𝙰𝙼 ] how long does it take to get ready for a stakeout????[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟻 𝙰𝙼 ] guess stiles has to break something today! i’m climbing the drainpipe since you’re not out yet.

                          𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟹:𝟶𝟸 𝙰𝙼 ] i cn hear him i cn stil hear him lydia he’s still in hre wih me i cn hear him he’s sill hre i want him ot plese please get him ut lydia i ca’t brethe in here i cn’t brate it’s too mch lydia i wnt im ot i need to beathe he’s stll me he’s still m he’s sll me i cnt brete

                          𝑽𝑨𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟺:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] it’s in the drawer on my side of the bed.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟺:𝟹𝟺 𝙿𝙼 ] it takes up like the entire drawer, you literally can’t miss it.

                          𝑬��𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟻:𝟺𝟽 𝙰𝙼 ] left your breakfast in the microwave. should just need a minute or two.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟻:𝟺𝟾 𝙰𝙼 ] you’re going to crush it today. you always do. you’re the best math genius ever, you are absolutely going to get this grant.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟻:𝟺𝟾 𝙰𝙼 ] i love you so much. 

                          𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻!

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟾 𝙰𝙼 ] can’t sleep.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟾 𝙰𝙼 ] you up?[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟾 𝙰𝙼 ] want to go to the diner? i’ll pick you up.

☇ 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒. // @lydstm​

[ccborrega]

Do you have some headcanons about Egon and Janine before and after they have Jillian? (in the good ending au)

*cracks knuckles* YES. I’m still blurry in a lot of stuff, but here’s some of what I’ve got (LONG AF so under the cut) :

I’m following moooore or less the timeline with Real Ghostbusters/Extreme Ghostbusters but trying to cram the NOW comics in there too (Because some of the stuff there is just GOLDEN) with a dash of what Annie Potts said in this one interview ‘cause she’s like the #1 Janine/Egon fan. 

So, during RGB they never are, like…officially? Dating, mostly because Egon is in denial about them being a thing. But they TOTALLY ARE. They have their break-ups, mostly because of how he often is too caught up in what he’s doing to pay any (And I mean this in the most literal way possible) ANY attention to her and because he seemingly can’t make up his mind on whether he wants to be with her or not. But yeah, when they’re together they do go out on dates and kiss a bit (Never in public because Egon just ain’t comfortable with that and Janine respects it) and prooobably spend nights in Janine’s apartment watching films and talking and cuddling and whatnot.

I have hc regarding the sexual facet of their relationship and it’s progressions but that’s for another post nuff be said here that they probably do fool around sometimes but it’s not really a thing they like to do often because neither of them is crazy about it and most of the time they’re happy with just watching movies and talking about what they’re reading and just having cute ace dating.

Rather than bussiness ending for the Ghostbusters completely as stated in Extreme Ghostbusters, it just kind of dimmed down? So the guys start going out to look for other jobs to keep the place going (Though they evetually become their actual jobs…nothing quite as depressing as what we see them do in Extreme Ghostbusters, don’t worry) and Egon goes back to teaching in College and spending the rest of the time in the firehouse doing his thang and being too concerned with figuring out ways to save the place ‘cause of the containment unit and whatnot so he falls once again in the routine of not paying any attention to Janine. 

She’s VERY patient with it this time because she’s not stupid, she KNOWS this is important, not only to him but the city and maybe even the world. I mean, Stay Puft and Samhain and God knows what else are trapped in there. If the Contaiment Unit was shut down and they escaped, there is a very real possibility that the entire world is screwed. So yeah, it gets on her nerves but she understands.

She stll goes to the firehouse as the secretary/accountant/whatever is needed for a while but eventually, she starts going out to look for another job (’cause a bussiness that makes no money can’t pay their employees) and she consequently starts spending less and less time in the firehouse and trying to get Egon to spend time with her. THAT’S when Egon just kinda wakes up and realizes there’s a pretty real possibility that she leaves as well.

After much counseling on the matter with the other guys (Much facepalming on the guys’ side) he comes to the conclussion that if he doesn’t want her to leave, he HAS to do something. So he fricken FINALLY makes a move. They get together officially and Peter throws a party with a huge sign that reads ‘FINALLY!!! TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, SPENGS!’

It doesn’t solve the problem that Ghostbusters as a bussiness is dying and they NEED to keep the Containment Unit running, tho. Mah gurl Janine comes up with the idea that Ray and Egon can patent their proton technology, therefore getting a good sum every once in a while for it that can go straight to keeping the Containment Unit running (And feeding Slimer) . They’re reluctant to the idea at first ‘cause they know that means it can get used for anything. From microwaves to the army, but with enough legal coming and going, they are able to make it so their technology can only be used for research purposes only and only by certain people. So, the firehouse is saved. The same can’t be said for the Ghostbusters, though. Egon eventualy leaves the firehouse and moves in with Janine, leaving the firehouse under Slimer’s care but still dropping by at least twice a week to leave him food and check on things….and maybe toy a bit with gadgets. Make that three times a week. 

Sometime later they get married. They’re already living together, sharing bills, they’re comfortable with the idea of it being that way for the rest of their lives, so why the hell not. Janine keeps her maiden name. Ray cries at the wedding. Peter tries to take one of Janine’s cousins home. Winston gives the speech.

I’m blurry as to where exactly they decided they wanted kids. Egon wasn’t exactly eager to have kids -he was nervous about what ability he would have as a parent because of…well, his own father- but he did like the idea. Janine wanted kids but she also wanted to try getting into college. Either way, Jillian is born around a year after they get married. 

Egon’s already used to sleep deprivation so he’s the one most often in night duty when it comes to tending to the baby. Janine does the best she can to keep it equal, but more often than not he’s up and already onto it when she’s barely collecting herself enough to get out of bed.

Janine took a relatively short maternity leave and then went straight back to work, arranging her schedule so that Egon would be able to stay with the baby in the afternoons and she would take care of her in the mornings. That way, at least one of them was always with her and neither had to take the baby to work unless something unexpected came up.

Janine’s better at playing with the baby. Egon tried to peek-a-boo her once and scared her.

Not spending as much time together didn’t impact their couple life as much as one would think, though? They’re both used to doing their own thing. It desn’t bother them to see each other only by the night-time or early mornings.

By the time Jillian enters elementary school, though, Janine decides to stop working and do college instead. It gives her more time with her baby too, so it’s a win-win.

A condition the dean sets her for it, though, is to keep the fact that she’s married to one of the teachers a secret, tho. It’s easy ‘cause she kept her maiden name, Egon isn’t nearly social enough for other teachers to know about his wife and they’ve instructed Jillian to never give her full name.

Egon’s a permissive dad…not exactly fun dad but tends to get indulgent. Janine is stricter, but it mostly means she knows when to stop pampering.

The three of them make and take visits from the other three Ghostbusters, but neither Egon or Janine take the thrower again until the new gen comes along.

[jfcspencer]

WHO: spencer stone & francesca hart.

WHERE: blackout dinner in las vegas.

WHEN: tuesday evening.

WHAT HAPPENED: spencer and frankie end up in a fight about spencer offering to be lanie’s sperm donor, they might have broken up?? lmao. stll unclear.

SPENCER.

spencer opened the door for frankie but shut it when he saw oliver with his wife walking in. “watch this,” he laughed and kept it close while oliver attempted to open and gave spencer a look. the older male let out a chuckle and let it go. after moments of joking around with his band mate, his last name was called and they were lead into the pitch dark room. spencer took a hold of his girlfriends hand and squeezed it lightly. “just know that i’m not going to feed you because i’m scared i’m going to poke your eye out with a fork,” he admitted to her with a small chuckle. maybe he shouldn’t be laughing about that but it was spencer, he laughed at basically everything and everything that slipped out of his lips. when they got seated in the dark, spencer had ordered his food and his beer for the night. he knew it wasn’t going to be the last one for the night. “so baby girl, are you enjoying time away from the tribe?”

FRANKIE.

Frankie walked in with her boyfriend but the adult moment of walking in was shortly over as Oliver and Serenity were walking up, laughing a little she rolle her eyes, she loved that Spencer kept his child life alive , well for the most part . Laughing as she waved to Oliver as he was finally aloud in the door “you’re such a goof” she said pushing him slightly . As they were lead into the room she held his hand until they got to their seats , it was a strange sensation being in a pitch black room “I’d appreciate you not poking my eye out , I kind of like having them both there “ she laughed . Ordering her food and most importantly her wine , reaching across and grabbing his hand to hold she signed a little “yes and no , my boobs are hating me for not being there with Blaze , and I miss them but I love being alone with you “

SPENCER.

“what? he’s ugly, he deserves it.” he laughed out while wrapping his arm around frankie and bringing her closer to him. when they were finally seated in the pitch black room, he playfully reached out and try to touch her but missed. “i’m going to send up spilling something either on me or someone else here,” he laughed lightly. he felt her hand and teased to say. “someone is touching me, i don’t know who it is,” he gasped out. “well, just don’t spray your titty milk on me,” he chuckled out. “i know, i’m really happy to spend alone time with you and able to bend you without the kids walking in or anything.”

FRANKIE.

The blonde laughed “as long as you’re not spilling on me then it’s a free for all , just don’t get to messy , I know you have a hard enough time eating with lights on “ she laughed at her boyfriend . “It’s the boogy man , he wants to take you down under with him “ she said keeping her smaller hand on his . “Listen I was worried about that last night when you were throwing me around like a fucking rag doll on that bed “ she laughed “I miss them but I don’t miss he interrupting the sex

SPENCER. 

“you know what, i’m about to order spaghetti and get it all over me now,” he laughed out, tilting his head back slightly. “oh thank god, i’ve been waiting for this.” he teased her. “i didn’t think about it, i was thinking about the way you were moaning, groaning and the way you taste,” he hummed out. “we can call them when we get back to the hotel so i can change because i’m going to need too.”

FRANKIE.

Sometimes it felt like she had three toddlers to take care of , Cordelia, Lyric and Spencer “good I’ll make sure the boogy man knows that you’re the first to go between us two” she teased . Biting her lip even know he couldn’t see her doing it , but just thought of his hands all over her again made her mind wonder to dirty places “well I’ll be sure to let you taste some more later “ she said in a soft tone “yes , please I miss their cute little faces

SPENCER.

“i’ll let him know myself,” he chuckled out. he was truly happy that he was able to make jokes like this with her. they had a similar sense of humor and she dealt with his stupidity when no one else would. “how about after we call the kids?” he asked out.

FRANKIE.

Frankie was a little shocked when the waitress came back with their food , well scared more like it she forgot that stuff was coming out , placing all the stuff out infront of them Frankie let go of Spencer’s hand started to drink her wine “yes ,call the babies , maybe possibly let you practice putting more in me , and then we can go out and party or whatever

SPENCER.

“that’s so cool they have lights on their heads to see, huh? i was gonna say let’s start doing this at home but the kids would scream once we flip the switch,” he shook his head lightly. he brought up his beer to drink it but almost choked at the mention of more babies. “you want more kids? i didn’t mean to choke, i didn’t know you wanted another chunky one so soon.”

FRANKIE.

“There wouldn’t be a peaceful meal if we ever tired to do this shit , if we’re ever somehow home alone then sure we’ll eat dinner in the dark “ she laughed . Taking a sip of her wine shaking her head “oh god no, but I’m saying I’ll let you practice putting one in me , so when we do want another , you’ll be ready to go” she laughed “plus you’re trying to put another in someone else “

SPENCER.

“we never have a peaceful meal in the houses. someone is having a fit or tossing food on the floor or at the wall,” he shook his head a bit. it was a interesting time when they had dinner at either his place or hers. “hey now, i got it on the first few try’s but i don’t mind more practicing later tonight. i just winked but you can’t see it.” he laughed lightly. he coughed lightly. “well, i mean.. if she wanted to then i wouldn’t say no to lanie.”

FRANKIE.

“I’ve given up on trying to have a dinner until the girls are older and aren’t trying to make messes constantly , but the. Blaze is his fathers son so I’m sure he’ll be trying to same things on me too” she laughed . Frankie looked ar him not that he could see but set her glass down if looks could kill or he could see her , he’d see the death glare coming from her blue eyes “wait are you serious ?” She asked tone changing a bit “I know you guys talked about it on twitter but you don’t think it’d be a real conversation to have with me ?”

SPENCER.

“i would say until they’re like five or something so like next year should be the year of normal-ish family dinners.” he laughed but knew it wasn’t going to happen with blaze. maybe what he said was bad idea but he was speaking his truth. he shrugged his shoulders, thanking it was pitch black and she could see it. “i mean, of course we could talk about it but im just saying if she wanted to have a baby that fully biological to lyric then why should i say no? i mean i think it’s pretty fucking rad. so yeah, i’m serious.”

FRANKIE.

“For a little bit until blaze starter eating grown up food and sitting at the table and then it repeats all over again but it was worth it , if the kids were happy she was happy . “Ok so would you be in the babys life , I’m just shocked you were willing to agree to this without talking to me , or thinking how I’d feel”

SPENCER. 

spencer sighed out, he wanted to look at frankie but all he saw was darkness. literally. he loved her with everything he had in him, he never shared that type of love with lanie. it was purely physical and what they got out of it was a daughter. he saw what a wonderful mother she became when her time was ready, she did it perfectly. he was truly happy for lanie and he wanted nothing more to just help out. “i mean, i guess so but i’m not a hundred percent sure that i would be anyways because i’m just offering sperm, i’m not offering to be a parent with her. it’s a difference, ya know? besides frankie, lanie and i haven’t discussed this since it was on twitter.” he told her truthfully. they talked at the welcoming party but it was so that spencer could get her beer since she looked young. “look, i’m sorry that i didn’t talk to you about it or how you feel but i didn’t want to bring it up unless it was something lanie wanted.”

FRANKIE.

Frankie didn't want to fight with him but it's been on her mind heavy and then it kept getting brought up so she felt like she was at a stand still and all though she didn't really get a say in anything it still felt stetchy having the man she loved more than life it's self out here offering even just his sperm to someone he used to hook up with . " but are you really going to want a kid that has half your dna running around and not be a parent to it? thats what i'm getting at is that if you decided to do that and be the parent it feels like a conversation that should have been had with me, your girlfriend" she said " we don;t live together but you stay at mine enough and i stay at yours enough it's close enough to living togethe" she said

SPENCER.

the last thing spencer wanted to do was fight with frankie about this because in his eyes, he didn't see anything wrong with it. there were still some stuff that needed to be worked out but this was something that might happen. it wasn't set in stone just yet and he had yet to talk to lanie about what she wanted to do. "like i said, we haven't even talked about it. you're not my wife, frankie, jesus. there is a huge possibility that this shit ain't even going to happen in the first place." he sighed out, running his fingers through his hair.

FRANKIE.

Frankie put her fork down and shook her head , all her movements were useless since he couldn’t see her but that wasn’t going to stop her from doing anything . “Oh?” She said tone changing even more than before “how about not having a girlfriend either “ she said standing up not even caring she couldn’t see she was gonna feel her way out that place and out the restaurant

SPENCER.

spencer let out a sigh and called over a waiter. “my girlfriend or ex, whatever we are is trying to leave. can you please help her out before she bumps into something. thanks mate.” spencer rubbed his temples and sat there.

FRANKIE. 

Frankie finally made it outside of the restaurant and took a seat on one of the benches . Made it was a little dramatic , and she knew she wasn’t his wife but she’s done eveything for him and loves him like his wife so why be dickhead about it . “Fucking Spencer “ she huffed to herself now regretting not brining her jacket because it was a little colder

[somedaypast-thesunset]

i was ready for bed and heard the call of weed again - or what i hoped would be weed but instead was 10$ which is probably honestly for the best in the long run. i probably honestly need 10$ more than i needed weed - and they stll smoked me a few joints anyways. 

but it was good to speak to other people. to regain a sense of my surroundings that is not the little bubble of the 5 streets that seperate my house from his. because ive lived in that very protective bubble for atleast several weeks and although its protective, its not a bubble thats for me. i am just like hitching a ride on someone elses bubble and neglecting my real life because it sucks. and its hard. 

it 3am. and i want to like pretend im going to make some fucking plans for tomorrow an do things but i dont know if i will. i know that this is a very weird way to be living right now and i have to excessively apologize for fucking living in a squat house at this point. it doesnt have to be thiissssss bad. this is stupid. but i dont have the energy to make it any better right this second so im just kind of thinking about it - which is super typical for my life. that describes my entire being. 

the way i would describe this week has been like an rpg video game but like.. in a metaphysical world. like i existed in this world while also in another world of my mental being and continually battling shit that was just .. really stupid and unnecessary. this was like a frustrating shittly made rpg. and the first couple of levels are painfully hard where like its just grinding and grinding to be able to do anything. and then once you get to thing you grinded so hard for its lik the most impossible glitched bugged out boss but you already put 80 hours of your life into it so youre going to find that 1 in a million fucking way to beat the boss that for som reason in itself has like  17 side quests you have to complete before you even touch the guy. 

and its like the people aroud me are shitty people watchng a stream of this video game but all they see is my webcam. they dont see the actual game. they just assume what the fuck im doing or how im doing it or if its hard or not and give me vague advice that kind of rings true to the situation but they have no idea whats actually going on anyways. and like everyone in awhile you get this shitty comment about how you suck or you’re a failure and its like you dont even know what the fuck is happening on the other side here right now because im doing pretty well for the circumstances at hand. 

i dont know if im even at the final boss i think im on the 17 side quests. and like i dont have fucking time for this but i also dont not have time for this because its life or death inside of my head right now. you cant walk away from that its very serious and im stuck inside my head. 

being around other people helped. but like i wouldnt have been able to go out and meet these people for a random thing. i wouldnt. but the way it was set up - and that in itself felt like a fucking side quest to make it happen; i felt comfortable and could sit and just observe a conversation and just participate when i felt like it. i didnt sit and moan about my life at all. i was more than capable of having a normal conversation about totally neutral topics and common interests. most of the time i just listened but listening made me feel acknowledged. lke i also existed because this person was telling me someting and to them in that moment i was important because they wanted to tell me this thing. 

because they wer emore acquaintances than true friends i “knew”, i was also able to regain reality by seeing their own display of personal greivances. if i shared mine, they would have been worse. and times in my head i couldnt help but think you know you guys are actually kind of lucky. these things could all be a lot worse. you have a lot going for your life. but this is life. and they have their own set of problems which weigh heavy on them enough to need to air their issues to people they dont actually know very well. and that says something, regardless. they also feel a sense of desperation in expressing something that maybe theyre not even expressing to other people. 

i didnt take that chance with them for myself though. i was very subtle - or i perceived myself being subtle when talking about the issues ive had lately. im also really confused by these issues - the side quests. because i know these are side effects of the drugs and im panicking about very odd things that dont need such a sense of panic but its bringing to the surface the idea of these problems existing at all. like focusing on not having family. i havent had family for awhile. this is not the most pressing issue but it was killing me for hours on end. and like - this takes up way too fucking much of my day. to be sooo panicked about something you cant even do shit about is exhausting. and then like i project these feelings on to him because i want to share something with him - like i dont even know if i want to share a life with him because im crazy and this is crazy and everything is fucked. but i want something with him and being crazy and too fucked to work / find a job is standing in my way. i have nothing to prove im a functioning human. and im barely a functioning human, honestly. like it is very surprising i am 27 now. thats fucked. 

regardless if i do something or not, things are going to change dramatically in my life in the next several weeks. because i am very sure i am going to be evicted. and i probably very much deserve to be evicted. i owe atleast 3000$ point blank in my life with all my debts, which it could be more - and i have no job and ive spent weeks trying to “get better”. thats terrible. i absolutely deserve to be evicted. i am already homeless and i live like a homeless person squatting in a random apartment i got lucky to find. like this is fucking nuts the way im living right now. and people are witnessing it. they literally have witnessed this and thats pretty embarassing. 

again in my head im like oh yeah im going to get up tomorrow and just go out and look for work. but i havent showered in three days. or eaten anything substantial - out of catatonic fatigue and general lack of care - and ive pretty much allowed the cats to piss on everything i own so i have no clean clothes or underwear. i just let everything around me go to complete shit 

and its funny because i naturally wanted to solve my issues with weed. like a fucking power up to get through the worst of it and i went through fucking everything and everyone to do it. with no fucking money. i made money and still got weed. thats how fucking well i did that. 

and yet.. here i am. this is ... like im the weirdest craziest person to be around. i really think i have to be like pretty up there in craziness. like the perception people must have of me ... if its even a ‘perception’ since its probably the reality but im like .. crazy bitch over here. i cant even imagine knowing me. i cannot even put myself outside of myself and imagine knowing me as a person. i would be a super frustating person to witness in life. i am really .. i dont know. ive existed on fucking nothing. like how did i even do that. why would he even be around me for this long outside of his own craziness. like why the fuck would you even love me. its not even a self pity thing im generally like ... appreciative that i am being loved but wow why would you. i really offer... being a nice person. thats what i got in life. i am a nice person who is creative and like fairly well read & intelligent with an assortment of domestic skills none of which are really top notch but they get you through. other than that i got nothing. i got debt. i got shitty cats that even im like these are probably our last days together. i have good looks which is probably why im honestly getting by in life and have gotten by so far. and that honestly is not even something to gloat on because its not like im super fucking hot. im just a good looking person. like slightly above average. i have a pretty nice body as well but i dont keep in shape in anyway and am frequently malnutritoned. ive also completely scarred probably 70% of my body which is very obviously done by me. so thats always fun when youre about to fuck someone for the first time. and i mean.. im not even that into sex. ive been called a tease more than once because i allowed my good looks to give me what people were offering me when i knew it was because of my looks. i wanted something, but i wasnt interested in them. 

i have no formal education and dropped out in early highschool - like very early. i dont drive. i dont have a car ad defiinitely could not afford one. i dont even have a bike. i cant afford public transit most of the time. im a nice person, you know. i’m caring, sometimes to a fault. i have potential to give a very serious kind of love to the right people. but thats it. thats what i have to offer a person in a relationship with me. thats what i have to offer in a life with me. i mean, i dont even have real interests. i watch documentaries. thats honest to god my biggest interest and has been for months. its like a fucking hobby in some ways. i watch guys playing video games on youtube - a lot. i dont even play video games. i honestly dont know why im fucking watching it. this is totally unnecessary and ive done it openly and just fallen asleep peacefully. why? thats so weird. thats such a weird thing to do. i smoke, alot. i smoke a ton of weed. thats one of my worst qualities. i cost a lot of money and make .. none. the amount of money ive cost other people is probably in the thousands and that was out of kindness. just so i could exist. but i know it does help me. it helps me cope and to leave it behind with no coping skills is really unhelpful to my life. 

so where do i start? probably by going to sleep. waking up at some decent hour - its almost 4 now so i hope for 10, but this is just spewing dreams in alot of ways. i could wake up and continue to lay in bed for hours. somethng simple like stretching - which i honestly really need after this anyways. taking a shower. trying to clean my house. find money, just.. keep finding money and money resources. thats the best i can fathom right now. i want to say ill find a job but thats so complex of a hurdle i just .. i can successfully find money in trade for simple labor. not a job. fucking.. eat food. i have food. i literally have food to eat. i just need to get back ... i dont know. somewhere. back in myself. 

tommorow will be the beginning of the final battle right now. there will be more battles, more shitty rpg games, but this battle will be finished soon and im getting back to real life. real fucking life.