#martin is a shorter black dude to me

[end-enthusiast]

most of the tma/tmap cast is poc to me so most of the time i’ll see fanart and go

[magmagpie]

Poachers are Jackasses, Change my Mind - Wild Kratts Fanfiction

(Martin has an unfortunate run in with some poachers.) (Mentions of blood and injury, this has been your warning.) (Also, I drew an illustration at the bottom, if you wanna see that.) 

"Martin!" Chris yelled into the forest. "Martin, where are you?"

"You sure it's this way?" Aviva asked the younger brother.

"Sure I'm sure," Chris grinned. "Martin sent me his coordinates. He said that was where the bear cubs were. And besides, no harm in going the wrong way a couple of times."

Aviva rolled her eyes before continuing their search for the den. They both called out for the blue-clad brother, though neither really expected a response. When Martin had his mind set on a baby animal, there was no grabbing his attention back.

But as they ventured deeper into the forest, an unsettling pit formed in their stomachs. The more they called, the louder the silence that settled afterward sounded. There was another reason they weren't getting a response.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Chris," Aviva spoke what they had both been thinking for many minutes.

"Me, too," Chris agreed. "Martin! Martin, please answer me! This isn't funny, anymore, dude!"

"Chris..." a weak voice rasped.

"Did you hear that?" Aviva halted, grabbing the brunette's green sweater.

"Yeah," Chris pulled his arm away to keep walking. "Martin!? Was that you!? Martin!"

"Chris..." the voice came again. "Over here..!"

"Martin, keep talking!" Chris broke into a run, hoping to come across his brother sooner.

"Chris.." he was so close.

Chris looked ahead, catching sight of something blue on the ground. Adrenaline shot through him like a bullet as he ran up to it.

It was none other than his older brother. Chris dropped to his knees, grabbing his brother's shoulder and flipping him over. He had a wound in the right side of his head, and a puddle of blood seeping out from under his jacket.

Chris unzipped the blue coat, pulling back the side. There was a large, bloody rip in his originally white t-shirt. Underneath that was a deep wound, bleeding profusely.

"Martin," Chris looked at his brother's face. "What happened!?"

"Poachers..." the word krept out of Martin's mouth like a snake out of its hole.

"Where are the cubs?" Aviva came up beside Chris.

"Over there..." Martin raised his hand a little, pointing at a cave in a bound of rocks. There was also a large puddle of blood that he didn't dare look directly at.

"Call Koki and Jimmy," Aviva ordered, rushing to the den. She poked her head in, olive green eyes landing on two shivering bundles of black fur. "I've got the cubs."

Chris pulled out his Creature Pod, dialing for the Tortuga. He informed Koki and Jimmy on the situation when their faces appeared on the small screen. He told them their coordinates, and hung up, putting the Creature Pod back in his pocket.

"Martin," Chris shook his brother's shoulder a little. Martin opened his eyes a crack to look up at him. "What happened to you?"

"..." Martin breathed heavily in preparation for the explanation. "They got their mother..."

Martin laughed as he played with the bear cubs. Normally, he wouldn't even think about going near a bear cub, but, for whatever reason, this mother bear really didn't seem to mind. She just kept watch, like he was simply someone her kids invited over to play.

"You two really like those berries, huh?" Martin raised an amused eyebrow. The two bear cubs were snacking on little red berries on a nearby bush.

He picked a few of the berries, drawing the cubs' attention. He held his hand out to them, watching them try shoving each other out of the way to get the tiny fruits.

"I'll need to come up with special names for you two," Martin smiled.

One cub decided at that moment that he wanted a dirt bath. He rolled around in the dirt, his black fur instantly being coated in a light brown. Martin laughed.

"Okay," He reached over, petting the dirty cub on the head. "You're Dusty."

But before he could come up with another name, a loud boom rang through the surrounding area. Martin flinched, immediately standing up.

The mother bear growled under her breath. Martin scrambled the cubs into the den to keep them out of trouble.

The gunshot rang again and a pained roar echoed in Martin's ears. Mama Bear stumbled a little as she hobbled off the top of the den. There was a wound in her side, where the bullet had hit her.

"Oh no," Martin gaped at her. He would have gone up to her and try to help her, but he knew she would only snap at him.

More gunshots sounded, making Martin flinch. He whipped around in search for whoever was shooting at them. But there was no one else anywhere.

When he looked back at Mama Bear, she was laying on her side in a puddle of blood. Martin gagged involuntarily. He shook his head, trying to calm his racing mind.

"Stop shooting!" He demanded to whoever would listen. "There are cubs she has to take care of!"

There were murmurs of a discussion coming from somewhere he couldn't place. He stood his ground, anyway, though kept his eyes off the bloody mass that was the mother bear.

There was rustling from the bushes and out walked a man, not much shorter than him. He had black hair and a scruffy beard and mustache. He also had a light machine gun held at his side in both hands. Martin didn't say anything to him, simply standing tall with a stern glare.

"Isn't this cute," The man commented. "You from here, boy?"

"None of your business," Martin spat. "What are you going to do with her?"

"Classified," The man gave a grave stare.

"You have no right to hunt the bears in this area," Martin informed him. "This is off hunting grounds."

"You know a lot about the area," The gruff gentlemen contemplated. "What did you say your name was, kid?"

"Kratt," Martin saw no wrong in telling him his name, not to mention who had the gun in this situation. "Martin Kratt. And you are?"

"You're one of those Kratt monkeys, are you?" the bearded man huffed. "The name's Rider. I'm your enemy, as far as Kratts and hunters are concerned."

"..." Martin glared at him as a response.

"What's wrong?" Rider teased. "Wild cat gotcha tongue?"

"Leave the bear alone," Martin ignored the joke. "She has a special role to play in the forest."

"Not, gonna, happen," Rider refused slowly.

Martin felt a surge of rage and soon found himself tussling with Rider for his gun. He knew it was a bad idea, but the flashes of sudden anger was overwhelming and he couldn't help himself. He had to help the bears at whatever cost. And if he was lucky, he could get it out of his hands and call his team for back up.

Rider, to combat his incredible strength, twisted the gun around and bashed the shoulder end into the side of the blonde's head. Martin, at the same time as this, felt an excruciating pain in his rib cage. He crumpled to the ground, unable to hold himself up on his wobbly legs.

He looked to the side to see who had shot him. Standing in the bushes was another man. He looked younger than Rider, and he had orange hair and a pistol.

"Grab the beast," Rider ordered.

Both poachers walked passed the painful blonde to the still heavily bleeding mother bear. Martin watched them take one end each and start carrying her away.

"I hope you realize, Kratt," Rider stopped to looked down at him. "You've lost this round." Martin heaved as the men continued walking.

"Sorry," He strained. "I didn't catch that..I don't speak bullshit.."

Rider immediately dropped his end of the bear and whipped around, booting him hard in his bullet wound. Martin grunted as he collapsed the rest of the way to the ground.

"You said that?" Chris asked in disbelief.

Yes, Martin had no problem whipping out a curse when he was mad enough, but in a situation where the opposing person could easily make sure it would be the last curse he said, he was usually more careful about it. This was a poor example of that care.

"Yes," you could hear the anger in his voice through the strain of speaking. "And I don't regret it..I meant it.."

"I'm just shocked they didn't take the cubs," Aviva commented from her spot sitting on the other side of him. She had both bear cubs to either side of her.

"Poachers like those guys don't typically take baby animals," Martin informed. "They have no use for them..so they take the parents, and leave the babies to die.."

"These two are still lucky to be alive," Chris added. "A lot of the time, poachers will wound animals they don't take, even the babies. Maybe they didn't because Martin was there."

"That's what I'll call her," Martin smiled at the unnamed bear cub. "Lucky...Dusty and Lucky..the bear cubs.."

"Where are Koki and Jimmy?" Chris wondered anxiously. "We have to get Martin to the Tortuga. The bleeding's getting worse." Martin's eyes drifted down in the direction of his chest wound. "No." Chris put his hand between his eyes and the tons of blood. "Don't look. You'd be out before Jimmy could finish a slice of pizza."

Martin gave an airy chuckle. His moment of humor was interrupted by his bullet wound deciding laughter was too much and flared up all at once. His brain started feeling a little loopy from the loss of blood. So, naturally, he winced.

"..." Chris gave him a worried look.

"We have to go after them," Aviva told the brothers. "You said they took their mom."

"Aviva," Martin looked at her sadly. His voice was quiet, whether it was because he was upset or because he was getting tired was beyond the group of creature adventurers. "Mama Bear is dead...there's no way she survived so many gunshots..."

"He must have hit you harder in the head than we thought," Aviva spat at him. "The Martin I know would never give up on a captured animal. We don't know for sure they killed her."

"No," Chris shook his head. "He's right. Poachers don't usually leave the hunt unless what they've hunted is dead. Sometimes they'll kill it later if they have no other choice."

"But there was no threat to what they were after," Martin added. "After they took me out, nothing stood between them and their target..."

"..." Aviva couldn't combat their arguments, no matter how much she wanted to. She could see it on their faces; they didn't want it to be true, either. They'd just come to accept the truth for what it was, even if it was possibly the hardest thing they'd ever had to do.

A few minutes of silence passed. Martin had closed his eyes, which seemed like the only escape from the unbearable( ;} ) pain of his wounds. Just when his brain started feeling light, almost like he was about to fall asleep, he was roused by his brother's voice.

"Martin?" Chris asked. "You still awake?"

Instead of a verbal response, Martin cracked his eyes open. Only, as soon as he did, his vision was overrun by swelling black dots and he could have sworn he was transported to space, judging from the stars he was seeing. His head started pounding harder than a professional drummer on concert night and his chest felt tighter than a track-runner's shoelaces. A horrid experience, wouldn't you say?

"C-Chris..." he wheezed out. "I-I can't...breathe..!"

"He's lost too much blood," Aviva concluded, pulling out her Creature Pod and calling the Tortuga. "Koki, Jimmy, what's taking so long? This is an emergency, we need you here now."

"Sorry," Koki spoke from her own Creature Pod. She was in the garage, loading the Createrra with things they would need. "We had to put more gas in the Createrra, and the tire was flat so we had to replace it. We're on our way, hold tight."

Aviva sighed as the device shut off. She looked back up at the brothers. Martin was desperately trying to take a breath, but only managed fruitless heaves and wheezes. Chris was panicking, scared tears running down his cheeks.

She hoped they'd get there soon.

After about ten minutes of pure chaos among the three, they heard the beep of their only car. Aviva and Chris looked up from the nearly suffocated Kratt brother to see the Createrra drive up and park a few feet away.

Koki and Jimmy rushed out, going to the back to retrieve the stretcher. They brought it to their injured teammate, lifting him up onto it. He was looking extremely pale, due to the loss of blood.

Speaking of blood, his bleeding was beginning to slow. You may think that would be a good thing. But you'd be wrong. Martin was running out of blood to bleed. It was a miracle he was even awake right now. A miracle no one asked for.

--

When they got Martin back to the Tortuga, the girls did all they could to make sure he wouldn't die on them. He had lost too much blood, and needed a transfer. Good thing they kept packets of O- blood, just for situations like this. They expected to have run ins with poachers.

Unluckily for the oldest Kratt brother, he couldn't be asleep for any of it. His head injury made it dangerous for him to fall asleep until it was taken care of. And because his chest wound was more severe and life threatening, that had to be cared for first. The sight of the blood made every alarm in his head go nuts and his stomach decided to take up gymnastics.

But through all of it, Chris never left his side. He stood there the entire two hours, holding his hand. He kept his attention off the blood the best he could, but there wasn't much he could do while his head was being treated.

"Okay," Aviva wiped the back of her hand over her forehead. "I think we're finally done. You can rest, now."

Martin let out a shuddering sigh of relief. He was so happy that was over. All the pain he'd felt before in the forest had been multiplied by ten while they were working, and now was nothing more than a dull ache. But his brain was fuzzy, and his eyelids felt like they had elephants pulling them closed.

"You'll have to stay in the infirmary for a few days," Koki told him. "You're on bed rest until we say otherwise. So no adventures, no risk-taking, and no Creature Power Suit."

"I don't think he has the energy for a Creature Power Suit, Koki," Chris smiled at her. He looked down at his brother. He had fallen asleep, way too tired from the day to stay awake any longer.

[when-they-write-stuff]

those eyes

pairing: sterek

word count: 5706

rating: teen

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence

notes: commission for @fanficmakesmehappy based on the prompt: crime au + soulmate au where you see color for the first time when you make eye contact w your soulmate. Stiles is kidnapped by the pack. He's drugged and the first person he sees when he wakes up is derek, and the first thing he notices is that his eyes are green. This complicates things.

The last time Stiles had been this drunk, he’d just graduated high school and Scott had insisted he come out to a ‘real party’. 

Of course, that ended up being Lydia Martin’s lake house filled with people he didn’t know and bad tasting alcohol, but Stiles would forever treasure it as a ‘what a bad idea’ memory felt like. 

He hadn’t had one of those in a while. Not since he’d gone off to college, leaving Scott and his dad behind, and Scott had all but cut ties with him. Stiles didn’t come back for a few years, his dad moved up in the police ranks, and Stiles eventually graduated with a degree in criminology. 

All things considered, he felt like his career path was off to a pretty good start. If he ever did anything with it, that was.

Stiles had a tendency to get sidetracked. But if he was going to do anything with his life, it was follow in his dad’s footsteps and do something involving crime. Because who didn’t love a bit of action in their lives?

That’s where he went wrong.

When he came home that summer, the plan was to surprise his dad and, if he could find him, Scott. Because Stiles hadn’t given up on his childhood best friend. Even if he’d suddenly vanished off the face of the earth and refused to answer Stiles’s calls or texts.

Except, Stiles didn’t get home. He got as far as the crossroad near their house when something hit his car. The thump was so loud, Stiles was sure Roscoe had taken a dent and it had to be a wild animal. Because what the hell else attacked an innocent car in the middle of the night?

Stiles remembered clambering out with a curse on his tongue. But he didn’t get three feet before an unrelenting arm wrapped around his neck, something soft was pressed against his nose, and all Stiles knew was black.

-

The point was, he thought he was drunk. There was the sound of music in the air, he could hear voices chattering above his head, and Stiles could’ve sworn the floor was moving. He was drunk. He just didn’t remember how it happened. 

“I’m telling you,” a female voice hissed. “It’s him. They share similar scents and that was his car. Do you really think anyone else drives around a piece of junk that color and model?”

Stiles blinked a few times. Were they talking about his car? Because Roscoe wasn’t a piece of junk and Stiles would fight anyone who said otherwise. And… color? Stiles didn’t even know what color his jeep was. He always thought it was a sort of murky-grey but then again, everything was. Oh god, what if it was bright pink? He’d always heard bad things about bright pink.

“We’ll let McCall confirm it,” another voice said. Male, this time. “But he’s not going to like this.”

“He can not like whatever he wants to. Derek wanted the spastic idiot and do you really want to be the one telling him we chickened out at the last minute?”

Stiles groaned. He didn’t actually mean to, but the sound burst from his lips as his head pounded like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. He heard the sound of a yelp and then a curse, and something soft was pressed against his face again. 

Stiles inhaled sharply before realizing that was a bad idea. His last thought was ‘not drunk’ before he passed out again.

- 

So, Stiles hadn’t had a ‘what a bad idea’ memory in a while, but this was certainly up for the grand prize. Stiles woke up feeling like he’d been ripped apart and put back together again, or maybe run over once or twice by a truck. He smacked his lips together, mouth tasting like cotton, and cracked one eye open.

And squawked, trying to yank backward.

Except he couldn’t, the sound of metal clanged as he realized he was handcuffed to a metal chair. Stiles looked sharply up and his breaths caught as he noticed a figure standing in the shadows across the room. The room— a room— one that was much too small for his liking and empty of anything but a bed and chair.

Stiles tried not to whimper, he really did. But the sound still broke free of his lips and he shied away as the figure stepped forward, fixing his gaze on the floor. Two pairs of boots came into his line of sight. Two pairs of black leather, mud-stained boots, that were almost comically big.

Stiles didn’t think it was a good time to be having such thoughts. But he couldn’t help it.

“Stiles Stilinski,” a male voice said. “I assume?”

Stiles clenched his jaw, glaring at the floor. The boots moved closer.

“Look at me.”

“Fuck off.”

His captor moved uncomfortably close. Stiles took a deep breath and mustered up his best glare, lifting his eyes to meet those of his captor. Except, the second he did, he saw a flash of green and felt like his head was exploding, a startled ‘oh’ leaving his lips.

Because suddenly, he could see everything. 

The grey walls of his room, the dark blue of his jeans, the horrible clash of blue and orange on his t-shirt. His captor stumbled back and Stiles could’ve sworn he heard a snarl, but that wouldn’t be right. Regular people didn’t snarl. Not even soulmates— soulmates.

“Oh, shit,” Stiles said. The guy across from him glared like Stiles had just run over his puppy or something.

And oh shit, his captor looked like a Greek God. Of course, he did, Stiles really shouldn’t have expected anything else. His jawline could probably cut diamonds, his shoulders were literally god-like, and his eyes— his eyes were the prettiest color of green Stiles had ever seen. 

Something strange left Stiles’s mouth and he was pretty sure it was along the lines of, “Sweet mother Jesus.” 

His captor looked murderous, turning on his heel and stamping out of the room. The door slammed behind him and Stiles jolted in his chair, staring at it for a second longer. Then the reality of the situation sunk in and he yanked against the cuffs, a shout rising in his throat.

“Hey, asshole, you can’t just leave me in here! I’m innocent! My t-shirt looks ugly! I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m a growing boy!”

The door suddenly opened again. But instead of his green-eyed captor, a blond-haired woman came in. Stiles stared for a moment, before his mouth fell open.

“Erica Reyes?”

“You remember me?” She said, smirking. Stiles blinked. 

“Oh my god, did you… did you help kidnap me? Dude, that’s so messed up!”

“Oh, relax,” Erica said, rolling her eyes. Which were a beautiful color of brown. Stiles wondered what the hell his eyes looked like. “Clearly, it was a bad idea. I don’t think Derek knows how to react to kidnapping his literal soulmate.”

“Derek,” Stiles said. “Wait, his name is Derek? Snarly-growly-green-eyes is named Derek?”

“Hale. Derek Hale.”

“Derek Hale,” Stiles repeated. For a moment, he didn’t know why he recognized that name, but then it hit him like a punch to the gut. “Derek Hale mass-murderer Derek Hale? As in, the one that burned his entire family alive and killed a handful of Beacon Hill’s residents?”

Erica’s smirk faded. Stiles felt sick.

“He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?”

“If you keep talking like that, he will,” Erica said. “Cause he’s innocent.”

“Innocent. Innocent? He just kidnapped me!” Stiles said, yanking against the cuffs again. “Probably for murder!”

Erica’s expression turned pinched. Stiles could’ve sworn her eyes turned gold for a second, except he was definitely just getting used to seeing colors for the first time. Because, he reminded himself, he’d been kidnapped. By his soulmate. Resident murdering psychopath Derek Hale.

Erica studied him for a moment longer before sighing. Sticking out her lower lip, she turned toward the closed door. 

“I’m not getting anywhere with him. Would someone send in McCall?”

Stiles’s stomach dropped. McCall? But there was no way. There was no way Scott McCall, his Scott McCall, could be working with a murderer. Scott was a puppy. A literal ball of fluff. He couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to.

Except, when the door opened, it was the boy Stiles had grown up with stepping into the room. Or, it was sort of. Scott’s jaw was sharper, his hair was shorter, and he’d gotten strong. Like, scary-looking strong.

Stiles stared for a moment. Then, Scott moved forward and Stiles tried to pull back. The boy stopped abruptly.

“S-Scott?”

“Hey, man.”

“No way,” Stiles said. “There’s no way you’re here. There’s no way you’re with a murderer. Scott, what the hell happened when I left?”

Scott flinched at that. Erica rolled her eyes and started toward the door, waving a dismissive hand over her head.

“Let me know when you tell him about everything. You know, the Argents, the murders, and the werewolves.”

“The what?”

But she was already gone, the door slamming closed at her back. Stiles looked back at Scott with wide eyes and his previous-best friend was looking at him nervously. Stiles was pretty sure he really was drunk now, or maybe on drugs. Because this couldn’t be right. This wasn’t happening.

“I’d tell you to sit down,” Scott said weakly. “But, uh…”

“Dude. Not fucking funny.”

- 

Between going from graduating college to learning about werewolves, hunters, and finding his soulmate, Stiles thought he would’ve been more prepared to learn that Lydia Martin’s hair was red. But no, that still shocked him. You know, the fact that everyone in Derek Hale’s pack was literally drop-dead gorgeous.

Stiles sat with his knees pulled into his chest on a ratty old sofa. He was surrounded by people he remembered from high school and couldn’t believe this was actually his life. Erica Reyes was a werewolf. Lydia Martin was a banshee. Jackson Whittemore was a snake.

Okay, that one really wasn’t so surprising.

“Let me get this straight,” Stiles said, pointing at Lydia and Jackson. “You two are supernatural soulmates.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and Jackson sneered. So maybe Stiles had a crush on her once; a long time ago. He was totally over it now. 

“And you two,” Stiles said, pointing at Erica and Boyd. Then he leveled Scott with his best glare, who shifted nervously next to Allison. “And you, my best friend who betrayed my trust and never told me he was a freaking werewolf.”

Scott winced. Stiles fixed Isaac with a flat look.

“And you’re…?”

“Currently single and colorblind.”

“Great. Four werewolves, a hunter, a banshee, a snake, and this is why I never should’ve come back to town.”

“I’m not a snake,” Jackson said, growling. “Anymore.”

“Oh, you’ll always be a snake in my eyes, Jacky-boy.”

“Actually,” Scott said. “There are five werewolves counting Derek. Six if you count his sociopathic uncle but we don’t usually do that.”

Stiles shuddered, glancing around the room. He couldn’t help but notice it was barrenly empty of anyone other than them. “And said Alpha werewolf is…?”

“Oh, he left,” Erica said. “He doesn’t take surprises well.”

“Great, that’s just great. And he kidnapped me because what, my dad’s a little upset that Derek’s been pinned with a couple dozen murders? Because I really don't think I would’ve been very helpful against that.”

“We had orders,” Isaac said, shrugging. “And grabbing you wasn’t that hard.”

“Hey!”

“Derek kidnapped you because he needed leverage if things went wrong,” Allison said. “There’ve been… a few killings in Beacon Hills. Hunters, we think. Going after all those they suspect are supernatural. And every time Derek tries to get out there and stop them, the cops are called in and he gets chased back into hiding. He’s the Alpha of Beacon Hills, but he can’t protect the town if its own police are working against him.”

“They’re just doing their jobs,” Stiles grumbled. Jackson rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, people are dying because of them ‘doing their job’, Stilinski. Because of your dad.”

“Keep my dad out of this, slithers.”

Jackson bared his teeth in a snarl. Stiles winced back.

“And stop doing that.”

“The point is,” Boyd said, speaking for the first time. He seemed to have some sort of authority with how everyone went quiet and looked at him. “Derek had his reasons. He wasn’t ever going to do any harm. And it’s true— your dad is getting in the way of all this.”

“He thinks you’re a bunch of criminals, it’s not his fault,” Stiles muttered. Then he looked sharply over at Scott. “Oh my god, does he think you’re a criminal too?”

“Uh, I hope not?”

Lydia rolled her eyes. If he let himself get distracted, Stiles still couldn’t believe that was her actual hair color. He blinked a few times, shaking his head.

How was this his life?

- 

Stiles found himself standing on the sidewalk outside of the loft. It was some ratty place nestled in the middle of nowhere and he thought he could hear the sound of distant sirens. If he ran, Stiles figured he could get away from all this before someone caught him. But he didn’t really see himself running.

All he wanted to do right now, was take in the sights of everything. The moon was yellow, the stars were bright silver, and the night sky was a mix of black and blue. Stiles didn’t think he’d ever seen something so beautiful.

The loft door opened and closed behind him. Stiles glanced back and froze when he saw a familiar Greek God standing a few feet away. Derek didn’t do anything, though, except stand with his hands in his pockets. Relaxing slightly, Stiles turned back forward again.

“It’s uh… really pretty, isn’t it? All the colors.”

Derek moved to his side. Stiles really wanted to look into his eyes— see that stunning shade of green again— but he kept his gaze straight forward instead. 

There were so many colors. Stiles had never realized what he was missing out on until now.

“I don’t know what things I might’ve said that you heard,” Stiles said after a moment. “But I’m sorry. If you uh… you know. Heard me call you a mass murderer and all that.”

“Werewolf hearing is pretty good,” Derek said in soft amusement. It was the third time Stiles had heard his voice and for some reason, that made his stomach flip. Despite himself, he chuckled.

“Yeah, well. Werewolves. That’s a bit more of a shock.”

Derek tensed. Sensing a change of attitude, Stiles backtracked quickly.

“Not like it’s worse, or anything. Just a shock, dude, you know? I mean, imagine learning vampires are real or something.”

Derek didn’t answer that. Stiles spun to face him.

“Oh my god, are vampires real too?”

“No,” Derek said with a huff, meeting his gaze. It was stupid, but Stiles’s breaths left him when he did. And of course, he had no control over his mouth.

“Dude, your eyes are really pretty.”

Derek’s face turned red, the color going all the way to his ears. Stiles clapped his hands over his mouth and blushed too, feeling his face turn hot. 

“Sorry.”

“No, uh,” Derek said, eyes dropping to the ground. “It’s fine.”

“I mean, they are, but—”

Stiles could’ve sworn he heard Derek growl. Just like the first time, except it was a little louder. He thought he saw something red flash in the man’s eyes too. Slowly, Stiles stepped closer. Derek tensed.

“Hey, dude,” Stiles said. “You have other eyes too, right? I mean, Scott’s were gold and Jackson’s were blue…”

Derek looked up, face unreadable. “I don’t think you really want to see.”

“I mean, they’re not scary, right?”

The man didn’t answer. Stiles clenched his jaw, cursing himself, and nearly tried to say something else, when the loft door suddenly slammed open again. Boyd came out, eyes snapping between the two of them, and he fixed his gaze on Derek.

“We’ve got an issue across town. Call for help about hunters.”

Derek cursed and broke away from Stiles’s side. Stiles started after him but Derek turned around at the door, looking conflicted for a moment. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but then ducked out of sight. Stiles deflated and Boyd gave him a sympathetic look.

“Stay at the loft,” Boyd said. “Until we get back.”

“But I could—”

“You’d be better out of the way.”

Stiles clenched his jaw, sitting back on his heels as the door closed again. He glared at it for a second, feeling utterly useless, before turning around again. The nighttime air was quiet this time; no sound of distant sirens.

Then suddenly, Stiles heard a footstep. He spun around right as a fist entered his vision and pain exploded through his head. Stiles stumbled back and tripped over his own feet, falling to the ground hard. 

He didn’t even have a chance to curse before a fist was entering his vision again. Stiles’s head bounced off the cement and for the second time that day, all he saw was black.

It was becoming a habit, it seemed.

- 

Stiles was starting to think people liked restraining him to chairs. 

He woke up with his hands tied behind his back and a whole new wave of pain pounding through his head. He kept his eyes closed this time, trying to feel out his surroundings, but then a hand connected with his cheek, and Stiles’s eyes snapped open as he bit back a cry.

“There you go,” a sneering man said. “Easiest way to wake him up.”

“Easiest way to give him a concussion,” a woman said from the side. Stiles blinked a few times and shook his head, the sting gradually fading as he looked around. His breaths stalled in his throat when he did.

They were in a warehouse of some kind. The ceiling was high and wide, the air was cold and stale. Stiles tugged on the ropes around his wrists before fixing his gaze on the people standing around him. They were all armed, he realized, with guns or knives strapped to their sides and down their legs. It looked like they’d set up camp here, with more piles of weapons tossed to the side.

“You’re hunters,” Stiles said as the realization hit. The woman laughed.

“And you’re a quick one.”

“What the hell do you want with me? I’m not supernatural.”

“No,” the man who’d hit him said, stepping forward and catching his chin. Stiles growled and tried to yank away, and the man chuckled. “But apparently, you’re like catnip to them. Want to explain what the Alpha of Beacon Hills wanted with a twig like you, boy?”

“Go to hell,” Stiles said. “Like I’d know.”

“But he didn’t kill or turn you. That has to mean something. Do you know the Alpha, boy?”

“It’s Stiles,” Stiles spat. The woman raised an eyebrow.

“Odd name.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Now, this is the second time today I’ve been kidnapped, and I really just want a nap and a burger. Can we negotiate on that?”

“He’s annoying,” the man said. The woman grinned.

“I think he’s cute.”

Stiles wrinkled his nose at that. He did another sweep of the warehouse and took in their numbers; a handful of hunters, no more than ten. But that might not be all of them, he realized.

“The distraction,” he said. “You really out killing more people?”

“We’re out killing bounties,” the woman said, crossing the room and crouching down in front of him. She had dark brown eyes and Stiles thought they would’ve been more threatening without the color. He didn’t like her smile, though. It was sickly sweet. “You aren’t on that list, but we do have some questions, sweetie. Do you realize what kind of beast Hale is?”

Stiles clenched his jaw. The woman smirked.

“You do. What are you then, the boy who runs with wolves? Or are you newer to this than we’d expect?”

He didn’t answer. She pursed her lips and nodded, pushing herself up again.

“They’re monsters, Stiles, you’ve got to realize that. Genetic mutations. It’s a mercy we’re providing, taking them out.”

“They’re not monsters,” Stiles said coldly. He dropped his eyes. “My best friend’s not a monster.”

Interest sparked in her eyes. The woman tilted her head and then pulled back, whispering something in the other man’s ear. His eyes narrowed and his lips twisted up in disgust, but he nodded after a moment. Stiles shifted uncomfortably and the woman turned back to him with a smile on her lips again.

“You know one of them?”

Stiles knew all of them. His stomach flipped and the color green flashed before his eyes for a second. They weren’t monsters. Scott… Derek couldn’t be. Stiles could’ve laughed at that, how quickly his mindset had gone from murderer to something else. Something else, as if he even knew what something else was.

Except Derek hadn’t wanted Stiles to see his real face, had he? As if it was something to be ashamed of. Like it was something monstrous. 

I mean, they’re not scary, right?

Stiles swallowed hard. 

Another man suddenly came forward, saying something Stiles couldn’t catch to the woman. Her eyes sparked with interest again and she grinned, looking at Stiles with a new expression. His gut twisted uncomfortably.

“You’re the Sheriff’s kid?”

Shit. “What of it?”

“You know that’s why Hale wanted you,” she said. “Imagine if he had the Sheriff’s kid to use as leverage. Oh, imagine if he turned the Sheriff’s kid. What could the law do against him then?”

Stiles drew back. Derek wouldn’t have— that wasn’t the plan. It couldn’t have been. The woman sighed and leaned forward, patting his cheek. Stiles drew away with a snarl.

“It’s alright, kid,” she said. “We’ve got you now.”

Stiles really didn’t think that was a good thing. He watched her turn away and the other man gave him a feral sneer before following. Stiles twisted his wrists in the ropes again and cursed.

But things could be worse, right? Stiles felt like things could be worse.

Suddenly, there was a distant shout and a series of gunshots. The entire room went silent and the shots cut off. Every eye turned to look at him and Stiles swallowed hard, hating himself and everything this day had turned into.

Because yeah, that could be worse.

A howl pierced the air and the room erupted into chaos. 

Stiles cursed and yanked on the ropes binding his wrists together. The warehouse doors suddenly burst open and the air filled with the sound of cocking guns. Stiles yanked sideways with all his might and ended up tipping— he had a split second of realization before he was crashing onto his side with a grunt.

“Sweet freaking Jesus,” he said. The movies always made escape look easier.

Suddenly, there was a yank on his wrist. Stiles yelped and felt something sharp press against his skin. It took him a moment to realize they were claws.

“Hold still,” a voice growled. Derek. Stiles twisted and tried to get a good look, but the man ducked his face away before Stiles could. 

The claw sliced through the ropes and Stiles scrambled forward, pulling himself up. By the time he was on his feet again, Derek’s claws were gone and he was tensed, scanning the room. Stiles glanced over at the chaos to see the others in their beta forms; a flash of golden eyes here, a sharp howl there. Stiles startled as Derek caught his shoulder and tugged him back, away from the fighting.

“Dude,” Stiles said, trying to shake him off. Derek didn’t let go, pulling him toward the other side of the warehouse. Toward another exit, Stiles realized. He yanked harder and stumbled away, rubbing at his raw wrists. “Dude, shouldn’t you be back there helping your pack?”

“Don’t call me dude,” Derek groused. “They’ll be fine. You need to get out of here.”

“I’m not some token human, you know,” Stiles said, following after him. He thought he heard the sound of sirens now, which was just great. “I can fend for myself.”

Derek shot him a raised eyebrow. Stiles rolled his eyes. 

“I was taken by surprise.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek said, and Stiles blinked in surprise. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

“Du- Derek, why are you apologizing?”

Derek didn’t answer, starting toward the door. They were less than five feet away when a gunshot cracked through the air.

Stiles spun around, expecting pain. But it wasn’t aimed for him.

Derek roared in pain, dropping to one knee. Stiles’s heart stopped when he saw the hole in his stomach; the blood already welling. Out of the shadows came the woman, a pistol in hand and a smirk on her lips.

“Aw, Derek,” she said. “Does that sting a little?”

“Kate,” Derek growled, blood splattering his lips. The woman— Kate— stopped a few feet away and smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“You miss me, sweetie?”

Stiles snapped back to reality, shoving himself between them. Kate’s eyebrows shot up and her lips pursed in amusement. 

“Oh,” she said, sounding mockingly disappointed. “Honey, don’t choose sides now. I’ll put the mutt out of his misery and you can go free to daddy. You hear those sirens, don’t you? They’ll be here in a few minutes, I expect. Maybe even less.”

“No,” Stiles said, surprised his voice wasn’t shaking. He’d never actually stared down the barrel of a gun before, but he was pretty sure this wasn’t going to end well for one of them. “You won’t kill him. I won’t let you.”

“Let me?” Kate asked, laughing. Derek made a soft noise behind him and Stiles resisted the urge to turn around. “Oh, come on, kid. This isn’t a fight you’ll win. Tell you what, move aside and I’ll let you take the credit for taking out murderer Hale here. You’ll be the town hero. Think about it.”

“I’m not a killer.”

“Oh, but sweetie,” Kate said. “He is.”

Stiles clenched his fists. Kate chuckled. 

“Have you seen his red eyes? Do you know what they look like? People say they’re the color of blood. Alpha eyes resemble the innocent lives they’ve taken, kid. Do you realize what that has to look like?”

Stiles’s heart thudded against his chest. But slowly, he unclenched his fists, staring at her. Because it clicked, then. 

“No,” he said. “I don’t. But you don’t either, do you?”

Kate’s smile faltered. Stiles bared his teeth in a sneer, straightening his shoulders.

“You have no idea what they look like. And you know what,” he said, “I wouldn’t either. Until about twelve hours ago. And you know why that is?”

Kate’s eyes turned hard. Stiles glanced over his shoulder and met Derek’s gaze. He was hunched over, a hand wrapped around his chest as his shirt turned red with blood. His face was half-shifted and Stiles met green eyes. Green eyes— and he thought that was all that mattered.

“You,” Kate said incredulously, drawing his attention back. “You?”

“Guess so,” Stiles said, turning back to her. “Guess I’m the boy that runs with wolves.”

Kate’s lips curled up in a snarl and she raised the gun again. Stiles leaped forward, catching her wrist, and twisted. Kate cried out and the gun clattered to the floor. A wild fist connected with his cheek but Stiles refused to let go, hooking his foot underneath hers and pulling hard. They both went tumbling to the floor. 

Stiles thought he heard Derek shout his name.

He reached over Kate’s head, scrabbling for the gun. She kicked up and caught him in the stomach and Stiles cursed, seeing stars. But his fingers still wrapped around cool metal and he shoved himself away, stumbling to his feet. Kate pushed herself up too and Stiles lifted the gun, a trembling finger wrapping around the trigger.

She went still, looking at him. Then her eyes flashed and she sneered.

“Can you pull the trigger, kid?”

Stiles’s hand trembled. Kate scoffed and stepped forward.

“You’re not a killer.”

“No,” Stiles said, heart in his throat. “Guess I’m not.”

Kate’s eyes flashed in triumph. But then Stiles aimed the gun downward and pulled the trigger twice, and her scoff turned into a cry of pain as she fell to the floor. Stiles stumbled backward and the gun slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor. He kicked it away and turned to Derek, falling to his knees at his side.

“Hey, hey,” Stiles said. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding. It’s bad. Can you heal through this? Derek, why aren’t you healing through this?” 

“Wolfsbane,” Derek said raspily, eyes half-closed. “Like poison.”

“I don’t— I can’t— is there anything I can do? God, Derek, you’re not allowed to die on me.”

“Not here,” Derek said. Stiles tipped his chin up but Derek looked sharply away, teeth bared slightly. Stiles caught a flash of red and stilled. Derek’s chest rose and fell in heaves.

“Hey,” Stiles said softly. “Derek?”

“You don’t want to see.”

“I do,” Stiles said. “I… I do, Derek. Can you show me your eyes?”

Derek didn’t move for a second. Stiles swallowed and slowly, the man turned his face back. His eyes opened to reveal the color of crimson red that glowed slightly in the darkness. Stiles’s breaths caught in his throat and Derek started to turn away, but Stiles reached forward and touched his cheek. 

Carefully, he moved his fingers up, touch ghosting over Derek’s forehead and following the shifted ridges above his eyes. Stiles cupped his palms against Derek’s face and leaned forward, touching his forehead against Derek’s own.

“They’re beautiful. Both kinds.”

Derek sighed. 

“But, uh,” Stiles said. “Maybe we should get out of here?”

Quietly, the man nodded. Pulling back, Stiles linked an arm underneath his shoulders and grunted as he hefted the werewolf up. He took a few stumbling steps sideways and nearly lost his balance, but found it at the last minute, starting toward the doorway. One step after another, Derek’s feet shuffling on the floor.

“You’re a fool, kid,” a voice called behind them. Stiles paused and turned around. Kate sneered up from the floor. “You’re saving a monster.”

“No,” Stiles said. “But I am sparing one. Hope you have a good explanation for the police.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Don’t convince me to pull the trigger again.”

Her sneer slipped. Stiles turned and half-carried, half-lugged Derek toward the door. He thought she said something else, but he wasn’t listening this time.

Stiles came outside to the wail of sirens and the sound of echoing voices on the other side of the warehouse. Clenching his jaw, he turned away and started toward the empty street in the other direction.

Derek was unconscious by the time Scott found them. But he was still alive.

And that’s all that mattered.

- 

Stiles flipped through the folder for a third time, scanning the pictures and reports and everything they’d managed to scrounge together. He tried not to shift again in the chair beside the bed; Lydia had already informed him he was stressing everyone out by squirming. And then they’d still ended up leaving because he still couldn’t stop.

His eyes rested on a picture in the corner; one of a younger Derek and flashing eyes against the camera. Stiles studied it, shaking his head.

“Nice.”

“S… Stiles?”

Stiles jumped, nearly spilling the entire contents of the folder onto the floor. Over on the bed beside him, Derek blinked over, and Stiles straightened, grinning widely.

“Dude, you’re awake!”

Derek winced slightly. Stiles blushed and lowered his voice.

“Sorry. How are you feeling?”

“Are we at the loft?”

“Straight from the vet’s office,” Stiles said. “I can’t believe you guys actually go to the vet for an injury. I mean… that’s kind of funny, right?”

Derek blinked at him, raising a brow. Stiles chuckled nervously.

“Don’t look at me like that. It is.”

“What happened?”

“Well,” Stiles said, waving the folder through the air. “The police arrested one Kate Argent for possession of unregistered weapons and murder on three accounts. And once this baby is delivered, we think it’ll be enough to up that charge to…” Stiles’s smile slipped. “Well, a lot more.”

Derek looked confused. Stiles lowered his eyes, shrugging slightly. 

“It might be enough to clear you.”

“What?”

“I mean, I still need to talk to my dad. And he might have to know about some things. Like, werewolfy things, if that’s okay with you. But I think we could figure this out, dude. I think we could clear you.”

Derek stared at him. Stiles licked his lips nervously, glancing back up.

“Is that okay?”

“You did that,” Derek said. “For me.”

“Of course,” Stiles said. I mean, I do have a degree in criminology. And it’d be nice to go to the grocery store without getting arrested, right?”

Derek didn’t say a word. A knot formed in Stiles’s stomach.

“Unless that’s not what you wanted.”

“No,” Derek said, sitting up with a small wince. “It is, of course, it is. I just— why?”

“Because,” Stiles said. “You’re innocent.”

Derek’s face tightened. Before he could say a word, Stiles leaned forward and caught his hand. Derek blinked in surprise and his eyes snapped up to meet Stiles’s.

“I know I don’t know everything about your past,” Stiles said softly. “I mean… you know. But Derek, you’re not what Kate says. Or what any of them say. And I swear to god, if I have to find all the evidence in the world to prove that, I will.”

Derek looked at him quietly. Stiles started to pull his hand away, but Derek held on tighter, fingers intertwining with his own. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well,” Stiles said, ducking his head. “Maybe I’d do anything for those eyes.”

The tips of Derek’s ears turned red. Stiles chuckled.

“They're pretty,” he said. “Both of them.”

“Even the red?”

“Even the red.”

“And,” Derek said slowly. “If they were blue?”

Stiles blinked in confusion. But, seeing Derek’s face and nervous expression, he found himself nodding. “Blue’s just pretty.”

Derek’s face softened. He tugged on Stiles’s hand and Stiles set the folder aside, moving over to sink down on the edge of the bed beside him. Stiles raised a brow and Derek rolled his eyes, touching his forehead against Stiles’s own.

“Thank you.”

“Oh my god, you are a sap.”

Derek laughed. Stiles hesitated for a moment, before leaning closer and touching his lips against Derek’s own. The first brush was soft; careful. Stiles closed his eyes and hummed quietly, which made Derek growl. Chuckling, he pressed forward a little more, fingers brushing along Derek’s jaw and moving up into his hair. The man growled lower.

It sent shivers down his spine.

Before Stiles had known colors, he’d categorized them as feelings. Green, he thought, was two seconds ago. Red was if things went on for another five minutes or so. But this? This was vibrant. A color he didn’t quite know yet— or he hadn’t yet seen.

He thought it’d be hilarious if it was bright pink.

[im-no-jedi]

soooooooo idk why I haven’t shared this up until now, but yes, this is in fact a playlist for the Misfits c:

this has been my go-to playlist for pretty much everything ever since I created it last year. I listen to it in the car, in the shower, when I’m writing, or anytime I need a pick-me-up. I’m sure I’ll be adding more songs to it at some point, but 26 is a pretty big number imo LOL

here’s a list of the songs and descriptions of why I think they fit the Misfits:

Immortals - Fall Out Boy: we’re Guardians. we’re immortal. nuff said.

Reckless - Jaxson Gamble: sometimes it’s good to have a well thought out plan. and sometimes it’s good to be spontaneous. but most of the time? just do whatever tf you want. who cares if you break everything. just mcfrickin’ lose it, my dude.

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons: we live in a war. no matter what anybody says, we are always at war. it’s messy and it’s gritty and it takes a lot out of us. but we’re ready for it. bring it on, suckers.

Burn - Ellie Goulding: as Guardians, we have what some might call “superhero powers”. between blasting dozens of different kinds of firearms at the enemies, to popping off our Super abilities at any given moment, we light up the place wherever we go. subtlety is not in our vocabulary. (also Solar is the best subclass, fight me c:)

Breakthrough - Britt Nicole: being a Guardian means that you’re totally fearless and are ok with doing anything asked of you, right? LOL NOPE. we may have super powers, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t human. each of us have something we’re afraid of, and it can feel like those fears are holding us back. but we press on. we fight. we beat back the fears and evils of this world. “Destiny can’t be denied.”

Live Like Legends - Ruelle: each of us have done some pretty cool stuff, not gonna lie. we’re legit godslayers, yo B)

We Will Rock You - Queen: I had to put this one in here, come on. come on.

We Are The Champions - Queen: see above comment XD

Heroes - Zayde Wolf: the Darkness is all around us. it’s been trying to suppress the Light ever since the Traveler arrived on Earth. some of us even dabble in the Darkness. but we will bring light to the darkest places.

Infinite (Unsung Heroes) - Built By Titan feat. Joel Smallbone: sometimes it’s the little things that make the biggest impact. we don’t only slay gods. we do what we do for the ones who can’t protect themselves. and we don’t need the fanfare (despite what Rocky wants LOL). 

Digital - Imagine Dragons: “I want a new world without the order, I wanna resurrect and live a little shorter.” “We don’t wanna change, we just wanna change everything.”

Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin: legit just imagine that scene at the end of Thor Ragnarok when the Revengers are all fighting together and that’s a stereotypical strike for the Misfits LOL

Welcome to the Show - Britt Nicole: ok, ngl, some of us are kiiiiind of full of ourselves (callin you out Uldren and Rocky :P). it’s kinda hard not to, being literal godslayers and all. so it’s no wonder we like to be a bit flashy when we work. might as well put on a show while we’re killing things, right??

Up Up and Away - Blush: all Guardians have a spaceship, it’s how we travel from planet to planet, so we all know how it feels to fly. some of us are... not so great at piloting (*cough*Rocky*cough*), but the ability to fly is something we all experience on an almost daily basis. it’s a perfect metaphor for the pure thrill we experience as Guardians.

Determinate - Lemonade Mouth: you know when you think up those weird AUs for your characters like, oh let’s say, a band AU or something like that? yeah...

Warriors - Imagine Dragons: I have most definitely thought of a medieval AU for these guys before. no, I will not elaborate further.

Guardian - Lindsey Sterling: I mean... do I even need to explain this one. it’s... it’s right there, come on :P

Skullclub - The Glitch Mob: this is one of those songs I imagine playing in the background during one of our missions, kind of like Immigrant Song. also, literally the only lyrics in this song are “we are the wild ones”, so yeah, it fits XD

Pizza - Martin Garrix: same as above, another song I imagine playing in the background during a mission. and in a modern AU, our go-to after mission meal (our shawarma, if you will) would absolutely be pizza c:

Meet Me on the Battlefield - Svrcina: for Matt. this song can honestly apply to the team dynamic as a whole, but lbr, nobody on the team is more willing to lay down their life for the others than my sweet hansom cowboy ♥♥♥

What’s Up Danger - Blackway & Black Caviar: for Rocky. oh Rocky. you reckless wonder. always living for the thrill and the glory. you big himbo, you.

Believer - Imagine Dragons: for Isaac. for a man of very few words, you sure do have a lot to say. you act aloof, but I know you care as much, if not more, than everyone else around you. your past hardened you, but you persevered and took control of your own life. people think they know this world. they think they know you. prove them wrong, precious.

The Dark of You - Breaking Benjamin: for Uldren. I could write an entire essay about why this is literally his theme song. oh man. I just... I’m sorry, Uldren. I’m sorry the world has been wicked to you. you deserved better ;3;

Confident - Demi Lovato: for Marvel. you do NOT mess with this girl. she will frick you up, and she will ENJOY it. you go girl. literally \o/

Vertical - T-Squad: for Ace. my energetic ball of sunshine. always doing his best while still striving to do better. you can’t stop this boy. you just can’t. there he go.

We Are Giants - Lindsey Sterling feat. Dia Frampton: alright, this one’s... kind of for me. I made the decision to self-insert into this story, and I haven’t regretted it once. and yes, I made myself the “main character” and “more powerful” or whatever, but you know what? there’s nothing wrong with that. sometimes you need to boost yourself up, and what better way to do that than imagine yourself as a literal godslayer amongst a group of other godslayers that you love more than breathing?? no regrets, yo.

Heroes (We could be) - Alesso feat. Tove Lo: what I consider to be the pinnacle theme for this group (our theme song, if you will). most of these songs are about feeling like you already are a hero as opposed to just the mere thought of being a hero. each of us have come from different walks of life, and although we each have our own unique powers, we choose to use those powers for the good of the world. Guardians aren’t born to be heroes. we choose to be heroes.

[baobej]

@dhalfmoonbydean tagged me and if our answers are similar it’s not my fault we’re both intellectuals ✨✨

RULES: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

im tagging: @kosmicmoon @balmaineoark @7thxsense @8myblood

last

1. drink - beer

2. phone call - my mom

3. text message - my friend isabelle @bluemonade​

4. song you listened to - face by brockhampton

5. time you cried - last sunday

ever

6. dated someone twice? - no

7. kissed someone and regretted it - kinda? 

8. been cheated on - no

9. lost someone special - not really

10. been depressed - h i g h k e y

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - yes

fave colours

12. forest green

13. a warm yellow

14. blackest black

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - yes, bless

16. fallen out of love - no

17. laughed until you cried - yes

18. found out someone was talking about you - i don’t think so?

19. met someone who changed you - nah

20. found out who your friends are - ya kinda but this is phrased so dramatically lol

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - no

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - most of them

23. do you have any pets - i have a cat at my parents’ but i want one here in my apartment too :(

24. do you want to change your name - nah im good

25. what did you do for your last birthday - i went out for some beers and got my nose pierced with my best friend

26. what time did you wake up today - 8:20AM

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - playing card games at a bar with old friends

28. what is something you can’t wait for - leaving for finland on Tuesday, then nyc and then oslo!

30. what are you listening to right now - cereal by crush and zico

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - ya this one dude in hs (we won a pair dancing “competition” together lmao)

32. something that gets on your nerves - people cracking their knuckles, people interrupting me or not listening to me, me fucking something up even though I know im good at it

33. most visited website - tumblr lol

34. hair colour - a pretty boring brown im planning on dyeing soon

35. long or short hair - i cut it into a bob last year and now it’s like a bit past shoulder length? but im going to cut it again soon

36. do you have a crush on someone - I’ve had like tiny crushes on strangers but i’ve never had bigger crushes than that

37. what do you like about yourself - my handwriting, style and taste in music (same thav, same), my cooking skills and my tattoos

38. want any piercings? - yes but my skin has decided it loves tattoos and h a t e s piercings so i had to remove my nose ring and i doubt i’ll get any more (but :( I desperately want a double helix and my nose ring back)

39. blood type - O-

40. nicknames - ju, juju, and tee (bc that’s what i used to call myself as a toddler so it stuck with my family lol)

41. relationship status - single and absolutely not mingling thank you v much

42. zodiac - libra sun and moon

43. pronouns - she/her

44. fave tv shows - i barely watch any these days but ig b99, stranger things, sense 8

45. tattoos - i have one of a hand holding a wand on the back of my forearm, the wand points towards my hand. my other tattoo is the phrase “do no harm but take no shit” in runes going around my upper arm. i want to get poppies in an aquarelle like style on my other upper arm, and a line art portrait of olympe de gouges on my ribs

46. right or left handed - right

47. ever had surgery - nope

48. piercings - one on each ear, and a minute of silence for my dearly departed nose ring

49. sport - the six flights of stairs i have to walk up to get to my apartment, and that’s plenty, ladies and gents

50. vacation - this summer? im going to Finland next week and working for a bit, then New York with my family for ten days, then Oslo for a week to go see hanne <333

51. trainers - as in sneakers? i have black converse, green and blue new balance, and orange adidas superstar

51. favourite pair of shoes - it’s gotta be my doc martens (the versatility! the style! amazing)

more general

52. eating - imma try to psych myself up to do the dishes and make some curry chicken

53. drinking - water

54. i’m about to watch - princess mononoke i think

55. waiting for - the Eiffel tower fireworks tonight

56. want - more money more time more clothes and a new phone :(

57. get married - eh probs not

58. career - it’s still early but i want to be an english teacher or like get a phd in linguistics lol

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hm hugs 

60. lips or eyes - eyes

61. shorter or taller - taller

62. older or younger - older

63. nice arms or stomach - arms

64. hookup or relationship - relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant - hesitant

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - yes

67. drank hard liquor - yes

68. lost glasses - yes 

69. turned someone down - yes

70. sex on first date - no

71. broken someone’s heart - im not sure

72. had your heart broken - no

73. been arrested - no

74. cried when someone died - no one close to me has ever died so I don’t think so? 

75. fallen for a friend - no but i had a few scares

do you believe in

76. yourself - most of the time

77. miracles - in a religious sense? no

78. love at first sight - i mean it never happened to me but sure

79. santa claus - no

80. kiss on a first date - is that even something to “believe” in? i mean if everyone’s consenting who cares lol

81. angels - as in literal angels no but u best believe i call all my friends actual angels

other

82. best friend’s name - circé, hanne

83. eye colour - a greyish blue

84. fave movies -  howl’s moving castle, spirited away, silence of the lambs, arrival, i am not an easy man, dead poets society...

85. fave actor - martin freeman was the first actor who came to mind tbh idk why lol

[louloutche]

85 question meme

I was Tagged by @justine-procrastine sorry it took me sooo long to do this dude, I’m the queen of procrastination

Rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

— what was your last…

1. drink: water 2. phone call: my sister  3. text message: something about a friend’s vacation to ask her where she was going 4. song you listened to: Causes - Teach me how to dance with you 5. time you cried: 2 hours ago watching Dear White People

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: we weren’t officially dating but yes 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: not that I know 9. lost someone special: no 10. been depressed: no 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: hell yes, several times

— fave colours

12. blue 13. green 14. idk

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: yes and the falling in and falling out happened in a very short time 17. laughed until you cried: probably 18. found out someone was talking about you: like talking in bad terms about me? I don’t remember because idgaf 19. met someone who changed you: I guess you could say that 20. found out who your friends are: I know who they are 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: yes actually, and she’s my ex now

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: a ridiculously small amount 23. do you have any pets: one goldfish 24. do you want to change your name: I wanted to when I was a kid, but not anymore, now I like it 25. what did you do for your last birthday: exams 26. what time did you wake up today: 13h13 (1:13 pm) 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching Dear White People 28. what is something you can’t wait for: the day I’ll stop unconsciously hoping I could get back with my ex 30. what are you listening to right now : a summer music playlist 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I have 32. something that’s getting on your nerves: too many things 33. most visited website: youtube I guess 34. hair colour: brown 35. long or short hair: short 36. do you have a crush on someone: not atm 37. what do you like about yourself: probably my independence 38. want any piercings: not atm 39. blood type: A+ or A-  I can’t remember 40. nicknames: I have several and I gave some of them in my last tag thing 41. relationship status: single 42. sign: taurus 43. pronouns: she/her but I’m wondering how I would feel about he/him 44. fave tv show: used to be the 100 but now idk, it changes every time I’m watching a show 45. tattoos: nope 46. right or left handed: right 47: ever had surgery: yes 48. piercings: do earrings count as piercings? 49. sport: I don’t do lot of sport lately, but I’m trying to get back to it 50. vacation: no vacation for me this year, only summer job 51. trainers: wut

— more general

52. eating: I’m trying to eat as healthy as possible 53. drinking: water and a lot of alcohol, particularly beer 54. i’m about to Watch: Orange is the new black (for the first time) 55. waiting for: the day I’ll be a dapper 56. want: muscles 57. get married: this is absolutely not something I see as necessary, but we must never say never 58. career: ideally ethologist, but I’m still a student so the future will bring me the answer

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: why choose? 60. lips or eyes: depends 61. shorter or taller: shorter 62. older or younger: I’ve been with both older and younger women, which makes me say idc 63. nice arms or stomach: stomach! 64. hookup or relationships: they both lead to problems so 65. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: no 67. drank hard liquor: once 68. turned someone down: yes 69. sex on first date: I’ve done it before and I would do it again 70. broken someone’s heart: yes 71. had your heart broken: oh boy... yes 72. been arrested: no 73. cried when someone died: uh yes of course 74. fallen for a friend: no

— do you believe in

75. yourself: veeery rarely 76. miracles: no 77. love at first sight: no, but attraction (like real magnetic attraction) yes 78. santa claus: no 79. angels: I do when I see how sheerly good some people are

— misc

80. eye colour: brown 81. best friend’s name: Martin 82. favourite movie: James Cameron’s Avatar, or maybe Sucker Punch, or maybe another one, who knows 83. favourite actor: Katie McGrath 84. favourite cartoon: I don’t have one

I’m tagging @tht-lesbian-fangirl @whosophia @artigas1066 @tiredofthehumanrace @tartineofthelezzteam @thefriendlychiip @crazyintheeast @force4kenobi @commanderofcandles - feel free to ignore

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

Gotham 4x15 (spoilers below)

-And we open with Martin, the adorably creepy lil child who will probably turn into a genius supervillain someday, considering with what a sweet smile he follows the instructions that will lead to the demise of his ugly captors.  I hope he lives long enough for that, because if there is one thing I don’t want to see on Gotham again it is the murder of a child *cries quietly thinking of Alex*  

And OMG it is Ed/the Riddler who just rescued him, “sent by Uncle Penguin” lol ALSO Ed is gonna take Martin out of ice cream that’s sweet.  I mean the kid probably needs therapy and a psych check but yes, he definitely should get some ice cream, Sofia tried to murder him once already

-Sidenote:  I love the Gotham skyline with the distant beautiful skyscrapers but if you look closer, at the darker buildings, shorter, uglier, with smoke and smog, you’ll see all manner of poor and broken things

-OMG so Samson just killed a man in front of his family and I am sOOO ready for Lee to somehow get back her power and absolutely destroy him (she looks so good in black...)

-WAIT I THOUGHT JIM AND HARVEY MADE UP IN THE LAST EPISODE WHY IS HARVEY ALL LIKE YEAH AFTER WE TAKE DOWN SOFIA I TAKE DOWN YOU??  (come on Gotham, why do you have to be so realistic as to make the healing process long and painful?  or wait, he just said, I will personally make sure you pay, so maybe he’ll just have Jim pay for all his alcohol therapy from now on?  please?  I need my cop brotp!)

-LOL SELINA BREAKING INTO WAYNE MANOR AND RUMMAGING THROUGH ALL HIS CANNED GOODS

Selina:  DUDE WHY DON’T YOU HAVE ANY FOOD

Bruce: ummm cause I was a jerk and kicked Alfred out for a few months and I lived on like takeout and club food and Alfred hasn’t had time to hit up a grocery store?

aww Selina wants to return the stuff she stole from the family whose patriarch Ivy turned into a miniature garden AND she doesn’t want to bother Barbara with it, because, yeah, like Barbara would care?  SO SHE GOES TO BRUCE INSTEAD!  AND HE DOESN’T LET HER DOWN OR CHASTISE HER OR ANYTHING HE JUST SEES SHE IS TRYING TO MAKE WHAT AMENDS SHE CAN AND HE IS LIKE GIVE ME LIKE FIVE SECONDS I’LL GET YOU SOME CASH AND HE GOES OFF AND SELINA JUST—SHE JUST SMILES!  BECAUSE BRUCE HAS HER BACK AND SHE HAS HIS!  THESE TWO! WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!

-BAHAHAHAHA Oswald guessing the answer to the rhyme and then guessing the meaning of the answer a split second after, too late

mmhmm sweet old grandma in the candy store used to skin people and stuff like par for the course in Gotham good grief

-YAAAASSSSS VICTOR ZSASZ THE SASSY ASSASSIN IS BACK AND MAKING HILARIOUS HAND MOTIONS WHILE LOOKING QUITE UNIMPRESSED WITH SOFIA’S RAGE ISSUES

-so like Victor’s all cool with killing the Penguin off (and is gonna take a buddy along with him) but I still want to know what would happen if he ever found out Sofia was behind her dad’s death...

-GUYS CAN WE JUST GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE OR SOMETHING FOR HARVEY BULLOCK, WHO HAS GOT A LOT OF ISSUES AND SOMETIMES SAYS HE IS A COWARD BUT THEN WALKS DOWN THE MIDDLE OF A HALLWAY TOWARD NOT ONE BUT TWO EXTREMELY DEADLY ASSASSINS POINTING A GUN AT THEM

“I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU TWO ARE HERE AND I DON’T CARE. WALK AWAY”  you’re a good man Harvey

-Victor: Harvey do yourself a favor and walk away, give us Penguin and live to get drunk another day, hmm?

LOL

BUT ALSO

HARVEY SAYS NAH

*sirens go off and Victor and whatshisname look mildly irritated at being interrupted*

Victor: it’s okay we’ll come back

-EXCUSE ME BRUCE AND SELINA ARE ON A DATE IN A STORE LOOKING FOR THAT STUFF SHE STOLE THIS IS AMAZING

Selina:  you’re different

Bruce:  *looks back at her, with a side smile*  HOW.  DO YOU LIKE IT.  DO YOU LIKE ME.  DID I GET HOTTER.  ARE YOU MORE IN LOVE WITH ME

I mean he didn’t say that exactly but that’s totally what he was thinking

Selina:  you’ve been the world’s greatest DOUCHEBAG but now...you’re nOt   (OK LIKE THE INFLECTION OF HER VOICE SHE IS SO FREAKING HAPPY TO KNOW THAT HE HASN’T REALLY TURNED INTO THE SPOILED BRATTY JERK SHE SAW AT THE BAR)

-OMG THESE FREAKING KIDS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH LOOK AT THEM ALMOST LITERALLY DANCING AROUND EACH OTHER FLIRTING AND BRUCE TRIES TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEING A GRADE A JERK AND SELINA IS LIKE SAVE IT *SMILES* YOU’LL PROBABLY BE A JERK AGAIN LATER AND SHE tOUCHES HIS chEEK with her HAND AND SLIDES IT ACROSS HIS SKIN ALL SEDUCTIVELY AND BRUCE IS ABSOLUTELY DONE FOR HE JUST SMILES AND SAYS I MISSED YOU TOO BUT HE IS INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND WILL NEVER STOP

Selina:  *messed up*

Bruce:  great

Selina:  YOU REMEMBER WHAT I SAID ABOUT BEING A DOUCHEBAG?!

-At this point, a brief, glorious fight ensues, in which Bruce and Selina beat up the bad guys and Selina CATCHES A GUY’S ARM WITH HER WHIP SAVING BRUCE FROM GETTING SHOT AND THEN BRUCE PUNCHES HIM OUT

Bruce: *destroys a guy and takes his stuff, also drops hundreds of dollars of cash on him* JUSTICE

-so Oswald and Ed are teaming back up which should mean for some fun times for some people and death times for other people...but Martin is safe so that’s good.  LOL and Ed gives his hat to Oswald to hold?  but Penguin does NOT have time for Ed’s explanations, come on Oswald, let Ed have his day

-ohhh dear I have a feeling that Ed/the Riddler is gonna be pulled back and forth between Lee and Oswald for the foreseeable future?  or are they going to team up to destroy Sofia?

-BAHAHAHAHAHAHA ED’S BACK UP PLAN TO LEE HELPING THEM IS TO PUT OSWALD IN ICE AND HAND HIM OVER TO SOFIA LIKE “A CHILLY TROJAN HORSE” OMG

Oswald:  HELL NO

-So Grundy...is living in tunnels under the city??  with...loads of candles?? ?

-Ed:  guess what I’M SMART AGAIN

LOL look Cory Michael Smith kills this role that’s all I have to say

-UM Ed pretty sure you’re about to get beat up by Butch Gilzean (so wait BUTCH is the one who likes atmospheric candles?!)

-some days I look at Oswald and I’m like....boi you’re short

-Lee:  *tries to work with Oswald and Ed to destroy Sofia*

Ed and Oswald: *disappear*

Lee:  *eyeroll* WHAT DRAMATIC IDIOTS I’VE GOTTA DO EVERYTHING mYSELF

-LOL I’VE MISSED HARVEY HAVE-SERIOUSLY COMPLAINING ABOUT JIM TO JIM

Harvey:  how did Nygma get in touch with penguin anyway

Jim:  I don’t know

Harvey:  nothing is ever easy with you is it.  It’s always like, find Lee and then she’ll point us to Ed and then we’ll find Penguin and he’ll tell us where to find Pen

-ALSO

RIGHT AFTER THIS

PENGUIN APPEARS (HE HAS NO MANNER OF LUCK AT ALL)

-OMG HARVEY “We’re looking for an Arkham escapee, about yea high, mommy complex” LOL

-honestly I’m kinda surprised that Oswald hasn’t had a heart attack yet the way he gets so worked up about stuff

-sooo Jim agrees to let Oswald go if he gives them information, and then he goes to shake his hand?  I mean, like they have this really bizarre not exactly a friendship thing...I guess it’s Oswald has always considered himself Jim’s friend (in whatever strange way that is) and Jim doesn’t consider Oswald a friend but he knows him well enough to use that to his advantage...and honestly they’ve helped each other out of enough scrapes

-but also Harvey is now the WE DON’T MAKE DEALS WITH THE DEVIL.  Which like I totally get and Penguin has proven himself to be a volatile, murderous element, but its weird to see Harvey so worked up about being a clean cop when he used to hobnob with crooks all the time...is it just because he had grown to respect Jim’s honor and goodness so much?  And when Jim fell off his pedestal, Harvey was destroyed by that?  And wants Jim to be better again? 

-Victor: *shows up*

Me:  you’re here to do bad things and impede the good guys but nevertheless I am so glad you are here

Victor:  do you need Penn?  is he important?  yes, that’s his yes face

Me:  *cracking up* I do indeed love you Victor

-LEE SAVES OSWALD  (in a dinky little car that all those bullets should have gone through like it was paper)

-Barbara’s having a few issues...resurrection will do that to you (I’m pretty sure she legit died earlier, has that been made clear yet? I don’t remember, but there was that thing with Ra’s...was it confirmed she was dipped in the Lazarus pit?

-how on earth is Ed gonna get out of this mess?  Oh he’s not. Oops

-Sofia:  kill Penguin!!  GET PENN!!!

Victor: yeah sooo Penn, Penguin, where are we priorities-wise? BAHAHAHAHAHA

-Penguin:  *goes off on one of his rants* you can’t freeze me yet!!!

Victor Fries:  ...don’t care

ICONIC

-I THOUGHT THE BATCAT SCENES COULDN’T GET ANY BETTER I WAS WRONG!!! So like Bruce and Selina are in Bruce’s kitchen, and Selina is just...fidgeting with the jewelry and Bruce is prepping ice for his bruises but then Selina asks him to return the jewelry for her because she feels so GUILTY and Bruce my beautiful wise understanding compassionate son tells her JUST what she needs to hear—that the guy’s death was NOT her fault!!!  HE IS SO QUIET AND KIND TO SELINA

Selina:  *hunched over the counter, darting quick looks at Bruce* (OMG SHE PROBABLY THINKS HE WILL BLAME HER TOO)

Bruce:  *looking handsome and serious in his black turtleneck* *leans over the counter and gazes at Selina*  you did NOT kill Roland Charles

Selina:  but...I was there...and what am I supposed to say—I stole your jewelry, I’m sorry?

Bruce:  sometimes that’s enough

AWWWWWWWW MY BEAUTIFUL PRECIOUS CHILDREN I’M SORRY I CAN’T I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS THROUHOUT THIS CAMREN AND DAVID ARE SUCH FREAKING GOOD ACTORS MY GOSH THE WAY BRUCE AND SELINA LOOK AT EACH OTHER WOW

-Sofia’s goon is torturing Ed yet the man still has not a single hair out of place like what kind of gel are you wearing again?? ?

-Ed: *RIDDLES AWAY*

Sofia:  TELL ME WHERE PENGUIN IS

Ed:  I AM TELLING YOU YOU’RE JUST TOO STUPID TO FIGURE IT OUT LOL

-Penguin rolls in all frozen in ice and Ed starts laughing OMG I GET IT OSWALD USED ED’S BACKUP PLAN AFTER ALL

-Victor Z:  *looks at Ed, then Penguin, then Sofia*  I’m not even gonna ask

-Jim and Harvey walk into the weird looking place where Penn is

Harvey:  *in his flattest voice* what fresh hell is this

Me: yeah WTF

-Penguin has the chance to go save Ed (with whom he has had ISSUES) or to go wreak his revenge on Sofia...I’m betting he goes to save Ed.  Make good choices dude

-GAH THEY SHOT JIM

-IS THIS THE FINAL SHOWDOWN WITH SOFIA?!

-YAASSS HARVEY STILL CARES ABOUT JIM AND WANTS TO PUT HIS HEALTH BEFORE EVERYTHING

AND JIM IS STILL A BRAVE SELF-SACRIFICING FOOL AND GETS SHOT AGAIN

AND SOFIA STALKING/FLOATING DOWN THE KITCHEN HALLWAY LIKE A DARK ANGEL OF DEATH

-LOL Victor and Headhunter fail in their mission AGAIN

Victor:  can’t catch a break today.  let’s go get a milkshake

BAHAHAHAHA

-AHH JEEZ SOFIA KEEPS SHOOTING JIM STAHP

-Sofia:  beg me for mercy

Jim:  GO TO HELL

YAASSS SOMETIMES JIM IS AN IDIOT BUT HE IS STILL FREAKING AWESOME

WAAAAIIITT OMG OMG OMG LEE JUST KILLED SOFIA SHE DID THAT

LEE YOU ROCK!!!!!

-Ed is so DONE with stupidity

-aaaannnnd I called it.  Oswald ditches his revenge schemes to go save Ed

Oswald:  trust is hard to find, but I trust you Ed

Ed: a horrible decision really

But for real though these two psychos are friends again and there are going to be hijinx upcoming you can be sure of that

Ed:  I have a STRONG desire never to see this pier again

Oswald: SAME

-aww Harvey is sitting by Jim’s bedside...THE BROTP LIVES

-WIAT WHAT SOFIA IS IN A COMA SHE ISN’T DEAD?!?!!?!  SHE HAD A BULLET IN THE BRAINPAN SQUISH!  HOW

-I freaking love Harvey, telling Jim to get over himself and take the hard path of not confessing but keeping his job, living with his guilt, and working hard to save Gotham.  

Harvey:  it’s what this city needs

Me:  that’s what Gotham needs right now, not a fallen hero, but a white knight...Bruce will cover the dark vigilante who works outside the parameters of the law for you

-Lee: *gets all vicious on a crook who freaking deserves it*

Me: good on you...but also...yikes

-um light is spilling out of Barbara, I’m gonna take a guess and say that isn’t good?

[seokjinchuriki]

85 statements

tagged by @mochiminii, its been while since ive been tagged in anything, so thank you miss athena (´ ∀ ` *)

rule: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people (i dont even think i know people oOF)

last

1. drink - a good ol’ caprisun 2. phone call - my mom 3. text message - my best friend oOF 4. song you listened to - love scenario by the one and onLY IKON 5. time you cried - man i cry a lot hdkadhdjkadj i would say this morning???

ever

6. dated someone twice - ... yes   7. kissed someone and regretted it - what is a kiss???????????? 8. been cheated on - sadly yes 9. lost someone special - hasnt everyone? 10. been depressed - still am quite depressed 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - no no no

fave colours

12. gray 13. black 14. white

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - yes 16. fallen out of love - ...idk? 17. laughed until you cried - yeah yeah 18. found out someone was talking about you - sadly yes 19. met someone who changed you - yee  20. found out who your friends are - yes and now i only have oNE 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - i havent been on facebook in so long wdhwkadjhw

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - i dont go on facebook djawkdla 23. do you have any pets - my dog, mickey, and my lovely bearded dragon, larry (aka koobee, aka michael, aka rong)  24. do you want to change your name - i like my name 25. what did you do for your last birthday - i went out to eat with my aunt and best friend and had the time of my life 26. what time did you wake up today - 0700 grOSS 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - having a crisis... and crying a lil 28. what is something you cant wait for - HOBI’S MIXTAPE, THE HIXTAPE 30. what are you listening to right now - to grey’s anatomy in the background 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - yes my uncles name is tom 32. something that’s getting on your nerves - life. yeah, just life. 33. most visited website - youtube !!! 34. hair colour - really dark brown??? it turns orange in the sun? idk 35. long or short hair - long 36. do you have a crush on someone - KIM SEOKJIN HELLO THERE 37. what do you like about yourself - my hair (when it actually cooperates with me) 38. want any piercings? - nah  39. blood type - O neg 40. nicknames - meo (my parents call me this, its cat in vietnamese!), i use to have a bunch but- yeah- 41. relationship status - im in a relationship, yeah... how? idk 42. zodiac - taurus  43. pronouns - she/her (honestly idc much about pronouns though dhjawkd) 44. fave tv shows - shERLOCK dhwkjdhwak ive been rewatching grey’s over and over 45. tattoos - nah dude 46. right or left handed - right handed, but i can write pretty well with left too 48. piercings - just typical lobe piercings 49. sport - i used to be in taekwondo, now i dont do anything except sit 50. vacation - i just wanna go back to vietnam, man 51. trainers - trainers???

more general

52. eating - kettle cooked potato chips 53. drinking - some water 54. i’m about to watch - the lion king for the 17th time this week 55. waiting for - the day i can sit and relax 56. want - to make everyone smile and idk, to buy my dad his dream car and my mom a better house  57. get married - not anytime soon 58. career - pharmacist,,, or maybe go into emergency medicine,,, OR a police officer

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hugs 60. lips or eyes - eyes 61. shorter or taller - taller 62. older or younger - older, but not so much older 63. nice arms or stomach - arms  64. hookup or relationship - relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant - man a lil bit of both?

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - nope 67. drank hard liquor - at a wedding once, oN ACCIDENT, it looked like coke  68. lost glasses - nonononono 69. turned someone down - yes, it was hard hdjakwdh 70. sex on first date - nope 71. broken someone’s heart - im not sure? 72. had your heart broken - ... hmmm 73. been arrested - nooo, but ive been handcuffed for my law class 74. cried when someone died - yes 75. fallen for a friend - nope

do you believe in

76. yourself - no, not really, but ive been trying to get back to that 77. miracles - nope 78. love at first sight - nah  79. santa claus - noooo 80. kiss on a first date - not sure 81. angels - have you met bts?

other

82. best friend’s name - kayla 83. eye colour - dark brown 84. fave movie - miss congeniality, lion king, the ultimate: MULAN, cars and cARS 3 (FUCK jackson storm), black pANTHER, dr strange 85. fave actor - SANDRA BULLOCK: thE ULTIMATE, benedict cumberbatch, chadwick boseman, oOF AND LETS NOT FORGET MARTIN FREEMAN

i tag (if you dont wanna be tagged please tell me ٩(◕‿◕｡)��): @hobicorn @jin-kiss @cuteseokjin @1ovemoni @emjooni (ive been offline for so long, me tagging some of you if probably a shoCK)

[hannahindie]

85 Statements!

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

I was tagged by the absolutely amazing @ultrafandomcat Thank you so much for tagging me love!

Last

1. Drink - Cherry Coke

2. Phone call - The dude from Ink in a Blink.

3. Text message - not a text technically, but @pinknerdpanda! <3

4. Song you listened to - As The Jurassic World Turns (Jurassic World Soundtrack)

5. Time you cried - Umm...sometime earlier this week. I found pictures my grandmother who just passed away took at my wedding last year.

Ever

6. Dated someone twice? - Not dated, but talked to. Dumb.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - Oh, yes. Oh my, yes. And Facebook memories just keep popping up the fallout from it. -eye roll-

8. Been cheated on - ...This is weird to answer. No but yes? It’s a weird story. lol

9. Lost someone special - Yes.

10. Been depressed - Yeah

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - Yeeaaaaa. I used to be able to say no to this, and then I got old and my body decided to remind me.

Favourite colours

12. dark purple

13. bright blue

14. dark gray

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends - Yes.

16. Fallen out of love - Nope! Still very much head over heels, thank youuuuu.

17. Laughed until you cried - Yep

18. Found out someone was talking about you - I’m sure people talk about me at work a lot. -shrug- I guess that happens when you get shit done. -flex-

19. Met someone who changed you - Sure have

20. Found out who your friends are - Uhh...I don’t think so?

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - Sure have! -whispers- My husband is my facebook friend.

General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - I’d like to say most of them, but I had a pretty significant time frame where I made alllllllllll the online friends.

23. Do you have any pets - My kitty!

24. Do you want to change your name - I changed my last name!

25. What did you do for your last birthday - I honestly can’t remember. I’m sure I went with my parents, we had a dinner with friends, I think my husband might have taken just the two of us out.

26. What time did you wake up today - 8 a.m.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night - Watching Grey’s Anatomy because I hate myself.

28. What is something you cant wait for - APRIL. I get to see my water bear and my twin and the boys and and and everyooooooooone!

30. What are you listening to right now - People talking about....something. I don’t know. Not paying much attention.

31. Have you ever talked to a person named tom - One of my first close college friends is named Tom.

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves - Wanting to go home and being trapped here. lol

33. Most visited website - Tumblr, Facebook, BeFunky.

34. Hair colour - dark strawberry blonde I guess. Someone said brown once, but I don’t think that’s accurate.

35. Long or short hair - I miss my long hair.

36. Do you have a crush on someone - Yes. -whispers- It’s my husband. Don’t tell him.

37. What do you like about yourself - I’m pretty hilarious.

38. Want any piercings? - I toyed with the idea of getting my nose pierced.

39. Blood type - I have no idea. I live life on the edge.

40. Nicknames - Han, Hanners

41. Relationship status - Marrrrrrriiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeed

42. Zodiac - Pisces

43. Pronouns - She/her.

44. Favourite TV shows - Supernatural, Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, Psych, The Office, Game of Thrones, Sherlock, Grey’s Anatomy (just recently. it’s my guilty pleasure)

45. Tattoos - One, on my foot. It says Amor motis est.

46. Right or left handed - Right.

47. Ever had surgery - Yup

48. Piercings - Yep: I had three on the bottom, but now I have two on the bottom, and the first hole is gauged, I have a regular cartilage piercing in one ear, and an industrial in the other.

49. Sports - I did roller derby for awhile. I am not an athletic person.

50. Vacation - New Zealand, Ireland, pretty much most places, okay, ,thanks.

51. Trainers - My favorite pair are black converse that are super glittery.

More general

52. Eating - I haven’t had lunch...but I had a McGriddle for breakfast.

53. Drinking - Still sipping on cherry coke.

54. I’m about to watch - Nothing. Because I’m trapped.

55. Waiting for - the contractors to be done with my house so I can move in!

56. Want - to go home, and see my parents, and also mooooooove.

57. Get married - I am! It’s pretty great. I thoroughly enjoy it.

58. Career - If I could make money from writing and cross stitching, and be able to survive...that. OR Moving into the ID department. Or an occupational therapist.

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses - I like both very much.

60. Lips or eyes - Eyes.

61. Shorter or taller - Taller, because I’m already pretty short.

62. Older or younger - Doesn’t really matter...my husband is only like a month older than me. lol

63. Nice arms or stomach - Mmm...arms.

64. Hookup or relationship - Relationship, yo.

65. Troublemaker or hesitant - I can be both.

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger - Uhhh...I don’t think so? hahah

67. Drank hard liquor - Oh, yes.

68. Lost glasses - Yes

69. Turned someone down - Yes

70. Sex on first date - Nope

71. Broken someones heart - Yeaaaa....but not on purpose.

72. Had your heart broken - Yep. Facebook thought it would be cool to remind me.

73. Been arrested - Nope

74. Cried when someone died - Yes.

75. Fallen for a friend - Yeaaaaaa.

Do you believe in

76. Yourself - Sometimes.

77. Miracles - Sure do.

78. Love at first sight - I knew when I saw my husband walk across the street to meet me for our first date. Hadn’t even spoken to him in person yet.

79. Santa clause - Why wouldn’t I?

80. Kiss on a first date - That depends.

81. Angels - Yup

Other

82. Best friend��s name - This makes me feel like I am going to make someone sad. They know. lol

83. Eye colour - Blue/Grey with a yellow ring around the pupil.

84. Favourite movie - Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, alllll the Marvel Movies. There’s too many.

85. Favourite actor - Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Simon Pegg, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Chris Pratt, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Zac Efron, Matthew Gray Gubler...there’s so many.

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Flights and Memories - A Stydia Fic

A/N: So this is my first ever Stydia fic, based on a conversation that I had with @cashtonclemmo a few days ago. It’s basically my version of how Teen Wolf should end for Stiles and Lydia, enjoy!

Summary: Stiles has time to kill on his long flight. What better way to do it than to think about how far his relationship has developed with his new wife, Lydia?

Warnings: Me being emotional about Stydia, maybe an overload of fluff, none besides that i think.

Stiles Stilinski felt like the luckiest man in the world. Currently sitting on a plane, a few thousand feet above the ground, the FBI agent was admiring his view of the world outside the aircraft. The sun was starting to set along the horizon, a display of bright colours illuminating Stiles’ field of vision. The young man couldn’t help but relate to the intense shades blending into one another, finally feeling as though everything in life was falling into place after years of chaos.

He remembered when he first grasped the concept of restoring some kind of order back into his life. He was 18 years old. It was the night that he and the rest of the pack had defeated the ghost riders and that awful Nazi werewolf. The night that he and Lydia were finally on the same page about their feelings. She returned to the Stilinski household with him and the Sheriff that night, refusing to leave the younger Stilinski’s side. The pair confessed their feelings for each other, and shared details of what the previous 3 months had been like without the other’s presence. If anything, the distance and slight memory loss on Lydia’s part had just brought the duo closer than ever before. Lydia didn’t want to know how it felt to be disconnected from him ever again, and Stiles? Well, he couldn’t agree more with his girlfriend at the time if he tried.

Stiles watched as Lydia slept in his arms on that very night, clutching onto his t-shirt as if he was her lifeline. Despite her strong grip, this was the most peaceful Stiles had seen Lydia in the decade that he had known her for. Everything that made him happy and content was bundled up in his blankets right beside him. In that moment, Stiles decided that he’d be damned if anything came in between him and his happiness, especially concerning Lydia Martin, ever again.

Stiles’ little walk down memory lane was interrupted when he felt a slight movement on his right shoulder. Turning from the window, his eyes caught sight of an even more beautiful view than the one outside. Like the memory from 5 years ago that he was just reminiscing, Lydia was asleep next to Stiles, her head resting on his shoulder, her strawberry blonde hair splayed out on both of them. Of course, the biggest difference between that night and now was that she was no longer his girlfriend. From today onwards, the two were married to one another, ‘til death do they part.

The last 5 years contained plenty hard times for the couple, that were unconventional to what they were used to dealing with. The supernatural issues had died down a little, but with college separating the two, Stiles and Lydia had new problems to face. With Lydia attending MIT and Stiles in George Washington University, the distance between them was a good 7 hours by car at the least. Stiles was riddled with insecure thoughts, constantly wondering whether he was still good enough for his girlfriend, along with the distance and the guys at MIT who, according to him, were no doubt much better at everything than Stiles was. He had never been one to feel good about himself, so he felt like he would understand if Lydia did decide to leave him. Of course though, Lydia didn’t agree with Stiles’ opinions. A lot of her relationships in the past were unhealthy, but that changed when she was with him. Even before they were in a relationship, Stiles constantly showed Lydia how much he cared for her, which in turn made Lydia care for the Stilinski boy just as much. She never ceased to reassure him of how good he was to her, and more importantly, how no one could ever compare to Stiles in any aspect.

The pair looked out for each other, and always got through things together. With the help of technology, Stiles and Lydia would talk to each other almost every day. From simple texts to snapchats to facetime, the couple remained up to date with each other’s lives. This meant that it was easy to discern when one of them was stressed or worried about something, college work or otherwise. Sometimes they didn’t even need to tell each other that they were specifically stressed; The pitch in Lydia’s voice would rise unknowingly when talking about anything, and Stiles would become more reserved in himself, giving shorter replies and not talking much on the phone. When one of them recognised these traits in their partner’s behaviour, they would drive out as soon as possible to be with them, usually on the closest weekend. They’d comfort each other for as long as needed, and would inevitably drive around in their respective towns, spending as much time with each other as possible before they’d have to separate once more. The drives always occurred in the Jeep, never in Lydia’s car. Stiles always claimed that it was more authentic to drive around in Roscoe, and even though Lydia agreed, she would never admit that to him, knowing that he would just boast about his loyal car with this information.

Stiles smiled down at his sleeping wife, knowing that she’d always be there for him just as much as he would be there for her. He kissed her forehead lightly, running his hands through her soft hair afterwards, knowing how much she loved the feeling of it, especially when she was tired. He knew everything about this woman, the love of his life. She was single-handedly the smartest and most beautiful person in the world, and he couldn’t believe that she was his. Even though they were dating for 4 years before he proposed, and then got married today, over a year later, he still couldn’t fathom that she decided to stay with Stiles when she could literally have any guy that she wanted.

He still remembered how nervous he felt leading up to proposing to the girl of his dreams. He needed it to be perfect, so he enlisted the help of Scott and Kira, planning the event for weeks. When he first spoke to Scott about the idea, he was a complete wreck.

“But Scott, what if she says no? What if she’s never even thought about getting married or what if she doesn’t feel ready to take our relationship to the next level or what if -”

“Stiles!” Scott had to cut his best friend off. He was thankful for supernatural senses, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to decipher a single word that Stiles had just said, all while seemingly forgetting to breathe. Scott stood from the couch, walking over to where his best friend was now frozen from when he was pacing originally. He put an arm on his shoulder and spoke in a much softer tone than how Stiles was speaking just moments ago.

“Listen, dude. Even if I couldn’t hear her heartbeat and smell her pheromones, I’d still be able to tell that Lydia is more than head over heels in love with you.”

Stiles shook his head vehemently, clearly in denial still.

“No but Scott -”

“I wasn’t finished. You’re the best thing that has happened to Lydia, I mean c’mon, she loves you more than she ever loved Jackson -”

Stiles scoffed. “Well yeah, that guy was an A-class douche.”

Scott laughed slightly, then spoke up before his childhood friend could interrupt him once more. “Look, my point is that there’s no one that Lydia would rather spend the rest of her life with. You balance each other out perfectly and she knows it, so if there’s anyone who’s going to marry Lydia Martin, it’s you, buddy.”

Stiles’ face was full of tension until hearing the last thing Scott said. His entire face lit up as realisation hit him, creating a smile so bright that nothing could dim it down in that moment.

“I’m going to marry Lydia Martin.”

The dynamic duo started to set everything in motion from then. Stiles asked Kira for extra help, knowing that she would be able to help in all things Lydia, in addition to keeping Scott and Stiles on track when necessary. Together, the three of them had managed to plan an amazing night.

On their 4-year anniversary, Stiles took Lydia to one of her favourite restaurants. Once there, she gave him a little surprise of her own. She presented him with 2 tickets to the next Mets game, and a voice note that said “It is you that I love, Stiles” in Yoda’s voice, courtesy of a silly app that she had found. He would have proposed to her there and then if it wasn’t for the fact that Kira would kill him if he didn’t go through with the original plan.

Dinner was followed by one of their famous night drives. Stiles wouldn’t let up on where he was taking her, much to Lydia’s annoyance, and they eventually ended up at the beach. They walked hand in hand along the seashore, talking about anything and everything like they always do. After a short while, Stiles led her to a part of the beach that she hadn’t seen on the drive up, nor when they were walking. It was hidden away behind a few shacks, but looked gorgeous nevertheless. A load of fairy lights were strung up overhead, illuminating the space around them perfectly. A piece of string was attached between two posts, with photos of the couple throughout the years hung up on it. Lydia gasped when she saw the setup, running to inspect the photos more closely.

“Stiles, this is really cute!” She kept her focus on the pictures of her and her boyfriend, admiring how happy they look in each one. She called his name again when she didn’t get a response the first time, and when he didn’t reply again, she turned around to see where he was.

Stiles was exactly where Lydia had left him, except now he was down on one knee, with a black velvet box in his outstretched hands. She gasped again in shock, tears welling up in her eyes as she walked over to him.

“Lydia Camille-Grace Martin, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. We’ve known each other since the 3rd grade, although you didn’t really notice me until sophomore year of high school. I’m really glad you did notice me though, because it’s what inevitably started this beautiful relationship between us, even if it did take a while. The last 4 years have been the best years of my life, and don’t tell Scott this, but you’re definitely my favourite person. You’re incredibly smart, and your beauty is too great to be described by ordinary words, along with your personality which never ceases to amaze me every single day. We’ve been through so much together, more than the ordinary couple have, and we’ve both been in our fair share of dangerous situations. Situations that make you appreciate who you love, and make you want to cherish them even more if you got the chance to be with those people again. Lydia, I want to show you how much I appreciate you for the rest of our lives. I want to dedicate every ounce of my time into showing you the love you deserve. You make me the happiest man alive just by being near me, and if you’ll let me, I want to make you feel just as happy as you make me. So, Lydia Camille-Grace Martin, will you marry me?”

Lydia didn’t know when the tears in her eyes had started to fall, but once they did, they didn’t stop, which brought Stiles to tears as well. Here she was, enjoying her life with the one person that never doubted her, that always supported her, and he’d just offered a chance of forever with him. She loved this man more than life itself, and before she even realised she was doing so, Lydia was saying “Yes” repeatedly. She couldn’t stop crying, but she was the happiest she had ever been in that moment, and it was all because of Stiles.

Stiles’ face mirrored the happiness that Lydia was feeling. He stood up, placing the gorgeous ring onto her ring finger, immediately kissing her straight after. A state of euphoria cascaded over the both of them, more than beyond excited to spend the rest of their lives together.

It was eventually Lydia who had broke away from the kiss first, looking down at the ring that accompanied her left hand. She didn’t take the time to look at it before, too caught up in Stiles’ words, and then in his arms. It was simple, yet still beautiful. A polished silver band wrapped around her finger, a magnificent diamond placed perfectly in the middle, with the initials ‘M.S’ and ‘L.M’ engraved on either side of it. She’d only seen it for a few seconds, but already it meant more to her than he’d ever know.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when her boyfriend, now fiancé, spoke to her softly.

“Do you like it?”

She simply smiled, even more than before if that was possible, and looked directly into his chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s beautiful Stiles, I love it. Thank you.”

He was more than relieved, happy that she liked his choice so much. He kissed her temple, in addition to pulling her closer into his arms, and sighed. “A beautiful ring for a beautiful woman. Happy anniversary, baby.”

She laid her head on his shoulder, embracing the bliss that she was feeling, until a thought crossed her mind. She pulled away from him slightly, giving him a light hit on the chest as she looked up at him. The hit had nowhere near enough force to actually hurt Stiles, but he still exaggerated when he said “Ow! What was that for?”

She knew he was joking, which is why her tone was only semi-serious, laughing halfway through. “This is why you didn’t tell me that we were going to the beach when I was asking in the car! You know how much I hate waiting for surprises!”

Stiles laughed with his entire body, practically shaking as he heard what Lydia just said. His head was thrown back, joy consuming him completely, and Lydia wanted to see him like this every day.

When he finally calmed down, Stiles looked playful with a little smirk on his face, and responded with “So I should have just told you when you asked? I’ll make sure to do just that next time.”

Before Lydia had the chance to respond, Stiles started walking off, further down the side of the beach. When she understood what he had just insinuated, she shouted “Wait! What do you mean next time?!” and ran after him. Her attempt to catch up to him was feeble; he heard her running and ran even faster, both of them laughing and being carefree together.

Stiles chuckled to himself as he thought of the memory, not caring how crazy he might look to other people. The sound and minimal movement from him was what woke Lydia up, seeming confused in her sleepy state.

“What are you laughing at, Stiles?”

He looked down at her, finding the mix of confusion and sleep on her extremely adorable. “Sorry, I was just thinking back to when I proposed. Do you remember how you reacted when you realised why I wanted to surprise you?”

She smiled at the memory, neither confusion nor sleep now evident on her face. “Yeah. Still thinking about proposing again?”

He couldn’t help but laugh again, a little quieter this time. “Nah. I think I’m happy with what I’ve got at the moment.” He followed his statement up with a wink, something that still gave Lydia butterflies to this day.

“Oh yeah? Anyone special?”

He took her hand in his, squeezing it slightly, never breaking eye contact as he spoke. “She’s definitely something. She’s like, ten-thousand percent out of my league, but today she and I got married. I guess miracles do happen, huh?”

Lydia had to put her head on Stiles’ shoulder in order to hide the blush that was taking over her face. “You’re such a cheeseball, Stiles.”

He took his hand out of hers, deciding to hug her instead, whispering into her ear. “Maybe, but you love me anyway so it doesn’t matter.”

The last year seemed to fly by for Stiles, Lydia, and the rest of the pack. Months of preparation and effort from everyone had led up to this day. To say both sides of the wedding party were excited was an understatement. Stiles had always experienced nervousness as a side effect of being excited though, and it had never been as bad a case as it was on the morning of his wedding day.

He was getting ready with his best friend and best man by his side, Scott McCall. The two had been friends since they were 4 years old, so it was only fitting that Scott was the only person capable of calming his best friend down besides the bride herself.

“Stiles, listen to me, okay? You and Lydia have been planning this for over a year. You’ve been together for 5 years, and I know for a fact that you’ve thought about this day even before that.” Scott paused, laughing at the thought of a younger Stiles, completely obsessed with everything that included Lydia Martin. “You’ve already got the girl, and after today you’ll have her with you for the rest of your life. You’re ready for this.”

Stiles appreciated Scott’s words, and even agreed to some extent, but he still felt uneasy. He looked from his hands, unsteady and shaking, up to his best friend. “I know, Scotty. The thing is, I’ve thought about this for so long that it has to be perfect. I can’t screw this up, for me or her.” He glanced down once more, his hands still moving on their own volition. “What if I mess something up, Scott? What if I have a panic attack in the middle of it? Or if-”

Scott sighed, being used to Stiles’ nervous ramblings by now. “You’re doing that thing again where you think too much and then become nervous about everything. It’s simple. You have no doubt in your mind that you want to marry Lydia, right?”

Stiles simply nodded, worried that if he spoke then he wouldn’t stop.

“And Lydia feels exactly the same way about being with you. When you’re out there in a few minutes, don’t think of everyone watching you. Don’t think about your dad, or the pack, or even me. Think about her. Focus on her when she walks down the aisle, and only her. That way, you won’t feel like you have to impress everyone else in the room, just her. You’re good at doing that Stiles, you always have been.”

So, Stiles did exactly that. When Lydia walked down the aisle with the Sheriff, she was the only thing that he saw. He was about to marry the woman that he’d loved since before he knew what love was, and suddenly he forgot why he was nervous in the first place. She was his world, and he was hers, so he didn’t need to worry.

He watched as she came closer to him, a tear falling from his eyes. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever laid eyes on, and that wasn’t even the greatest thing about her. Lydia approached him, the Sheriff standing to the side as she reached his son. She wiped his eyes, her own showing evidence of tears also. They were wiped away by Stiles, the couple smiling adoringly at each other, before the ceremony began.

The event had happened without a single hitch, and before they knew it, Stiles and Lydia were officially married. After their first kiss as a married couple, Stiles turned to Scott, giving him a little fist bump that was only noticeable in close distance. Lydia didn’t miss it however, laughing at how some things never change. She wouldn’t have it any other way though, and gave Scott a warm smile to say thanks, knowing how crucial he was in getting both Stiles and Lydia in this position today.

The reception was an eventful one, to say the least. Filled with laughter and happiness, the entire pack was at peace for once in a very long time. Nearly everyone that mattered to the happy couple were surrounding them. Derek, Isaac, and Liam made up the groomsmen, with Kira, Malia and Hayden being the bridesmaids. Kira took on the double role of maid of honour also, making her just as important as Scott in the preparation for today, if not more so.

The only people who hadn’t attended either weren’t around anymore sadly, or they couldn’t make it. Lydia’s father had made a lame excuse about how he wouldn’t be able to cope if he had to be in a room with her mother, though he did try to back it up with how happy he was for his daughter. Stiles felt upset for her, and was more than mad that her father didn’t even consider going for Lydia’s sake. He watched her enjoying everyone’s company and leaned in to talk to her, quiet enough that people with human hearing couldn’t pick up on it.

“I’m sorry that your dad didn’t come today. I know that deep down you would have loved if he was the one walking you down the aisle instead of my dad.”

She held his hand under the table they were currently sitting by, speaking in the same quiet tone that Stiles had used. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re right, even though I resented my dad for making me choose between him and my mom when I was 16, a part of me still wanted him to be there for me on my wedding day. He chose not to come though, and maybe that’s for the best. You know I haven’t had the best relationship with him since he and mom divorced, and with the lack of contact, I feel like he doesn’t really know me that well anyway. I’m not the same person that I was back then, and he barely knows about the things I’ve gone through since he left. If he wasn’t there for me during my most vulnerable days, I don’t see the point in him wanting to celebrate the happiest day of my life with me. He’d also be a real pain for my mom, and I wouldn’t want her to deal with that, not on today of all days. She may tell me that she’ll be fine with him being here as long as I’m happy, but they weren’t happy when they were together, so seeing him again at her daughter’s wedding day would probably bring back some painful memories for her too. Besides, I’d rather have a father-in-law walk me down that actually cares for me than my biological dad who practically wants nothing to do with me. So, thank you for asking your dad to do that for me Stiles, it means a lot.”

This wasn’t the first time that Stiles was rendered speechless by Lydia, but it was the first time she made his mind go blank also. Usually when he’s impressed by her, a million thoughts race through his mind all at once, making it difficult to filter through them and articulate them properly. This time though, he really wasn’t expecting her to be so okay with the situation at hand. This is the one day that is supposed to be perfect for her, and she’s perfectly okay with not having her own father there with her? All Stiles knew was that he loved her so much, and that he was incredibly proud of how far Lydia had come along. 16-year-old Lydia wouldn’t stand for this, making sure that she would get the stereotypical ideal wedding even at the expense of others. The Lydia sitting right next to him though no longer cared about doing things for the sake of doing them, instead making decisions to make the people that she loves happy, which in turn made her feel happy.

Stiles still hadn’t figured out an appropriate response to his wife’s great monologue, so he did the next best thing. He kissed her as if his life depended on it, trying to convey how much he appreciated her through the action. When he pulled away, she seemed happy, but a little confused.

“What was that for?”

Stiles smiled, kissing her cheek this time. “I just… I love you so much, Lydia Stilinski.”

Lydia loved how her name sounded now, almost as much as Stiles did. “I love you too.”

From that point on, Stiles constantly referred to Lydia as Lydia Stilinski. It got a little tedious to some of the guests there, but Stiles didn’t care. He’s thought of marrying this girl since he was 8 years old. Now that it was official, Stiles wasn’t going to let anyone forget it.

Another thing Stiles kept doing at the reception was teasing his wife about the honeymoon coming up. Lydia had let Stiles plan it all, only regretting that decision soon after because of course he wasn’t telling her a single detail about it. Now that they were married, he was taunting her with the countdown to their flight and giving hints that were too vague to try and decrypt. As much as she hated surprises though, she loved Stiles and trusted that he would plan an amazing fortnight away.

It wasn’t until they got to the airport later that Stiles revealed his plans to whisk her away to Paris, a place she had always wanted to visit.

When it was time for the speeches, Stiles was dreading what would be said about him. Usually, he didn’t believe in regret; his policy was to put everything into his actions and move on, or to not carry them out at all. When the people closest to him had the power to exploit the stories around those actions however, on what is supposed to be the best day of his life, his policy didn’t really protect him. He was expecting the worst, so he was pleasantly surprised when his friends didn’t exceed his expectations.

To everyone’s surprise, Derek’s speech was the more light-hearted one of the two. To everyone who knew nothing about the supernatural, the speech just seemed like a bunch of anecdotes recalling Stiles’ funniest moments. The pack however knew that Derek was picking out certain parts of whole stories, for entertainment purposes. Neither Stiles or Lydia minded though, because it reminded them that even through the worst moments of their lives, they still made good memories along the way. So, when the sourwolf joked about Stiles still being a hyperactive spaz that is nowhere near ready for married life, Stiles was only moderately offended.

Scott’s speech took a much more emotional turn. Being the only person that grew up with both Stiles and Lydia, he knew everything that the couple had been through, both individually and together. Due to this fact, Scott must have felt like it was a duty of his to express to everyone about how he has seen his best friend crush on the girl sitting right next to him since they were in the 3rd grade. He explained how he couldn’t be prouder of the two people getting married today, and how glad he was to grow up with them at the same time. Even though she had no doubt about this, Scott promised Lydia that she will always be loved and looked after by his best friend. He then drew his speech to an end, half-jokingly stating that regardless of Stiles’ operative skills, Scott could still beat his ass if he managed to mess this up. By the time the true alpha was finished speaking, Lydia’s eyes were watering once more, along with Melissa, Natalie, and even a slight tear from the Sheriff.

Lydia watched the best man walk out of the venue, obviously wanting to take a breather. She told Stiles that she was going to speak to him, and then left to approach him. They stood side by side, in silence for a few minutes, until Lydia finally broke the peace. She turned to him, watching him take the view in.

“That was a really lovely speech, Scott. Thank you.”

He looked at one of his closest friends, appreciating everything that she had done for both Scott and Stiles over the years.

“It’s no problem… I meant it, you know, about being proud of you two. You’ve both come so far, and you’ve always had each other’s backs through it all, along with mine too. I honestly can’t see Stiles getting married to anyone but you, and I know he will be the best person for you as well.”

She turned back to where she was previously looking, staring at the lush gardens that surrounded the banquet hall. “You talk like you always knew we’d be together in the end.”

He shook his head slightly, smirking as he did so. “I wouldn’t say I knew, but I definitely hoped you would. Hearing Stiles talk about how much he loved you for as long as I can remember, it made me wish that you two would end up together eventually. When you started dating after the wild hunt, my first thought was ‘finally’, not just because Stiles could stop telling me that he loved you so much and start telling you instead, but also because it meant you would both start to receive the love I always knew you both deserved. If there’s one thing that I did know about you guys, it’s that I knew how right you were for each other. You know that saying that talks about soulmates being 2 sides of the same coin? That is exactly what you two are: soulmates. It seems even more fitting that you were his first love as well.”

Lydia thanked the heavens that she was wearing waterproof mascara, otherwise she would have scolded the man next to her for making her cry with his words. She knew exactly who he was thinking of when he said his last sentence, this being the exact topic she came out here to speak to him for. She reached for his hand, holding it comfortably in her own.

“You’re thinking of Allison, aren’t you?”

He nodded, confirming her suspicions. “She would be proud of you and Stiles too.” He smiled, thoughts of his first girlfriend flooding through his mind. “She would have loved to have been here.”

It was Lydia’s turn to think of her best friend. “Yeah, she always was a romantic girl. She’ll always be here though, in our hearts.”

Scott squeezed Lydia’s hand a little, knowing that she missed her best friend as much as he missed his first love. “Yeah, you’re right.” They shared a knowing glance, not having to communicate to know that they were always there for each other, to talk about Allison or anything else when needed.

The moment didn’t last long, Scott ushering Lydia inside, demanding that she get back to her husband and have their first dance together.

When Lydia did find Stiles again, he was standing next to his dad, in what seemed to be a very deep conversation. She didn’t want to bother them, but she did want to dance with Stiles, so she politely asked Noah if she could borrow his son for a few minutes, to which he accepted completely.

When the couple reached the dance floor, Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin started to play. The pair swayed to the song slowly, Lydia’s arms around Stiles’ neck, his secured around her waist. In that moment, nothing else mattered to them but each other and the song. Lydia stared into Stiles’ beautiful eyes, getting lost in them like she had done so many times before.

“What were you and your dad talking about?”

He kissed her forehead, giving her a sheepish smile, almost shy even. “He was telling me about how proud he was of us, and how he knows my mom would be just as proud. What about you and Scott?”

She giggled, laughing at the similarity in their conversations. “Pretty much the same thing. He said how proud he was of us, that Allison would be proud, and she would have wanted to be here too.”

He smiled softly, enjoying her amusement in the comparison. “We did our favourite people proud, Lydia Stilinski.”

She could live in this bubble forever, only being accompanied by Stiles and gentle music. “We certainly did, Stiles Stilinski.”

Lydia had swapped seats with Stiles, wanting to get a closer look of the view as they flew over Europe. Stiles didn’t mind though, he was happy enough to just admire her instead. She turned to him, only to see him already looking at her. Both of their cheeks were hurting with how much they were smiling, but neither of them cared. Lydia turned to the window once more, leaning back into Stiles this time so that her back was against his chest. He rested his head atop hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She looked up at him as best as she could. In a soft whisper, she asked “Can you believe we’re married? I still can’t.”

He looked down at her, falling in love with her all over again like he does every time he looks at her. “Me neither.”

She spoke so quietly that he almost missed it, despite being so close to her. “I love you, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski.”

He pulled her closer into him, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I love you too, Lydia Camille-Grace Stilinski.”

They both looked towards the window once more, looking forward to what the next two weeks had in store for them, and every day after that too. They were at peace, knowing for sure that regardless of what life attempts to throw at them, they’ll get through it, together.

[salzspektrum]

✨ 92 Statements ✨

I was tagged by @nightsky7ibra, thanks Lara my gurl <3

RULES: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: peach ice tea, my main hoe (yes I do have shitty teeth btw)

2. Phone call: my mom called me last night and I missed it lol

3. Text message: “a good boi, a loveable boi” (referring to Lara’s cat in a group chat with her)

4. Song you listened to: “Greedy” by Ariana Grande (shouldn’t this change by the end of the post-writing process tho?? since it’s about the last song??)

5. Time you cried: idk?? Surprisingly I didn’t cry at all this week so I probably cried last week or something, I cry a lot ask my roommate

6. Dated someone twice: dating? who is she? idk her

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I only kissed @immortalpsychocat so far and I don’t regret it *wink*

8. Been cheated on: didn’t happen bc I don’t date

9. Lost someone special: well if this is referring to death then thankfully I didn’t have to experience the death of someone I love, but if this just generally means ‘loss’ then I did lose my best friend like 3/4 years ago idk anymore tbh, but soon after that I befriended @immortalpsychocat so everything’s fine now

10. Been depressed: it’s called depression sharon and the answer is ‘today’

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: march 4th (my cousin’s birthday party, it was the 3rd time I was drunk and the 2nd time I threw up bc of that lol, I didn’t get drunk since then)

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12.-14. blue, green, purple (all shades of these colors)

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes! Some people from university, some on tumblr and my most recently made friend is Lara actually

16. Fallen out of love: for that I’d have to actually have been in love with anyone in the first place so the answer is no

17. Laughed until you cried: today when I watched Dan and Phil’s latest sims video lol

18. Found out someone was talking about you: well there was only one person who blogged about me some months ago but they probably stopped doing that lol

19. Met someone who changed you: hmmm I don’t think so tbh

20. Found out who your friends are: yep, they are good eggs

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: well the only person that I kissed is on my facebook friend list so yes

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I don’t have many facebook friends so most of my facebook friends I know from real life (also I kinda hate facebook and use it like once a month for 5 minutes lmao)

23. Do you have any pets: sadly no but catch me getting a dog and a lizard as soon as I’m financially stable

24. Do you want to change your name: I used to want to do that bc people are too dumb to pronounce it properly after I told them how to pronounce it but now I’m fine with it

25. What did you do for your last birthday: literally nothing

26. What time did you wake up: okay look;;;

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching my brother sending nsfw fanart to my best friend bc they were having a Troll War, once again, it ended with them teaming up against me bc I snaked on her so they both snaked on me

28. Name something you can’t wait for: “The Winds of Winter is the forthcoming sixth novel in the epic fantasy series A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin.Martin believes the last two volumes of the series will be big books of 1,500+ manuscript pages each.[1] They will take readers farther north than any of the previous books, and the Others will appear in The Winds of Winter.[2]Martin has refrained from making hard estimates for The Winds of Winter's final release date.[3] In 2014, estimates based on extrapolation of Martin's writing pace predicted the release date sometime between 2015 and 2018.[4][5] In January 2016, Martin confirmed that he had not met a deadline of October 2015 and an end-of-year deadline that he had established with his publisher.[6] In January 2017, Martin announced that he believed that The Winds of Winter will be released "this year", referring to 2017. However, he also noted that he believed the same thing would occur the previous year.” (source)

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour ago

31. What are you listening to right now: “Scream” by Troy Bolton, Highschool Musical 3 Soundtrack ( don’t fucking judge)

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I don’t think so

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: L     O      L

34. Most visited website: youtube,then tumblr

35.-37. “Lost Questions??? (I’m just talking this over exactly as I found it, I also noticed some numbers missing, for example number 30, but idk man lol)” a fitting direct quote from Lara

38. Hair colour: black with some disgusting red streaks bc the hair stylist didn’t cover my entire hair when she dyed it from frikkin red to black

39. Long or short hair: my hair is currently at boob-length

40. Do you have a crush on someone: lol nope

41. What do you like about yourself: I like my eyes, kinda my eyebrow shape, my figure (except that I don’t like that my arms look like noodles), I like my silly humor, my loyalty to my friends and my enthusiasm for the little things

42. Piercings: [file not found]

43. Blood type: I think O- (yeah I’m kinda fucked with this one)

44. Nickname: Jos, Josi, Josuf, etc.

45. Relationship status: single

46. Zodiac: libra

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV show: game of thrones, sadly

49. Tattoos: none, sadly (yet)

50. Right or left handed: left-handed

51. Surgery: once bc I had a cyst and they had to surgically get that shit out of my mouth (it was somewehre in my jaw idk)

52. Piercing: bruh why are you repeating yourself?

53. Sport: lol exercise?? a healthy lifestyle?? what is that??? but if I had to do something regularly it would probably be swimming, tennis or volleyball bc I actually enjoy these activities

55. Vacation: last vacation would be croatia (dubrovnik, specifically), 2 years ago. next vacation will be crete (panormo, specifically) in august and I’M EXCITED BC I WILL BE TAKING MY FIRST FLIGHT SOMEWHERE JESUS FUCK (where did 54 go)

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: my mom’s a cook so you can imagine it’s good stuff

58. Drinking: usually non-alcoholic drinks since I don’t really fuck with alcohol if I don’t wanna get drunk (since I don’t really like the taste) soo it’s ice tea or water

59. I’m about to: watch highschool musical 3 after I finish this post lol

61. Waiting for: happiness (wow this got depressing real fast) where’s 60

62. Want: [see answer for question 61] oh and money

63. Get married: maybe idk, depends on if I will really want that in my future and also depends on my partner. if it ends up being a woman and austria doesn’t have same-sex marriage until then, well...but atm idek if I want ANY of that stuff tbh, I’m currently figuring out my sexuality and I’m c o n f u s e d

64. Career: something in the field of sociology, whatever the fuck that’s gonna be. My dream would be working for an NGO, maybe write some books maybe I will become a famous sociologist and people will learn about me lmaooo

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: my only kisses so far were drunken pecks so hugs

66. Lips or eyes: eyes 100%

67. Shorter or taller: I don’t have a preference (same goes for my aesthetic attraction to men and women ajajajajajaj)

68. Older or younger: how about people my age, I don’t really wanna be surrounded by kids and old people all the time tbh (I don’t wanna be surrounded by people in the first place but you know what I mean)

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: it’s just fucken body parts my dude did you purposefully leave out 69 so that I can’t make a kinky joke

72. Hook up or relationship: atm? neither. in general probably relationship. but idk if i actually want any of that ever idkkkkk

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: the most hesitant to ever hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no

75. Drank hard liquor: if I choose to drink, I drink the hard stuff bc I wanna get drunk

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: hmm no I don’t think so

77. Turned someone down: does not-going-to-one-of-his-plays-even-tho-he-invited-me-bc-i’m-not-really-interested-in-him count?

78. Sex on the first date: idk if I want sex or dates or both i d k  f a m

79. Broken someone’s heart: lol idk how much the actor dude likes me so maybe

80. Had your heart broken: romantically? no. by someone who used to be my best friend? yes

81. Been arrested: no

82. Cried when someone died: as I said, I didn’t have to experience something like that in my personal life but I did cry when carrie fisher died :(

83. Fallen for a friend: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Hah most of the times no, sometimes I do

85. Miracles: I truly don’t know, maybe

86. Love at first sight: no

87. Santa Claus: WHAT SANTA ISN’T REAL??????????

88. Kiss on the first date: hey man you do you, I don’t care

89. Angels: maybe idk

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: Victoria/Vicky, also known as Fake Hoe

91. Eye colour: green-grey-something

92. Favourite movie: Wonder Woman (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins

why exactly 92 questions tho??

Tagging: @immortalpsychocat @metaforkel @carriestreep @stupida-in-arte @starklinqs @bisexuallaurellance @patethenovice @ripley-stark @frogspears @fiftyshadesofnygma @britanniafork @littletinygothamite @winter-came @alius-alia @okayprincess @red-candy-rocks @clexasbellarke @accidentalkate @gaymickrory @hetpiglet

[notfrayclary]

92 TRUTHS

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose however many people you want to tag!

tagged by @bellhound thank u hon 💙

i tag: @nielsjosten @dobrevninas @darkvaders @lydias-martin @jyyncassian @carl-griimes @karlurbvns @roselooksintothetardis and anyone who wants to do this

LAST

[1] drink: juice [2] phone call: my mum [3] text message: a friend [4] song you listened to: sarah smiles by patd [5] time you cried: ???

HAVE YOU EVER

[6] dated someone twice: haha what’s a date [7] been cheated on: seriously what is it??? [8] kissed someone and regretted it: ya i’ve never kissed anyone [9] lost someone special: yes [10] been depressed: i mean i am depressed now [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: i don’t drink at all

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS

[12] cyan [13] black [14] pink

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

[15] made new friends: nope [16] fallen out of love: nope [17] laughed until you cried: this has never happened to me tbh [18] found out someone was talking about you: i guess?? [19] met someone who changed you: no [20] found out who your true friends are: yes [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: no...

GENERAL

[22] how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: i don’t have tumblr friends... [23] do you have any pets: nope [24] do you want to change your name: nah [25] what did you do for your last birthday: nothing really [26] what time did you wake up: 7:10 [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: she’s literally in the room w me [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i could talk to people tbh [31] what are you listening to right now: oh u know patd songs (when will i stop being an emo fuck) [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: dude no one in bulgaria is called tom [33] something that is getting on your nerves: men but what’s new [35] elementary: done [36] high school: i’m in the ninth grade [37] college: well i wish i’d get there but who know right [38] hair colour: dark brown [39] long or short hair: long [40] do you have a crush on someone: no [41] what do you like about yourself: ? [42] piercings: one on both ears [44] nickname: iri or ira or ini [45] relationship status: single [46] zodiac sign: capricorn [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: doctor who probably [49] tattoos: none [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST

[51] surgery: never had surgery [52] piercing: on my ears [53] best friend: this guy from kindergarten [54] sport: ?? [55] vacation: don’t rememeber [56] pair of trainers: idk

RIGHT NOW

[57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing [59] I’m about to: idk make a gifset probably [60] listening to: turn off the lights by patd [61] waiting for: this week to ends [62] want: f r i e n d s [63] get married: i don’t wanna get married ever [64] career: i’m a student?? in high school??

WHICH IS BETTER

[65] hugs or kisses: well damn how am i supposed to know [66] lips or eyes: eyes [67] shorter or taller: depends [68] older or younger: older [69] romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous i guess [70] nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms [71] sensitive or loud: sensitive [72] hook up or relationship: relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER

[74] kissed a stranger? no [75] drank hard liquor? no [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? yeah i lose my glasses all the tme [77] turned someone down: no [78] sex on first date? no [79] broken someone’s heart? no [80] had your own heart broken? yes [81] been arrested? no [82] cried when someone died? no [83] fallen for a friend: maybe

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

[84] yourself? no [85] miracles? no [86] love at first sight? no [87] santa claus? no [88] kiss on the first date? maybe [89] angels? no

OTHER

[90] current best friend’s name: i don’t have one... [91] eye colour: brown [92] favourite movie: i don’t really like movies tbh

[fatbottombucky]

Life Starts All Over Again *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Prompt: Farmers Market AU: Biker!Bucky - I have a thing for Bucky in a leather jacket, let me live my best life Sharon! Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 4,890

Drew inspiration also from this quote about fall, so forgive me for making this so fucking long it’s because I can’t function below 1,000 words.

A/N: Huge congratulations to @promarvelfangirl you deserve all the followers, I hope some of mine go over and follow you because you’re such a fantastic writer. Hope what I wrote is good, sorry about the whole ‘extra’ I went with it!

I kinda went skipped over the whole “Must be at least 500 words” Decided to add another ‘0′ at the end of 500, I’m finding it difficult to write stuff as just one-shots. This could’ve easily been a three part fic, but I didn’t want to be that person. - Rosalie

Fall is one of the best seasons; it wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was the perfect in-between, the middle ground that was nice and safe. You didn’t have to dress up too warm; a nice jumper would keep you satisfied. The leaves went from vibrant green to dusty oranges, shades of red and yellow if the sun caught the trees just right they’d look almost aflame. Fall, undoubtedly, had the best aesthetic going on. Woollen clothes, crisp fallen leaves and cute coffee houses. The colour palette for fall was to die for too; berry colours, various shades of orange going into red, plus the browns- with the splurge of the occasional mustard yellow thrown in.

Fall also had the best holiday, Halloween. Halloween is possibly the greatest holiday of the year, also the strangest but spookiest too. The stores are lined with Halloween decorations, the candy that comes out and the movies you are able to watch- since it’s socially unacceptable to watch Hocus Pocus in the spring.  Also what comes with fall and Halloween is the pumpkin, traditionally used to eat and cook with but mostly used to carve a scary face into.

It’s why you loved working at the Farmers Market this time of year. Various shapes, colours and sizes, all laid out from biggest to smallest. It made you smile when you watched as kids picked out their pumpkins; a few had been carved beforehand and on display. The smell of pumpkin pie would also float through the air, freshly made from another stall a few down; it was intoxicating and mixed with all the fresh fruits and vegetables. Nothing could beat a good fall farmers market.

Your grandma owned a small fruit and veg shop, although she regularly sold her produce at farmers markets, you quickly stepped forward to help run her small business from the stall, she was getting too old now to sell all the produce herself and her usual help had family problems for the next few weeks. It was a nice atmosphere in autumn, it wasn’t mad panic like in December, and it was just calm and easy.

Today was no different, a few weeks into fall and you were already happy it had begun. The sun was shining through the clouds but the fall breeze dusted your cheeks a pink tinge due to the cold. A thick dark brown jumper kept you from getting too cold, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows as you packaged up a few tomatoes for the older woman before you. Smiling big as she took the bag from you, passing the correct amount of change before moving on down the stalls.

Glancing over to your grandma you see she’s in heavy conversation with a customer, you frowned slightly at the man stood on the other side of the stall. Hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck, thick leather jacket and gloved hands; he seemed just as interested in the conversation as your grandma. He looked as though he should be on a motorcycle with a gang or something, he didn’t look like the type to be at a farmers market or even talking to your grandma.

“Y/N, dear, would you help Bucky with the rest of his stuff. I just remembered I’ve got to go see Bill the Butcher,” Your grandma pulled you from your thoughts, you chuckled slightly.

“His name is Martin, not Bill.” She waved you off before walking down the market towards the Butchers stall way down the market road.

You glanced at the man again, now stood in front of you. Admittedly, you didn’t think he’d be that good looking this close up. He wore a sheepish smile and seemed to have kind blue eyes; he was already carrying a few veggies in a bag.

“So, what else do you need?” You slapped on a smile, figuring just staring at the guy would be way too creepy.

He cast his eyes down to the fruits. “Uh-just a few plums, apples and oranges, I guess.” He sounded uncertain; you nodded once and grabbed a paper bag, grabbing a couple of each. “You don’t usually work here.” It was more of a statement than a question, “I mean I’ve never seen you work here before or even at Dorothy’s stall.” He corrected himself quickly.

“No, this is my first time.” You smiled, pricing up his produce. “Dorothy is my grandma; she needed help for a few weeks on the stall, so I stepped forward.” You shrugged and he nodded once, already handing you the correct amount plus extra, only telling you to keep the change.

There was a silent few seconds before a few people stepped up to the stall to look at the produce, he gave a small smile. “Well, it was lovely meeting you.” He says quickly and leaves just as fast, you watch his retreating figure disappear in the crowd of people with raised eyebrows, what a strange man, is the only thing you think to yourself.

“So, did you help Bucky okay?” Your grandma’s voice startles you, you hadn’t noticed she had come back so soon, you look and frown at her before walking around the stall and arranging the fruits again. “The man I left you with, I trust you helped him out okay?” You nodded at her, shrugging slightly, why was she so fixated on if you helped him?

You glance up and look at the elderly lady, white hair pulled back into a bun. Green knitted cardigan, plus black apron on, slightly shorter than you. “Where’s the meat?” You asked she looked up from her notebook that she carried. “You went to go see the butcher, where’s the meat?”

“They didn’t have what I wanted, so I made a request for tomorrow.” She simply answers, sitting down on the stool beside the stall. “Bucky is the customer that visits the shop regularly, him and his best friend walk me home sometimes if I stay late here. I just wanted to know he got everything he needed,” she shakes her head and you narrow your eyes at the old woman. “What did you think of him?”

You groaned loudly. “I knew it. I knew there was reasons you did that, will you stop meddling in my love life and let me live my life?” You sigh with a slight eye roll, trying to be careful as you rearrange the lemons on the stall.

“It’s been nearly a year since Shayne, I just want you to move on and be happy again.” You nod once, smiling as she smiles back at you. “I’m not going to be around forever, you know that, don’t you?”

“I am happy, I’ll find someone but in my own time. It’s not going to be some dude that occasionally buys fruit from you,” you chuckled and she shrugged as you went back to running the stall. “Besides he’s so, not my type. He’s got that bad boy vibe, I’m not about to get on the back of some motorcycle with a gang member.” Your grandma chuckled at that, rolling her eyes with a small sigh, muttering something under her breath that you don’t seem to catch.

You kept helping around the stall; Bucky would show up from time to time, only talking to your grandma which for some reason that irked you. You didn’t want it to annoy you but it did. You were nice and helpful the first time you met him, you smiled and then he quickly walked off into the crowd.

“Where’s Dorothy?” You look up from your book to Bucky, standing over the stall staring down at you.

“She’s running the shop today, Mandy phoned in sick.” You glance back down to your book, not reading but looking as though you are, “would you like me to phone her? Seems you can’t buy an orange without her assistance,” the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

You quickly glance up to see him nodding slowly. “Its fine, I can buy fruit myself. Just weird not seeing her here, I guess.” He completely brushes off your snide comment, thankfully. Bucky grabbed a bag filling it with a few plums, “I wasn’t even going to buy anything but I felt the need to prove a point.” He places the correct change on the side, smiling once before leaving again.

You instantly feel bad for making such a comment to him. He hadn’t done anything to you, not that it mattered; you shouldn’t have been so bitchy to him. You grab the money and put it away, hoping he’d come back in a few days so you could apologise to him before he told your grandma how much of a bitch you are.

“So, he shows up on days at time but then you won’t see him for weeks at time too?” You asked thoughtfully, your grandma nodded as she bagged up celery and passed it to the man paying. “What does he do for work then?”

Your grandma chuckled. “I made a promise not to tell,” you raised an eyebrow at her curious wording. “For a girl that went to University for Law you aren’t very perspective on picking up details on people, are you dear?”

“You’re too cryptic for a woman your age,” you shot back with a small smile that earned a light chuckle from her in response. “Speak of the devil,” you mutter to yourself as you see Bucky slowly maundering through the farmers market. He smiles politely at other vendors, talking up a storm before grinning at your grandma.

He had opted for his hair down, which was a first. You didn’t realise how long his hair was, it brushes his stubbly chin and he was wearing just a blue jumper and jeans, staple leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He looked good, you hated to admit that. You ignore the easy chatter he had with your grandma, opting to sort through the remaining crates of the veg in the van. Picking up one, despite it being too heavy for you, you huff as you try to carry it over to the stall only for it to be removed from your arms.

“Hey, I totally could carry that.” You argue with the back of Bucky’ head as he nodded slightly, placing it down where your grandma pointed to. “Can you not have someone else do my job, I was fine.” She nodded once; you knew she was rolling her eyes at you to Bucky behind your back. “I’m going for a break,” you sighed, your grandma nodded once as you pulled off your apron and walked away and down the market.

You strolled for a good five minutes in silence, waving at a few people that you knew. Smiling slightly at a family, who had excitable children, they were picking out a few pumpkins to carve.

“Y/N?” You glance over your shoulder to see Bucky jogging up to you, you frowned and turned to him. “Have I done something to offend you in any way? If I have then I am sorry, wasn’t my intention.”  

You sighed and shrugged slightly. “You haven’t done anything, I’m not mad at you, truly.” You tell him only making Bucky frown at you. “It’s just this… season, I guess. Brings back a lot of old memories, thought helping my grandma out would take my mind off of things but it hasn’t.” You try to explain without actually giving away anything to him, he nods once slowly.

“Well, happy that I didn’t cause the bad mood, I tend to have a habit of doing that to people.” You chuckled lightly along with him, “I’ll let you get back to your break, hope the autumn starts looking up for you.” He smiles down at you; you nod once and smile back.

“Hey, wait,” you call slightly and Bucky stops a few steps away and you gesture with your thumb over your shoulder, “you ever had Maurice’s homemade pumpkin pie?” Bucky shakes his head, placing his hands in his jean pockets. “Well, you seriously need to sort out your life choices, honestly. C’mon, that’s if you’re not busy?” You asked he shrugged nodded, smiling as he followed you through the crowd to the van parked, table and chairs placed beside it.

Maurice had been selling his homemade pumpkin pie since you could remember. He was an older man, silver hair and loud personality. He had recently been bringing his son, hoping that one day he would take over the business. You waved with a big grin, earning a smile from both men leaning through the window of the food van.

“Y/N!” Maurice yelled, “I was wondering when I’d be seeing you,” you laughed slightly. “Who is the strapping lad beside you,” he asked, yelling to his son to get you both a slice of pie, on the house, as always.

You placed a hand on Bucky’ shoulder and pulled him closer to see Maurice, “this is Bucky. He has never had any of your homemade pumpkin pie, so I had to bring him along, obviously.” Maurice looked slightly horrified at Bucky, raised eyebrows before turning around and getting two his best slices, even though they always taste the best, no matter what.

Bucky takes both plates and sitting down at one of the made-up tables, you followed with two sets of plastic knives and forks, handing him his. You sit down, nodding for Bucky to take his first bite; he was hesitant but slowly put a piece into his mouth and chewed slowly. It was a few seconds before his eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up and mouthing a small, ‘whoa’.

“Don’t ask about the recipe, I don’t think even his son knows what it is and he’s meant to take over the business soon.” You chuckled eating your own piece; it’s silent for a few seconds.

“You gonna take over your Dorothy’s business?” You glance up and he’s watching you, eating his piece slowly and you shrug, eating another piece instead of answering. “She mentioned you went and did Law at university, what happened? Is that too personal?” He chuckled, “sorry, I shouldn’t ask a question like that, should I?”

You nod slowly, choosing to finish your piece of pie instead of answering, giving yourself time to think of the correct wording. You hadn’t really talked about what happened, not in real detail, not even with your grandma.

“I did that real cliché thing of falling for a guy, jetting off to LA with him and then… it fell apart.” You shrugged smiling despite it, you sighed slightly. “So, nowhere to go and then my grandma needed help, so I ran from LA and… here I am.”

Bucky nodded. “Here you are indeed,” he chuckled finishing his piece of the pie.

“So, what do you do?” You smiled changing the subject, resting your elbows on the table and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “My grandma wouldn’t tell me when I asked, said she ‘made a promise’, so, why so secretive?”

He smirks, a little lift of the left side of his mouth with a raised eyebrow. “You asked about me?”

You shrugged. “Of course, a guy dressed in a leather jacket, bad boy vibes and is talking to my grandma like they’re best friends-“

“We are best friends, thank you.” He interrupts with a playful smile.

“Whatever, I was curious as to why someone like you was interested in being buddies with my grandma. I’m protective; don’t need her getting involved in some biker gang.” You shrugged slightly with a small chuckle at his reaction to that.

He shakes his head, mocking being offended by that. “I am not in some gang, plus I am away on vacation from work, I don’t really want to discuss it.” You raised an eyebrow at his simple brush off of the question, although choosing not to pry, just yet about it.

“I better get back to work,” You stand up and he follows, standing opposite with an awkward smile. “I guess, I’ll see you sometime soon considering you can’t stay away from my grandma too long.” You joke, he laughs.

“I don’t know, Dorothy’s assistant has caught my eye too,” he cheekily winks before walking around you and down the market. You’re left watching after him, mouth agape at that and he looks over his shoulder throwing a little wave and smile.

It had been a few days since you had last seen Bucky, admittedly you had been thinking about him, more than you wanted or cared to admit. There was just something about him that you couldn’t put your finger on, he wasn’t like the usual guys you liked or had even met. It had been a while since a guy had made you feel like this, the last guy left you heartbroken and you didn’t want that again.

You give a gentle sigh as you walked through the farmers market, it had been less busy today and your grandma decided she could handle it on her own. At least you wouldn’t have to see Bucky today, a small part of you hoped you would see him before you left but the smarter part made you walk a little faster in case you bumped into him as you left.

You sighed as you see the crowd thinning out, meaning you were close to leaving the farmers market. The rumbling of a bike engine catches your attention, you lift your head and feet instantly stop at the sight before you. Bucky parking his motorcycle on the side of the road, he ran a hand through his hair and unzipped the tight black leather jacket revealing an equally tight white V-neck underneath. You looked around, quickly turning to a stall and a blush rising to your cheeks; hopefully, him and no one else saw you openly gawking at him.

You blinked a couple of times at the items in front of you, trying to regain your breathing to something normal. Till you feel a tap on your shoulder, you cursed softly and turned, Bucky was grinning widely at you. This is exactly why you didn’t want to see him for this exact reason.

“Hey Y/N,” you smiled and nodded. “You are leaving already?” He asked, nodding to your bag in your hand and jacket slung over under the other.

“Yeah, it’s not that busy today, so I am free to go.” You shrugged and started to pull on your jacket, smiling as he nodded slowly, placing his own hands in his leather jacket pockets.

It’s a moment of silence. “I was actually here to ask if you wanted to, um, go for coffee or something.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Or, you know, I don’t know just… hang out.”

You raised your eyebrows at him; did he just ask you out? You should say no, you definitely need to say no. “Sure, I’m not busy right now.” You cursed yourself, why did you say yes? You should’ve said no but the smile that lights up his face makes you temporarily forget what you just did. “There’s a coffee shop just across the street, they sell great hot chocolates.” You nod to the small coffee house across the street; he nods with a small smile and follows you across the street.

You stand at the counter ordering your hot chocolates before sitting at a table close to the window. You blow on the cup, taking a small sip of the hot chocolate before looking at Bucky. He had taken off his jacket, you tilted your head slightly and narrowed your eyes, he looked oddly familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You shake the thought away, meeting his eyes and smiling shyly as he sipped his own hot chocolate in comforting silence.

“So, I got to be honest with you,” Bucky sighs placing his mug down and you frown a little concerned; he looked tentative about whatever he was going to tell you. “I like you, have since I saw you working on the stall.” He admits a blush creeping up on his cheeks; you flush a light shade of pink at his confession. “You got something about you, a fire within you and I like that. I was wondering... if you'd give me a chance- I mean, can I take you on a date?”

You look down at the table, watching the steam leave your hot chocolate, debating over what he just said to you. Your heart hammering inside your chest, “Okay, sure…” You trail off and look up at him, he grins and you nod shyly. “I’m not getting on your bike though,” you tell him and he rolls his eyes.

Bucky got your number and gave you the details for the date, although the night before had to reschedule due to work issues. He didn’t reschedule this time, thankfully. You dressed in a maroon skater skirt with a white blouse, tights and ankle boots. Your hair was styled to perfection; you had also found an old denim jacket that would keep you warm in the fall evening. A light tap on your door signalled that he was already here for you, you took a few deep breathes before opening the door with a small smile.

He was dressed in his usual leather jacket, a nice white shirt and dark jeans. Honestly, he always looked good so you didn’t expect anything less from him. He holds out a bunch of daisies, you smile and quickly walk to the kitchen to place them in water coming back to find him still waiting, patiently, by the door. Taking his offered arm and walking out, the autumn breeze making you shiver despite you not being cold.

You walk in comfortable silence through the streets, till, “Are we walking to the farmers market?” You asked with a frown. You recognised the walk; you took this walk every day. “You do know it’ll be deserted, right? It’s no longer up and running, not till 9am!” You chuckle.

Your chuckle stops when you see by Maurice’s food van is a table set out, a few pumpkins that were carved earlier today out with a candle inside and fairy lights are strung from trees to the van. You let go of his arm and walk towards the table, eyebrows rising at the cheese fondue set out. You glance to Bucky and see him smiling widely, shrugging despite this being the most thought-out date ever.

He helps you into your chair, sitting in one opposite you and pouring wine too. “I honestly didn’t have you done as the romantic type,” you confess, knowing you’re blushing just from the sheer thought of this.

“When are you going to realise I am not some bad boy in a biker gang?” He asked a hint of amusement laced his words; you shrugged as he rolled his eyes.

“When you tell me what you do for work.”

He nods. “So, tell me something about yourself?” He changes the subject with a small smirk, cocking an eyebrow as he dips the bread into the cheese fondue.

You think for a few seconds, watching him as he eats before shrugging. “Well, I studied law for a year-“

“No, I don’t want to know about that.” He interjects. “Tell me your dreams, aspirations, what do you want?” He smiled a little and you nod slightly.

“I don’t know what I want.” You admit and he nods. “I guess, to be happy. To get back on my feet, maybe open my own stall in a market someday. I’ve done everything everyone else wanted me to do; finding what I want to do is hard.” Bucky smiled and nodded in agreement.

“You’ll find something and you’ll be great at it.” He grinned and you chuckled, shrugging at his optimism. “ Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” He shrugged and you raised your eyebrows at him, not expecting that. “I’m secretly a philosopher, you should know that.” You giggled, throwing a piece of bread at his head.

The rest of the date was full of laughter, flirty comments from Bucky and a lot of blushing on your part. You had finished the cheese fondue, sitting in each other’s company as you watched a tree slowly lose its leaves and fall to the floor. This was the first time, in a long time; you hadn’t brought up your previous relationship. This was the first time, in a long time; you felt that same happiness, if not something more than that.

"I had never been here when no one else is here, it's... nice." You comment, mostly to yourself, looking around at all the empty stalls and deserted street. 

Bucky nudges your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. “Want to start heading back? I don’t want us staying out, might catch a cold.” He smiles, you nod and grab your jacket and begin a slow walk back to your place.

You both laugh as you each try to step on the fallen leaves, listening to the sound of them crunching underneath your shoes. You felt like a kid, almost. Bucky’s laugh was also contagious, it was loud and full body, he’d throw his whole body back and let out the loudest chuckle you’d ever heard. It was endearing as it was funny.

“I had a really good time tonight, thank you.” You smile up at Bucky who was grinning, hands in his pockets as he shrugged, a light blush dusting his cheeks. For a guy that looks edgy, he sure was a blushing nerd a lot of the time.

He chuckles slightly. “Don’t thank me; I should be thanking you for giving me a chance, despite my rugged exterior.” He smirks as you roll your eyes, smiling softly as he sighs looking at you.

You can hear the breeze blowing fallen leaves down the street, you feel it brush through your hair and making you shiver, unless that was caused by the way Bucky was looking down at you. A small smile tugging at his lips as his eyes darted from yours down to your lips; you instinctively licked your lips before standing on your toes. He took that as all the confirmation he needed, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It’s slow and soft, a kiss you didn’t expect from him. He pulls away, a little too early for your liking but his smile is worth it.

“Now I should really thank you,” you slap his shoulder and laugh, kissing his cheek softly before walking up to your home, giving a little wave to Bucky who blows a kiss and walks to his bike, swinging his leg over it and starting it up before driving off. 

You couldn’t help but think of what he had said tonight, Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. It was true, your life had started over last fall when things ended and you had to run back here. Now... it’s starting all over again, for the better, you hoped. 

BONUS: (cause ya girl, had to make this funny because ugh too much cheese, I’m lactose intolerant (for reals))

You frowned as you hear multiple sounds of bike engines, walking around the stall you see in the distance around seven bikers all park. All of them getting off, pulling their helmets off and walking through the farmer’s market crowd. Bucky waved at Maurice before grinning at you; you raised an eyebrow at Bucky looking over his shoulder at the others all waiting for him.

“I knew you were part of a gang.” You grin and he shakes his head.

“It’s not a gang; they’re my friend we’re riding to work, thank you.” Bucky rolls his eyes, you raised an eyebrow. “I’m in a band, it’s literally the most obvious job for me, and you’re not very perceptive are you?” He chuckled as you slapped his arm multiple times.  

You chuckled. “I’m perceptive enough to know you were in a gang,” he sighed softly as you continued to laugh. “Seriously, what is your band called?” You asked and he kicked his foot, pursing his lips looking at you. “Tell me, please?” You asked, fluttering your lashes as he sighed.

“The Avengers.” You died with laughter, right then and there. “Hey, stop laughing. We’re a serious band, I’m the lead guitarist.” He huffs and you stand up, looking at him wiping the tear from the corner of your eye. “We sing pretty deep stuff, thank you.”

You nod, feeling bad that you had laughed at him and his band mates. “I wouldn’t say deep, we have a song about Bucky forgetting his name that one time.” A man, taller than Bucky, with a kind smile chuckles. “I’m Steve, his best friend, you must be the girl that Bucky has written like six-” Before Steve can finish talking Bucky is getting him into a headlock. 

“He wrote a song and named it Farmers Market Girl,” A woman with red hair, the similar black jacket as Bucky’s, shrugged as she picked up a few avocados and placed them into a bag. “Probably, the cheesiest song I’ve had to sing.” 

“It’s funny cause he made cheese fondue for the date, nice joke.” Steve grinned as Bucky looked grumpy, glaring at his friends and bandmates. 

As they all begin to shop around the farmer's market, you look at Bucky with a big grin and he sighs loudly, knowing what you’re going to say. “I cannot believe you’ve written songs about me.” 

“I mean, Farmers Market Girl is definietly about Dorothy but the other five, obviously about you.” He shrugs kissing you softly.

(I don’t know about the ending, honestly, I don’t know what I have written. But it’s a lot. Probably, could delete like 2k words and it’d be better. Also, farmers markets where I am from are weirdly chaotic, so I tried to make this last like what i know them to be, hope it came out well. Hopefully, this goes up at 12pm on Wednesday UK time, I’ll be mid shift on my first day of a new job, so wish me luck lol. Love you Sharon, hope this makes you smile or laugh.  Rosalie)

[sleepwalkwith-me]

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

— What was your last…

1. Drink: Coffee

2. Phone call: a friend called me because she took the bus to my house but she didn’t really know where she had to go

3. Text message: i asked a friend what we would give this other friend for his birthday (surprise, we ended on money. how original amirite?!?!)

4. Song you listened to: mystery of love – sufjan stevens (did i cry listening to this??????? maybe)

5. Time you cried: oh. well. listening to mystery of love haha. i saw call me by your name two days ago and idk why but this song just HITS ME LIKE A TRUCK

__ Have you ever…

6. Dated someone twice: i have never actually dated anyone

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nah mate no regrats

8. Been cheated on: like i said, have never dated anyone, so no.

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: not really, i haven’t been diagnosed or anything. but sometimes i feel like there’s definitely something up with that brain of mine.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Yes. 10/10 would not recommend.

— Fave colours

12. black

13. green

14. yellow

— In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: yessss. i started a new study in a new city, so i met loads of new people. i’m lucky enough to call some of them very close friends already :)

16. Fallen out of love: Love?????? no. but this year i got over this big crush (iguess? a bit more than just a crush lol) that kinda dominated my life for a year or two.

17. Laughed until you cried: i don’t even remember what it was about but yesterdayme and my friend marijn were in the weirdest mood where everything was funny as heck

18. Found out someone was talking about you: no not really? i mean people probably do but who cares you know

19. Met someone who changed you: i wouldn’t say completely ‘changed’ me, but one of my new friends from university does make me a more WokeTM person so i think that counts as positive change right?

20. Found out who your friends are: not in a bad way, but i graduated high school this year, so now i realise that i don’t speak to a few of my old friends anymore and that they were just friends because i saw them everyday.

21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: yeh.

— General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: All of them.

23. Do you have any pets: Noooo, i used to have cute lil bunnies but i have been pet-less for about 8 years i think :(

24. Do you want to change your name: nah. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have the dutch ‘ij’ in my name bc it’s had for non-dutch people to pronounce, but that also makes it cool i guess

25. What did you do for your last birthday: i had 2 exams on my birthday haha, so that was my main activity. But afterwards I went out for dinner and drinks with my friends which was very nice <3

26. What time did you wake up today: 6:30 and i DID NOT LIKE IT

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: downstairs, in my house, pouring myself a tea before going to bed. i came home from a symposium at 23:30 so i needed a little chill out time before i could go to bed

28. What is something you can’t wait for: lots of things!!! things that are happening in the near future, like going to the efteling (dutch themepark) with my friends in a few weeks, going out tomorrow, spending this weekend at my sisters house in amsterdam, or going to mallorca with mah gurlz this summer. But also i can’t wait for things like falling in love!! meeting people that will be in your life forever!!! moving to Utrecht!!! 

30. What are you listening to right now: my mom and dad talking about books they are reading, and the radio (radio 4, classical music) is playing in the background

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: weirdly; no??? at first i was like yeah ofc everyone knows someone named tom but then i couldn’t think of anyone???? weird dude.

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: my own stupid ass bc there are a million things i should be doing rn but what am i doing????? filling in this tag bc i’m selfobsessed ha ha lol

33. Most visited website: tumblr or netflix i think

34. Hair colour: Blonde

35. Long or short hair: not like Really Long but it’s over my shoulders so idk

36. Do you have a crush on someone: i’m crushing 24/7 honey, whether it’s on a celebrity, or a cute guy from my class, or even someone that has been even the tiniest bit nice to me haha what’s wrong with me??? idk i love people man

37. What do you like about yourself: i’m always trying to see the good in people, which some people don’t really see as a positive thing and they tell me that it’s gonna get me screwed over or something but idk i think it’s a good thing

38. Want any piercings: atm i have 3 earrings in my left ear, 2 in my right, and also a helix piercing in my right ear. and boiiiiii do i want more! i really like earpiercings but idk which one to get next yet

39. Blood type: don’t know actually. is that weird? is that something i should know? oh well

40. Nicknames: depends on who i’m with, but a few are: karlit, karliño, karlinna, kar(rie), carlos, and heyitscarry (that’s my snapchat, everyone makes fun of me for it lol), 

41. Relationship status: single

42. Sign: ~~*aquarius*~~

43. Pronouns: she/her

44. Fave tv show: it’s usually the one i’m watching at the moment, but a few overall favs are brooklyn nine-nine, new girl, american horror story, teen wolf, queer eye (!!!), jane the virgin, shadowhunters (i know it’s shit but MALEC IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME ALIVE RN), and oh my i could go on. idk, i just really love shows in general; good or ‘bad’, if they make me happy i’m instantly like ‘yup just found my new fav show!!!’

45. Tattoos: sadly, no

46. Right or left handed: righty

47: Ever had surgery: yeah once when i was little, i think i had something with my ear but i don’t even really know

48. Piercings: like i said, just my ears; 3 normal ones on the left, 2 normal ones + a helix on the right

49. Sport: not anymore whoops but i used to dance and do this weird sport called wheel gymnastics. look it up, it’s fun.

50. Vacation: what about it?? uhmmm upcoming ones are a 3 day trip to berlin with this huge student organisation in may, and a week in mallorca with my friends this summer.

51. Trainers: as in.. shoes? like.. sneakers?? idk, don’t own them. i usually wear converse in summer and my fake dr. martins or my heels in winter i guess haha

— More general

52. Eating: rn? nothing, just had dinner tho

53. Drinking: coffeeeee

54. I’m about to watch: the flash, 3x04 

55. Waiting for: my deadlines and exams to be over so i can do nothing without feeling guilty

56. Want: ???? so many things?????

57. Get married: uhmmmmmmmmmmm not yet 

58. Career: well i don’t have one if that’s what you’re asking. but i’m studying sociology so idk i hope to get a job where i can use my sociology-skills

— Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses: both plz 

60. Lips or eyes: eyes

61. Shorter or taller: shorter

62. Older or younger: ?????

63. Nice arms or stomach: arms fuck me the fuck up

64. Hookup or relationships: depends??? 

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: i think a combination of both would be good

— Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: ya

67. Drank hard liquor: ya

68. Turned someone down: ya

69. Sex on first date: i’m a big ol’ virgin waddup

70: Broken someone’s heart: yes, sadly.

71. Had your heart broken: notreally

72. Been arrested: haha no 

73. Cried when someone died: yes

74. Fallen for a friend: yessssssss 

— Do you believe in

75. Yourself: i go from yes! i am that bitch! to hell no who is this and what does she think she’s doing 

76. Miracles: i mean, not in a religious way or anything. but i think it’s a cute way of naming small, nice, alsmost-impossible things that happen 

77. Love at first sight: i think you can definitely FEEL that you are going to click with someone just by looking at them, but love? no.

78. Santa Claus: in the netherlands we have a slightly different holiday that we celebrate (don’t worry, we also have christmas) where there’s also a man that gives you presents and such. i don’t really remember but my mom always tells me that i very quickly didn’t buy the impossible things surrounding this Sinterklaas. i would always ask questions like; but HOW THE FUCK does he get to every child in ONE NIGHT??? (well maybe i didn’t ask it like that but.. you get it)

79. Angels: nah

— Misc

80. Eye colour: blue

81. Best friends name: Kim, vienna, femke, and estelle

82. Favourite movie: i don’t like ‘favourite’ questions bc i cannot choose man. it totally depends on what kind of movie we’re talking about??? like, i love movies like 17again and mean girls and high school musical? but i also loove movies like call me by your name??? and things like harry potter??? WHAT KIND ARE WE TALKING ABOUT

83. Favourite actor: again... favourite?? there are actors that i think are really talented, there are some that i just like as a person, there are some that i like just bc they play this character? the one that came to mind was dylan o’brien, bc i think beside his looks and nice personality he is an amazing actor (stiles! VOIDSTILES! Mitch rapp! Thomas! wauw what a guy)

84. Favourite cartoon: i don’t really watch cartoons i a m so r ry

85. Favourite teacher’s name: Meneer van Leeuwen. He was my philosophy teacher, but he also teaches physics and ANW (algemene natuurwetenschappen, was BESTE OOIT), and he was my mentor (not the right word sorry idk) for this big endproject that you have to do at the end of highschool in the netherlands). he was truly the BESt.

Thank you @foolishly-fond for tagging me! i’m always a slut for filling things in about myself l o l so i enjoyed doing this. 

I don’t really know who i should tag, and 20 people is a LOT so youknow, consider yourself tagged if you feel like doing this :) x

[buffystylez-blog]

Welcome to the Hellmouth

Original Australian air date: 3 December 1997

Directed by: Charles Martin Smith

Written by: Joss Whedon

Starring: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Anthony Head, Alyson Hannigan, Nicholas Brendon, Julie Benz, Kristine Sutherland, and David Boreanaz

Welcome to What Buffy Wore season one, episode 1, In which we meet our hero Buffy Anne Summers and are introduced to the Scooby Gang, Cordelia Chase, and season 1′s Big Bad - The Master.

A brief recap for the unfamiliar and let’s face it, if you’ve stumbled onto here you’ll be well-versed in the language of Buffy. But anyway, here goes. Buffy and her mother Joyce move to Sunnydale after Buffy is expelled from her previous school, Hemery High School in Los Angeles. The reasons for her expulsion are presumably related to the events of the 1992 film of the same name. Determined to make a fresh start, she’s horrified when she encounters new librarian Giles, who reminds of her destiny as the vampire slayer.

I was going to quote stuff here, but I can’t be bothered. Y’all know all of them, right? In this episode we have two main Buffy ensembles. I’m not counting her pyjamas - I’ll get into their cuteness later. The two main ensembles are her first day of school, and her first night at the Bronze. I believe I coveted one outfit more than the other at the time, but history is written by the winners. Or the older, wiser, more fashion-conscious.

So let’s do this!

Outfit 1 - First Day at school

Forgive the quality. I’m new to screen caps or whatever you kids call them. Let us marvel at a time when 4:3 was the only aspect ratio in town.

Buffy’s outfit is a white t-shirt and a-line miniskirt with knee high boots. She’s wearing a light blue short-sleeved cardigan over the t-shirt, prompting me to wonder throughout the episode whether the t-shirt was not in fact a singlet. And was the cardigan light blue or mint? I’m pretty sure it’s light blue.

I’d always assumed the skirt was a mulberry or burgundy colour but tonight’s viewing lead me to wonder if it wasn’t dark brown like her boots all this time? But I’m 97% it’s the berry colour I assumed as a 15 year old. I mean, 5 year old! ahem. In a later scene Buffy asks Willow to help her with school and it’s decidedly purple in tone. I always applauded this colour combination. I still do. The costume designer at the time was Cynthia Bergstrom and I salute her. She had me searching high and low for those white v-neck t-shirts she had SMG in all of the time.

The plastic rings were already a crucial part of the wardrobe along with varying shades of nail polish. I believe Buffy went with a pastel blue to match the cardigan and her second outfit. Makeup is a smoky eye with pinks and blues. And were we in a glossy brown/nude phase lipstick-wise? I can’t remember. It’s taken a good twenty years for me to actually wear lipstick on the regular and it’s always matte.

Buffy’s first outfit was a triumph for me. It still is. What may not be a triumph is the hair. Before SMG got this gig she had really long brown hair. For this role she went for a dark blonde shade with a shorter length and more layers. The bangs were wispy. I hate wispy bangs. I believe a terrible, life-ruining hairdresser may have tried to convince me its the only kind I could have. But I’m not bitter! The hair clip featured in Buffy’s hair above was one already in high rotation at my place.

I remember twin sets (knit top and matching cardigan) being the height of fashion at the time. I may have asked mum to purchase me a few. Being chubby and afraid of short skirts I probably went for a knee length version of the above. So when Buffy also moved to knee length skirts I was the praise emoji before I even had a mobile phone. Or the Internet. 

But twin sets. I had a purple one I loved so much. The top was sleeveless and the cardigan long sleeved. There may have been some floral embroidery as well. I may have also paired it with a checked or charcoal bootcut pant. Are pants technically bootcut? Or is it just jeans? Either way, this was the land before the skinny jean or slim leg pant. That wouldn’t get to us until the mid-2000s. I know what you’re thinking: a land before internet, mobile phones and a skinny legged pant? How did you survive? Well, it was all we knew. We couldn’t know then what we know now and if we had, then perhaps things would have been different. Better, even.

Perfect segue to Buffy’s second outfit!

I’m still not quite sure what the above is. PVC little black dress? Some sort of corset? One of Julia Roberts’ prostitute dress from Pretty Woman? Don’t slut shame yourself, B. Wear whatever you like, because you’re a strong woman who shouldn’t be bound by cultural and societal notions of purity and femininity. But also, the dress is a no from me.

What has always fascinated me is her next option. Done with the whore, she tries the virgin and finds she doesn’t like that either.

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I’ve always wanted to know exactly what that floral dress looks like. Is it a maxi dress? High neck? There’s a tie - is it worn around the waist? Is it a pussy bow neckline? I MUST KNOW AND THE INTERVENING YEARS HAVE NOT REDUCED MY YEARNING.

So after apparently agonising over something that was second nature in her pre-slaying days, Buffy goes with the below.

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I mean, deal with that shirt for a moment. Much like the dude’s outfit she will use to identify him as a vampire, this outfit is not just dated, it’s carbon dated. I might have preferred whatever the black unknown was.

Eschewing dresses altogether for her first night out with the living - er, lively people, Buffy goes with a white singlet, blue shirt with one button done up like a jacket, black pants, and black boots. The boots are undoubtedly knee high. It was just a thing, guys. This was also before we had pants slim enough to tuck into said boots, remember? Dark days. What’s darker is that the pants, not satisfied to just be a type of bootcut monstrosity, are ankle length. Society will tell you that this makes a short girl look short, as though being short were the worst thing in the world. It’s not. I’m 5″2′ and I’m fine with looking every of inch of that. But these are... look, it’s not my favourite, ok? But what did I think of it then?

I remember loving her school outfit more. But does that mean I didn’t wear button up shirts as jackets over t-shirts and singlets? No it does not. Because I did it all the time. Because not only is it the perfect item for a balmy evening that may turn cold, it’s also great for girls too fat for most button up shirt offerings from Jay Jays, Kmart or Target. So, me. I think she also deserved snaps for her courageous decision to wear pants instead of a slinky dress, as a Cordelia Chase might. Or did.

From a logistical perspective it also makes perfect sense. Buffy will battle some members of the undead in this number later in the episode, so range of movement is essential. She can lose the shirt if required but it can also hide any potential bloodstains. The pants seem comfortable and the boot heel low enough that running isn’t out of the question. Her hair is up in a french roll so no need to worry about flyways or accidental self-scalping, a constant worry for me when people fight evil with their hair down.

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See?

With 90s fashion making a resurgence, the reappearance of ensembles like these seem almost inevitable. Just the other day I saw a young girl wearing a shirt I wore in the late 90s. This was not a new version or knock-off. No: this shirt had the unmistakable wear and tear of an original. Someone had, gulp, bought this secondhand. It may have even been marked ‘vintage.’ My only hope is that it was a low/reasonable price at Savers.

But would I wear any of this stuff now? Possibly. I’ll return to the boots later, much like Buffy does. And the pants. I would definitely wear the burgundy(?) miniskirt. But what about the others in the Buffyverse? Whose wardrobe might influence me today?

Darla’s ambiguous school uniform should seem out of place. There’s no mention of private schools in Sunnydale anywhere. Also she looks at least 26. Perhaps her cover is an adult entertainment venue and I’ve been thinking about this all wrong for 20 years.

At school Cordelia wears a sheer black shirt with lime pants in a fabric that surely must be the most evil to escape the Hellmouth. So that’s a no.

I think the guys were wearing cargo pants. Also no. David Boreanaz’s performance as Angel was too distracting. He too was fond of button up shirts and black pants. Why would you wanna wrestle with the undead dressed like you’re going to a job interview at Coles?

No, the wardrobe modern day me would most covet actually belongs to... Willow. Lose the white tights and chunky shoes and her tweed dress with white button up shirt worn underneath is a revelation. Mindy Lahiri would wear the heck out of that. And her floral dress and cardigan at the Bronze is cute as hell. Willow would go on to carve out a sense of style befitting her wonderful personality in later seasons but we can clearly see elements of it from the beginning. We were just too blind to see.

Up next will be The Harvest, technically part two of Welcome to the Hellmouth. I hope you’re as desperate for the next post as I was for the next episode. You’re probably not. But I’ll still do it.

Until next time, slayerettes.

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As the old football cliché goes, “form is temporary, class is permanent”. Not quite as snappy as “jumpers for goalposts”, but still it paints a vivid picture. The same could be applied to American rock “supergroup” Mr Big, a classic bend of commercial hard rock and staggering musicianship that has never gone out of fashion. When they reformed after a seven year hiatus, the class was still there for all to see, but could they still cut it as a live act? Damn right they can! Not many acts from their era sound as good as Mr Big still do today, but play a two hour set? Inconceivable!

After a very early (and short) set from Faster Pussycat, special guests The Answer took to the stage. They’re no slouches, having been around the block a few times since the early noughties, most notably opening for AC/DC on their Black Ice world tour. Last years ‘Solas’ album was quite a departure, as the band dropped some of the more blues-rock aspects to their sound in favour of a darker, more layered sound. The title track from the album opened the show after the ‘Irish Rover’ intro tape, the sole representative from a divisive album. Instead, the set is made up of nuggets from previous albums, ‘Come Follow Me’, ‘Preachin’’ (love the slide work from guitarist Paul Mahon), ‘On And On’, ‘Spectacular’ and the slower, bluesier ‘Faith Gone Down’, which features vocalist Cormac Neeson blowing a mean harmonica. The sad passing of Malcolm Young has led to many memorable tributes. As mentioned before, The Answer spent a considerable amount of time on the road with AC/DC, and Neeson takes time out to offer a heartfelt tribute to a “great mentor”. This is followed up with a gutsy rendition of ‘If You Want Blood’, with the crowd raising a glass to a genuine legend of rock music. Who knows where the road will take The Answer next, but the fanbase is definitely still there, no matter what.

Mr Big kick off an incredible twenty one song set with, what else but, ‘Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy (The Electric Drill Song)’, taken from the 1991 breakthrough release ‘Lean Into It’. The hair might be shorter, and the leaping about throwing shapes might have slowed down, but the chops are still there. With the exception of Lemmy and Geddy Lee, it’s not very often you find your eyes drawn to the bassist, but Billy Sheehan makes it impossible to look elsewhere. The in-demand “baddest motherfucking bass player on the planet” is a joy to watch as his fingers fly over the strings. Jaws drop open, tongues fall out, and drool drips like Homer Simpson thinking about donuts… and that’s not even from the serious musos in the crowd. The harmonies that made Mr Big stand out in the 90’s are still prevalent, as are the drills that Sheehan and Paul Gilbert use on their guitars. ‘What If’ was the first Mr Big album after their reformation in 2009, and the pair of ‘American Beauty’ and ‘Undertow’ are quickly aired and prove that the studio album was no fluke. Eric Martin sounds amazing, his voice still capable of purveying the emotion and heartbreak that helped make Mr Big such a formidable force in the 90’s. Drummer Pat Torpey was cruelly diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease a few years back, and has had to relinquish the drum stool to Matt Starr, but it’s great to see Torpey when he comes on to help out on a few songs. It’s actually heartbreaking, but at the same time heartwarming, watching Torpey react to the response from the crowd as he tackles this horrible disease head-on. We wish him well with his battle, but he can rest easier knowing that his stand in is making him proud with his formidable playing.

With a setlist spanning three decades, there truly was something for everyone, ‘Addicted To That Rush’ and ‘Colorado Bulldog’ provided the speed for the rockers in the crowd. Jeez, Sheehan and Gilbert are fast, but technique and feeling are not forsaken for speed, especially on the latter. Mr Big are of course well known for their ballads, or softer moments, and ‘Just Take My Heart’, ‘Green-Tinted Sixties Mind’ and the monster hit ‘To Be With You’ are all met with huge applause, phones lighting up the darkness. Everyone is recording as the band roll back the years. Hell, even Alan Nimmo from King King has his phone up in the air! More than a nostalgia act, Mr Big have a cracking new album to plug, and ‘Defying Gravity’ is well represented. ‘1992’, ‘Everybody Needs A Little Trouble’, the acoustic foot stomper ‘Damn I’m In Love Again’, and the title track are all the sound of a band still very much with something new to offer. Solos are expected, and both Sheehan and Gilbert show why they are so highly regarded by fans and peers alike. Sheehan is beyond superlatives, and as for Gilbert… you have got to respect a dude that can juggle two guitars during his solo (which contains a few bars of ‘Back In Black’).  As the clock nears the 11pm curfew, the stage suddenly gets more crowded as both Faster Pussycat and The Answer pile on for a rip-roaring version of the Humble Pie classic ’30 Days In The Hole’. The perfect way to end an incredible evening.

Review: Dave Stott

Images: Dave Jamieson

  Live Review: Mr Big – ABC, Glasgow As the old football cliché goes, “form is temporary, class is permanent”. Not quite as snappy as “jumpers for goalposts”, but still it paints a vivid picture.