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tooruluv · 4 years ago

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 9 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 1,442

warnings/notes: i was able to be online for a bit so i wanted to release this (rather short) filler chapter for you guys! <3

tag list: @afuckingunicornn @maii-flowers @clandestinerays @brownandchill @readeretal @wedojustbevibin @shigarakiskitten @shittykawaa @saeranoppa @srirachibi @tpwkatsumu @sempiternal-amour @bokutos-h0e @pinknugget @intheawks @tori218 @seikamuzu @alexthe80swhore

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You skipped school for a week. It was a full week of heartache; most of which included the following: watching new shows (and finishing them), being brought food by your very understanding mother, crying, taking very long baths, wallowing in self-pity (which is something you tried not to do, but ended up doing anyway), crying until you were dehydrated, and ignoring texts and calls.

A new week was starting when your mom walked into your room, interrupting your daily “stare at the ceiling in sadness”. She sat on the end of your bed by your feet when she said, “It’s time for you to return to life.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Sweetheart, I get it.” She placed a hand on your ankle, trying to pull your attention to her. You kept your eyes on the ceiling. “Trust me, I do. But you can’t continue to isolate yourself from life. You have a beautiful, bright future in front of you. Exams are coming up, and your friends miss you.”

You sighed. “I guess I’ll go.”

“Good! Quite frankly, I’m tired of lying to your friends. Did you know that Iwaizumi resorted to texting me every day?” Your mom stood up, sending you a smile when you followed suit. “Clean your room. I’ll drive you to school tomorrow.”

You agreed, staring at the empty water bottles next to your bed.

Out of the hundreds of texts and missed calls, you decided to text Iwaizumi back first. He was the one who you’ve known the longest (other than the other boy you shall not name) and had helped you through your Love Problems.

you: hey. i’m ok. pls tell me that you’ll be at school tomorrow

iwa <3: fuck dude

iwa <3: you scared the shit out of me i deadass texted your fucking mom

iwa <3: i will be at school tomorrow the question is will you

you: yeah i’m coming. didn’t wanna be alone

iwa <3: you’ll never be alone darling

Despite everything telling you not to, you got up that Monday morning for school. You cleaned your room, you showered, you got a good night’s rest. You even ate breakfast. Yet, you still felt like… well, shit.

Your mother drove you to school, sending you a small smile and wave of encouragement like it was your first day of kindergarten and you were scared to go in. Truth was, you wanted to throw up all over the front doors and go straight back into your bedroom and watch another Gordon Ramsay compilation on youtube.

You sighed and went into Hell (hell being school). You tried to act as normal as possible but it was evident that everyone in the entire school hadn’t moved on from the whole thing, eyes staring at you and inaudible whispers.

“Great.” You mumbled to yourself, whipping your locker open.

It was at that moment that Tooru Oikawa made his appearance. He was walking next to Hanamaki, talking among themselves, when Oikawa stopped dead in his tracks. Hanamaki gave him a small pat on his back before leaving (and effectively leaving the awkward situation that would inevitably happen).

He opened his locker beside you.

“Hi!” He greeted, as though it was the most normal and casual thing ever. “You’re feeling better? Your mom said that…”

You didn’t acknowledge him, closing your locker and walking to class. Maybe you’ll find Iwaizumi before class…

“Whoa. Wait!” Oikawa was walking beside you then, easily catching up to you. “Did you get any of my texts?”

You spun on your heels, finally facing him after a week of being MIA and trying to forget your love for him. He swallowed and stared back at you.

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” You shrugged. “I told you that I needed time. And by that, I mean I need time away from you specifically. I’m not going to entertain the idea of pretending that nothing happened between us because it did.”

Oikawa blinked, nodding. “Okay, okay. Yes.” He purposefully took a step back, literally giving you space. “But can I ask one thing? Just one?”

“Go ahead.”

“For how long?” He asked. “How long do you think it’ll take for you to talk to me again?”

“I don’t know. Maybe when the school stops staring at me like a wounded puppy.”

“I’ve missed you!” Sana brought you into a hug, her boobs straight into your face. “I seriously thought that you dropped off of the face of the earth.”

You let a small smile creep onto your lips. The first smile in a while. “Sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologize. What even happened?”

“That’s a story for later.”

She linked her arm with yours before walking with you to the library. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa sat at the usual table, heads in books like their life depended on it. It wasn’t until you were nearly next to them that they realized you were there. You hadn’t been able to see Iwaizumi all day.

“Oh my god, she’s really here.” Matsukawa exclaimed, a bit too loud for a library.

Iwaizumi got up from his seat (also very loudly, a squeak from the chair on the floor). He immediately pulled you into a hug, picking you up and putting his head into your shoulder.

“Shittykawa told me what happened.” He mumbled into your neck. You bit the inside of your lip and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, but I do want you to know that I know.”

“You always know.” You mumbled back.

Hajime Iwaizumi was walking with Issei Matsukawa when he caught Oikawa leaving your house. He knew immediately that something had happened, that something wasn’t quite right, because Oikawa had his head down. He never had his head down.

Iwaizumi turned to his boyfriend, telling him “I’ll be right back.” Matsukawa gave him a kiss on the wrist before letting him run off.

“Hey man,” Iwaizumi jogged to his best friend. Oikawa stopped, head still at his feet. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“Oikawa.” Iwaizumi stood in front of him, cutting him off. “Don’t bullshit me. What’s going on? What happened?”

When Oikawa didn’t answer, Iwaizumi put his arms on his shoulders to bring his head up. Oikawa was red-faced, tears running down his cheeks. He was in pain.

“I, um.” Oikawa looked back and forth, never really meeting Iwaizumi’s eyes. “I told her that I’m in love with her. We kissed and I told her that I love her.”

“Oh?” That’s a good thing… right?

“She shut the door in my face. She said that she “thought that she was in love with me too”. And just shut the door.”

“Oh.”

“What if we got married?” Oikawa once asked you, a giggling child in the morning sun.

You both laid in your backyard, the grass long and bugs flew along your heads. You didn’t care. You giggled back to him.

“That’s gross! You have cooties!”

“Not if we’re married I don’t!” Oikawa stuck his tongue out at you.

“We’re too young to get married! We have to at least be old… like 20 years old!”

“Ew!”

You laid like that, giggling and laughing as kids, until your mom called you in for lunch. Oikawa ran to the door (“last one there is a rotten egg!”).

tetsurou kuroo :P: i heard that you’ve finally left the darkness and stepped back into regular life

tetsurou kuroo :P: hajime texted me sorry if that sounded like i’m stalking you.

tetsurou kuroo :P: unless you’re into that... then i’m totally stalking you...

tetsurou kuroo :P: PLS IM KIDDING anyway can i come over today. i have another hoodie for you.

you: you’re cute. i miss you too.

You walked home alone that night. After a while of isolation, human interaction actually seemed like a chore. You just wanted to be alone, even if it was just for a few minutes as you walk.

You heard walking behind you.

“You can walk next to me.” You said, knowing exactly who it was. “I know you don’t have practice on Mondays.”

Tooru Oikawa appeared next to you in only a few seconds, jumping at the offer. The roles were reversed now.

“I don’t want to overstep boundaries.” He said.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry, again. For kissing you.”

“I know.”

He stared at you instead of the sidewalk ahead. You kept your eyes on the sky.

“I’m sorry for telling you that I love you, too.”

“Don’t be sorry about that.” You stepped onto your porch where Kuroo stood, waiting for you. “That was the one thing you did right.”

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crash-cinematic-universe · 4 years ago

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Skeleton Party

pairing: Peter Maximoff/witch!reader

summary/request: Heyo! Just saw Ur recent post and was wondering what was happening with the super powerful witch so that saves singlehandedly Xavier's School and Peter works at it and she's badass and then sees Peter and runs to him and is like omg r U ok bby? And everyone's like how do you have such a powerful so and can she be super famous and is like a really popular super hero and everything? Thanks! Love ya! ♥️♥️♥️ - @oxbunnehxo

warnings: a lot of dying

notes: its done. it has a dumb fucking ending but i think it’s kinda funny so uh that’s that.

taglist: @creator-appreciator @simonsbluee

Usually, having Peter appear in your classroom was lovely, because he usually came with a smile on his face and open arms. This time was different, though. Peter’s smile was replaced by a worried frown, his eyes darting around and his voice low. He’s panicking, a rare sight in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. His hair is messy and his hands are shaking.

“Peter? Are you alright?” You ask, concern lacing your words. He is absolutely not alright-- you can tell the moment he begins speaking.

“Uh, someone is c-coming,” His voice is rushed and uneven and he sounds as if he’s going to cry.

“Who?” You’re quick to grab his forearms in order to calm him down. He seems settled but still panicked.

“The, uh,” He stutters. “The entire U.S. military.” The silence that consumed the room was deafening, the cold claws of shock holding your mouth shut. Hundreds of questions raced through your head at once, but one stuck out in specific.

“Why?” Your breath gets heavier and your heart rate increases as your mind races through thousands of thoughts. Peter can only shake his head as he sits on your desk.

“Because this just happens to be one of the largest, most condensed mutant hotspots in America-- the government isn’t exactly thrilled by our existence.” He chuckles dryly, obviously trying to calm his nerves. It doesn’t work.

“We’re gonna be okay, right? I mean, I’m sure Charles, Logan, Hank and Erik will handle this.” You’re not sure whether you're trying to convince Peter or yourself with your words. Peter’s eyes refuse to meet yours. “Right, Peter?”

“Uhm, actually…” He trails off. “Charles and Hank left last night for some big conference in LA, Logan has been MIA for the past week and Erik left me in charge of the mansion until he gets back from his revenge mission.” Your heart practically stops and your stomach drops to your feet. Dread fills your body as you process the information you were just gifted.

“So… you’re in charge of an entire mansion full of mutant children… that’s about to be attacked by the entire U.S. military.” You state flatly. Peter nods, panicked tears brimming his eyes.

“I don’t know what to do.” He whispered. You managed to toughen up, formulating a plan in your head.

“It’s okay, uhm, we’re gonna be okay. Just-- uh-- get Ororo and round up all the kids. Tell Jean and Scott to try and help the younger kids. I’ll scope out the attackers and see what I can do.” Peter nods, a gust of wind blowing your hair back as Peter runs out of the room. He quickly returns, though, and hugs you tightly.

“Thank you,” He’s gone as quickly as he arrived, speeding down the hallway. You wipe your palms on your jeans, a nervous sweat coating your hands. Stress is pumping through your veins as you sprint through the hallways to the highest balcony you can find. On the horizon you can see a large mass of people, two tanks on the flank of the group. Toughen up. You need to toughen up. They need you-- everyone needs you. You huff before whipping around and making your way to the common room. Peter is beside you within seconds, the panic in his eyes swirling around like waves in a storm.

“Ok, Jean and Scott are with the kids in the library, Ororo and Kurt are on their way-- how are our odds?” As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t exactly tell Peter that it wasn’t looking good.

“Uh, they’ve been better,” You laughed uncomfortably. He grabbed your hand before speaking.

“I guess we’ll just have to, uh, do our best,” You fought the urge to point out the fact that ‘our best’ probably won’t be enough. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Okay, yeah, this is definitely the worst-case scenario. The few X-Men present at the scene were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer force of their attackers. It was a quick overtaking, a few mutation-suppressing blasts sent most of your defense flying. It was chaotic and stressful and you soon found yourself reaching a limit. Someone grabbed you from behind, their arms looping under yours before they pulled you backwards. You screamed and kicked your legs, but it was no use.

One glance in the eyes of the young children watching you get dragged away ignited something inside of you. Your fists clenched, a bright green glow appearing in the palms of your hands. A white-hot rage pumped through your veins, a feeling that you didn’t recognize gripping your bones as a blast of energy exploded out of you.

For a moment, everything was still. The grip on your arms loosened before disappearing completely, a thud sounding behind you. Horrified, you turned around and gazed upon the sea of skeletons you created. The blast seemingly stripped each soldier of their… body. The skin, the muscle, the organs-- they were all gone. Disintegrated. You didn’t really care, though, you just spin around to check on your peers. Thankfully, they were all left unscathed.

“Hey, uh, are you okay?” Storm looks at you with a vague, scared gaze. She nods slowly.

“I’m fine, how did you…?” She trails off. Peter is by your side within seconds, an amused tone in his voice.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Peter gushed. “Could you always do that? Like, you can just dissolve people? That’s cool as hell!”

“Woah, Peter, slow down,” You laugh. The mood changed quickly, the image of the hundreds of corpses behind you fading away. It was gruesome. “I, uh, I think I could always do that. I guess I just needed the correct circumstances to trigger it.” You didn’t turn around to face the consequences of your actions, you just basked in the benefits.

“We need to clean up the bodies,” Storm adds. You nod slowly.

“Yeah, uh, they’re probably going to send more people because of all this,” The reality of the situation sets in slowly. “We’re not safe here anymore. I-- I ruined it, didn’t I? I made it all worse, didn’t I? I did! I’m just proving their point that mutants are violent monsters,”

“Hey, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Peter reassures. “Sure, yeah, we’re kinda royally fucked, but you did what you needed to do. They attacked us first, ya know,”

“I guess you’re right…” You sighed. Peter smiled before turning you around.

“Now, we have some corpses to collect!”

#Evan Peters #peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximof x reader #xmen #xmen fanfiction #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader

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tundrainafrica · 4 years ago

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Title: Division of Labor (3/?)

Summary:

“The past years, we have noticed a lot of our fresh high school graduates knew nothing about responsibilities that await them outside high school and even college. Many students do not master budgeting, taxes, household planning, loans and we hope to raise a generation who can navigate the adult world without the consequences of bad decisions they are bound to make going in blindly…”

Paradis High school starts a program incorporating adulting into their curriculum and Hange and Levi are paired together.

Note: From request of @a-golden-hearted-snk-fan. See this link for the request

Other Chapters: 1 2

Link to cross-postings: AO3

It turned out Hange did think the housing plan through.

"It's a rent to own contract...so after paying this certain amount of rent… within a number of years… we can own the house basically," Hange explained. Her preparation was evident in the wad of papers she had carelessly spread out on the table in front of Levi.

At first glance, Levi could not make sense of what those papers were. Eventually, by carefully scanning through the therefore, herewiths, in the events, the interest rates and percentages, Levi figured out they were contracts and manuals full of buying and renting policies of one particular real estate company.

Levi looked out the glass window of the booth of the quiet diner they had chosen to work in. He had tried to use the mechanical movements of the crowds on a commute home to at least help clear his mind enough to make sense of how exactly a rent-to-own contract worked. Levi was sure Hange was at least attempting to explain everything about the buying policies of the real estate company in layman's terms. Although Levi was somewhat impressed by the dedication Hange put into it, as soon as she started to talk about the policies and agreements beyond ‘we get to own the house after a while,’ Levi ended up spacing out. The prospect of spending, even if it was fake money, caused him enough unnecessary stress.

He turned his attention to the two flour sacks who were propped by the window of the diner booth they occupied. He had purposefully turned their ugly faces towards the window at the small possibility that Shadis, Erwin or even Zeke were amongst the crowds of people walking through the crowds and into the subway station. A testament to their determination not to waste any unnecessary funds or worse, flunk the program

"If we catch you in public not holding your baby, you pay babysitting dues or you fail." Shadis had said in homeroom class that morning.

After some discussion as a class and with some confirmation from Erwin, the whole class came to the understanding that if they went out separately, they were in no obligation to take their babies with them. It could always be assumed after all, that their partner had their baby with them. Being in public with their partner meant someone had to have the baby with them or they risk pay necessary dues. At any rate, they found solace in the fact that if they were going to look like idiots holding brown sacks with shabbily drawn faces on them, they at least had someone to look like an idiot with.

Levi looked back at Hange to see that she had not stopped talking. Levi was not too surprised, having the disinterested equivalent of a resting bitch face, he had to master the art of looking like he cared to get past most classes.

“Where did you get these anyway?” Levi asked, interrupting the tirade of his partner. The answer to that question would at least be something he would be able to understand.

“The procedures manual and their company policies are available online.” Hange answered matter-of-factly. Levi noted how quickly she recovered from having her explanation of policy and business jargon interrupted.

As Levi looked once again through highlighted lines and messy scrawls, he felt embarrassed that he was not even halfway done with the design they had discussed the night before. He slowly brought out his folder where he had at least begun to draw the floor plan from the link Hange had sent him the night before.

“How has the floor plan been Levi?” Hange cocked her head to one side. Levi could not tell if she was provoking him or if she was genuinely curious about the progress of his work. Regardless, the way that she sifted through the papers under her, while looking pointedly at the roughly drawn floor plan on his hands had Levi self conscious.

It was Tuesday afternoon, less than 24 hours since she had bombarded him with messages. Less than 24 hours since she dropped a pdf file of the floor plan and went MIA, Levi guessed it was to prepare all the documents which Hange had just laid out in front of him that morning. As he compared his own progress to hers, he also became aware of one more reality, their first outputs were due tomorrow. Begrudgingly Levi had to admit, despite her naivete and overenthusiasm, Hange had a better sense of urgency than he did.

“I planned everything out already. I just need to outline it.” Levi said, trying at least not to sound as defensive as he felt.

“But can you do it alone? I didn’t sleep at all last night to get this done.” Hange looked more concerned than anything else.”

As Levi looked back at a skeleton of a housing plan that lay in front of him, he started to understand her concern. The house they had selected was huge and designing would take hours if he actually wanted to put thought into it.

“I mean even if we take out the 1800 from our budget of 3600 dollars a month, we still have to consider furniture and it might take you a while to come out with the pricing right? I guess we could leave out 1000 dollars for that….”

Furniture? Levi had stopped listening at ‘furniture.’ Somehow Levi had assumed that it would have been fully furnished when they bought it and they just had to rearrange furniture. “We’re buying an unfurnished house?” Levi had hoped Hange was pulling his leg.

Hange knitted her brows in confusion. “Did I say anything about a furnished house?”

Division of Labor

“There are two methods of accounting used in modern day society: cost accounting and accrual accounting or as I’d like to call them: an idiot’s sorry excuse for accounting and actual accounting.” Zeke wrote the two terms on the board and plopped himself on the teacher’s desk. “Really though, why the hell do people still use cost accounting in modern society, it’s fucking stupid, barbaric, might as well go back to bartering…”

Levi had no idea what either of them were. As he looked around at his classmates, they looked as lost as he was about the mini rant that Zeke gave about the two accounting methods he had failed to define.

After a few minutes of ranting, Zeke finally noticed the blank faces of his students. “Okay Social Experiment.” Zeke cocked his head to the side. “Actually, let’s call it an IQ Test. Jean stand up.”

“Yes sir!” Jean followed way too enthusiastically.

“You got the investment banker occupation so ideally you should be the most knowledgeable on money among everyone in the room,” Zeke continued. “You have zero dollars and I gave you 100 dollars right now. How much do you have?”

“100 dollars sir,” Jean answered.

“That’s a smart boy.” Zeke slapped his desk so hard, Armin and Eren jumped, having sat so close to the teacher’s desk. “Okay, so if I lent you 100 dollars, how much do you have?”

“100 dollars.”

“So, you’re gonna run away with my money? No plans of paying me back?”

Jean tensed up in confusion. “No sir. I’ll be paying you back.”

“Then is it your money?"

“It’s with me sir… So I think…” Jean paused for a second. “So it’s your money sir?”

“Tell me. The money is with you after all. Is it your money or my money?”

“It’s my money sir!” Jean answered too quickly, probably without even thinking.

“I lent you the money. I expect it back so it’s mine. Calling my money your money is practically stealing Kirschtein. I can call a lawyer on you.” Zeke narrowed his eyes at Jean for a few seconds before shrugging in defeat. “But you’re not a criminal. You’re just an idiot who relies on outdated accounting methods. Don’t take that with you when you become an actual financial advisor. Sit down. I’m calling someone else.” Zeke turned back to the class list on the teacher’s table. “Okay, anyone in this list with a finance related position...” Zeke’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked through the list. He looked at the class with a cat-like grin, his eyes focusing on one boy in the front row. “In my almost sixteen years of knowing you, I did not expect you to be suitable but it looks like you’re the only one in this list other than Jean with an accounting related occupation.”

“Really? It’s accounting related?” Eren had never been one to be good at Math. Everyone in the class agreed and as their professor hinted at his assigned occupation, many began to whisper, possibly theorizing as to what Eren had gotten.

They did not have to theorize for long though, within seconds, Zeke continued to discuss. “Okay Eren, let’s discuss your field of expertise --- insurance.”

Eren slowly nodded in return. It was a nod which everyone in the room had understood at first glance. Insurance was not Eren’s field of expertise.

Zeke did not seem to care though. “Case study time! I have 3000 dollars. Eren the insurance salesman sells me $200 dollars a month worth of insurance and I buy one years worth of prepaid insurance. By the end of this month, how much worth of assets do I have left?”

“By assets, you mean money?”

“Check a fucking dictionary.”

Eren sat down for a second. From his seat, Levi could hear some whispers from Mikasa and some clicks of a digital keyboard, or possibly a calculator.

“600 dollars.”

“Final answer?”

“Yes. Final Answer.” Eren seemed so sure of his answer.

From seeing Zeke’s face at the answer, Levi could not help but think, maybe phrasing it as a question was the better option for Eren.

“This is why your generation is so shit at saving. With this type of attitude, you‘re all gonna get into some shity Ponzi scheme with yourself and some sad saps who actually pitied you enough to lend you money without assessing your credit rating that’s just gonna continue riding on some endless cycle until you all go to jail or declare bankruptcy.” Zeke ranted again as he punched the buttons of the projector, turning it on. “ Scratch that. At this rate, none of you would probably even know how to declare bankruptcy.”

Accounting 101 . Those two words flashed on the screen, the contrast of black words in a default font to the white background of a hastily made powerpoint only getting clearer as the projector whirred to life.

“The amount of debt you can get into in the real world will fuck up your life. So to simulate the real world consequences of unpaid debt, we decided to make your fake debt by the end of the year one of the main determinants of your final grade. And we will be using real accounting to determine your debt. Any questions before we start?”

It was Sasha who raised her hand from the back of the classroom.

“Yes?” Zeke asked with shoddily hidden annoyance.

“So which one is cost and which one is accrual again, Sir?”

Division of Labor

"I told you. I'll handle the accounting," Hange said. "We can make this work." Her words were not at all assuring.

It was Wednesday afternoon. They had submitted their selection for their house that afternoon in class so that meant no more takebacks. Their house plans were due midnight and Levi was not even halfway done. To add insult to injury, Levi was still reeling from Zeke’s lecture just a few hours ago.

Initially, Hange had suggested they buy the furniture in installments. The prospect of buying in installments though became all the more terrifying with the accounting system Zeke had introduced to them that day and the weight of a negative balance sheet on their grades.

As soon as you buy something and enter into debt, the money owed is not yours anymore. Levi shuddered as those words echoed in his head. He narrowed his eyes at Hange. "Really Hange? Can we? After deciding to spend half your salary each month on an unfinished 3 bedroom house?" Levi asked as he gestured to their next tall order that stretched over two aisles. They were in the baby's section in the supermarket.

It was their third round around that aisle, trying to look for a brand of diaper and a brand of formula that would not cost them a total of 400 dollars a month.

“I mean, we still have 800 dollars on groceries if we put our furniture installments budget at 1000 dollars a month,” Hange explained. “So if we spend 400 dollars on baby stuff, we should have 400 left.”

“400 dollars for a month’s worth of meals for a family of four.” Levi clarified. “There must be something here we could choose not to spend on.” Or maybe we could find a cheaper place to buy things in. Levi thought back to the supermarket nearer to his house and made a mental note to check it. The output was due on Friday anyway.

"Hey, Armin and Annie are here too!" Hange said enthusiastically.

Too enthusiastically. Levi clarified to himself. That was not at all good news. If other groups were going to that supermarket, that must mean they think they have the financial leeway to spend there, That could also possibly mean he and Hange had somehow fucked up financially as a pair, struggling to make ends meet. Armin was a studious student with a good head on his shoulders and he chose to shop in a more expensive supermarket. Are we spending too much?

"Let's ask Armin…" Levi did not need to finish his sentence. By the time, he looked to his side, where Hange stood or at least was supposed to be standing, the latter was already on her way to the blond boy..

Levi did not waste anytime. As Hange chatted up Armin, Levi made a few rounds through the two aisles again, his phone calculator on hand.

Just in case. Levi told himself. Just in case they had miscalculated the minimum expense of 400 dollars.

Division of Labor

Hange had a long talk with Armin. By that point, Levi had lost count of the number of rounds he had made around the aisle. He had stopped counting at five. He had done his research on discounts and made some fake accounts and the expense still clocked at $390 dollars.

By the time he and Hange called it quits, the sun was setting. Hange seemed lost in thought and she had been that way since she had finished her conversation with Armin. Levi decided to take over keeping both sacks for the night. He made a small detour to the grocery store nearest to his flat. It was smaller, a little dirtier but it meant a little more room for spending and a bigger chance of saving his grade and graduating. Begrudgingly, sanitation became the least of Levi's issues.

He wrote out all the prices of the important items they had seen in the grocery store. When he got home, he made sure to write them all on a google sheet complete with weight, quantity and prices and sent the link to Hange through an instant message. For some reason, he felt a twinge of disappointment when all he received was a heart react in return.

Of course, Hange still had a lot of things to calculate. Even as they separated less than an hour ago, she had seemed distracted. Levi guessed Armin had told her something game breaking about the accounting process.

What did Armin tell you? You need any help?

Will explain soon. Send the meal plan and house design by 9 pls.

Levi managed to submit the meal plan by nine. He had copied and pasted from some random family cooking website, changing a few ingredients to fit what he thought would be cheaper options. He did not need to think too much of it either. He lived a life many would consider the complete opposite of excess and as a result, had mastered the art of improvisation when it came to food.

His main problem lay with the floor plan of the house. Hange had agreed to handle worrying about the expenses. That was one problem out of his plate.

Even with the money problem out of his hands, Levi found himself working until late anyway. Or not working… Levi was only reminded of his lack of productivity when his phone lit up with a notification.

11:00pm

Hange Zoe

Where??????

Levi only realized then that he had gotten a little carried away with the problem of where to put the washing machine.

Division of Labor

It was a genius idea.

That Wednesday night, only a few hours before the house plan was due, Levi had had fifty tabs open from German and Japanese house designers showing bathrooms and laundry room designs highlighting the novelty and practicality of putting the washing machine in the bathroom. Levi had spent hours pondering the logistics of making it work for the house design Hange had sent him only for her to shoot down the idea an hour before the housing plan was due.

They rented an American style house with a bathroom in every bedroom and the impracticality had dawned on him particularly when it was fifteen minutes to 12am and they were still arguing in chat over how to design the house. In the end, Hange had gotten her way, having brought up the issue of accounting furniture and the fact that they probably did not even have the financial leeway to pay for a washing machine anyway.

Having to deal with the disappointment of losing the opportunity to design the house the way he wanted to and having his unfinished design shipped off to Erwin’s email, with little regard for the effort he had put into the intricacy of both the toilets and the laundry room, Levi was a little pissed. He also considered the fact that he had respected the effort and detail Hange had put into choosing a house and had allowed her to submit a potentially overpriced and unfurnished house as their final product.

And she could not even reciprocate the respect for his whims.

Levi decided then to take a break from it all. It was a silent agreement on both ends. Or there was no need for an agreement anyway. They had finished their deliverables for the week by Thursday.

Everyone had ended up cramming theirs anyway and Levi found himself walking home alone and spending his time outside school hours bingeing whatever was new on Netflix.

By Monday, Levi had not expected to do much. Their breakdown of responsibilities was due Friday, 12am on Thursday to be exact according to the file that Erwin had sent. It was a one page paper with a few questions that just needed answering. They could easily start on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Levi wanted to spend at least just his Monday, peacefully, not considering the program which has been plaguing the start of their junior year since Shadis’ announcement just a week ago. He allowed himself to clear his mind, making sure to just note on his phone to start on the next output by Wednesday. Hange would probably remind him anyway.

He had deluded himself well into thinking the adulting program was limited to those once a week outputs. An announcement was made to meet in the kitchen after lunch for home economics class. His mood that Monday had him living in complete denial of what could actually go on in a school kitchen and for some reason, Levi imagined having a lecture in the kitchen was a completely normal expectation, even with the reminder to bring aprons and gloves. Maybe we just need to put them in lockers or something.

As the students filed in though, some of them panicked and that was when Levi figured out that something was not right. The counters were all lined up with ingredients. Some of the students had recognized the ingredients. Levi looked to Hange to see that she was blank on what the hell the pattern was behind the types of ingredients set out.

There were the essentials--- flour, sugar, eggs. There were exotic ingredients Levi could not even name or pronounce.

“Cardamom, Star Anise, Rose water. What the hell?” It was Jean speaking from behind Levi.

“I’m glad you see the pattern. I’m assuming that means you’ll all do well?” Erwin waited while the rest of the class filed into the room before he raised his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Today we’ll be having a pop quiz just to make sure you all know what you’re writing when you make the meal plans. In the tables assigned to you, you will see the ingredients for one of the meals you put in your meal plan. Please use them accordingly to make a full course meal from what you had submitted.”

Levi could not remember for the life of him what the hell he had put in that meal plan a week back

#levihan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hange #fanfic

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 15: Trickster Treats (Loki X OFC Pairing)

"You know, not that I'm complaining here, but you don't have to bribe me with chocolate chip pumpkin pancakes and pumpkin spice latte, as much as I missed those breakfast foods this time of year," I assured my best friend in the whole fucking multiverse.

"You have no idea how fucking bored I've been since you went MIA, I tried making new friends honest, but you of all people know how hard that is."

"Even in Salem where the weird are welcomed?" I asked.

Zari just nodded while shoveling crispy strips of freshly made bacon onto my already full plate. "I also think you need this, I know you don't extensively need to eat being dead and all but how the hell else do you recharge after kicking terrorist ass?"

"Mischievous magical sex certainly helps," I chirped.

"Is that why he hasn't come down for food like you did?" she asked, jerking her head toward the guest room we stayed in.

"Not as much as usual actually, we were both just tired and needed company over intimacy. Asgardians are fucking addicting, pun intended."

"Let's hope he doesn't wish he knew how to quit you," she teased.

I scoffed and shoveled more food into my mouth. "He aint never had it this good, the best thing about necrophilia is the dead can't say no."

"Jesus, woman, still with the dead jokes after all this time?"

"Always," I replied smoothly.

"So what should we do today while I got you?" she asked excitedly.

"Like you said, I gotta recharge and then I gotta celebrate properly since I missed out so many times, too many really, it's a good thing I got out before I missed it this year or I'd be seriously depressed."

"You're only really alive during this time of the year despite the veil between worlds being so thin and your death powers being strongest then, irony that is. So what was it like being in the Avengers company?"

"Kinda boring when I wasn't actively shagging the only other person on house arrest there, I'm not terribly into new state of the art tech Tony's all about. I mean yeah it looks cool and shit but like I've no idea how to use the majority of it."

"It did take forever for you to get a smartphone when the rest of the first world had been through like 5 at least."

"That was partially because I was under the impression I couldn't afford one or didn't need that much stuff just to contact people."

She rolled her eyes at me and scoffed. "Whatever, Ms. Slide to Text Not Smart Phone."

"Call me what you want but whenever I dropped that phone, the worst that happened was the battery popping out, let's see you drop a smartphone any height without a protective cover and see if it even works after that."

"Get with the times, woman!"

"Don't wanna!" I retorted and crossed my arms in a pretend pout.

"How the hell does Loki put up with you really?"

"I already told you, copious amounts of kinky and experimental sex, keep up."

"What about sex?" a familiar smooth accented voice interrupted.

We both turned to see a groggy looking Loki that shifted into his mortal form Tom seamlessly, a hand combing through his short sandy curls and a lazy smile tugging at his lips upon setting his eyes on me. "Zari wants to know why you put up with me."

"Put up with? Why would it be a chore to be with you?"

"My thoughts exactly. See, Zari, it's not me, it's you," I taunted.

"Shut up and eat your damn pancakes," she demanded.

"So orange is for the pumpkins everyone picks and carves into what you then call Jacko Lanterns, black is for the night of the holiday and the darkness and death that comes after the season more or less, white is for the spirits free to roam about, what about purple, I know I've seen some of that mixed in as well as green," Loki commented while we raided some more tourist stores full of holiday goodies.

"Purple seems to come out more in kid friendly type decor or even dare I say glitsy stuff I'd rather not. Green's also a bit kiddish but it also goes with the monsters and other characters people tend to dress as for the occasion," I explained, sifting through the sweatshirts that all had Salem something or other on it.

"And what's the most common costumes?"

"Well I mean every year there's always a select group of costumes that's all the rage of that year, like maybe Tony did something wicked awesome the world knows about so everyone's gotta be Iron Man that year, but then there's also something for the girls that's excessively popular but at a certain age or older it's gotta be either slutty or some other form of sexy because that's society in a nutshell. Dudes can be anything but chicks are just breathing sex dolls."

"That's disgusting, why didn't you people let me destroy New York when I had the chance?"

"What do you mean 'you people'?" I asked suspiciously. "You know how I feel about that city."

Loki picked up a rather cute looking scarf that of course was green and wrapped it around his neck then turned to me. "What do you think?"

"Lay off the green or go back to your real form, you can't have it both ways, even I know that and I never go undercover."

He scowled at my logic as he had made a habit of by now but put it back all the same and chose an orange one with black skulls instead. "As a child then, to your knowledge and not society's, what were the most popular costumes of choice?"

"I think even before I came into existence, the classic ones were: witch, ghost, devil, clown, cat, skeleton...those ones at least. They were the easiest to make as well if you didn't have the money or time to buy one and the economy has always been shit. Oh and there was the Grim Reaper of course, how could I forget that?"

"That was your first costume, wasn't it?"

"Nah." I smiled. "I don't remember much before I died, no faces or names or anyone really but I do know I was a witch...glad I can remember that much of my childhood. Ghost was the absolute easiest fucking costume to make but witch was the bees knees for me."

"What made a ghost costume?"

"Oh just find any old white or offwhite bedsheet that didn't drag too much on the ground or you'd probably trip over it half the time you're trick or treating, cut two holes for your eyes, boom done, you're a ghost, I sheet you not."

"Zari warned me you were fond of bad jokes and puns, I found them amusing but now I'm sort of wary."

It was my turn to scowl at this, he seemed to enjoy my wordplay till she had to ruin it. "She and I are gonna have words later about that, ruining my fun when I just got here." I snagged a comfy looking black and orange hoodie with a cute witch pun on it to purchase and snagged Loki's scarf as well to pay myself despite his protests. "Shush, Zari gave us spending cash since we want to stay under the radar and cards will fuck us over that way."

"I know but I wanted to pay for it myself," he insisted.

"Listen, this city is all about my favorite holiday and said holiday only has one law, trick or treat and since you are the master of tricks here, if you want anything in this city, it'll be my treat."

He opened his mouth to argue a few times before deciding he wasn't going to win what I thought was a smooth as fuck reply that should also be bulletproof too. "Fine. Well played."

"Jolly good, and thanks, been known to happen. How long do you think we'll have before we're found by either party?"

"Stark will hopefully find us first, I'd rather not be locked up again, I'm sure you agree there. As to how long...a few days give or take with his resources. Worried, love?"

"Something occurred to me just now. While this is my turf and I'm nigh unstoppable here, I don't want the other agents coming here and sullying my slice of heaven or Valhalla in your case and that's what they'll do, they're a plague, spreading and destroying everything they come in contact with."

"I can understand that, that's what I felt with Asgard before it went down in flames. What would you have us do then?"

"I don't want them here, but I still need to sort out the traitors, there's gotta be more than the two I saw there at the base. I'm also tired of being targetted, that's the reason I left the country in the first place and literally the second I come back before I can even touch native soil, I'm back to being wanted by the wrong people. This country sucks."

"The Avengers have already tried many times to nip it in the bud as you Midgardians would say. I'm willing to bet there's several more hidden bases off the radar we won't be able to find ourselves unless they want us too."

"What are you saying?"

"We won't be able to rid them of the world unfortunately, they've been around since 1940s at least and don't plan on retiring despite their old age. Although...what did you say about getting rid of certain household arachnids earlier on?"

I blinked and wracked my memory, wondering where he was going with his musings before it dawned on me and a wide wicked grin spread across my face. "If you can't kill em, make em wish they never came in. What do you know, you can teach an old god new tricks."

His smirk from pulling a page out of my own book went back into an unamused though half hearted glare at my last bit. "You're lucky I don't know how to quit you."

And once more I was the one scowling again. "You wouldn't survive the withdrawals, I'm a fever you can't sweat out. Also, it's rude to spy on other people's conversations. That's classified information you don't have clearance for."

"I'm a god, I have clearance for everything, silly woman."

"Eventually that card will expire that you keep pulling," I muttered, tugging him out of the shop and onto another while pulling on my new hoodie.

Outside in the heart of Salem, the cobblestone streets were damn near packed like Mardi Gras in the South, street vendors everywhere, tourists and people that just bloody love the upcoming holiday getting it while it was there. The park across the street from all the chaos was busy with fair rides and games for the kiddos, fried dough, candy apples and fresh apple cider as fair food. This was my home, my heaven, if I died for good then and there, I'd regret nothing because I'd already be in heaven and there was no telling what kind of afterlife I was in for. The air was crisp and smelled of hay rides and apples and I couldn't remember a time I was more in love than I was then. I pulled Loki out of the crowded street and into a side alley between shops, grabbed him by his cute new scarf and snogged him passionately. Even in human form I couldn't get enough of him, would you blame me? He cupped the side of my face once we pulled away and studied me almost tenderly.

"This will be our place," he murmured. "Not Stark's, not the Avengers, not Hydra's. I've already watched one place I love go down in flames and I've already lost one woman I love fall before that even happened, I won't let either of which happen again, not while I'm still breathing. I swear it on my life. We can't let them near this but we can't run from them either, so we'll take the fight to them or die trying."

"Well, you might die, I'm already there but yes, I concur. First we enjoy our mini vacation, then we raise some hell and all the damned that comes with it. To mischief, to merriment, to manslaughter!"

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki romance #the avengers #hydra #necromancy #necromancer #nell the necromancer #loki x oc #loki x original female character #loki x nell #zombies

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june--bixby · 5 years ago

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NAME: June Bixby

AGE: 28

FACECLAIM: Emmy Rossum

GENDER: cisfemale

PRONOUNS: she/her

OCCUPATION: Waitress at Midnite Lite Diner

BIOGRAPHY

Daughter of Lauren Bixby and [insert unknown and absent father]

Her mother burned up pretty fast in town. Graduated high school pregnant, had June, went through several jobs and boyfriends. Eventually dumped June off at her grandmother’s doorstep like a package delivery and drove off. For a few years she would send birthday cards but they all dried up by the time June turned thirteen. Currently MIA though June suspects she’s probably ended up as some Jane Doe in a morgue in Vegas or something other.

With that kind of notoriety on her head June didn’t exactly rise to the top of her school’s social stratosphere. She was a cynic from day one, a little too observant for her own good, and already on track to become a train wreck. Her grandmother tried her best. She took June to church every Sunday, enrolled her in catholic school. (The first of June’s expulsions. This one for fighting) But she was fighting a losing battle to breast cancer.

By fourteen June was drinking, by fifteen smoking, and by sixteen she was getting her hands on pills. Adderall, molly, opioids she wasn’t exactly the picky kind. She began taking bits of cash from her grams wallet to pay for it. (One of the many, many, many things she is still dealing with regret for)

When she started public high school, she was thrown back into the loop with the people she’d gone to elementary school with. She knew of Sara, remembered her, but definitely wasn’t friendly with her. More likely she flew under Sara’s expansive radar.

Her grandmother passed when June was seventeen. Just about a month after June was thrown out for bringing drugs onto school grounds. The family Victorian they lived in was sold to pay her medical debts and June was effectively homeless.

This was when she fell in with the shelter community. She found herself odd jobs around town working as a sales associate, car washer, or pool cleaner. For some time she was able to keep her head afloat.

It wasn’t until then that she really knew Sara. They were brought together by Oliver often on the very edges of town where no one would be looking for them. In the fields, under an overpass. There would be pizza, and beer, and often a lugged over boombox. And then they would start talking.

She wouldn’t call herself any kind of support for Sara considering her own messed up life, but in any case she found herself actually liking her a bit. (And Sara’s friend Clover more than a bit) It was refreshing to realize that the whole town was fucked up, not just her.

And then Prom Night hit on the one year anniversary of her grandmother’s death. June popped pills and drank until everything went black. She woke up in a hospital some time later after having her stomach pumped and with the news of Sara’s disappearance. And she knew immediately that the girl wasn’t missing, or hadn’t fled, she was dead.

For the next seven years she had a rough go at it. Stretches of time when she was sober, followed by a relapse. She tended to bottle up her anger and force it toward things like activism. That’s how she bumped into Wren.

She is currently three years sober, living in a one bedroom apartment in Holyoake, and working as a waitress. She has a burning desire to leave Holyoake in her taillights and move to Seattle or California, or really the middle of the ocean. Anywhere but this town.

She lives with a cat named Crusty that she found in a dumpster. He’s her sobriety coach.

Those close to her tend to call her Bixby or Bix for short.

THREE DEVELOPMENTS/PLOTS YOU'D LIKE TO TAKE YOUR CHARACTER IN

The Anchor- I’d love for her to find something in the town that actually kind of makes her want to stay. (Maybe someone) She hates Holyoake and it’s facade so much but in the end this is the town that made her who she is. When she thinks of saving up and packing her bags though it’d be wonderful to picture that one thing that makes her want to stay.

Home- June’s family’s home is in line to be demolished shortly and turned into a park. She absolutely fucking hates this. This is probably in line with something Sebastian’s business would be doing and I can see her wanting to turn on the activist spirit and stop her one and only home from being destroyed. Maybe even find a way to bring it back under her possession.

Missing hours- June has no idea what the hell she was doing the night Sara died. She knew from getting her stomach pumped that she’d practically overdosed herself on pills and alcohol but the actual act is lost to her. She wants to figure out where she was, who she was with, and what the hell happened.

THREE CONNECTIONS YOU'D LIKE TO MAKE this is in addition to the three on the skeleton

Wren- Can I have activist sisters please and thank you?! Just them teaming up to make Sebastian’s life a living nightmare. What a dream.

Autumn- Double shift, working for a living woman. As someone who doesn’t even give the fact that she’s bisexual a second thought, I think there would be some really interesting interactions. They can bond over their mutual crushes.

Logan- I imagine in the past decade of odd and end jobs that June has probably run into and worked for Logan at different times. Maybe he’s a good influence, maybe not so much. I’d like to think that they hold the same offbeat kind of feeling where they don’t belong to any group in town or fit into the social norms.

#holyintro #she is destruction given form and function #everything was blue; her hands her pills her jeans

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pacifistofpatience · 5 years ago

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How would UT, UF and US skeletons react to a S/O who got diagnosed with cancer or another deadly disease?

((Please forgive me if I couldn’tdo this… Justice? I’ve never had to dealwith cancer directly affecting my life but I hope I could do well here? ))

TW: Cancer (Oh my god I don’teven know if that counts as a TW, I have no idea how to tag this stuff), Deathmentions, implied potential Mourning???

Undertale

Sans

Gone

I want to say he’s there fromthe beginning but he just… poofs off for a while

It’s the stress (and absoluteterror) that makes him do this. Sans isn’t the kind of guy that can handle thissort of stuff well and tends to chose fleeing over all else

He’s very much aware it’sthe worst possible thing to do, but he can’t stop himself. It takes a few daysof him being MIA (and a lot of time spent around Papyrus trying to check up onyou) for him to come back

At first insists thatmaybe he could find something, sure he hasn’t really used his PHD in a while,but he could… try?? Maybe just try anything?? He’s sure there’s a way to fix this???

He’s running through allthe stages of Grief at full speed. Probably tires himself out quickly

And hell be gone again ifyou don’t stop him—too focused on saving you he forgot that you were still there.That maybe this is something he can’t just fix

If you need him with you, you’regoing to have to tell him this. He’ll listen, he’ll listen to anything yousay

You, him, and Papyrusspend a lot of time together

(But he never tells youabout the nights he stays up far too late, working hard in the hope that maybesomething will work)

Papyrus

Out of all of them, is probablythe one that is most likely to propose/marry/bond to you soon after the news

Listen, its not justbecause of this, he loves you dearly and he was planning to do this at some point!(The poor little romantic probably already had a ring picked out) but with thisnew information…

(He doesn’t want to say itfeels like there’s been a time limit put on your relationship. But he feelslike everything could just Stop one day and there would still be thingshe hasn’t done with you! For you!

And he can’t— He can’tjust do them without you!)

… well! It called for achange of plans!

Little victories with yourhealth become huge celebrations in Papyrus eyes! And when you get worse… Itjust… Feels like the world crumbles around him

One of the hardest to talkto about more serious stuff, kind of because in his mind he wants to believe thatyou will get better! No matter what!

Underfell

Red

No nonoonono

He left that shithole Undergroundfor a better life, a happier life. And, now, a life with you

And it just feels like…like that world is still trying to take from him

There’s a way to make thisbetter, right

(Please tell him there’s away to make this better…)

He can’t do much to helpyou, but he makes life bearable.

A lot of lazy nights spentjust together, watching movies and cuddling, acting like the world has come toa full stop just for the two of you. He’s never in a rush with you.

Spends a lot less timedoing actual work and instead chooses to spend it with you

(Boss gets softer aroundRed, and oddly enough they seem to come to this silent agreement that aftereverything passes (Or the worst case scenario) things will be better

Boss will make sure of it

At least Red has someoneby his side when this is all over)

Boss

What’s something you’ve alwayswanted to do?

No! No this cant wait!!Tell him now!! He needs to know, anything, anywhere he’ll make it happen.

Stars above he’s going todo everything in his power to make sure you’ll survive this, but he knows the realitiesof it, and he knows there’s a chance you won’t, so he’s going to make every starsdamedday count.

Very blunt about it, hesaware of the situation and he knows where this all may lead but…

But Fuck It!! Not everyonegets a warning when their time comes and he’s sure as hell going to make sureyou two use it to its full potential!!

Oddly enough, Reds aroundmore. their conversations become more hushed and there’s less jabs takenbetween them.

(There are some things Bosscant tell you, but someone knows how to wring them out of him)

Underswap

Sky

Emotional support is histop priority

He’s there with youthrough every moment. Helping you through doctors’ visits. He even becomes wellknown around the hospital!

Absorbing any of the informationthe doctors give you two. Has a notepad and pen out jotting important informationdown

It seems like he’s taking it…overly well… controlled. And when you guys do have some less then stellarconversations about the future he’s either there to reassure you that thefuture is nothing but bright in his eyes! Or he’s able to keep from crying like…

Like he really wants to do

God this poor baby is amess when no one’s around, but he’ll keep it together.

(He wants to say its for your sake but…

…It’s more for his sanity’ssake)

Pappy

At first, it’s like nothingchanged

He holds you just thesame, spends the days with you, he loves you all the same

But when the illnessfinally starts to take effect on your external appearance is when it really hitshim how sick you are, and that time may be limited

He struggles to come toterms with it, part of him wanting to believe this will be like any old humansickness that lasts a week and then is done. He wants to come home and see youOK but he knows that’s not going to happen

A lot of the time he’s tooscared to go to any doctors appointments you have, terrified that maybe this timethere will only be worse news

(And he’s terrified to cementthe thought of you dying in his head)

After a short while heshakes himself out of it and instead focused almost all of his time on you

This isn’t something he can save you from, but he’s going to try his bestto make sure every moment you’re here you’re happy

(and a selfish part of him wants you to be happy with him)

#Undertale #underswap #underfell #Sans #Papyrus #US!Sans #US!Papyrus #UF!Sans #UF!Papyrus #Cancer #death mention #Anonymous #I spent a good...#three #four days on this #because i wanted to be careful #idk if it turned out ok but i tried

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 6 years ago

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- it’s over!!!

- oh my God. so.

- like, ultimately good show, the kids were great

- but who wants to help me murder an elderly keyboardist

- the usual music director couldn’t be there today, and they knew that from the start, so this other dude has been here all week rehearsing so he could run the show today, so we thought it’d be fine

- he was. so terrible. wrong notes all over the place. the kids were mostly able to deal with it but were visibly confused and annoyed. but the absolute worst. the worst offense. was ‘One Step Closer’. he just.....played a random fucking tune. literally no one knew what the hell was going on. he was playing quietly too so at first we were like ‘oh shit did the piano mic die’ but NO- this man literally just fucking, ruined the entire song. none of the back up dancers knew when to come on because they couldn’t hear their sound cue. everyone was just standing on stage confused for like a full five minutes, it was awkward and painful to watch- poor Eric couldn’t figure out what to do or when to sing, he barely got half the lyrics out. the kid looked like he was gonna cry!!! it’s his only song in the show!!!! I was backstage later and he was laying on the floor looking miserable while his friends were standing around him omfg

- and LET ME TELL YOU WHAT MISS ARIEL DID

- SHE FUCKING

- I was trying to fix her mic at intermission and this kid would NOT calm down, and when she heard the 50/50 raffle music, despite being TOLD it was the raffle, she assumed she was missing her cue so she takes off running

- I was still holding her mic

- you know when you have a dog on a leash and it takes off real fast and drags you behind it

- that, except the leash costs $500

- FUCK

- so then I tried to get it back on her properly and I get back to the soundbooth. the act starts. her mic is hanging off her goddamn face because she fucked up the tape

- and there’s like...no fucking time to catch her properly between scenes in act 2 so I was just back there the whole time trying to grab her but THIS BITCJH RUNS SO FAST

- I FINALLY got her when she was doing her costume change right before she actually gets her voice back- get back to the soundbooth, she talks, HER MICROPHONE ISNT FUCKING WORKING!!!

- IT JSUT!!!!! STOPPED!!!!

- we thought okay fuck maybe the connections too loose or it got muted during her costume change but when I got it after the show- not loose, not muted, full batteries, SO LITERALLY WHAT WAS WRONG HELLO!!!!

- so she did the whole last scene with no mic despite all my dramatic efforts....I swear that girl must’ve invoked the Scottish Play like what the FUCK

- I’m still so stressed I just wanna yell sldksjdklf

- remember how I told you that we specifically gave Carlotta a broken mic because she doesn’t sing but opening night it was accidentally put on the Chef so last night I put it on the Carlotta and gave the Chef the functioning one like we were supposed to but then both the other sound guys got inexplicably mad because they were convinced the Chef always had the broken mic and wouldn’t accept that I was right

- remember this saga

- they fucking gave Carlotta the Chef’s mic today

- I couldn’t even find it in me to argue. but it was so fucking stupid

- the Chef started her song and they were panicking because no one could fucking hear her even though she was turned all the way up. they couldn’t figure it out!

- HUH. IT’S ALMOST LIKE SHE WAS WEARING A FUCKING BROKEN MICROPHONE. HOW STRANGE. HOW BIZARRE. IF ONLY THERE HAD BEEN SOME WAY AROUND THAT.

- IGSKDFJKGSWDJFADSLJ

- Triton introduced me to his vlog and Sebastian asked me to sign his playbill....I’m getting famous, guys!

- the trident literally broke in half and was being held together with duct tape

- there were kids playing Harry Potter with some of the brooms laying around and a couple kids had them like, doubled up, so one kid would be on top of two broom sticks and they’d both run together.....a Nimbus 2000 Built For Two(tm). amazing idea

- a girl I went to hs with showed up with her baby and my rabies simply could not take it

- the fog machine worked today!!! without being a fire hazard! thank God

- like tbh...there could have been more smoke but. I’ll take it lmao

- one dressing room was blasting Mamma Mia and the other dressing room was blasting Spring Awakening lmao

- a girl said she thought Waterloo was a stupid song, I literally actually gasped out loud. in the other dressing room, one girl had never heard of SA and all the other kids were very offended by her lack of taste lmao

- *Ursula comes out on stage* * immediate deafening applause*

- BY THE WAY all week I’ve been going crazy because Something about the eels reminded me of something else but I couldn’t place it but today I realized.

- they

- they fucking

- they look like the skeletons from the David S. Pumpkins sketch

- I screamed

- right before we opened doors when the kids are supposed to be behind the curtain and quiet, all you could here was 63 tiny voices screeching “I’M OFF THE DEEP END, WATCH AS I DIVE IN-”. they did the whole fucking song, guys. the other sound guy was completely scandalized that so many little kids had seen an R rated movie lmao

- also tell me why they all harmonized on that song better than any of the songs in little mermaid? lmao

- but overall I mean! this was a show that certainly happened!

- the kids were all great though but. I’m glad its over and done with lmao I’m so tired.

- hopefully for mamma mia we’ll have a hot crustacean band(tm) that knows wth they’re doing

- but yeah....we’re in luck down in the muck that lm is over lol

#musicals #little mermaid vagueblogging 2k19 #molly mumbles #lol

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lurktastrophy · 3 years ago

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I’m one of those weirdos who make massive playlists of video essays/reviews/whatever for background sound, so I’ll put a cut before my recommendations list, because it’s long.

Also these reccs are based on the content produced, if the people who made them did something awful or something, I’m probably not aware of it, and this isn’t an endorsement of them as people, just that they make good background stuff. Video Essayists/Reviewers (In no particular order): - Ross’s Game Dungeon (CW for outdated terminology sometimes) - TehSnakerer - ThorHighHeels (CW for gunshot sounds during outro) - Noah Caldwell-Gervais - Grim Beard (Opening skit is not representative of video quality overall) - Errant Signal - Designing For - Avalanche Reviews - Transparency - Matt McMuscles - Rerez - KingK - RagnarRox - AesirAesthetics - Raycevick - Whitelight - CyanLime - Micah Edmonds - MandaloreGaming - NeverKnowsBest - Strat-Edgy Productions - The Salt Factory - Austin Eruption - Indigo Gaming - I am Error, Charlatan Wonder - Liam Triforce - AntDude - Nafan - Leadhead - Patricia Taxxon - Lord Ravenscraft - I Finished A Video Game - Boulder Punch - Stop Skeletons From Fighting - thesummerofmark - DEMENZA'S GATE - Jacob Geller - Pim's Crypt - Warlockracy (CW for outdated terminology) - hazel - Bad Ghosts - Sophie from Mars - BadLad - The Nth Review - Caddicarus - Last Minute Essays - Jonii - CloudConnection - Paper Will - Marsh - Yuriofwind - Night Mind - coldcrashpictures - David J Bradley - James Somerton - Phelan Porteous (CW for outdated terminology) - AdequateEmily - Xiran Jay Zhao - Style is Substance - Ladyknightthebrave - Billiam - BREADSWORD - Big Joel - Overly Sarcastic Productions - Nyx Fears - We're In Hell - ToonrificTariq - STRANGE ÆONS - Study of Swords - Negative Legend - iilluminaughtii - KnowledgeHusk & Whimsu - Slope's Game Room - MarcosHouses - Maggie Mae Fish - James Tullos - Skyehoppers - Bonsai Pop - CJ The X - BennettTheSage (CW for old videos that have not aged well) - José - Mia Mulder - Technology Connections - Josh Strife Hayes - jan Misali - Folding Ideas - TREY the Explainer - Isaac Arthur - Tale Foundry - Curious Archive - E.D.G.E - Todd in the Shadows - Kim Justice - Caelan Conrad - Sheep In The Box - Thought Slime - Lace and Steel - Pamphleteer - CritFacts - Shaun - Cass Eris Podcasts: - Well There's Your Problem Podcast - Srsly Wrong - Byte Marx - Flash In The Pan - It’s (Probably) Not Aliens - Kill James Bond

HOLD UP I just realized I could do this

All of u following me who happen to see this post, please reblog or reply with your favorite video essays or like… soothing videos (people making things or cooking things), or anything that’s nice to watch when I can only lie still like a pupating caterpillar holding a mug of tea. I could keep rewatching my favorite videos and the full series of the Japanese version of “How It’s Made”, that’s been going good so far, but I should get some variety. Thank you!

#sorry for the wall

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czld-and-wrxthful · 6 years ago

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Character Playlists!

10-15 songs per character, for each muse on this blog in order!

Sarah Manning - History

Buy You A Rose - AJR

Simple Song - Passenger

Girls/Girls/Boys - Panic! At The Disco

I Got You - Christopher Jackson

I Want To Write You A Song - One Direction

Dreamer - Aso

Song Of The Caged Bird - Lindsey Stirling

Nocturnal Waltz - Johannes Bornlöf

I Found Love - Owl City

Laugh Till I Cry - The Front Bottoms

James Cunnington - History

Brave Enough (Feat. Christina Perri) - Lindsey Stirling

Trust - Ásgeir

Devil Town - Cavetown

The Distance - Relient K

Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too - Say Anything

Gimme Coffee, Or Death - Mischief Brew

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Tangled In The Great Escape - Pierce The Veil, Jason Butler

The Plan (Fuck Jobs) - The Front Bottoms

Misery - Maroon 5

William Manning, Jr - History

No Shade In The Shadow Of The Cross - Sufjan Stevens

Dear Maria, Count Me In - All Time Low

Making All Things New - Aaron Epse

The Carousel - Allysa Nelson

A Sky Full Of Flowers - Jeff Bright Jr

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Survival AJJ - Ghost Mice

Warm Darkness - Mia Strass

10 Feet Tall - Cavetown

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Bruce Wayne - Gotham

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Bloom - The Paper Kites

I’m Gay - Bowling For Soup

King - Lauren Aquilina

Little Pistol - Mother Mother

The Crow - Dessa

Annabelle - Dessa

Yellow - Coldplay

Your Soul - Gothic Tropic

Meteor Shower - Cavetown

This Is Why We Fight - The Decemberists

Everyone But You - The Decemberists

We Don’t Have To Dance - Andy Black

The Moon Song - Scarlett Johansson, Joaquin Phoenix

Never Get To Know - Paul Baribeau

Veronica Sawyer - Heathers

Never Get To Know - Paul Baribeau

Marceline - Willow

Smile - Lily Allen

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

He’s Hurting Me - Maria Mena

Secret For The Mad - Dodie

Vacation Town - The Front Bottoms

Oh Ms Believer - Twenty One Pilots

One Love - Marianas Trench

Hell No - Ingrid Michaelson

Misanthropic Drunken Loner - Days N Daze

Under The Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers

This Is Home - Cavetown

Superman - Rachel Platten

Sloppy Seconds - Watsky

Jacqueline Callaghan - OC

I Don’t Know My Name - Grace VanderWaal

Sober Up - AJR

High School Never Ends - Bowling For Soup

One Foot - Walk The Moon

Skinny Love - Bon Iver

I Like Me Better - Lauv

King And Lionheart - Of Monsters And Men

Must Have Done Something Right - Relient K

3AM - AJR

Nothing Ever Happens - Rachel Platten

Congratulations - Dessa

I’m Not Dead - Boyinaband

Ring Of Fire - Home Free, Avi Kaplan

Heart Of Stone - American Authors

I Found Love - Owl City

Javier Delacroix - OC

I Found Love - Owl City

Ring Of Fire - Home Free, Avi Kaplan

People Ii: The Reckoning - AJJ

New Beginnings - Kupla

HIM - Sam Smith

I Know You Too Well To Like You Anymore - Reel Big Fish

Little Game - Benny

Boom Clap - Charli XCX

Don’t Stay In School - Boyinaband

Master Of Tides - Lindsey Stirling

Breathe - Lauv

Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms

If My Heart Was A House - Owl City

How To Never Stop Being Sad - Dandelion Hands

Weak - AJR

Philip Hamilton - Hamilton The Musical, History

Rays Of Hope - Oneke

Nocturnal Waltz - Johannes Bornlöf

Waltz For Dreamers - Matt Stewart-Evans

Mirror Lake - Angus MacRae

Delicate Transitions - Gavin Luke

Warm Darkness - Mia Strass

Remove The Complexities - Peter Sandberg

Waves From A Distance - Martin Skoog

The Carousel - Allysa Nelson

A Sky Full Of Flowers - Jeff Bright Jr

Fight Night Champion - Cyberbully Mom Club

Adam’s Song - Blink-182

Bird Song - Florence + The Machine

Heart Of Stone - American Authors

Replaced - American Authors

Saoirse Crowley - OC

Replaced - American Authors

Turning Out - AJR

Blue Lips - Regina Spektor

Critical Hit - Ghost Mice

Sugar, We’re Goin Down - Fall Out Boy

Air Balloon - Lily Allen

Beautiful Trauma - P!nk

King - Lauren Aquilina

I Don’t Know Who You Are - Garfunkel And Oates

Hate That You Know Me - Bleachers

Looking Like This - Lyre Le Temps

Bloom - The Paper Kites

Art School Wannabe - Sorority Noise

Little Pistol - Mother Mother

Hidden In The Sand - Tally Hall

Asra - The Arcana

Hidden In The Sand - Tally Hall

Kids In America - Kim Wilde

You Make My Dreams - Daryl Hall & John Oates

I’m So Excited - The Pointer Sisters

Super Trouper - ABBA

Don’t Stop Believing - Journey

Walk Of Life - Dire Straits

Walking On Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves

Eye Of The Tiger - Survivor

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Raspberry Beret - Prince

Africa - Toto

Footloose - Kenny Loggins

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham!

Funky Town - Lipps Inc

Jughead Jones - Riverdale

We Won’t - Jaymes Young, Phoebe Ryan

Castle On A Hill - Ed Sheeran

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

American Kids - Poppy

Burn The House Down - AJR

iD - Michael Patrick Kelly, Gentleman

Call My Dad - AJR

Do Better - Say Anything

Smoothie King - Bowling For Soup

Run - Vampire Weekend

I Hate Everything - Just Nick

I’m Born To Run - American Authors

Big Idea - AJR

Pitchfork Kids - AJR

I’ve Changed Too - Justin Kalk

Angelica Hamilton - Hamilton, History

You Look Like A Girl - Boyinaband

Green - Cavetown

Deathbed - Relient K

Back Home - Andy Grammer

Daylight - Maroon 5

Fuqboi - Hey Violet

The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

Feel Something - Jaymes Young

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Lowlife - Poppy

Don’t Fill Up On Chips - The Front Bottoms

Daylily - Movements

Ghosting - Mother Mother

You Used To Say (Holy Fuck) - The Front Bottoms

Runs In The Family - Amanda Palmer

Harleen Quinzel - Batman, Comics

You Used To Say (Holy Fuck) - The Front Bottoms

Fuck Away The Pain - Divide The Day

Pride - American Authors

Set It All Free - Scarlett Johansson

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

No Children - The Mountain Goats

Walkashame - Meghan Trainor

Bit By Bit - Mother Mother

Starring Role - Marina And The Diamonds

Ocean Eyes - Bilie Eilish

Honestly - Hot Chelle Rae

Like Lovers Do - Hey Violet

We Don’t Have To Dance - Andy Black

Champion - Fall Out Boy

Dear Maria, Count Me In - All Time Low

Mae Borowski - Night In The Woods

Skeleton - The Front Bottoms

Ghosting - Mother Mother

Little Talks - Of Monsters And Men

Love Love Love - Of Monsters And Men

Too Much Fun - Boyinaband

Hello Monsta - Boyinaband

No Children - The Mountain Goats

Body - Mother Mother

Spooky Ghosts - SNCKPCK

Devil Town - Cavetown

Putting The Dog To Sleep - The Antlers

Machine - MisterWives

The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

Runs In The Family - Amanda Palmer

Lowlife - Poppy

Lance McClain - Voltron

Runs In The Family - Amanda Palmer

Starring Role - Marina And The Diamonds

Early Morning Coffee Cups - Jaimi Faulkner

Laugh Till I Cry - The Front Bottoms

The Crow - Dessa

Stone - Jaymes Young

Break The Rules - Charli XCX

Song For Isabelle - Pierce The Veil

If I Tremble - Front Porch Step

Sick Of Losing Soulmates - Dodie

Tear In My Heart - Twenty One Pilots

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore

I’m Good - The Mowgli’s

Stutter - Maroon 5

Mariana García - The Walking Dead: Season Three

I’m Good - The Mowgli’s

Stutter - Maroon 5

Three Thirty - AJR

Better When I’m Dancin’ - Meghan Trainor

Speechless - Rachel Platten

Congratulations - Rachel Platten

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Brave - Sara Bareilles

Set It All Free - Scarlett Johansson

Something Wonderful - Seaway

Wolves - Selena Gomez, Marshmello

You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last

Infinity - AJR

Imagine - Pentatonix

Perfect - Ed Sheeran

Loki - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Fuck Away The Pain - Divide The Day

The Crow - Dessa

Lowlife - Poppy

Gasoline - Divide The Day

Train Wreck - Divide The Day

Fight Night Champion - Cyberbully Mom Club

The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

Bird Song - Florence + The Machine

Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms

You Used To Say (Holy Fuck) - The Front Bottoms

The Boredom Is The Reason I Started Swimming. It’s Also The Reason I Started Sinking - The Front Bottoms

The Plan (Fuck Jobs) - The Front Bottoms

Laugh Till I Cry - The Front Bottoms

Friday Night - Lily Allen

Maps - Maroon 5

MJ / Michelle Jones - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Moves Like Jagger - Maroon 5

A Children’s Crusade On Acid - Margot & The Nuclear So And So’s

The Kids Don’t Stand A Chance - Vampire Weekend

Dairy Queen - PWR BTTM

Calamity Song - The Decemberists

All Of The Drugs - The Brobecks

Dead - Madison Beer

The Crow - Dessa

Brand New City - Mitski

Coast (It’s Gonna Get Better) - Patrick Stump

St. Patrick - Pvris

Down By The Water - The Decemberists

Repetition - Purity Ring

Unbelievers - Vampire Weekend

This Is Why We Fight - The Decemberists

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sunken-standard · 7 years ago

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Halloween Sentence Meme Fill

From this list, requested by @anitaww-blog: And for the Halloween starters: “This isn’t one of those Santa Clause things, is it? I don’t want to know what kinds of presents he would bring.” Thank you.

"Oh dear God," were the first words out of Sherlock's mouth as he stepped into Molly's flat. He hadn't even been in Italy for a week and it looked like Molly had moved out and sublet her flat to a combination party supply/ New Age shop. Bats and antique glass bottles filled with coloured liquids and fake cobwebs and rustic brooms and—were those dried bunches of herbs? When did she acquire a complete articulated skeleton? He'd not seen that before, though why she felt the need to put a witch's hat on it was beyond him.

"Oh, you're back!" she said, popping up from behind the breakfast bar like some deranged shop girl.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he asked, wondering if he had, in fact, actually stepped through a vortex in spacetime and ended up in a different universe.

"It's called a dress," she said, moving to the middle of the kitchen floor and holding out the side of the gauzy black skirt while her other arm extended to nowhere, the fringed shawl (also black) she wore looking vaguely like bat wings as she did an odd little twirl, bowing her back so her hair hung past her bum. He tried not to stare at where the very low v-neck of the dress gapped and he could see the lace of her bra (even that was black) or at how the high-heeled side-button Victorian boots made her deceptively long legs seem even longer.

Down boy, he thought, blurting the first not-creepy thing that came to mind. "You look like you rode a bicycle through a clothesline in Camden Market."

She gave him a look that was the physical equivalent of a wtf? and yes, fine, it made more sense in his head because he'd pictured it like an old film, some kind of out-of-control bicycle chase complete with rollicking piano score and horrified Goth onlookers. In his defence, he'd only had a nap on the plane and before that he hadn't slept in days.

"Why are you dressed like that?" he recovered.

"It's the Great Pumpkin, Sherlock Holmes!" she grinned.

"Wh—pumpkin?"

"It's from a cartoon. The Great Pumpkin visits all the good boys and girls on Halloween night and—"

"This isn’t one of those Father Christmas things, is it? I don’t want to know what kinds of presents he would bring. Probably something naff and covered in purple glitter. And themed. Halloween," he scoffed. "How very American."

"It was ours first, I'm taking it back. Besides, Halloween is the one month a year I can dress like Stevie Nicks every day and not feel silly. Well, not as silly as I normally would."

"Who?"

She spun again and looked at him expectantly; he wondered if she'd stopped by Baker Street recently for one of Mrs. Hudson's soothers.

"Nevermind. How was the case?"

"Exhausting, ultimately disappointing, but it's one less favour I owe Mycroft," he said, finally slipping out of his coat.

"Mm. Better luck next time, I suppose. Are you hungry? The ladyfingers should be cool by now."

He looked at the tray on the worktop and yes, exactly what he expected, complete with almonds for the finger nails.

"Oh how novel."

"I've got mince mice and mummy breadsticks in the oven, if you can wait about," she glanced at the clock, "half an hour?"

"Sounds delicious," he said flatly. He was hungry, though. And tired. "I'm going to have a lie-down until then."

She waved him off and he trudged up the stairs, wondering how they'd ended up an old married couple without so much as ever having kissed; mystery for the ages, he supposed.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he got to the bedroom; gone was the paisley-print duvet and the eight thousand coordinating throw pillows. The bed was made up in a deep red velvet with black embroidered trim and draped in some kind of sheer black fabric somehow attached to the ceiling and wrapped around the bedposts.

Where had she been storing all this? he thought. It obviously wasn't new. He shrugged it off and stripped on his way to the wardrobe, only to find that the plain cotton pyjamas in his drawer had been replaced by black satin. That was going a bit far, but whatever, he didn't care, he just wanted to sleep.

He woke up rather suddenly to a child standing over him with a knife; he rolled on reflex and the knife plunged into the pillow, sending feathers flying.

"You hesitated, Eurus. Next time only savour the moment after you've successfully stabbed someone."

"Yes, Father," she said glumly. "Mother says breakfast is ready."

"Mm. Go untie your brother and make sure he doesn't wash his hands. Wiggins!"

"You rang?" He appeared from the shadows, looming over the bed.

"Do clean this up. Have you seen Mrs. Hudson?"

"Inna basement, inn't she?"

"Mm. It's Thursday, I suppose she's summoning Mrs. Turner for tea again. Honestly, I wish she'd just content herself with demons, ectoplasm is so hard to get out of the carpet," he muttered, turning this way and that in the mirror, deciding if his moustache needed to be trimmed. Wiggins held out his dressing gown, but Sherlock opted for the pinstripe jacket instead; no time for lounging this morning.

He went downstairs to the dining room, the table already laid for breakfast. Eurus and Mycroft came running in, Mycroft covered in dirt. Soil from the western corner of the garden, by the look of it. Eurus did so love the family plot; he smiled fondly as he wondered who she'd dug up to replace with Mycroft this time.

Molly came floating in, resplendent as always in her hobble skirt and blood red lipstick.

"Mycroft," she scolded. "what have we said about grenades at the table?"

"Always pull the pin out first," he repeated glumly.

"That's right," she smiled, setting down a thick slice of chocolate cake in front of him. She rounded the table to Sherlock's place and they watched proudly as their son pulled the pin and handed the grenade to his sister. Eurus scowled at him happily before digging into her own breakfast of frogs' legs and balut one-handed.

"Wretched morning, isn't it my darling?" Molly said, laying a hand on the back of his neck, brushing her fingers through the ends of his curls.

"Absolutely dreadful, cara mia," he said, taking her other hand and kissing his way up her arm.

"Sherlock," she sighed happily.

"Sherlock," she said rather less happily. His eyes flew open and he was momentarily disoriented; the material under his mouth was still black crepe, but why was he—

He sat up, blinking awake. "What?" he asked, trying to sound more coherent than he felt.

"I said, it's time for dinner, if you're hungry. Which, apparently you are, since you were saying something in Italian and gnawing on my arm just now. Had I known you were turning cannibal I wouldn't have bothered with the shopping this week, I would’ve just brought something home from work," she tittered, awkwardly extracting her arm from his grasp.

"So you didn't redecorate your bedroom to look like something from a vampire film?"

"Noo..." she said, looking over her shoulder at him on her way to the kitchen. "You started telling me about the Pope giving you a tour of the secret ossuary under St. Peter's and then you just passed out on the sofa."

"So you didn't make mince mice on a stick or mummy bread?"

"No? I made a mummy's head," she said, directing his attention to the platter on the breakfast bar. It was both creative and rather gruesome.

"Would you like to have dinner sometime?" he asked impulsively, their dream-children still fresh in his mind. Every journey begins with a single step.

"Um, we're about to?" she said, scrutinizing him. "You didn't forget to mention a head injury, did you?"

Bollocks, he thought. So much for that. "It's only a slight concussion, I've had worse from walking to a doorframe," he lied. Smooth, Holmes.

She huffed a breath and rolled her eyes.

There was always next time, he supposed.

(The mummy head is real. I know what I'll be making for dinner tomorrow night...)

#anitaww-blog #halloween sentence meme #sherlolly #sunken's secret stash

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dragonasheswrites-blog · 7 years ago

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Bullet Hell, Chapter 1: Resolve

Frisk’s new partner is lazy, uncooperative, and rude. That might be fine in a drinking partner, but they have a job to do. What happens when he doesn’t have her back at a crucial moment?

Next: Chapter 2: Victory

Click here for the story overview.

Frisk braced herself and fired at the shadowy figure looming towards her, grinning when she was rewarded with a screech of pain and rage. She’d been out all night and her head was spinning from exhaustion, but she was still the best gunner in Haven.

A second shot - the last one in in her magazine - finished off the poor creature. “Sans, I’m out!”

There was no response.

Stars. The lazy asshole had run off on her again, hadn’t he. She scanned her surroundings. It looked like that was the last of the pack she’d been hunting anyways. Frisk set up her recon beacon - a patched-together bundle of cameras and sensors - to alert her if anything tried to sneak up on her post, then shouldered her rifle and set off to look for her spotter.

He’s a valuable asset, they’d said. He’ll be good for you, they’d said. Filthy liars, every last one.

And...okay, it wasn’t Haven Command’s fault that Sans was the laziest person in the settlement. If she hadn’t been paired off with him, she would’ve even approved; she could appreciate a guy who knew the value of a good nap. Just...not when it interfered with her work.

She lifted the branches that helped camouflage of their temporary encampment and looked around. No Sans. That narrowed things down, at least; if he hadn’t come back to camp, there was only one other place he could be. She opened her mobile locator and set off into the surrounding forest.

How Sans had managed to get into the Ebott Forest Patrol was anyone’s guess. Frisk herself had gone through a pretty rigorous physical and psychological evaluation before she was allowed outside Haven’s walls, but that had been a few years back. Maybe the top brass was getting soft. Maybe he’d bought his way in. It didn’t matter.

What mattered was that he openly and blatantly didn’t give a damn about the Patrol or it’s mission. He didn’t care about eliminating the mutated creatures that threatened both the local wildlife and the citizens of Haven, didn’t care about hunting for food, didn’t care about the infection that spread through the forest a little more every day. No; Sans cared about one thing and one thing only: his younger brother.

It was pretty sweet of him, she had to (grudgingly) admit. He’d gone through all the effort of not only getting himself added to the Patrol’s roster, but also put on the same squad as his brother. And he’d done it in a way no one could argue with. Frisk needed a spotter who could see in the dark to be effective on night routes, and Sans fit all her requirements perfectly.

Too perfectly, in fact. She had to hand it to him: he’d done his homework very well.

As she approached the site indicated by her locator, Frisk announced herself with her callsign tapped out in code against the barrel of her shotgun. A tense moment of silence passed, then she got a response from just ahead. She hoisted herself onto a low-hanging branch and was greeted by her squadmate, Tricia, and Tricia’s very much not-absent partner.

“Slacking off?” Tricia grinned.

Frisk tried to twist her face into a pleasant expression in exchange. Tricia was a veteran of the night team, and Frisk had a lot of respect for her, but it was annoying to always be lumped in with Sans. Frisk was a very good gunner in her own right, with the best shot-to-kill ratio of anyone in Haven. She’d wanted to make a good impression on her new squadmate.

Three missions in, and Sans had thoroughly put a kibosh on all of that.

“Looking for my spotter,” Frisk grumbled. She turned to Tricia’s partner. “Papyrus, have you seen your brother?”

Papyrus vibrated with some strong emotion - excitement, perhaps, or worry. *No,* he signed, a little clumsily. *He was here earlier, but he left.*

“How long ago?”

The tall skeleton shrugged. He was coming along very well with sign language - his voice carried much too far for anything resembling stealth - but it was still a work in progress.

His partner thought for a moment. “I’d say...about half an hour? Did you check back at camp?”

“I did. He’s gone MIA on me. Again.”

“Aww, honey, he’ll show up. Night patrol gets to everyone sooner or later. It’s quiet out; I wouldn’t get too worried.”

“Right. Well. I’d better get back. My beacon’s still on the fritz and I don’t really trust it. Maintenance keeps delaying my repair request.” Possibly because Sans kept pranking them.

“Alright.” Tricia took a sip of water from her flask and resettled herself on her branch. “You wanna use mine?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll do a quick eyeball search on my way back to my post.”

Tricia and Papyrus waved her off, and she set back out.

The night was quiet, as Tricia had said. It was eerie. Frisk, used to daytime patrols, hadn’t quite adjusted to how still things could get. On the one hand, fewer non-mutated animals were out at night, so differentiating between the infected and the normal was easier; on the other, being human was a distinct disadvantage in the dark.

Which was why she was supposed to be with her spotter. The guy who actually could see.

“Why,” she grumbled under her breath as she settled back into her post, “of all the gunners in Haven, did he have to be paired with-”

And everything went blank.

She awoke to the uncomfortable sensation of being dragged by her foot. It took her a moment - and a few unpleasant bumps to her throbbing head - to recover, but when she did, she almost wished she’d remained unconscious.

The enormous dark shape of some kind of dog-like creature was towing her through the forest like a sack of meat. She tried to remain still, but some of her panic must have alerted it; it glanced at her for a moment, eyeing her thoughtfully, before giving her a rough shake that rattled her teeth. She lay limp.

Satisfied, the beast started dragging her again.

Frisk carefully took stock of herself. Her headache was receding, slowly, but she could still feel the strange static that came from the aftermath of a psychic attack.

Shit. Shit. The area had been cleared of psionics weeks ago; it had been one of Frisk’s last missions with the daylight crew, in fact. She pushed that thought away. That was in the past; it was behind her now.

A realization struck her, threatening her composure. There was a sharp pain in her ankle near where the creature’s claws were wrapped around her boot. She tried to catch a glimpse of it, but the dark, heavy, standard-issue pants barely showed blood. There was no way to tell if it was a scratch or something...worse.

On the upside, it was unlikely to matter. This thing hadn’t eaten her outright, so either it was dragging back to a den to wait for her to convert into a mindless thrall, or…

...or it had a nest.

A nest meant babies. Babies meant a growing population. A growing population of psionics this close to Haven meant danger not just to the local environment, but to every man, woman and child in the settlement.

She breathed as deeply as she could, upside down as she was. More than 50% of the Patrol eventually fell prey to the creatures they fought. She knew that better than most, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on that. The point was, she’d always known how her life would probably end.

Frisk was a member of the Ebott Forest Patrol. She had sworn on her life to protect and defend the citizens of Haven from the dangers the forest held. She knew she couldn’t defeat this beast - she was a small woman, no amount of training could change that - but she could do her best to take as many of its children down with her.

Assuming it had children, of course. The whole infected-thrall thing was still an option, especially if it had bitten her.

After an interminable amount of time the creature suddenly dropped, dragging Frisk with it. She gritted her teeth against the pain of falling a good five feet into the entrance of what appeared to be a massive cave dug into the packed dirt.

Thankfully, the creature had dropped her leg during the fall. For one moment she considered trying to get away; it wasn’t paying attention to her, and she wasn’t that far from her campsite…

But then, she noticed the nest.

Probably a dozen eyeless pink monstrosities, each as long as her forearm, wriggled among a mess of tattered fur and cloth. Her stomach clenched in revulsion; some of the cloth looked like the kind she had worn nearly every day for years, the durable material that comprised the uniforms of the Patrol. How long had this thing been around? How many people had it hunted down?

Well, there was no going back now. She had to put a stop to it, or die trying.

(She acknowledged, deep in some calm and quiet part of her mind, that she was definitely going to die trying.)

Now, at the end of her life, she felt a few regrets. She wished she had been nicer to a few people. She wished she had taken Sans up on his offer of going out to dinner the night before they left. She wished she hadn’t snuck that toad into Tricia’s bedroll on her way back through camp. She wished...

Oh, well.

She breathed deeply and evenly, letting her training take over. Her strength was nothing against the beast that had dragged her in, even if she’d been in top condition; she had to find another way. She quickly took inventory of what she had on her. Her locator had been lost in whatever psychic attack that had knocked her unconscious back at her post, which was expected but unfortunate; she needed some way to signal her comrades of the danger in case she wasn’t able to finish the job.

Her fingers closed on a flare. That, she decided, would do quite nicely.

Her machete was still strapped to her leg, surprisingly enough. She could feel the telltale pressure of her boot knives as well. That gave her three weapons against a dozen or so baby critters.

Actually…

She slowly moved her hand around the side of her belt, praying. Yeah, that would work. It would hurt like hell without a gas mask, but maybe - just maybe - she could pull this off.

The largest of the creatures turned back towards her when she dropped the hissing flare, remembering its quarry, and Frisk knew her time was up. Without hesitation, she pulled the pin on the gas canister she held and threw it at the nest.

The pain was almost instantaneous. Tear gas this strong wasn’t meant for humans, or even the natural fauna of the forest; it was meant for the awful, mutated, infected creatures that the Patrol fought desperately to keep in check. She nearly keeled over in pain as every drop of moisture in her eyes and nose and mouth reacted to the chemicals.

She steeled herself and dove towards the nest. One gloved hand closed around a soft, hairless body, and she plunged the machete in. As soon as it went still, she grabbed another and repeated the process.

Again and again and again. Her gloves were heavy and saturated with ichor, the smell overpowering even with the tear gas in the air. If she wasn’t so sure she’d be dead in the next few minutes, she would’ve been sick.

She didn’t know how long it took, but eventually she couldn’t find anything moving in the nest. All the little bodies were limp and quiet. She could hear the parent creature not too far off, still screaming in pain, but it hadn’t found her yet. She held her breath, hoping against hope that maybe, maybe she could still get out of this alive.

One hand, still sticky from her grim work, felt along the side of the cave. If she hadn’t gotten too turned around, the exit was-

There was the sound of thrashing, then her hand met a solid wall of muscle and thick, coarse fur.

Her eyes snapped open on instinct. The tear gas stung like daggers in her eyeballs, but she couldn’t look away. She could only watch as her death reared up in a mass of angry black, a mindless, corrupted creature roaring a pain and loss it could barely understand.

Then, in slow motion, it collapsed.

Time returned to its normal speed and Frisk was forced to snap her eyes shut again. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, but after a moment, she registered the unusual quiet under it.

Sensation returned slowly. Her eyes, the sensitive lining of her nose, and her mouth all felt like they were being eaten away. Each breath felt like she was breathing fire as the gas made its way inside her. Her ears seemed almost oversensitive. The death grip she had on her machete was making her fingers go numb. Her head was pulsing, her back and shoulders felt like one giant bruise, and that terrible pain in her leg throbbed.

She heard a crunch from off to her right and spun, knife at the ready. “S-stay back!” she croaked, nearly choking on her own breath.

Silence reigned once more. Then-

“frisk, it’s me.”

“What??”

“it’s, uh, sans.”

Another crunch.

“Stay back!!”

“woah, buddy, i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Prove it’s you!”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “i, uh, totally forgot my callsign.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

He chuckled, but Frisk still felt him moving closer. She shifted, not sure where she was in the cave, and suppressed the urge to cough. “Sans, stay away from me.”

“look, i know you don’t like monsters-”

What??

“-but right now, i’m your best bet at getting back to camp.”

“That’s not it at all. I don’t...why even...nevermind, it doesn’t matter. Sans, I’m as good as dead. You need to leave me behind. Tell...Tricia that there was...a nest here. She’ll know...who to talk to about getting...a team out here to...do a sweep.”

She tried to say more, but she could feel her breathing becoming more labored by the moment.

“what? you don’t mean…” There was a pause and Frisk could feel his gaze on her, evaluating the way she was standing. “wait. no, no, no, no. frisk, buddy, were...were you bitten?”

“Think so,” was all she could force out.

“okay. okay. let me see.”

“What? No!”

“frisk-”

She tried to speak, but her throat seemed to be closing up on her. She tried to move back away from him but she couldn’t make her feet cooperate. All she could do was drop the knife, still covered in blood, and hope that the skeleton would come to his senses and leave before she became a danger to him.

“okay. here’s the plan. where are you injured?”

Frisk stuck out her injured leg. *Above boot,* she signed with clumsy fingers, hoping he knew at least a little bit of sign language.

Apparently, he did. “right. i’ll just have a quick look and see what we’re dealing with, and if you aren’t bitten you’re coming with me. okay?”

She nodded, feeling more helpless than she had all evening. Sans was a green rookie on his third mission, and a monster to boot. He wouldn’t know a damn thing about human field medicine. Tricia would, though. Maybe if he did drag her back, Frisk could pass on her warning and make sure she was...disposed of safely.

She was not going to return to Haven infected. Not after what happened with-

“well, the good news is that this isn’t a bite.”

“Sure.”

“no, see? well, i guess not. but these are clearly claw indents, not tooth marks. still puts you at risk for infection - especially since you’re covered in that thing’s blood - but you’re not a lost cause yet.”

He sounded strangely confident. “Okay.”

“now, i’d like to get this cleaned out before we get moving, just in case. lemme see...you set off tear gas in here, right?”

She nodded.

“then your water’s no good. i think i have mine...yup, here we go. hold onto something; this might sting a little.”

Sans was, as it turned out, a master of understatement. A groan caught in Frisk’s throat, and it took serious effort to keep her leg still and not lash out at the monster who was pouring something over her leg. No amount of pride could keep tears from cascading down her face as she fought for consciousness.

“Not...water,” she gasped out once she regained enough breath.

“yup, i had a bottle of vodka on me. for good luck and all that. field guide says it’s a great disinfectant.”

“Sans.” She had no breath, she was on the verge of passing out, but this felt unbearably important to say. “I am going. To kill you.”

He laughed at her like she’d been joking.

“yeah, yeah, let’s get you back to camp, bud.”

The only thing keeping her from making good on her threat was the fact that he could teleport, and Frisk knew with absolute certainty that she would never make it back to the campsite alone.

Sure enough, three steps later she felt a wash of warmth from a campfire.

Tricia had beaten them back, it seemed. “Hey! You’re b...Frisk?”

“Hey,” Frisk croaked out.

“found her almost a mile away, near 2736. she was in a den. there was a nest of a-165’s: a dominant male and thirteen cubs. frisk took out the cubs and i got the male, but that leaves us at least two females unaccounted for, from the size of the litter.”

“Alright. Thank you, Sans. Is she…?”

“she’s got a bad scratch on her ankle, but she’ll live. for now. i need you to radio it in.”

“Okay. Papyrus-”

“tricia, you need to radio it in. you have seniority and there’s no time to deal with the chain of command. we need to get a team out here to scan the area asap. frisk dropped a flare; if they can get a scout drone out to 2736 in the next couple of hours it should be easy to spot. careful, though; she used her lachrymator canister as well.”

“Alright.”

It was strange, hearing the confident woman taking orders from Sans of all people, but Frisk could hear Tricia move into one of the shelters set up at the campsite.

“paps, help her get to a cot. i’ve gotta get some water to flush out as much as we can.”

There was a shift as Frisk felt herself being handed off to a larger, more steady pair of arms, then she was moving again.

“I hope you are alright,” Papyrus whispered. It was unnaturally loud for a whisper, but at least he was trying.

*Fine,* Frisk signed.

There was a bit of shuffling, and it took her a moment to realize that Papyrus was signing to her.

*Can’t see,* she replied with a grimace.

“Oh, sorry,” he whispered again.

There was a bit of finagling around the door, then Frisk was lowered onto one of the cots in the cabin she and Sans had been assigned to. The other skeleton made himself known a few moments later, pressing a water bottle into her hand.

“drink this,” he said, urgently. “we’ve also gotta wash your eyes out and change your clothes. we’ll have to decontaminate everything you’re wearing overnight, if not longer.”

She did as she was told. The water felt good on her sore throat, and she could already feel the effects of the tear gas fading.

That, or she was becoming inured to the pain.

“okay. let’s see. uh…”

“Here. Like this.” Firm, fleshy hands on Frisk’s bruised shoulders made her tense, but she allowed Tricia to maneuver her so she was laying on her side on the cot with her head hanging off the end. A moment later, water trickled over Frisk’s face. “See? We’re getting it off her skin first. Frisk, blink a little for me - there, see? Little bits of water are going into her eyes. It hurts us humans for that to happen, but the more water we get into her eyes the faster the tear gas will fade.

“Now for the other side.” She rolled Frisk over and repeated the process. “Now, if Frisk was more coherent and had clean hands, she could have splashed water on her face herself. This is the best we can do for now. Feel a little better, kid?”

Frisk nodded.

“Alright. Let’s get you into some fresh clothes and cleaned up, then you can continue flushing your eyes.” There was a pause. “That means out, boys.”

The skeletons scrambled out, followed by Tricia’s chuckles.

“Now, lemme help you.”

It was not the first time Frisk had been wiped down and helped into a clean set of clothes while out in the wilderness, but it was still a little embarrassing. At least she was finally able to get the blood off her. She was still trying not to think about what she’d done.

“Gosh, kid, that’s a nasty set of scratches. Did Sans take a look at that?”

“Yeah,” she croaked. Breathing was starting to get easier, thankfully.

“Doesn’t look infected, at least, but we’ll have to keep an eye on it. Wait a sec. That smells like...oh, tell me he didn’t…”

Frisk grimaced. “Vodka. For luck.”

Tricia’s chuckles were quiet - probably a trait carried over from so many years on the night watch - but they were genuine. “Oh, you got a good’un, didn’t you.”

“I. Will kill you.”

“Psh, you couldn’t kill a fly right now, girlie. Not without pants, at least.”

Frisk was summarily wrangled into her soft sleep pants, which were rolled up on her right side so Tricia could continue ogling the wounds. A basin of water was pushed into her hands and she obligingly splashed her face with it.

“Well,” Tricia mused, “They’re deep, but nice and pink. A touch of healing magic and you should be right as rain. You got real lucky, kid.”

“Yeah.”

“What the heck happened?”

“Psionic, got me at my post.” She opened her eyes experimentally, and felt tension bleed out of her shoulders when they tingled instead of burned. She wiped her face with a towel Tricia offered. “Woke up being dragged to its den. Shit. I knew my beacon was bad.”

“Yeah.” The older woman grumbled something uncomplimentary about the folks down in Maintenance and their relationships with their collective mothers. “Sans said you took out a nest of the things?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, girl, remind me never to get into a fight with you.”

Frisk grinned. Her grin dropped a little when she spotted Sans standing in the doorway, bandages in hand, looking rather stone-faced.

“Well,” Tricia said, patting her a little too firmly on the shoulder, “I’ll leave her in your care. Paps and I will watch the comms, but be ready for a retrieval around sunrise. Before, maybe, if they find any more of those things roaming around.” She gave a jaunty wave and sauntered out of the cabin, taking Frisk’s contaminated gear with her.

Sans approached slowly, then knelt down without a word and began gently spreading ointment on the wounds. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the last thing he’d put on them, so Frisk couldn’t find it in her to complain. He was being more careful than Frisk herself would have been with her leg, propping up her foot on his own knee so he could bandage the wounds properly.

“Thanks,” she said once he’d finished.

He looked up, surprised. “uh. no problem. it was...kinda my fault, really.”

“It was the beacon that was bad. That’s my responsibility, not yours.”

“but if you hadn’t been off to look for me, that thing couldn’t have snuck up on you.”

Guy had a point. “Blame won’t get us anywhere.”

“still. i’m sorry. i...i thought i’d been paired with a monster-hater, and...i really thought i didn’t care if you lived or died.”

“Why would you think that?”

“i know, it was wrong-”

“No. Why did you think I hated monsters?”

“oh. well, i’ve never seen you around monsters. you’ve been paired with a human the entire time you’ve been with the patrol, which is unusual to say the least. and...well, no offense, but you weren’t exactly friendly.”

“Sans, the day we met you greeted me with a whoopee cushion in your hand, then proceeded to sleep through the entirety of our orientation. I don’t hate you; I just thought you didn’t care about what it is we’re supposed to be doing out here. I take this job very seriously, and to see you act like it’s a joke…” She shrugged.

“ah.” He looked up at her, searchingly. “you can...uh...ask for someone else. i won’t mind.”

“Cut the crap. I don’t know how you managed it, but I know you’re here for your brother.”

“o-oh?”

“It’s obvious, man. It’s the only reason I didn’t ask for a replacement spotter after our first mission. If nothing else, I trusted that you cared enough about your brother to get him out in one piece, and by extension the rest of us.”

He grinned at that. “well. you’re not wrong. still, it’s not fair to you. you deserve someone who’s gonna have your back.”

“I’m used to it.”

There was a pause as Sans stood and put the medical supplies back in the first aid kit. Then, “hey, pal?”

“Uh-huh?”

“what happened to that human? the one you were partnered with on the day shift?”

“I don’t...you didn’t hear? It was big news.”

“i don’t exactly get out much.”

“Well. It happened right around here, actually. My partner, Chara, well...she and I had known each other our whole lives. She came from a bad family situation out north somewhere; walked into Haven one day with nothing but a kitchen knife, a locket, and the clothes on her back. We always said we’d make it into the Patrol, to give back to the place that had given us so much. We were best friends; we said we’d be squadmates for life. That, in case you were wondering, is why I’ve never partnered with a monster.

“She was one of the best spotters in the Patrol, at least by day. Lots of folks make a big deal out of the fact that I have such a good shooting record, but a lot of that was Chara. We worked well together. She had no tact and some bad habits, and I covered for her more than I would ever admit, but she could tell an infected critter from a natural from over a mile away, calculate bullet drop and airspeed, and tell me exactly where to shoot. Her methods were a little...unorthodox, nothing that they’d ever teach in training, but no one could argue with the results.”

“you were on the wall sniper team for a while, right?”

“Yeah. Some folks think it’s a cushy job, sitting on the walls all day, but it’s really an endurance test. Chara never was good at sitting still. It was her idea to apply for transfer to the field teams, and she loved it. While it lasted, anyways.

“It was a little thing that got her, no bigger than a housecat. Small enough that the scouts didn’t pick it up. It was on her before any of us noticed. I got it off her as quickly as I could, and she said she wasn’t bitten, but…”

“she lied?”

“She lied.” Frisk took a moment to collect herself. It was all so fresh in her mind, but it felt good to be telling it to another person. “We found out a week later. She’d been acting strange. I could tell; after growing up with her, I knew when she was acting out of character. I asked, begged her to get an exam. When she refused, I took my concerns to the higher-ups. They were...brushed aside. Chara never was anyone’s definition of normal, and I guess folks thought we’d had an argument or something. They didn’t want to table one of their best pairs because of something so small.

“Then we were doing a sweep through this area, just over in 2735, and she just...snapped. One minute she was behind me like she always was, and the next her arms were around my neck and she was snapping at my ears. Lucky for me she’s always been scrawny. We had a couple big guys on our squad; even as...feral as she was acting, they were able to contain her.

“We got her back to base for eval, but I think all of us knew what had happened. I got the report back two days before I met you, actually. It was the bite. That stupid, stupid bite. It was small enough, and it spread more slowly than most; if she’d reported it, they could’ve at least tried to purge the infection. Instead…”

They sat in silence. After telling her story, Frisk knew she still hadn’t come to terms with what had happened to her lifelong friend. She’d been running, transferring to the night squad and getting a new spotter, but she hadn’t made her peace. “Sorry,” she said.

“huh? what the heck for?”

“I realized...I’ve kinda been taking things out on you. You didn’t deserve the way I’ve been treating you, either. Sorry.”

“pal, you’ve been a heck of a lot fairer to me than i’ve been to you. stars. i...never thought...i’m sorry for calling you a monster-hater.”

“Eh, it’s fine.”

“and for leaving you at your post. i...i nearly got you killed today. i’m sorry.”

As much as Frisk wanted to tell him to forget it, that it wasn’t his fault, she couldn’t. Chara had always been the one to hold grudges, and in her absence Frisk found her naturally easygoing nature beginning to harden. It was Sans’s fault, at least in part. If he hadn’t left, he would’ve seen the creature trying to sneak up on them. That was his whole job.

So no, she couldn’t dismiss it the way she would have once, but she could do one better. “I forgive you,” she said. “Do you forgive me?”

“uh...yeah, sure, of course.”

She held out a hand. “Partners?”

“friends,” he responded. He had a good grip.

She could appreciate that in a friend.

“Well, I’m going to bed.”

“good, good. i’ll let you know when evac arrives.”

“Cool. And Sans?”

“yeah?”

“Maybe someday you can tell me how you know so much about these mutants.”

Frisk had the distinct pleasure of seeing a skeleton gulp nervously.

#Dragonashes writes #Undertale #Bullet Hell #Frisk #Sans #Papyrus #Chara #Past character death #Violence #Near-death situations #Sans let his assumptions get the better of him #Frisk is trying to cope with trauma #Both of them are trying to deal with their own issues

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aphaire · 7 years ago

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I am the doctor

Grisly Reminder

Apologize

Roads untraveled

The lightning Strike

RWBY music

RWBY entire song

Some Nights

t+pazolite: look more of them up (T Pazolite - To Luv Me I For U is a good one)

why do i even

bye bye bye

THIS MAN IS PERFECT

believing oneself to be perfect is often a sign of a delusional mind

ho hey- the lumineers

One- Metallica

dream on

Breathe Me

You Are the Moon

Lamb <–

idek what is this called BUT IT’S GOOD AISHA LIKES IT

Tetris music n stuff

BBC Sherlock Theme

Happy Together

How Do You Do

Pazi Sta Radis

Rainbow Factory

RWBY PIANO SHEET MUSIC TOO

Special Death

Bulletproof

I Will Follow You Into The Dark (this seems to be the only video with HD)

I don’t know what song this is but wow good amv good song

this amv has great music

Breath of Life (who’s side am i on?)

SO MUCH HOMESTUCK MUSICCC

Zedd

Machine

Oedipus

WHOLE lotta good music (starcraft TEN HOURS)

Globus- Wyatt Earth

Two Steps From Hell- El Dorado

AudioMachine- Back in Da Loop

The Crystaline Effect- Poetry

The Birthday Massacre- Sideways

M4S0N1C

Sigur Ros- Hoppipolla

Greensleeves

160 BMP

Tempus Vernum- Enya

O Come, O Come, Emanuel- Enya

Mindless Self Indulgence- If

Stranger I Remain Remix

Be Calm- Fun

Feed Me- Gravel

Execute- Excision

Hans Zimmer- Fire

Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun

Kingdom in the Clouds

Kindzadza- Cella Fella

Dreaming- Drrtiny

A Poem

Musunde Hiraite Rasetsu to Mukuro (aishaneko’s version)

Give me Love- Ed Sheeran

Today My Life Begins- Bruno Mars

Get Well- Icon For Hire

Knife Party- Haunted House Album

Ready To Die- Andrew WK

Fukuwa- Circus Monster

ALIENS AREN’T SUPPOSED TO INSPIRE YOU YOU IDIOT

Unreasonable Behaviour- Off (Alias Conrad Coldwood)

Flickers and Whispers

Go the Distance- Hercules

Car Radio- Twenty One Pistols

Winter (Full Score from ‘the Maker’)- Paul Halley

The Streetlight Manifesto

Love is War- Hatsune Miku

THIS GIRL CAN DANCE WHOA- Song: “Werqin’ Girl” by Shangela and “Bobblehead” by Christina Aguilera

The New Kings- Popeska ft. Luciana

I Believe- The Book of Morman

Dead Fingers Talk (Battle Theme)

Atlantis- Popeska ft. Anna Yvette

One By One- Cake Bake Betty

O Fortuna

Overwerk- Daybreak

Hello (demo)- Evanescence

Funeral March- Chopin

Johnny Hollow- Rasputin

Love the Way You Lie- Skylar Grey

The Spider and the Lamps- Forgive Durden (Razia’s Shadow)

Child Protective Services Theme

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

Carol of the Bells- Pentatonix

Croation Rhapsody- Makism Mrvica

Seven Nation Army- The Glitch Mob

When I Grow Up- Mayday Parade

Bad Romance- Artist vs Poet

Mind Heist- Zack Hemsey

Assassins Creed Theme- Taylor Davis and Lara

Silence Louder Than Thunder

Tears of an Angel by ryandan

Golden - Fall Out Boy

Music People - IAMX

President - IAMX

Untrust Us - Capital Children’s Choir

Feel Good - Revolvr

Friction - Mantis

Cops and Robbers - The Hoosiers

Pokerface - Blowsight

Close Every Door - Donny Osmond

Let’s Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco

Runaway - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Flight - Man Of Steel OST

The First Question - Doctor Who (wooOWOWOW)

Arials - System of a Down (PIANO COVER)

We Are - Ana Johnsson

Skeletons on Parade - Ludo

Bandit for Life - Blowsight

Atlas - Coldplay

Built For Blame - Get Scared

Keep Myself Alive - Get Scared

The Strangest Danger - Get Scared

Deliver Us - Prince of Egypt (cover by sweetpoffin and redyychuu)

Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy

Protectors of Earth - Two Steps From Hell

Sprawling Idiot Effigy

All The Rowboats - Regina Spektor

Blake Robinson’s got some good songs idk

Cloak and Dagger - Varien

The Scarlet Dawn - Varien

Counting Bodies Like Sheep - A Perfect Circle

Schindler’s List

Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine

This Christmas - Set It Off

Sleepyhead (acoustic) - Passion Pit

I Knew You Were Trouble - Stephen Rezza

Kill The Target (pretty n creepy song eyy)

This is our Legacy - Zack Hemsey

Welcome To Hell - Belzebass

Fly - Ludovico Einaudi

Louder Than Words - Les Friction WOW

Pomp and Circumstance - Shoose

Hallelujah - Justin Robinett and Michael Henry

thpthptph

The Pit - Silversun Pickups

Bad Girls (monolith remix) - MIA

I Know I’m a Wolf - Young Heretics

La Boite a Musique - Rhian Sheehan

Laura Palmer - Bastille

Amarante - Little Heart (Jessica Williamson Mix)

Devil’s Flesh and Bone - Eliza Rickman

Heart Anthem (cryptex remix) - Kraddy

Forgive the Children We Once Were - Delta Ray (if this version goes down there is literally NOTHING ELSE TO CHOOSE FROM)

FtCWOW 8tracks mix

The Munsta - SCNDL

Home - Gabrielle Aplin

Warrior - Foxes

I’m Only Joking - Kongos

Give Us a Little Love - Fallulah

Other People’s Heartache - Bastille

Corpse Roads - Keaton Henson

I feel Better - Hot Chip

Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell

Beyonce - Crazy In Love

Couldn’t Stop Caring - The Spiritual Machines

One Woman Army - Porcelain Black

Jetpack Blues - Fall out Boy

Go - Santigold and Karen O

Love Runs Out - OneRepublic

Killer Instinct Soundtrack

No Friends - San Cisco

Wolf - First Aid Kit

Exeter - The Great Park

Oh Shit - Audio Redux (???)

#music

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thegeekcurmudgeon · 7 years ago

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The Other Worlds Austin 2017 preview Day 3

Design by tattoo and graphics artist David Poe

Returning for a fourth exciting year, Other Worlds Austin, one of the premier SciFi Film Festivals in the US, features some of the best and unheralded genre films. Beginning on Thursday December 7 at Flix Brewhouse, the four day event includes 16 full length films, a slew of shorts, and a screenwriting workshop. Not terribly surprising to anyone who regularly follows my writings, I’ll be at the event.

Here’s what to expect at Other Worlds Austin 2017

shows

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 9

10 AM – 11:30 AM FILM TALKS: PHILIP EISNER TALKS EVENT HORIZON BLACK HOLE TO HELL: THE USE, REUSE AND ABUSE OF ARCHETYPES IN SCIFI AND HORROR (AND SCIFI HORROR)

Location: Austin School of Film at Motion Media Arts Center Address: 2200 Tillery Street – Austin, Texas 78723

(Open to the public, but please RSVP as a courtesy)

Can the familiar still frighten you? How do movies marvel us with visions of a future inspired more often than not, by other movies we’ve seen? Join acclaimed screenwriter Philip Eisner (EVENT HORIZON) as he breaks down some well-travelled cinematic set pieces (haunted houses, mystical swords, blood-thirsty monsters) across the genres to show how writers build off memory to construct their own mythology. Featuring clips from a variety of films, this workshop is perfect for genre filmmakers and fans alike. Remember, where we’re going, we won’t need eyes to see.

12:10PM UNDER WORLD SHORTS

Taste

Adrian Selkowitz | USA | 13min Writer: Lauren Kincheloe

Claire, a beautiful and calculating trophy wife, has convinced her husband to invite an influential Hollywood power couple to dinner, believing that preparing an elaborate meal for them might result in her starring in her own cooking show. Things begin to go awry when the arriving guests step over a woman’s naked body in the driveway.

Paul’s Bad Day

Phil Bucci | USA | 2min

After blacking out, Paul wakes to find his world changed forever. (Alumi: Special Forces‘16)

Spell Claire

Greg Emetaz | USA | 8min

Claire purchases an antique educational toy that reignites fond memories from childhood and lays bare the sorry state her life is now in.

Mary & Marsha in the Manor of Madness

Kris Theorin | USA | 3min

Sinister secrets await as Mary helps her girlfriend Marsha escape from her parent’s gothic mansion one dark and eldritch night, a Lovecraftian escapade through the Manor of Madness.

Immersion

Mikhael Bassilli | USA | 7min

A man mysteriously finds himself in a room with a couple dead guys, a gun, some money, and a dubious gentleman observing from the shadows.

Studded Nightmare

Jean-Claude Leblanc | Canada | 9min

When J.-F. is inexplicably drawn to the chair in which a man committed suicide, style isn’t the only thing the leather antique brings to his home.

Couples Night

The Summers Brothers | USA | 4min

A couples night goes off the rails when one couple reveals they’re blood sacrificing devil worshippers. And then things get weird…(Alumni: The Bench ’16)

Three Skeleton Key

Andrew Hamer | USA | 10min

In this adaptation of the George G. Toudouze classic short story, an American lighthouse crew become unnerved when a ship ignores their light, running aground on the reefs. They soon discover that something is on board the ship, and it’s not human.

La Sirena

Rosita Lama Muvdi | USA | 24min

In this psychosexual fairy tale set in a small fishing village, after Hector threatens to end his affair with Mia, she discovers a mysterious woman, Mara, washed up on shore, naked and with a hook lodged into her ribcage.

Holiday Fear

Nicholas Santos | USA | 4min

In the final act of a slasher film, Bruce attempts to reclaim his manliness and impress the final girl by finishing off the killer.

12:25PM CLOSER THAN WE THINK (WORLD PREMIERE)

Brett Ryan Bonowicz | USA | 85min

Cast: Syd Mead, Aubrey de Grey, and Matt Novak

From 1958 to 1963, a Sunday comic strip predicted the future. Arthur Radebaugh’s Closer Than We Think represents mid-century futurism at its most daring and optimistic. From Robot Driving to Space Monkey Colonies, Radebaugh’s visions of the future heavily influenced The Jetsons and many of his predictions have come true in the decades since the strip first ran in newspapers. Featuring interviews with designers Syd Mead (Tron, Blade Runner), and Rick Guidice (NASA), futurists like Kirk Citron (Editor of The Long News), scientists like Aubrey de Grey (SENS Research Foundation) and historians of mid-century futurism, this documentary tells the story of Arthur’s life and explores what it means to predict the future. A love letter to the mysterious illustrator from those of us living in his future. (Alumni: The Perfect 46 ’14)

2:45PM SCIFI SHORTS – ALL THAT CAN BE KNOWN

Seam

Elan Dassani & Rajeev Dassani | USA | 21min

When Yusef discovers his beloved wife Ayana is a Sleeper, a living android bomb left over from a past war, he has only one choice: flee with her to the border of the Machine homeland in the desert, and pray they can make it before time runs out.

Scanners

Natalie Jenison | TEXAS | 15min

Alan’s new job as a member of a security scan team is to do nothing but attend the mysteriously non-functioning scanner under the watchful eye of a paranoid boss until he fixes the machine and unwittingly opens a portal into the unknown.

The Quantified Self

Gleb Osantinski | USA | 16min

Writers: Gleb Osatinski, Danielle Ellen

When well-meaning parents turn the self-tracking into a family religion, the consequences fall outside the quantifiable. (Alumni: House at the Edge of the Galaxy ’14)

Einstein-Rosen

Olga Osorio | Spain | 9min

Summer of 1982. Teo claims he has found a wormhole. His brother Óscar does not believe him… at least not for now.

Skinjacker

Dan Horrigan | UK | 6min

After the evacuation it’s possible to go months without seeing another human being. So we turned to Pleasure Core ltd to keep us human – and being human has some dark surprises. (Alumni: Populace ’16)

The Ningyo

Miguel Ortega | USA | 27min

Writers: Miguel Ortega, Tran Ma, Gregory Collins

Professor Marlowe finds a piece of a map pointing to the place where the Ningyo, a mythical Japanese creature, could be found. He decides to risk everything and go after the Ningyo on his own in hopes to bring to light what could be one of the greatest contributions to science. What he could not anticipate is that, in his search, he is confronted with a choice that puts the very foundations of his morality to the test.

3:00PM PAINLESS (TEXAS PREMIERE)

Jordan Horowitz | USA | 91min

Writer: Jordan Horowitz Cast: Joey Klein, Evelina Marie, Kip Gilman, Pascal Yen-Pfister

Born with a rare condition that leaves him alienated and unable to feel physical pain, Henry Long becomes obsessed with finding a cure. A need for normalcy leads him down a dark path where he must decide if finding a cure is worth paying the ultimate price.

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Appellation

Tracy Mathewson | UK | 11min

A scientist’s secret research is threatened when a neighbour reports his suspicious behaviour to the ruthless investigator tasked with finding and eliminating extremists like himself.

5:30PM DEFECTIVE (US PREMIERE)

Reese Eveneshen | Canada | 102min

Writer: Reese Eveneshen Cast: Ashley Armstrong, Colin Paradine, Dennis Andres, Jamie Elizabeth Sampson, Raven Cousens

In the near future, Rhett Murphy and his estranged sister Jean are forced to flee from a militant police state after witnessing the dark secrets of a nefarious corporation. With a robotic police force and their killer drones commissioned to capture or terminate them, the siblings search for shelter and a way to take down the repressive regime that rules their lives.

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5:40PM TUFTLAND(KYRSYÄ) (NORTH AMERICAN PREMIERE)

Roope Olenius | Finland | 89min

Writers: Roope Olenius Cast: Veera W. Vilo, Saara Elina, Neea Viitamäki, Miikka J. Anttila.

A headstrong textile student tries to overcome her problems by accepting a summer job offer from an isolated and offbeat village of Kyrsyä. Once there, she finds her host family’s bucolic existence hides a dark undercurrent of female repression and cult-like conformity.

(In Finnish with English subtitles)

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8:20PM GNAW (TEXAS PREMIERE)

Haylar Garcia | USA | 98min

Writers: Jim Brennan, Haylar Garcia, and Kathryn Gould. Cast: Penelope Mitchell, Kyle Gass, Chris Johnson Sally Kirkland.

Jennifer Conrad is a small-town girl starting over in the big city. Fleeing an abusive relationship, all she wants is a chance to begin again. But it is hard to start over when something is eating you while you sleep … one painful bite at a time.

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8:25PM MINDHACK (NORTH AMERICAN PREMIERE)

Royce Gorsuch | USA |101min

Writer: Royce Gorsuch Cast: Chris Mason, Spencer Locke, and Faran Tahir.

Mason, a young mad genius attempts to ‘hack the human mind’ in order to fix humanity. Mason believes that if we can reset the brain then we will move away from wars and hate, and can instead exist in harmony. During the course of his experiments Mason accidentally gives physical form to his inner voice, Finn, and the pair must work together to stop the opposing forces attempting to coopt the same technology for evil.

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11:00PM PURPLE FURY (WORLD PREMIERE)

Classified | USA | 120min

Writer: George Miller, Brendan McCarthy, Nico Lathouris, Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Ian Paice, Prince, Robert DeLeo, Dean DeLeo, and Scott Weiland Cast: Tom Hardy, Charlize Theron, Nicholas Hoult

This road warrior gets captured, but it’s not really about him, it’s about this bad ass woman, who liberates all these other women and drives them across the desert in cinema’s longest car chase. One of the most talked about SciFi films of the decade is stripped of sound, given a purple tint, and synced up to Deep Purple’s Machine Head album, Prince’s Purple Rain and Stone Temple Pilot’s Purpe album. Roger Waters claimed Dark Side of the Moon was recorded without once thinking of Wizard of Oz, and were pretty sure no one ever intended this pairing either. Badges only, no individual tickets will be sold.

The Other Worlds Austin 2017 preview Day 3 was originally published on The Geek Curmudgeon

#arthur radebaugh #closer than we think #defective #gnaw #horror #kyrsyä #mindhack #other worlds austin #painless #philip eisner #purple fury #science fiction #short films

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answer all of them

When I said I would block you,,,, There’s a lot more than one way to get blocked. Anyway, I’m putting this under a read more bc I hate you and it’s long. If you want to know more about me than strictly necessary then click read more, rip in pieces to those on mobile.

Also: I W I N

200: My crush’s name is:No one,,, or is it (lol it’s no one)199: I was born in: Ireland, 1998198: I am really: Annoying, probably197: My cellphone company is: 3 mobile196: My eye color is: Blue195: My shoe size is: 5194: My ring size is: IDK?? I have my Cladddagh ring but I don’t remember193: My height is: 5′‘2192: I am allergic to: nothing191: My 1st car was: I can’t drive190: My 1st job was: babysitter189: Last book you read: Foster (it’s shit)188: My bed is: A double bed?? really comfy?? I have no parameters here187: My pet: I don’t have one186: My best friend: Emma, a certified Dork185: My favorite shampoo is: Elvive, it has glitter184: Xbox or ps3: Xbox183: Piggy banks are: Cool??182: In my pockets: I’m in pajamas181: On my calendar: nothing all week save Graduation on Thursday180: Marriage is: Coolio 179: Spongebob can: be happy, levae him be178: My mom: is coolio177: The last three songs I bought were? Decpacito, Issues, and Horns176: Last YouTube video watched: Vine compilations, sue me175: How many cousins do you have? Too Many, family reunions are wild174: Do you have any siblings? 4 bothers and one sister173: Are your parents divorced? Yes172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes171: Do you play an instrument? *Flashbacks to recorder practice* It’s required in Ireland so yeah170: What did you do yesterday? Went shopping and bought my graduation outfit[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: yes (I’m a mushy person don’t drag me)168: Luck: yes, Luck of The Irish, I’ve never had it, but it’s there167: Fate: Yes, it’s fate I’m gonna kick ur ass166: Yourself: N O165: Aliens: yes, I wanna fuck superman, I have to believe164: Heaven: ??163: Hell:???162: God:?????161: Horoscopes: yeah I’m a Leo (August 19th, mark your calender)160: Soul mates: Yes 159: Ghosts: Fuck yeah, my firends house is haunted158: Gay Marriage: I’m a bisexual,,,, so Y E S157: War: No (?)156: Orbs: *flashbacks to fanfics* … don’t…155: Magic: Y E S[ This or That ] (I’m bisexual,,,,, why u asking me to choose) 154: Hugs or Kisses: Kisses!153: Drunk or High: Drunk152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Black hair 150: Blondes or Brunettes: blondes149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate145: Night or Day: Night144: Oranges or Apples: Apples143: Curly or Straight hair: Straight142: McDonald’s or Burger King: McDonald’s141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heels: High Heels138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Buried, I’m taking part in the skeleton war134: Singing or Dancing: Singing133: Coach or Chanel: Coach132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Who (???)131: Small town or Big city: big city130: Wal-Mart or Target: I’m Irish129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure127: East Coast or West Coast:I’m Irish126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: Cocolate124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney (tf is six flags??)123: Yankees or Red Sox: I’m Irish[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: My brothers are all in the army, this is v Yikes121: George Bush: Did 9/11120: Gay Marriage: Let us marry!!119: The presidential election: Stupid118: Abortion: Let them have it, it’s not my decision117: MySpace: Oldie but goodie116: Reality TV: Stupid, but entertaining115: Parents: Love my step dad, I’m a daddy’s girl lmao114: Back stabbers: [eye emojis]113: Ebay: Don’t use it much112: Facebook: Good, I guess111: Work: I’m a lazy binch110: My Neighbors: Nosy!! They look in our windows when we’re out109: Gas Prices: I don’t drive108: Designer Clothes: Look fancy107: College: I plan on going to one106: Sports: Quidditch I love, not so sure on everything else105: My family: OK, a little nasty sometimes, v petty, esp my brothers104: The future: The what???[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: Like this morning?102: Last time you ate: I’m eating an apple rn101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Last week I saw my aunt100: Cried in front of someone: Last Thursday 99: Went to a movie theater: Lke a week ago98: Took a vacation: way too long ago97: Swam in a pool: Years96: Changed a diaper: Not long enough ago95: Got my nails done: Ages ago94: Went to a wedding: Last year93: Broke a bone: 5 years ago (my school shaded me, another story for another time)92: Got a peircing: 3 years ago91: Broke the law: I downloaded music illegally yesterday90: Texted: yesterday[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: My friend Molly88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My Coffee machine87: The last movie I saw: Gaurdians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2 (I was forced)86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: The end of my exams85: The thing im not looking forward to: My exams84: People call me: Abbey, Abbs, Dabbey Hufflepuff (100% real)83: The most difficult thing to do is: Study82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: I don’t drive81: My zodiac sign is: Leo80: The first person i talked to today was: My mum79: First time you had a crush: I was like 8, he was my brothers best friend, he gave me a valentines card and I told him to go away bc I couldn’t handle it78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: My mum77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Idk??76: Right now I am talking to: The GC75: What are you going to do when you grow up: something stupid, probably74: I have/will get a job: IDK??73: Tomorrow: School72: Today: Study71: Next Summer: Exams, then England for a while70: Next Weekend: Dying slowly, from a hangover69: I have these pets: None68: The worst sound in the world: ‘moist’67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Myself binch66: People that make you happy:my mutuals (yes even u you shitstain)65: Last time I cried: last Thursday64: My friends are: a little mean, v condescending63: My computer is: HP62: My School: Is becoming a gaelscoil and I can’t deal lmao61: My Car: I don’t have one60: I lose all respect for people who: Shout at me/fake ask ppl out59: The movie I cried at was: Lion King, Marley and Me58: Your hair color is: Brown with some blonde57: TV shows you watch: Shadowhunters, Avatar, Legend of Korra + many more56: Favorite web site: This blue hell, or youtube55: Your dream vacation: America54: The worst pain I was ever in was: When I broke my arm, that shit hurt53: How do you like your steak cooked: Well Done52: My room is: Messy, kind of51: My favorite celebrity is: I can’t choose don’t do me dirt like this50: Where would you like to be: America!49: Do you want children: IDK48: Ever been in love: Hah nooooo47: Who’s your best friend: Emma46: More guy friends or girl friends: Girl friends45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Sleeping44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My niece, Ella43: Do you have a 5 year plan: No, I don’t even know what I’m doing in 5 mins42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: No41: Have you pre-named your children: No40: Last person I got mad at: Myself, my friend Mia 39: I would like to move to: America38: I wish I was a professional: Sleeper[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Chocolate36: Vehicle: IDK35: President: Mary, she was good34: State visited: i’M iRISH33: Cellphone provider: 332: Athlete: N O31: Actor: NO30: Actress:also no29: Singer: again no28: Band: I HAVE NO TALENTS OKAY27: Clothing store: Penneys26: Grocery store: Tesco25: TV show: Shadowhunters24: Movie: I don’t have a fave, don’t do me dirt23: Website: This blue hell, or youtube22: Animal: A Sugar Glider21: Theme park: ???20: Holiday: I’d like to go to America19: Sport to watch: Quidditch18: Sport to play: none lol17: Magazine: none16: Book: Harry Potter15: Day of the week: Saturday14: Beach: Loch Luch13: Concert attended: none12: Thing to cook: Pasta Bake11: Food: Curry10: Restaurant: Blue Ocean9: Radio station: Today FM8: Yankee candle scent: Lavender7: Perfume: Princess- Vera Wang6: Flower: Violet5: Color: Purple4: Talk show host:Ryan Tubridy3: Comedian: Darragh O’Brien2: Dog breed: A Newfie!! We used to breed Newfoundlands!!1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes (kind of)

#ask #Stinson-png #Adam: the nerdiest nerd

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