#movies on da school computer

[demolitionw0man]

School YouTube offering peak cinema.

[lordturkish-robomallcop]

That reddit post reminded me of Ana's journey with technology as newly minted faculty and how it's deeply impacted both Eliza and Victor's mental health wrangling him.

[vanteguccir]

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　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: 4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Since the pandemic, tiktok has become one of the most used social media in the whole world, thousands of people download it every day and thousands more create content daily or, sometimes, just post a video that explodes in views, many of them starting a career with it, or creating a hobby from it.

And that's what happened in Y/N's life. She was still finishing high school when she posted her first video on the app, not expecting it to get more than 10 likes.

She was at the triplets' house, still in Boston, watching a movie with her boyfriend, when that same video exploded, reaching more than 300 thousand views and 150 thousand likes.

So, while Matt, Nick, and Chris were starting their careers on their new YouTube channel, Y/N was starting hers on TikTok.

Fans loved the fact that Chris's girlfriend had a TikTok account and posted regularly, after all, she lived with him in LA, which meant that the fandom had content of her and him together almost weekly.

Y/N was the typical influencer who participated in all the trends that interested her, from dancing or singing famous songs to recording herself cooking different recipes.

But the ones she loved most were the couple trends, and it was nothing that a few minutes of begging Chris to do them with her couldn't convince him.

Secretly, the boy loved making that mini videos for TikTok with Y/N; he adored showing that he was hers, how much he loved her, and how obsessed he was with her.

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1.

Chris positioned Y/N's phone on top of his computer desk, the device resting on his laptop with the screen facing forward, the TikTok camera already open, and with the audio already selected.

The boy took his Prada wallet from the back pocket of his baggy jeans, leaving it ready in his hand, hiding it behind his back.

His blue eyes glanced briefly at Y/N, who was on his right side and out of the camera's frame, a smile on her face as she admired him, waiting for the recording to begin.

He extended his right arm, clicking the red button in the bottom center of the screen. The melody of the chorus of Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America by Gym Glass Heroes began to play.

"Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like"

Chris removed his hand that was hidden behind his back, showing the black wallet and opening it, holding it on the left side so that the right side was exposed to the camera, the transparent plastic holding a small picture of Y/N. His face appeared on the right side of the screen, a sideways smile decorating his face.

The girl was lying on Chris's chest in the picture, probably in their bed, the room was dark and the camera's flash completely illuminated her face, a big smile adorned her features along with her closed eyes.

Chris brought his wallet closer to the phone's front camera, holding it there for a few seconds before lifting it slowly and lowering it quickly while moving slightly to the right side.

"Take a look at my girlfriend"

Y/N's figure appeared where the wallet was, wearing a pink set from Fresh Love, a soft smile on her face as her eyes focused on Chris, a passionate glow in them.

"She's the only one I got (ba-ba-da-da)"

Chris returned the smile, placing his wallet on the desk and pulling his girlfriend's body against his, filling her face and neck with kisses. Y/N, throwing her head back with her mouth open in silent laughter, was the last image the camera captured before the tiktok ended.

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2.

Y/N docked her phone in the phone holder attached to the dashboard of the triplets' car, which she asked Matt to borrow the keys so she could go out to lunch with Chris.

She lowered the device's screen brightness, leaving it at minimum so that Chris wouldn't see the TikTok camera opened. Her eyes quickly went to her boyfriend next to her, seeing him scrolling through his own cell, probably looking for a nice restaurant for them to eat at, as Y/N had asked him to do.

She quickly clicked the red record button at the bottom of the screen, smiling briefly at it, an amused gleam in her eyes.

"There's this Osteria Mozza that looks cool. It's Italian, just how you like it." Chris commented, his eyes still focused on his own phone screen as he read the restaurant's reviews.

"Great, I feel like eating pasta." Y/N nodded quickly. "Let me just touch up my lip gloss real quick." She asked, turning her body sideways and reaching over to the seat where Nick normally sits, grabbing her purse.

She pulled it forward, slamming the side of it against the back of Chris' head, before placing it on her lap.

"Ouch, fuck! What was that for?" Chris's voice was high pitched due to the surprise of the impact, his cap almost falling off his head as his right hand left his phone and went to his hair, fixing the piece there while he looked exasperatedly at his girlfriend, his blue eyes wide.

The girl pressed her lips together as she tried to hold back her laughter, clearing her throat momentarily. She opened her purse and took out her Dior lip gloss.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't even notice. Are you okay?" Y/N glanced at him quickly, her brow furrowed in false concern.

"Yes, just be careful next time." Chris asked, removing his hand from his cap before turning his attention back to his phone.

Y/N closed the zipper after reapplying her lip gloss, anticipating her boyfriend's final reaction before turning her body again, raising her arm and taking the purse to the backseat, slamming it into Chris again, this time hitting his nose.

"Babe! What the fuck?" He frowned, turning abruptly to her as he brought his hand up to his nose, rubbing the area. "What the hell are you doing?"

A sound of laughter escaped Y/N's throat, her mouth falling open as a laugh escaped freely, her head falling back. Chris watched her as if she were crazy, the beginning of a smile appearing on his lips, his blue eyes running over her expressions.

"I'm sorry baby, it was for a tiktok. You're so funny." She said amidst laughter, pointing to her phone that was still recording them.

Chris rolled his eyes, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached for the device. He widened his eyes at the camera playfully before clicking the red button again, stopping the recording.

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3.

Y/N took advantage of the fact that Chris was still brushing his teeth in the bathroom of their bedroom to position her phone on the nightstand on her side of the bed, the front camera capturing an entire side of the room.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to contain her laughter in anticipation as she grabbed her pillow and blanket from the bed, gathering them both under her arm.

"Chris, I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight." Y/N spoke out loud, intending for the boy to hear her.

And he did, lifting his head abruptly and turning his body completely towards her, his toothbrush in hand and toothpaste on his lips.

"What?" His voice was muffled by his full mouth, his eyes wide as he watched her in surprise.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch today." She repeated, looking directly at him this time, making sure her body wasn't in full view of the camera or cutting into Chris's image.

"What? Why?" Chris asked again, a thread of sadness crossing his blue eyes as his brow furrowed, his mind working hard to try to understand what he had done wrong. A pain took over Y/N's heart, wanting to give up on the idea right then and there.

"I'm going to sleep in the living room, on the couch." Y/N spoke one last time, turning around and walking towards the bedroom door, in order to open it, but her action was stopped by the brunette, who spat the paste in his mouth into the sink and dropped the brush, running towards the girl.

"Wait, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the floor above a blanket or something, and tomorrow morning, we'll talk about it. Just don't let me sleep alone." He asked in a desperate tone, taking her arm and pulling her close, wanting to hug her and apologize for whatever he had done, even without knowing what it was.

Y/N looked into Chris' eyes, her own wide in surprise. She didn't expect that.

"Oh my baby, no! It's a prank, just a tiktok trend." The girl explained quickly, pointing briefly to the phone still recording before pulling Chris into her arms, feeling her eyes filling with tears and her heart warming with love.

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4.

"Nick, this is not that difficult. They only have two types: pink and purple, I want the pink one! Are you dumb?" Chris was talking loudly, his phone pressed on his ear as he was on a call with his brother, having asked Nick to buy a specific candy he knew Y/N liked on his quick trip to Target.

Y/N walked towards him with her own phone in hand already recording, the rear camera facing Chris, who was sitting on their bed with his back against the headboard, the blanket covering half of his body as the sound of a random series came out of the television.

The girl was only wearing small cycling black shorts and a Chris t-shirt that was huge on her body, covering her bra-free boobs.

She walked closer as she watched her boyfriend fight with his brother, a look of boredom in his eyes that quickly met hers, a small smile appearing on his face as he sent her a wink.

Y/N smiled back before stopping her steps, her free hand going to the hem of her - his - t-shirt and pulling it up a second later, exposing her boobs to Chris.

His blue eyes widened in a matter of seconds, his mouth opening into a perfect O. Nick's voice sounded shouting from the other side, demanding that Chris responded, but to his ears, everything seemed to have gone silent.

"Nick, buy anything, you name it. I need to take care of one thing right now, I mean, two." The brunette spoke weakly into his phone, lowering the device and clicking the red button to hang up the call without even looking at it, completely ignoring Nick's voice on the other end.

The girl let out a laugh, the image of Chris standing up abruptly and pulling Y/N against his body being the last thing captured on camera, before the tiktok ended.

[sundove88]

Project Link Up All Stars- The One Thing You Can’t Replace

Art by @kindabizarretbh

Victor Nefario (Shonen Jump Power Linkage, Linker of Frieza)- Narrating it

Michael DuPont (Mega Man Mega Linkage, Linker of Dr. Wily)- Mr. McNamara

Lucas Daybreak (Mega Man Mega Linkage, Linker of Zero)- Jake McNamara

Various other Linkers from other installments as the Party Guests

Rami Banjarski (Super Smash Bros Power Linkage, Linker of Donkey Kong)- Kid who broke pool table

Kokoda Masuko (Crayon Shin Chan Linkage of Mayhem, Linker of Shin Chan)- Kid who took a crap on the computer

Darren Wilkes (Mega Man Mega Linkage, Linker of Duo)- Chicago Police Officer

Jonathan Rue (Persona Linkage of Light and Dark, Linker of Ren Amamiya/Joker)- Alex

Note: Everyone here is drinking soda and stuff like that.

Another story I heard about myself, this one happened not that long ago. There was this guy at Rivet Bay Middle School whose nephew went to the city’s neighboring high school. His name was Michael DuPont and his nephew Lucas Daybreak went to that high school. He’s a freshman, while I’m a seventh grader. So he’s two years ahead of me.

And Mr. DuPont was a butthole, and one weekend, he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do, if you are a butthole. And Lucas decided to throw a party at his uncle’s house.

Hurray!

And everyone- us Linkers and their Partner Characters around our cities heard about it and we all got up individually and thought…

“Okay, let's go over there and destroy the place.”

I walked into this party. Everyone I had ever met was there and everyone was drinking soda like it was the end of the world. People were drinking soda like it was the Cybertronian War and Ratchet was coming to saw our legs off. It was totally unsupervised. We were like the Decepticons without Soundwave, we were running wild.

I walked down, I walked down to the basement. They had a pool table in the basement. One Linker took a running start and his Partner Character threw his body onto the pool table and broke it in half. Another Linker found out which room was Mr. DuPont’s and went upstairs and his Partner Character took a crap on his computer.

So the party was going great.

I'm standing in the basement, and I'm holding a red cup; you see in movies. And I'm standing there and I'm holding a red cup and I'm starting to black out and I guess someone said like something, something police and in a brilliant moment of word association, I yelled: f** Da Police! f** Da Police! And everyone else joined in. A 100 drunk white Linkers yelling “f** Da Police”. With the confidence of guys who have already been to jail and aren't afraid of it anymore, you know that like, I'll serve my nickel, you come and take me, confidence. But white children.

The reason someone had said something, something police was because the police were there. So Officer Darren Wilkes walked down the stairs and got to the bottom in the basement and looked out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling; f** Da Police in his face, but he was almost impressed.

He was like wow, and then he leaned into his walkie-talkie and went, get the paddy wagon. And my friend Maximus, who is now a Linker, this man’s got a Partner Character in the form of Cell, he grabbed a Fanta, threw it on the ground, and yelled scatter.

And everyone ran into different directions. We all ran in different directions. It was like that scene in Ratatouille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways. We all ran in different directions.

I ran into the laundry room and I jumped up on the washing machine and I crawled out through a window into the backyard and now I'm running through the backyard and there was this big chain link fence and I thought I've never climbed a fence that high before. And then I woke up at home.

On Monday, I went to school because that's what we always do. And I'm walking into the school building and who do I see but Lucas. And he says to me hey, were you at my party on Saturday and I said no, you know, like a liar. And he said things got really outta hand. Someone broke the pool table. Someone took a crap on my uncle’s computer.

But the worst thing, he says; the worst thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandma and my aunt and uncle are freaking out about it. And I had that thought that only blackout drunks and Steve Urkel can have. Did I do that? I figured no. I wouldn't have done that.

But I was never sure, until after I became a Linker, relax. I'm playing video games with this kid named Jonathan that we also met on the internet with. Few weeks later, we’re Linkers by now. We're playing video games for a couple hours with our Partner Characters, and then Jonathan says to me, hey, come here I want to show you something and he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom. Never a good thing to have.

He shows me a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos from different people's parties over the years. And I said why? Why do you do this? And Jonathan said, because it's the one thing you can't replace. That's the end of that story, but how screwed up is that right? That's crazy.

[blackbackedjackal]

So to put this in perspective. I was about 5-7 when The Burned Furs was happening. I literally went to see Pokemon: The First Movie IN THEATERS, while this was going on.

By the time I was using the olde internet was about 10 or so. My family had a home computer system with Windows 98 and kept things upgraded over the years due to my dad needing access to "the internet" for work. I was left alone a lot as a kid (busy father/neglectful mother) and this was around the time of "CHECK OUT WWW.POKEMON.COM FOR MORE DETAILS" kind of time of the early internet + advertising. Like I was still using AOL dial-up for a lot of my original internet deep dives. Then, when things like Neopets took off, I was using the computer religiously. I stayed (mostly) on kid-safe spaces, but of course, the internet was, and is, the internet and I eventually branched out. I wanna say I was looking up pictures of Inuyasha to print out and use as art reference, as well as Digimon and Wolf's Rain. I know one of the earliest pieces of furry media was Renamon porn around 2002-2004, as well as a lot of art by Dark Natasha through her website.

At some point around 2005-2006 I stumbled onto VLC. I remember because I saw some furry art by an artist and really liked his style and was emulating it for a bit. At this time, furry art was still ruled by many people emulating Animalympics (which I only knew of because my family owned one of the first official releases of the VHS copies), as well as Osamu Tezuka's deep stylistic influence on the furry community in the 80-90s. The Disney influence from TLK hadn't fully seeped into the community at that point, and, being a little anime kid, I was genuinely fascinated with the art style. One of the first pieces of art I posted online was something I drew inspired by some furry fox art I saw on VLC, but then hyperfixated more into the general "I wanna draw a cool edgy anime wolf" kind of thing.

My first OC, Jade Shadowblood (lol) I made when I was about 9-10. I still own the sketchbook where I first drew her. This was sometime around 2001-2002. She was an Inuyasha self-insert character and intended to be "me" if I was in Inuyasha. I always refereed to her as "this is me if I was a wolf demon" to my friends at the time when I showed them my art in elementary school. I got the idea to make more "wolf demons" of my friends when they asked me if I could draw them as wolves at school. I took a lot of design inspo from Neopets/Neopets Adoptables at the time, and a lot of my original OCs were in fact, based off of kids who were my friends at the time (I have all of these original pieces still saved to this day).

Anyway, I joined DeviantArt in 2006 when I was 12-13 under the handle ShroudofShadows. I heard the name on Xiolin Showdown and thought it sounded cool for an internet username. This was my first real venture into social media. I scanned in and posted some of my old art, and continued making art inspired by Inuyasha, Wolf's Rain, Neopets, etc. It wasn't until about 2007 or so when I shared Jade on DA that one of my friends asked me "is this your fursona?" and I was like "what's a fursona?" and well, here we are I guess?

My first webcomic was started at this time, I found out about other people making wolf comics with their characters and I was like "I wanna do that too". The OG Wolf Song was heavily inspired by Inuyasha/Wolf's Rain, but because I also liked Don Bluth, an inspiration Kay Fedewa also used for her art, I got lumped in as "copying" Kay Fedewa because our styles were similar.

Kay got started with The Blackblood Alliance around the same time I did, and did influence about 5 or so of the original pages. Even though I knew my characters and plot were different and eventually would deviate from looking similar to her art, I just leaned into it since people were accusing me of copying her when we just happened to be posting around the same time. I had no idea who she was prior to people comparing me to her.

Wolf Song, ran for several years, but due to being bullies by TheRoguez/RayJ and her band fo merry fuckwads who made it their goal to "remove" wolf comics off of deviantart (the great sparkledog cleanse) and people like MirrorZan and BlueShineWolf having some very public drama in the wolf comic community, I eventually stopped working on my comic to do a big re-write. I wanted to FINALLY get out from under the "oh you're just copying these people" bullshit because I was like "I literally don't know who this is until you name dropped them". I stayed in my lane with Wolf Song and didn't branch out too much to other wolf comic artists since we were all getting harassed at this point. I didn't really know who to trust outside of the friends I had made in my early DA days.

By 17, I was applying for colleges and didn't have time to work on Wolf Song anymore. This was also around the time the other Wolf Song, the one on youtube, began taking off more and my comic was buried under the popularity. I figured "eh ok" and dropped the project while focusing on school.

I never felt like I really fit in with any one place/group. I had my own space and the fans of my comic which made me happy, so I avoided social media/fandom stuff for a few years. I was always on the fringes of the furry fandom, but due to coming across some really racist proboards forums about the furry fandom when I finally looked into it and saw "N*ggers can't be furry/therian/otherkin", I was like "ok fuck you too" and never wanted to participate in the fandom.

[darknesmoth]

The One Thing You Can’t Replace. (John Mulaney)

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Possibly Drugs, Theft.

A story Lucí heard about herself, this one happened in high school.

We had this star in the solar system whose planet went and orbited our star. His name was Sun and his favorite Mercury (poor him) went and orbited our star. He was a planet, and I was a hybrid. So he was two years behind me.

And Sun was an a**hole and one weekend he and vacationed out of the system, which you should never do, if you are a**hole. And Mercury (poor him) decided to throw a party at the center of the solar system.

Hurray! And everyone around the system heard about it and we all got up individually and thought 'okay, let's go over there and destroy the place.' Lucí walked into this party. Everyone she had ever met was there and everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world.

Planets and moons were drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off. It was totally unsupervised. We were like dogs without horses, we were running wild.

Lucí walked down, Lucí walked down to the basement. They had a pool table in the basement. Venus took a running start and threw his body onto the pool table and broke it in half. Ceres found out which room was sun's and went upstairs and took a sh*t on his computer. So the party was going great.

As Lucí standing in the basement, and she's holding a red cup; you see in movies. And she's standing there and holding a red cup and she's starting to black out and I guess someone said like something, something police and in a brilliant moment of word association, she yelled: "f*ck Da Police! f*ck Da Police!" And everyone else joined in.

A 100 drunk planets and moons yelling "f*ck Da Police". With the confidence of guys who have already been to jail and aren't afraid of it anymore, you know that like, "I'll serve my nickel, you come and take me", confidence. But planets and moons. The reason someone had said something, something police was because the police were there. So a planetary police officer walked down the stairs and got to the bottom in the basement and looked out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling; "f*ck Da Police" in his face, but he was almost impressed.

He was like "wow", and then he leaned into his walkie-talkie and went "get the patty wagon." And my friend Earth, who is now a father, this man now has a moon, he grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground, and yelled "scatter!" And everyone ran into different directions.

They all ran in different directions. It was like that scene in Ratatouille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways. They all ran in different directions. Lucí ran into the laundry room and jumped up on the washing machine and crawled out through a window into the backyard and now she's running through the backyard and there was this big chain link fence and-she thought 'I've never climbed a fence that high before.' And then she woke up at home.

On Monday, Lucí went to school because that's what they did back then. And she's walking into the school building and who does she see but Mercury (poor him). "And he says to her hey, were you at my party on Saturday" and she said no, you know, like a liar. And he said "things got really outta hand. Someone broke the pool table. Someone took a sh*t on my dad's computer." But the worst thing, he says; "the worst thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandmother and my parents are freaking out about it." And Lucí had that thought that only blackout drunks and Steve Urkel can have.

Did I do that? She figured no. She wouldn't have done that. But was never sure, until two years later, relax. She's playing video games with this planet named X that we also lived in the solar system. Two years later, we've escaped by now.

We're playing video games for a couple hours, and then X says to me, "hey, come here I want to show you something" and he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes her into a side room off of his bedroom. Never a good thing to have.

He shows Lucí a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos from different people's parties over the years. And she said "why? Why do you do this?" And X said, because "it's the one thing you can't replace." That's the end of that story, but how f*cked up is that right? That's crazy.

[falil]

So

I had this idea

The Miya twins

being brothers yk

forgot their first names so it'll just be blondie and gray except they're both actually brownhaired here since they're like 13 yo or smt (bare with me 🙏)

basically the prompt is "Gray : How can I be homophobic, my bitch is gay

Blondie: I'M NOT!!?"

They both share pretty much the same taste in girls, okay

Like every time Blondie sees a pretty girl at school, he'll tell Gray and if Gray finds a hot actress/female singer, he'll tell Blondie...and it kind of became one of their things.

But as he grows up Blondie slowly realizes that he also finds this guy from their volleyball club kinda pretty 🤨?

Okay, boys can be pretty too so what? It can't be that big of a deal 🙄

And oh, well, the lead actor in the movie Gray just put on on their shared laptop was also pretty hot 🤨?

Blondie was reeeally trying to focus on the lead actress- which is the reason they picked this movie in the first place- but was the scene where the lead actor rip off his shirt really that necessary🤨🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈??? NO he think the fuck NOT

Of course he wasn't going to discuss it with their parents and certainly not with Gray because he would tell their parents, so he did what all teenagers his age do at that age.

Googling it.

The twins have to share a computer at the moment since Gray spilled fcking Sprite on his... and that's how he found out about Blondie's search history (cuz that dumbss forgot to erase it and seems like he doesnt know about private browser mode neither)

Gray: omg ya so gay!!

Blondie: wtf-

Gray (showing the history) : I'm so going ta tell ma and pa!!

Blondie: What?! No, ya won't!! (he was really starting to panic and tried to get the computer back)

Gray: Damn, relax dude, I'm just messing with ya- ya can tell me, ya know that right? I won't judge ya.

Blondie: ya literally judging me, right now!!

Gray: Yeah, right, I was just saying, cuz like- actually how do they do that? Seems like a real pain in the ass -if ya know what I mean, huh 😏

Blondie: SHADDUP, I'm not gay!! and why did ya just watch it? Maybe ya the one who likes these kind of things!

Blondie: I'm not-

Gray: Well I'm certainly not the one bothored about it and who looks like he's about ta burst into tears

Gray: yeah whatever, I dont care

He was already moving on so fast, watching the stupidest video on ytb, eating popcorn

Blondie (with a pout) : Seriously, does it really not bother ya? at all?

Never did he really care what others thought of him. but maybe his brother's opinion mattered. A little.

Gray (already forgot the subject, mouth full with popcorn): what?

Blondie: urg. the gay thing.

Gray: Like I said, whatever. I don't care

Blondie: and... ya won't tell da parents?

Gray: Why should I

Blondie: I don't know... I thought ya would want yer revenge bc I snitched on ya, about the cookies and all

Gray: oh I am going to get my revenge. but not now. not with that. besides, I think ya're bi, not gay

Blondie: by?

Gray: yeah, like bisexual. it means ya like both men and women

Blondie: How do ya know all that 🤨🏳️‍🌈?

Gray (shrugs): Stuff I read on da internet. Ya know. when ya know how to use it.

Blondie: Oh fuck off! (pushes him aside to sit and watch the video with him)

So they did kept their thing of showing each other someone they personally find attractive.

turns out they do not share the same tastes in guys at. all.

Fin.

[mako-neexu]

ayo i heard you wanted prompts : gudako x romani halloween story , starts off with gudako showing romani her 'halloween royalty' mystic code; after a bit of back & forth role play , romani ends up too flustered by gudako's princely charms to continue working , which leads her to princess carry him back to her room.

and something based on this image (https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/3400850?q=romani_archaman+)

Send help! im not good at characters flirting! I did my best though! Enjoy? Thank you for the exercise! and im so sorry for being so late in replying...

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Heart pounding in her chest, she knocked on Romani’s bedroom door, half-hoping he was out or asleep.

“Come in, door’s open!” was the soft reply from inside. Ritsuka took a deep breath and smiled, excited to show off her new look.

Since Halloween was coming, along with the impending arrival of a certain singer, Da Vinci went ahead and prepared a new mystic code to help Ritsuka with whatever Elizabeth had planned for the day- er, night.

She half-expected something like a school uniform again, but to her surprise, it was a prince costume.

“While I adore creating outfits that bring out your curves, mia cara, I wished to bring out your natural charm this time!” The inventor had cupped her blushing face before sauntering off to take the mystic code from the mannequin.

And upon wearing it, she felt her confidence soar. Da Vinci had said it only had support spells to back both her and her Servants up, but Ritsuka wouldn’t be surprised if she hid a few tricks in between the layers of the fine fabric.

Wearing this, combined with this simple act of seeing Romani—

“Ah, Ritsuka-chan!” Her doctor smiled sweetly, yet his attention was still glued to his computer. His fingers continued to press the keyboard of his computer, only stopping to delete words or backtrack. “If you’re here to fetch me for movie night with Mash, I’m afraid I’ll have to be a little la-”

If it was any other time, she’d have pouted and wrapped her arms behind him, before urging him to leave his work for a while to take a break with her and Mash.

She could always do that. But he’d grown almost immune to cute touches lately that Roman was beginning to reciprocate and relax against her hold.

Ritsuka huffed a little, knowing what she needs to do now.

Unbeknownst to him, she already crossed his room in a few strides, determined to have all of his attention solely trained on her.

She grabbed the back of his chair and spun him to her direction, facing her with red cheeks.

Ah. So he did notice what she was wearing! Only choosing to hide it by distracting himself.

Ritsuka smiles, almost smirking, as she lifts his chin with her own gloved hands, their gazes finally aligning one another, “I came here to fetch my princess,” She takes his hand and kisses his knuckles while holding the wavering stare of those emerald irises, “-in hopes of eloping with him.”

The effect was instant. Romani turned into a shade redder than Ritsuka’s hair and flailed beneath her, “Wha-!? HUH!? Princess- Hah!?!? EH!?!??!”

He could only sink in his chair and clutch at the headrest in an attempt to not topple over from her advances. True, it was unlike her to do this, but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?

She weaved their fingers together using the hand she held, never letting go as Romani’s arm quivered and tugged at it. He was so cute, blushing beneath her and desperately trying to regain his usual calm and kind composure.

Her other hand reaches to caress the underside of his jaw, nothing more than a ghostly touch as she leaned forward, “Yes, Roman. My princess. My blushing lover before me.”

He trembled under her grasp, the heat in his face rising to a degree that could definitely rival that of a high-grade fever. She smiled even wider as he looked like he would pass out from her teasing.

“Wha-!?”

And all too suddenly, the doctor’s hands shoot up to wrap around her waist, effectively pulling her against his chest.

“E-Enough of your teasing, Ritsuka!” Romani huffs, tightening his grip and burying his face in her hair.

This time, it was her turn to blush profusely from something so unexpected from her boyfriend.

She would rather get subjected to a thousand halloween events with Elizabeth than admit it though! Thankfully, her face was hidden from his view so she was able to regain her composure, but not without stumbling for a bit.

Ritsuka pushes against his chest and tries to regain her smug smile from earlier, “I-I only want to be able to spend time with my sweetheart, you know?”

God, his pout was so kissable, the temptation to render him breathless for the entire night overshadowed any plans she had for the evening.

Romani pinches her cheek, letting her make an embarrassing squeak, before kissing the sore spot and lingering before it, “If you want to spend time with me, I’m always happy to put off the tasks I am doing, provided it's not an emergency.” He stroked her cheek lovingly before looking into her eyes with—

Argh-!!! The way his sunshine smile pierced through her heart gave her an instant K.O. this round!!!!

There was no way in hell she was losing!

Reluctantly pulling away, Ritsuka decided to counterattack.

She takes his hand and lifts it with the intention to kiss it, grazing his knuckles against her lips while she held his gaze, “Really? But you seemed busy earlier… Could it be that you planned to tell me off gently?” Sadness seeps in her tone. Half-genuine and half-feigned, the trick seemed to work.

The body underneath her tenses and she was once again rendered breathless from the way the hand around her waist tightened further, afraid to let her go, “N-No! I’d never turn you away!” He exclaimed, emerald eyes now pleading and soft, Ritsuka had to force herself to be still lest she breaks her character.

Those same eyes she loved turned away, his blush remained ever so red while he bit his lower lip, “I-It’s just that the outfit you wore…”

Oho? A smile breaks out of her face and this time, she didn’t fight back the desire to kiss him.

And that was what Ritsuka did. Cupping his cheek and tilting his face up to meet hers and clasping her hand around Romani’s own, the contact made her melt and press closer at the same time.

A sweet kiss, one of the many they’ve shared and will share, different and special in its own right. Pulling away had been the hardest part, as she wanted nothing more than to stay locked in the taste of his lips relishing against hers.

Unable to help herself, she nuzzles his hair and kisses his forehead with a smile, “You’re so irresistible, Roman.”

The way he choked and sputtered had her laughing against his hair. Seriously! He was the one killing her right now! “Oh come on, Ritsuka! Are you s-seriously going to torment me like this all night lo-”

She was way too high up in the bliss of kissing her flustered doctor that she shut him up with another round, muffling his sound of surprise before yielding to her affections.

When air became a need, they pulled back to catch their breath. On her part, she only had a few moments before grinning up at him with intent.

Romani’s eyes widened before he could open his mouth to ask what he next devious plan was when his world was tilted and deceptively-lithe arms wrapped around his chest and beneath his knees.

“Ritsuka, oh my god! You’re seriously going to kill me, aren’t you?!” He was suffering from having near permanent red-cheeks that he leaned into her and hid his cute face. 

The master could only laugh as she exited his room and towards her own, carrying the princess she so loved with all her heart.

-

i couldnt do the other prompt as im confused where to start it with because its a crack idea thats very confusing for me 😅

[itz-bug]

Saw blue beetle today !!!! And i am happy to say it was very good and fun :D definitely go see it if you can

Gonna talk about it lots under the cut! To be honest, this post is more for me to just record my own thoughts for myself, but you’re welcome to read if you’re looking for the movie opinions of a certified Blue Beetle Enthusiast, or if you’re desperate to feed on the Ted Kord crumbs the movie leaves for its viewers. (To be honest most of it is me talking about Ted sorry. hes my bbygirl)

- very minor spoiler warning -

First things first:

Jaime was so good!!!! His character was so sweet and earnest, and they aged him up to around 22 (he’s literally just graduated from college), which I think makes him a very unique superhero. He’s just returned from school as a first gen college student and feels like he’s finally in a position where he can provide for his family, only to realize he’s still totally unprepared for the real world.

Speaking of family, the Reyes family is the backbone of the film, and each of Jaime’s family members is given their time to shine. Another breath of fresh air for comic book movies! Not only does the hero have a family, but the family consists of fleshed-out characters who all bring different strengths to the group. I liked Milagro a lot specifically. Like Jaime, she’s also been aged up and is now probably 17-18. I thought she was written super well. She’s sarcastic and relaxed, and her relationship with Jaime is perfect sibling representation. Milagro is given a surprising amount of emotional moments, adding to her depth but also not taking away from any of Jaime’s development. Honestly, if you’re on the fence about going to see the movie, go see it just for the Reyes family dynamic. They’re seriously all great.

The other main supporting character is Jenny Kord, Ted Kord’s daughter. Jenny is smart and resilient, and I enjoyed her a lot, despite her bearing very little resemblance to Ted personality wise. I know why she exists: to push the plot and act as the link between the two blue beetles. She’s also Jaime’s love interest because of heteronormativity reasons. Still, I thought her character was done very well. Jenny is half brazilian and thankfully NOT Beatriz da Costa’s daughter. Her relationship with either of her parents isn’t explored much. Her (unnamed and presumably unimportant) mother died when she was young, and Ted disappeared off the face of the earth when she was only eight— I think. To be honest, the timeline confused me a little.

Anyways, Ted Kord is portrayed very interestingly in the movie. Not in a necessarily bad way, though. Ted makes zero physical appearances in the film outside of a single, vague painting of his likeness where he has a mustache and maybe a beard (wow!). That being said, his face is totally unremarkable and unrecognizable. Which is fine. I’d almost prefer them to keep him vague unless they give him a full-fledged appearance.

BUT, there is a scene where Jaime has to change clothes, and Jenny offers him some of Ted’s old clothing, and Jaime walks out in a bright blue windbreaker tracksuit. It’s totally 80s, totally silly, and totally Ted. The nod towards not only Ted’s outrage fashion sense but also his 80s dad vibe was very much appreciated.

There are lots of little moments in the film where Ted’s silliness seeps through. His lab is one example. Jaime describes Ted’s gadgets as “batman but if he had ADHD.” In the Bug, the computer has a female robotic voice that addresses him as “Teddy,” which Jaime’s uncle compliments as sexy. Ohhh the Bug. Easily one of my favorite parts of the film. It’s beautiful. It looks just like it’s comic book counterpart, with the little trapeze rope swing and everything. It also has a “beast mode,” where, when triggered, the Bug plays 80s rock and starts destroying everything around it. It’s also capable of poison gas farts. Perfect. Ted’s personality shines through everything he’s left behind, giving me hope for whatever might be in store for his character on the big screen.

The only reservations I have about Ted’s transition to film would he his relationships. His sister, Victoria, functions fine as a villain but isn’t anything special. She’s a capitalist. She’s evil. Like Jenny, lacks similarity to Ted himself. As for Ted’s dead wife (sad but also it’s hard to care), Jenny describes her mother as the one who “showed Ted the world was worth protecting,” which doesn’t sit quite right with me. For one, it seems weird to make a dead, non-comic-canon character so relevant to Ted’s superhero origin, and also, I think Ted deserves a little more credit than that. I’d like to think he’s always been a good guy, plain and simple. It also means Ted couldn’t have been a superhero for very long, which I think detracts from his coolness. I think Jenny even said Ted became blue beetle when she was a young girl, so it sounds like he couldn’t have been a hero for more than like 10 years? It just seems like a strange and unnecessary change to make. Then again, I realize most of the people watching the movie care very little about the second blue beetle, so I guess I can’t complain too much while knowing the intended audience.

That’s not gonna stop me from talking about boostle though!!!!! Unfortunately, Booster Gold is not so much as even hinted at in the movie, which I kind of get but still mostly hate. It just feels wrong to have a movie where Ted Kord’s career is one of the driving plot points and Booster is nowhere to be found. They are a package deal, DC!! I wasn’t even really expecting a verbal mention of him. Literally just a gold star somewhere in the lab, or a pair of yellow visors, or a blue and gold poster, or SOMETHING.

The life of a boostle fan is one of disappointment.

Still, the optimist in me is saying to hold onto hope. There’s a Booster Gold series in the works, so maybe DC is saving up for a totally reinvented blue and gold origin, or there’s some connection between the two that has yet to be discovered. Hopefully. Surely DC wouldn’t be stupid enough to overlook one of its most iconic duos? haha?

Okay. This post has run a lot longer than I thought it would. Ultimately, Blue Beetle is a very good movie that does the characters of Ted Kord and Jaime Reyes justice. It’s fun and silly but also heartfelt. Even though there’s a few minor things I’m hung up on (because I’m insane), Blue Beetle did a lot of things right, and I feel like this movie has been one of the best comic book adaptations yet. Here’s to hoping we see a live action Ted one day, and he doesn’t totally suck ass.

[yourgildedcage]

Twisted Wonderland AU

The Mortal World

Prequel to "The World of Another Who Looks like You"

The universe where everyone is human and no one has magic. (My what could go wrong there)

Chapter 1

Pilot "Day Damn One Ace, Day Damn One...."

Third person P.O.V.

"Man I stayed out all evening playing games at the arcade. I know I'm getting yelled at when I get home." Ace grumbled.

In the distance he could see another silhouette walking leisurely in his direction.

"Oh another person, out this late, kinda makes me relax I guess," Ace mumbled trying not to sweat nervously.

Now that the person was much closer he could see that this person was tall. The black clothes almost military like.

Uh--nice night tonight am I right?" He tried wanting to be sure his life wasn't suddenly a recast of the Halloween movie series.

"ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵘʳʳʸ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵃᶠᵉ,ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ It would be a terrible night to die," the person remarked as he walked past. Ace's heart leapt into his throat with the deep smoky jumpscare of a voice.

"Wha--?! H--holy..!?" Ace spun to see the person but they were gone. Nothing but the empty street, a few parked cars and trees.

"N-not to disagree with you but CONTEXT PLEASE?! HELLOO!! TERRIFYING TALL PERSON?!" He yelled. No response.

"... just get home and not worry about it," Ace decided, half speed walking to his house.

~~~~~~~π~~~~~~

"Hmmm more gangs have been popping up, it's dangerous to be out at night so late." Felicia Trappola remarked, washing the dishes while the TV announced another gang up on a unfortunate teen who was out late but refused to join them.

"I know Mom you almost killed Ace last night for staying out so late because he was at the Arcade blowing his allowance. And on a school night too." Ace's older brother Dimitri snorted finishing off his orange juice. "Well spending summer was great but I gotta go back to Class, college life calls,"he stood up and grabbed a rectangular bag, likely it had a computer laptop in it.

"good luck on school and exams! Oh that reminds me -" Felicia dried off her hands.

"Ace! Ace you're gonna be late for school" Ace's mother called from downstairs.

"Alright!" Ace got up from his bed and hurried through the morning routine.

"Okay so my first day at Night Raven High School! It's gonna be great!" Ace grinned cheerfully straightening the tie of his uniform not realizing it still wasn't actually straight.

"Well it would be if school didn't start at 8:00...." He complained as an afterthought.

"Ace!" His mother called again and Ace winced.

"Ok I'm coming!" He yelled.

As Ace stepped out the door a egg sandwich in his mouth he noticed another boy with navy blue hair and peacock green eyes was walking by wearing a uniform identical to Ace's. He was muttering something about being a model student. Ace ignored that and went on to school.

~~~~~~~~π~~~~~~~

"SO! You think it's completely okay to just IGNORE the School dress code!?" A voice yelled in the distance.

Ace flinched at the volume.

"Who or what is that? One of the more stricter teachers?" Ace asked.

A few terror filled students trying to quietly run by mentioned that President Rosehearts was already dishing out detention slips on the first day.

"YOU! WHY ARE YOU NOT IN CLASS??" a notably short and angry redhead demanded turning sharply at Ace. On his arm is a red band with black bold letters reading student council president '.

"You guys are scared of this guy? HE is the Student Council President? Him??" Ace had to keep from laughing. Sure the volume of his voice was a strain on the eardrums but that was no reason to fear.

"YOU WILL RESPECT YOUR UPPERCLASSMEN AND THAT INCLUDES STUDENT COUNCIL MEMBERS!!" The short redhead yelled nearly destroying Ace's eardrums.

"Okay okay geez it's not that big a deal--" Ace stuck a finger in his ear to make sure it wasn't bleeding.

"Now Riddle-san can't you be a bit more lenient? It is the first da--" A tall green haired man with large glasses spoke in a kind tone.

Riddle glanced at him as if considering.

"Fine. I will be lenient about select hallway rules. ONLY for TODAY"

Ace noticed a few of the older students grinning. Some student a distance away yelled something and Riddle seemed to fly over to them, presumably to lecture them about whatever they were doing. Ace could only hear something about throwing paper airplanes being prohibited.

"Apologies for the President seeming control driven. There isn't a hall monitor currently. I'd do it but I'm swamped with student council work myself." the green haired boy adjusted his glasses and smiled apologetically.

"My name's Trey Clover, I'm the Student Council Vice President" he held out his hand to shake.

"I'm Ace Trappola" Ace shook his hand in response.

"So that's.... The president huh?" Ace asked.

"Yes Riddle Rosehearts.. He means well and just wants the rules to be followed" Trey remarked.

Ace opened his math textbook where he stuck his Class Schedule. "Oh you've got PE first? Interesting" Trey noted.

"I don't like the sound of that"Ace grimaced closing the book.

"Oh there's nothing wrong with Coach Vargas" Trey smiled as he picked up the school sign up clipboard, the first four pages being filled with names.

"He's just like all the teachers here. A little bit eccentric but not a bad person when you get to know them," Trey explained twirling a black pen before handing it to Ace.

"School rules: you have to sign in your name on the first and last days of school, as well as the field trip and festival days" he held out the clipboard as Ace took the pen.

"Alright. I'll...follow this rule," Ace signed his name on the clipboard.

"If you don't want detention marks to show up on your record, it'd be best to follow as many rules as you are able to." Trey advised.

Ace handed back the pen and clipboard. "Ugh sounds like a pain. I didn't even read the school handbook given at the entrance ceremony yesterday," Ace groaned remembering that he just sat the book on his desk and left it there in favor of playing video games.

"Sounds like a recipe for disaster" Trey raised an eyebrow.

"I suppose if you're willing I can tell you a few basics at lunch..? It's no real trouble to me" he added.

Ace looked doubtful.

"I think I'll manage just fine" he smiled.

Ace was baffled by the school setup. There were three days of gym class in the morning. And "gym" consisted of essentially random students from various different grade levels. So even older students would be in the class. Ace wanted to complain that it was too early for this but something told him that might not be wise.

In the distance a tall figure with black hair stood.

Ace couldnt make out his facial features at that distance but the newcomer seemed to be a student. If the night raven high school gym uniform was anything to go by.

The wind seemed to pick up and violently blow the hair of this person. Why did Ace think this person was staring at him..?

A few students halted their run and looked back.

"It's him!"

"He really is attending this school!"

" I don't know how to tell my parents that im atrending school with the literal mafia.."

Ace didn't quite understand what they were talking about.

Unless that person watching from afar was Malleus Draconia the current living heir to the infamous Draconia family-- which was quite similar to the stereotype of the mafia.

"Ah Draconia! It appears you've decided to show up tardy on your first day!" Vargas grinned.

Holy shit Malleus Draconia attended the same school as him. Stuff like this must be why his mother yelled at him last night.

"My apologies, Master Vargas, I guess I got used to all the free time I had in the mornings," Malleus smiled but it looked a bit cold as if he was distancing himself from everyone else.

"Malleus Draconia-san?" Asked a orange haired student who seemed a bit too attached to social media, Ace overheard his name was Cater.

"I didn't know you were returning to school today" Cater said cheerfully.

"Again I offer my Apologies that I'm late. Shame I even missed the entrance ceremony" Malleus commented with a nonchalant air as if that sort of treatment was fine.

Ace wanted to add that it wasn't as though he missed anything. The whole ceremony was boring.

"Alright enough standing around chatting!" Vargas called. "Muscles aren't going to grow by standing around! Draconia I expect an additional 5 laps to the normal 10 around the track for showing up late!"

"Alright. That's fine with me" Malleus remarked as he walked off to the start of the track not in the least fazed by his new task.

Then most of the students were completely blown away as Malleus ran all fifteen laps in the span of three minutes.

"Damn that felt like three minutes. I've been slacking off," Malleus Draconia muttered.

Most of the present students reacted accordingly. 'You call that SLACKING?!' They all seemed to collectively think. Ace couldn't imagine running that fast.

Vargas however beamed. "Impressive Draconia! Once again you're setting a fine example for the rest of the students!" He grinned.

"Sure..." Malleus said but it was obvious he didn't care about that, looking off to the side with a bored expression. Ace tried not to visibly flinch when Malleus looked in his direction. Ace looked up again and Malleus was walking away.

[victoriousscarf]

Man.

Man.

Grad school was just a different fucking time. I’ve been editing a story and like on chapter 13 it mentioned a date so I went and looked and like okay this story is 23 chapters. I’m on chapter 13. The whole story is about 180K, so it’s probably about 100K into the story.

We wrote that in three months. The movie came out in December and in March we had literally 100K of words.

Now I’m thrilled if I get 8 pages a week!

(There were a few other fics in the DA fandom I was vaguely aware of while I was updating the forest is dark and deep more regularly and I was like goddamn these kids are writing so many words... oh they’re both in grad school. Yeah that explains it.)

(I think a big difference is in school, even when you’re so busy you want to die, you’re also surrounded by passionate people like all hours of the day, and because you’re always sorta working on homework/research/writing, you’re glued to the computer a lot of the day. After work now, I hate opening my computer in the evenings, so I don’t even write during the work week except on rare occasions. This is not to dismiss the insane work of school and grad school, just that it’s a very different time and it cracks me up now like seeing grad students just sprinting like ah yes... I was there once... I am slow and steady now).

But again. 100K in three months WHAT WERE WE ON.

[vivianvixen]

Got tagged by @kiirasthursday

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? The names I was bequathed at birth were from my parents' paternal grandfathers and my dad's middle name (yeah I got a lot of names, lay off). The name I chose later in life is, in a way, after the Lady of the Lake, with one middle name after a Finnish goddess. Does that count?

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably in January

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Not yet!

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? Tennis, though not regularly for several years because I lack convenient access to a court or playing partner.

DO YOU USE SARCASM? I've been known to, yes.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? I have no idea, maybe the hair because if you change that I might not recognize you.

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? Bluish gray-green, depending on the lighting.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings if I'm picking between the two. I don't mind scary movies, though not a fan of gore.

ANY TALENTS? I was taught at a young age that recognizing your own talents was not a cool thing to do and would get you ridiculed as a braggart.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In the capital region of Finland, hospital was in a different city than where I actually lived after being born so this is sometimes kind of a tricky question.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Anime, gaming, and posting, three of the four pillars of modern misery. Also writing in general and not just in da blogs.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? We had a family dog when I was a teenager. Now I just have lots of plushies.

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 69 inches.

FAVOURITE SUBJECT? Computer class, it was low effort and you could surf the internet which was a big deal in my school years.

DREAM JOB? Film director.

Only person I'd tag in this would just be the one who tagged me in the first place so not doing that.

[dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023]

My Music Tastes...

I claim to my family that I like at least one song/rap from every genre. I still have a few favorites that I am jamming out too lately. Here's the list!

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot feat. Madilyn Bailey (Discovered in a BakuDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Try - P!nk (Found in a TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Alone pt. II (Sped Up Remix) - Alan Walker & Ava Max (From a BakuDeku video on YouTube!)

Rewrite The Stars - Zac Efron & Zendaya (Discovered on YouTube, but can't remember the video...)

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell (Discovered by chance. I use it to cheer me up when my issues rear their ugly heads!)

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift (Looked up the Official Music Video on YouTube. Reminds me of me!)

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift (Found as a male version in a Nie Huaisang AMV on YouTube!)

There's Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes (Yuri On Ice AMV on YouTube!)

Fire On Fire - Sam Smith (Found in a HaruRin 18+ AMV on YouTube!)

My Mother Told Me [Old Norse Version] - Peyton Parrish (Watched his music video on YouTube!)

The Lighthouse's Tale - Nickel Creek (Watched it on TV when I was a kid. Beautiful music and lyrics!)

We Got History - Mitchell Tenpenny (Watched on CMT this year!)

Bang Bang (Cover) - Kurt Hugo Schneider (Discovered the music video on YouTube!)

If You Go Down [I'm Goin' Down Too] - Kelsea Ballerini (Found on CMT this year!)

Stronger [Explicit] - Kanye West (I do NOT condone his recent comments and actions, but I can't help but like the song/rap)

Ignite - K-391, Alan Walker & Julie Bergen (AMAZING TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

I Kissed A Boy - Jupither (A small MadaHashi animatic on YouTube!)

Makeda - Jain (A Clothing Commercial!)

Thunder - Imagine Dragons (A Lan Wangji Tribute Video on YouTube!)

Lilith [Explicit/Diablo IV Anthem - Halsey & SUGA (Watched the Official Music Video on YouTube!)

Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk (Kays Jewelry Commercial!)

Wrong Side Of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch (Found on YouTube!)

Venom [ Explicit] - Eminem (Ending Credits to the movie "Venom")

I'll Be - Edwin McCain (Heard it years ago!)

Saints - Echos (A MDZS AMV on YouTube)

Levitating - Dua Lipa (A Very cute and funny MDZS Q video on YouTube!)

Safari - Dr. Bombay (Heard on an OLD Akatsuki Fan Flash in High School!)

Karma [Feat. Circus-P] Creep-P (Hetalia animation on YouTube!)

Be Prepared [Cover] - Colm R. McGuinness - (Found on YouTube!)

Be Prepared [German Version] - Disney (FAVORITE Disney Villain Song, found the video on YouTube. Scar singing in German during a certain scene is just creepy...)

Second To None [Explicit] - Chris Crocker (A Yaoi Compilation video on YouTube!)

Every Time We Touch - Cash Cash (TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Heaven - Calum Scott & Darren Espanto (Saw the Official Music Video on YouTube!)

Dynamite - BTS (Friend had me listen!)

Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss (Watched the video when I was a kid!)

Fantastic Baby - BIGBANG (Yuri On Ice AMV on YouTube!)

Airplanes - B.o.B. feat. Hayley Williams (Can't remember HOW I found this one...)

One Shot [Original/Japanese Versions] - B.A.P. (Friend introduced the original version to me. Found the Japanese Version on Amazon!)

Martha Divine - Ashley McBryde (Watched on CMT this year!)

Different World - Alan Walker, K-391 & ??? (A LeviEren 18+ video on YouTube!)

I'm In A Hurry [And Don't Know Why] - Alabama (Heard it as a kid and loved it!)

In Da Club [Explicit] - 50 Cent (REALLY big when I was growing up!)

I am aware that this is A LOT of music and trust me I have way more than these few on my computer! I even have different versions of the same song. "Be Prepared" for example I have over twenty versions of this song from different languages, like Zulu, as well as a cover by Peyton Parrish. I do indeed also have the original English version. I even have Nightcore versions of songs on my computer. I have a bit of an obsession with music. It is my escape from the world when watching anime and reading fanfics/books/manga are not viable.

Sorry for taking up your time on this!

[williamkergroach55]

The day was already here, behind the closed shutters. His wife was asleep, or trying to catch up on some of the late hours of respite. He sat silently in front of his computer on the dining room table, as he did every day when he was off work. For decades now, he had been blacking out notebook pages or filling Word pages with stories that nobody was interested in. As far back as he could remember, he had always been a storyteller. As a child, he would keep his classmates in suspense by telling them about movies he had never seen. He had even been expelled from the canteen in kindergarten because he distracted his classmates by talking incessantly. The school essay had always been his favorite exercise, in spite of the choice of subjects or the final grade that rarely met his expectations. In the solitude of his childhood days as an only child, he would sit in front of the hallway mirror and tell himself memories and advice as the old man he was not yet. He had spent his whole life waiting to get the old man's face that matched the age of his soul. Seers had told him that he had been a Brahmin, that this explained his taste for books, that he was indeed an old soul, and so on. He had read that old souls often lived lives devoted to their passions, without worrying too much about the material consequences or the worldly comments that this might bring.

He didn't know anything about his past lives, but what he did know was that he was a failed writer, a poor man who made his family live in misery. He had barely survived a series of odd jobs in which he did not shine. He wrote books that no one read, but he didn't know how to do anything else.

At the age of fifteen, he had started reading a large dictionary. If he finished reading it and still wanted to be a writer, that would be his vocation, he told himself. As soon as he finished reading the dictionary, three years later, he began writing the book that would launch his career. While looking up a dictionary of literary themes, he came across this quote from William Shakespeare under the letter A: "Abandon those who abandon themselves. "It took him another two or three years to deliver his first manuscript. The story of the book was that of a young man happily in love, promised a brilliant career, who threw everything away to embark on an adventure. It was already a cry for freedom, an act of rebellion against all the conditioning of life. This theme was to be the guiding thread of his work. Once the manuscript was completed, he presented it to his parents as a trophy. They had not read it, implicitly making him understand that it would be better for him to find a real job. He had presented the manuscript to a publishing house which had returned a non-receipt.

He had left home, decided to live the adventure, failing to shine in a writing career. Then the hazards of life had brought him back to his country. He had founded a family there, the only successful episode in a life of misery, accumulating uninteresting jobs and social decline, until he ended up in a low-rent apartment in a poor town.

One day, he came across a young man's YouTube channel who was passionate about prophecies, some of which dated back to biblical antiquity. All these prophecies converged on civil wars in Europe and the Middle East and an imminent nuclear apocalypse in Europe and the United States. He knew well the actors of this chaos: globalist elites and servants of the deep state. He had spent much of his time studying these people, their plans, their methods and their crimes. Soon, the idea of the catastrophe, of its imminence, had obsessed him. Everything was there, the whole geopolitical course was clearly laid out. The outcome was obvious. 

Of course, his entourage was quick to point out all the random events that would cancel out this disastrous fate. He did not argue. He had had these visions of civil war since childhood. Around him, the declining West was living the last days of an exclusively consumerist civilization. People were no longer thinking, they were consuming, even if the atmosphere was a bit gloomy.

Few people read the prophecies with attention. Prophecies were either sensationalist magazine articles or fanatical exhortations to try to scare people into a questionable reading of the biblical message.

He believed he had the power to produce short stories, free of the usual prophetic jargon, to inform at least some people about prophecy and its troubling contemporary fulfillment. The age was no longer able to listen to the words of the mystics, but everyone had the right to be informed. Everyone was free to make up his own mind and to direct his life in the direction he wanted, with full knowledge of the facts. 

[iammyownshootingstar]

My Dream Girl Guide

Inspired by the true dream girl, @2pretty :)

(The divider image is not mine, but if someone knows whose it is please let me know)

Who is my dream girl?

She is a dependable friend and sister. She thinks of herself as her own cozy home, as someone worth loving and protecting.

She is endlessly curious about the world and its beauty. Her eyes are always wide with curiosity which complement her soft smile.

She speaks gently, and with a full heart.

She eats nutritious food to nourish her body and moves her body to keep is strong and graceful.

She radiates a calm and ethereal energy.

She is dedicated to improving her mind and studies topics that make new more knowledgeable about the world, its history, and its people.

She spends her time with loyal, caring, and understanding friends and partakes in activities that make her proud.

She watches television/movies and listens to music, but only to those forms of media that she truly enjoys, and limits her consumption of those that are violent, scary, or vulgar.

She trusts herself with her whole heart, and has a quiet strength.

In her free time, she loves spending time in nature, such as stargazing, taking walks, gardening, and caring for animals. She can also be found making time for hobbies that truly make her feel happy and do not waste time, such as reading and baking.

She takes inspiration from role models including Belle, Leonardo da Vinci, and Audrey Hepburn.

Mindsets I need before I begin

This is a new lifestyle, not a temporary change. If I treat it as such, nothing will truly change.

Everything I have ever wanted is sitting on the other side of fear (quoting 2pretty 😳)

I cannot forget the lifestyle that I promised myself.

The Specifics

For now, I split my journey into different categories rather than have specific goals per month, but I might change that depending on how it goes.

Physical

Improve my posture

Invest in quality hair products for moisture and curl definition

Develop a consistent skincare routine for the morning and night

Learn how to have well-kept eyebrows and nails

Develop a consistent sleep schedule

Exercise and eat healthier to have generally healthier body measurements, such as smaller waist/hip/thighs measurements (I want to focus on this rather than losing weight because I also want to gain muscle).

Style

Totally overhaul the clothes I have now (keep, donate, toss)

Decide on my style aesthetic, and stickwith it

Buy new, quality clothes, accessories, and jewelry

Emotional

Stay consistent with my medication and therapy

Listen to music that makes me happy

Develop a consistent morning and nighttime routine

Spend time outdoors

Practice loving myself and others gently

Make time for the hobbies that make me happy, such as reading, art, journaling, dancing, and cooking/baking

Develop a limited-waste lifestyle

Intellectual

Absorb knowledge by reading more, watching documentaries, and listening to podcasts

Learn languages daily, such as Korean, Japanese, Greek, and Latin

Be self-motivated and disciplined in school, including keeping up with work and deadlines

Improve my handwriting

Financial

Improve my relationship with money

Stick to a monthly or weekly budget

Digital

Clean out my phone, including apps, emails, contacts, and messages

Organize my computer

Evaluate the TV shows and movies that I watch

Spatial (not entirely sure if this, grammatically, makes sense)

Learn how to approach cleaning in a way that makes is more accessible and enjoyable

Deep clean my room and organize it to create a happy atmosphere

Make my college workspace feel cozy

Social

Evaluate the messages that I want to send out to the world

Make sure all of my interpersonal relationships are reciprocal and fulfilling

Put myself out there, by attending college events, joining clubs, visiting museums/galleries, and going to small cafes, musicals/plays, and movie theatres

Spiritual

Be more mindful

Work on my faith

Cement my morals and ethics and things I hold dear

Thank you for sticking to the end! I’m so excited to begin this journey xoxo

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 9)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6) (chapter 7) (chapter 8)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: smut (semi-public fingering, specifically), angst... I think that's it

After your impromptu motorcycle drive you stayed out all night; exploring the empty city, ducking into dive bars if they were still open, dancing in the streets to music only the two of you could hear.

The city was so eerily empty at night, nothing like a metropolitan complex like London. But it was less creepy and more peaceful, especially when you were walking with Sebastian hand-in-hand along the cobblestone path. He started to swing your hand as you walked and it made you laugh.

“Teach me more Romanian words, please,” you requested, looking at him and struggling to fight your smile. “Română?”

“Eu voi,” he nodded, looking around and pointing to the ground. “Stradă.”

“Stradă... we call it the street,” you answered. “Or road. Road?” you prompted.

“Road,” he repeated.

“Good! Your pronunciation isn’t too bad either,” you grinned.

“Copac,” he announced as he pointed to a tree.

“Copac,” you repeated. “In English, it’s tree.”

“Tree,” he smiled. “Engleza este o prostie.”

He suddenly pulled you into him and spun you around in a twirl, making you laugh. “Dans,” he said as he stepped his feet in time with yours. “A dansa.”

“Yeah, dancing,” you smiled. “I haven’t danced in years, you know, except for tonight.”

He surprised you with a sudden kiss that was unexpectedly chaste, just a press of his lips on yours that either lasted longer than it normally would or just slowed time for a moment. “Sărut,” he whispered when he pulled back.

”Sărut,” you repeated.

“Aș putea să te sărut ore în șir. Ai cele mai perfecte buze,” he breathed, running his thumb over your bottom lip which had gone slack just from listening to him talk.

Your fingers trailed down over the portion of his chest exposed by his unbuttoned collar. “I didn’t know I could feel this way about somebody,” you admitted aloud to yourself. “I wish I could stay…”

His hands lifted your face to look up at him. “Nu face asta. Nu te mai ascunde în gândurile tale. Fi cu mine.”

“Sărut?” you requested, making him grin.

“Da, iubirea mea,” he cooed as he leaned in and kissed you again, smiling into it.

You really hadn't even liked kissing all that much before you met him… you just hadn't seen the appeal beyond warming up to more exciting activities, but now? This was all the excitement you needed; you could kiss him for hours and never get bored.

That said, apparently Sebastian had exciting plans of his own, because you found yourself being backed up against a brick wall, his hands exploring your body— subtle at first, just rubbing your arms and gripping your waist, but then it got less ambiguous as you felt his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, just barely grazing over your stomach.

His touch trailed higher, nearly reaching your breast but stopping just before: you didn't mean to whine impatiently, but you heard it muffled against his lips and felt him chuckle lightly, breaking the kiss and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Atât de nevoiași," he hummed, nibbling on your earlobe as your thighs clenched together much too strongly when he'd barely touched you.

You clutched at his shirt, watching as his hand moved down to the top of your pants, the tips of his fingers just barely breaching past the fabric and starting to slide down.

"Here?" you gasped, finally remembering you were in public though you hadn't seen another person out here since you left the bar.

His hand moved lower down and your stomach fluttered with the forbidden nature of it all, feeling like a rebellious high schooler fooling around behind the movie theater when you both had curfew in ten minutes. But then he found your clit right away and it was nothing like high school.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered, shuddering and pushing your hips up to silently beg for more. He rubbed circles over your bud and smiled against your neck, already making it a struggle for you to stay quiet.

“Un alt cuvânt pe care ar trebui să-l știi,” he whispered, the pitch of his voice making it clear he was saying something beautifully filthy, “este dracu. Vreau să te dracu.”

“Seba, please,” you sighed.

"Dar nu cred că o pot face aici," he added with a soft laugh.

Two fingers suddenly pushed into you and didn't seem to struggle with it at all since he already had you soaked, curling into a tender spot inside you right away.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Yes?” he repeated with a smirk.

“Yes,” you said it again, “fuck yes.”

“Fuck,” he laughed, the word that was so familiar to you almost sounding foreign when he said it. “Spui asta mult. Cred că asta înseamnă că vei veni.”

“Your fingers feel so good,” you moaned, barely enough air in your lungs to get the words out. "Please… please don't stop…"

He kissed you again, open-mouthed and desperate as you both breathed heavily, his tongue sliding against yours as if to taste your moans. Hoping to stay upright now that your knees felt a little wobbly, you slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. That, in turn, led to you feeling the hard outline of his cock pressing against your thigh and you nearly melted right there, wishing you could feel him inside you now but figuring it probably wasn't worth the risk of being arrested for indecent exposure.

By now he knew you like the back of his hand, it seemed, because you were already throttling full speed ahead toward the edge, shocks of heat jumping up your spine each time he curled his fingers inside you.

"I— I'm gonna—" you stammered through your warning. He nodded, moving his fingers faster as you bit your lip a little too hard.

Just when you thought you couldn't help but cry out he kissed you one more time, rough and hungry, and muffled the sounds of you reaching your peak literally by his hand.

Everything that had twisted and snapped all at once began to soothe as you sighed and pushed his hand away slowly, feeling your walls spasm one more time when he slipped his fingers out and slid them right over your clit.

He pulled his hand out of your pants and brought his fingers to your lips; you dutifully cleaned them off for him, watching his lips twitch into a brief snarl when you took his fingers down your throat.

"Vom termina asta mai târziu," he promised darkly as he pulled you off of the wall and spun you around, and you wanted to return the favor but he stopped your hand from sliding up his thigh. "Mai târziu," he insisted, instead guiding you around the block and back to where his bike was parked.

Hopping on the back again as he started it up, you relished the change to cling onto his back tightly. He drove you through the empty streets, over sprawling hills and through stone archways, but just as you noticed this wasn’t the way to get back to the farmhouse, he slowed down and turned into a place to park.

“Why are you pulling over?” you asked, furrowing your brow as he parked the bike and motioned for you to get off with him. “Where are we going?”

“Ai incredere in mine,” he smiled as he took your helmet off for you and kissed you again, quickly, taking your hand and guiding you down a secluded path. You followed him down a few strange alleys, under clotheslines and sconces that started to dim with the oncoming morning light. Finally, he navigated you around a turn, through a tight gap, and out of nowhere you were on an overlook; one that gave you the perfect view of the sun beginning to rise over the city. “Wow,” you whispered, watching enraptured as soft yellow light overtook everything, the village and the woods in the distance beginning to come to life.

“Vremuri de genul ăsta mă fac să-mi fie dor de casă,” he sighed, before looking at you again from where he leaned on his elbows over the stone railing. “Îți faci mai ușor. Nu mai sunt singur.”

“This place is so beautiful, I’ve never lived anywhere like this before,” you admitted. “Maybe it’s just that it’s different that makes me like it so much… I guess I could say the same about you.”

Your eyes met his again, and the way he looked at you… it was like he saw right through you. Honestly, it was a bit terrifying. You'd never been so vulnerable to someone. You liked it more than you expected.

But it still scared you.

"Haide, hai să mergem acasă," he smiled as he stood upright again and took your hand.

"Let's get back to the house," you decided, but he was already leading you back to the bike where you rode through the countryside one more time, doing your best to memorize it all while you still had the chance.

You found tears in your eyes, though you didn’t remember crying, as you typed the final page of your manuscript.

It was a first draft, nothing close to a completed novel, but you were on your way to jumpstarting your career again. The only problem? You couldn’t have a career here. You couldn’t be published while living here, you couldn’t even edit this thing properly without a computer and you didn’t even have one here.

You needed to go home.

It killed you to realize that this was not a sustainable system: you living here— Hungary or Mrs. Alberti’s lakehouse— and falling in love with a near-stranger.

Sure, it was good for what it needed to be; he reminded you what it was like to be cherished and cared for, maybe you helped him break some dry spell (although you couldn’t imagine that this guy was anything but drowning in pussy all the time, but whatever). Regardless, it couldn’t last. It wasn’t meant to be anything other than… whatever it was meant to be.

You flipped through the pages of what you’d written already, admiring the journey that you saw on the paper— not just that of the characters, but your own as well. You could feel the weakness in your own voice in that first chapter, as if your hurt was right there painted on the page with the ink-pressed letters. You could remember shakily typing these words, hoping they would distract you from the fears and memories that plagued your mind.

A few chapters in, you could see the hope and optimism that built with the action of the story. You could feel your own love mirrored in the way you wrote your story, it was painfully powerful.

It brought a sense of closure, in a way; it gave you a chance to appreciate everything you’d learned from this, even if you knew you couldn’t take it with you into the next chapter. But this love didn’t feel like a subplot, it didn’t feel like a stepping stone onto the next adventure— it felt like what you’d been looking for your whole life. Maybe that’s just how it feels to be in the ‘honeymoon phase’ or whatever it’s called; maybe it’ll fade soon, with time and distance.

That was what you silently prayed for as you packed everything, folded your clothes, checked the nightstand drawers for those random trinkets they seemed to accrue. Funny how packing to leave this place took you longer than it did to throw your stuff together when you left Michael, and you’d been living there for years.

Then again, you'd known Michael so much longer than you'd known Sebastian, and yet it was Seba that meant so much to you now.

You weren’t sure what would be more difficult: leaving him, or knowing that you could never hope to explain everything in a way he would understand. You considered writing a letter and hoping that he would come upon a Romanian to English dictionary— but with everything you wanted to say, that would take him hours. After all that, would he find your words worth it? Or would he see it all as one last chore from a peculiar fling?

You were pretty sure he didn’t see it as a fling. But maybe he would understand that it was best left as a very unique rebound.

You left your room just to go get some coffee (or maybe something a little stronger, if it was available) and jumped when you saw Sebastian in the hall, causing you to quickly close the door behind you. “I didn’t expect to see you upstairs,” you greeted.

“Obținerea cearșafurilor curate,” he explained as he opened the door to the linen closet and pulled out some bedsheets.

“Oh, yeah, those could probably use a change,” you mumbled as you realized he may not have washed them since the last time you stayed in his bed.

“Vrei și tu câteva?” he asked, pointing towards your door and holding up the sheets.

“Oh, uh, I don’t need any more sheets,” you shook your head, “but thank you…”

His face curled into a mischievous grin. “Poate că trebuie să murdărim acele foi,” he purred as he set the linens down and stepped closer to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“Seba,” you mumbled, but he must not have heard the hesitance in your voice as he leaned in and kissed your neck, making you sigh a little. He hummed contentedly and lightly bit your ear, and you were almost ready to just let him do it and procrastinate this conversation a little longer, but you had to sigh and push him back.

“Esti bine?” he asked, voice heavy with concern, as he straightened up and examined your face.

“Sebastian…” you started with a sigh, the words you’d been anxiously mulling over all night suddenly abandoning you. “What happened between us meant so much to me,” you continued slowly, “but the fact of the matter is, my first marriage isn’t even over yet. I mean, it’s over, but… I’m not really in a place where I can… start a new relationship…”

He looked back at you, that same blankness of incomprehension you were so used to painting his expression, and yet it was somber; he seemed to sense the tone, even if he was losing out on the specific ideas.

“It’s not fair to either of us, really,” you sighed. “I’m still mourning my marriage— and you were a really important part of that for me. So, thank you.”

You realized you needed to express your gratitude more thoroughly. Thinking quickly, you reached for his hand and opened it, placing his palm to your chest. He looked at you, a little confused.

“Thank you,” you repeated, looking him right in the eye.

He nodded slightly.

“Someday, somebody is gonna love you the way you need— the way you deserve,” you told him, stopping briefly to bite your lip in hopes it would stop quivering. “God, I wish it could be me. But it can’t.”

He held your face and kissed you, and much to your dismay it didn’t feel like a goodbye kiss. It didn’t feel like he knew this was the end. “Nu plânge,” he whispered. “Te iubesc.”

He kissed you again and you let yourself get lost in it like a complete fucking idiot, melting into his arms as he opened your bedroom door and pulled you inside with him. For a moment, it was like any other time, like any other perfect kiss with him, but then he pulled back and looked around and you had to watch his eyes as he realized. You had to watch his face as his smile fell away and his hope turned to despondence.

The whole room was packed. Heavy trunks on the bed, the sheets already stripped so Mrs. Alberti could wash them. Everything that made it feel like your room was gone, and it was just a guest room again, feeling bigger and emptier than ever.

All that was left was the typewriter on the table, because you still couldn't lift it.

“O să pleci,” he gasped, stepping back and releasing you from his embrace. “Chiar mă părăsești.”

You knew that look he was wearing on his face; beyond heartbreak— betrayal. You were all too familiar with it. “I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, “I would stay if I could, but I can’t, can I?”

A car horn honked outside, making you wince.

“That’s my ride,” you mumbled. “I have to go…”

You started to reach for your trunks and for a moment you thought that was really it. “Nu te duce,” he interjected suddenly, grabbing at your wrist and turning you to face him.

“I’m sorry— I have to leave—” you rushed, trying to grab your bags again.

“Nu te duce,” he repeated again desperately, pulling you close, cradling your face in his hands.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is,” you pleaded as your eyes began to water.

“Stay,” he begged, and you didn’t know that he knew that word. A tear fell; you wished he didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I can’t.”

You stood up on your tiptoes to try to kiss him one last time, but he grimaced and pushed you away.

“Să trăieşti,” he said quickly, bitterly, as he stormed out of the room.

“Sebastian, wait—!”

But he was already running down the stairs; you heard the sound of the back door slamming a moment after he was out of sight, and another honk of the horn outside reminded you that you didn’t have time to chase after him. This wasn’t how you wanted it to end— really, you didn’t want it to end at all, and maybe if it had to (which it did) then this was as good a way as any. But you hated to leave like this when the last thing you wanted was to hurt him.

Defiantly wiping the tears from your face, you lifted the first of your trunks and made your way down the stairs, bringing them to the front door where the driver of the cab was waiting to carry them the rest of the way for you.

“Could you go upstairs and get my typewriter for me?” you asked him. “I can’t carry it well myself.”

He nodded and did as he was told, another small but painful reminder of your first day here. Mrs. Alberti came around the bend wearing a knitted shawl and a bittersweet smile.

“I hope you didn’t plan to go without saying goodbye,” she teased you.

“Of course not,” you smiled, “goodbye Mrs. Alberti.”

“I didn’t mean to me, dear,” she explained, making your heart twist.

“I don’t think he wants to hear it from me,” you admitted awkwardly. “I don’t think he can, literally.”

She just sighed and looked away, just as the driver loaded the last of your things into the trunk.

“So, this is it then,” you shrugged as you turned to face her.

“I doubt that,” she smiled. “It’s not a goodbye, sweetheart, just a ‘see you later.’”

“Sure,” you agreed, knowing she was wrong. You couldn’t come back here; you couldn’t leave him twice.

The driver shut the trunk and got back into the driver’s seat, leaving you to stare up at the house and take one last moment to soak it all in.

“You be sure to call me when your book is a big hit!” Mrs. Alberti instructed with a grin.

You were too choked up to say anything back, so you just waved and nodded as you got in the car and took a deep breath. “To the train station, please,” you mumbled to the driver, covering your eyes with your hand as you felt the car reverse and turn onto the road. You couldn't open them, or you’d look back, and you couldn’t look back.

Since your eyes were closed, you had no way to know that Sebastian chased after the car for nearly a block, giving up at the turn of the road, falling into the gravel and laying there for a while, repeating that one English word he couldn’t get out of his head: stay.