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Pinky Promise

Pinky Promise 2

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Summary: Jake gets a call in the middle of the night asking for a ride home. But it’s who is asking that makes him worried.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Another request knocked out! Currently working on part 2 of Beautiful Stranger and might have plans for continuing this one depending on if you all like it. Thank you so much for reading! -C

You were a little on the tipsy side as you squinted at your phone trying to make out the numbers on it. With them moving as much as they were, it was near impossible to type in a correct phone number. Instead, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to your brother’s name.

The smart thing to do would be to call him for a ride, but the more drunk side of you could only think about the nagging you would get on the way home and probably the month following. So, you scrolled up and down your contacts deciding on who would be the lucky winner to receive a call at 1 in the morning.

Jake groaned as he heard his phone going off. He blindly reached for it and squinted at the bright screen, trying to decipher who the hell would be calling at this hour. He had to be up in a few hours to get ready for another day of trying to get through the near impossible assignment, so unless it was an emergency, he was ignoring it.

The number that flashed on his screen wasn’t one he had seen before. He almost wrote it off as a wrong number or another spam call, but something told him to answer it. The area code was one he knew and a call this late on a Saturday might mean something is going on. So, instead of rolling over and enjoying the few hours of sleep he had left, he answered the mystery number.

“Seresin.”

“Oh shit! That’s the Jake that’s in this phone? Why would he put that number in here?” The voice was female and sounded somewhat familiar but was clearly drunk.

“Sorry to disappoint. Who is this?” Jake was kicking himself for answering it now, having the person insult him within two seconds of talking.

“Ah. Look, you have to promise not to tell my brother anything. Like pinkly swear and everything.” Jake was too tired to entertain childish requests, but the first part of the statement finally sunk in. The only one on the team who had a sister near base was Bradley. Fuck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He needed the confirmation before freaking out. What did she do that warranted keeping her brother in the dark?

“I am not answering that question until you promise me.” He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to him. There was no way this wasn’t her.

“Alright. I promise I won’t tell him right now. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He was hoping she was too drunk to catch how he promised.

“Fine. I’m at this bar with my friend and I played wingman a little too well and she left with this guy. I mean good for her. She just got over this really bad breakup and needed to get laid.” Jake had gotten out of bed and put the phone on speaker as he got dressed. Something told him he was going to have to pick you up from somewhere. That’s if you managed to stop getting sidetracked.

“Anyway, I have this thing about not liking to get in Ubers by myself and it’s a long ass walk back to my apartment.” Jake had grabbed his keys at this point and was walking out the door.

“Where are you? I’m on my way.” He turned on his truck and waited for a response.

“Shoot. Well, we started at one place and now this is place three. No place four. You know what, let me ask because I have no idea.” Jake sighed and shook his head. He had heard stories from Bradley about his younger sister and how reckless you were. Or at least that’s the way he described you. He always kept you on a tight leash, trying his hardest to keep you out of trouble.

But Jake thought you just wanted to have some fun. One of his sisters went through a phase like this and it was best to keep a close eye on them but never push them. For reasons like this.

You told him the name of the bar and he was on his way. “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. Are you okay to wait inside for me?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I need to finish this water anyway.” Jake told you to call if something came up but he shouldn’t be long.

It wasn’t but 5 minutes later his phone started ringing again. He saved your number as Baby Bradshaw, knowing that this probably wouldn’t be the last time you called him.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Are you close?” As casual as you tried to sound, Jake could hear a slight bit of urgency.

“Five minutes away. Everything alright?” The hesitation that followed his question told him everything he needed to know. But he waited for your response before he pushed the issue further.

“Umm, it’s probably nothing. Just this guy by the bar keeps giving me this look and it’s making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But I’m also drunk and a tiny bit paranoid.” Jake pushed the accelerator down a bit further, breaking a few laws in order to get to you faster. He wasn't going to be blamed for getting the youngest Bradshaw in trouble.

“I’ve always been told to listen to your gut.” He heard the hum on the other end of the line as he blew through a red light.

“My gut is telling me they want tacos.” Jake couldn’t stop the laugh that came out.

“We can get you tacos on the way home, sweetheart. Now do me a favor and stand where a lot of people can see you. People like security or a bouncer. Can you do that for me?” He heard you hum again.

“Slight problem. He is following me now.” Jake’s heart started to beat faster and knew he needed to get there now.

“Shit. What did Bradley say. Thumb out, use your knuckles.” He shook his head trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But it clicked a second too late.

“No don’t-“ He heard commotion on the other line and parked his truck right outside the bar. Flying out the door, he nearly ran into you as you were standing by the entrance with a bouncer blocking a guy with blood running from his nose from getting close to you.

Jake grabbed you before you could get around the bouncer and pulled you outside. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, you creep!” You were yelling at the guy all the way outside, letting him know you weren’t to be messed with. He wanted to go back in there and show the guy what happens when you mess with innocent people, but he knew leaving your side wouldn’t be for the best.

When the two of you were next to his truck, Jake let go and looked you over. Your face had a red tint to it from what he assumed had just happened, but besides that you looked to be in one piece. That was until he saw your eyes start to water.

He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head up. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You sniffed a few times and wiped the tear that managed to escape. “Bradley didn’t say how much it hurts to hit someone.”

Jake bit back a smile and looked down at your hand. While it was a bit red and would surely bruise tomorrow, it didn’t look too bad.

“He probably didn’t think you would ever have to do that. Why don’t we get you back home and you can tell me what happened.” He watched you nod your head and opened his passenger door for you, closing it when you were in.

He waited a few minutes after you were on the road before asking questions. “Want to tell me why you called me instead of your brother?”

You shook your head at the question. “Have you met my brother? It would be nonstop nagging for God knows how long. Anyone else seemed like the better option.” You paused as you remembered exactly who you were with.

“I will say I didn’t expect him to put your name in my phone. He seems to have a strong dislike for you.” Jake smirked at what you had said and shrugged his shoulders.

“He probably knew I had sisters and would do anything to make sure they were alright. Regardless on who they were related to.” You thought this over and nodded your head. It wasn’t long until the next question came.

“What happened at the bar?” You felt his eyes on you and knew he was more concerned than curious.

“The guy I told you was giving me weird looks ended up following me to the door. He stopped me and tried to grab my hand and even though I pulled it away, he kept coming at me. I don’t know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop him.” You missed the way Jake’s hands tightened on the steering wheel or the clench in his jaw.

“He was lucky I was 30 seconds behind, or he would’ve gotten more than a broken nose.” You looked over and saw how serious he was. A look your brother wore all too often.

“How long until you tell bird boy what happened?” Jakes eyes caught yours and you saw the conflict in them.

“If I was him, I would want to know something happened to my sister. But I will at least drop you off before I call him. Keep your phone on silent and say you fell asleep. That way you can push it off until he gets off tomorrow.” He heard your sigh but that was the end of that.

It was silent in the car until he heard you say, “I’m not as stupid as my brother makes me out to be.” Stupid was never a word he would have used to describe you. A little carefree maybe, but you knew what you were doing.

“I see someone who wants to have a little fun in their life while they can. Nothing wrong with that.” He glanced over to you to see you playing with your injured hand.

“You’re not as bad as they make you out to be either. Besides my brother, not many people would come and get me when they have to be up soon.” Jake held back a wince when he saw the time. A coffee run in the morning would be needed. Maybe he could talk Natasha into picking him up some from that place she always went to.

He pulled into your apartment complex and parked as close to your building as he could.

“Hey, sweetheart. You can call me anytime you need help, okay? I know your brother and I are not on great terms, but I know he would help me out when family is involved.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him for the ride.

He waited until you closed the door before he backed out of the parking lot, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Bradley. It was nearing 2am and calling him was oit of the question. So, he sent a simple text.

Hey man. Your sister called a random number in her contacts tonight and didn’t realize it was me. She needed a safe ride home and that exactly what I did. We can talk about it more at base, but wanted to let you know she is safe. -Hangman

He went to put his phone down when a text popped up. He prayed Bradley wasn’t awake, wanting to push the rest of that conversation off. But instead, it was baby Bradshaw with the text You never got me tacos.

Jake laughed out loud replying that he owes you some in the near future. With a spitfire attitude that you had, Jake saw the two of you becoming good friends. That’s if Bradley didn’t lock you up after tonight’s events.

A/N: Not too sure how I felt about this one but thinking about doing a Jake and Y/N friend series. Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ fandom | haikyū!!

✧˖°. includes | shoyou hinata x reader headcannons, overall cuteness, fluff, established relationship, basically just hinata and reader having a happy week <3

⊹ ࣪ ˖ key | y/n: your name

✧˖°. in which | cutie patootie hinata is guaranteed a minute of volleyball with reader for every question he gets right, hinata being taught english by reader.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n | my fav cutie baby of hq!!!! i’ve been so unmotivated this month, but mori’s tsukki hcs got to me, and now i’m writing for a bit again <33 everyone, say thanks to mori! and!! tysm to mori for helping me out with this fic + giving me most of the ideas I included <3

“sho, come on! it’s easy to understand if you really want to.”

he keeps grumbling about it, as you try and teach him.

“easy for you to say, your volleyball future isn’t depending on one test,” he frowns.

you chuckle, and give him a kiss on his cheek.

he usually settles down for a maximum of five minutes, before getting up to stretch or walk around. attention span? he’s never heard of those words before.

you randomly catch him staring at you, when you’re trying to teach him something.

“okay, what’s the answer to 9 then, since you’ve been paying so much attention?”

he snaps out of his reverie and scratches his head and squints his eyes at the paper, concentrating hard on the question.

“Is it ‘I would like some water?’”

and the second you tell him he answered a question correct, he slowly begins drifting off topic.

“mm, you know how they had no water in the hunger games? must’ve been hard.”

and then he yaps about the hunger games books for the next two hours, and you let him.

no matter how much you talk, he definitely does still study and loves that you’re there to encourage him and keep him on track!

he knows you, and he knows that you’re always going to be there to help him.

you promise him that for every question he gets right (which he makes a note of, by the way), he’ll earn a minute of volleyball-playing with you.

you’re a very good setter, but since there’s no girls club for volleyball, you don’t play at school.

a few days later, he gets a B on his english test!

he runs to your class during the next break (which is right beside his), and as you’re walking out, he tackles you with a hug.

“I got a B!”

“baby, that’s amazing!”

and to celebrate, you go to ukai’s shop to buy some of your favourite snacks. you head over to one of your houses and binge watch cheesy romcoms of both of your choices, and finish up all your snacks and drinks.

you end the night with cuddles on the couch, obviously <3

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Heyho! Your blog is an amazing resource!

I have an ide that i am not sure will work and i am loking for ways to make it more organic.

My main character is trying to force himself to fulfill a role as a military leader within his society that makes him miserabel for the sake of protecting his family. I start the story in medias res and it moves him out of his usual enviroment into one where he doesn't need to fill his role because there is no comunication between him and back home, Most of the people from his army are not there with him except for two of his close friends so he can't realy properly fill it either.

Him trying to act as much within his role as a way to try to reasure himself that he is doing everything he can for his family (he is not thinking rationaly) and both stopping himself from getting used to something, that in his mind, can't last. The role he is trying to assume is not analogous with him at all. But since i write close third person pov and he is denying it, i cant show it clearly. I want to clue the reader in by only showing him struggling with maintaining his fake persona after it half fals apart and not a lot of him sucessfuly pretending so the reader sees that he is full of it and it doesn't come across like him suddenly changing character when he starts to let go. I worry it will not work out because the relative lack of exposition with him in the role proper and a lot of him being a disaster. I worry i will make him look incompetent. I worry there are a thousand other pitfals i don't even see. Do you have any idea how to make this character arck better structured.

There are a few different ways that you can approach this sort of thing, and it's going to depend on what kind of story you're telling and what kind of character you want this guy to be, so I'm going to show you how I would work through this character arc, giving a few lines of thought.

My main character is trying to force himself to fulfill a role as a military leader within his society that makes him miserabel for the sake of protecting his family.

Question 1: why is he trying to force himself into this role in particular, esp. when it effects him so badly?

Potential answers:

He sees this role as a position of power which he feels he must maintain to ensure his family's safety, using systemic influence as a barrier between his family and whatever danger he percieves as threatening them. He does not believe in the correctness, or function of his role, or the system he's a part of, but must pretend to conform in order to maintain his position

He's a true believer, he really believes that this role is vital and important, and that he needs to be able to fulfill it, or at least that if he were a real or proper (man, citizen, soldier, etc) then he OUGHT to be able to fulfill it. He probably sees his own struggle and failures as a personal flaw or weakness compared to what he believes he SHOULD be

He's been 'going along with' his position for his whole career, and due to circumstances or politicking has ended up in a position way above his ability level, and is stuck, if he shows that he can't handle the position it will cause danger and instability to himself and his family

He is a believer in the system and has worked to gain his position, but personal issues (poor health, mental health, outside circumstances, etc) have rendered him unable to fulfill the role that he had previously wanted. He still can't retire or give it up because he feels holding that position is key to protecting his family from the threat he percieves

There are probably many more options that you could go through for his particular position, but notice that in each of these, he must maintain the illusion of being completely competent and in control, even though he is internally suffering due to his position.

I start the story in medias res and it moves him out of his usual enviroment into one where he doesn't need to fill his role because there is no comunication between him and back home, Most of the people from his army are not there with him except for two of his close friends so he can't realy properly fill it either.

Question 2: Why doesn't he stop trying to fulfill his role when he is taken out of the environment in which it is required?

Potential answers (multiple of these may be true in varying degrees at once):

He has developed a habit of fulfilling this role which is difficult to break out of because he has been doing it consistently and constantly over many years, these actions have become reflexive for him

He really believes that what he does is good and necessary, and is determined to keep doing it no matter how much it hurts him personally, or how futile the effort may seem

He has developed a habit of fulfilling this role, and outside of it just does not know what to do anymore. Rather than being reflexive, as in answer #1, he uses the role to cover that he doesn't know what else to do in a given situation, the role has become a script he can follow

He does not know that he is 'out of the system' and may fear that this is a trick or test, and that if he fails at performing his role adequately, he or his family will be punished

And so on. The important thing here, is that fulfilling the role serves a purpose for him outside of the role itself.

Also, many times, when someone has been doing a thing for a long time, no matter how much they dislike it, they may automatically return to that action. Think, for instance, about people slipping back into 'customer service mode' or 'teacher voice' when they aren't at work.

Him trying to act as much within his role as a way to try to reasure himself that he is doing everything he can for his family (he is not thinking rationaly) and both stopping himself from getting used to something, that in his mind, can't last.

I would suggest that if you think about this situation from his perspective, he may be acting entirely rationally.

Does he know for sure that letting the role drop won't have negative consequences?

Does he believe that the role itself is pointless?

Does he know that the people who are with him definitely won't betray him if he lets the role drop?

Can he be sure that if he does let it drop in this situation, word will never get back to his superiors that this 'failure' has occurred?

If he doesn't have certainty about these points, then from his point of view, continuing to attempt to fulfill that role may seem like the most rational, sensible option.

I want to clue the reader in by only showing him struggling with maintaining his fake persona after it half fals apart and not a lot of him sucessfuly pretending so the reader sees that he is full of it and it doesn't come across like him suddenly changing character when he starts to let go. I worry it will not work out because the relative lack of exposition with him in the role proper and a lot of him being a disaster. I worry i will make him look incompetent.

As the story is in close third person perspective, I think that a good tool in your workshed here is going to be the expectations that the other characters have of this guy and his skills and competence.

If someone who knows him well expects him to be able to handle whatever the current situation is with ease, but instead he gets mad, or is avoidant, or decides that actually something else is more important to be concerned with, then you can use the character's reaction to his actions to shape the understanding of him.

Character 1: We should ask That Guy what to do about The Event, because he's got experience and he's always seemed like a sensible person who can deal with Problems That Guy: There's an Event? Well have you filled out the paperwork correctly? Do you think that we can just do things the wrong way just because we're in the middle of nowhere? If you don't do the paperwork, then no wonder Problem is happening! I have to go and polish my uniform buttons now, because the regulation handbook says uniform must be neat and tidy at all times. Character 1: Wow, he was very sweaty and flustered and that didn't seem like something he would say at all. Now I'm panicking because The Event is happening, and it seems like he's not even interested in helping with Problem.

The other characters probably won't know what exactly his problem is, but they don't need to. You could have them speculate that he's acting strangely because he just loves his role so much and is unable to function without it, for example.

As well, I don't think that him 'changing character suddenly' is a problem in this case, in fact, I think that that is probably exactly what is happening: he is going from playing the role that he has had to fulfill, to having to be 'the real him' without any safety nets or assistance.

It sounds to me like a sort of breakdown, where all of the things he's relied on in the past are no longer functional options. That's upsetting for anyone, even when the structure you've been relying on is dysfunctional or harmful--'better the evil you know than the one you don't' and so on.

It might be helpful for you to read about military or quasi-military individuals in extreme situations, so that you can see some of the ways that these roles can be used helpfully, or clung to harmfully.

Military discipline is intended to be a way of training large groups of people to act in certain ways when given certain instructions, even when they're in immediate danger. This often involves very particular and arbitrary rules, which are treated with a large degree of weight when it comes to discipline.

Let's use uniform rules as an example:

A uniform creates a uniformity among members of each rank, as well as creating differentiation between ranks. It limits expressions of individuality, and creates an appearance of group cohesion.

Uniform rules may include things like the proper styling and grooming of hair and facial hair, the correct wearing of shirts, jackets, ties, etc. The correct method of shoe polishing. Clenliness, neatness, and keeping things in good repair.

Some of these are going to be functional: it's no use going into the field with a pair of trousers that are about to tear through at the seams.

Some of these are going to be non-funtional, but useful in creating order: Everyone wears their hat tilted to the same side, someone who does it differently may be trying to start conflict with superiors, may be struggling with the requirements of the rank, or may not have been properly instructed.

In an emergency situation, a good and competent officer should be able to tell the difference between these two things, and to adjust enforcement accordingly.

A leader of a polar exploration mission who is fixated on making sure that crewmembers have all polished their shoes correctly, but isn't concerned that the cold-weather gear is inadequate and leading to men getting frostbite or freezing to death, is not adjusted properly to the situation that they are in.

On the other hand: A leader of a polar expedition who notices that discontentment is leading to conflict among the crew may assign busywork to certain individuals who seem to be causing trouble, to keep them from having time to do so. The fellow can't keep picking fights if he's too busy and exhausted from having to clean and mend gear all day.

Of course, this is all going to be relative to your characters' particular situations, but if you think about how your character may attempt to utilise proceedures that he thinks of as methods of creating order, but applies them improperly to the situation at hand, then you can find ways to show that he knows what he's doing, and in another situation may be competent, but is unsuited to the current situation.

Things to keep in mind:

Learned and repeated behaviour vs 'true' feelings, intents, or wishes

Investment in his role and in the system vs desire to do otherwise

Outside threats or pressures vs inside stresses

Other characters expectations and assumptions based on past experience vs behaviours occurring in new context

I think you're probably on the right track with this character and I think it will be helpful for you to work on developing a sense of the relationships between this guy and the characters he is isolated with, so that their expectations and assumptions of him can stand in for exposition of him being 'successful' in his role.

I hope this helps!

Mason

(if I missed anything, or there's a need for clarification, please feel free to ask again!)

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❱⠀SYNOPSIS. ❱⠀CHARACTER VISUALS. ❱⠀ACT I⠀⦂⠀〝MONEY，POWER ⅋ RESPECT.〞╱SOUNDTRACK.╱CHARACTER AES.

❱⠀CHAPTER UNO⠀⦂⠀〝HEAT WAVE.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER DOS，PT. 1╱2⠀⦂⠀〝SING ABOUT ME，〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER DOS，PT. 2╱2⠀⦂⠀〝I’M DYING OF THIRST.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER TRES⠀⦂⠀〝LOVE THY NEIGHBOR.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER CUATRO⠀⦂⠀〝STOCKHOLM？〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER CINCO⠀⦂⠀〝HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER SEIS，PT. 1╱2⠀⦂⠀〝HIGH RISKS，HIGH REWARDS.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER SEIS，PT. 2╱2⠀⦂⠀〝FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD.〞

❱⠀ACT II⠀⦂⠀〝IMPERIAL OVERSTRETCH.〞

❱⠀CHAPTER SIETE⠀⦂⠀〝THE MARATHON.〞❪COMING SOON❫!

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PAIRING⠀⦂⠀shaolin fantastic ❪shameik alti moore❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪beyoncé giselle knowles-carter，circa ‘02❫ ⋮ㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀REFLECTING ON MY YOUTH，I must’ve pitied myself. That was the only real explanation I could think of when it came down to injecting my developing mind，body and soul with any chemical compound that broke me down until I completely surpassed the feeling of numb. Numb to the fact I was being exploited more ways than one by the hands of those other than my own. Numb to the fact I endured it all just to temporarily substitute the void my mother left Roam and I in since the ages of six and ten. She manifested every aspect of the young woman I was so desperately trying to become；independent， selfless and seemed to have the answer to any question thrown her way. I grew dependent on men，selfish to my own habits and breach to every promise I vowed to keep，even those that were left lying on her deathbed. I was untouchable，Mr. Nicky Barnes，until I was repeatedly caught up in my own acts and imprisoned by the same narcotics that made me numb. The good thing about rehabilitation was that I found time to humble myself，the bad thing about rehabilitation was that it was always hard to resist temptation. My final recovery couldn't have came at a better timing. It was Summer of 1977 when I made my return to the burning borough of the Boogie Down Bronx to make amends with my only sibling，make steep career choices，fall in love with a man with just as much venom as myself，resist folding under the pressure of the crooked cops and maybe even get a hit of that sweet stuff they call Hip-Hop.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or⠀⠀⠀in which the origin of hip-hop is told from a woman’s perspective.

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❱⠀PROMOTIONAL POSTER. ❱⠀SYNOPSIS. ❱⠀CHAPTER ONE⠀⦂⠀〝BE THAT AS IT MAY.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER TWO⠀⦂⠀〝DISCO INFERNO.〞❪COMING SOON❫!

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❱⠀SHE’S OUT MY LIFE ❪HAMILTON ALTERNATE UNIVERSE❫

PAIRING⠀⦂⠀soft!john laurens ❪anthony ramos，circa ‘15❫ ✕ black!toxic!female oc ❪beyoncé giselle knowles⸻carter，circa ‘08❫

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PAIRING⠀⦂⠀aaron burr，jr. ❪leslie odom，jr.❫ ✕ black!journalist!chorus substitute teacher!female oc ❪faith renée evans，circa 1995❫

❱⠀ANYWHERE ❪BMF ALTERNATE UNIVERSE❫

PAIRING⠀⦂⠀demetrius edward〝big meech〞flenory，sr. ❪demetrius edward〝lil meech〞flenory，jr.❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪cheryl renee〝salt〞james，circa 1988❫

❱⠀WALKED OUT ❪EUPHORIA ALTERNATE UNIVERSE❫

PAIRING⠀⦂⠀fezco ❪conor angus cloud hickey❫ ✕ black!dentistry undergraduate!female oc ❪taylour dominique paige❫  

❱⠀ANYTHING GOES

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❱⠀PLUVIOPHILE

PAIRING⠀⦂⠀bryshere y. gray ✕ black!publication editor⸻in⸻chief!female oc

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰³.⠀⟆⠀THE GIRL IS MINE࿐ ࿔*:·ﾟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪HEADCANONS⠀╱⠀DRABBLES❫

❱⠀NATURE FEELS ❪BLACK PANTHER ALTERNATE UNIVERSE❫

PAIRING⠀⦂⠀n’jadaka╱erik〝killmonger〞stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan，circa ‘77❫

❱⠀PLAY NO GAMES

PAIRING⠀⦂⠀kendrick lamar duckworth，circa ‘17？ ✕ black!female oc ❪lorraine ward❫

❱⠀LOVE.

PAIRING⠀⦂⠀kendrick lamar duckworth，circa ‘18 ✕ black!female oc ❪lorraine ward❫

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰⁴.⠀⟆⠀HUMAN NATURE࿐ ࿔*:·ﾟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪REQUESTS⠀╱⠀SUGGESTIONS❫

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OKLCMC presents… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BILLIE JEAN࿐ ࿔*:·ﾟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪THE MASTERLIST❫

⠀⠀⠀heavily inspired by michael jackson’s ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀thriller ❪1982❫ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⓒ oklcmc，2024.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ BUT WHO CAN STAND ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WHEN SHE’S⠀⠀⠀IN DEMAND ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HER SCHEMES 𖬺͟ PLANS，❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❪THE TAGLIST❫

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Emotions Unshackled.

AH! WE-ARE-IN-LUCK!

Oh yeah? How so?

WELL...CONSIDERING-WE-DID-NOT-RUN-INTO-MONOTARO-OR-MONOPHANIE-ON-THE-WAY-HERE, I’D-SAY-WE-ARE-LUCKY-TO-HAVE-AVOIDED-A-FIGHT.

Oh, that’s...yeah.

*Monodam guides Kaede and Sora into a room with lots of compacted machines, and a large monitor at the end.

Ok, I’m no engineer, but this looks to me like what they would call a Central Data Processing Room.

CORRECT. ALL-CPU-IN-THE-LAB-ARE-HOOKED-UP-TO-THE-SYSTEM-HERE, AND-PRESERVED. 

In that case, let’s get cracking.

*Sora closes the Exisal hood and powers up.

I’ll get this side, you get the other, ok?

WH-WHAT-ARE-YOU-DOING!?

Huh? If this is the place where all the tech’s connected to, all we’ve gotta do is destroy it and we get out, right?

NO! IF-YOU-DO-THAT-WE’LL-LIKELY-BE-STUCK-IN-HERE-FOREVER! NOT-EVEN-ZETSUBOU-WILL-BE-ABLE-TO-OPEN-THE-DOOR!

*Sora immediately powers down!

Shit! Uh...I knew that!

Jesus Sora!

Sorry! I just...Whatever...What WAS your plan in that case?

DID-YOU-CATCH-WORD-THAT-A-STRONG-AI; IN-OTHER-WORDS-AN-ALTER-EGO-LIKE-KABUYA-SAMA, WAS-PUT-IN-PLACE-TO-MANAGE-THE-BASE?

I think Rantaro did bring that up when we spoke last...But I don’t really get it.

Basically, the security system of this lab is being controlled by an AI kind of like me. That’s the reason why hacking and communication attempts have failed, because the AI in place is conscious and actively preventing them.

Wow...That’s one heck of a system...

HENCE-THE-REASON-WHY-I-BROUGHT-YOU-HERE. THE-ALTER-EGO-IS-SOMEWHERE-IN-THIS-ROOM, HIDING-IN-THE-DIGITAL-REALM-OF-THESE-PROCESSORS.

Like a Neo World, you mean?

YES...AND-I-BELIEVE, IF-WE-CAN-FIND-THEM, IT-MAY-BE-KEY-IN-GETTING-THE-LAB-OPEN.

So you think this would really work?

I’ve got a question...How come you never tried this before?

THE-ANSWER-IS-SIMPLE. IT-WOULD-HAVE-BEEN-IMPOSSIBLE.

THE-AI-IS-KEPT-PERMAMENTLY-IN-THE-SYSTEM, AND-IN-ORDER-TO-GET-TO-IT, ONE-WOULD-HAVE-TO-ENTER-THE-NEO-REALM-THEMSELVES.

SO-UP-UNTIL-THIS-POINT, THAT-HAS-BEEN-IMPOSSIBLE, AS-WE-MONOKUBS-CANNOT-DETACH-OUR-AI-FROM-OUR-ORIGINAL-BODIES.

Oh! I get it! Now we might have a chance making it work because we’ve got Sora with us!

Me?

IF-KABUYA-SAMA-CAN-TAKE-THE-TUNNEL-TO-GET-INSIDE-THE-LAB, THEN-SHE-IS-MORE-THAN-CAPABLE-OF-ACHIEVING-THIS-ON-HER-OWN.

NOT-TO-MENTION, SINCE-SHE-PLUGS-INTO-THE-EXISAL-SO-EASILY, SHE-SHOULD-BE-MORE-THAN-QUALIFIED-TO-NAVIGATE-THE-SYSTEM-AND-ACCESS-THE-INTRICATE-CODE.

Alright, so run it by me again...What’s the plan here?

MY-PLAN-CAN-GO-ONE-OF-TWO-WAYS, BUT-IT-INVOLVES-THE-SAME-PROCESS. KABUYA-SAMA-MUST-ENTER-THE-REALM, AND-FIND-OUR-AI.

ONCE-SHE-FINDS-HIM, DEPENDING-ON-HOW-HE-REACTS, SHE-MUST-EITHER-CONVINCE-HIM-TO-AID-US, OR-REMOVE-AUTHORITY-FROM-HIM-AND-TAKE-IT-FOR-HERSELF.

I can DO that?

IT-SHOULD-BE-POSSIBLE-FOR-AN-AI-OF-YOUR-CALIBER.

Well damn, I’m pretty awesome!

So...you’re game?

Oh, I’m game. In fact I’m hyped to try this out. What do we do?

KAEDE. PLEASE-PLUG-THIS-WIRE-INTO-YOUR-PHONE.

Got it.

*Kaede plugs one end of the wire Monodam hands her into the AUX port of her phone. Monodam plugs the other end into one of the machines in the room.

THERE-IS-NO-GUARANTEE-YOU-WILL-FIND-HIM-IMMEDIATELY. PLEASE-TAKE-SOME-TIME-TO-SEARCH, WHILE-KAEDE-AND-I-KEEP-AN-EYE-OUT.

Alright...I’ve done stuff like this before actually. Just let me know when to head in.

INITIATE-COUNTDOWN.

3-2-1...! 3...2...1...!

Blast off!

...

...

...

Um...Uh...Sora, that means “go.”

Yeah, I know, but...I CAN’T go.

...What do you mean you can’t go?

I mean I CAN’T GO! I’m stuck! There’s like a wall blocking me in!

NOT-POSSIBLE...UNLESS...OUR-AI-ALREADY-SET-UP-A-BARRIER-AROUND-ITSELF...

If it did that, does that mean this plan is shot?

NO! EVEN-IF-THEY-SHOULD-HAVE-PUT-UP-A-BARRIER, IT-IS-AS-I-SAID. KABUYA-SAMA-WAS-ABLE-TO-GET-PASS-THE-BARRIER-PLACED-ON-THE-LAB-AS-A-WHOLE.

YES, THAT-ONE-WAS-WEAKER-DUE-TO-IT-COVERING-A-LARGE-AREA, BUT-THIS-SHOULD-STILL-BE-ENTIRELY-POSSIBLE-FOR-HER.

So why isn’t it working?

...GIVE-ME-A-MOMENT.

*Monodam hops in his Exisal and starts typing at the control panel...After a few seconds of analysis, he looks up in understanding.

You get anything?

YES. I-BELIEVE-I-DISCOVERED-THE-PROBLEM. IT-IS-NOT-THE-SYSTEM, BUT-KABUYA-SAMA-HERSELF.

Sora? What, is she too fat for the hole or something?

I’m not fat! I can’t even gain weight!

I-NEVER-SAID-THAT. YOUR-BODY-IS-NOT-THE-SOURCE-OF-THE-ISSUE...

IT-IS-THOSE-THINGS-ON-YOUR-HEAD-THAT-ARE-BLOCKING-YOU.

Things...You mean-!?

Wait...are you trying to tell me that her HAIRTIE is what’s preventing access...?

THAT-IS-NO-MERE-HAIRTIE. MY-ANALYSIS-HAS-CONCLUDED.

THEY-ARE-INHIBITORS-PLACED-ON-KABUYA-SAMA’S-AI-BODY-TO-LIMIT-HER-CAPABILITIES-TO-BASIC-LEVEL. MORE-COMMONLY-KNOWN-AS-SHACKLES.

Shackles? Oh, that’s right! I remember now! They basically limit how much power you have, right?

Chiaki and Ae have them too. They just don’t come up too often.

Alright, well, all you’ve got to do is take them off and we’re golden, right?

Uh...!

[Flashback]

nrgh…p-please…

I...I’m sorry...I can’t.

!!!?

!!!?

Come on...There’s gotta be another way. Let’s just brainstorm.

Sora...!

Come on Kaede...You know full well what happened the last time I took these damn things off.

Do you mean...Sannoji?

Yeah...I hated that guy with every ounce of my being and honestly, I’m glad he’s dead but...

When I had Yoruko remove my shackles and I put an end to him for good, I saw a side of me I didn’t know even existed. I was...deranged...unruly...Like there was a...burning hot fire of vengeance and violence in me...and...

I’m sorry...but there is NO WAY I am letting that spark happen again.

But this may be our only chance at getting out of here Sora! We can’t stay here forever! Hell, we’re running out of time as it is!

It’s not as if we’re sending you to fight or kill anyone! If I was in your shoes, I’d consider it a worthy sacrifice, because you’re not the only person at risk here!

But you’re NOT! You’re NOT in my shoes! You’ve never actually killed anyone and you don’t know what it’s like to hurt people!

WHAT-ABOUT-MY-SIBLINGS?

They don’t count! You’re not a person! Just a copy/paste robot!

...!

SORA!

Oh, I don’t care if it’s rude! I don’t owe him shit! 

Sora, please reconsider! You’re our only hope!

Then find ANOTHER hope! Isn’t that what we do? We always find a way?

We’ve FOUND a way! The only reason it’s not working out is because you’re refusing to help!

How do you even know this is gonna work!? How do you know I’m not gonna blow up in there, so Monodam can kill you!

...!

SORA! Monodam has done NOTHING BUT HELP ever since the end of our fight! I think it’s PRETTY CLEAR that he’s NOT gonna betray us by now!

Kaede, he’s still one of Zetsubou’s tools!

Yeah, well so were you! 

...!

You’re modelled after an Ultimate Despair and a murderer and were also CREATED by a murderer! I don’t think you have the right to judge.

You’re aware of all that, and yet you STILL think this is a good idea!? You really want my murderous side to be unleashed.

I didn’t SAY THAT. I never said you were a murderer.

You just called me a murder bot, make up your mind!

I didn’t call you a MURDER BOT! Please, we just-

NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

!!!???

!!!!???

.....

*Sora closes the Exisal hatch and turns around to face away from them.

...

...

*Kaede also turns her back and rests her head shamefully on CPU.

... 

*Monodam leaves his own Exisal, and stands behind Sora, looking up towards the cockpit.

KABUYA-SAMA...YOU-ARE-WRONG-ABOUT-SOMETHING, YOU-KNOW?

What? About how I think I’m dangerous? Or about how you’re all unthinking or unfeeling?

NO...ABOUT-HOW-KAEDE-AKAMATSU-DOESN’T-KNOW-WHAT-IT’S-LIKE-TO-FEEL-GUILT-FROM-HURTING-PEOPLE.

...!

What? Because of what happened to Amami? She never actually killed him.

THAT-IS-INDEED-A-GOOD-EXAMPLE...BUT-NOT-ALL-TIMES-SOMEONE-IS-HURT-HAS-TO-INVOLVE-DEATH. I-REFER-TO-OTHER-THINGS-THAT-HAPPENED-IN-THE-KILLING-GAME.

...Other things?

*Monodam turns slightly towards Kaede before continuing his story.

WHEN-PAPA-KUMA-FIRST-INSTATED-THE-RULES-OF-THE-DANGANRONPA-V3-KILLING-GAME, EVERYONE-QUICKLY BECAME-CONFUSED-AND-AGITATED. KAEDE-WHO-SAW-THIS, IMMEDIATELY-TRIED-TO-HELP, SAYING-THAT-THEY-SHOULD-COOPERATE-TOGETHER-INSTEAD-OF-FIGHTING-IF-THEY-WANTED-TO-ESCAPE. AS-SHE-PROPOSED-A-SOUND-AND-STRAIGHTFORWARD-ARGUMENT, EVERYONE'S-HEART-WAS-ABLE-TO-BECOME-ONE, ALL-THANKS-TO-HER-SPEECH.

Monodam: AROUND-THAT-SAME-TIME, GONTA-GOKUHARA-HAD-DISCOVERED-A-MANHOLE, WHICH-THEY-BELIEVED-WOULD-GIVE-THEM-A-WAY-TO-ESCAPE-FROM-THE-ACADEMY. AND-THIS-SEEMED-MORE-LIKELY-UPON-DISCOVERING-A-LONG-TUNNEL.

Monodam: HOWEVER, WHAT-THEY-FOUND-IN-THE-TUNNEL-WAS-THE-DEATH-ROAD-TO-DESPAIR, A-SERIES-OF-IMPOSSIBLE-TRAPS-AND-OBSTACLES-THAT-THEY-COULD-NOT-HOPE-TO-BEAT. THIS-WAS, OF-COURSE, ALL-PART-OF-PAPA-KUMA’S-PLAN. BUT-EVEN-AFTER-HEARING-THAT-THE-PATH-WAS-IMPOSSIBLE, KAEDE-STILL-PUSHED-EVERYONE-TO-KEEP-TRYING, PURELY-OUT-OF-THE-HOPE-SHE-HELD-IN-HER-HEART.

Monodam: OF-COURSE-IT-WAS-NEVER-GOING-TO-WORK, AND-KAEDE-AND-THE-OTHERS-EXHAUSTED-THEMSELVES-BOTH-PHYSICALLY-AND-MENTALLY-AS-THEY-FOUND-THAT-ESCAPING-THROUGH-DEATH-ROAD-OF-DESPAIR-WAS-NEXT-TO-IMPOSSIBLE.

Monodam: AND-WITH-EVERYONE’S-MENTAL-FORTITUDE-LOST, IT-WAS-ALL-TOO-EASY-TO-PIN-THE-BLAME-OF-EVERYTHING-ON-KAEDE...

*Sora suddenly pops out of the Exisal.

Wait, they blamed YOU? But...you didn’t do anything wrong!?

Yes I did...I forced them to continue trying the road, and exhausted and hurt all of them...It’s my fault that all their hope and salvation was drained from them, and they were right to blame me.

I-AGREE. I-DO-NOT-THINK-KAEDE-MEANT-ANY-HARM, BUT-IT-WAS-ULTIMATELY-A-DUMB-DECISION, THAT-SHE-SHOULD-LOOK-BACK-AT-AND-LEARN-FROM.

*sigh*

Let me guess...You’re telling me all of this to try and make me feel better about myself? Like, “oh, she’s also done things she regrets, and things she wishes she could go back and change! You’re not alone!”

THAT-IS-NOT-IT. 

Oh? Is it not? Then pray tell, what are you getting at?

KAEDE-AKAMATSU-IS-NOT-A-COMPLETELY-INNOCENT-PERSON. AND-YET-DESPITE-HER-MISGIVINGS, SHE-STILL-MOVES-ON-WITH-HER-LIFE, STRIVING-TO-MAKE-SURE-SHE’S-A-BETTER-PERSON-TOMORROW. 

AND-YET-YOU, WHO-CLAIMS-TO-BE-AS-HUMAN-AS-HUMAN, CANNOT-DO-THE-SAME.

YOU’RE-PATHETIC...!

!!!??

!!!??

*Monodam goes back into his exisal, closes the lid, and starts to trudge away.

IF-YOU-WISH-FOR-ME-TO-THINK-OF-AN-ALTERNATIVE, I-WILL-TRY. JUST-GIVE-ME-SOME-TIME.

*He quietly leaves the Data Room.

...

*Unsure of what to do or say, Kaede also leaves.

...

*Sora remains in the room, sitting in silence.

[hskinhome]

ooo. could i ask for a charm reading for my meulin makara (kurlozways) tl? more specifically, maybe a general idea for how things went down for us. for context purposes:

i remember a damara zahhak, mituna ampora, kankri maryam, porrim megido, and horuss peixes. i was very selective with who i talked to. i think i was a prince of heart. i remember everyone being relatively close prior to our session but things kind of broke down after. we still all talked obviously but it was never really the same.

Yet another ask that I misread, hence why this ask took so long to get out. So you get two readings. Also. Same kin, different swap. Rad.

Reading 1 (the misread) - I used this spread by @kin-rot, linked to me by Mod Nepeta's google doc of spreads! It's less about how the timeline went as a whole and more about how your personal growth went, but I hope it helps nevertheless! Remember, if it feels wrong then it probably is!

I didn't pull the last charm, since you didn't ask about how it effects this life, but if you want that charm as well then please feel free to come back!

Your past life as a whole - A black umbrella - You were very capable, able to weather the storms. You were safe and protected by your own abilities.

Theme of major challenges - A camera - You (and your friends, from the feel of it) had a hard time focusing on the here and now, instead focusing on the future and how to make sure you remembered everything you wanted to remember.

How you handled them, and their effects on you - An open book, upside down as if a spot is being saved - You got distracted easily, trying to remember every single little thing like your life depended on it. Of course, this led to a harder time remembering anything clearly and in detail at all.

Lessons learned during this life - A winged clock - Time passes incredibly quickly, and though it's important to remember, it is more important to experience it.

Reading two (the correct read) - Whoops. This time I used this spread, also linked by Nepeta. Hopefully this one answers your question better.

An emotion/feeling/state of mind that dominated you - A top hat - Here, the top hat is to represent high society and prestige, a representation that works well for a Makara's high standing in troll society!

An action that you took because of it - Piano - This one came out upside down, which I think is relevant. Instead of it representing high society again, I'm interpreting it to mean the loss of high society. It feels like an action you took willingly and abruptly to me, though when I ran it past Mod Nepeta they thought it would be less willing. Your mileage may vary.

A key event in your timeline - A flower with a smile in it - This charm is meant to urge the reciever to stop and smell the flowers. Coupled with the next charm, I think the key event it's referencing is you meeting at least some of your fellow players and making friends with them. They helped you feel calm, like you would still be cared for even if you weren't the 'best' version of you.

Your role in the key event - A crossroad - You felt like you had to make a choice - either you could stay with the people who made you feel relaxed and happy, or you could go back to the people who pushed you to always be better than the day before, never letting you rest.

Your standing with others - A sunrise - The others looked to you when it came time to make a new start. They knew you had experience starting over, and that they could trust you to guide them through their new start as well.

Others' standing with you - A stoplight - You kinda viewed the others as being noncommittal - they weren't always able to move past what they had lost when the game began, but you were because the only things you lost were a past you had already left.

Something you've forgotten - An unlocked padlock - I'd read this as you forgetting how you let people in, how you connected with those around you and how they connected with you.

A mistake you made - An 'I love you' - You loved the wrong people, or you didn't tell the right ones. Something went wrong with your love and who you told.

Something you did right - A cocktail - Honestly I'd just read this as you always knowing exactly what to do to relax and have fun with your life!

A lesson learned - A checked box - You learned to always be the one to complete any job you started, even if you delegated the middle part of the job to someone else.

[lilyfreshwater]

help how the fuck does one study for finals 💀 bouta fail both chemistry and biology, my two only classes

ok i did not do well in either of those subjects because i didn't know how to study and if you have tanked every exam so far you might not be able to salvage it for the final BUT i did do well in orgo and physics so i have some tips:

1) come up with a study plan. yes this means going through every unit and planning what you will study each day like a week before the test. more importantly, STICK TO IT. if you get behind you're fucked, so stay on top of your goals and get things done, your grade depends on it

2) everything is gonna take longer to get through than you think it will, and if it didn't then you probably don't know it. that being said, don't waste time on stuff you DO know, such as equations, exceptions, or lists of things. if for some reason you can already recite the krebs cycle off the top of your head without thinking about it, move on. if not, repeat it to yourself until you can (provided that's something you need to know)

3) actually do active recall and test yourself, don't reread your notes. for chemistry, the best thing you can do is practice problems. your textbook is bound to have content practice example for both theory and calculations, so do them! that's the one thing that prevented me from failing that class. if you don't have an answer key for the book, look online for a PDF or ask around with your friends. someone's bound to have pirated one. as for bio, it's almost all about memorization. i think flash cards can be really helpful for this, and if you've got time to learn how to use anki i would do it. it's free for the computer, and it not only acts as a flash card bank but it's got a super powerful algorithm to track your learning and help you study the right topics at the right time with spaced repetition. if you don't have time for anki, quizlet will do. you could also make yourself a study guide of shit and not quit until you've memorized the whole thing, but that borders on rewriting notes and that's not helpful. practice problems could be a game changer here too depending on the quality of your textbook

4) if you've got the exams and answer keys for this semester, go back through, look at what you missed, and make sure you really concentrate on those areas, both the theory AND the practical application. don't necessarily forget about the things you got right, but if you got every question about the ideal gas law correct throughout the semester it's pretty clear you are comfortable with that material. part of making a study plan is figuring out how to budget your time, and if you're in a finals crunch then that's vital

5) finally, don't make these exams the end all be all for what you want to do with your life going forward. if you're in high school, you'll be fine, just have some good ECs and get As in your other classes and colleges probably won't even notice. if you're in college, one or two bad semesters of a class, especially intro classes like bio and chem, will not prevent you from going on to grad school or getting a job. i got a B- and a C+ in chemistry, and Bs in biology. most people either would have tried to retake the class or just given up, but i stuck it out cause i figured what else am i gonna do? i figured out how to study, took a class that helped reignite my passion for science, and began to understand the work ethic it would truly take to make my career dreams a reality. in doing so i got an A-/A in orgo, and an A in physics, along with a 4.0 semester at the end of sophomore year. weed out classes like bio and chem aren't designed to weed out the people who get bad grades, they are designed to weed out the people who will quit after a bad grade. or two. or three. or two whole semesters worth of bad grades like me. what matters, and what future grad schools and employers want to see, is that we can stick it out despite failure, learn from those experiences, and come back better than ever

tl;dr: make a study plan, budget your time, focus on what you don't know, and do active recall. you got this. and even if you don't, it's not the end of the world

[languageyeti1985]

The Road to Fluency: A Few Strategies and Techniques for Mastering English - Good Luck With Your Journey!

If you're a non-native speaker of English, you're probably familiar with the frustration of not feeling confident in your language skills. Whether you need help with grammar, pronunciation, or vocabulary, it's easy to feel overwhelmed and unsure how to improve. That's why we're here to answer five of the most common questions foreign learners of English always ask – and give you step-by-step advice that's practical, entertaining, and easy to follow.

Question 1: How can I improve my English pronunciation?

Good pronunciation is one of the key factors in speaking English confidently, and it's also one of the most complicated skills to master. But don't despair! You can use plenty of strategies to improve your accent and sound more like a native speaker.

First, listen to as much spoken English as possible – podcasts, TV shows, movies, and songs. Please pay attention to the sounds and intonation patterns, and try to imitate them as best you can. You can also use online resources like YouTube tutorials or language-learning apps to get feedback and practice pronunciation.

Another helpful tool is the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA), which is a system of symbols that represent the sounds of English. By learning the IPA, you can better understand the differences between sounds in your native language and English and practice pronouncing them correctly.

Finally, don't be afraid to ask for help! Find a native speaker or English teacher who can give you feedback and corrections, and practice speaking as much as possible.

Question 2: How can I expand my English vocabulary beyond essential words and phrases?

Having a good vocabulary is essential for expressing yourself clearly and confidently in English. But how can you go beyond the basics and learn more advanced words and phrases?

One effective strategy is to read as much as possible in English – books, articles, and news stories. Then, when you come across a word you don't know, look it up in a dictionary or use an app like Vocabulary.com or Quizlet to practice memorizing new words.

You can also use flashcards or sticky notes to review new vocabulary daily and try to use the words in context – for example, by writing sentences or conversing with native speakers.

Finally, remember that context is vital. You can learn a lot about a word's meaning and usage by looking at the words that come before and after it and by understanding the cultural and social context in which it's used.

Question 3: What's the difference between American and British English, and which should I learn?

English is spoken in many different countries worldwide, and each variety has unique characteristics and quirks. Two of the most well-known types are American English and British English – but what are the differences, and which one should you learn?

The main differences between American and British English are pronunciation, vocabulary, and spelling. For example, American English tends to have a more "rhotic" accent, meaning that the "r" sound is pronounced at the end of words like "car" and "far". On the other hand, British English is more "non-rhotic", meaning that the "r" sound is not pronounced in those words.

There are also differences in vocabulary – for example, Americans might say "elevator" where the British say "lift" or "truck" where the British say "lorry". And spelling can also vary – Americans tend to use "color" where the British use "colour" or "center" where the British use "centre".

So which one should you learn? It depends on your personal goals and preferences. For example, learning American English might be more practical if you plan to study or work in the US. On the other hand, if you're interested in British culture or planning to travel to the UK, British English might be a better fit.

That being said, both varieties are mutually intelligible, meaning speakers of one type can understand the other. So don't worry too much about making the "wrong" choice – the most important thing is choosing a variety you enjoy and feels motivated to learn.

Question 4: How can I improve my writing skills in English?

Writing in English can be a daunting task, primarily if you need to get used to the grammar and syntax of the language. But with some practice and helpful tips, you can improve your writing skills and express yourself more effectively.

First, focus on building a solid foundation in grammar and syntax. This means learning the basic rules of sentence structure, verb tenses, and punctuation. You can use online resources like Grammarly or the Purdue OWL to improve your grammar skills.

Next, practice writing every day. You don't have to write a novel – even a short journal entry or email can help you improve your writing skills. Make sure to proofread your work carefully and look for areas where you can improve.

Another helpful strategy is to read as much as possible in English. This will expose you to different writing styles and help you better understand what good writing looks like.

Finally, feel free to ask for feedback. Find a native speaker or English teacher who can give you constructive criticism and help you improve your writing skills over time.

Question 5: How can I overcome my fear of speaking English in public?

Fear of speaking in public is common for many language learners, but it doesn't have to hold you back. With some practice and a few helpful strategies, you can overcome your anxiety and speak English confidently in front of others.

First, start small. Practice speaking English in low-pressure situations, like with a friend or family member or in a language exchange group. This will help you build your confidence and get used to speaking in English without feeling self-conscious.

Next, focus on your mindset. Instead of worrying about making mistakes or being judged, try to focus on the positive aspects of speaking English – like the opportunity to connect with others and learn new things. 

Visualization techniques can also be helpful – try imagining yourself speaking confidently in front of others, and visualize yourself succeeding.

Finally, remember that practice makes perfect. The more you speak English in public, the more comfortable you'll become. Don't be afraid to make mistakes or ask for help – everyone has to start somewhere.

In conclusion, learning English can be a challenging but rewarding experience. By focusing on your strengths, practising regularly, and using the right tools and strategies, you can become a confident and fluent speaker of English in no time. So don't give up – keep learning, keep practising, and you'll get there!

[damonalbarnsgf]

how much percentage are you averaging out from the term 1 boards?

Being fairly optimistic but Ninety-Seven I think

[ayuki-ikuya]

Dorms and Archons

Twisted Wonderland x Genshin Impact

Part 2 of 2

Part 1

Dendro Archon

The Recluse Scholar

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

Kalim was excited to have a new friend! Oh the parties they'd have! The fun! The food!

When he met you, you were... distant. Did he do something wrong? Did he upset you?

He really did try to find out what he did wrong, and often sent you invitations (Malleus eyeing the invitations) you some of the parties he makes, but you don't show up nor reply, making him sadden.

Jamil low key face palming

During a normal sunny day at school, he and Jamil headed to the library to grab some books, and during the process, he found you, tucked in a corner with mountains, upon mountains of books around you, and you? You were reading.

"Ah? S/o??"

"HEEEEK!!!!"

he startled you so badly that plants from outside grew. which of course caused a commotion.

Kalim apologised for startling you, but he asked a question about your attendance, your reply was to fiddle with your sleeves before answering with a small voice that you were afraid of people despite being a deity.

Kalim immedietly thought of Idia, but he crossed the line of no return, but Kalim smiled warmly, held your hand, making you choke, and said a more softer voice that he'd throw a smaller party, just the three of them. (Don't tell me you forgot Jamil, HE MAKES THE DANG FOOD)

You accepted.

Several parties later, you two were unsurprisingly in love with each other that the students of NRC were rolling their eyes at the moments the two shared. COULD YOU TWO DATE ALREADY!?!?

When you two started dating, Kalim made a celebration, but kept you in a more secluded section, that way you could be apart of it, but not near a large crowd of people. And you were thankful for it.

As a couple, Kalim practically adores you. And he's super affectionate too! Jalim is glad to have someone more tameable and it also makes it easier to locate Kalim if he ever goes off by himself.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

He thought nothing of you at first.

Until you had full scores on everything.

He had requested you to help with Scarabia's studying, in offer of full meals, which you complied with due to living in a run down dorm and doesn't have a lot of money to support themselves with.

However, the study group went wrong due to the amount of people.

Jamil then figured that you didn't work too well with large numbers of people, and he found that you were slightly dependent on him when it comes to speaking.

He ended up planning smaller groups, working on those who had the worst grades then up.

And thanks to you, their dorm gradually got better.

Jamil spent time with you whenever he was free from following Kalim, and he was fairly fond of you.

You were soft, very soft, but highly reliable in terms of knowledge. So he'd often vent to you which is surprising.

But your presence and advice helped him grow better.

Jamil fell for you when he found you smiling at a Scarabia student showing you their improved grade, you looked like a warm hearted maternal parent, and his heart skipped at the sight.

When you two began dating, it was a bit rocky due to Jamil's family duty to serve the Al-Asim family. But Kalim was very kind to allow Jamil more free time, in exchange that he brings you over for more study parties!

You figured since Kalim wasn't fond of studying and more for partying, that you'd make a study party which improved Kalim's grade by ten folds. Jalim practically wept tears that the seven sent him this angel.

Geo Archon

The Consultant

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻��𝓽𝓽𝓸

Azul was greedy for the power you possibly possess. and your money.

Azul underestimated you since he witnessed your lack of brains in terms of money. You forget about having your wallet on you, and whenever someone offers to pay for you, you attempt to buy everything without a single thought.

This was going to be an easy contract, Azul thought. They're an idiot, Azul thought. They can't complete this contract, Azul thought.

"I've completed my end of the contract. Now you must do yours."

"Huh? Nani?"

Azul was stupefied by this, he whipped his head towards the Leech twins, both begrudgingly nodding their heads in confirmation at the archon completing their conditions of the contract.

Azul had tried to change the details of the contract, you of course allowed it the first time.

But when you returned with the conditions once again completed, Azul tried to add more.

However, you weren't having it.

You stood up and leaned down to Azul, towering over him. A sudden pressure weighed the three mercreatures, it was heavy and foreboding. Your eyes glowed a gold with the amber ombre in your hair glowing gold as well.

"I was lenient to allow you the first time. Either fulfill your end of the deal or break the contract. But if you break the contract, you will suffer the wrath of the rock."

Azul was terrified.

When Azul fell for you, he questioned himself. How in the seven did he fall for a person like YOU!? He will never remember how, but all he knows is that he's in waaay to deep.

When you two became a couple, you were far more charasmatic and charming than before, it was like it was turned up a notch. Or two. or more...

The contract loving couple have been making more money than ever thanks to the Geo Archon, the avatar of contracts. It's either fill the conditions or suffer the wrath of the rock. Or just, don't make a contract. Simple.

But then we got the one brain cell trio doing their dumb sh**.

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Oya?

What an intriguing being.

Jade was the first to be interested in you. But he couldn't exactly find you that well since you practically mixed with the crowd a little too well than he'd like. [Bro, Zhongli and Venti has statues of themselves around Liyue and Mondstaft, AND NO ONE MANAGES TO THINK "hmmm.. You know, he looks like one that statue there.. Wait a minute-" LIKE, SRSLY!!! Venti is more obvious, I can understand Zhongli since he wears more funeral consultant clothing, but he still somehow blends in with the crowd. Unlike a Lil wind spirit.]

But when the moment came where you made a contract, Jade was more than happy to hinder you, only for you to complete the conditions before he could figure out your plan.

"... What?"

["OSMANTHUS WI-"]

After that fiasco with you giving a very large heavy warning, Jade was by your side whenever he wasn't with Floyd, questioning your knowledge, in which you were more than happy enough to comply.

Jade fell for you when you showed how competent you were unlike the other miserable guppies in school. Sure you had a few problems, but nothing with a little Jade there and everything is perfect. He also favored your knowledge, specially about fungi.

When you two became a couple, it was.. Strange to say, a air headed but scary consultant with a sadistically calm eelman? That's ringing bells for everyone.

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Floyd had zero, zip, non, 100% no interest in you. Why? You looks, sound and seem boring. And he stand corrected.

it was later when you completed the conditions, which, not gonna lie, spooked Floyd.

"Hah?"

Later, he began to go after you like he did with Goldfish (Riddle), and when he tried to squeeze you, he found himself squeezing a shield instead.

He found himself utterly thrilled and had did several attempts at you, which failed.

His interest in you and your abilities heightened.

Then your relationship bloomed.

It was hard to say if it was romantic or platonic, but either way, Floyd was perfectly happy. Happy to have a partner who continues to show things or tell him things about their world.

As long as Floyd kept out of trouble and/or content, Jade and Azul didn't say question their relationship.

Pyro Archon

The Warlord

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? What are you doing? Get out.

Leona didn't care for you, not one single bit. Until you messed with his sleep schedule due to your chaoticness.

Whenever your around, you just bring trouble with you. And he doesn't like it one bit.

And when you bring trouble, you bring noise.

Which officially ruins his nap times.

However, Leona praises and respects your prowess in battle. You always gave it your all, which he liked. You weren't holding back, which allowed him to gauge how powerful you were as a deity with or without your element.

As it turns out, you're stronger than what you make yourself out to be, but what catches Leona's attention the most, was how calculating you were. It was as if you were analyzing him

To be honest, he felt violated.

At most times, you're energetic, but when your quiet or serious, it's either pack your sh** and leave or get out of their way.

Because when your either if those, you will either send someone to the nurse with severe casualties or some of the schools property will be destroyed. And of course, there is a justified reason for this.

Other than to make Crowley very upset of course.

Leona fell for you with your strength. He loves a woman who can lead and he could just relax. Unless it comes to some other type of leadership, like in the bedroom, then that will change. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

These two are dangerous as a couple when Leona's awake and active. And when Leona's on the move, expect a gremlin to be tailing after him, and be sure to clear out of their way. Mercy didn't in their vocabulary.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Huh? Do I know you? No? Goodbye.

Ruggie, quite literally, didn't give a rats ass about you.

To him, you were like any other beast man, rowdy and rough, other than your form that is.

But thankfully, you knew how to take care of yourself. Less work for Ruggie. I guess.

Not only that you knew how to cook. That was a god sent gift to Ruggie. Sadly though, you only know how to make mostly meat dishes. If it contains vegetables, expect the veggies to be over seasoned.

Leona was scared when he saw you in the kitchen, only to calm down seeing you being calm and not rowdy.

Ruggie fell for your cooking. He is literally the term "To get to a mans heart, you go through their stomach". although you should work on cooking vegetables better for a more healthier lifestyle.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Strong? Strong.

You two are 100% besties.

You two are glued to the hip whenever you guys are free or share classes.

You both like to exercise and spar, so you two mostly go for each other.

To say the least, Jack mostly saw you as a sibling. Sorry, no romance.

Jack often scolds you for not eating more vegetables.

Which makes you pout and huff.

Cute lil tyke - Leona

Hydro Archon

The Judge

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Nice, another rule setter like me. We're gonna be great friends.

"Explain why two cubes of sugar should be in a lemon tea? It's blasphemy."

I see you have chosen violence 😌

Riddle at first liked you, until you learned about the rules of the Queen of Hearts, did he start to hate you.

"BE QUIET OR IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

He loathed you.

He thought that since your a judge, you'd understand the rules, much like him. But no, you judged the rules as well, evaluating if they are fair or not.

Whenever you call out on the rules that appeared ridiculously stupid to have (like the two sugar cubes in lemon tea. That's bs to you.)

After the overblot, you were more nicer when he changed.

He stand corrected.

But he didn't mind it, he low key enjoyed arguing with you, without him screaming at you of course.

You two as a couple sends fear in everyone. A judge and a tyrant? That's a deadly combo.

𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

Trey had taken a liking to you, seeing how similar you are to Riddle.

He enjoyed answering your questions about rules, but if there were rules he can't remember, he'd look at them with you to not only answer your question, but to commit them to memory in case.

What he's scared of is when you give trials regarding about incidents. Riddle would present his case then the 'innocent' or innocent would present theirs.

If the person is guilty, you ensure punishment, because like Riddle, you detest rule breakers unless in reason. You didn't mind them bending the rules as long as it doesn't break.

Trey is envious of your abilities, but you reassure him the his Doodle Suit is superior if you can use it against others magic.

You often praised him as well.

You admitted to thinking about a scenario of if Trey was born in Tevyat, he'd receive a hydro vision.

He flushed in response, secretly happy to have caught your attention.

You two as a couple puts everyone, minus Riddle because it's you, at ease.

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭

#ohmyseveniminlove #calltheambulance #loveatfirstsight #goddescendingfromheaven #pinchme #PLSNOTICEMEANDLOVEME #foryoupage

He practically fell for you.

To him, you were perfect.

"You have flaws? I only see perfection!"

He's a smooth talker, albeit feminine due to having a lot of sisters, but smooth nonetheless.

He's a simp for you, willing to use his unique magic to do anything and everything for you.

Literally fell at first sight of you.

As a couple, Cater often takes couple photos with you, at first you were content with the pictures, but at this point they kinda peeved her when he takes pictures on every occasion.

"Smiiiile~"

"Cater, I love you, but please, stop."

"If you give me a kiss I might~"

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

You're his role model.

Literally the Geno to your Saitama.

He carries a notebook with him to take notes on you since he strives to be like you. A model being.

Even if he looks smart, he still has a split braincell between Ace and Grim.

Don't hold it against him if he's trying to know almost EVERYTHING about you.

More platonic than romantic.

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Complete opposites.

And completely disliked each other.

You rubbed him the wrong way, maybe it was because you were more justified than him, better at things than he was.

He didn't know what, it was just you being better than him. He understands he's not smart, because he foes dumb sh** with the other two.

But whenever you have to deal with their messes on their own, he feels irritated.

He often tries to get after you as well.

"Oh wow, such a god you are. Pathetic."

*cue angry archon noises with an 8 feet tall wave behind them, ready to flood Ace's ass.*

Yeah, your relationship is very... Rocky and slightly concerning.

Here's part 2! I'm happy that you read this! I will have a link to the first part after connecting the links to certain parts. Feel free to request or refer to the main master list pinned on my blog if you wish to see other choices to make! Happy reading!

[notquiteaghost]

congrats on making a public inquiry on a line of interest situated in the middle of a venn diagram of like four things i've been thinking about a lot lately, your prize is this ask that is so long that in the time spent writing it and checking info someone less annoying may have directed you to some of it! this is all like easy enough to google but just in case it feels less uuhh to have someone with an approximate knowledge on some things offer you some pointers: here are some pointers

(i AM ALSO a thousands of CD's type of guy, but i've not done any big digital management of them since the last time i was regularly using ipods in the 2000s, n i am kinda Prepping for big digital management around my current standing main hyperfixation (participants of a season of an old korean idol reality competition show, a collection of Too Many Gotdamn People who have made Too Much Gotdamn Music) but i don't actually currently own a lot of the physical media there, so none of this are pointer from like. oh here is a workflow i am using etc, but)

answers to your two questions are 1) file sizes really depend on lots of factors but rule of thumb is that in a collection of 'normal song' mp3 file size averages out to 5-7MB a song, and a 3-4min mp3 file being >10MB is surprising

and 2) re: storage prices, 1TB (~1,000,000MB, so probably ~166,666MB 3min mp3's) in external harddrive will run at about £50 in western digital brands atm (western digital is what i've been occasionally looking at for my data management thing bc i've seen it mentioned specifically as more reliable than seagate, which i have had issues with; anecdotally, my mum's WD elements has lasted her about a year longer than her seagates kick the bucket). prices atm on curry's stack up at £80 for 2TB, £108 for 4TB, £180 for 8TB

refurbished is an option when it's 'rectified' and sold by the company itself; for WD, those prices atm stack up at £30 for 1TB, £35 for 2TB, £55-60 for 4TB (their page for these are https://www.westerndigital.com/en-gb/products/recertified) (i do not know enough about this area and would wanna look up specific reviews on a company's rectifying track record before purchasing myself, so obv do the same)

answers to questions you DID NOT ask but may have later on if you do set out on the CD Digitization Project that i have answered preemptively bc i am ANNOYING:

tagging music with correct info is often the most time-consuming part of this shit, so a tagger is your friend. the musicbrainz database should have a lot of stuff covered, so their tagger picard might well do (https://picard.musicbrainz.org/, also has some good plugins for like formating multi-disc albums etc if you wanna scan through those), but tagscanner (https://www.xdlab.ru/en/index.htm) can also pull from discogs if needed, though you may still need a discogs account + to make an api key do use that

i was like. spike will probably appreciate it if i provided ways in which their dad could still be autistic about music in a digital format, but i'm having a hard time pulling up music players that meet my vision / make it clear if they do re: you can see cd booklet, and also this info seems to not typically be in databases. i'll carry on looking for players in this area bc i ALSO want this, but suggested desktop windows players other than windows media player / grooveshark / vlc (which are all fine, but imo none are the most intuitive for regular heavy listening) are my best friend foobar2000 (https://www.foobar2000.org/, also has a tagger that pulls from musicbrainz and maybe discogs?), musicbee (https://getmusicbee.com/, tagger plugins available), and aimp (https://www.aimp.ru/); deadbeef (https://deadbeef.sourceforge.io/) is created more to get your hands into with the technical stuff, but it's got custom metadata fields. really after you've looked to see if you think your dad would want a particular feature, unless space is a major consideration then it is just well what looks nicest.

file backup! backblaze (https://www.backblaze.com/) allows an external hard drive to be added in an image backup of a machine, which is the only good way to do a (pseudo-)sync backup without paying for cloud subscription or setting up a NAS etc; at $70/year it is obviously A Cost but way less than premium cloud drive subscription, so if it feels useful to know,

if the NAS mention / video at the end of that post wrt turning an old computer or laptop into a media server (so thing that is plugged into a wall that has files on it + a media player --> other computers / phones / etc on the same network (which can be outside the home too) can connect to that player and files) was interesting lmk bc i've also been looking into that a lot mostly as like, storage nerd aspirations, it's just a whole other thing that's irrelevant if you're more interested in just bunging stuff on an external drive (i've send this as an ask with the intent for you to keep it On File, so sent me another or a dm to lmk!)

you are not at ALL annoying you are a godsend!!!!

the thing abt my father is he is actually better at tech stuff than me (he ran his school's website & also michael's website, in the 00s, when that meant he built them from scratch) (he's still a little bitter abt his school outsourcing their website to whatever service every school uses nowadays. he used to add little falling snowflakes in the winter n april fools jokes n such), so yes i was very much anticipating saying to him like. find a backup storage method you like and i will do the legwork of actually ripping n sorting everything

i did NOT know taggers even existed but holy shit yes i will definitely need one. i do not anticipate him ever actually getting rid of his physical copies – smth he has already done is buy a ton of plastic wallets n move the CDs & booklets into them so instead of ur standard plastic jewel case taking up all that space it's effectively as thin as the actual CD – & also he no longer has a computer (i do not get this decision either. he just uses his phone????) so i doubt he'll need music player software. my thought is really 'he needs backups spare CDs and a CD writer so if any die they can be replaced'

however i will definitely look into the music player software, and maybe also forward this info to my brother (if it's even news to him, he's the kind of music autistic who has a £200 pair of headphones). thank you SO much <3

edit: just saw ur second ask n shdgdhd yeah i am gonna bookmark this post, my askbox is a pit things vanish into forever

[ariadne-does-her-best]

Love in G Major

Dick Grayson x Reader One-Shot; Soulmate!Au

Word Count: 2,500+

Warnings: Kidnapping but nothing graphic happens

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my first time posting a fic so characters may be a little OOC. Please let me know if you guys liked this and if you want to, feel free to send a request! Also, I might make a series of Soulmate! Aus since I have a good idea for Jasons thought out. xo, Ariadne

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, you’re one of the lucky ones to receive a physical sign of your soulmate in the form of a timer counting down to when you’ll meet. But after being kidnapped by the Riddler, hours before you’re supposed to meet them, you can only pray that the Riddler of all people isn’t your soulmate.

Five hours.

You swayed to the rich sound of your cello, eyes closed, as you shifted your hand down into fourth position. You rested for a beat before going down bow, still doing vibrato even after the piece was done. The audience waited for a sign that you were done with the piece, be it that your hand stopped moving or you physically stood up and told them to clap. Instead, you opened your eyes and smiled as the diners took their cue to start clapping before inclining your head in thanks as you waited for the applause to die down.

It was a normal Saturday at the small but expensive Italian restaurant you performed at. You weren’t supposed to be there since you had requested to take today off but the owner had still put you down to play during half of the two-hour live performance time slot. At the end of the day, money was money and who were you to ever say no to the thousands you always received in tips. After all, you could only think about the new bow you could buy with the money. Which would lead to you sounding better, getting more gigs, and making more money. The process was like a cycle, really.

After the applause stopped and those who were up putting money in your jar had sat down in their seats, you sat back down and started playing Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1, Prelude. You could hear the pianist who was supposed to take over for the rest of the night setting up, his hands flipping through his many copies of sheet music.

Aside from the sounds of cutlery and the wisps of conversation, there was not much noise other than the smooth sound of your cello. But even if there were no noises, something still bothered you.

At first, it wasn’t that bad. You could feel someone staring at you, which was normal since you were performing on a stage with your whole being on display, but it was longer and more intense than normal. Letting your eyes wander around the crowded restaurant, your eyes locked onto a pair of green eyes. You smiled slightly at the young girl before wincing as the slight burning of your wrist got worse. You continued playing, closing your eyes as you tried to ignore the burning of your timer. Your soulmate timer.

You were one of the lucky individuals who had a visible connection to their soulmate. Instead of feeling a spark whenever you touch your soulmate, like your neighbors do, or being able to finally see color when you touch your soulmate, like your parents, you were one of the few lucky ones who could count down to the precise moment when you would meet your soulmate. And that was exactly what you did. When you were thirteen and your parents had explained your soulmate mark to you, the first thing you did was calculate when you would meet your soulmate according to your timer and write it down in your diary.

It was impossible for you to ignore the burning on your wrist, impossible for you to not grin as you played. But your grin was wiped off when you heard glass shatter and a scream.

Four hours.

You had no idea where you were but judging by the smell of the place and the fact that two men wearing green suits with question marks were staring at you, you were not at the restaurant.

‘At least I still have my cello,’ you thought as you pulled against the ropes that tied you against a pillar. The henchmen were talking between themselves as they approached the pillar where you were tied. They started untying you from the pillar and you took this opportunity to suddenly stand up and run.

You heard one of the henchmen curse but you ran in random zigzag lines towards where the door was. It was weird that the henchmen didn’t shoot at you or even attempt to stop you. But you ignored the niggling in the back of your mind. Wrenching the door open, you looked back at where your cello lay and turned back around to walk towards your freedom.

Except it wasn’t your freedom, it was the Riddler in his forest green suit and bowler combo. A rather tacky-looking combo in your opinion but hey, you weren’t going to be the one to break the news to a murderous criminal. He looked up at your sudden entrance and smiled.

“Here she is,” he said, yanking you into the room where the guests of the restaurant were tied onto the seats of an auditorium. You shivered as the cold air hit you and you looked around the room, taking in the TV production set up and the large stage that covered up more than half of the room there.

The Riddler dragged you up onto the stage, and you couldn’t help but wince as the harsh lights burned your eyes.

“What am I doing on stage,” you asked the Riddler as you covered your eyes with your hands. The Riddler’s smile became somehow larger, looking rather comical for a second before becoming more uncomfortable to look at. “Riddle me this,” the Riddler started as he pushed you down onto a chair, “what is it that cannot open any locks and yet has 24 keys?”

Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you rubbed at your wrist, the burning sensation somehow getting worse.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled as a minute passed.

“Well, if you don’t know, why don’t we give you a little motivation to figure out the right answer?”

And with that, the Riddler drew out a gun and pointed it at the closest person seated at the stage, the pianist. At this point, you could hear the sobs wracking through his body and you thought about his elderly parents who depended on him to pay for their surgeries. You don’t know how you could live with his blood on your hands.

“Wait, I have the answer,” you cried out, reaching out to grab the Riddler’s elbow but stopping. Something told you that that wouldn’t be a good idea and he might take that opportunity to shoot you.

“Well, do go on.”

“It’s music,” you said, staring at the deranged man’s face. He broke into peals of laughter, clapping his hands, as he tried to settle himself. It was unnerving how he could flip the switch easily from being a man ready to kill another to laughing as if you were the funniest person on Earth.

“That’s correct. And with that, let us start the games.”

Three hours.

After asking you his initial riddle, the Riddler had quickly set up a broadcast to be shown to all of Gotham, using the footage that one of his henchmen had taken of him questioning you as the intro.

“Batman, I have two riddles for you,” he said, addressing the camera. If you weren’t stuck on stage with two guns pointed at you as you tuned a somewhat cheap cello, you would have sighed. Why couldn’t he also include picture puzzles or something else for once? But you were stuck on stage so you just carefully tuned the instrument, hoping that none of the guards took your movement as you tuned as a sign of your sad attempt at running away.

“There are as many constellations in the sky as there are keys in a piano. What number am I? There you will find the answer to, ‘What is it that makes songs but you will never hear it sing?’ You have an hour to find them before I start playing my little game.”

As if that's your cue, one of the gunmen poked your back and you tensed, surprised by how cold the metal was through your sweater. You quickly quit your tuning and started playing the op. 88, hoping that maybe Batman or Robin would recognize it. It would probably be difficult for them to recognize since they probably weren’t as necessarily as interested in music as you were. And if they were, it’d probably be a little difficult to hear and piece together the piece since you were playing more stiffly than your usual languid movements.

You just hoped that they could understand the Riddler’s riddle and show up to save the night.

Two hours.

An hour has passed of you sitting in your seat playing your cello. Your butt was stiff from the hard chair, your back hurt from your stiff posture, and your wrist was burning pretty badly. At the thought of your wrist, your mind recoiled slightly. What if your soulmate was one of the Riddler’s henchmen? Or the Riddler himself? The thought of it made you want to puke.

“Well Gotham,” the Riddler said, standing in front of the mic as he paused to look dramatically at the camera. “Batman still hasn’t arrived yet so I will be starting my game. And today we have a very special guest that will be playing with me.”

At this, the goons started applauding and you heard a child in the audience cry even louder.

“Our special guest is the one and only (Y/N) (L/N) who has been playing such lovely music for us during our broadcast.”

You sat in your chair, music forgotten as another stage light shone on you.

“Now come on (Y/N), don’t be shy. I know that I’m somewhat of a local celebrity but I don’t bite.”

You shivered under the Riddler’s gaze and got up, trying your best not to stumble as you walked towards him. Your breathing was labored now and the closer you got to the Riddler, the more you felt like you were going to faint.

“(Y/N) here is going to play a simple game. She’s going to play a song that shows up in the cards,” he held up a large stack of index cards and fanned them out on the podium. The crying from the audience became even louder, with ‘Please, no’s mixed in. You turned to watch the small girl from the restaurant being dragged onto the stage, the bright lights highlighting the tears running down her face.

“And if (Y/N) here cannot play the song or if she plays even a single note or rhythm incorrectly, little Bella here will be dunked into this vat of water. For each mistake, she will be kept there for thirty seconds longer.”

You watched in horror as the girl was dragged towards what looked like a giant hole in the ground filled with water. She struggled against her restraints as she cried, her bleary eyes focused on something over your shoulder. You looked over in the corner of your eye and saw the familiar red and yellow of Robin.

As you turned around to shake the Riddler’s hand in acceptance of the rules, you curled your hand in a fist.

“Let the game begin,” he shouted, smiling at the camera before he went to choose a card.

“I’m sorry but we’re going to have to change the rules,” you said before pulling back your fist and punching him in the jaw.

One hour.

You were hiding in the corner of the stage, hidden by the curtains as you tried to untie Bella. The poor girl was trying to hold her sobs in but some still escaped, sounding misplaced in the sounds of Batman and Robin beating the Riddler & co. into oblivion.

You shushed her and tried to twist the rope and push it through the knot when a birdarang flew through the gap of the curtains and sliced your cheek along with the stray strands of hair nearby before hitting the wood paneling behind you. You ignored the blood that was slowly dripping down your face before grabbing the birdarang. You probably grabbed it wrong since it cut the palm of your hand, making you curse under your breath as you started sawing through the multiple knots in the ropes around Bella’s hands and feet.

Once she was free, the little girl tried to get up and run but you grabbed her, putting a finger up to your mouth and cupping a hand behind your ear, whispering “listen.”

You both sat there, listening to the sounds of Robin giggling as he punched someone. You furrowed your brow at that, wondering who exactly was the boy crazy enough to dress up as a traffic signal and fight crime with an equally weird man dressed as a bat.

You slowly started standing up once the sounds of Robin’s laughter had receded before holding a hand out to Bella. The young girl grabbed your hand and you both started edging your way off of the stage area where the fighting was taking place and towards her parents. Batman and Robin were tying people up when you finally found Bella’s father, the sound of the GCPD’s sirens in the background becoming louder and louder as they came closer.

As you and the other hostages made your way out, making sure to jump across the dock to the other side so you don’t fall into the disgusting water down below, you felt someone grab your wrist. You turned and smiled at Bella’s father.

“Why don’t you go and seek some medical assistance?”

“I will sir,” you replied before making your way to the paramedics, letting them fuss over your cuts. You could see Batman speaking to Commissioner Gordon but you couldn’t see Robin near them.

“I think you have something of mine,” Robin said with a grin as he held his hand towards you. You were surprised to see him in front of you but you smiled at him confused.

“I don’t know what you’re…,” you trailed off when you looked down to where he was pointing to see that you were still holding his birdarang.

“Oh. Well, I don’t know… maybe I should keep it. Something to remind me of this day,” you teased as you held up the birdarang so it was eye-level.

“Alright, you can keep it. Just don’t tell Batsie,” he said with a wink, causing you to giggle. “I’m sorry for cutting you.”

“It’s fine,” you said, wincing as the burning on your wrist became worse. Robin also gave out a hiss of pain at the same time as you, causing you to both stare at each other. You reached your hand out towards him slowly, letting your hands ghost over his cheekbones slightly when you felt the telltale cooling sensation of your wrist.

“Let’s go talk somewhere else,” he said, and you nodded, following behind him to an empty alleyway.

“Let me introduce myself again,” he started taking off his mask, “I’m Dick Grayson.”

You were met with the most beautiful pair of lilac-blue eyes, causing you to catch your breath in the back of your throat.

“And I’m (Y/N).”

“Why don’t we get out of here and get to know each other better, princess?”

“I would like that, love bird.”

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

ALL 40 BAYBEE!!!!! GIMME SUM ANSWERS

5) Share one of your strengths.

Being,,, prolific?? ?????? ??? ???????????

6) Share one of your weaknesses.

My own mind. No really I'm basically my own worst enemy because I'm too much of a perfectionist and hate myself and mess myself up.

7) Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Stars are the many, many eyes left behind of the Old Gods.

Arya heard this before. She's heard that the stars are the last of the Weeping Lady's tears. They are the eternally bleeding wounds of the Great Shepard according to the Dothraki. They are the drops of poison given to Baelor the Beloved as he laid asleep. They are the immortal sparks of R'hallor's breath. Arya believes the stars are nothing. They exist in a chasm of darkness and death, and no-one is meant to understand why.

Evermore (T, Arya Stark & Sansa Stark, Game of Thrones, 1179 words)

I HAD A LOT OF FUN GOING THROUGH WESTOROS MYTHOLOGY AND TALES IN HISTORY TO MAKE THAT PART. AND THEN WRITING OUT ARYA'S THOUGHTS ABOUT THAT.

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

"I liked this shirt, you know," Will complains faintly.

Behind him, one of the car-windows rattle. A badly burned hand emerges from the smoke, clawing helplessly.

"We will find you another," Hannibal tells him, disregarding the murderer's intense, gagging screams.

"That's not the point."

"You're holding on needlessly to the limited value of your material possessions, Will. That's not like you." Hannibal lightly clucks his tongue as if disapproving, approaching him and thumbing down Will's jaw. He's warm and wet, and glorious. He's evolving.

"Says the man who buys Patek Philippe wristwatches," Will retorts softly. "For his own pleasure."

The corner of Hannibal's mouth smirks.

"And what kind of pleasure exists within your mind's eye right now, Will?"

"Ripping out your jugular vein with my teeth," Will murmurs, stroking his lambskin-gloved thumb against Hannibal's neck.

"I would be honored."

The Crescendo Of Dying Screams (M, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal (TV), 908 words)

THIS IS JUST FUN!!! THEY WERE FUN TO WRITE FOR AGAIN AND I HAVE NOT WRITTEN FOR HANNIGRAM IN A WHILE!!

13) What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Even if you think it sucks,,,, write it down anyway and then fix it later. The important part is to write and start writing.

14) What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Thankfully,,, I don't think I've come across any yet.

15) If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

I would love to see Perambulate (G, Princess Bubblegum/Marceline & Prince Gumball/Marshall Lee, Adventure Time, 1358 words) done in a comic at least because I NEED THESE TWO CANON COUPLES TO MEET AND BE SILLY. CANON WLW AND MLM.

16) If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

NOT REALISTIC. I DO NOT FUNCTION LIKE THAT

17) Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I start out from beginning to ending but sometimes I gotta skip around to keep it going if I get stuck.

18) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

*shrugs*

19) Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

It's probably a little moth trapped in a jar and beating itself senselessly against the glass, but it kind of enjoys it??

20) Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Wrapped in a blanket, alone in my room with headphones and music blasting, with a large water bottle and a little bit of chocolate.

21) How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Depends really! Sometimes I'll go through and correct once, and sometimes I will go through like 14 times in one day!

24) Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

I have! I will upload it again sometime but like,,,,, the person I had made it for in an AO3 fest basically fucked off and me removing it was me going "nah fuck this,,,, it ain't yours anymore!!!"

27) How do you feel about collaborations?

I have done them! I think they're nice! I do not like long term collaboration projects but for a oneshot, yes!

28) Share your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@glove23 - I look up to this fic writer so much! They have been battling depression and anxiety, and the complexities of their ADHD, for such a long time and whenever they post something,,, I get so excited! I'm really proud of them! It's hard enough for me to write on a bad mental health day, and I know the struggle they go through, and it's INCREDIBLE to see what they can do! They have been writing since they were young and it really shows how much they love writing and how hard they work on getting the characterization and dialogue to be spot on! Obsessed with their work! (AO3)

@not-so-mundane-after-all-97 - What a powerhouse! Incredible writing and fantastic handling of how she structures plot! Constantly in awe of the ideas she has and when they are well-executed (and they are all of the time)! If you are a fan of Will/Lyra from HDM, this is the person to go to for quality! I promise! (AO3)

other writers I really like are @spookywitchnerd24, @theschubita, @anxiouss-princess, @asajjvxntress, @kingburu, @rapha-writes

29) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

ngl I really wanna do the "they get back from horse riding and Aleksander refuses to leave Alina's side while she's getting healed" sequel to you are too well tangled in my soul by @glove23

31) Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

Meh. It depends on the thing I'm writing.

32) How do you feel about smut?

I write it all of the time and read it all of the time. I don't think it's a big deal at all. I respect that it's uncomfy for a lot of people

33) How do you feel about crack?

It's fun! And it can be done well! I saw more crack fic being done back in,,,, like the early 00s and now I don't see it as much,,,,, sad

34) What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

You know what,,, I was just discussing the psychology of why noncon fic is so popular on AO3 (and I have written it before and to my surprise IT GETS THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF VIEWS) and,,, I think the key components to answering this question is understanding that 1) AO3 allows noncon fic to exist therefore it's a dumping ground and 2) rape culture is so embedded into US-centric society especially and 3) there's a lot of traumatized people on AO3 and likely creating noncon to process what happened to them and 4) it's a taboo subject and humanity has been drawn to and obsessed with what is taboo since forever,,,, and tbh the taboo is fascinating to me! It does draw me in! I have written for it and I've read it, and I think it's important to ask questions and examine why we do this!

35) Would you ever kill off a canon character?

HELL YEAH. ABSOLUTELY. I HAVE DONE IT BEFORE AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!! I prefer more "oh my god they're dead--OH! now they're alive! yayyyyy!" over permanent character death

36) Which is your favorite site to post fic?

AO3. AO3 is queen. I'm not gonna badmouth FFN and Wattpad in terms of people who go there because that's your business however FFN and Wattpad are largely restrictive and mainstream corporate owned areas of interest that don't give a single shit about their users.

38) Talk about a review that made your day.

Whenever my writer friends comment on my fic,,, I literally get emotional. Like those are my favorite comments to see :)

39) Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

BE SAD FOR HALF A SECOND AND THEN FIGHT.

[spaceskam]

From A Whisper To A Scream (1/10)

(if the beginning looks familar, it’s because I posted the first 1k before I realized I was going to make it a full story)

ao3

The viola stayed under Alex's chin even as his bow slowed and his fingers fell limp against the neck.

Maria kicked him to tell him he was fucking up, but he couldn't fix it. He was far too busy watching as Michael Guerin, quarterback of the football team who was being scouted by five different universities, slipped into the band room with a note in his hand. He had that award-winning smile on his face as he strolled towards Mr. Richard. Alex couldn't take his eyes off him; he never could.

Two months ago, he'd been assigned to tutor Michael Guerin because he was failing English. He'd been annoyed at first. While everyone else found him charming, Alex found him annoying, arrogant, and chronically heterosexual at best. However, two conversations with him later, he discovered he was a goddamn math genius and he wasn't actually bad at English either, he just didn't put in the effort. Alex had just made himself a personal pest rather than a tutor, breathing over his shoulder until he did his work. That hovering turned into something a tad unexpected...

"Alex," Mr. Richard said, not stopping as he waved the paper in the air, "Mrs. Doyle needs you, bring your bag."

Alex nodded, ignoring Maria's confused look as he quickly packed up his viola and headed towards the door of the band room. Michael was leaning against the wall beside the door, flashing that mischievous grin.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble," he teased, speed walking down the concrete pathway that led to the virtually abandoned old gym that was only used during volleyball season. Michael had swiped his coach's key and made a copy, letting both of them inside.

"You can't just take me out of class whenever you're bored," Alex scolded, following him through the dimly lit gym towards the locker room without question. As much as those butterflies in his stomach were going crazy, he never let that show. It was easier to pretend he didn't really give a shit about him if he acted like it at all times.

"Who said I was bored? You can't make assumptions like that, Manes," Michael said, still grinning wildly as he unlocked the office that was used as storage more than anything. There were stacks of extra chairs and two old desks.

"I'm not making assumptions, I know you," he said, carefully putting down his case and his bag, "But seriously, our concert is in a month and I have a solo."

"Ooh, violin solo? Look at you," Michael teased. Alex rolled his eyes, standing up and looking at Michael who was waiting patiently for him with his hands behind his back.

"Viola," he corrected. Michael shrugged like the difference didn't matter, rolling from his heels to his toes and then back again. Alex stared at him blankly. "So what’s so important that you couldn't wait until after class?"

Michael's grin became entirely childish as he took a step closer. Alex leaned his hands back on one of the desks, lifting himself to sit on it easily.

"I had a dream about you last night," Michael said. Alex raised a lazy eyebrow despite his genuine interest.

Whatever they did wasn't real. It was something Alex had found to be very useful for bribery whenever Michael needed to do homework or a stress relief tactic, all born out of Michael's innocent questioning if the rumors about Alex were true. Alex was nothing more than a step in Michael's coming out process. But that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with it.

"You were in that sexy little concert uniform, playing me a song, kept me distracted all day," Michael said. Alex furrowed his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about? My black slacks and white button-up? That's not sexy," Alex said. Michael bit down on his lip, eyes scanning over him anyway.

"Don't forget the bowtie," Michael breathed, taking another step closer, "Can I touch you?"

"Depends," Alex said, watching Michael snap his eyes up to meet his to wait for the permission he needed, "Did you finish that book report that's due tomorrow?"

"Yes," Michael answered.

"Mhm, what was it about?" Alex asked. Michael gave a soft sigh of disbelief, his shoulders dropping.

"Really, Alex?" Alex didn't budge. "It was about the roles the different women in Okonkwo's life played."

"Length?"

Michael gave a soft, pathetic whine. Alex leaned back against the wall, thighs spread wide, and letting Michael continue to bounce up on his toes.

"1,534 words, double spaced," Michael answered.

"And?"

"And MLA format, c'mon, Alex," he groaned. Alex allowed a small smile and raised his hand, gesturing him forward. Michael broke out in a smile, barrelling forward to fit between his thighs and his lips meeting Alex's.

Alex locked his legs around his hips, holding onto the back of his head as he kissed him without thought. It was slow, deep, deliberate as Michael pressed in as much as he could. Alex leaned his head against the wall, Michael holding his hips at the edge of the desk to keep them close to his.

Touching him made it obvious how pent up with unused energy he was. He didn't have practice this morning, leaving him extra antsy and needing an outlet. Alex started to push off his letterman jacket with one hand, leading his head to the crook of his neck. Michael shook off the jacket and audibly sighed in relief as Alex touched his arm, slipping under the short sleeve.

"That why you couldn't wait?" Alex asked, voice breathy as Michael skillfully kissed and bit at his neck without leaving a mark. He pulled up the bottom of his shirt to touch more of his skin, feeling the way it helped him relax.

"I just," Michael whispered, pausing just for a second to speak as he squeezed Alex's hips, "There's so much fucking chaos in my head, sometimes I just need you to make it shut the fuck up."

"Sex is really that distracting for you?" Alex asked, laughter in his voice. To him, sleeping with people definitely didn't make his brain stop. If anything, it made him think more.

"No," Michael breathed, his face still in Alex's neck, "It's just you."

Alex felt his entire body go rigid and he thought about pushing him away. It felt like he crossed some sort of unspoken line, but he hadn't. Not really. It was just... A lot.

"Dreaming about you was actually kinda nice, sexy outfit aside,” Michael admitted, huffing a laugh, "Woke up feeling well rested for once."

"Um," Alex breathed, swallowing harder than he meant to. He let his legs drop from where they were locked around his hips. "Maybe we should..."

"Nah, I'm good, sorry," Michael said, lifting his head and kissing him again. Alex pushed away his concerns probably a little too effectively, focusing on his lips as he grabbed a handful of his hair.

They kissed and touched until the bell rang. That part was unintentional and they had to be each other's mirror, fixing up each other's hair and their clothes to make sure they looked normal whenever they went to their next class. Alex deliberately avoided eye contact, not ready to face the weird admissions that came up.

"So, uh, you'll come over after you get out of band practice?" Michael clarified before they left.

"Do I need to? I mean, you already finished your paper," Alex pointed out. Michael's eyes flickered over his face.

"Uh, yeah, right, nevermind," Michael said, putting some space between them until his back hit a stack of chairs and he jumped. Alex furrowed his eyebrows. That was easily the least smooth he'd ever seemed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," Michael said firmly, "Sanders is just working late and I had some math homework, but yeah I'm good."

"You're good at math, Guerin," Alex laughed.

"I know," Michael said, a smile slowly coming to his face, "Which is why I said I'm good. Let's go, don't wanna be late."

Alex left first, waiting outside the gym as Michael locked up both the office and the gym. His better judgment told him to put more space between them, let Michael take some space so he could realize whatever he was feeling wasn't real. It'd be gone as soon as he gave it some thought and Alex needed to avoid hurting himself.

But, as Michael locked the gym door and the bell rang telling him he was late for class, Alex didn't budge.

"So, I'll see you after practice?" Alex said. Michael looked at him with wide eyes, but it slowly bled into a sweet smile and he nodded.

Alex headed to class, knowing he was making a mistake and refusing to have any regrets. 

“Why did Mrs. Doyle need you?” Maria asked when he took his seat beside her. He looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Huh?” 

“The art teacher? The one who called you out of class?” Maria filled in, but she soon realized something and her eyes widened, “Wait, you don’t even take art, Alex, what‒”

“Shh, class is starting.” 

He avoided her questioning looks and changed the subject when she tried to bring it up. Eventually he’d probably have to talk about it, but it was much more fun to completely avoid that. He didn’t think he ever wanted people to know he was hooking up with Michael Guerin, at least not while he was in high school. Maybe he’d brag about it in a few years.

After practice, he quickly headed to the car that had been passed down through all of his brothers and started his drive to the back of junkyard where Michael lived in a trailer with Old Man Sanders. Halfway through, his phone started ringing. The only reason he answered it was because of the name across his screen.

“There better be a good reason you’re calling because you interrupted a really good song,” Alex said playfully. His brother’s laugh was clear on the other side of the call, clear enough to tell Alex he was actually somewhere with good reception.

“I can hang up and leave you to it, but I had a small window and I wanted to make sure you were all good,” Flint said. Alex smiled easily. He missed Flint more than he ever thought he would. Their relationships got better once he was out of the house and they weren’t being directly put against each other anymore. 

“Yeah, Dad’s been chill lately,” Alex said.

“Good, good,” Flint said softly.

“Where are you now?”

“Uh, can’t say, you know how it is,” he said. Alex rolled his eyes.

“What’s the point of it being called the family business if you can’t tell family?”

“You know how it is, Alex, you’re not quite a Manes Man yet.”

“I turn 18 in super soon and Dad is already trying to talk to me about the Air Force which means that eventually he’s going to have the whole Family Business talk with me,” Alex said, annoyance in his voice. He was always stuck in this weird middle ground where he both felt left out and wanted nothing to do with it. The idea of being under his dad’s thumb  for his whole life sounded like hell, but there was something kind of cool about their multi-generational dynasty of researchers. He didn’t know too much about exactly what they did, but he knew rich people paid them a lot of money for it. Alex was pretty sure they were spies. “I should get to know where my own brothers are.”

“Well, you know where Greg and Clay are, isn’t that close enough?” Flint teased.

“Clay is boring and Greg gives me history lessons every time I ask him where he is,” Alex groaned, “At least you go cool places.”

“It’s because I’m the coolest,” Flint bragged. Alex rolled his eyes. “Here, I’ll give you a hint: it’s really fucking cold.”

“Canada?” Alex guessed, “Somewhere in Europe? You promised if you went back to Europe you’d get me something.”

“Good thing I’m not in Europe,” Flint laughed, “Not in Canada either. But, hey, look, I gotta go, I was just checking in.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to get out of talking to me before I can figure out where you are.”

“You got me,” Flint said, “But I also have to actually go. I’ll try to come see you soon.”

“Bring me something cool when you do.”

“I’ll do my best. Alright, love you, bye, weirdo.”

“Bye!”

Alex ended the call just as parked behind Michael’s truck and it wasn’t long before he found himself in his kitchen, mixing together ingredients to make cookies as the oven preheated and forgetting all about Flint. Michael had been the one to offer to make the cookies, to give them something to eat while they did homework, but it quickly turned into Alex doing all the work and neither of them was surprised by that.

Nor were they surprised when Michael still wanted something to do. Alex let himself focus on the kisses Michael was putting on his neck, his eyes slowly closing as he completely forgot what he was doing and rough hands slid beneath his shirt. He didn’t know what the hell had gotten into Michael today. He was always touchy, but today he’d brought it to an all new level. Alex didn’t say anything. He liked how desired it made him feel.

However, that only lasted up until the moment they heard his dad’s truck drive up. Alex pushed him off and pulled up the collar of his shirt to wipe his neck dry. Michael quickly hopped up to sit on the other side of the oven, effectively putting a few feet between them by the time Old Man Sanders walked inside.

“Boys,” he said, putting his keys on the hook beside the door.

“Sanders,” Michael said, mimicking the gruff tone of his voice. 

“Hi, Mr. Sanders,” Alex said, giving the most respectful smile he could manage. Sanders was probably used to him being here at this point considering Alex found himself at Michael’s at least twice a week. He was a very dedicated tutor, after all. However, Alex was taught nothing if not to give the best impression to adults as possible.

Sanders, however, never seemed to put up the same over the top act. He walked closer, peering into the bowl of half mixed cookie dough with a raised eyebrow.

“Y’all planning on making dinner or just desert?”

“Haven’t decided,” Michael answered. Sanders nodded.

“Alright,” he said. He looked at Alex and then over to Michael. “Make sure you leave that door open, you know this trailer has thin walls.”

Alex held his breath and Michael’s eyes widened. “Dude!”

“Don’t act like that, I know you.”

“Alex is my tutor,” Michael pointed out. Alex wanted to laugh. As if that would stop him.

“Well it ain’t Alex I’m worried about,” Sanders said. Michael watched him with an unreadable expression until Sanders reached up to ruffle his hair. “Relax, I’m messing with you, boy. You know I trust you more than my own eyes. But I still don’t need Sargent Jackass thinking you corrupted his boy. No offense.”

“None taken,” Alex laughed, letting himself relax when he realized he didn’t care. Sanders suspected something and he didn’t care. That was kind of nice.

“Good kid,” Sanders said, taking a deep breath, “Well, make sure you feed that dog. Alex, you can stay as late as you need.”

Sanders shuffled back to his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Michael leaned his ear against the wall, holding a finger out to Alex to tell him to wait. Alex just rolled his eyes and went back to stirring. Seconds after the shower turned on, Michael was back to being pressed up against him and taking his ear between his teeth.

“Oh, I’m gonna corrupt you alright,” Michael said, voice rough as he pulled Alex’s ass as close as he physically could.

Alex gasped playfully, grabbing his wrists and easily flipping them so Michael’s back was the counter. Michael’s eyes widened and his smile was borderline filthy as Alex pushed up against him. He leaned in close and Michael’s eyes drifted down to his lips before meeting his eyes again.

“You know better than anyone that there’s not much left to corrupt,” Alex said softly, “And what happened to asking?”

Michael nodded, still grinning as he looked at him with those dopey eyes.

“Right, sorry,” he said, “Can you please spit in my‒”

“I’m gonna finish these cookies,” Alex said, gently pushing him out of the way. Michael laughed softly, but he stayed put as Alex did just that.

He eventually found himself on the floor of the living room as the cookies baked. Michael was reading his essay and Alex laid, cuddling their old dog that only answered to the name Dog even though Sanders tried to give him a million names that never stuck. So he cuddled Dog and listened to Michael read and smelled the cookies that were baking. It was nice and homey in a way that made him never want to leave.

It stayed nice as they went over the physics lecture while eating cookies. It stayed nice when Michael fed Dog and suggested they go to his bedroom so they didn’t have to listen to him eat. It stayed nice when his books ended up on the floor and Michael ended up in his lap. It was even nice when Michael bit into his shoulder to keep quiet.

“Okay, so we have 4x²+12x=135, so how does that factor?”

Alex was laying in Michael’s bed, half naked and body still a little hazy as he focused on the homework that he came over to do in the first place. Michael was distracting, but he was going to at least pretend to help with his homework.

“Hmm,” Michael hummed, flopping down beside him after replacing his briefs, “Both factors start with -2x, right?”

“Right,” Alex confirmed, smiling a little to himself. Michael was a math genius and algebra was his specialty, but Alex quite enjoyed when he was able to fog up his brain to the point he had to actually think. “So factors of 135 are 3 and 45, 5 and 27, and 9 and 15, so which of those pairings help you get the factors of the equation?”

“What was it again?” Michael asked, voice genuinely a little lost. Alex rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling as he felt Michael roll closer to peer over his shoulder.

“4x²+12x=135,” Alex repeated. In the middle of his reading, though, Michael had gone back to kissing on his neck. “Hey, pay attention.”

“I am, I am, keep talking,” Michael urged, his hand sliding down until it started to edge past the waistband of Alex’s unbuttoned jeans.

“Keep talking?” Alex laughed, playfully nudging him before squirming a little as Michael's thumb pressed against the hickey he'd left on his ass that was still a little sensitive, “Are you getting off on me reading you equations?”

“You’re just so hot,” Michael breathed, but Alex wasn’t too stupid to hear the concealed yes in his words. He laughed and rolled onto his side, shoving Michael gently.

“You are! You fucking weirdo,” Alex teased, still laughing as Michael rested his head on the bed now that Alex had rolled away. He had that endlessly fond smile that he only gave when they were alone, his curls flopping towards the bed because of gravity. He was ridiculously gorgeous and overwhelmingly sweet. But that was too close to feelings, so Alex looked back to the math. “And you say that I’m a nerd.”

“What if I read you some Shakespeare, would you get turned on then?” Michael questioned. Alex just rolled his eyes and did his best to focus. Michael settled against his back, peering over his shoulder. “Okay, where were we?”

“Yeah, where were we?” Alex echoed.

Thirty minutes passed as Alex talked over Michael's homework. A few minutes in he'd resigned to the understanding that Michael wasn't really listening. He'd rested his head against Alex's back, his eyelashes brushing his skin as they closed and didn't reopen by the time Alex reached the third question. The only reason he knew he hadn't fallen asleep was because, at some point, he'd begun to play with Alex's fingers and he hadn't stopped.

It was weirdly peaceful between them. They didn't do this. They didn't cuddle or touch unless it was leading to something else. That made it feel less like convenience and more like he actually wanted to be here. It made things blurry in a way Alex wasn't prepared for. So why wasn't he putting a stop to it?

After a moment, he found himself not even focusing on the math anymore. Instead his eyes stayed on the way Michael's rough fingers rubbed against Alex's precise calluses that came from playing a stringed instrument every day for years. It was a drastic contrast, similar to the one that came with Michael's torn up nails and Alex's neatly painted ones.

"You need to stop biting your nails," Alex told him softly. Michael breathed in heavily like he was being woken up, lifting his head off Alex's back and leaving him cold.

"Paint them for me and maybe I'll stop," he said, voice rough and sleepy in a way that struck Alex in his chest.

"Wouldn't you get made fun of?" Alex asked.

"Fuck 'em," Michael said. That paired with the cuddling and the whole dream comment from before was... a lot. Alex cleared his throat.

"Okay."

Within a few minutes, Alex found himself perched on Michael's lap and a bottle of nail polish balancing on his math homework. It was a pretty compromising position, both of them shirtless and disregarding the homework he was here for, but Alex couldn't bring himself to mind.

"I wish I could see the look on Valenti's face when he sees this," Alex said, painting the black varnish over his nails. They were short and torn up, the skin around them just as bitten, and Alex knew his work would be messed up within a couple days, but he kept on nonetheless.

"Nah, he won't actually care. The dude tries so hard to fit in that he forgets to have his own opinions. He won't react until someone else does first," Michael told him. He looked dazed and sleepy, his cocky walls thrown to the wind. It was Alex's favorite version of him.

"Still. I don't know how you deal with all of that shit."

Michael shrugged. "It's not like I'm out or anything, so it’s not at me."

"Yeah, but doesn't it bother you hearing them say homophobic shit? I don't think I could stay quiet all the time," Alex said, raising Michael hand closer to his lips. He blew on his nails gently before swapping hands. His freshly painted one rested on Alex's thigh.

"It's easier to stay quiet," Michael admitted. Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Then aren't you just doing the same thing Kyle does?"

"I don't conform so much that I lose myself," Michael said, shifting a little bit as his eyes focused somewhere to Alex's left. "I, uh, I just spent so much of my life in foster care and bouncing around to shitty houses where silence was the best option. It's not an easy habit to unlearn."

"Oh," Alex said, eyes widening a little, "I didn't know that."

"Yeah," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "Once you hit a certain age, they just start putting you in group homes because most families don't want to foster teenage boys. I get it, I guess, but the one I was in last was hell. Everything I did was wrong and I paid for it."

"How'd you end up with Old Man Sanders, then?" Alex asked.

"Long story," Michael said, "But basically he found out I was sleeping in one of the abandoned trucks in the junkyard and instead of sending me back, he went through all the work to get certified to foster and went through hell to get me in his care. I basically just got really fucking lucky."

"Sounds like it," Alex agreed. He didn't have the right words for it and, honestly, he wasn't sure he'd say them if he did. Michael was sharing more than he usually did. They were still in this weird middle ground of doing things they didn't do and Alex didn't want to pop the bubble.

"But my point is that it's not as easy as just speaking your mind," Michael said. Alex nodded, switching hands again to put a second coat. He thought about doing a third coat just to have an excuse to stay in his lap.

"Reminds me of my brother," Alex admitted. Michael laughed and Alex glanced at his face for a second, that easy smile on his lips.

"Your brother? That's a funny way to say you don't think I'm hot," Michael teased. Alex rolled his eyes.

"I meant the whole conformity thing. He used to have a personality, I think, and sometimes he’s still cool, but somewhere along the line he just stopped fighting. It was easier to keep his mouth shut and do what my dad said. Even now he does that, goes where my dad tells him to. I never really got it, but I guess you have a point," Alex said, “I’m just not a fan.”

"You've just got massive balls, dude," Michael said, shaking his head, "Seriously, I know I joke that you're just a band geek, but it takes balls to be you and refuse to conform no matter what. It's... It's really impressive. Sometimes I wish I could be like you."

Alex stared at him for a long minute. He didn't know what earned him this version of this man but he didn't want to go back. He let himself be a little reckless; he let himself fall just a bit.

He leaned in for a kiss and it was welcomed. Michael wrapped one arm around Alex and placed his free hand on his cheek. It felt so natural to be with him in this way and that in itself was overwhelming. But, in the morning, they'd go back to normal. Tonight was a fluke.

Michael tightened his grip on him and moved so Alex's back was pressed into the mattress. Alex weaved his hands into his hair and wrapped his legs around his hips. Michael was warm and relaxed, just comfortable with being with him. Alex had an unhealthy attachment to it. He needed to put space between them before he got his heart broken. 

He pulled Michael closer.

They shared breath as Michael kept the pace slow, each kiss seeming to hold their own distinct and equally important purpose. Alex's heart was slamming in his chest and he didn't mind. 

He dragged his hand over his back. Michael had scars all over him, almost as much as Alex, and he kept them covered with clothes as often as possible. But here he was bare and Alex could feel them. He put his hand flat against the small of his back, pulling him down even more. Michael smiled.

It was all ruined by Alex's alarm going off.

"What the fuck is that?" Michael asked, lifting his head just barely. Alex shoved his shoulders gently. 

"I gotta go," Alex said, sitting up and reaching for his shirt after he turned his curfew warning alarm off.

"Go? Dude, it's late, just stay," Michael urged softly, that same voice from earlier that day when he asked Alex to come over despite not needing his help. A hand crossed over the front of his chest, trying to push him back into bed. Alex pushed his hand away, hoping it would also push away the butterflies that filled his stomach at the request to just stay.

"My dad would freak out if I did that," Alex said. 

"What happened to not conforming?" Michael asked. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Not the same thing," Alex told him. Michael still had that look on his face like he actually didn't want him to go. And Alex really didn't want to. "I gotta go."

"But…" he said, his eyes darting around the room as if it would give him an excuse to make Alex stay. "At least let me drive you home."

"I drove here," Alex laughed. Michael scowled and gave an irritated pout. Alex made the questionable decision to kiss it off his face. When he pulled away, Michael's eyes were still closed and he signed.

"This is torture, you know that, right?" Michael groaned. Alex stood up and Michael collapsed onto the pillow. It was only then that Alex realized the bottle of nail polish hadn't spilled. He didn't comment on it as he reached over to grab it and closed it.

"You already got off tonight and you have two whole hands, so I don't consider it torture," Alex said decidedly, slipping the bottle into his pocket. 

Michael wrapped the pillow up in his arms, cuddling into it as he stared up at Alex with those eyes that were hard to deny. Part of him wanted to cave and crawl back into bed, but a much bigger part knew that would only be bad for him. He needed to take a day or two away from him and reset so he didn't end up catching feelings. Or, more feelings.

"You're so mean to me."

"Shut up," Alex laughed, stepping into his shoes. He picked up his bag and pulled it over his head. Michael still looked utterly pathetic. "You know, for a jock, you're pretty whiny."

 "Fuck you."

"I know you want to," Alex teased. Michael breathed in deep.

"God, I really, really do."

"I'll see you whenever," Alex laughed, grabbing his keys.

"Tomorrow," Michael corrected. Alex smiled and opened his bedroom door.

"Tomorrow."

[aspiestvmusings]

WV QUOTES by Ep

Best & Most relevant Quotes from WandaVision series 

SUPERLONG POST

Quotes by episode [eps 1-8] 

Ep 1

"A newlywed couple just moved to town / A regular husband and wife / Who left the big city  To find a quiet life / WandaVision! She's a magical gal In a small town locale / He's  hubby whose part machine / How will this duo fit in and fulfill all? / By sharing a love like youve never seen / WandaVision! " - Episode 1 opening credits theme song 

"Forget your past. This is your future." - COMMERCIAL: Stark Industries Toast Mate 2000 toaster 

"My wife and her flying saucers." - Vision / "My husband and his indestructible head." - Wanda, ep 1 #ohtheirony

"Aren't we a fine pair?" - Vision, ep 1 

"Wanda, is there something special about today? There...on the calendar...someone's drawn a little heart right above todays date." - Vision / "Oh, yes, the heart... Well, don't tell me you've forgotten, Vis?!" - Wanda / "Forgotten? Oh, Wanda, I'm incapable of forgetfulness. I remember everything. And that's not an exaggeration. In fact I'm incapable of exaggeration" - Vision /"Well...then tell me what’s so important about todays date." - Wanda / "[PAUSE] What was the question again? Oh, well, perhaps you've forgotten yourself" - Vision / "Me? Heavens so. I've been so looking forward to it." - Wanda / "As have I." - Vision / "Today we are celebrating.." - Vision / "You bet we are...It's the first time we...have ever celebrted this occasion before..." - Wanda / "It's a special day --" - Vision / "Perhaps an evening --" - Wanda / "Of great significance --" -  Vision / "To us both"" - Wanda / "Naturally!" - Vision / "Obviously" - Wanda / "Exactly!" - Vision / "Well done, us" - Vision, ep 1 #finishingeachotherssentences 

"So what's your name? And where' you from" - Agnes / "I'm Wanda" - Wanda / "Wanda? Charmed." - Agnes, ep 1 

"So what's a single girl like you doing rattling around this big house?" - Agnes / "Oh, no, I'm not single" - Wanda / "Oh... I don't see a ring." - Agnes / "Well, I assure you, I'm married. To a man. A human one. And tall." - Wanda, ep 1 

"Well..it feels like we've always been together" - Wanda, ep 1 [answering the question "how many years have you been together?]

"Oh, this is gonna be a gas!" - Agnes, ep 1 

"Would you be good as to tell me what it is that we do here exactly" - Vision / "...What is the purpose of this company?" - Vision / "All I know is (that) since you've gotten here productivity has gone up 300%" - Norm, ep 1 

"You're like a walking computer!" - Norm / "What? I most certainly am not! I'm a regular carbon-based employee made entirely of organic matter. Much like yourself." - Vision

"No skeletons in your closet, eh, Vision" - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"I don't have a skeleton, sir" - Vision / "Glad to hear it. Your future in this company depends on it" - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"(You could point out that) The death rate of single men is twice that of married men." - Agnes, ep 1

"Now that's romantic." - Wanda, ep 1

"Don’t worry, dear, I have everything under control" - Wanda, ep 1 

"I still get a little tongue-tied" - Vision, ep 1 

"If tonight's not gonna go just so I think this could be the end." - Vision, ep 1 

"I think the best course of action is to impress the wife" - Vision / "And I think think the best course of action is to impress the husband" - Wanda, ep 1 

"Glad to know we're both on the same page" - Vision, ep 1 

"The heart on the calendar was an abbreviation" - Vision, ep 1  [*heart* To grow old in. - V.]

"You move at the speed of sound & I can make a pen float through the air. Who needs to abbreviate?" - Wanda, ep 1 

"Oh, darling, this is so romatic to do - the candles, the music, that stunning outfit..." - Vision, ep 1 

"Oh, Agnes, you're a lifesaver" - Wanda, ep 1 

"You're so naughty!" - Wanda, to Agnes, ep 1 

"Should/Shall I just pre-heat-the over, dear?" - Agnes to Wanda, ep 1 #BunInTheOven

"I know you're in a pinch, so this menu can be done in a snap" - Agnes, ep 1

"Oh, no, too much!" - Wanda (chicken overdone) / "Oh, no, not enough!" - Wanda (turned to eggs), ep 1 #

"How can I be of assistance?" - Vision, ep 1

"For your upside-down cake" - Agnes [giving Wanda a pineapple], ep 1

"Whose that?" - Mr. Hart / "A salesman/A telegram" - Wanda & Vision [simultaneously] / "A man selling telegrams" - Vision / "Wouldn't you know it. Good news is more expensive." - Wanda, ep 1 

"My head is spinning" - Mrs. Heart #WandasMagicAffectingPeople

"From what I've seen here tonight you can/could barely keep it together. I mean, look around, there's all this chaos going on in your household." - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"So...Where did you two move from? What brought you here? How long have you been married? And why don’t you have children yet?" - Mrs. Hart, ep 1

"Honestly...why did you come here? Why? Damit, why?!Why did you [come here] *chokes* - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"Oh, Arthur, Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! Stop it! Stop. Stop it! Stop it." - Mrs. Hart, ep 1 #StopIt

"Vision, help him." - Wanda, ep 1

"We are an unusual couple, you know." - Wanda / "Oh, I don't think that was ever in question" - Vision, ep 1

"What I mean is: we don't have an anniversary. Or a song. Or even wedding rings." - Wanda / "Well, we could remedy that. Today could be our anniversaty" - Vision / "Of what? " - Wanda, ep 1 

 "And the rings?" - Wanda / "Well, could you make some for us?" - Vision, ep 1

"I do. Do you?" - Vision / "Yes, I do." - Wanda / "And they lived happily ever after..." - Vision, ep 1 

Ep 2

"Strücker: He'll make time for you" - COMMERCIAL

"Are you using your night-vision, Vision?" - Wanda, ep 2

"Oh, this is getting ridiculous" - Wanda, ep 2 

"...and look at how you seized on the opportunity to redecorate..:" - Vision, ep 2 

"Fear not, Glamour, for I, Illusion, wow to bring you back exactly as you are." - Vision to Wanda, ep 2 #reversetheroles

"Wanda, are you not at all worried that the audience might just see through this little sharade?" - Vision / "Well, that's the whole point - in a real magic act everything is fake." - Wanda, ep 2

"This is our home now. I want us to...fit in" - Wanda, ep 2 

"...and after last nights excitement I wanna make sure that this towns security is up-to snuff" - Vision, ep 2 

"Would you look at us: Wanda & Vision, WestView fitter-inners" - Vision, ep 2 

"So, are you ready to meet Queen Cul de Sac, and her merry homemakers?" - Agnes 

"You'll notice that her roses  bloom under the penalty of death." - Agatha, ep 2

"Dottie is the key to everything in this town. " - Agnes, ep 2 

"Just mind your Ps & Qs, and you're gonna do just fine." - Agnes, ep 2 

"Your roses are divine" - Agnes, to Dottie, ep 2 

"The devil’s in the details, Bev." - Dottie / "That's not the only place he is" - Agnes, ep 2

"Those little boys & girls are counting on us. All of this is for the children." - Dottie, ep 2

"For the children" - group chant, ep 2 

The only reason why I didn't clap is because I'm afraid to move" - Geraldine, ep 2 

"I actually don't know what I'm doing here" - Geraldine / "I'm starting to feel that way myself."- Wanda, ep 2 

"Now you can clap" *everyone claps* "And...stop" *everyone stops clapping* - Dottie, ep 2 

"This is, sort of, a members-only type deal." - Norm, ep 2

"Got some top-secret intelligence for you" - Herb, ep 2 

"I, too, have some top-secret gossip to share. [Norm here is a communist.] - Vision, ep 2 

"Who knew you were such a funny guy?"  - Norm ep 2  

"And to think that you came (in) here a hot & bothered about protocols & nonsense" - Herb, ep 2 

"I can't help but wonder if you & I haven't gotten off on the wrong foot. And I would like to correct that, if I can." - Wanda / "And how would you do that?" - Dottie, ep2 

"I've heard things about you. You and your husband." - Dottie / "Well, I don't know what you've been told, but I assure you...I don't mean anyone any harm." - Wanda / “I don't believe you" - Dottie, ep 2

"Whose doing this to you, Wanda?" - Jimmy, ep 2 

"Wanda, my little cabbage, you look  smashing" - [drunk on gum] Vision, ep 2 

"Listen...something strange happened with Dottie. [Actually] Something strange happened before that, too. It's hard to explain..." - Wanda, to Vision, ep 2

"What is going on?!?" - Wanda, to Vision / "You are!" - Geraldine, ep 2

"For the children" - group chant, ep 2

"I'm Glamour, and this is my delightful assistent Ilusion" - Vision / "I'm Glamour, and he’s Illusion" - Wanda / "Yeah, what she said” - Vision, ep 2 

"Tonight we will lie to you, and yet you will believe our little deception. Because human beings are easily fooled  due to their limited understanding of the inner workings of the universe! - Vision, ep 2 #ohtheforeshadowing 

"Flourish!" - Vision as Illusion, the magician, ep 2 

"Now my wife & I will delight in your dumbstruck little faces" - Vision, ep 2

"Oops, you weren't supposed to see how we did that trick" - Wanda, ep 2 

"If only you all knew our secret" - Wanda, ep 2 

"The Magnet of Crysteries" - Vision as Illusion, ep 2 #TheCabinetOfMysteries

"I will now make my wife... disappear." - Vision as Illusion, ep 2 

"What's in the box?" - group chant, ep 2 

"Vis, it's alright. It's okay. But what is going on with you?" - Wanda / "I have no idea. I've been feeling weird-y all day." - Vision, ep 2

"Well, you're back to yourself, and that's all I care about" - Wanda to Vision, ep 2

"A magician never reveals his secrets. He leaves that to his assistant" - Vision / "And she's not talking" - Wanda, ep 2 

"I don't know what I was so worried about. It wasn't so hard to fit in after all" - Wanda / "And all we had to do was be ourselves". - Vision / "Well...with a few modifications" - Wanda, ep 2 

"And it was all..for the children" - Wanda & Vision, ep 2 

"Vision, is this really happening?" - Wanda / "Yes, my love, it's realy happening" - Vision, ep 2 

Ep 3

"We got something cooking / And it's looking good / We got something cooking / And you knew we could / All great expecttions Lead to complications / But it's grovy and fun / It's me and it's you / Together one plus one is more than two / Some sudden surprises / Come in all shapes and sizes / But it's rainbows and sun / It's you and it's me / Together one plus one is family." - WV episode 1x03 opening credits intro song 

"You read my mind" - COMMERCIAL, ep 3 

"Come with me. Escape to world all your own, where your probllems float away. When you want to get away, but you don't want to go anywhere... Hydra Soak. Find the Goddess within" - COMMERCIAL, ep 3 

"I have nerves of steel, so there goes your theory..." - Vision, ep 3 

"Have you gotten bigger?" - Vision / "Have I? I can't tell from this angle" - Wanda, ep 3 

"I can't wait to be a proud papa-ya." - Vision, ep 3 #dadjokes

"Oh, did I do that? I didn’t mean to" - Wanda, ep 3 

“All the worlds a stage. And all the men & women marely players.“ - Vison, ep 3 #QuotingShakespeare #William #Billy #Thomas #Tommy

"Do you think they know it's my fault?" - Wanda, ep 3 

"I think something's wrong here, Wanda" - Vision, ep 3 

"I know what you mean. The truth is: We are in uncharted waters. And you know what? I'm anxious, too"- Vision, ep 3 

"We just don't know what to expect" - Wanda, ep 3 

"Will the baby be human, or synthezoid, a bit of both?" - Wanda, ep 3 

"If he is anything like his ma' (mother), he (Billy) will be perfect" - Vision, ep 3 

"What a mess." - Wanda, ep 3 

"Well..in all fairness, darling, the baby is aproximately 9 months early" - Vision, ep 3 

"Now's not really a good time.." - Wanda, ep 3 

"I may be late to the party, but I imagine there's s logical explanation for this." - Geraldne, ep 3

"It's all perfectly natural" - Wanda, ep 3

"I can't do this" - Wanda / "Yes, you can." - Geraldine / "I can't. I cant." - Wanda / "You can do this." - Geraldine, ep 3

"I don't think we'll get away after all. Small towns, you know... So hard to escape...." - Dr. Nielsen, ep 3

"She came here because... She came here because we're all..." - Herb, ep 3 

"Who are you?" - Wanda 

Ep 4

"She came here because we're all...what?" - Vision, ep 4 ("previously on" part)

"I think you should leave" - Wanda, ep 4 ("previously on" part)

"I don't understand what's happening, but you need to listen to me". - Dr., to Monica, ep 4

"Director Tyler Hayward" - Monica / "Acting! Director." - Hayward, ep 4 

"It's been three weeks [since the Blip] & you're the first to report." - Hayward, ep 4 

"Sentient Weapons, like it says on the door" - Hayward / "It also says "Observation and Response" on that door. Not Creation." - Monica, ep 4

"The world's not the same as you left it." - Hayward, ep 4

"What's the story here, agent Woo?" - Monica / "I've got  a witness set up down the road in WestView,  and this morning it looked like he flew the coop." - Jimmy / "Your missing person is in the Witness Protection Program?" - Monica / "I have contacted known associates, relatives..." - Jimmy / "And let me guess: none of them have seen him either?" - Monica / "No. None of them have ever heard of him." - Jimmy, ep 4 

"This isn't a missing persons case (anymore). This is  missing town. Population 3892" - JImmy, ep 4

"Why havent you gone inside to investigate?" - Monica / "Cause it doesn't want me to. You can feel it too, can't you? Nobody is supposed to go in." - Jimmy, ep 4 

"Why is it that you have an awareness of WestView? Or me...for that matter? Is it because we're outside of a certain radius? Or maybe because we don't have a personal connection?" - Monica, ep 4

"What is it?" - Jimmy / "Some sort of an energy field..." - Monica, ep 4

"We're not supposed to talk to each other" - "Boyscout Leader", to Darcy, ep 4 

"We've got a full clown-car." - Darcy, ep 4 

"Wow...[I'm getting] A colossal amount of CMBR [Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation]" - Darcy, ep 4 

"Look, I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead, right? Not Blipped. Dead." - Darcy, about Vision, ep 4 

"So you're saying the universe created a sitcom starring two Avengers?" - Jimmy, ep 4 

"It's a working theory." - Darcy, ep 4 

"So what, deep cover? Monica has to play along?" - Darcy / "With whom? Or else what?" - Jimmy, ep 4 

"What are we looking at here? Is it an alternate reality, time travel, some cockamanie social experiment?" - Jimmy / "It's  a sitcom. A 1950s sitcom." - Darcy, ep 4  

"1950s, 1960s, and now the 70s. Why does it keep switching time period? Can’t be purely for my enjoyment, can it?" - Darcy, ep 4 

"Twins. What a twist" - Darcy, ep 4 

"Has this happened before? A reference to our reality?" - Jimmy, ep 4 

"Someone is censoring the broadcast." - Darcy, ep 4 

"You're not my neighbour. And youre definitely not my friend. You are a stranger. And an outsider. And right now you are trespassing here. And I want you...to leave" - Wanda, ep 4 #HexWandaSawAgathaInMonica (she came at Monica so hard, cause she sensed an outsider, but she gave the role to the wrong person...)

"We don't have to stay here. We could go wherever we want." - Vision / "No, we can't. This is our home." - Wanda / "Are you sure?" - Vision / "Don't worry, darling, I have everything under control." - Wanda, ep 4

"It's Wanda. It's all...Wanda" - Monica, ep 4  

"What shoud we watch tonight?" - Wanda, ep 4 

Ep 5

"You wander the world with a vision of what life could be /  But then the years come and teach you to just wait & see / Forces may try to pull us apart / But nothing can phase me if you're in my heart / Crossing our fingers, singing a song / We're making  it up as we go along / Through the highs & the lows / We'll be right, we'll be wrong / We're making  it up as we go along / And there wiLl be days / We won't know which way to go / But we'll take it higher / You're all I desire / When the going gets tough / When push comes to shove / We're making it up / ' Cause we got love / We got love. We got love / Baby we got...WandaVision" - Episode 5 opening credits intro theme song 

"Lagos (paper towels) - for when you make a mess you didn't mean to (make)" - COMMERCIAL

“I know parents aren’t supposed to take shortcuts, but I think this situation calls for one, don’t you?” - Wanda, ep 5

“Why won’t you do what I want?” - Wanda, to the twins, ep 5

"Vis, what are we doing wrong?" - Wanda, ep 5 

"Don't worry, dear, we'll figure it out." - Vision, ep 5 

“Do you want me to take that again?” - Agnes, ep 5

“Should we just take it from the top?” - Agnes, ep 5

"I dare you to stay awake" - Agnes, ep 5 

"What was that about?" - Vision / "What was what?" - Wanda, ep 5

"Did you really not see what I saw?” - Vision, to Wanda, ep 5

“Kids. (You) Can’t control ‘ em. No matter how hard you try.” - Agnes, ep 5

[Whats the 1st thing you remember?] “Pain. And then Wanda’s voice in my head. There was this feeling...keeping  me down. This...hopeless feeling. Like drowning. It was grief.” - Monica, ep 5 

“Our initial theory had Wanda Maximoff as one of many victims. (But) We now know she’s the principal victimizer.” - Hayward, ep 5

“That’s an over-simplification of events, but... yeah.” - Jimmy, ep 5

"Does Maximoff have an alias?" - Hayward / "No, sir." - Jimmy / "No funny nickname?" - Hayward / "Not a one." - Jimmy, ep 5 

"When was this?" - Monica / "9 days ago. Maximoff stormed our facillity, stole The Visions body, and resurrected him." - Hayward, ep 5 [a direct violation of the Sokovia Accord Section 36B  & Vision's own living will, cause he didnt want to be anybodys weapon] 

“Maximoff in her grief disregarded his [Vision’s living will] wishes” - Hayward, ep 5

“But how did she even do it? Bring him back without the Mind stone?” - Jimmy / “Who knows? But she has the worlds only known vibranium synthezoid playing father-knows-best in suburbia. What happens when he learns the truth?” - Darcy, ep 5

“Taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility.” - Wanda, ep 5

“I’m tired of hiding. (And maybe you don’t have to either)” - Wanda, ep 5

"Wanda, we are usually so much of the same Mind[stone], but right now...” (What aren't you telling me?) - Vision, ep 5  

“What aren’t you telling me?” - Vision, to Wanda, ep 5

"Wanda’s twins are hers. Everything might look fake in TV, but everything in there is real.” - Monica, ep 5

"But Wanda manipulates peoples perceptions, makes them hallucinate..." - Jimmy, ep 5 

"If all the sets, and props, and wardrobe are solid matter, that would mean she's wielding an insane amount of power." - Darcy / "By far exceeding anything she's desplayed in the past." - Jimmy, ep 5 

“It’s not an illusion. Wanda is re-writing reality.”- Monica, ep 5

"If she can change things...as they go into the hex...what happens when we send something in that requires no change?" - Monica, ep 5 

“Can’t you tell..none of it is real..” - Norm, ep 5

“You have to stop her. [Stop who?] She’s in my head. None of it is my own. It hurts. It hurts so much. Just make her stop.” - Norm, ep 5

“Sometimes your dad & I aren’t on the same page. But that’s just temporary.” - Wanda PS. She is literally saying that she & him aren’t always in scenes that are on the same page in the script, hence he (one of them) is away/somewhere else.

“Family is forever.” - Wanda, ep 5

"He's...far away from here. And that makes me...sad, sometimes." - Wanda, (about her twin-brother Pietro, who is buried in Sokovia) ep 5 

"We can't see the drone on the broadcast. Wanda is framing it out." - Jimmy / "Just like all the jump-cuts. Wanda decides what makes it onto her show, and what doesn't." - Darcy, ep 5 

“This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home. You don’t bother me, I won’t bother you.” - Wanda, ep 5

[What do you want?] “I have what I want. And no-one will ever take it from me...again” - Wanda PS. She seems to look at Hayward when she says the last past. This seems to be a message about them having Visions body & going against his will & trying to weaponize it...as much as it is about her having her perfect life with her Vision.

"The urge to run from this feeling [read: grief] is powerful. I know." - Wanda, ep 5

“You can fix anything, mom. Fix the dead.” - The Twins [Wanda: "What? No." / Agnes: "You can do that?"]

"I am trying to tell you that there are rules in life: We can’t reverse death...no matter how sad it makes us. Some things aren’t forever. ” - Wanda, ep 5 #AThingIsntBeautifulBecauseItLasts

"You said family is forever. He is family. Bring him back, mom" - Billy & Tommy, ep 5 

“You can’t control me the way you do (control) them.” - Vision / “Can’t i?” - Wanda [as the end credits start to roll], ep 5 

“I have to believe that this -- whatever this is -- was subconcious at first, and that you only recently became aware of it.” - Vision (about the Hex & WV), ep 5

"Stop lying to me! [angry]" - Vision /  "This... All of this is for us. So let me handle it.” - Wanda, to Vision, ep 5

“What is outside of Westview” - Vision - /”You don’t want to know, I promise you.” - Wanda / “You don’t get to make that choice for me, Wanda” - Vision, ep 5

“Before what? I can’t remember my life before Westview. I don’t know who I am. I’m scared.” - Vision, ep 5 (proof that Vision 2.0 is evolving)

"You are my husband. You're Billy & Tommy’s father. Isn't that enough?" - Wanda, ep 5 

"Wanda, why are there no other children [besides Billy & Tommy] in Westview?” -  Vision, ep 5

"Why...tell me why..." - Vision / "Do you realy think that I am controlling everything? That I am somehow in charge of everybody in WestView? I'm walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, getting them to dentist appointments in time? I mean, I... I don't know how any of this started in the first place..." - Wanda, ep 5  

“What you’re doing here...it’s wrong. It is wrong.” - Vision, ep 5

"I didn't do that. [pause] You don't believe me." - Wanda / "Wanda, I want to. But at this point I'm ignoring statistics entirely." - Vision, ep 5 

"Whose the popsicle?" - Fietro [bout Vision], ep 5 

Ep 6

"Don't try to fight the chaos / Don't question what you’ve done / The game can try to play us / Don't let it stop the fun / Some days it's all confusion / Easy come and easy go / But if it's all illusion / Sit back, enjoy the show / Let's keep it going x2 / Through each distorted day / Let's keep it going / Though there may be no way of knowing / Whose coming by to play" - Episode 6 opening credits intro song 

"That's not exactly how I remember it" - Wanda / "You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma" - Fietro, ep 6 

"I'm undercover!" - Vision, ep 6 

"No, that's not what you're supposed to..." - Wanda / ”What?” - Vision, ep 6 

“Mom & Dad have been... not fighting, just...like...different (lately/ever since Uncle P. arrived)” - Twins, to the camera, ep 6

“Wanda, be good” - Vision, ep 6

"If I see any funny business, I'm going to magic you into a pickled herring" - Wanda, to Fietro #RedHerring

“We take her out, this whole nightmare ends” - Hayward / "We don’t know that. We actually have no idea what will happen in there, or out here if Wanda dies”.- Monica, ep 6

"If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution.” - Monica, ep 6

"Is there something I can do for you, Wanda. Do you want something changed?” - Herb, ep 6

“I can’t believe what a bad influence you are” - Wanda, to Fietro, ep 6

“I’m just trying to do my part. Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats, and untimately give you grief. I  mean...that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”  - Fietro, ep 6

"I got the old XY chromosome" - Fietro, ep 6 #Xmen #HeXmen

“Unleash hell, demon spawns” - Fietro, about/to the Twins, ep 6

“Dammit if Westview, New Jersey, isn’t charming as hell.” - Fietro, ep 6

"It's not like your dead husband can die twice." - Fietro, ep 6

“Where were you hiding all these kids up til now? I assume they were just  sleeping peacefully in their beds.” - Fietro, ep 6

“You don’t think it’s... wrong”? - Wanda / “Are you kidding? I'm impressed.” - Fietro, ep 6

“Howd’d you even do all of this?” - Fietro, to Wanda, ep 6

"I don’t know how I did it. I only remember feeling...completely alone. Empty. Endless nothingness.” - Wanda, ep 6

“Am I dead” - Agnes / “No. Why would you think that?” - Vision / “Because you are”. - Agnes / “Because I am what?” - Vision / “Dead” - Agnes, ep 6

“No one leaves. Wanda won’t even let us think about it.”- Agnes, ep 6  

“I will fix this, Agnes, I promise” - Vision, ep 6

"I know what Wanda’s feeling, and I won’t stop until I help her.” - Monica, ep 6

"How'd you even do (all) this?" - Fietro / "I don't know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Just...endless nothingness." - Wanda, ep 6  

"He really does want out, doesn't he?" - Hayward, about Vision, ep 6 

"I hear daddy. In my head. He's in trouble" - Billy, to Wand, ep 6 

Ep 7

"Feeling depressed? Like the world goes on without you? Do you just want to be left alone? Ask your doctor about Nexus. A unique anti-depressant that works to anchor you back to your reality. Or  the reality of your choice. Side effects include: feeling your feelings, confronting your truth, seizing your destiny, and possibly more depression. You should not take Nexus unless your doctor has cleared you to move on with your life. Nexus - because the world doesn’t revolve around you. Or does it?” - NEXUS COMMERCIAL, ep 7 

"Letting our fear and anger get the best of us. Intentionally expanding the borders of the false world we created" - Wanta, to the director/camera PS. She uses plural form. Since nothing on this show is meaningless, and we know it was actually Agnes sitting behind the camera, maybe that was a hint at her saying THEY created it, not she alone?

"Mom, my head feels weird. It's like...really noisy. I don't like it." - Billy, ep 7 

"As punishment for my reckless evening, I plan on taking a quarantine style stacation. A whole day. That'll show me." - Wanda 

"Yeah, I'm not sure what's that about" (the glitches) - Wanda, ep 7 

"If he doesn't want to be here, there's nothing I can do about it" - Wanda, ep 7

“I have no answers. Zero, Zip. Zilch. Nada. Niente." - Wanda, ep 7

"I'm starting to believe that everything is meaningless." - Wanda, ep 7 

"You're welcome to draw your own conclusions, of course. But that's just where I'm at" - Wanda. ep 7 

"Vision is made of vibranium, (so) they literally inherited tough skin" - Wanda, about the twins, ep 7 

"Agnes, you are a life-saver. Is there anything I can do for you?" - Wanda, ep 7

"R&D reports, all on the same project. Code name: Cataract. [pause] Hayward wasn't de-commissioning Vision, he was trying to bring him back online. But nothing worked... ["until Wanda stole Visions body"]" - Jimmy, ep 7 

"You know, part of me secretly wanted a guest spot on this show, but...seriously..that sucked." - Darcy, ep 7 

"I have questions” - Vision / “I have answers” - Darcy, ep 7

"I don't understand why it's happening. Why it's all falling apart. And why I can't fix it." - Wanda, ep 7

"Do you think maybe this is what you deserve?" - Director's voice BTS/Agatha, to Wanda, ep 7 

"So...Wanda killed me?" - Vision / "Yes. But it's not that simple. You asked her to do it." - Darcy / "Why would I have done that?" - Vision / "To save the universe. Well...half of it." - Darcy / "Did it work?" - Vision / "It did. [pause] Until the bad guy rewound time & killed you himself. There are a few extra steps, but...to set up the ocontext... " - Darcy / "I came back and died again." - Vision / "...and she had to watch." - Darcy 

"Also..it never rains in WestView, right" - Darcy, ep 7 [Vision gives the camera THE LOOK]...as there are puddles on the road & the windowsglass is covered with raindroplets... 

"I'm not amused" - Vision, ep 7 

“What am I now?” - Vision, ep 7

“What I don’t get is why you can’t leave the hex.” - Darcy, to Vision, ep 7

"So..if I understand correctly...my original code dates back to an AI called JARVIS, but my corporal form was born from ULTRONs plan for global genocide?" - Vision / "Correct-o" - Darcy / "What am I now?" - Vision / "Honestly... I thought she just flipped a switch on your head and brought you back to life, but..what I dont get is why you can’t leave the hex.” - Darcy , ep 7 

“What I do know is that I've been watching “WandaVision” for the past week, and the love you two have is real. You belong together.” - Darcy, to Vision, ep 7

"Don't let him make you the villain" - Monica /"Maybe I already am." - Wanda, ep 7

"I lost the person closest to me, too. The worst thing I can think of has already happened to me. And I can't change it, I can't undo it, I can't control this pain anymore. And I don't think I want to. Because it's my truth." - Monica, ep 7

"I had no idea how much Wanda had endured before coming to WestView. How much we both had, I guess. Though I can’t remember it. For me it feels like it happened to someone else, you know... But for her.. it's mere weeks ago." - Vision, ep 7 

"What am I doing here? Sitting, talking to you...when I should... This is absurd. I need to get to my wife." - Vision, ep 7  

Ep 8

"You have betrayed your coven. You stole knowledge above your age & station. You practiced the darkest of magic." - Evanora Harkness / "I know nothing of these crimes. I swear it!" - Agatha / "Enough. Deception.!" - Evanora / "I did not break your rules. They simply bent to my power." - Agatha, ep 8 

"I cannot control it."- Agatha, ep 8  

"If only you would teach me...! (Help me, please!)" - Agatha, ep 8

"Please...I can be good" - Agatha / "No, you cannot." - Evanora, ep 8 

"Your magic's no good in here. Didn't you notice? Basic protection spell. One on each wall. ... No? Nothing? These are runes, Wanda. In a given space only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic. How do you not know the fundamentals?"  - Agatha, to Wanda, ep 8 

"Who are you?" - Wanda / "Who are you?" - Agatha, ep 8 

"Who are you? All those costumes and hairstyles? Oh, I was so patient. Waiting for you to reveal your true self. I got close with Fake-Pietro...Fietro, if you will. But no dice." - Agatha/ "That was you?" - Wanda / "No, it wasn't literally me. Just my eyes & ears. A crystalline posession..if you will. Necromacy was a non-starter since your real brothers body is on another continent. Not to mention (also) full of holes. But you're so crippled by your own self-doubt that you believed it." - Agatha, ep 8

"When I sensed this place - the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once...I couldn't make heads or tails of it... Mind control. A classic. Quick incantation and a feeble psyche and you're good to go. With thousands of people under your thumb all interacting with each other according to complex storylines. Well, that's somethign special, baby. And of course there's transmutation. Years of study to achieve even the smallest convincing illusion. But WestView through your lense, Wanda... Every little detail in place...down to the crown molding. You're even running  illusions miles away at the edge of town. Magic on autopilot. What's your secret, sister? Listen... I need you (to)...I need you to tell me how you did this." - Agatha / "I  didn't do anything. I'm not..." - Wanda / "I tried to be gentle....to nudge you awake from this ridiculous fantasy, but you would rather fall apart than face your truth. You left me no choice... What was it (that) you said to your not-brother? Hmm? All you could recall was the feeling. You felt empty. Alone. Endless nothingness... Let's start there..." - Agatha, ep 8

"It's been fun playing pretend for a while, hasn't it, Wanda? But it's time to look at some reall re-runs. All right, let's go." - Agatha /"No" - Wanda, ep 8

"After you, superstar" - Agatha to Wanda, ep 8 

“I know you don’t want [to go back there...to relive your painful memories]. But it’s good medicine, angel” - Agatha, ep 8 

“The only way forward is back” - Agatha, ep 8 

"I forgot. I put it in the special place. For extra safekeeping." - Wanda's dad, ep 8

Shenanigan [definition]: ... like mischief. But...a silly mischief, that always becomes fine. 

"...and at the end of the episode... you realise it was all (just) a bad dream. None of it was real." - 10-y-o Wanda, ep 8 flashback 

"You stop that. You'll hurt her feeling." - TV Character 1 / "She hasn't got any feelings. She's full of sawdust, or rags, or something." - TV character 2, ep 8

"So...little orphan Wanda got up close & personal with an Infinity Stone that amplified what otherwise would have died on the vine? The broken pieces of you are adding up, buttecup. I have a theory, but I need more..." - Agatha, ep 8 

"So where are we know?" - Agatha / "The Avengers compound. It was the first home Vision & I ever shared. Pietro was dead, and I was in a new country... I was all alone..." - Wanda, ep 8 

"Vision?" - Wanda [sensing him behind the wall/that he wants to enter her room] / "I apologize, I dont mean to intrude..:" - Vision / "You don't?" - Wanda / "Well, I suppose yes I did intend to come in here..." -  Vision / "And now?" - Wanda / "Well...whatever is your preferance..." - Vision, ep 8 

[Wanda & Vision watching sitcoms on TV] "Is it funny because of the grievious injury the man just suffered?" - Vision / "No, he's not really injured" - Wanda / "Ah. [But] How can you be certain?" - Vision / "It's not that kind of a show." - Wanda, ep 8 

"Wanda, I don't presume to know what you're feeling, but I would like to know. Should you wish to tell me. Should that be of some comfort to you." - Vision / "What makes you think that talking about it would bring me comfort?" - Wanda / "Oh, see, I read that the..." - Vision / [interrupts him] "The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again." - Wanda [SILENCE] "Sorry... I'm ..I'm so tired..." - Wanda 

"Sorry... I'm ..I'm so tired... It's just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I can't... It's just gonna drown me..." - Wanda / "No, no it won't." - Vision / "How do you know?" - Wanda / "Well...because it can't all be sorrow, can it? I've always been alone, so I don't feel the lack. It’s all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because I have never had a loved one to lose. But what is grief, if not love persevering?" - Vision, to Wanda, ep 8 #foreshadowing

"But what is grief, if not love persevering?" - Vision, to Wanda, ep 8

"So, to recap: parents dead, brother dead, Vision dead." - Agatha, ep 8

"What happened when he wasn't there to pull you back from the darkness, Wanda?" - Agatha / "I can’t do this anymore..." - Wanda / "Come on, Wanda! You're on the precipice. You are right there! Tell me how you did it." - Agatha, ep 8

"Vision was gone. But you. wanted. him. back." - Agatha / "I wanted him back. [to herself: "I wanted him back"]" - Wanda, ep 8 

"I know you have him" - Wanda 

"Please...Please. When I came back, he was gone. His...body. And I know he's here. He deserves a funeral, at least. I deserve it." - Wanda 

"I just wanna bury him. That's all I want" - Wanda, ep 8

"Are yo sure (that’s all you want)? Not everyone has that kind of power that can bring their soulmate back online. Forgive me...back to life." - Hayward, ep 8 

"No, I can’t do that. Thats...That’s not why I'm here." - Wanda, ep 8 

"I can't feel you.... [whisper] I can't feel you." - Wanda, ep 8 

"To grow old in." - V. *hear shape* [Vision's note to Wanda, on the propery deed], ep 8

"Wanda, welcome home. Should we stay in tonight?" - (Hex) Vision, ep 8

"I know what you are. You have no idea how dangerous you are. You're supposed to be a myth - a being capable of spontaneous creation. BUt here you are...using it to make breakfast for dinner. ... This is chaos magic, Wanda. That makes you the Scarlett Witch" - Agatha to Wanda, ep 8

"Let go of my children" - Wanda / "Oh yes...your children, Vision, this whole little life you've made...this is chaos magic, Wanda." - Agatha, ep 8 

TBC in ep 9

[imaginewithmgk]

Last night I had a dream that kells and I were on the gq couple thingy & it was fucking hilarious. I think he’d be a fun time on there. Is there any way I could request you do an imagine like that?? Please ! 🙏😇

GQ COUPLE’S QUIZ

request fourteen

summary: colson and his gf y/n do the gq couples quiz together

word count: 1,877

warnings: mention of nipsey hussle’s death

3rd person’s P.O.V.

Y/N sat down in the chair while her boyfriend sat beside her in a different chair.

“You ready?” He asks her and grabs her hand, knowing that she gets nervous when someone is filming her. Although she gets nervous, she knows that this kind of stuff comes with dating a celebrity. 

“Yeah, are you okay with doing this?” She asks Colson, knowing that he was upset earlier today because Nipsey did this interview with Lauren before he passed. The death had hit him really hard but doing this was a way to honour Nip’s legacy, as their GQ interview was really popular. 

“Yeah baby, let’s do this!” He smiles. 

“Okay guys, you know the drill. Y/N will ask Colson the questions off her cue cards and we will keep track of the points. We begin rolling in 3, 2, 1…”

“Hey everyone. I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I’m here with my boyfriend, Colson Baker a.k.a Machine Gun Kelly. This is the GQ Couples Quiz, hopefully, y’all know how it works. Are you ready baby?”

“Yeah let’s do it,” Colson smiles at her. 

“Alright, what was the first meal I ever cooked for you?” Y/N grins at him.

“God that was a long time ago,” He chuckles. “Are we talking when we were friends or when we started dating?”

“Hmm.. let’s go with friends to make it harder for you,” 

“Was it… cereal or something?”

“Babe!”

“What!?” 

“It was grilled cheese! When you were hungover and came to my place,” She playfully hits his shoulder. 

“Oh yeah! I knew that so I should still get the point,”

“No, you didn’t!” They laugh together.

“I’m going to be so bad at this,” He puts his head in his hand and laughs.

“Confidence is key,”

“Yeah baby I know,” They smile at each other. 

“Okay… how many tattoos do I have?” Colson looks up and furrows his eyebrows. 

“Let me imagine your body hold on,” He points his finger in the air as if to count. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…”

“Come on,” Y/N encourages him.

“11?”

“Correct!” Y/N high fives him. “Bonus point if you can name them,”

“I don’t know about that,” Colson teases. Y/N playfully shakes her head at him.

“What’s my favourite colour?”

“Easy, green.” Colson pauses. “Or the colour of my eyes,” He winks.

“Correct, good job. Two points so far,”

“What was my first job ever?” 

“Fuck, it was at a fast-food joint right?” 

“Yes! Three points,”

“I’m smashing this!” Colson pumps his fist in the air. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N giggles. 

“If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life, what would it be?” Y/N nervously shuffles the cue cards.

“I don’t know if I can say that one on camera baby,” He laughs. 

“Kells!” She swats him with the cue cards and laughs. 

“Nah, Nah. Pasta right?” 

“Nice save. Correct,” 

“Alright, what’s something on my bucket list?” 

“Ummm… go to the Olympics? Like attend it, not be in it!” 

“Yes actually, I’m surprised you know that one.”

“You gotta give me more credit, I listen…” He pauses. “Sometimes,” Colson joking around is noticeably making her feel more comfortable. 

“How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

“How am I supposed to answer this without making you mad?” Colson teases. “You ignore me, gimme the cold shoulder,”

“I mean you’re not wrong…” She admits. “What colour are my eyes?” Y/N shuts her eyes quickly. 

“Damn, now I can’t cheat. They’re green yeah?”

“No! They’re brown!” She says as she opens her eyes.

“With little green bits in them!”

“Babe! They do but they’re mostly brown. I reckon that one’s wrong.”

“Not fair,” Colson jokingly pouts. 

“Let’s move on. What’s my favourite “pump up” song?”

“Till I Die by yours truly,” Colson grins. “Obviously. How many points am I on now?”

“7 I think?”

“Out of how many questions?”

“9?”

“Alright, I’m doing okay so far,” 

“What’s my favourite movie?”

“Notting Hill!” Colson answers quickly.

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“Yeah well, you make me watch it at least three times a week,” 

“True,” She giggles. 

“How long does it take to my makeup?”

“Well, it depends on the look, pretty much between 5 hours to 3 years!” Colson jokes.

“Hey! It does not take me that long. It takes me life half an hour to an hour!”

“Yeah well for me it feels like a lot longer than that,” He laughs. 

“What’s my favourite fast food and what do I like to order?” 

“Oh, easy, your favourite place is KFC and you like to order a double tender meal! That’s an Australian specific burger for all you uncultured swine,” He jokes. 

“Correct!” Y/N laughs. “Who influenced me when I was growing up? Music-wise,” Y/N asks cheekily. Colson rolls his eyes. 

“Eminem,” He mumbles. 

“What was that?” Y/N giggles.

“Eminem!” He speaks a bit louder which makes Y/N burst into laughter. God knows if these two will have any laughter left in their body after this interview is finished. 

“Correct again. You’re rocking this baby,” 

“What am I on now?”

“Like ten I think?”

“Sick!”

“Describe me in three words,” 

“Gotta make this appropriate. Let’s go with sexy, funny, no actually! Hilarious! And kind,”

“Awe thanks, Kells!” 

“What am I most comfortable sleeping in?”

“Nothing,” Colson winks at the camera. 

“Oh my god,” Y/N puts her face in her hand. “Let’s move on.”

“Wait wait wait is that correct?” He smirks.

“Yes! Now, what am I most scared of?”

“Small spaces right? You’re claustrophobic or whatever they call it,”

“Yes and no. I am scared of small spaces but it’s not what I’m most scared of,”

“What is it then?”

“I’m most scared of losing you,” Y/N blushes.

“Awe babe! I love you,” Colson kisses her cheek. 

“I love you too,” She smiles. “What’s my Starbucks order?”

“Either cold brew or a green tea frap with whipped cream,”

“Correct! I think that’s 13 now?”

“Yay!”

“Who’s my favourite actor/actress?”

“Obviously me, or Hugh Grant,”

“Another one correct!”

“Where was I born?”

“Easy, Australia!”

“Do you know where in Australia?”

“Melbourne?”

“Yep! I knew that you knew that, I just love hearing you say Melbourne in your accent,” Y/N admits, to which Colson laughs. 

“Who is my celebrity crush?”

“Is that even a question? It’s obviously me,”

“Yes… obviously…” Y/N says in an uncertain voice.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Colson furrows his eyebrows. 

“Nope!” Y/N laughs. “Moving on… what is my favourite nickname to call you?”

“Daddy,” Colson winks at the camera.

“Colson!” Y/N raises her voice, clearly embarrassed. 

“Or Kells,” 

“That’s better,” They laugh together. “Who is Casie’s favourite? If you don’t know, Casie is Colson’s beautiful daughter,”

“Um me of course,”

“No, me!”

“Hey! I’m better with her!”

“No, she loves me more,”

“No, she loves ME more! I’m her dad!” Colson whines. 

“There’s only one way to settle this,” Y/N grins and grabs her phone out of her jacket pocket. She clicks on Casie’s facetime contact and moves the phone to show only her face.

“Hey Y/N!” Casie answers.

“Hey baby girl, I have a question for you.”

“What’s up?”

“I wanna know who’s your favourite, me or your dad?”

“Is dad with you?”

“No…” Y/N chuckles.

“Okay don’t tell him but you’re my favourite!”

“Hey!” Colson yells. 

“Y/N you said he wasn’t with you!” Casie pouts.

“Sorry hun, we’re doing a video and he thought that he was your favourite,”

“You’re both my favourite!”

“You can’t go back on your word now,” Y/N jokes. “I gotta go now but I’ll see you soon!”

“Okay love you both!”

“Love you too!” Colson and Y/N say at the same time before Casie hangs up. 

“Told you I’m her favourite,” Y/N winks as Colson sits in his chair sulking.

“What’s my favourite tv show?”

“Depends on your mood. I know your top three are Law & Order SVU, Supernatural and Big Mouth,”

“Good one baby!”

“I only know that because you also make me watch those with you,”

“Shh you’re on 18 now I think,”

“Out of?”

“23 I believe,”

“Hmm, that’s okay,”

“Where did we first meet and what did I think of you?”

“We met at one of my shows and you thought I was an asshole,” Colson chuckles.

“I did think you were asshole but really hot,” Y/N admits.

“Great,” Colson laughs. 

“What’s my favourite ice cream flavour?”

“Mint choc chip!”

“No, it’s cookies and cream. You know better,” Y/N jokes. 

“Oops,”

“Okay, what’s my zodiac sign?”

“Oh! Virgo! And I’m a Taurus! I only know this because Y/N is trying to educate me on all of the signs,” He laughs. 

“Yes I am, he’s doing very well so far. Clearly,”

“I try,” He swats his imaginary hair behind his shoulder making everyone in the studio laugh. 

“What’s my favourite part of my body?”

“Coincidently, it is also my favourite part of your body. Your butt!”

“Yes,” Y/N says in between chuckles. 

“What’s my favourite song of yours?”

“That’s hard because you have so many!” Colson laughs.

“It’s true… how about name one off each of your albums?”

“Alright, I’ll just do the mainstream ones. Lace Up, your favourite is Wild Boy or See My Tears. General Admission, your favourite is Bad Motherfucker or Merry Go Round or Till I die! Honestly most of the songs off that album. Bloom, Let You Go or 27 or Wake + Bake cause you said my voice sounds really hot in that,”

“Don’t at me like that!” She laughs. “But it’s true,” She winks at the camera. 

“I know BINGE is an EP but still, your favourite is NYLON. Hotel Diablo, it’s Glass House or 5:3666 or el Diablo. And off Tickets to my Downfall, well that’s a secret.”

“Wow, you got all of them right! I really love Baddest and Lead You On too by the way! Highly recommend checking out all of those songs,”

“I’m glad you like my songs baby,”

“Of course. Now, what’s my favourite thing about you?”

“Physically, one thing we can’t mention on camera,” He winks. “Or my tattoos. Y/N has a really bad habit of tracing them like 24/7,”

“I can’t help it! They’re all so interesting. I think I’ve bugged him about telling me the meaning of every single one,” 

“True that. I reckon emotionally though, your favourite thing is how much I care about everyone,”

“Oh yeah for sure. Onto the last question, you ready babe?”

“Yep,”

“What’s the biggest scar on my body?”

“I don’t know babe! The one on your leg?”

“Yes actually,”

“Aye there we go!”

“Well, that was my last question, thanks for playing baby and thank you for watching!”

“What was my score?”

“24 out of 30 I think,”

“Oh,” Colson looks down at his feet. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with that but that’s the score Nip got when he did this with Lauren. Shout out to those two, rest in peace. Neighbourhood Nip forever!”

“Love you,”

“Love you too baby girl,”

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