#needless to say this opened the floodgates.

[vaperarmand]

CROWLEY MENTIONED ‼️

[ysljoon]

john price dad headcannons

wc: 1.3k warnings: fluff, angst, feelings of abandonment, found family trope, afab reader, inaccurate descriptions of adoption, tf141 cameo a/n: i have been going thorugh it ya'll and i just needed something self indulgent, but pt 2 for roommate konig is coming soon! MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Price knew he wanted to be a dad from his early twenties, but he felt like a partner was off the table due to his line of work

He was so wary of adoption because if a partner wasn’t an option for him how would he feel about abandoning a child???

Nonetheless Price knew what he wanted in life and a child was all he needed and more

He started the adoption process once he turned 30

Oh man when he saw you for the first time he knew in his heart that he would give you the world! You had that man wrapped around your little finger before you even knew it

You had been in the foster system since you were 4 years old and you had just turned 10 around the time the time that Price was interested in adopting

Needless to say it was more and more disheartening as the years went on and nobody was interested in making you part of their family especially since you were now on the older side

The day that Price had come in and the social work case manager had come in to tell you that the man wanted to see you, oh your heart was beating a 100 miles a minute trying to culminate the best strategy to make the best first impression

The social case work manager left you two alone to get comfortable and feel out how the two of you would get along

Price is embarrassed to this day about how nervous he was to talk to a 10 year old LMAO he was sweating

You guys got along great in no time and there were wholesome laughs for the whole hour

Right before he left he gave you a pat on your head and said “I’m coming right back for you sweetheart, just you wait.”

And man did you wait

Two months to be exact and it was a devastating feeling 

You felt abandoned again and it hurt even more since you thought you really found a forever home

Once he finally did come back you just couldn’t hold back the tears and you wrapped your arms around his torso and refused to let go until the social worker has to pry you off so Price could proceed with the paperwork

Two weeks after that is when you officially moved into his home and you were vibrating with excitement in the backseat the whole car ride

He scooped you up from the backseat and piggybacked you into the home and your eyes were glimmering both from tears and from how happy you were to have a place called home

Price commemorated your first day home with a selfie of you two make silly faces and his bucket hat placed on your head that was much too big on you

He printed that picture immediately to put it on the fridge

Price was a superstellar dad for you

(You were a little bit spoiled, but Price would never admit to that)

He would watch youtube videos on how to do different hairstyles for you, he tried to attend all your sports competitions, and was there for your first orchestra recital!

The first time you properly called him dad instead of John was when he came to see your flute solo that you had in your sixth grade winter concert

Once you were done you frantically left backstage to look for him and he snuck up behind you to pick you up into a bear hug

He brought a bouquet of flowers for you and placed a kiss on the top of your head

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart.” Oh man did that open the floodgates for you 

You hugged him so tight and it was muffled into his shirt but Price would hear it as clear as day: “I love you so much dad. Thanks for everything.”

The both you were sniveling messes the whole way home that night 

Though when he did miss your school and extracurricular events there was always stung a bit more than you would care to admit

He would always apologize to you about his work duties and then leave you in the care of a trusted, live-in babysitter

It got even more annoying as you got older because he was very secretive about his job and never disclosed anything he did and you just wanted to know something

What does he do that makes him gone for weeks to MONTHS at a time???

The first time you met Task Force 141 was an accident and it was when you were 16

You were home after school hanging out with Price watching movies and was waiting for pizza to come

Once he heard the knock on the door he went to go get it, but he was taking a lot longer than expected and your stomach was starting to hurt from how hungry you were

“Dad, what's taking so long with the pizza?”

You reached the foyer and saw three very large men standing at the door and one of them was wearing a mask (???)

“Who are these people, dad? Am I Interrupting something?” You had a very weary eye on them and took a step back

They all looked at you then each other with the widest eyes and Price just stood there letting out the biggest sigh

“Boys, this is my daughter. Sweetheart this is Gaz, Ghost, and Soap.”

Oh these people were weird 

The two unmasked ones were grinning at you and the masked one was looking at you with such a scrutinizing look and it made you squirm

You quickly made it over to your dad and got on your tippy toes to whisper something in his ear 

“Dad, you have weird friends. I don’t like them at all.” He let out a cough that you’re pretty sure was used to cover up a laugh 

“They’re also my…coworkers.”

This made you raise your eyebrow out of curiosity

“I see…so what is it that you guys do?”

The one with the mohawk was about to speak until Price told you to wait in your room until him and his coworkers were done speaking

You sighed and locked yourself upstairs

“Mates, I want not a single word uttered about this in the slightest.” He pointed a firm finger at each of the men

“What’s the lassie’s name at least?”

“Y/N, Mactavish now leave it alone!”

Needless to say Soap nor the rest of the 141 left it alone and you practically became their little sister

They watched you grow up and were there for the night of your prom

They scared the piss out of your date and you got so angry

Your dad escorted them all inside to let you have privacy with your date

Price mostly rushed inside because he was about to start tearing up and he didn't want you to see him cry

They were there at your high school graduation too and you have a framed picture on your desk of all of them with big smiles holding you close with your diploma in hand

Now that you're in college it’s a lot harder to be away from them and especially your dad and there are nights where you just stare at the ceiling and clutch the stuffed teddy bear Price got you when you were younger and just look forward to when you’ll see them again

They try and make visits at least once every 2-3 months and it’s never boring whenever they come

Gaz and Soap try and gossip with you about any new boys you’ve met in college and Price likes to act uninterested but you know he has his ear angled in the direction of all three of you to see what you say

No matter the distance you know you have your forever family and they are your home no matter where you are or where they are.

[apomaro-mellow]

Eddie and his bats part 1

Steve didn’t always know what to make of the demobats that followed Eddie around. At first, he was certain they were just waiting for the right moment to strike and take them all out. But when it was proven that Eddie had complete control, he stopped worrying about that.

And yet, still, there were moments when it looked like the bats wanted to eat him up. There were times when it felt like they couldn’t get close enough to him. They’d rub at his sides or nestle into his hair or just peer up at him like a puppy or a baby that wanted up.

It was weird. These were supposed to be flesh eating monster bats. Not cute little pets.

Eddie had assured them that in a similar way to the Upside Down, he and the bats were connected. So whenever he got the blood to fuel him, the bats were sated as well. And after the first time he fed on Steve in lieu of blood bags, they just kept doing that. Steve was typically more readily available and could obviously replenish his own stores.

“Don’t make me sound so cheap.”

Eddie had laughed at that. “Now you’re the Slim Jim.”

Steve had rolled his eyes but noticed one of the bats rubbing against his ankle again. The world really was turning quote unquote upside down if he was finding it cute. Cute enough to swipe a drop of blood left on his neck and hold it out to the bat, who licked it up gratefully.

“You okay givin’ ‘em another taste?”, Eddie asked.

“It’s a consent thing”, Steve said.

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When Steve finally figured out how Eddie felt about him (courtesy of Erica of all people) it was like the floodgates had opened. It was like you finally found that puzzle piece that made the picture make sense.

“I really can’t believe I didn’t see it before”, Steve said as he crumbled up some ground beef into dog bowls. 

“I think I was playin’ it pretty cool”, Eddie grinned before seeing what Steve was doing. “Are you mixing in wet dog food? For the bats?”

Currently three bats were all over Steve. One clung to his leg, slowly climbing, another attached to the back of his shirt while one was perched on his shoulder, all trying to get closer to the food.

“I just saw this premium brand and thought they might like it. I know they get energy from you but it’s probably like an IV drip vs an actual meal, you know?”

“Getting the nutrients but none of the pleasure, sure. But dog food?”

Steve placed the bowls on the floor. “There’s raw meat in there.”

The bats ate ravenously, as they did with most things and Steve shot his boyfriend a smug grin. 

“You know, if this gives us alone time so I can suck you off with no audience, I’m team dog food.”

“You mean my blood, right?”

Eddie just waggled his brows and started towards Steve’s room.

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Eddie had always craved some sort of power. To have authority over others. He liked having members of Hellfire under his orders or freshman that hung on his every word. Eddie liked feeling powerful.

So right now, sitting in his DM chair, making out with a lapful of Steve Harrington, he felt on top of the world. He let his fangs graze against those soft lips and the little whimper Steve let out made him fly higher.

And if he had a bat or two standing by to keep anyone from bothering them, that was his business.

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Steve was dead tired. He had to wake up early to open the store, then during his lunch break some demodogs got into the arcade and had to be dealt with, a woman spent an hour trying to convince him they had a movie in stock that didn’t exist in their inventory, and then after work he had to go to the grocery store and nearly got into it with that bitch Sheila on behalf of Claudia.

Needless to say, he was ready to lay down once he got home. When he opened the door, he wasn’t surprised to see a small horde of bats waiting for him. Eddie practically lived in his house now. 

“Sounds like Daddy’s home~”, Eddie called out from somewhere in the house. The bats were vibrating from where they sat. At one point they had swarmed Steve and tackled him when he got home, but he had spiraled into a panic attack and they (Eddie) learned to keep themselves at bay until he said it was okay.

Eddie got the welcome kisses first and then Steve knelt down to acknowledge the demobats. Once he rose, some attached to his clothes and hung on like little koalas.

“Rough day?”

“The roughest.”

The moment he said that, Steve felt the bats lift him off his feet and carry him off to his room.

“Comfy?”, Eddie asked once the bats laid him onto his bed.

“I feel like a messed up Disney princess”, Steve said through a laugh.

Eddie began to remove Steve’s shoes. “Then allow this humble servant to serve his royal highness.”

He swore he could feel Vecna rumbling in displeasure on the other side. But he was a lump of flesh, trying to build himself back up while having sent Eddie here to stir up chaos in his absence. It was why he’d been brought from the brink and given these abilities.

But as he listened to Steve sigh in relief while he gave him a foot massage, Eddie couldn’t see a better use for himself than being right here.

Tag Team

@cherixxx69 @ajamlessbaby 

For more vampire Eddie, check out Welcome to Hawkins or my Supernatural Steddie series

[imagobin]

🩵Leorio Boyfriend HCs🩵

Because we need more Leorio content!! Here's just a lil love story in the form of HCs as I often do... cause I can't just make a list of stuff lmao enjoyyy! I can feel my HxH phase dwindling but I still wanted to put these ones out here.

Meeting at the library:

It was kind of cliché, he saw you struggling to get a book from a high-up shelf, and after getting it for you, Leorio mostly just went on with his business.

However, it is difficult not to meet people more than once when you're all in a campus, so needless to say, you and Leorio would accidentally be seeing each other a lot in the library, getting ready for exams and the like.

Things took a turn when one afternoon, after classes, you saw him in the library, sitting at a desk and looking a bit glum. At this point you're not even really acquaintances, you two just know the other exists, and sometimes you wave at each other... but it's not normal for him to look so down.

You decide to just casually sit next to him, it wouldn't be the first time that's happened anyway... you try to act normally study for a bit, trying to find the right moment to ask him if everything is okay, until you hear him sigh for like- the third time in five minutes. You finally pose the question.

At first, Leorio tries to convince you it's nothing... but it doesn't take much for him to actually talk about what's on his mind. Three minutes of complete silence were enough to convince him to spill the beans. He needs to talk about it with someone, and the person he knows from the library is the closest thing he's got to a friend!

He ends up rambling to you about his troubles with actually keeping his grades high, plus the worry the friends he's made outside of college will drift away from him, one already is, it's making him stressed and he's struggling to focus on studying as a consequence, BUT HE WANTS TO BE A DOCTOR REAL BAD!!

You listen to him, a little baffled that it took so little for the floodgates to open.

Grabbing Coffee:

The following day, Leorio is acting a bit more awkward around you... he can't believe he actually talked so much about his own problems to someone he barely even knew... and he was 100% sober when he did that.

He's very grateful that you actually listened to him though, so... to pay you back for being a good person, he asks if he can ever offer you a coffee or something sometime...

He's blushing. It's not romantic or anything... he does think you're pretty attractive though... I mean what do you expect, he's a simple guy, but this is REALLY just about paying you back! He swears to it!

And it really was like that the first time he asked you out for coffee.

It was a pleasant outing, you two finally got to talk properly. Leorio seems genuinely interested in what you mention about yourself, asking more questions, keeping the conversation alive.

What was supposed to be a one time thing, soon became a more frequent occurrence, until basically every day, after class, you two would meet up in that cafe to get a snack, a drink and chat.

The fact that Leorio was a naturally affectionate guy didn't help your developing feelings at all. It was not uncommon during your later "coffee dates", for him to let those goodbye hugs linger a bit longer, or for his arm to wrap around your shoulders whenever the conversation slowed down a bit and left room for a comfortable silence.

You liked that... and you liked that he was fun, a little dorky, and above all one of the kindest people you'd ever met.

On the other hand, he himself was trying to manage his feelings. He liked you, he knew he did, but he didn't know if he could handle both a relationship AND med school at the same time.

He'd have to juggle two things that were very important for him... and he was a passionate guy, meaning he always gave 100% in everything he was focused on... could he handle that?

Confession:

He finally realizes what he needs to do. You're the first person in a long loooong time that actually managed to understand him, he couldn't lose his chance with you.

The actual confession part was extremely anti-climactic, the fact your feelings were mutual was no secret, but it was definitely nice to hear you say you felt the same.

From then on, things became definitely more... cuddly.

Studying in the library had become a rarer occurrence, because Leorio had found another prime spot to study on... your lap.

You'd think that would distract him, but actually it just helped him relax and focus better... also head pats while he's studying, extremely important to avoid headaches.

Thanks to your relationship, his stress has gone down and he's been able to perform better in tests!

Of course, he's not all about studying and books. He makes sure to take you on dates frequently, whether you like more relaxed homey dates like watching movies together, or taking you out to dance- everything's game to him, as long as you're having fun!

And the cuddles and kisses?? They're the absolute best. He picks you up effortlessly every time, wraps himself around you, peppers your face, neck and shoulders with kisses- the whole thing.

I'm not joking, he's really affectionate, and it helps him relax too.

He can hold back on the PDA if you're not into it, but when it's just the two of you, it's cuddle hour until either you pull away, or he falls asleep.

[choicesmc]

8 for Fiona (+14 for you)

hihi o/ thank you for dropping by!! questions from [this] ask game

14. Do you have ocs on the aro or ace spectrum?

Yes! Rams is asexual and Rin is aromantic!!

8. Have they had struggles with their identity, be it due to internal or external reasons?

you have opened up the floodgates. I'll post the rest under the read more because it is long.

Both actually!

Starting with the internal side, when Fiona was 12 he learned about queer people through a church sponsored 'sex-ed' class over the summer in Nigeria. Nigeria is highly hostile to queer people. Needless to say, it was not a very accepting lesson.

It demonized queer people, made them monsters of the community, warned all of them to be careful because if these young children --barely starting their exploration of themselves-- weren't, then they'd get you. And if you were one of Them, then you weren't part of Us.

Being queer was to be a danger.

So what happens when Fiona, already struggling with wanting things outside the 'manly' sphere realizes he also wants other men? What happens to a child that has been taught that anything besides aggressive attraction to women is poisonous.

What happens is that child, Fiona, begins to self-isolate. He doubles down on being straight, doubles down on being a 'man', doubles down on being religious, doubles down on stifling himself for the sake of his community because if he didn't then he would damn them all.

And in the end, he's dying. He can't let anyone know why he's dying. They'd only kill him faster.

Even now years after coming out (it went horribly, worse than a disaster, and, uh, if Fiona could erase it from his life he probably would.) Fiona still struggles. There's the insistent doubt that he's wrong that none of what he is is normal. That he's killing the people around him because he is refusing to kill himself.

On the external side of things, we'll need a little context. So, in Igboland, no one really 'dies'. Igbo naming conventions have an order. The first son of a family is named after their paternal grandfather, the first daughter after their paternal grandmother, the second son after their maternal father and so on. This stems from a traditional belief that children carry the soul of their grandparents. A child is a continuation of a never broken chain of ancestors. So no family member is ever truly gone, they're simply in the next generation —just look.

But that also means his parents have a vested interest to make sure he marries a woman and has children. At least one girl and boy. Why? If he doesn’t then Fiona’s parents would truly die. There would be generation to see them in.

Fiona is an only child (he had a sister but she was stillborn). If they can’t make Fiona have a child then that unbroken chain of family will shatter with him. His parent cannot let that. They cannot raise a man who would murder everyone they love.

Fiona has a poison and they must give him an antidote even if it slaughters they only child they have. (<- note the use of ‘has’ —as if Fiona’s bisexuality and non-conformity is something he can throw away if they just press hard enough)

Right now, Fiona’s parents are trying to socially isolate him. They haven’t spoken to him in any meaningful capacity since his 2nd year at law school.

In summary, Fiona is facing social isolation from his family + internal struggles!

good times ��

[killmongerskeepermain]

When It Was Me // Shuri

Summary: You and Shuri agreed to call it quits when you both wanted to go your separate ways. Her becoming Queen of Wakanda and you becoming one of the most well known celebrity photographers. You had left everything behind in Wakanda. But will a single invitation open the floodgates to everything you fought so hard to bury?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Mentioned Depression // Mentioned Character Death // Soft Break Up

Author’s Note: This is just something I thought of and decided to write it out lol.

Word Count: 1.5k

The invitation in your hand shook as you trembled slightly while reading the words. An invitation directly from Shuri. Who is now Queen of Wakanda. The most powerful nation in the world. You honestly had expected her to reach out to you regarding the event. The two of you had broken up years prior to this. You were a simple village girl who managed to snag a job in her lab. Needless to say you caught her eye with your brilliant brain that sometimes outdid hers. She had never met someone who could keep up with her. You sometimes left her speechless. Soon after your friendship had molded into a romantic relationship. Okoye would always say you were like two peas in a pod. Ayo would call you soulmates. The queen loved you like her own and T'Challa adored the way you treated his sister. It feels like it was just yesterday when she came to you with a sequence she couldn’t figure out. The memories flooded your mind like a monsoon. 

“You finished the sequence? Already? Bast you are really gifted, Y/N.”

“All in a days work.” You grinned as she grabbed your waist. She planted a short kiss on your temple as you leaned into her warmth. 

“Come. I should treat you for helping me. Lunch is on me.” She smiled and you intertwined your fingers before kissing her softly on her lips. 

You had left Wakanda to go to school for photography. It was your passion. Your dream. Even though she didn’t like the fact you weren’t in Wakanda 24/7, she stood behind every step of the way. She did what she could to visit you but at some point she couldn’t. Not with her life spiraling around her the way it was. When you heard of the passing of King T'Challa, Queen Ramonda had begged you to be by her daughter’s side. She didn’t have to beg as the Dora Milaje had come to escort you back to the palace. You couldn’t say no. You wouldn’t say no. You ran off the jet when it landed and went straight to the lab.

Shuri kept herself busy by swiping away at the tablet in her hands with a frown on her features. Her foot tapped at the floor, something she did when she was worried. You couldn’t help but grin at her as she ran around the lab.

“You shouldn’t frown so much. You’re too pretty for that.” As soon as the words left your mouth she turned to you with wide eyes. It didn’t take her long to drop the tablet and run into your awaiting arms. In the safety of your presence she broke down. You let her cry into your shoulder as you rubbed her back. “It’s okay. I’m here princess.”

You were there when she fell into the dark pit of depression. When she felt like she wasn’t good enough. Or didn’t do enough. You shot down those accusations and reminded her everyday how wonderful she was. That she was enough. And how T'Challa would be proud of her at every moment. How you were proud of her. You thought the two of you would have a break, but then Namor attacked. Flooding part of Wakanda. Murdering Queen Ramonda. Losing her brother and her mother within the course of two years did something to her. Something snapped in Shuri and you didn’t know how to help aside from being there for her. You were there when she successfully recreated the heart shaped herb. When she became the black panther. 

You stood by her side as Nakia called out to Queen Ramonda. You watched as her veins began to glow purple as she visited the ancestral plane. You held onto the table she laid on and waited for her to come back. Kimoyo beads in your grip praying she doesn’t leave you. Nakia put an arm around you and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“She will be okay. We’re all going to be okay.” You nodded just as Shuri quickly sat up trying to catch her breath. You knew something was up when she kept saying she didn’t see anyone. How they abandoned her. 

“Why would they abandon me? Don’t touch me!” Nakia tried to calm down the spiraling princess until she punched a mannequin, sending it flying across the room.

“I think you’re going to need a suit.” Nakia said to her before she brought you to the room that held her brother’s mantle. You squeezed her hand as she looked at the helmets. Moving to where Killmongers rested. Another right next to it. 

“My love. Be honest with me. Who did you see in the ancestral plane?” You muttered as you held her hands tight and she looked you in the eyes.

“Killmonger." 

"What did he tell you?" 

"To get it back. In blood.” She mumbled and you caressed her cheek.

“Is that your plan? Is that what you’re going to do?” You questioned and her lip trembled.

“I want Namor’s head Y/N. For what he did to my mother.” You saw vengeance cloud her eyes and you nodded. She had good reason to feel the way that she did and you weren’t going to try and stop her. Queen Ramonda was like a second mother to you. So you understood how the princess felt.

You were the only person she told. You were the only one who knew the truth about Killmonger being the one she saw. You promised her that the secret was safe with you. She urged you to stay in the palace while she went after Namor. She couldn’t risk you getting hurt. When she returned she let you know that an alliance had been formed. She fought the darkness in her heart and spared the enemy. You were happy she was back. And alive. When everything died down, Wakanda was starting to thrive again. You sat on top of the palace roof watching the sunset and Shuri joined you after not finding you in the lab.

“It’s over for now huh?” You asked and she nodded. 

“It’s going to take some time for me to get used to everything now. My mother is gone. Wakanda is in need of a new ruler. This change, it might take a toll on us. I don’t want you to feel left out as I probably won’t be around as often.” She said and you let a tear roll down your cheek. She was right. This changes everything. You knew it would come to this. You may not get to see her as often as you did. You might not be able to have your late night talks anymore. Your late nights in the lab won’t be filled with laughter and jokes. She has bigger responsibilities now.

“I know. I thought about moving back to the states. Try for a photography job. Wakanda will always be my home. But you do have a huge responsibility now. One that I wouldn’t want you to be distracted from.” You grabbed her hand and she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb. 

“It’s your dream for photography, yeah? I want you to go for it. We’ll both have at least one distraction. My lab is my new bedroom.” She smiled and you couldn’t stop the laugh that left you.

“Y/N if you need anything. Anything at all. Don’t hesitate to reach out to me. You’ve been there for me through thick and thin. Even though we’ll be apart, you’ll always be my dearest Y/N.” She reached out to take you in her arms and you melted into her. The two of you stayed in each other’s arms as the sun went down.

That was all behind you now. You become the photographer you always wanted to be after moving to the states. She became queen of Wakanda with her new girl by her side. She told you she was trying to date again when you two kept contact. You were the one who urged her to step back out there. You were happy that she was happy. Your phone rang, tearing you from reminiscing old memories and you quickly reached for your cell as a familiar name was on the screen.

“Jessie.”

“Bitch tell me you got the invitation. I can barely control myself right now!” You could hear her breathing on the other end and let out a laugh. 

“Girl I got it.” You grinned and she squealed on the other end.

“Y/N this shit is huge. We’ll be covering a party in Wakanda! I need to get my braids redone TONIGHT. We’ll need some new fits. We gotta show out and we got to do it right!” She said and you smiled to yourself. 

“Yeah. I’ll probably get some locs done and see if Riri can fit check me while I pack.” You told her and she clapped her hands. 

“Bitch I can’t wait! I’ll see you Friday at the airport. Make sure you have your good lens. Might need some wide shots." 

"What airport? This is Wakanda we are talking about. Where we were personally invited. Girl, we won’t need to go to the airport.” You chuckled remembering how your invite said the Dora milaje will pick you and your partner up from your place. 

“Ou shit! Ya girl got to get her hoe fit ready. I’ll see you Friday girl.”

“Bye.” You hung up the phone and eyed the invitation sitting on your bed. Standing up you walked over to your closet with a wide grin. You were going home.

[thedemonicpup]

Midnight Skies and Chocolate eyes

By Ripley Salem

                     Chapter 5: Minor Illusions. 

Steve's vision was a blurry mess between the reality he was in and the dissociative memories that were flashing by his eyes. Being in the Munson trailer sparked something in Steve's mind, a trauma. Steve had never accepted that he was traumatised by all the events of the prior year, needless to say he was. But not only were the images showing Eddie but also the body of Billy was displaying itself in front of him. This was utter torture to Steve as his eyes erratically flicker around trying to determine if what he is seeing is real. 

One of Steve's memories seemed all too real to be a fantasy, cowering back into the door in order to try and make himself as small as possible. “Oh look what we have here” comes a voice that snaps Steve out of his panic and torment, the voice was very well known to Steve…so was the fist that had once connected with his face. “H..hargrove? No..this can't be real..you died!”  Steve stutters out to seemingly nothing, there was no one around Steve at this moment. Steve shakes his head questioning his own sanity he was sure he had just heard Billy's voice as clear as day, as Steve questions it the voice speaks out again in the midst of a chuckle “one cannot just simply die Steve, nothing in this town is as simple as that you would know.” 

Steve abruptly stands up his legs weakened and his mind broken and cracked, taking a breath and mustering the courage. Steve speaks again in a mumbled tone. “Show yourself, I can't see you to believe that you are still here.” 

Shuffling and scuffing of shoes rock the trailer growing closer to Steve. Steve holds his breath and looks where the shuffling was coming from, his eyes widened as he sees the so-called heartthrob of Hawkins round the corner. 

Billy looked very worn and beaten, his normal dirty blonde locks were now splattered with dirt and blood, Billy gives his signature smirk at Steve as their eyes meet in a surprised and almost glad gaze. Steve rolls his eyes playfully at Billy “you and that damn smirk but man…I have missed it” Steve makes his way over to Billy and pulls Billy into a tight embrace. Billy was caught off guard but there was no reason for him to keep up his bad boy persona, Billy wraps his arms around Steve with a small smile to follow. “It's nice to see you too, Harrington.”

About an hour goes by within which both Steve and Billy talk and cry together. It was strange to see Billy embrace his emotions other than anger but this was a nice side to see of Billy. “Why are you here hargrove? How did you get here?” Steve asks quizzically with a raised brow, he knew that the last time he had seen Billy, he witnessed Billy get impaled by the Mind Flayer leading him to certain death.

Billy chuckles as he had his arm draped over Steve's shoulders “I was brought here by something that had been telling me what to do, I'm not afraid Steve…it is quite empowering to have such control. To be able to have those bend to my whim anytime I want them too. I have watched so many people perish like they should.” A darker chuckling comes from Billy. 

Steve was looking at his lap as the conversation had taken a darker turn, he hadn't yet realised that Billy was in league with Vecna's plans from the very beginning. “You can't save him Steve, that boy you loved so dearly he's already gone.” Billy's face morphs out revealing a terrifying sight. Steve glances over at Billy to question what he meant to be startled by the harrowing face of Eddie. Steve didn't know what to believe, was he hallucinating or was this real? Steve swiftly backs up away from the form that had the cold dead face of his beloved munson, trying to fight tears and snap himself out of this delusion but to no avail. Steve's eyes couldn't move away from the face he was seeing as the sting of tears flow like a floodgate opening. “No…no! You're not real!” Steve cries in protest as he backs away almost cowering to the terror that was inflicted on him. 

The form stands up many what sounded like bones crunching was to follow as the form starts making its persuit. 

Steve gets to his feet and takes off running out of the familiar trailer in any direction he didn't have a plan. 

In a way, was this a metaphor?

[itzy0megaverse]

A!Itzy's reaction to you suprising them on Christmas day!!

I know this isn't requested but it's Christmas!! 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Merry Christmas everyone xx

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Yeji

As upset as she was, she was acting pretty normal. She wanted you to be there with her sure but she wasn't going to let it ruin her Christmas. She just put you to the back of her mind and enjoyed Christmas with her members.

Yeji's card had a suspicious note in it that made her smile. It simply said "check the fridge". Looking in the fridge found her a new note with "check Ryujin's wardrobe". After 10 more notes the last was to look by the front door. As she was approaching the last location she sped up. There's no way it could be.. but what if? Yeji swore she could smell your sweet scent.

And she could. You were right there by the door with gifts in hand ready for each member. They didn't matter to Yeji though. So much so she nearly knocked them to the floor as she yanked you into a hug. Yeji just needed to hold you for a while, nose nuzzled up into the scent glands of your neck, just letting reality sink in. Needless to say, she spent the rest of the day with a smile on her face.

Lia

The members were a little worried about Lia she'd told them you wouldn't be coming over for Christmas... She seemed really sad at the time but on the actual day.... She's running round the place like a maniac!! Super energetic!! Arguably the most excited one there. They were confused as hell to say the least.

But when the doorbell rang they weren't confused. Lia was though. She wasn't expecting anyone over but the rest of the members where. They knew exactly who was stood behind that door and so gently forced Lia to open it.

When she did Lia froze.... Just before the floodgates opened and she latched onto you. Turns out she was really upset by you not being there so faked happiness to try and enjoy the day (even though she didn't feel that way). So now you were actually here, she was even MORE excited than before.. Well... After the tears ended that is.

Ryujin

Something wasn't right. Something just didn't seem right. Ryujin had been feeling pretty normal all day. Christmas isn't a big thing to her or her family so to her it was just a normal day. She was a little sad she couldn't spend it with you as it's normally for couples but she'd gotten over that.

No, the issue today was the fact she could still smell you. It started since she woke up. Ryujin couldn't quite place what was wrong till she realised it was the scent... Then she realised that scent was of an omega.... Then she realised that scent was of you.... Ryujin thought maybe she just missed you more than she realised but that was all thrown out of the window when Yeji passed her a note.

"Under your bed." Under my bed? What's under my bed? Quickly darting back to her room, Ryujin dropped to the floor to look and found your smile staring back at her. Excitedly, she yanks you out from underneath and pins you down to the floor with a bear hug.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong was upset. There's no two ways about it. She wasn't crying or sulking or anything too dramatic. She just wasn't in the mood for anything happy. If her members tried to cheer her up with cards or gifts she'd just offer up a weak smile and a quiet thank you. What Chaeryeong wanted most in the world right now was you.

Yuna told her she had something that could cheer Chaeryeong up but she needed to go wait in her room for a while first. A little confusing but Chaeryeong welcomed the alone time so agreed. After trying very hard (and not really succeeding) to not think of you, Yuna opened up the door looking a little dishevelled saying her present was ready. This time it was very confusing but she followed Yuna none the less.

Chaeryeong followed Yuna into the living room where the members were surrounding a giant box. "That's for me!?" She warily asks. The members nod and so Chaeryeong cautiously opens up the lid... Only to practically dive indie it when she sees her 'gift'. You were sat in that box waiting for your alpha but her slightly crying into your shoulder isn't what you expected. It didn't last for long but she did cling to you with a giant smile the rest of the day.

Yuna

Yuna hadn't been herself. She was still smiling. Still laughing. Still teasing. But she was different. No one could really picture what it was specifically but she was just off. Maybe it was the slow smiles. Maybe it was the slightly sad eyes. Maybe it was the staring off into space if she thought she was alone.

Either way, when one of her members slapped their hands down onto her shoulders, she smiled and laughed. Turing around to annoy whoever it was back, her eyes welled up. Her arms wrapped around you protectively but your ears were being squealed into.

The rest of the day consisted of making the other members sick of seeing you kiss all day and constant teasing about how lovey dovey you are. Yuna was by your side all day and you weren't sure whether it was a protective alpha side kicking in or just her wanting to be with you. It didn't matter to you. You were just happy to be there.

[dreamingofyeo]

crescent: chapter 10 ☾⋆⁺₊✧

Ties of frailty

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And so it was settled. You and Hongjoong would officially join the elves in their quest to unite the magical forces and reclaim the lands igoras usurped. The questions brought about from the revelation of Hongjoong’s relations with this Seonghwa swirl around your mind like a rainstorm. The second you’re dismissed from Fraijia, the floodgates open.

“How do you know Seonghwa? You don’t appear to think of him fondly.” You delicately pose the question, just as lightly treading down the staircase to reach the forest floor.

Hongjoong tenses lightly and sends you a tight lipped smile, he shakes his head as if shaking off a memory of great discomfort.

“My dealings with Igoras go far beyond our first meeting Arla. It was 4 years ago, Darium- king of Igoras himself the bastard- came to us and offered our group full pardons in exchange for bringing Seonghwa to him. He’d exhausted all his best assassins trying already, we were his last option. If we couldn’t accomplish it, we’d be out of the picture anyway, he had nothing to lose in retrospect. Anyway, he didn’t count on one of our own already having ties to Seonghwa- the friend I told you about. Though he would have never agreed of course. His father- our leader- kept him completely in the dark. Seonghwa got lured to us and was completely oblivious, under the guise of our healer requiring some rare enchanted herb. They’d planned to immobilise him whilst he slept before taking his leave in the morning… When my friend caught wind of the true reason for his being there, he informed me thinking I also did not know. It’s one of my greatest regrets, as a friend and as a person… Needless to say, that perspective shift led to us tipping Seonghwa off. He fled of course, but not before raising our camp to the ground, some of us didn't make it through the night. I took the blame and was banished the same night.”

You’re taken aback to say the least, the thought of Hongjoong willingly going along with something like that stirs nausea in your gut.

“You said you left?” Is all you can muster.

“same difference, I would’ve left anyway after that. The point is, Fraija thinks he will now view it as him owing me and will therefore consider helping us.”

You nod in understanding. Now at the bottom of the stairs looking out into forest. The stag from your first day in Reynyr is just visible in the distance. 

“What was your friend’s name?”

Hongjoong meets your eyes and smiles, a mournful one containing years worth of happiness.

“San, Choi san.”

You return the smile and bask in the tranquility of the forest for only a moment, before being interrupted by Hongjoong’s favourite individual.

“As fascinating and revealing as your little backstory is Hong, if you two lovebirds are quite finished it’s time to get going.” Hyunjin swirls past you both in a flurry of sass and nonchalance- an infuriating combination for the newly named ‘Hong’.

“Hong?” the man himself questions, his head tilted in mild irritation.

“I- Where are we going?” You inquire, choosing to gloss over the later part of the elf’s nonsense. 

“You, dear humans, are going to the wolves. I, am going to find snacks to watch the looks on your faces to.” He sniggers as Felix jumps down from whatever tree he’d been perched in for the past five minutes. 

You gulp in anticipation, Felix stands behind you and Hongjoong, a hand on each of your outside shoulders before sticking his head between you both.

“It’ll be fine, they’re friends.” He chirps happily before lightly pushing you both forward to follow Hyunjin.

“Just don’t look the big one in the eye when he’s all big and scary, he won’t tolerate your face as easily as me.” Hyunjin laughs over his shoulder.

“Oi, Chan is lovely what are you on about?” Felix laughs back

Hongjoong huffs under his breath before muttering something about when he gets his (your) dagger back and you can’t help but laugh too.

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After a while of walking through the forest, you all arrive at the clearing where the wolves first made their presence known to you. A shiver goes down your spine as you step carefully around a small puddle of blood on the ground. All other traces of the attack are gone, making the area all the more eerie. Felix gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before offering his hand to aid you over some large rocks at the edge. The foliage on the other side is trampled, bracken leaves pressed into the forest floor haphazardly; large paw prints confirming this to be the spot the wolves had emerged from. You wonder what to expect, what form they would be in upon your official meeting, if there are any dos and don’ts depending on which. Hongjoong jumping down from the rock behind you spares you from further thoughts though, you all begin walking again. 

Not five minutes later you and Hongjoong pull yourselves up and freeze. A loud snap sounding to the left. Felix turns to you both.

“We’re nearly there. They always have a scout around their borders, today he’s here to escort us.” 

Upon finishing his sentence, the tall foliage to your left begins to part. One paw steps out, then a snout. More and more of the wolf emerges, you try harder and harder not to back away. He surveys you and Hongjoong carefully for a moment before walking past you until he’s situated in front of the elves- they all bow their heads respectfully and you and Hongjoong exchange a quick glance before following along.  Hyunjin breaks the formal silence with a step towards the wolf. 

“Hello Han.”

“Hyunjin, Felix. I see the time has come then.”

“Indeed it has.”

You’re stunned. He spoke? His mouth did not move? You look over at Hongjoong in shock, he looks back at you in confusion- yet it seems misplaced. In a hushed tone you ask him if he heard the wolf now known as ‘Han’ speak.

“No? You did?”

Felix chuckles lightly.

“You have elven blood in you, and more magic than anticipated apparently. You can hear any magical creatures words as well as I it would seem.”

“Wow…” you let out under your breath, now in awe.

Han looks at you directly then. 

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Arla.” 

His words raise questions that fill your mind for the remainder of the walk to the wolves’ camp. 

<-chapter 9 - chapter 11->

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[manor-tea-time]

any sad/angst fact you can tell us about your muse?

Hehehehehehehe anon you have opened the floodgates for me to be real silly and goofy.

Some general CW/TWs: Lots of Dark Themes, Death/Mention of corpses, Suicide Mention, Scaring, Delirium, and History just...sucking.

Just,,, be careful in general y'all.

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Ivy ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ:

-First and foremost, her mentor, Sally Hemingway died at the Morr's estate. Her whole search/trip to the manor was essentially for nothing. What's worse, she couldn't even find the body. Just the overwhelming smell of death surrounding a group of old sewing mannequins.

-In the absence of Miss. Sally, Ivy was left with Mr. Carlton to help make sure that Sally's boutique stayed afloat in her absence. However, after her assumed elopement with a mystery man or death, Ivy was forced to pretend to be Sally until Mr. Carlton could figure out where on earth they'd gone.

-Needless to say Ivy has no real sense of who "Ivy" is or was anymore. She's gotten too used to falling back onto her charade. The only thing that is truly hers is the scar thats burned over her left eye, and even thats mimicry.

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Wayne (-⊕ ζ ⊕-) < :

-His sister was actually about to make a full recovery from her illness before Shadowed Man attacked their house. She was noted saying how excited she was to be able to outside and relax during the summer.

-On the note of sicknesses, if any of his friends got sick he'd probably assume they were dying like his sister and kinda loose his mind a bit with trying to make sure they got better.

-Wayne ironically didn't have any symptoms of paranoia or even any severe fears before his interaction with Shadowed Man. The shadow kinda just fucked him up that much with their interactions. Of course, this has only gotten worse within the manor. Get this man therapy.

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LeRoy 🗝️>(⊗▼⊗´)•ζ :

-LeRoy is in deep denial about a lot of things that have happened to him over the years of working at the park. Did he get pushed off of a ledge? Nah he tripped. His Girlfriend's death? Nah she just broke up with him. Thats why he's always been all smiles when faced with like literal horrors. Get this man therapy pt 2.

-On the note of the creature, the reason he kept getting unknowingly attacked was that the park was trying to silence him before he found out too much and took it to the media. In Oleander's words, he was "Too curious for his own good."

-After LeRoy's disappearance into the manor, Oleander was able to successfully convince a large amount of the public that LeRoy just kinda... offed himself after his girlfriend's death.

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Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,) :

-Miss Manni's disappearance wasn't really ever looked into as it was almost automatically assumed to be an elopement with a mystery suitor.....Miss Manni wasn't even seeing anyone at the time.

-The reason Miss Manni goes by Miss Manni instead of Sally is that she basically sees Miss Sally as dead. Even if they are the same person, Miss Manni is the current incarnation to Sally's death.

-Before the manor, Miss Manni saw Ivy as something similar to a younger sister or family member. So now, seeing her in a place like this, in constant danger and with such a drastic change to her behavior tends to worry her quite a bit. However, she fears the fallout that would occur if she told The Costume Maker the truth, so she tends to watch from afar.

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Eleanor (´⬬_⬬`) < :

-Eleanor doesn't fully remember parts of her previous life. Especially in her last few moments as she was constantly on the edge of delirium, hallucinating figures around her room muttering apologies to her. Those "figures" may or may not have been family and friends that had been too late to help her.

-Eleanor also doesn't remember her parents warning her of the darker sides of ballet studios at the time. Their antics to try to keep her away from them getting more and more dangerous.

-What she does remember are calm moments, like an architect that she thought was pretty. Before she got locked away, she was debating asking her to a spring dance in the town square.

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[thilsworld]

[Oct 25th 2024]

Dear diary

It has (once again) been a while since I posted, but this time instead of it being cause I was being forgetful about it, I had a genuine breakdown and couldn't get myself to open any social media at all out of fear.

I learned how to add a read more so I'll put one below this since this post will be LONG but I guess a small introduction for what it's about would be smart so people know what they get when they might decide to click read more

Basically on Instagram I have a kpop trading account. And there I made an infographic about the ties to zionism of one specific kpop idol, saying I was dissapointed in that singer and hoped to see change. And well... fast forward and my actual face was the first thing you'd see on Twitter when you looked up this idol, and people were bullying me for my appearance and telling others to report me on every social they could find me on, as well as me receiving hundreds of death threats per minute

So yeah this post will be entirely about that experience, since this blog is basically my diary

Okay time for the cut off

Where do I even start with this.

⚠️ Trigger warning! Mention of threats of murder, suicide, voilence, assault and rape, mentions of homophobia, transphobia, ableism and fatphobia, and mentions of my own depression and a previous suicide attempt. Yes it's a lot...

To protect my privacy, I'm not gonna name what kpop idol this was about. The pictures of me are still out there, so I want to avoid the chance of someone seeing this, looking the idol up, scrolling a bit and finding my face all over twitter. So I'll be replacing the idol's name with Bob LMAO

Bob is from a MASSIVELY popular kpop group, however for some reason I had not seen anyone talk about the zionism that was both prevalent in their career and what we know about their personal/social life. So I collected some sources and made a short post about it, just for my instagram mutuals to be informed. My account is quite small in following (about 1k followers, which isn't much for a kpop fan account of any type) so I didn't really think it'd cause any issues if people would be upset with the facts being shared, since my mutuals are all very understanding people and we have a nice openminded community within my circles.

Fast forward a few weeks, to my birthday actually, and suddenly a MASSIVE account messages me, telling me to take down the post and "stop spreading misinformation", while using homophobic and ableist slurs in the same sentence. I just blocked them and posted on my instagram story something along the lines of how weird it was to randomly receive that. But then it was like the floodgates were opened. HUNDREDS of DM requests came in with all sorts of things to say. Death threats, rape threats, people telling me to kill myself, lots of slurs, all out of nowhere. At first I tried responding but it was no use (obviously).

After having guessed that massive fanpage might have sent their followers to harass me after I blocked that person I just turned off DMs. But that didn't help cause by then they just went to the comments of all my old posts.

As I was talking about this on my instagram story one of my closest friends informed me a tweet was made telling people to report and harass me for "bullying and harassing Bob". The tweet had over 50k views at that point even though it had only been up for about half an hour. Needless to say I was terrified.

My twitter, which has the same username as my instagram, was also being bombarded with messages and notifications of people mentioning me in their tweets.

As I was figuring out how to change my account to private (since it was a business account and I needed to first undo that), someone actually found a picture of me. I don't show my face online often and only on my instagram stories and not posts, but somehow one of those people found it bt combing through my archive/highlights. That picture was than posted on twitter with a text along the lines of "why are all Bob antis always ugly pigs" and my username attached to it. Fatshaming and bullying for my appearance then started blowing up.

To try to explain what I was doing at that moment: panicking. My instagram, which was my go to place for doing my biggest hobby, was being mass reported and could be banned at any moment because of that, my face was leaked on twitter with hundreds of quote tweets and comments calling me all sorts of things, and before I was able to finally private my account I had received hundreds upon hundreds of death threats among other things. I was crying, on the edge of a panic attack, all cause of one "i am dissapointed in Bob even though I am a fan of his" post.

I made a new instagram account and started messaging my friends the username so they'd be able to find me still if my main account got banned. I started making backups of all my posts, I took those really long scrolling screenshots of my entire following list so I knew where to find everyone in case my account would dissapear. Since my account was for trading photocards (which means sending mail to each other) I had to start unsending EVERY message containing my information like legal name and address in case I'd be hacked. I also deleted twitter cause there was no way for me to stop people from posting about me as I couldn't just make it impossible for those to be visible for me.

After a few more hours a friend informed me that the 2 tweets (the "report this person" and the picture) had both passed over 100k views. If you looked up Bob on twitter I was the first thing people would see.

Now I want to just say here, my friends and mutuals, and even followers I had never interacted with before, were all such a huge help with my mental state. Due to all the death threats I was spiralling BADLY. I have a history of very severe depression and have attempted suicide at one point, by now 8 years ago. But having so many messages come in telling me to try it again did a big number on my well being.

But my friends, mutuals, and other followers really came through, sending me supportive messages, offering to help report the bullying on twitter since that way I wouldn't have to see what they said, people started sending me videos and pictures and memes to distract me from the negativity, all in an effort to protect my sanity. And for the most part it worked! Sure the tweets were still up, and if I were to unprivate my account the threats would immediately come in again, but for a while I felt very loved. Still stressed beyond believe, but loved none the less.

~

Right now it's 3 days later. My instagram is still on private and I have no plans to download twitter again (ew).

My mental health is in a very weird place right now.

I am at peace, ish. Emotionally I am doing quite alright as long as nobody reminds me of what is happening. Well... If you consider no emotions at all "quite alright" I guess

But the stress of it all, the fear of being hacked and doxxed, the intense spiral I went down, the panic, it drained me so much mentally.

I left the house today, and almost got hit by a car cause I am so out of it mentally I couldn't focus on where I was cycling. I keep dropping stuff, and if my mom tries to talk to me it just goes in one ear and out the other, no matter how hard I try to listen. It's like my brain has no space left after all that happened.

I don't know when I'll be able to open up my Instagram account again. Considering photocard trading and collecting is my biggest hobby, and you can't trade with people unless you can talk to them, I need it to be open again at some point. Otherwise I can't do this ever again.

But according to my friends who keep an eye out, the tweets still get replies, the views on those tweets keep increasing, and they keep calling for people to report me or to wait until I unprivate my account so they can harass me again. It's less and less people per day, but it's not done.

I've learned a lot from this. Like "don't say anything that can be interpreted as hate for a famous artist, unless they can't trace it back to you". I've learned to immediately unsend my address information after a trade is done, so I don't have to do it all at once over the course of hours if it's suddenly at risk of being seen and leaked.

But I've also learned my friends, mutuals, and even kind strangers will be there for me if needed. Them reporting the tweets, sending me lovely messages, distracting me from it all, protecting me from looking at twitter myself, it all helped me so much.

Oh yeah and I learned some very creative ways people can insult you. Most of then sucked but by the time I was kind of doing okay I could actually laugh at some. Being called a fa🐐 is definitely something. Or "🪢 use this to 💀" which is a very creative way to make it understandable by the AI that checks reports. And at some point I did start feeling hungry from seeing all the pizza and fries emojis LMAO

So yeah... Dear diary? People can be extremely toxic online and make you want to dissapear of the face of the earth (or internet). But other people will give you hope in humanity again. If I was writing this on a paper diary it'd probably be drenched in tears right now, and I can only imagine how long it'll take for me to unpack all of this in my next therapy appointment, cause I fear the current lack of emotions is due to me subconsciously repressing them for my own safety. And I can't listen to music by Bob without literally bawling my eyes out. But hey at least I already have therapy! Now I don't have to wait months to get help.

And in 2 days my family will visit for my birthday celebration. So hopefully that'll make my birthday better than the actual birth date was

Signing off now. Much love,

Thil ✨

[stillunusual]

Leeds United: Meslier, Bogle (Byram 84), Firpo, Ampadu, Struijk, Rodon, Aaronson, Ramazani (Piroe 84), Joseph (Tanaka 90), Gnonto (Schmidt 90), Gruev (Rothwell 90).

Subs not used: Darlow, Bamford, Debayo, Crew. This was an unconvincing win against a shit Cardiff team who had to play most of the game with 10 men. Leeds made very hard work of what should have been a much more emphatic victory….

We'd already missed a couple of sitters by the time Willy Gnonto was brought down just outside the Cardiff box when he was clean through on goal. To his credit, Gnonto got back up, continued his run and was then fouled again inside the penalty area. The ref decided to punish Cardiff for the first offence, and awarded us a free kick (which - needless to say - we didn't score from) but also sent off the Cardiff defender.

However, we didn't have to wait much longer for our first goal - Largie Ramazani opened his account for the Whites with a superb strike that he celebrated with a back flip, which inspired Gnonto to also do a cartwheel….

From this point on Leeds were totally dominant, and I thought the floodgates might open, but we carried on missing chance after chance, including a penalty (which Pascal Struijk messed up).

Daniel Farke waited until the 84th minute to make his first substitutions, but was almost immediately rewarded when Joel Piroe finally sealed the points with a great finish.

In summary it was an important away win, but a performance full of the usual frustrations. We have one of the strongest squads in the league but seem to be playing below our capabilities, and I can't help thinking that a better manager could get a lot more out of these players….

To be fair, Leeds have been the superior team in every one of our league games so far, but we've dropped points by failing to convert too many of the goal-scoring opportunities we have created.

[cheaphousespending]

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[ucancallmegina]

As of lately, been going back and forth with return back to my ‘Jenna Hamilton’ days.. as the first year this blog was everything I never knew I needed and lost track somewhere. A lot of things have changed, gotten better, gotten worse, ignored and as of lately, hella emotional. Been trying to make strides to do the things I like/love to do and seems like when one thing gets start and moving all of a sudden it comes to a stand still or there’s self doubt and at times, reasons I have no idea about. My goal or intention was to get my house in order, sage the Work Monday off and relax until in a 6.5 hr coma commences before I come out and do it again the next day. Unfortunately, none of that happened as once a wave came over me—feeling like I need to cry, I did. Better out than in is what I always say but I don’t like to let it out because once the floodgates open … they open.. and after the tears, I’m pretty blah.. and just got to bed or couch surf. dealing with my emotions has always been difficult to day the least. I’m s work in process and trying to do better… it’s hard to when feelings are all over the place, emotions on Destiny’s Child… or maybe the BeeGees.. just cause I kinda like their version better #SorryNotSorry. But needless to say this started back up thanks to Monday… Today, yes, Monday—dumb ass day of the week🙄… As much as today inspired me to get back to blogging..today was a rollercoaster… chat later

CY A✨

[eclectichellmouth]

We (early 2000s California) didn't do Red Asphalt, but we did have the fake crash scenario acted out, and also a ton of speeches by various MADD (mothers against drunk driving) parents who had lost kids to drunk driving. It was pretty grim (like... these women were at the podium breaking into tears describing the gruesome deaths of their kids for public safety?) but I have no idea if it was impactful - I spent the time doodling weird mechanical hybrid people in my sketchbook because I never went to school functions anyway*.

* Fucked up side story - you were not allowed to go stag to my highschool's prom (the only reason given being "it's prommmmm you can go stag to any of the other dances but this one has to be traditionalllllll"), so you had to sign up for tickets with your date when you bought them (they were not cheap.) If you tried to circumvent this by signing up with a same sex friend you both had to have signed waivers from both your parents acknowledging that you were in a homosexual relationship - this then opened the floodgates to all kinds of bullying, whether the relationship was legit or not. Needless to say my friends and I did not go and had our own much more fun party.

please i'm trying to figure out if my high school's administration was insane or something.

[totopopopo]

Spider pig , spider pig, does whatever , a spider pig does