#obviously this doesn't guarantee that I will sleep well but my chances are so much better

[asinglesock]

I slept so much today AND we're falling back tomorrow so I get even more time to sleep AND I'm only working at caregiving job this month so my work is going to be contained to regular business hours <3 <3 <3

[self-indulgent-devils]

Crimson x fat reader that he just loves to spoil. My gf and I feel like he has such a weak spot for fat people. When he sees someone fat that attracts his attention, he is WEAK for them. He will already have clothes bought so fast for them and guaranteeing that they fit you. Crimson will absolutely love to hold you against him no matter your size (even if you're way taller too) and to feel your body squish against his. He will love to feel your stomach and any other fat rolls you have. He will absolutely make sure you're well fed. A big thing for mafia men is that their wife is looking gorgeous and so he obviously wants you to look good. And to look good is to make sure you're well fed. He doesn't want to see you starve ever. If you lose weight as your own choice or for health reasons or whatever, that's one thing. But starving ain't the way to do that anyway. So you better believe he's gonna have amazing meals prepared to make sure you get the fuel that you need.

Crimson is definitely secretly a big cuddler. Though he's never really cuddled with anyone before, not even his late wife except for when they first started dating maybe. But with you? He can't resist it. You're very cuddly and lovable so he will absolutely hold you close in bed as y'all sleep.

If anyone says shit about your weight or tries to make you feel bad about it or feel ugly for it then he is going to make sure they're added to his wonderful collection of wall decor very quickly. He fucking loves you the way you are and that's what matters. And after that's taken care of, he's going to make sure you know exactly how he feels about your body and that you are HIS for a reason and that reason is that he's absolutely obsessed with you.

Crimson would always want a hand around your waist or to be able to feel you at any chance he can get. Even as a subtle sign of "this bitch is mine" while he's busy doing other stuff. And if he wanted to, he would love to have you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you're so large it makes him look so small, he's gonna make sure he can have you close to him.

He will first fall for you for your looks and body, but he's not opposed to your personality. After all, if you truly annoyed him then he wouldn't have wanted to be with you or he would have killed you and added you to his collection. Like the body is what he loves, but he wouldn't be able to stand it if he didn't also love you as a person. And he tends to be a difficult man to please. So if you're sitting pretty as his spouse or anything close to him then you better believe that means you are worth it. And NOT just for your body.

He's a man of art and he will absolutely want to have paintings and/or sculptures done of you. He needs at least one painting of the two of you together, but he is perfectly fine with just other paintings of you. In various clothes, maybe even nude if you would allow it. Though if the painter wasn't extremely restrained and the painter so much as looked at you wrong then he would be dead. After all, no one can love your nude form like he will, not even in a purely artistic sense. It was for him to enjoy.

Even if his family didn't have the money, he would find a way to get you nice things. Not only is it important for his partner to be well dressed and spoiled, but he also just wants to make sure you live a lavish life aside from all the crimes. Doesn't matter if he has to rip it from a dead body and present it to you as if he bought it from a store. You WILL be spoiled with him.

If you can take care of yourself and can be pretty hard or cruel yourself then he will love you anymore. He wouldn't mind someone soft and innocent, it would just make that much more protective of you and he would see to it you were never without security. But if you could protect yourself, kill, use weapons, etc., he would absolutely love you so much harder for it. And he'd feel more confident knowing you were not only loyal to him, but you could protect yourself. He wouldn't mind caring for a more defenseless partner, but he prefers it when he doesn't have to worry about his lover. He has enough things to deal with.

No matter what, you would be Crimson's trophy, his prized possession, the most gorgeous gemstone he could have. You would be a rare treasure that he would absolutely adore. He may never admit it or let it show, but he would be absolutely weak for you in every way. He loves himself a fat person and he will make sure you never forget just how attractive he finds you.

[a-milkbread-bun]

Manhwa~ The Emperor reverses time

Ok y'all need to get heads up about the FL of this manhwa. Because, She. Will. Frustrate. You.

This is basically a regression story, but opposite gender. Usually the FL is the one who regresses n mostly ends up leaving her lover or husband who mistreated her. Here however, the Emperor after the death of the Empress (ofcourse!) realises both the Empress's love for him and his own feelings for her. And the like the FLs who always get to go back in time as a blessing or apology from God, our ML has to pay a price for the time trip. But he doesn't mind. He vowed to make her the happiest in second chance he got. Mind you, he goes out of his way to do it.

Well, okay. You might say he mistreated her, he deserves it. Agreed. Even up till the 69th chapter, he is ashamed of his past self and is haunted by the then him. He seems to have mental disorders and borderline anxiety issues. He sleeps with a sword under his bed. Oh well.

Now our darling FL. Till the age of 7 or 8 Elizabeth was abused my her parents who tried to make her into a doll fit to become the Empress. She was whipped, forced to wear such tight corsets, that even adult women in the manhwa got horrified upon hearing. The ML, Leon gets her out of the hellhole along with the help of his loving parents. Who proceed to love the heck out of her. She was showered with love, in the palace of the Emperor than in the Duchy palace she lived. She deserved the happiness the Prince (ML), his mother, and his father gave her. At some point she started liking the prince and also felt a bit jealous of the fact that the little prince had what she could never have, namely parents and their vast love. She kind of avoids him until he fesses up.

Ok...

Fast forward to them in their teens, now her issue is that she loves him. She is okay with saying her feelings out for him, but afraid of getting rejected so kind of keeps it to herself. Typical red flag habit in manhwa characters. Ik it's for the plot, but I'm kinda done with this one trope. Anyway she confesses, and the ML is scared. Like obviously, duh. He literally reversed time just so she could be happy. What was the guarantee that he could keep her happy, of he couldn't in last timeline? Could he even keep her happy? Would he take away her beautiful smile? While the ML was confused about all this, with devastated expression on his face, the FL, Lizzie was quick to misunderstand him and also quick to think of cancelling their engagement. Leaving the ML, even more vexed if possible. Great move, honey. She mentally corners him, honestly, until again he confesses about his feelings. Twice. Not to mention he was taking care of an age old contract that appeared out of nowhere, which held a lot of sus stuff about ancient marriages that had been happening between the ML & FL's family. Power politics. Add an unknown brother of the FL with not so good intentions and his parents' life almost in danger to the mix, and voila! i say the ML has pretty much suffered whatever the FL had in her past life.

Does it end there?

Hell nah!

She wants to know everything he keeps a secret from her. Wanted to know about the contract, and although it was sort of a test that the Father Emperor gave to the prince to check whether he would be a good Emperor, the FL is the one who solves it, without even telling the ML. um... 😶

Another woman appears. This lady is also good friends with the Empress. But. But, her family is rebelling and to protect her best friend from a different but less popular family, she takes it upon herself to act like double agent for the prince and her father. Like Im still tryna figure out this woman. But that's not the issue.

Our wonderful FL, Lizzie, is jealous. But she won't admit it. Nope. Instead, she just assumes. And misunderstands. Who's surprised again? ik I'm not.

Like gahhhhhh!

She proceeds to think of cancelling the whole damn marriage this time. The vibes i got of her character were that, she herself is unsure whether she seriously loves Leon, but just assumes and refuses to change the beliefs and assumptions that she has about Leonhart.

Frustrating, i tell you.

And since he's taken an oath to make her happy, as you can guess, every time she threatens him with the relationship card and the happiness card, he will withdraw.

Y'all if this was villainess, we'd be calling her something entirely different, alright?! Like this woman really bottles up stuff, instead of talking it out. She will talk with the ML's mother but nop openly, maybe more.

With ML? yeah right.

The way I see it (I haven't completed it. i reached chapter 69, n just had to vent) he is quite close to being carted off to the psych ward.

My problem with the FL's character isn't even the wishy washy dainty girl attitude, it's the way she's manipulating the ML without even realising it. And she knows at this point, that all she needs to do for him to react is, give a fake smile (ML has trauma from her fake smile from the original life when he remembers it), look miserable, and then try to look like she's holding it together, and finally do the age old trick of squeezing out some tears.

Really. The FL of this one puts me off so much. She is such a sweet girl, when she wants to be.

[iturmom]

i just want to say. for the record. that my life is full and rich (if rife with adversity) without that transphobic bastard i was a lil insane abt. i just needed to uhh. get out a bit for lack of a deeper explanation.

also for everything that i have lost since being homeless i have gained something else of equal value. i just get stuck in this mindset where it's like it doesn't matter if i gained something of equal value with the loss bc i would be way better off with a gain and no loss. it's definitely a trauma thing i mean as well as a trapped in poverty all my life and being unable to accept that my efforts don't get me out of poverty thing.

oh and also i wanted to share with the people who are keeping up with my situation but i haven't bc it's not at all guaranteed but then i realized that i can just add that disclaimer and share the good news so- my friend who is here with me told me that she is expecting to get housing at the beginning of july and she will let me crash on her couch for a small fee until i can get on my feet. so obviously there's no guarantee that the offer will still stand by then and there's no guarantee that i will need it by then (although the chances are slim to none that i won't need it ofc but like nothing at all is guaranteed but taxes and death so)

so there's a little bit of hope i think we all deserve a little bit of hope rn. i mean i'm still sleeping on the floor in frankly unsafe and unhealthy conditions and generally being forced to live in the most inhumane fucking way but. i mean frankly i've lived in unsafe and unhealthy conditions most of my life so at least it's not like. unfamiliar. just a little more intense but i guess it gets more intense every fucking time so even that is familiar.

and that just led me to wonder how much worse the powers that be are going to make it for me later on if i have the audacity to keep living because i don't think i can handle any worse than this i mean you are probably aware of the ways i have reacted to this situation if it gets any worse. i can't imagine.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Alright-- so no false apologies necessary, then. The desperation in the other's voice tugs at him uncomfortably, though. It's true that he hadn't made it easy for the other over the past decades, to be able to differentiate between what's real and not. Even if he had a 'tell' to share, some minor body language or trick to indicate if he was lying or not, he's not sure he'd tell Qingxuan, even now. They'll just have to trust him for the time being. "Would you have reacted better if I'd turned up as myself?" he points out. Showing up in Hua Cheng's form had been the simplest solution at the time to avoid any unnecessary dramatics. Looking back on it, it seems to have been a good call, based on Qingxuan's delayed reaction now when it's been years since then. "I didn't have a hand in the timing." If it wasn't for his debt to the other calamity and his unwavering demand to go help the crown prince, He Xuan wouldn't have gotten himself so deeply involved in that battle in the first place.

When Qingxuan's voice raises unnecessarily, he glances around the bar to make sure they haven't attracted too much attention. Do they really have to do this in public? He takes a moment to internally lament, before answering dryly, "Yes, alright? If I hate you again, I'll be sure to let you know right away." He exhales, immediately adding: "But I won't. It's impossibly difficult to hate you. Not for lack of trying on my part... though I did stop trying a long time ago." Admittedly, both the cold words and his exasperated tone might send mixed messages about what he actually feels, which is not a main goal in the middle of a conversation about honesty. There's only one thing he can think of that would spell out his position most obviously. He's been avoiding the topic, because it's embarrassingly close to the heart, so it's his turn to take drink of his alcohol, keeping his face neutral as he asks, "Do you have your Wind Master fan? The one I gave back to you." Telling her about his ashes would be the simplest way for Qingxuan to understand that his capacity for hating them is long gone, but then again-- admitting what he'd done is far beyond mortifying, too. So in the end he only adds, "I wouldn't have given it to you if I only hated you."

Her wanting to feel stable isn't crazy. He Xuan would tell him otherwise, if that was the case, but-- it's not insane to dream of a little stability despite their personality being anything but. A half-frown crosses his face when Qingxuan knocks back another shot; he doesn't know how to improve the situation, make them feel any better. Both of them might be shitty at communication, but this is another place where he fails, too-- he doesn't know how to make her happy. Usually, giving in to whatever they want to do is guaranteed to cheer him up, but that's impossible to do when Qingxuan isn't trying to wheedle him into doing anything for once. Now, he doesn't know where to begin. She catapults from worrying about her face to digging for his phone so fast that He Xuan barely has a chance to respond. "No, it's not bad." Yes, their face is a little blotchy, although somehow Qingxuan is still pretty, even looking like a mess. "...but I'm obligated to tell you that's not a good idea," he adds, slowly reaching out to take Qingxuan's phone from where it'd been sitting facedown on the counter, slipping it under the table instead. He's sure the other won't notice, and it's only until he's slightly less drunk. "Not that I wouldn't love to kill your brother again, by association. But if you want to avoid that, maybe sleep on it first, and don't do it by phone..." Since the Water Master would surely perish immediately if he heard anything even vaguely close to what Qingxuan just said. It had seemed very much like he'd only just recently gotten around to accepting that He Xuan and Qingxuan are on speaking terms, much less... well. If she really intends on telling him, it's a conversation that in order to avoid being disastrous will need a certain level of subtlety and finesse, qualities which the other very much lacks at this level of intoxication. Searching for something to divert them from their quest for the phone, he grasps at the one topic that had always been guaranteed to distract Qingxuan before: "I heard you can change forms again," he notes, a not-so-subtle change of subject. "I wouldn't mind changing forms with you some day. If you want. To make up for... making you upset." He's not entirely sure if his offer will be well-received when Qingxuan's in this kind of worked-up and frankly unpredictable emotional state, but at least he'd given it a shot.

"I don't want you to lie to me. Please don't lie to me again." Qingxuan answered easily, a hint of desperation in their tone. There had already been so much lying. "Though I don't have a way of stopping you. It's not like I know how to tell." There was some bitterness in their words, though it was directed mostly at herself, a lingering frustration in what felt like an utter failure, an inability to read He Xuan after all their years together. Would Qingxuan have had a shot if he knew there might be something more to look for, or would it have been a lost cause no matter what? They had to do better. They couldn't manage it if he had to constantly sit there questioning He Xuan's words, trying to pull out what was the real him versus what was a performance. In He Xuan's defense Qingxuan wasn't actually sure what exactly they wanted an apology for. She couldn't forgive him for killing her brother even if he offered. It was one of the few things she was certain they had to just mutually agree to move past, not rehash again and again. But the way he went about his revenge had still ended in the worst day of Qingxuan's life. It would make him feel more secure if the ghost felt at least a little bad about it. Or maybe an apology for not trying to talk about it with Qingxuan, would that be fair? He Xuan mentioned giving them chances, but it's not like any of those had been clear! He could have at least tried to communicate a little bit better before jumping into beheading. "That- that helps." She said honestly. It was the emotional hurt of it all that still lingered the worst, and he gripped tightly onto the idea that it hadn't all been intentional. Qingxuan groaned, pressing the palms of their hands into her eyes. She knew she was being difficult, she really did! That didn't make it easier to work themselves down from the mood. "But did you tell me it was you? I don't remember seeing you more than that one time, and even then you looked like Hua Cheng. We were in the middle of a fight, and I was still scared of you and didn't have time to think about it at all! Your timing is really bad, you know that?" Was this what they wanted? To get the chance to tell He Xuan off after he'd gotten his chances to speak his piece? If that was the case why wasn't it making her feel any better? It was a little bit of a relief, to see the drinks poured out in front of them, to have He Xuan listen to Qingxuan's request and fulfill it when it felt like something he could do. "But will you tell me if I'm reading something wrong?" Qingxuan asked, too loud for the bar they were currently in. "This time, if you hate me again will you tell me?"

"I don't want to fight." Qingxuan decided, tired, and a little sad, and really not wanting to cry in a bar. He would stand his ground when it mattered, but neither of them were happy. "I just want to feel stable. Isn't that crazy? Me, stable? The wind master wanting to be grounded? Though I guess that already happened." Qingxuan's said, a half laugh at their own slightly morbid joke. Qingxuan reached out, knocking back another shot. They had taken far too many tonight and could feel the warmth from the alcohol, the physical feeling a brief distraction from the onslaught of emotions they had been going through. "My face must look so blotchy. Is it bad?" She asked, patting at her cheeks as she looked at He Xuan with a small concerned frown. It lasted for just a moment before he sat up, coming to a conclusion in the wake of their recent demands of honesty. "I need to tell my brother I'm in love with you." The former wind master declared suddenly, immediately patting at their pockets to try and find her phone.

[amoristt]

Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

as always, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated1 i check all tags and comments <3

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

[heretherebedork]

Francis Watches Tharntype

Goal of Day 1: Watch to episode 4. (ACHIEVED!)

First thought: I don't care about soccer.

Second thought:... let's throw a cut in.

Episode 1

"I... hate gays" lol really, that's where we start? I mean okay.

And, of course, his roommate is gay I mean I already knew that I guess but lol that expression is just... WELL.

I can't even be made yet tbh because this feels kind of goofy to me rather than as serious as it probably should.

I mean, this homophobia is so over the top it's just... kind of stupid? I dunno, y'all, I know that it's a real thing but the way this show does it is just so over the top.

I do like Tharn so far, no denials. He's a good boy.

I mean, even Type knows it's a stupid complaint to just say he's gay and doesn't say it.

"Everyone must be close to their roommate by now." I... dear lord, I lived in dorms for years and I never liked a single one and probably would have happily switched for a chance to live with someone else who behaved better.

Also, just switching rooms without asking if they're gay doesn't guarantee anything dude. Seriously.

Honestly mostly bored right now. Not even Type's homophobia can make me care. Viki REALLY needs a 2x speed option y'all.

I like Tharn's teasing friend. Most fun I've had yet. Also ahahahahaha Type's staring.

Okay, now the homophobia is... I mean, look, it's really bad and unpleasant and yet somehow I'm just rolling my eyes and laughing because I know how this ends, I suppose? But poor Tharn. Though I suppose doing the exact same thing back is equal revenge.

First episode is literally just "Tharn exists and is gay and Type hates it." isn't it. Techno realizing EXACTLY what Tharn means is hysterical and all of Type's friends just not giving a shit is great. Type is so pissed and they're like "Hey, Tharn! Let's hang! :D" and it's darling.

omfg I haven't finished the episode yet HOW IS THIS STILL GOING.

Okay, that kiss was mostly just obnoxious and very uncomfortable but I'm also uncomfortable with all the implications about being near a gay person meaning it makes them gay because, frankly, Type never implies that. Only Tharn.

Do people really group watch porn?

See, the little homophobia is so much worse to me than the big stuff, the little like 'you got drunk with him in the room and this bad thing might happen to you' or 'I've never known one like you before". Thats gets to me worse than Type's grandiose statements.

Teaching Type a lesson is not going to help at all, ugh, I already hate this plot point. Also Techno just ruined all my goodwill for him. Riiiight out the window.

Oh, ew, do not do this to sleeping, drunk people. Like... no. Ew. Boo. I very much dislike this. This is... this is not an okay response to homophobia. Can we just stick to punching, please? Seriously. Yeah, not okay with this at all. This is what I was avoiding. For fuck's sake, there was more consent in H4 than this!

Episode 2

Yeah, imply things at the person who already thinks your a predator. Like, for fuck's sake, this isn't helping anything. Poor Type. I actually feel horrible for him. He's obviously terrified and hurt and Tharn did things to him against his will that he doesn't even know about.

All this is doing is proving that his assumptions were all entirely correct and that all gay people ARE predators. Fuuuck this plot point. Assaulting people to prove that gay people aren't predators doesn't work for some reason.

Oh, Tum and Tar! I'm trash for stepbrothers and still sad that their storyline in LBC never went anywhere and then got destroyed in LBC2. Oh, poor Tar.

Okay, why... why are you going sappy? Child, boy, he is literally harassing you for being gay to the point of absolutely destroying your room. This makes literally no sense.

Oh, a bad masturbation joke. Okay. Fiat did it better.

Type's panic is painful. He's so absolutely terrified. Poor boy. But also, like, Tharn needs to stop pinning people down to win arguments.

I mean, yeah, he hates you? You made out with when he was drunk and left hickeys and then pinned him down and yelled at him and like... seriously?

Ah. Yes. This. I knew this was coming. And, again. Poor Type. Another MAME characters that needs therapy!

Yes, the comfort from the nightmare is cute. Would be a lot cuter if it hadn't been proceeded by assault and huge amounts of homophobia. But, like, I don't get what Tharn is expecting to happen? How the fuck else is Type gonna react to this?!

Also, nightmares are nightmares because they are scary. That's.... literally what they are. Like of course he's scared of his nightmare? If he wasn't, it wouldn't be a nightmare.

Why the fuck are you still waking him up!?!? LEAVE HIM ALONE. Just stop and leave him alone, holy fuck. I'm sick of both of you.

He said he had a headache and was going back to sleep. Why would you automatically assume he's seriously sick?! How does that follow?! But also fuck that Tharn, let Techno take care of him. Like, he's his friend and Type hates you and told you to leave him alone like 436934605439 times.

Oh ew he's way too sick and out of it to consent to that fuck that what the hell is going on here? Poor Type is just not allowed to have free will, I guess? I mean, yes, he's homophobic and pretty disgusting about it but that doesn't give Tharn the right to constantly ignore his wishes and requests.

I can see the chemistry, okay? No denying it. But I just hate all the rest of it.

/eyerolls hard at the whole lying about how took care of him/

Tharn, what the fuck. I'm just so lost on how this relationship turned and also Type is, at least, staying fairly steady.

Oh and Tharn asked someone who can't lie to lie for him apparently. Why? I am so confused. Didn't he agree to lie to Type? Why isn't he? WTF y'all.

Episode 3

If I were watching this week to week, I would not have been excited for this week's episode.

See, the problem here is that they do have real chemistry as friends and as more. But the surroundings make SO LITTLE SENSE and are so actively toxic that I don't want to like them.

See, the biggest thing is that Type has literally EVERY reason not to trust Tharn because Tharn constantly crosses all his boundaries and touches him regularly against his will.

Type is working through an interesting little convoluted argument in his mind about good gay versus bad gay and how he can handle the concept as well as Tharn's presence. While Tharn seems to mostly just be figuring out new ways to molest Type in his sleep.

STOP FUCKING DOING THINGS TO HIM IN HIS SLEEP GODDAMN IT.

lol drinking from a waterbottle. Still prefer Nitiman's version.

I'm sorry, I'm just... this is a strange combination of goofy, slightly disturbing and just plain annoying. I really just want Tharn to leave Type alone and get over his slightly creepy crush on him.

What the fuck, Tharn? Why? Why is this even happening? What the actual fuck? This is just... look, I get chemistry. But what the FUCK. Type, punch him. Seriously. Punch him and punch him hard. Goddamn that was so viscerally uncomfortable for me. Like, I get that it's supposed to be a turning point in their relationship I guess but it's mostly just me feel wrong and dirty. Ugh, poor Type.

Thank you for at least elbowing him. Seriously. Punch him in the fucking face. Please.

And poor Tar. Darling boy deserved so much better and lots of therapy.

I don't care about soccer! At all!

Ugh, seriously, I kind of agree with Type? Not in his homophobic rants and reasoning but seriously they don't have any right to grab him or grope him. It doesn't matter if you're gay or straight, you don't have any damn right to grab him and hang off him without him agreeing to it. You did NOT just approach him for a photo. You grabbed him and hung off him and groped him and didn't take no for an answer! Fuck that. Fuck this. DAMN.

Episode 4

I seriously did not go into this expecting to feel bad for Type so many times. But I do. He has a right not to be groped and assaulted randomly and he shouldn't apologize for them not accepting that his no meant no.

Dude, Type, you've been insulting Tharn this entire time. Literally every moment of the entire show. So how the fuck are you asking him which side he's on in this situation?

lol he threw the line back at him, that's interesting. But wow what an insulting response to Tharn's offer to help. Still feel bad for Type, though. This only happened because apparently no one at this fucking university can keep their hands to their goddamn selves.

What the fuck, Tharn? Also, how the hell would you 'know it's not his fault'? Like... that doesn't even make sense? You know he's actively homophobic so why would any of this be a lie? That doesn't make sense!

And trauma. Wow. I mean, I knew about it so it's not a surprise. But yeah. I will say that this is the best scene so far because at least the touching is consensual for once.

Hey, maybe stop groping people and you won't get people so upset at you!

At least Type's stayed a steady character this entire time. And it absolutely makes sense that he'd assume Tharn told them about his part because Tharn refuses to have a single boundary around him apparently. Even just basic ones.

Is he? Is he really? Because honestly he's never done anything good for you? I mean, I think he's a better guy then you because he doesn't seem to molest people on a regular basis. But still? Really? None of this makes sense. Y'all very confusing.

DON'T GROPE PEOPLE.

Okay, so pressing charges is bad too. Got it.

You know, I'm glad I waited this long to see this. I don't know if I would have watched a lot more shows after this tbh. This and 2gether, both glad I put off a bit.

Well, that was interesting.

I do like the really strange mindgames that lead to everyone accepting that Tharn liking Type would explain this. I mean, they make no sense but whatever fine.

I will admit that i like Type more than Tharn mostly because Type has stayed steady and also, you know, hasn't assaulted anyone. He might be homophobic but it's a reaction to trauma and never getting therapy because MAME obviously thinks that sex is a better solution to things than therapy.

It is very weird to me to prefer the homophobic character to the out gay character and yet here I am... I mean, I don't like any of them (besides Seo, he's fun and I want his hair!) but like... tiny preference?

lol what

i... lol what

You absolutely do not understand how hard I am laughing.

I am CACKLING.

My mind is GONE.

Dude he already gave you hickeys in your sleep and sucked you off in the shower. What even is this? lol what.

I will never deny their chemistry. But dear lord the number of times Tharn has kissed Type before this makes the idea of him saying no to kissing but yes to fucking even goddamn funnier to me.

The chemistry is so mismatched to the story.

Ah, yes, the "I am only a top and a top only' argument. Of course.

Hey, STI testing is better than nothing. I'll take it.

Ugh. I don't like Tharn. He's got that same sort of cockiness to him that I tend to dislike in characters. It's that EXACT personality. Type is more of the tsundere I like with a helping of homophobia and I can handle that as he grows.

First cute moment: ordering Tharn Sprite.

Why do I love MingKit so much and yet hate so many other couples that feel like they should have the same or similar vibe?

Well, that moment of cuddling was also cute.

... Will I keep watching? That's the ultimate question.

[honeyymistt]

hello! I hope you're okay with me coming to you to ask for your perspective/opinion/advice. I don't really have any friends or anyone I can talk to about this.

I've been with my boyfriend for four months now. I met him in a mutual discord server and we were friends for about three months before dating. We bonded so quickly and we both expressed feeling extremely comfortable and safe around eachother. I've never opened up to anyone like I've opened up to him.

At the beginning of the relationship, he was the softest, most affectionate person ever. He always sounded so excited to talk to me and spend time with me, he would compliment me all the time and his love felt so genuine. We said we never wanted to leave the honeymoon phase. We were inseparable.

But as time passed, problems in the relationship rose obviously. The more problems there were, the more distant he'd get. He's not affectionate like that anymore, he's not excited to talk to me or to do anything with me anymore. When I confronted him about it, he said it's because he got too comfortable in the relationship and felt like he had to try harder at first and that his depression makes it harder for him to express affection.

He became really inconsistent and it felt like a constant hot and cold. I'd try to fix things and communicate and things would never change. I've tried to break up with him over it a couple of times now in the past month or two, he'd always beg me not to leave and would say he's trying his hardest and that he'll do his best. I still feel consistently unloved and uncared for.

It was even to the point that I'd have to ask him to care more about how I was doing, how my day was, if I was okay after getting vaccinated. He stopped really caring unless it was jealousy. He's always super invasive about who I talk to, what I'm saying to them, etc and would get upset with me for not telling him even though I've asked him for privacy before.

I don't know if he's with me because he's afraid to be lonely, or if he's scared to lose me but doesn't feel like I'm worth the effort. He always talks about how he hated being alone and always needs to be around people. We sleep call every night and he loves when I give him affection.

I was reading through our messages when we first started dating yesterday and I just started bawling my eyes out. I miss when he treated me that way. I miss being loved in that way. I miss how excited and happy he seemed being with me and having me in his life. I feel like he mostly puts in effort when he thinks I'm leaving/when I try to leave. The highs are so high and the lows are so low.

I'm so heartbroken. I love him so much still and I want to be with him so badly, but I feel so unloved. I lost a friend recently too and I don't know if I can handle grieving this relationship as well. I'm so tired and sad all the time. Maybe he realized I'm not as great as he thought I was.

I don't know if I should stay or leave, doesn't seem like things will change. I still love him and want him, but I'm hurting so badly. Have you ever gone through something similar? How do I let go of someone I love so deeply?

oh :( the things i would do to hug you, hold your hand and tell you that everything is gonna be alright. i'm totally okay with you sending this in for my perspective/opinion/advice - i am beyond honoured that you decided to send this in to me of all blogs.

i'm just going to rip the band-aid right off, okay? i think you should break up with him. sometimes your words don't click in when you tell them to yourself, so i'm going to say them back to you. your boyfriend does not treat you the way you deserve to be treated. He's distant. He's inconsistent. He's invasive of privacy. He doesn't care unless he's jealous. He's hot and cold. When you tried to break up with him, he begged you not to leave and that he would try harder yet you still feel unloved and uncared for.

to answer your question, i've never been in a situation like this before; however, i was in a relationship for about a year and a half and i don't think we ever left the honeymoon phase until the last month (maybe less?). i had a lot of fun in this relationship. i felt loved and cared for, i felt appreciated, beautiful, smart and capable. this is how your boyfriend should make you feel!!!! and i think that's why it's been hard for me to find another person - because the last one treated me so well that i haven't settled for anything less. i think that everyone deserves that type of love.

to answer your second question: you let go because you have to. in your case, because you deserve better. wayyyy better. i saw this thing on instagram and it said "just because you love someone doesn't mean they feel loved by you." he claims he loves you but do you feel loved by him? if the answer is only sometimes, then i guarantee that you will find someone who can do better than that. you can still have love for him but recognize that you deserve better.

give yourself a lot of time to deal with the heartbreak. buy yourself flowers just because. take yourself out on a date. enjoy your own company. it's life changing. i'm not sure if you know Jameela Jamil but she had a post on Instagram and she had a caption about her boyfriend saying that "He is the cherry on top. He is not the whole pie. Do not live for another. Live for who you're going to become and for the fun people you may meet along the way. A woman's [or man's] worth is not reliant upon the love of a man [or woman]." Read this and then read it again.

"Maybe he realized I'm not as great as he thought I was," that's far from the truth. You are amazing and you aren't hard to love. I know that you just recently lost a friend and losing him would be really hard but i'd rather be alone than be with the wrong person. remember that the people in your life come and go all the time. you will meet new people and you will make new friends and form new connections with people - the right people.

he still has a lot of maturing to do.

i know that i said that i think you should break up with him but i just want to make it clear that this is what i would do and it is not intended to come across as me making the decision for you. i will support whatever you choose to do. it is your life!! you know what is best for you. i'm going to end this by asking you a question. if the roles were reversed and it was me in this situation, what would you tell me to do? what advice would you give me? answer the question and then follow your own advice. if you decide to break up with him, i will be here for you every step of the way and you will find someone who treats you right. if you decide to give him another chance, i hope that he treats you a million times better than he has so far; and if it's inconsistent, hot and cold, invasive of privacy, etc. then i hope you have the courage to walk away.

[omegangrins]

A Rant on the End of Tremors 7: Shrieker Island

As the main man said,

Throwing caution to the wind because this blew up elsewhere.

If you can do it with Justice League, fuck it, let's do it for every shitty movie we've got.

While we're at it, can we change the ending of the 7th Tremors movie so *MAJOR FUCKING SPOILERS* Burt Gummer doesn't die or at least bring Jamie Kennedy back, or Marvel style recast Jon Heder, so he dies saving his son instead of a random-ass person who could have easily saved themselves. Or cut the forced montage of Burt clips at the end so his death is at least ambiguous. Seriously beyond pissed about that one. THAT is no way for him to go.

I would also like to point out that the next Tremors *HAS* to be titled Tremors 8: Ouroboros and bring everyone back for Burt's funeral . Otherwise, what's the fucking point?

I have feelings about it, people. *FEELINGS!!!*

One of my favourite childhood memories is picking out Tremors 2 from the local gas station's movie rentals and forcing my parents to watch it. I was probably 5-6 at the time.

Let's say that it's been a lifelong love affair ever since. It took me another 10 years before I even watched the 1st. Probably why I hold good sequels in such high regard.

I didn't even know about the 1st until it played as a trailer in front of 2 and never thought to watch until years later. That's a testament to its filmmaking if I ever knew one.

So seriously, that's how they chose to kill off one of the most well known and prolific characters in a movie/TV series known around the globe? With an unnecessaryily needed death and a montage of clips from all the other movies that are obviously better than this one.

And I'm saying that as someone who defends Chibnall/13th Doctor...

...and I'm fucking fuming because THIS is how you *actually* destroy something people love and hold dear to their hearts. It's like the ending of Game of Thrones. His shitty ass death has made it a loooooot harder to rewatch. And they are one of my favourite series!!! Not flawless but fun. But I will defend every other movie and all the episodes except this. Honestly I'll still defend 7/8ths of this one as well.

Like I said, it's easily fixed too. Fucking vice versa swap out Jon Heder for Jamie Kennedy, who the movies have been building up for the last two, and have Burt save his son in front of his old flame. Boom, you won't even need the montage of clips cause you can just have Travis and his mom reminisce about Burt instead. Show not tell. I don't even care he died by Graboid (although in all honesty, I've allways wanted El Blanco to take him down or Burt kills himself from the PTSD. It would have AT LEAST MADE SENSE. Hell, the best would be a heart attack to callback Val's "Yeah, Burt, the way you worry, you're gonna have a heart attack before you get a chance to survive World War Three.". But none of us ever get the best death.). And it's not even about Burt sacrificing himself to save a nobody. Cause that could work too. BUT YOU NEED TO BUILD THAT SHIT UP. Not just fucking drop it like it's hot.

Like I said too, the first 7/8ths ain't bad but it's an entirely different story than a swansong for a hero.

It's all about some billionaire scientist/cowboy hunter dude who likes to get his jollies off hunting the biggest and the baddest who ends up inviting people to this island so they can hunt down Super-Graboids he designed for shits and giggles. But then some Shrieker-fy....

And the pretentious douches come and die one by beautiful one while Burt tries to save them anyway and it's all spectacularly dumb fun until it comes crashing down in the final 10 minutes. Fuck, they should just cut the last 10 minutes. Then it's a perfect little Tremors ditty.

#RELEASETHE7THTREMORSWITH10MINUTESFROMTHEENDCUT

This isn't even about Jon Heder either. He's just doing his job. Hell, do what /u/VoiceofRonHoward pointed out.

"It is clear that Jon's character was just pasted in over Jamie's, the artifacts of the father-son relationship are all over it. They should have gone full Marvel and just replaced Jamie with Jon and acted like nothing happened."

CAUSE FUCK YES!! The only time a story sucks is when they don't commit. Commitment makes all the difference. Now, I'm pissed double-pissed they didn't do that instead since Heder and Kennedy are similar in terms of white-boy-ness.

Even Michael Gross agrees:

"Yes, yes. Now I can't presume to speak for Jamie [Kennedy]. My understanding was they asked him and he said no. And so that's why they went with somebody else. So I had nothing to do with that decision. I just heard the stories. I missed him for that reason. You begin a relationship with the character, and you want to continue it....

...As you build a relationship with this son, we had two, it would've been nice to have three, but that was the hand I was dealt."

One of my favourite bits of Tremors lore comes from the 5th too so it's not like I hate sequel changes out of hand:

"This is a warrior dance. Our ancestors hunting the lnkanyamba and the Impundulu.

"What's that?

"Impundulu. It's what you call the Ass Blaster.

"Ass Blaster.

"Yes.

"Yes.

"Hey, you know, you make Ass Blaster sound good.

Primitive cultures fighting Graboids, Shriekers and Assblasters. I just love that thought.

Hilariously, my meta opening to the 8th movie would be a flashback to 10,000 years ago and a Neanderthal-like Burt Gummer teaching others how to drive Graboids off cliffs like they did with mammoths.

Thank you for giving me the space to rant. Cause fuuuuuuhhhhhhhhuuccck!!!

Here's Michael Gross' own words from his AMA that prove the people making Shrieker Island didn't know their shit.

"The Tremors series is one very close to my heart and I want you to know how appreciated your continued effort is for your core fan base.

My only question would be were there ever any studio decisions made for Burt that you refused to comply with? Or was everybody pretty much always on the same page on what to do with the character?

Thanks again for your dedication.

- Josh"

"Thanks for the kind words, Josh. As regards the first four films, with Wilson and Maddock as the writers, we were very much on the same page. 5,6, and 7 were a bit different, because there was a 13-year hiatus between 4 and 5, and we had to refresh our memories while "reinventing" the franchise for a new audience. I will give you one example: in an early draft of Shrieker Island, a new writer wrote a draft where Burt threatened to shoot one of the bad dudes, and I had to tell him—this is true—"Burt never intentionally points his gun at another human being."

And his own thoughts on Burt's "death" and how to bring it all back together again.

Universal and the director [came] to me with this idea, and they said, 'This could be emotionally very powerful, if we have to say goodbye to this man after 30 years. And I hemmed and hawed, and I thought about it a little bit. And I said, 'You're absolutely right about the emotional gut punch this can be.' And I said, 'You're going to hurt a lot of people's feelings.' And I said, 'But I thought this franchise was over after four. So I could certainly live with it being over after seven.'

"What we negotiated -- well, it wasn't really a negotiation, we all agreed on this -- is that we kind of left the door open. >!Because although Burt is gone, we never see a corpse. We never see his remains. Everybody assumes he's gone. Is he buried somewhere? Is he unconscious somewhere? We never see Burt dead. We see Burt gone. We see Burt not returning. What does that mean? Has he been knocked out? Does he have amnesia somewhere? Does he wander off? Is he in a kind of coma? So yes, the way it ends is pretty profound."

"As regards to the end of Tremors 7, let me just say that while people ASSUME Burt is gone, we never see his remains, do we? Just sayin.'

"The only reason he has become the main character is that everyone else in the original cast moved on to other things. I NEVER thought of him as the central figure, but it just worked out that Michael Gross, like Burt Gummer, was a "survivor." :0) "

"No one would like to see it more than I!!! One of my greatest regrets is that so many other cast members fell away over time. Reba was on to other things, Kevin said no to a second, Fred said no to a third. I would LOVE one last go with all of them, but it is not up to me. :0( "

"There are no guarantees, but for those who wonder aloud if this is the final film, I will say what I have said before: SALES drive sequels, Show biz is 5% show and 95% business, so if this latest addition to the Tremors franchise, sells well, [Universal] will follow the money, and Universal Pictures Home Entertainment may will be back for more."

/u/ActorMichaelGross, the bell has been rung and the song sung. Get the producers on this ASAP!!

I was also the first person to discover the symbolic foreshadowing of Stumpy's end with Earl's sleeping bag in the original movie.

Let's just say, I really *really* love these movies. So if anyone knows anyone, hook me up to the producers of this series and I'll Justin Lin in the Fast and Furious out of this shit.

Since I don't think it's good to critique without proposing either, I say we can make up for this fuck up with the next movie. We'll call it Tremors 8: Ouroboros. After the snake which eats its own tail.

We find out Burt faked his death to get the Proudfoot Corporation to let down their guard and when everyone from the previous series comes back for Burt's fake funeral they give him ever loving shit for being such a paranoid whack-job that he would fake his death to fool a government agency. Why would he do this? He found an old photo of Hiram Gummer with a Graboid warning on the back and asks himself why this valley, why these things, why allways me? And we find out, it's not Burt. It's that lifestyles of extremes will end up in places of extremes. Burt and the Graboids are survivors of different species. Sure the Proudfoot Corporation IS using Mixmaster to combine Graboids, Shriekers, and Ass-Blasters into one super creature for the military but it pales in comparison to Burt looking at his life and wondering in shame how many ancient giants like himself he has killed. And with that, he actually dies, and we keep the ball rolling with the rest of the characters trying to stop what they allways thought was just another one of Burt's crazy conspiracies.

That's why it's Ouroboros. Everything comes back around. We could end/start the movie with Grady, Earl, and Jodi opening a Monster World in Perfection Valley a la Desert Jack's Graboid Adventure. I don't know. I'm fucking trying harder than the people they paid to do this already.

It ain't perfect but I'm building on sand here so changes are gonna get made.

Like if the makers of Tremors notice this,

Then DM me because fucking A you guys need some help.

[selkiesblog]

The ruse(DracoX OC) Chapter 1- The plan

"mooom please, does she really have to spend the summer here???" The little boy with white silverish hair said pulling on his mother's robe ends, hiding his head over her kilt

Every June until September Saphira Jones would come to his mansion to spend the summer over the Malfoy's

It started as a tradition, the two families were quite fond of each other. Since Voldemort first vanished and the rumors of his return started. The Malfoy's needed to reassure their family's safety and economic stability in case of things gone wrong during the rise of death eaters and late battle. So they made a pact that neither of the children would know: for every year until they turn a majority age, they would unite their families in expectation of a great match. And not until then deny or agree with a marriage proposal, that should be made

Draco utterly despised every second and Saphira knew it, so she would try to make his life just as miserable as hers, the only problem is that the game they both plays of twisting and pulling each other until one or another give up or break was never-ending

He would bark she would bite

As a child, they would fight over toys

"Mooom!!! Saphira stole my broom!!" He cried

"No, I did not!!"

Sometimes she would indeed steal his toys and hide in the most inconvenient of places cause at the very young age she would be more advanced in spells than he, a fact that she would- till this day- constantly remind him.

"You did!! Stop lying!!"

But this time she didn't

Oh no, he was just having fun getting her in trouble.

"Safira, give him his broom!" Her mother stepped in the light

before she could deny his allegations or make any more of her comments she heard a snap and by pulling her hear she was dragged into her room "that's it!! No wand for a week!" He smirked through his fake tears

And it got worse as it got physical. In school he will do whatever it takes to provoke her, pulling her long brown braids, pushing through the halls, calling her names until she snapped over him with her hand in a fist. She got -10 points to Gryffindor's he got a red-eye

Summer came and there she was again cuffed to him like a second skin

"Kneel," he said

"No you kneel" she pushed him

"No, I'm older than you"

"And I'm richer than you"

"Enough both of you!!!" Narcissa said "now Saphira, kneel" she took a large breath, she went down reverencing like a Princess only less charmingly. He puffed his chest with pride and kept his back straight smirking with victory "now you kiss her hand" they both looked at Narcissa who seemed with her patience on the edge, both hands in her temples. Draco not into hearing more of his mother's speeches on how the Yule ball was a very important event and that he was going to make a fool of himself if he didn't know the proper steps. Soon he raised her hand to meet his lips and planted a kiss there

The music started, slower. Saphira still taken by surprise with his action crumbled over his pace, stepping on his foot. The music started again and again until she got it right, only when it was time for him to spin her and catch he let her fall

Fifteen and It was time for pranks that she learned from the Weasley twins, Fred and George. Colorful bombs in his dorm room or shoes that would fart every time he walked, name it she has it

"Never heard of it?"

"What does it do?"

"It tickles the skin non-stop until the person breaks in laugh"

"Rather harmless..." Fred started

"But very affective" George finished

"Okay!..." She whispered to herself "Rictumsempra"

In the tall estate of the games, missing one point to Slytherin score 150 and Draco catch the golden snitch. He started twisting on his broom, having a pit of a contagious laugh. Everyone started to making fun until he lost balance and crush in the dirt of the ground

She was shaking when they took him to Papoula Pomfrey, he had hit his head but the problem was in his broken arm. He was still conscious when they asked him what happened, he just looked at her, and said "I lost balance and fall"

He lied?

It didn't make sense, he knew it was her and he wouldn't tell her off? He would always tell her off. Draco was the boy who would do everything in his reach to get her in trouble, wasn't he? Did he beat his head so hard that he has forgotten he hates her? Was he gonna use it to his advantage, just waiting for the right moment to strike like a snake?

While he was asleep she stayed up all night on his side, guild kicking in, anxiety keeping her awake, looming at his facials expression as he slept. That night Saphira discovered many things...

first one: Draco talked in his sleep

"No, No I won't fail you"

he woke in shook in the morning, sweat dripping from his forehead, breathing heavily

"Are you feeling better?" She asked ready to question why didn't he told dumbledore it was her who cursed him

"Yes" he simply said

Second one: don't trust the Weasleys with spells

"It was a really hard crash" she sighed "unfortunately I have some bad news" he positioned steadily in the bed frowning "you fall so hard and ground that your face fractured" he quickly turned to the mirror on his side " now you look normal"

His delicate lips had a small cut in them, nothing scandalous, but he looked angry as he turned at her, his serious serious expression turned into a grin. They both laughed immensely for a couple of seconds and stared at each other not knowing what to say, or do.

"Draco?" A small voice echoed in the corner of the room

"H-Hi pansy!" He said

Suddenly it was a weird atmosphere that broke through the windows as she had just crossed nearly headless nick for the first time

"I'm gonna live your two alone" heading out the door, leaving space for the both to talk she realizes the Third one: she was completely head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy

And every time she would catch him snogging pansy in the corner of the halls, kissing the length of the neck, or overheard them talking, she would get this feeling of nausea on the bottom of her stomach

"You're jealous!" Hermione said

"Why would she be jealous?" Ron asked with his mouth full, she never so gentle smacked his head with her hand pointing at the way pansy would play with Draco hair

"He doesn't even like it in the middle part," Saphira said playing with the vegetables on her plate with her fork, not hungry at all

"You gonna eat that? " Ron asked

"Wait...you like Draco? " Harry asked, "why?"

"I don't like him!!!"

"Okay...But you spent every summer with him, it's a little suspicious"

"It's because of my family you know that"

"Have you ever considered confessing your feelings to him?" Hermione again asked

" I don't like him," she said again loudly "even so, he doesn't see me that way"

But the thought lingered in her mind for a couple of weeks, weeks-long enough for the students already know that Malfoy would keep his Summers busy with her. Suddenly everyone knew and assumed the same thing that Hermione did

"Are you dating Malfoy?"

"How long are you guys together?"

"What about Pansy?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

Overwhelmed by the random questions and thoughts she went to talk with Draco personally until found him talking with Blaise and his friends "come on guys, I'm not dating her" he laughs "she not even my type" he said making an ugly face "I am just is stuck with her through the Summers cause she so annoying and boring that even her parents don't want her around" he quickly realized the words that had just come out of his mouth and shut

There was so much truth in those words, the truth that she never wanted to admit nor she could. She was adopted, it's true, people didn't know and those who knew certainly didn't talk about that.

When two purebloods decide to adopt a magic muggle-born, the elite society doesn't take it very well, first of all, it's illegal. Second: the chance of dishonoring the bloodline and status of the family by polluting their legacy mixing their divergence with a "mudblood", it a risk that no one should take, even a mother who lost her child at early birth; a bare family in an empty nest; a tree rotten in its core. She was embarrassed, only for a couple of seconds, soon she was filled with the very familiar feeling that emerged in her mind of angst

She got a suspension when the school heard from her that she had used a spell against a student and wounded him during a game of quidditch. Sitting on the bench Draco looked at her stiffed

"Why did you tell them?"

"My parents are going to move me to

Beauxbatons school" he looked worrisome that she almost felt pity "then I won't have to trouble you with my annoyingly boring behavior" she was about to get up when she felt his hand on her wrist twirling her body close to his, too close even

"Is this what you want?" She felt his mint breath in her cheeks and shivered over the wooden cologne

"W-what I-?"

" You wanna ruin everything don't you?" Her stomach filled with butterflies "our parent's plans, the secret, you found out and now you wanna ruin it"

Instantly the short moment went away, she stepped out of his intense gaze and unlocked her wrist

"Secret?"

"Why do you think you would come every summer to my house?" He said

"obviously isn't because we're so friends"

"Our parent's plans all along were that we would be more than that, I guarantee you" the words hissed against her thoughts, it was all so obvious now "marriage, Saphira, they want us to be wedd"

She felt like crying, run away like a little girl who just found out that Santa isn't real. She felt like breaking. Draco was bounded to her, stuck with a girl that he doesn't want

Making his life miserable as hers

"Draco, hear me, loud and clear," she said crying out, he never saw her tears, but that day it poured like a stormy rain

"you will never, never marry me. I give you that" alone with his thoughts, he builds his first wall

You're free

That summer she didn't come. It was his darkest summer, that gloomed into his mind like clouds over a parade

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"Will you fail me, boy?" Voldemort whispered

"No, my Lord"