#oh it said non threatning

[squeiky]

Yaassss exactly

not naming names but i hate this character design trope

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

Kinktober day 1: knotting

Lycan karl x lycan reader(F)

Mating season has rolled around and you're unknowingly messing up karl with the amount of pheromones you are producing. Suddenly one day he's gone,having to venture lower into the factory to find him and what is the surprise you'll find?

The factory was warm,warmer than you were used to as you walked around the winding corridors within the factory. The moments you spend finding karl are the moments the pooling desire in your stomach sparks at any hint of his scent. You ignored the desire,only worried about karl at the moment as you took the elevator down to the last floor of the factory with a broom in hand.The soldats were reprogrammed to be utterly stupid around you,easy enough that you could smack them with a broom and you'd be able to pass without trouble.

The scent of leather anf cigars hit you like a train,it had a hint of something else,something you couldn't place your finger on until you got closer to the door blocking you and karl from seeing one another. The scent was stronger here,much more potent as you opened the door without a second thought which would be your fall.

A furry black hand shot out of the darkness to pull you into the room,the door closed behind and left you to hopefully have your eyes adjust while you stare at the creature above you. It was karl most definitely, with the emerald green eyes and silvery fur all on its head. Wolf ears pricked up as if waiting your terrified reaction,his body backing up to a large nest made of pillows and blankets the both of you slept with.

"Love?" You said softly,walking over to the nest to crawl into it. You could hear the telltale thump of his tail ad it wagged happily,the wolf creature taking a moment to pepper sloppy licks against your cheek. You laughed, pulling away to press a kiss on his nose while rubbing behind his furry wolfish ears.

He unfortunately could not speak well in this form,his vocal cords allowing for deep strained words but that was it,he could only make monstrous wolfish noises and beautiful howls you had the courage to sneak out to listen to at night whenever he did transform. The thumping of his tail showed how happy he was,the other sign to tell he was happy was the monsterous red dick sitting inbetween his legs with a rather tempting knot.

First you had to find out if he wanted to. You handed him a little charm,it being a small metal charm that looked like a minature version of his hammer. He looked at it in his hands,tail wagging so fast that it swayed beneath him against the blankets. He looked up to thrust his snout into your neck,happily licking at the small glands on your neck that produced a welcoming scent.

He found your scent addicting,more addicting than his cigars and he found it within such a welcoming mate. The wonderful ideas he had that came to mind when he would press you down into the nest and take you against the plush pillows,those sweet moans-oh the thoughts made him twitch and groan needily on top of you.

He crawled off when he felt you tap his back,a sign for air since he was laying on top of you. Your own lycan instincts had begun to kick in,not having a form like his but a happy black wolfish tail appered connected to you while your ears pointed out more. Your fangs ableit still tiny,had flashed in your smile while looking up at him.

"You should've told me atleast,I worried over you this entire time!" You said,gently pressing your finger up to his nose to boop him. He stuck his tounge out a little,your tone non threatning so he took the moment to be a bit silly so you could forgive him. It almost worked.

"Now now mister" you started then pushed him back gently to plop into his lap. "You need to tell me,if not just take me whenever this does happen" you said softly, scratching a particularity sensitive spot on his chest that had him whining softly. He stopped,an emerald eye glaring at you before your word was suddenly turned to face the ceiling.

He was sitting inbetween your spread open legs,him taking this moment to bite down on your clothing to yank it off. He threw the clothing into the nest behind him,tail wagging when you began to take your bra off. He was still excited, like a man seeing a pair of tits for the first time as you popped your bra off.

The immediate sensation of releif was turned into jolting pleasure as you felt a rough pad rub over your hardened nipple. His hand coming up to cup one of your breasts while using his thumb to rub at the hard peak. His face was full of wonder as he watched your expression, you fully letting the desire that was pooling in your stomach to expand more. The desire caused some of your more needy scent to appear,the sharp change causing karl to stop to look at you. His look was the same before you guys woul do it anytime,a look of "are you sure?". You nodded,pulling him down to kiss his soft furry cheek.

"Karl,you know I want it and you,even if you're such a mighty beast" your tone was filled with love,the wolf looking prideful at your description while you pulled your pants off. It was a struggle up until karl straight up ripped your pants off to find out you decided to go commando for the day.

He smiled,pulling back to lap at your core while you were left there to take the onslaught of pleasure. His tounge felt like heaven,the rough part of his tounge being dragged against your senstive bud as he lapped up the sweet juices you were giving him. He had another thing in mind,his length throbbing needily between his legs and hips thrusted forward against the blanket for some friction.

The need and desire was too much at first,it filling your mind of just him and him alone while his toungw sent pleasent shocks up your spine. You let yourself fall into the pit of desire,your heat finally hitting you as he increased his pleasuring onslaught until he pulled away. A whine made its way out of you,the wolf perking up as you looked down with a half lidded gaze.

He knew you wanted his tounge back on your mound but he couldn't stop the needy thoughts of wanting to sink into your warmth. So he positioned himself at your entrance,he would make a remark of how slicked up and easy it would be for him to sink into you. But he resorted to using actions as he pressed the large tip of his prick to your entrance then slid in with ease.

You didn't mind the stretch,the pain only softening as you felt him fully sink into you. Your mouth slightly agape from the stretch,white hot pleasure forcing your hips to move on themself when he fully sunk down into you. He felt like you were heaven,the tight warmth being too tempting to not thrust into wildly. So he flipped you onto your stomach,hips high up in the air as he begun his onslaught of pleasure.

You felt his knot catch at your rim several times,hips moving to push the knot in but you couldn't with how high your hips was raised. It frustrated you but the frustration was knocked away as karl finally thrusted against a spot that made you see stars. The way you tightened around him had urged him along to continue hitting that spot along with another he found when he thrusted into you at a deeper angle.

"Fuck-karl please-bite!" You said in a broken pleasure filled tone. He couldn't say no,his teeth sinking into your shoulder to bite you,to mark whats his as he moved to chase his growing pleasure. The rough snap of his hips and bruising grip caused dirty thoughts to race your mind,ideas you would store away for later fantasies you and karl would act apon.

"Mine" he growled deeply into your ear,licking at the scarlet beads rolling down your neck as he lifted himself and your hips up higher.

The deeper angle allowed his knot to finally pop into you,the relief that followed as the white hot coil in your stomach had finally snapped and allowed you to finally orgasm. You couldn't move with karl fucking his knot deeply into your tight warmth, his hot cum filling you and quenching your desire for a few cognitive thoughts.

He could see the outline of his dick in you,a prideful look on his face as he saw you did indeed take his knot without pain. He licked at your neck,cleaning the deep bite marks as his hips shallowly thrusted into you. His knot locked you both together,you didn't mind,these moments he would pepper you with love snd kisses you would welcome anytime.

"Mine,mine,mine" he repeated in a happy tone,tail thumping as he flipped the both of you over so that you sat on his lap while his knot was seated fully into you. A small thought, crossed your mind,with an experimental roll of your hips and his knot didn't pop out was rewarded with a deep growl from karl. A hand on your hip stopped you,his look showing he wouldn't be able to hold himself back from this point on.

Well you didn't plan to hold back either.

[inbarfink]

I wrote a shorter jokey post about this before but here’s a more detailed explanation as to why I think Phoenix = Crowley and Miles = Aziraphale in Ace Attorney Good Omens AU

(For clarifications, I am mostly talking about Show Continuity, before the show was out I was like “Yeah OBVIOUSLY Crowley = Miles and Phoenix = Aziraphale who would think otherwise????”. After giving it some thoughts, I think with Book Continuity it can honestly go either way. Some of the elements I point out here are.... at the very least less-pronounced in the Book Continuity and can be said to ‘balance-out’ with some of the traits that point into more Crowley = Miles and Phoenix = Aziraphale, such as the Hebrew word for ‘Demon’ originally meaning..... basically a Celestial Prosecutor and Crowley presenting as the more well-off of the two and, like, owning a car. Both of which are unthinkable with Phoenix).

1. Aziraphale is the one of the two who dresses in weird outdated fashions. (And Miles even used to wear bowties as a child)

2. Crowley’s tactics when faced with life-threatning danger? Bluff, improvise, than *bluff some more*

Extremely Phoenix Energy, through that whole scene.

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4. Can you imagine Miles Edgeworth - any version of Miles Edgeworth - slouching like that? I sure can’t. 

And yeah, I can think of.... at least one version of Phoenix Wright who would slouch like that. 

This Fucker Right Here. I’m gonna come back to it, but basically when I’m saying Crowley is Phoenix, I am very much thinking of THAT version of Phoenix. A Fallen Lawyer, if you will.

5. While both Miles and Phoenix, being lawyers - are fairly lawful trust-the-system people, Phoenix has always been the more chaotic one and more willing to bend the rules. He literally made Edgeworth ‘fill-in’ for him as a Defense Attorney once! He’s much more likely to come up with the Arrangement, like Crowley did. 

6. Damon Gant has Archangel Gabriel Energies

7. Crowley thought Aziraphale was dead, Phoenix thought Miles was dead (Although with Aziraphale it was 100% unintentional and just for a few hours, he didn’t fake his death for a year........ MILES)

8. Here’s basically What Show!Crowley Is All About: “All I ever wanted was to be good, I didn’t deserve to Fall From Grace like that. But if the Universe wants me to be the Bad Guy? Fuck it, I’ll be the Bad Guy. My Falling showed me that the System I used to serve is bad and full of holes and I might as well exploit it for all it’s worth and I’m gonna be a cool detached badass and I don’t care at all oh whooops looks like I still DO still care, A LOT” 

Which.... isn’t that much like any of Miles Edgeworth’s arcs. But DOES remind me of the arc of one Phoenix “HoboNick” Wright.

Crowley’s story of still being a Mess of self-loathing and doubts about being Fallen and the idea Aziraphale possibly helping him through that.... that checks out pretty well with the concept of Edgeworth helping Phoenix dealing with losing his badge. That’s what I think, at least.

9. And Aziraphale? Here’s Aziraphale’s story “I used to work inside this Perfection-Obsessed System and trust that it was Good and was only harming the Bad people because I had a very Black-and-White thinking of the world. I have someone who is very dear to my heart, but I constantly push away because my Black-and-White thinking painted him as my enemy- even when he was one of the only friends I had in this world. However, as my sense of right-and-wrong started to clash with the System, I realized that it’s Bad Actually. Now I prioritize Actually Doing the Right Thing even if it clashes with the System”.

Now there are some Differences, of course, but it checks out pretty well with Miles Edgeworth’s main character arc. Phoenix, in comparison, doesn’t really have that sort of relationship with the System. And Although he kinda fell into thinking about Prosecutors vs Defense Attorneys in a Black-and-White way during ‘Justice for All’, it’s not as..... iconic a Problem for him the way it is to Miles. Phoenix’s thinking was more of an immediate reaction to the grief of Miles’ fake ‘death’ and a Personal Emotional Issue, then it is an Ideological Problem, has it has been with Miles. (In a way, I see it paralleling Crowley whenever he’s like FINE YEAH I DON’T LIKE YOU EITHER ANGEL I AM GOING TO FLY OFF TO THE STARS ON MY OWN AND I WON’T EVER THINK ABOUT YOU). Phoenix was only really Like That for a year, Miles was stuck on that Prosecutors vs Defense Attorneys thing for four years, and hasn’t really fully shaken it off even post-character-development.

Yeah, put in “Clinging to flase ideas of rivalry against all common sense” as another Aziraphale\Miles comperison. Just imagine Crowley mentally responding to “I am an Angel, you are a Demon, we’re hereditary enemies!” with “(But you were filling in for my temptation qouta today!)” 

And it’s important to remember that in spite of Crowley’s “I’m gonna be a cool detached dude who doesn’t care about anything and absolutely isn’t constantly angsting about being Abandoned by God” facade, he is still the one who mostly engages and reaches out to Aziraphale and constatly considers him his ‘friend’, while AZIRAPHALE, in spite of being the cuddly-soft-Angel, is the one who’s doing most of the pushing-away. (While Crowley only pushes away when he feels betrayed and hurt by Aziraphale KINDA THE SAME AS WITH PHOENIX, who is also usually the one trying to reach out to the emotionally-closed-off Edgeworth - and only pushing him away when he’s feeling extremely hurt and betrayed like in AA2)

Okay, so in general, the idea of a Demons-and-Angels AU with Phoenix as an Angel and Miles as a Demon seems SUPER appealing. You know this sort of “Oh no I am Fallen but this beautiful Angel is like... metaphorically pulling me back up??? With his LOVE???” shit? That’s Good Overdramatic Romance Shit that’s PERFECT for Wrightworth (I mean, this is only SLIGHTLY more dramatic than how Miles talk about Phoenix in Actual Canon). 

But this isn’t really the Good Omens narrative. Like, the part of the whole point of Good Omens is that.... unlike being a ‘Demon Prosecutor’, being a Fallen Angel\Demon isn’t necessarily a mark of Bad Morality. No more bad than being a regular-non-Fallen-Angel is (Maybe it’s even a little better? Angels never really properly questioned the structure of Heaven, Hell in general is Bad - but there might be more Demons like Crowley who had legit questions about Heaven and God and ended up lumped in with Lucifer and Friends???). Yeah, Crowley learned to open up a bit, emotions-wise, and too be less cynical after being burned by both Heaven and Hell and that he can fight for Humanity... But in terms of *morality*? 

I think the more accurate way to look at Good Omens from that angle is that Crowley is pulling Aziraphale down, rather than Aziraphale pushing him up. And like....... that not being a Bad Thing. Crowley is the one who keeps asking the tough questions about Heaven and God that Aziraphale thinks about, but can’t dare to say it on his own.

Crowley is the one Aziraphale feels comfortable sharing the fact that he gave away his Flaming Sword to humanity (a fact that he has hidden from everyone else for 6000 years). Crowley is the reason Aziraphale realizes the conflict isn’t as Black and White as Heaven’s propoganda would have him believe, Crowley is the one who talked Aziraphale into trying to prevent the Apocalypse in the first place, that helped him see it as the more moral option. It’s his conflicting loyalty to both Heaven and Crowley that allowed Aziraphale to see Heaven for what it truly is. 

And if we ignore the general cultural context in which we assume Fallen Angel = Bad and Angel = Good.... This checks a lot better with Miles Edgeworth’s story arc of realizing Demon Prosecutoring was Bad and that the System he works in sometimes doesn’t give a crap about the Truth. 

[itsalreadybroken]

Through Expectations Chapter 2.

Ben Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: You're the daughter of the famous Roger Taylor, okay that seemed alright the thing is, you're more of a geek than a rockstar's daughter. He's blonde, blue eyes and you're brunette, brown eyes. Your brother on the other hand was the younger version of your dad, certainly he preffered to play the guitar, but that only seemed to make him even more popular. But things change the day you get to meet the cast of your dad's movie, and a certain blonde guy makes you change your point of view.

A/N: Sorry for some grammar mistake that might exist (if seen please inform me so I can change it) I'm portuguese, and trying to write something that all of you can read and hopefully enjoy!

Chapter 1: http://itsalreadybroken.tumblr.com/post/183217751569

Chapter 3: http://itsalreadybroken.tumblr.com/post/183356826839

Words: 2412

There you stood looking on your closet for the millionth time... Okay, there Stevie stood looking at it, trying to choose an outfit you were sure you'd wear.

“Stevie, we have a due date next tuesday” you tried to excuse yourself while she grabbed a leopard fluffy coat and was matching it to your leather pants.

“I don't care Y/N, you're going to meet Dean ate the party” she said it with a firming voice.

“You're going too!”

“Not!”

“Jamie's gonna be there” you spoke and she stopped for a bit maybe calculating the perks of going to that party.

“Maaaaaaybe I can be there” she looked at you “But oh no... what to wear?” she made a dramatic look while leaning her right hand on her forehead.

“Maaaaaaaaybe you could wear my clothes, you know?” your voice was so sarcastic she couldn't help but laugh and started digging again through your closet, but now with a different kind of porpouse.

“So, I forgot to ask... What was the cast like?” no she didn't forgot do ask, she wanted the dirt on them.

“Were alright I guess” you shrugged and she sent you an angry look “They're nice, they make a lot of non-funny jokes, you'd like them” you made an amused look and she rolled her eyes.

“Roger's?” as soon as she spoke, someone knocked your door and Stevie was trying not to loose it.

“Hey biggest fan!” a voice came when the door opened and your dad smiled and kissed Stevie's cheek.

“Hey Mr. Taylor, just trying to get your daughter into a party, but she's as stubborn as a table!” she complained and he laughed while looking at you and the huge pile of clothes on the bed.

“Same as usal you'd say” and she nooded smilling “Just passed by to tell you I'm going to take care of some paperwork related to the movie” he was informing you but you were just thinking how could Stevie be so relaxed next to Roger Taylor and not loose it was a blessing, in the beginning she would just blush and fangirl like a thirteen year old.

“That's okay, I guess” you looked at him, he was wearing such casual clothes you weren't sure if he was really your dad and giggled “Have fun old man, you sure seem like it”

“Aye I will! The boys liked you yesterday.But as I usually tell you, what's not to like (?)”

“This the one!” you both got distracted by Stevie's voice and she grabbing one of your dresses. “Mr. T, what's Roger's boy like?” she was now looking for a jacket to match the dress.

“You'll have to see for yourself, I'll be making a dinner party annd maybe you can come too” and then, she couldn't help herself.

“Yes!Yes! Yes! That'd be great! Of course i'll be coming to it! Don't know when, but I'll be able to arrive!” you and your dad where just looking at her and trying to act serious while your best friend was just imagining nice and good stuff on her head.

~~~

You decided to go with the leather pants, leopard jacket and a black top with a bunch of silver necklaces to go with it, because, what's not to match there? And you'd certainly go in and out in about five minutes. You've apllied some simple makeup not wanting to stand out, while Stevie was going in for all. Poor little thing just wanted to have a few drinks with Jamie not feeling like his little sister like you.

“So... How drunk do you think he might already be?” she asked you and you check your watch.

“Maybe a bit drunk already” you thought to yourself and she smiled saying something like perfect opportunity.

You both arrived the club and the music was super loud, voices overheard itselfs everywhere and you were looking for Dean, surprisingly he found you first “Hey Taylor!” you turned yourself and a super cute Padalecki was watching you and you greeted him “Nice outfit you brought there” he was looking at you from top to bottom.

“Oh, this old thing?” you made an innocent voice and you both laughed “It's nothing”.

“You drink?” he was heading towards the bar while you followed him and Stevie was already lost probably chatting with some friends or looking for Jamie, maybe both at the same time. He handed you a beer and grabbed one for himself “Was thinking you might not come at all”.

“Told you I'd be here, so I wouldn't I come?” you drank a bit of you beer it was so cold, and so good. He fancied you, you could tell that.

“Been here waiting a bit for you, so... Didn't have your number, was hard waiting” he took his hand to his heart and made a sad look making you laugh.

A bunch of girls grabbed your arm and were drunkenly giggly “Are you really Roger Meddows Taylor's daughter?!” one asked you and another one made a comment about Jamie and they sighed “A daddy like that is hard to find” the same one who asked you that question made the comment and you stood there watching, acting like it was normal.

“Ladies, sorry Y/N is not able to answer all of you daddy issues kind of questions” he put an arm aroud your waist and took you to a much quieter place on the club where the music was a bit quieter, so were the voices, but no doubt Queen was playing.

It had been a while since you last seen Stevie and your plastic cups of beer were pilling up, now you were up to five and couting, Dean had been playing snooker with some friends while you watched.

Suddenly a bunch of guys, girls and Stevie entered that area, among them you could see a drunk Jamie asking something about food around that place, more of his colleagues and three guys you were sure you've met them before.

“Hey Dean, I'll be right back! Gotta talk to Jamie” you shouted him and followed your brother's group, they were all dancing and you've looked at Stevie, heading towards her when a blond guy stepped in the way.

“Y/N, right?” Ben smiled and you nodded “Jamie didn't told us you were here”.

“Oh my god, how much of a Roger can you be?” the medium sized one asked.

“Not that much of a RMT kind of daughter, Jamie's got all the looks” you laughed.

Stevie almost throw herself in front of you and hugged you.

“Heeey doll!” she smiled “So, these were the boys you've met with your dad right?” looking at them and no shame at all told you she had her dose of liquor.

“You friend here spent the whole time talking about how besties you both are, and how you let her borrow the dress” Joe said and was trying not to laugh.

“Would you like something to drink?” the blond one soon be playing Roger Taylor asked you.

“Yes”

“Yes Ben, we'd all like something to drink” Gwilym mentioned and Ben glared him a bit embarassed.

“Gotta tell you, she doesn't date blond guys!” Stevie was looking at him pretty damn serious and you just grabbed his arm.

“Let's go, this one's on me” you rolled your eyes and Ben was walking behind you. You were sure he looked at you from top to bottom multiple times.

“What do you drink love?” his voice was soft and his body was really close to yours.

“Hmmm, I'd like a beer and you are missing a wig and a bit more of puppy eyes” you touched his cheek with your index finger and laughed.

“Just practicing, and who better to teach me, than his daughter?” you both grabbed your beers and headed towards the entrance outside where people smoked and others just talked.Your body shivered a bit and you leaned onto a wall.

“Huuum, maybe Jamie could show you more of the things Roger did, the way Roger did them, they're copies I'll tell you” he was watching you every move and your little details.

“You speak of him llike's he's just a person” Ben smiled when you shrugged.

“Well... He's just a person, my father to be precise and a pain in my ass sometimes” you both could tell the way you were mocking your dad, was the sweet kind and all you could ever do to that man was loving him because in your opinion he truly was the greatest dad of all.

“He's a rockstar, a legend” he was next to you, both of you looking at the same people who were playing beer pong.

“If you ever, ever tell him that, I swear to you I'd kill you in a second and never regret it. It would be the ultimate thing to talk to the rest of his days”your threatning voice became sweeter and a bit raspy.

You heard someone call your name “Y/N! Y/N!” Dean was looking for you “Taylor! You hid well I see! Nice to meet you, Dean Padalecki!” Ben shook his hand and you could swear it was a bit of tension in the air.

“Ben Hardy” he just said and kept drinking the beer.

“So, what's up? Won the game?” you smiled looking at Dean and he pulled you next to him “Taylor, won and now I'm going to take you out to eat something, I'm fucking starving, feel like eating a big juicy burger”

“Okay okay, let me just say good bye” you kissed Ben's cheek “You mind telling Stevie I left with him?” you smiled.

“Sure thing, no problem. Bet she's all over your brother now, but yeah, sure” you both giggled and you grabbed Dean's arm leaving the party.

~~~

You woke up feeling your phone vibrate and answered, on the other side of the line, was a completely wasted voice.

“Why didn't you told me you had left with Dean?! Thought you had been with Ben!”

“Want to me to speak louder or want me to be a nice girl?” you asked.

“Be nice, be nice and don't scream” your best friend's voice was now much more slower and caring.

“I had a beer with Ben and then Dean showed up and invinted me to eat something. I told Ben to tell you I'd left” you rubbed you eyes and reminded yourself you needed to get up and start studying.

“Well, he did, I just thought you'd gone out with him, he was drooling all over you! You got a blondie” Stevie mocked you and you screamed a little bit just to get her to shut up.

“I did not got a blondie, in fact he was asking me things about my dad. No biggie”

“Could have asked Jamie, since he was the one who had invited them” she forced the idea of Ben being fond of you.

“You read too much books and search for love stories in places where they're not” you tried not to laugh.

“by the way, discovered how your brother gets so many girls to be with him” she bit her lip a lightly and you almost could see it “He asks if you'd like to meet Roger Taylor, of imagine what would be like to have a quick great shag with his copy”.

“EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” you closed your eyes trying to get both pictures from your father or Jamie doing it “I hate you right now Stevie!!”

~~~

After showering you grabbed your books and started studying, Jamie was not home. Maybe crashed at someone's house, probably a girl... Thinking about it, probably Stevie's. Your mind seemed to wander everywhere except your books, your assignements. Dad was also out, maybe looking up for stuff to his newest baby (the movie).

Minutes were beginning to seem like hours and you had harshly read 5 pages from your notebook... 5 pages full of descriptions, and small notes, so it was a big step to you.

Not being able to hold it anymore you had to check it! You looked up for Ben on your social media and you saw all the photos, the fan ones, the acting ones and his personal ones. Okay, you needed to admit it at least to yourself, he was cute. Darn cute. Cheeky smile, no smile, simple smile. Where you fangirling? We told yourself you weren't, but were you?

You phone ringed and you startled yourself, grabbing it.

“Hey Taylor!” the voice was raspy and you were sure he had just woken up.

“Padalecki, so I see this was not the end of you” a sad sigh lef your lips.

“Unlucky for you, that was the best not-infected burger I had ever had” he smiled and you could see it, not even being near him “What are you doing?”

“Studying” you just murmured looking again at your laptop thinking if you should or shouldn't press the button.

“So... Guess I'll see you later? You still owe me a bowling game”.

“Huum... Better leave it to next week, lots of stuff from college this week and I really have to get them done.” you spoke, being torn between studying and going out. What was with you today?! Were you becoming more like dad at the passing time?!

First you tried to be a dentist and then you were playing at crowded arenas, and sold-out stadiums and maybe, just maybe hooking-up with a bunch of guys.

“Ok, ok. I have to wait for my girl to study and star being a nice lad. Maybe we could study togheter.” you both were not even studying the same. Your about to become a dentist and he was about to become some guy you stood eight hours of his life looking at some boring computer analyzing data.

“Yeah maybe” you smiled and after a few minutes of lazy talk, you said your goodbyes.

“Moonpie!” you hear some voice calling you and you knew Roger Taylor was back, lunch time you guessed.

“Hey crazy rockystar, aka dad” you answered back “Oh my god! Roger Taylor's at my house!!!” you heard a fake laugh and you looked at your laptop again.

And then, almost like it wasn't your brain's command, you pressed the “follow button”.

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Gimme feedbacks people!! Felt really inspired to this fic, because it’s a bit different and it involves 2 concepts!! 

[cybernightwanderer]

My brother is a great car salesman, he cashes other ppls money, and his only job is speaking pt 1

So our house is very " damaged ", from years of lack of money, our older brother punching, kicking, throwing things around and destroying the house overall. The cleaning was usualy up to me ( dusting, sweaping, furniture cleaning , bathroom cleaning, kitchen cleaning + washing the dishes from all the meals from everyone , cleaning the floors, cleaning the walls, so on and so on ). And other reasons. Here's a specific detail, my brother never lifted his plate from the table, ever, when my mother would simply ask for him to put the table, it would turn into a war. And she instead of teatching him, " NO , you have to participate in this house, since you refuse to clean , you will do this " so my brother would go on a non stop rant on why he shouldnt and wont do it, calling my mother lazy. My mother would get tired and just give in to the precious little boys complaints. So who would have to do it you ask? Me. Yes, aside from everything that i already did, it had to be me. Oh and if i even complained or sighted i get threatned with phtsical violence, and if i shivered for too long in fear i would get slapped or beaten up, wich a lot of times i did. Specially because my brained started to reach in " fight or flight " but i instead would freeze in fear. Note : my brother was unemployed, would spend his days on the playstation, and wouldnt help out with anything, not even money. Me : working and studying, would have to come home and do all this, even before i was working and studying aswell btw ( and contributing with money ). Now, im not gonna be here giving all the examples possible of all the situations that i had to go throught because " my brother wouldnt do this or that ". Ocasionally my brother likes to act out as if he is the best person in the world, the most intelligent, he is above everything and everyone. And for a fact, he thinks hes the best person in this family. So sometimes he likes to judge, criticize and trash, give unsolicited opinion to other ppl in the family, telling what they should and shouldnt do. Something he learned from our mother and grandmother. It created a really big problem ( as always) 2 years ago or so when he came back to live at home, when i wasnt speaking to my mother ( because she was treating me more criticly as shit and i tried to kill myself to escape that, and he decided to comment on how lazy , unthrustworhy , basicly just trash talking about me to my mom and incentivating her to be even more volatile to me ,etc etc and the funny thing is i hadnt speaking in years to him at that point, so basicly it was like a stranger shit talking about me. I heard the conversations a few time, he spoke with such confidence, like he actually belive what he said to be the ultimate truth.

[mediacinemtographyartetc]

Wow, You could have saved yourself so much misery by doing 5 minutes of research before attempting clickbait. I want to be sorry for you but you did bring this on yourself. Gaiman is one of the few big name authors well beloved by queer fans specifically because he does deliver genuine representation with his characters. The sins of Supernatural or Supergirl or whichever show queerbaited you have nothing to do with Gaiman's content. (Btw, Neil Gaiman has a tumblr so you don't need twitter to see his posts. I don't have twitter either, his tumblr posts are very commonly circulated among the good omens and sandman fans on tumblr because they follow his blog here on tumblr, where he answers asks daily.) Like, imagine going to a game, entering the crowd of fans hyping themselves up before the game starts, and shouting "YOUR TEAM IS CHEATING! I've heard people say that they're cheating! It's not been proven one way or another but teams have cheated before! Everyone is entitled to their opinion". I'm pretty sure you'd be decked in that scenario too. It's a very punchable way to start a conversation. Lastly, are you by chance speaking English as your second language? The post was a little hard to follow and that probably exacerbated the vitrol since the clickbait title was the most comprehensible part of the entire post.

English IS my first language, I'm dsylexic. Many other people have gotten irritated at my responses but I can't figure out any other way to write it.

But even if it wasn't my first language, that was very rude to assume and point out since learning two languages is hard enough as it is and you then decide to add, Exacerbated and Vitrol, immedietly after how condenscending is that and you claim to one of those beloved fans who love Neil?

Also I have to say polite no to the football analogy, a game has to be 'playing' to comment on. Season 2 isn't out. And if previous teams were cheating before and making a comment saying "Hey is this team cheating? compared to other games seems likely but I guess not." And a football fan would explain it to me and not punch me, this is the second time I was threatened with Violence over a post on the internet on tumblr that I thought no one was going to read.

Makes me think Football fans are soft in comparison.

Oh and p.s

Saying just because other shows queerbaited you get over it? That others who have the same thoughts as me are over-reacting and disregarding our opinion because it doesn't align with yours?

for someone older than me, you act very immature. and I hope when I hit my thirties I would never turn out to be like you.

"I want to be sorry for you but you did bring this on yourself."

So I deserve to be talked down too because of a stupid post on tumblr? I deserve THIS

So it's my fault for saying how Neil not being transparent can seem like Queerbait esp since other shows have been vague?

Neil never said that the show was Queer? So I'm reaching?

There's confirmation that it's a love story, and that we have to wait for Season 2. Unlike Umbrella Acadamy that promised Rep BEFORE the season aired since Klaus/Dave, Vanya/So and Now that Vanya is now being reffered to as Viktor. And Season 3 isn't even out yet.

Waiting. Without any official statment to confirm or deny if two characters are going to be a couple, claiming their husbands one minute that it's a love story then backtrack and say maybe maybe not. May seem like bait to others and in my opinion, [which you are free to disagree with] Comes across as bait.

And Since in season one everything can easily be explained away as Crowley and Azi being JUST GOOD FRIENDS. Means it's subtext.

But hey way to change my mind in a very non patronising way and explaining why I am so wrong about an opinion that in no way shape or form changes anything about GO season 2. My opinion should't be threatning others and you this much.

[sebastianstanish]

A dead man half way to hell (2/?)

A/N: so this got even more depressing. Again, I apologize for possible lgrammar or spelling mistakes English isn’t exactly easy for a non-native

Part 1 https://samthesouless.tumblr.com/post/172483618917/a-dead-man-half-way-to-hell (Idk how to work tumblr very Well Sorry. If anyone wants to teach me how to get the link into that kinda ”part 1” thingy pls pop up)

Warnings: abuse (mental and physical), swearing, angst

(Not my gif)

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If looks could kill, he would a be a dead man half way to hell already.

”I stayed with you for fuck’s sake (Y/N)! Okay maybe I got a bit angry every once in a while, but I was there for you! No one else ever was! And you blame me for getting angry with you! There is a fucking reason everyone left you! That reason is you!” He screamed at you. You were standing outside your apartment, because there was no way you were letting that psycopath into it, but his words were getting to you, because you knew them to be true. ”You’re so deep in your own ass that no one wants to be there for you! You get everyone sucked into your delusional world of your own self loathing!” The tears were now streaming down your face, but you fought back.” My self loathing?!?! Who made me like this!?!?! Who?!?! I’ll tell you who!The people who told me that I was annoying, that I was a waste of space! You were fucking one of them!!! You tried to control my entire life! And you got a little angry?!?!Excuse me??? You caused me more pain than anyone ever could!! All that I am now is what you left for me to pick up from the shattered human that you broke!!!” You were now a mess. Sobs escaped your lips and that’s when you entirely broke down. Your knees hit the ground as tears rolled down your right cheek. ”Just leave me alone please...” your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it. Not that he made any moves to actually leave, just to get closer to you. ”You’re making a scene, (Y/N)”, he sighed, annoyed. ’Oh I’m the one making a scene...’ He grabbed you fiercely and pulled you up from the ground by your wrist. ”Open the door. Now!” He ordered you. You were scared of him in this state and obeyed him. You opened the door and he stepped inside, pushing you aside. You took your key from the door with shaky hands. In fact your entire body was now shaking and you could barely breathe. It felt like your heart was about to burst out of your ribcage.

This wasn’t what you wanted. All you wanted was to be alone and sleep, but instead you had to deal with him. You knew you were going to break any moment again, but you didn’t want him to see you like that. You didn’t want to seem weak in his eyes.

He took a seat on your couch, looking like he owned the place. Everything inside of you was tense. You closed the door carefully and went to the kitchen. Scared to even raise your eyes to look at him. You felt his eyes follow your every move even without glancing up at him. He still hadn’t answered your question, though. What was he even doing here?

You opened the fridge’s door and hid behind it, pretending to look for something. ”What’s missing?” he asked and got up from the couch, walking to the kitchen. ”Nothing... I’m just looking for something to eat”, your voice was silent and shaky, but you were trying so hard to not let it break. He was right behind you, looking into the fridge. You closed the fridge and turned to him. ”Umm... What are you exactly doing here, Josh?” You asked with a shaky voice. He put his hands on both sides of you on the fridge, leaning on them. ”I was wondering how you were doing; that’s all”, his face was only an inch away. His voice was so soft. It sounded like an angel’s.

There were these moments, where he would be as gentle and loving anyone ever could be; and those moments you cherished. They were your safe place. No matter how bad the relationship was aside from those moments, it could never break that feeling of being safe in his gentle embrace. Oh, how you longed for that feeling. And you broke down again... but this time he wasn’t annoyed. He was concerned. His expression was saddened by how you were. And for once again you felt those arms keep you away from all harm.

His arms took you off the ground, carrying you to your bed. It wasn’t right, but you needed this. So, let him. He laid down next to on your bed, taking you into his arms. You could’ve help, but to lean against him. His very familiar cologne helped you fall asleep. For the first time in a forever you felt safe, even though it was in the arms of the man you feared the most.

He was still there in the morning, holding you. You didn’t understand, how you could let him in your bed again. There was only one way this could end and it wouldn’t be pretty. But you didn’t have time for that now. You needed to get to work. You tried to get yourself free from his embrace, but for nothing. You needed to try a different method. You turned yourself around to face him in the little space you had. ”Josh... Josh wake up please”, you said. He groaned, opening his eyes a bit. ”Good morning”, he smiled sweetly to you. ’How could a man be so sweet yet so cruel’ you couldn’t help, but to smile back. You wanted nothing more than to have it like this at all times. ”Good morning. I need to get to work, Josh”, you said, trying to get away from him. ”Can’t you just call in sick, please?”, he gave you his best sad puppy eyes and held you even closer to him. ”I’m sorry, but I would’ve needed to let him know of that few hours ago if I would’ve”, you explained and sat up. Your hand found it’s way to his left cheek and you looked into his eyes. No matter, how bad the relationship was, you missed it. You missed these kind of moments. Where you two would just be able to stay in bed, talk of everything and nothing at the same time. Tears threatned to slip down your face. Josh placed his hand on yours. His eyes were closed and his head was leaning against your hand. ”I need to leave.”

You got everything ready and got into your car. Josh stayed in your apartment. ’FUCK FUCK FUCK HOW COULD YOU LET YOURSELF FALL FOR HIM AGAIN YOU IDIOT’ you mentally shouted at yourself, hitting your head against the steering wheel. You had tears in your eye once again. You still started your car and drove away to Sebastian. Once you got there, you wiped away the tears and made yourself look presentable. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down.

You walked over to his apartment door and opened it. You had your own key after all. ”Good morning, Mr. Stan”, you said cheerfully, wearing your best fake smile. He was already up, sitting in his kitchen eating some cereals. ”Morning”, he said simply. ”There isn’t much for today. Can you go to the store and then I need someone to rehearse some lines with me”, he didn’t even look up to you. ”Of course.” ”I made a list for what I need. It’s on the fridge”, he simply said and didn’t even give the list to you even though he was right in front of the fridge. You mentally cursed him and walked over to get the list. As you reached for the list, Sebastian glanced at you and asked; ”What happened to your wrist?” You took a look at your wrist, seeing that it had bruising all over. It must’ve came from when Josh pulled you up. ”It’s nothing”, you said quietly, looking down at your shoes. He didn’t really care so he just shrugged it off and let it be. For that you were grateful, because you didn’t know how you would’ve explained it.

Your grocery shopping went by fast. There wasn’t much on the list and you could get them all from just one store. Sometimes you had to go through 4 or 5 stores to find what he wanted. You saw happy couples into the store and you envied them. It made you angry and sad at the same time. You couldn’t act on it, though. You would’ve seemed crazy. You might actually even be. After everything you’ve been through, it wouldn’t come as a surprise. Instead you let your mind wonder to last night. ‘Maybe Josh wasn’t so bad after all? Maybe he changed a bit? No. Don’t you dare. He already hurt you enough. But he was so sweet last night... ugh what am I supposed to do? I still love him. He was right, he had been there for me when no one else was. He’s probably going to be at my apartment, when I get home...’

You got back to Mr. Stan’s apartment. You went to the kitchen with few bags worth of groceries. You put everything away to the fridge and cabinets and joined Sebastian in the living room, where he was rehearsing his lines for his upcoming movie, ‘The Bronze’. He didn’t notice you enter the beautifully done room. The walls were simple white and the furnitures were either white or black. The sofa was a beautiful L-shaped black, leather sofa and before it was a beautiful white coffee table with a glass center. On the walls were hanged black and white pictures of his family and friends. Everything was so color themed. 

Sebastian sat comfortably in the corner of the sofa; his ankles were crossed on the sofa. He looked so focused on the script. His semi long hair was pushed back with a few strands of hair falling out on his face. You coughed a bit to make your presence known and walked over to him. “You said earlier that you needed help with the lines”, you said quite awkwardly. Like you had not just been staring at him. He kept his gaze still in his script. “Yeah. Here. I got two copies”, he said, handing you the pile of papers that were laying next to him. You took them from his hand and took a look at the first page. “Who are you in this movie again?” “Lance Tucker. Skip to the part where I come in”, he said, still staring at his lines, focused. He had one of his hands close to his mouth; he always did this when he tried to concentrate on something. It was just a small thing you had noticed of him. 

“I have no control over what people talk about. Take that up with the god of gymnastic-” “I am the fucking god of gymnastics! You’re talking to fucking Zeus”, Sebastian’s acting was amazing. It was a privilegde to be allowed to follow his career from so close. There was always something new about him that you found out about him. Sometimes it was simple things like few of habits, like the one where he places his hand near his mouth when he’s focused, but sometimes it was something so much more. You had seen his passion for acting from so close it had made an impact on you, not that you let it show; and how he was with his fans. He was always so nice and never turned down a fan, no matter what. You smiled at this thought. 

Sadly, the night was coming close to it’s end. It was nearly 10 pm already which meant it was time to go home. You were sort of scared of going home. You were scared of what kind of a mood Josh would be in, hoping he’d be in the loving mood, but scared for the worst. You didn’t exactly want to take that risk. “Do you need anything else before I leave, Mr. Stan?” you were hoping he’d give you a 1000 page long list just to avoid getting home. “Not really. You’re free to home. Good night”, he said, putting down his script and standing up from the sofa. You didn’t want him to know that you were desperate, but you were. So you asked again:”Nothing? I’m here to help y’know, Mr. Stan.” “(Y/N). I already told you, You’re free to go home”, he said, sounding a bit annoyed with you. You sighed. You really don’t want to go home, but you don’t want to tell him about your personal life to him either. ‘Should I tell him? Of course not, but this is my only choice if I don’t want to spend the night on the streets or go home.’ you thought to yourself. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stan, but there is a thing going on in my home that makes me unable to go home for tonight so I was asking for something to do so I wouldn’t need to spend the night on the streets”, you tried to make something up. “What kinda thing? Why wouldn’t you stay at family or your friends?”, you needed to tell the truth or make some more shit up. To be honest, you didn’t want to lie to him. Maybe he’d even understand if you told him, but you were sure you’d break down if you told everything. But you did decide to go with the truth. “I don’t exactly have friends nor family...”, you told him with your voice getting more quiet as you went along the sentence. You looked at him and saw confusion written all across his expression. “Not even a single friend?” You shook you head. “I’m sorry for this, Mr. Stan. Maybe I can find a motel of some sort to stay the night. Sorry”, you apologized with your head down, thinking that you shouldn’t had said a word. “No, it’s fine. You can stay here for the night. Hope you don’t mind the couch. I’ll go get a pillow and a blanket for you. You need something to sleep in?” he gave you sad smile. ‘Awesome... Pity...’ You nodded your head: “Thank you, Mr. Stan.” “No problem”, he said as he left the room. 

Sebastian came back to the room with a blanket and a pillow for you and set them down on the sofa. He left the room again, but returned soon with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Here”, he handed you the clothes. “Thanks”, you said and went to the bathroom. As you closed the door behind you, you got a text:

Josh: Hey are you coming home soon?

You: Sorry I’m stuck at work. I’ll be home tomorrow evening

Josh: Alright. I’ll be here waiting for you ;)

‘Fuck... why did I let him in? Oh, yeah. ‘Cos I’m scared to death of him.’ 

[mysterybustershq]

cristian’s birthday » event.

we forgot to post it so here it is!

kimi

kimberly didn’t want to be here. while she was fully in support of celebrating the birth of a god, she knew the chances of spending any time alone with him were slim to none. she watched as the mysterybusters tolerated each other, leaning against the wall with her phone in hand. she was considering faking an excuse to leave, but the idea of leaving without saying anything to cristian was too much. but she couldn’t talk to him directly. struck with an idea, she pushed off of the wall. “hey, guys,” she called, loud enough to get their attention. “who’s up for a game?”

isaiah

isaiah had been talking to ashley, when of course kimi interrupted, by calling out about wanting to play a game. isaiah couldn’t help but already get a bad feeling about said game, whatever it may be. he still didnt feel entirely right about being at a party since gina, and he honestly didn’t care about cristian or his birthday (in fact, he couldnt think of something worse to celebrate). but ashley had wanted to come, so of course… isaiah had too. isaiah took  a sip from his bottle of beer, glancing around. “what kinda game? you sound like the guy from saw when you say that.”

blair (rip!)

“i’m sorry i didn’t know we were all in middle school,” blair speaks up from her spot in the room,  eyeing everyone. she didn’t want to be here, celebrating the birthday of her best friend’s ex who, by the way, had cheated on her. it felt wrong but blair hated being left out of things and damaris was here too so that made it more tolerable.

julian

truthfully, the only reason julian tagged along with kimi was to make sure she didn’t end up sleeping with the birthday boy by the end of the night. he sat with a half-empty beer bottle, waiting for someone to pick a game. “spin the bottle is not happening.”

bryce

“but spin the bottle would be so fun!” bryce replied, his words slurred as he finished off his beer- tossing the can over his shoulder. lately he had been drinking more than usual but he didn’t care- it was relaxing.

vanessa

“we have enough drama without whatever spin the bottle would bring.” vanessa deadpanned, eyeing everyone in the group and lingering a little on bryce with a degree of exasperation, not quite able to believe her ears. like they needed THAT on top of everything else. on the other hand… “we could break out the ouija board,” was her suggestion, said with a small shrug as she sat back in her chair, “see if anyone wants to give some birthday wishes from the other side.”

sofia

sofia took a sip of her beer. she was happy to be at crisitian’s party, even if some of the other were not. she grinned when vanessa mentioned the ouija board, nodding. “ouija board? i’m totally down.”

daniel (rip!)

“absolutely not,” daniel said immediately, before the rest of the group got too behind the idea. it was the weekend; it was a party, they needed one night where they were just normal kids without all of the ghost bullshit. “no ouija board. what game do you guys wanna play?”

isaiah

isaiah held up his hands. “no. no. no board.” he said, exasperated, as he so often was whenever vanessa spoke. “i hate to agree with daniel. ” in fact, he hated daniel in general

bryce

reaching for a new beer can, bryce began to chant ouija board over and over again- not really stopping to think that, he wouldn’t enjoy that.

naomi

“yeah, no board. that’s why weird shit always happens to us— we fuck with the dead too much.” naomi commented, as if her opinion mattered. “let’s just play something dumb like truth or dare… or pictionary! better yet, let the birthday boy choose.”

cristian

“uh, yeah, that’s a big no,” cristian exclaimed, following along with the others’ protests, before he sipped the drink in his hand. he had been trying for so long to fight the demon on his back,  using a ouija board at his birthday party would just be asking for it. could he just have a day where it wasn’t brought up ? upon hearing naomi’s suggestion, cristian shrugged. “i don’t really care. just something that doesn’t get in the way of me drinking.” his focus went back to the drink in his hand, but their blank stares egged him on, forcing him to speak up again a bit reluctantly. “or  . . truth or dare, i guess? that sounds as good as anything.” he shrugged again, nonchalantly.

naomi

“truth or dare it is! who goes first?” naomi looks around at the group, raising her eyebrows. “that’s how it goes, right? i haven’t played this game in so long i literally forgot how to play it. well not forgot but just very iffy on how it’s supposed to be played.” this was the first time since the halloween party since naomi had been excited to have some real, non-threatning fun. no ghosts or demons, just her and her friends.

bryce

“i want to go first!” bryce cried as soon as he heard that they’d settled on truth or dare, nearly falling off of the couch in the process. he loved truth or dare- or well, he loved games.

isaiah

isaiah pinched the bridge of his nose, taking another long drag of his beer before deciding to just go with this inevitable disaster for now. he glanced over to where damaris was, and patted the spot next to him, for her to come sit. “i haven’t played truth or dare in like 80 years.”

blair

blair takes damaris’ hand and drags her to where everyone else is, sitting on the other side of her brother. “you ask someone truth or dare, if they answer truth then you ask them a question and if they answer with dare then you dare them to do something. not that hard… idiots,” she mumbles the last part, “so okay, i’ll ask bryce. truth or dare?”

bryce

“oh oh oh,” bryce responded, his eyes lighting up in excitement as he looked at naomi. he was so excited that was getting to start- this was just amazing, his dream come true. “uh- dare! wait no truth,” he responded, “wait no dare! okay that’s my final answer!”

damaris

damaris didn’t really care what they did, or where she was, so long as they could have just One quiet night. getting pulled around by blair was all well and good provided that it was done in a calm environment, though she was considerably happier when she was able to sit in place beside isaiah - best friend one side and about the only person in the group she felt happy and safe around, at this point, on the other. she watched bryce try choose with only vague interest, murmuring to isaiah as he struggled, “to think we coulda been finishing brooklyn 99 instead of being here.”

blair

“i dare you to… not say anything for the next three rounds. vanessa and naomi are already here, we don’t need another chatterbox in the group.” blair flashes him a fake smile, “who’s next?”

sofia

“oh, that’s such a lame dare!” sofia protested,  shooting blair a look. “truth or dare is already less exciting than the ouija board, don’t make it stupid.”

bryce

a frown spread across bryce’s face as he heard blair’s comment, “b-but,” he stammered as he slowly sunk back on the couch, his arms folded across his chest. this sucked. blair was mean.

isaiah

isaiah couldn’t help barking out a small laugh at blairs ‘dare’. “alright. anyways. moving on.” isaiah said, wondering how he always ended up being the one moderating this. “somebody ask blair, or whatever. im getting another drink. anyone want one?”

alex

alex said plainly next to sofia, a smile resting lightly on her face, for once in her life content to be quiet ― half out of general distaste on being called on. “cariña, chill out, it’s not… that bad,” she told her friend. “i mean, truth or dare? not good. but not… that bad.”

naomi

naomi wasn’t even phased by her comment, “i— okay go off i guess…” she shoots bryce a sympathetic smile, looking at isaiah. “i’d like one if you don’t mind!”

julian

“yes,” julian called out, taking isaiah up on his offer. he hadn’t finished his, but worked quickly, chugging the last of it down. “bryce can’t even ask the next person,” he laughed, realizing that the game was now stopped. “who’s next?”

damaris

“do you want a hand?” damaris asked after two people had piled onto his offer, taking any opportunity to exit the game she didn’t have much desire to take part in.

isaiah

isaiah nodded, pointing to naomi and julian to show he’d get their drinks before looking at damaris. she definitely looked like she needed a drink. “i’ll get you one too.” he said, already shuffling off to the kitchen to see what he could grab up. he looked back as damaris called out, and hesitated, before realising she probably just wanted out. “uh yeah, sure. i can’t carry all these drinks myself.” he lied, with a nod.

sofia

sofia made a face and took another sip of her drink.  "still–you know what? tonight’s for cristian. this is what he wanted.“ there was something about alex’s use of cariña that made her heart melt a little, but she ignored that feeling for now. "i’ll go next. somebody ask me?”

blair

blair smirked at everyone’s reactions and leaned back on her hands, waiting for someone to go. “okay! uh… truth or dare sof?” naomi spoke up, hoping to lighten the mood after the rude dare blair had given bryce.

damaris

“don’t want you spilling any!” she was already up and off her feet, stepping carefully around everyone else to join him in the search for more drinks, and more than happy to have even the briefest of escapes. “you as big a fan of the game as i am?” she asked him with a smile as she joined him in the kitchen, naomi’s voice carrying through from the other room. the sarcasm to it was obvious.

sofia

“dare,” sofia replied, leaning towards naomi expectantly, smiling. “always dare.”

naomi

“hm…” naomi tried to think of something good before an idea popped into her head. “i dare you to prank call nathan and act like you’re asking for a booty call.” she clapped her hands together excitedly, proud of herself for thinking that up.

isaiah

isaiah chuckled at damaris’ clear sarcasm. “yeah, i mean … if it makes the others happy, i guess we can both mutually suffer.” he nudged her gently. “plus side is, if we’re gone long enough i doubt anyone will even notice. i doubt we were prime truth or darers anyways.” he joked. he glanced around the kitchen before finding a stray bottle of vodka. “here, let me make you a cocktail. it’ll be good. promise.”

sofia

sofia laughed. “easy.” she pulled her phone out of her pocket, flipping through it for a moment to search for nathan’s number. “let’s see…ah, got it!”  she put it up to her ear, finishing off the end of the beer as it rang on the other line. “nathan?  it’s me, sofia. i was feeling really lonely, and i started thinking about you, and how guys in sweaters are just super sexy. and i know i complain about you telling me what to do all the time, but i can think of one place where i’d be happy to let you…call me back.”

julian

julian sat with his head in his hands, really hoping that isaiah would be coming back with another beer soon. or a gun.

damaris

“so long as my suffering doesn’t become me having to do one of blair’s dares… or truths. they’re probably just as bad,” she chuckled, softly, her affection for the friend she’d left sat inside obvious as her distaste for everything, as a whole. “i don’t know about you not being a prime candidate for it all, though- at least… two of the girls in there, wouldn’t mind getting dared to 7 minutes in heaven with you,” she teased, knowing he was a taken fella ( side eyes at verena ), and also knowing the group. if they had eyes, then they’d thought about isaiah in that way. she grinned and nodded, happily, trusting him totally with whatever it was he was about to make. “i’ll get julian and all their not-amazing-and-specially-made-by-isaiah-maxwell drinks, while you do!”

isaiah

isaiah couldn’t help grinning, as he so often did, just around damaris. he couldn’t help looking at her, even leaning in closer to drop his voice, in faux-flirtatiousness. “what about any of the girls in here?” he couldn’t help tease, before straightening back up, still grinning. “well, know that if i get to pick someone for truth or dare- you’re my prime candidate.” he wasn’t even joking either, he liked doing dumb stuff to and for damaris. he nodded, chuckling. “good idea. now what are you in the mood for? something strong, fruity, sweet, orr… ?” he asked, already grabbing up a few other bottles and inspecting them

nate

Nathan (who was enjoying a glass of wine he got in the clearance basket of Bottle King) was interrupted by the sound of his voicemail inbox pinging. He opened the message, listened, and promptly put his drink down to text the girl back. He had already gone into uncharted territory by going balls deep into Ash, he certainly was not going to try and frickle frack Julian’s cousin.

sofia

sofia blinked in surprise as his quick response. "oh my god,” she said, tilting her phone screen to show alex what nathan had said. she wasn’t that worried about it. who cares what the babysitter thought of her? she sent him a text back and she laughed, shaking her head. “he’s not gonna be able to look me in the eye on monday. amazing–okay, who’s next?”

damaris

she couldn’t even help it- she let out what could only be called a hoot of quiet laughter, struggling to try and sober herself for a play along and a, “oh, i’d definitely be the third girl,” before dissolving into her giggles for a minute. it was absolutely true that she’d once had a tiny ( maybe not so tiny ) crush on the boy before her, and back when he was a relative stranger, she certainly wouldn’t have minded being dared to anything with isaiah - but he was so much MORE to her than just someone nice to look at. he’d maybe become her best friend in the time they’d been rooming together ( sorry blair ) and that was, as they say, that. “consider yourself mine too,” she managed, finally, her mood well and truly upped as she moved about the kitchen, making the others some basic drinks, “why don’t you surprise me? anything isaiah maxwell approved is good by me.” and for once, she really wasn’t saying that to be her eager to please, always-willing-to-let-others-take-the-easy-route self - she trusted him, without rhyme nor reason.

naomi

“good job, sofia. didn’t think you’d go through with it.” naomi crosses her legs and rests her head on daniel’s shoulder. “you can ask anyone in the group now.” she answers.

blair

blair glares at naomi and daniel but says nothing, looking away and waiting for someone to hurry up and ask something so they can finish the dumb game.

isaiah

isaiah grinned, even bigger, as he got the desired reaction from damaris. he had to admit - he had fun with the girl. even when they were doing nothing. she was just so easy to talk to. “stop, you’ll flatter me. i might even blush, mari.” he said playfully.  "damaris lennox wanting me? wait til the rest of the lacrosse team hears. they’ll lose their shit. .also, blairs truth or dares arent that bad. she .. as a whole actually … i dont know. shes different, kinda.“ he shrugged, not knowing how to explain it. "kinda feels like we’re actually family these days instead of two people arguing over a credit card.” he added, as a joke.  isaiah glanced over at damaris once again, before nodding slowly. “sure.” isaiah said, already putting way too much vodka in the drink because he hadn’t seen damaris have fun in ages. he even carefully lined the rim of the drink with sugar crystals, to give her the full cocktail experience. “and you gotta drink the whole thing!” he added, hoping she hadn’t seen how much vodka he’d put in

daniel

as naomi rested her head on his shoulder, daniel was overcome with a wave of affection, not just for naomi but for the whole team. it made him so happy to see them all getting along (kind of). he wrapped his arms around the girls on either side of him, pulling both naomi and ashley closer. “sof, who’re you asking?”

sofia

“me? not go through with a dare? who do you think i am?” sofia scanned the group around her, tapping her finger on her chin as she considered her options.  she raised an eyebrow at daniel, then crossed her arms. “since you interrupted my thinking, daniel: truth or dare?”

daniel

daniel raised his eyebrows and nodded as sofia spoke. “dare,” he answered, not wanting to risk any questions about him and naomi.

sofia

“alright. dare it is. i dare you…” she trailed off, leaving a dramatic pause. in truth, she was trying to find something to get him to do. “uh…take off your shirt. for the rest of the game. y'know. for science.”

damaris

“no one will ever believe you,” she replied with an easy smile, pausing in the pouring of julian’s drink to look over her shoulder at him, “and if i’m asked, i’ll play dumb.” ( writers note: “she’d watched ashley so much, it wouldn’t be hard” would be included here, if damaris was that Type of Character ). “blair’s not bad. not really,” was her swift response, her need to gas up the other girl at a time where it seemed almost right to, too much. it was nice to hear that they were getting on better - it’d always felt like she was friends with blair and then, separately, friends with her brother, and it wasn’t hard to see from either side the divide that had sort of existed there. “i’m glad to hear that,” she said, very genuinely, “i know she cares. about you, i mean- she cares about a lot of people, and things, more than she ever really lets on. it’s good that you two are doing better.” and then, because that was sappy and i, as a writer, shy from anything remotely so, she moved on again. “oof, the whole thing?” she was a little skeptic, of course, but always willing. “i promise i will, soon as we’ve got these back to the others- if they haven’t forgotten, they’re probably wondering what’s taking so long!”

julian

“maris! beers?!” he needed another before daniel’s shirt came off. for sure.

sofia

“ooh, bring me one too!” sofia called, waving her empty beer bottle in the air.

alex

alex pointedly looked away from sofia, nope, nope nope, that is NOT my friend she thought at a giggly loop. she also avoided looking at daniel (lest she not be able to look away) as she completely downed the rest of her drink. “do we have any more wine?!?” she called out towards them.

daniel

“alright, alright,” daniel said with a laugh. removing his arms from the girls’ shoulders, he used his newly freed hands to pull his shirt off. dropping it in ashley’s lap, his eyes scanned the room, deciding who to ask. “alex. truth or dare?”

alex

alex slowly dragged her eyes towards him, “you need jesus,” she murmured to herself. half the idea of not talking was not getting called on, and yet here she was, talking and getting called on. fucking god. “… truth. if i MUST, you profound scoundrel.”

daniel

“truth. truth, truth, truth, truth, truth,” daniel said, tapping his finger tips together mischievously as he considered what he could ask alex. “alright.” his eyes lit up as he decided, shooting her a smile. “are you and sof hooking up?”

isaiah

as more people called out for drinks now, isaiah realised they had been gone for a while. “shit. looks like people are missing us. julian seems to be missing you.” isaiah wiggled his eyebrows. “maybe you and julian could date. think of that! my two best buds. plus, julians handsome. and sweet.” isaiah couldnt help but always want to set up damaris with ANYONE so long as she stayed away from that demon (cristian). isaiah smiled then, warmly, because as always- damaris was just kind, and always willing to talk to him about anything, any time. “yeah, i agree. i mean.. i know she puts on this .. act. or show. but she’s not always like that. and its good to be reminded of that sometimes.” isaiah said, “you’re a really good friend, mari. not just to me.” isaiah poured lemonade now, as well as a splash of orange juice, and cranberry juice. he rummaged for a second, before topping the drink off with an umbrella. “ta daaaaa!” he presented the bright red drink to her. “WE’LL BE THERE IN A SEC!” isaiah called out, as he heard more people wonder about the drinks. “okay, how’d you go? find beer and wine and whatnot? gotta keep the people happy, huh?”

alex

alex slapped her hand on her knee, cheeks heating up at an absurdly quick rate and, with all her being, avoiding even thinking about sofia, looking at sofia, or answering that question. “DARE! i mean dare!” she coped out, like the coward her momma raised her to be. “dare!” where was that wine????

blair

“do you even know how the game works?” blair looks at alex, “you can’t change it once you’ve said it. now answer his question.”

sofia

sofia’s eyes widened, and she felt her face turning pink. she fell uncharacteristically silent. she stared at her empty beer bottle, as if she could will more alcohol into existence.

alex

alex decided to glare at blair firstly, and then turn to daniel. she went with her same flair, and replied evenly, “wouldn’t you just love that?” with that, she kissed sofia harshly on the cheek, leaving a dark red stain, before standing, “i have to use the ladies room!”

ashley

“wait!” ashley called out, not picking up on the awkward tension. “before you pee, ask someone else.”

alex

she, quite commonly, stomped her foot - way for ash to ruin a dramatic exit. “uh, you, go, my young padawan. t or d?” with that she continued her way out.

damaris

“his drink. he’s missing his drink,” she corrected, very, very quick to respond to isaiah’s matchmaking ( which was sweet, but very much unneccessory - in a way that was  a very 'reality star after her 5th breakup of the year, in february’ way, she had long since resigned herself to a period of lonesomeness in aid of 'finding herself’, and it was going very well, she’d have you know ), “i think julian has eyes on someone else, 'zay. but he is very sweet, and definitely the top notch kinda guy i’ll look for some time in the future.” they were having such a wholesome moment, it was very easy forget that they’d left the main party for a REASON, and everyone elses shouts really put a damper on the wholesomeness. maris smiled back at him, kindly, taking the compliment that she was sure she didn’t deserve ( she hadn’t been a great friend of late to ANYONE, but it was nice he thought so ), maris very gratefully took her own drink from him with a 'thank you, isaiah. for everything! not just the drink.’ another smile ( because as a writer, i feel i haven’t yet exhausted my 'she smiled’’s), and grabbed what she could for the others that were yelling. “you grab that wine-” she nodded her head towards the bottle on the top, “and i’ll bring the beers-” they were already in her arms, and she finally made her way back through the door, handing off the nearest one to whoever it was close by.

ashley

“dare.” ashley answered, before leaning over to daniel. “what’s a padawan? should i be offended?” she whispered.

sofia

sofia stood statue-still, watching alex as she stood up with wide eyes. if this were a cartoon, she probably would have little hearts flying around her head. she un-froze, reaching up and touching her cheek lightly before clearing her throat. she made a point to not look at julian. or anyone else. “ISAIAH. BEER. PLEASE.”

bryce

Bryce had honestly lost track of how many rounds it had been- but he was still silent, instead choosing to spend his time throwing things at Micah.

naomi

“it’s something from star wars, i think.” naomi hears ashley’s question and decides to answer before daniel does, “i don’t know. nerd shit.”

micah

micah swatted the object from the air, sticking his tongue out at bryce. he wasn’t paying attention to anyone here, but he was very focused on not being hit. 

kimi

“it’s from star wars,” kimi supplied, watching the two idiots, with her most pleasant voice. was it time for her to go yet? “actually, um, i think i left something in my car, is it cool if i step out to get it?” and never come back?

ashley

“ooooooooh,” ashley nodded, drawing out the word in exaggerated understanding. “i hope it’s not that ugly bear guy.” shrugging it off, she turned back to the rest of the group. “someone dare me.” alex had left, and ashley was too impatient to let the game stall.

cristian

cristian continues drinking, not keeping track of how much, already starting to feel a bit tipsy as he listened on with a curious brow., things getting a bit interesting.

isaiah

it had been hard of late, for isaiah to talk to damaris. she’d been distant, or just unaviailable since the halloween party. isaiah hadn’t felt like they were them for a while. until now. “julian has his eyes on someone?” isaiah couldn’t help repeating, surprised. julian hadn’t ever said anything to him. “you know.. i have a few guys on the lacrosse team. just say the word and you know they’d line up for you. court you even. it’d be like an episode of the bachelorette.” isaiah paused. “not that i watch that.” he added. fake bitch. he smiled, pleased when damaris took the drink. sofia joining in the yelling now. with a small sigh, he turned back, walking with damaris into the room. ( enter gif from community of troy entering with pizza and the place is on fire). “what the… where’d daniel’s shirt go? where’s alex?” he handed the drinks off to julian and sofia and naomi and whoever tf else wanted one. “you guys are all so damn impatient.” he said, with a shake of his head, sitting back down with them though.

julian

happily taking the next beer, julian popped it open, taking a good swig before pointing to ashley. “i dare you to watch a single star wars movie. once in your life,” he said, jokingly, laughing.

sofia

sofia opened her drink up and took a sip as quickly as she could, then headed over and sat next to cristian. there was still a giant lipstick stain on her face. “fuck this game, man,” she mumbled. she looked over at him, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand. “are you having fun? it’s your party, after all.”

ashley

“i can’t do that,” ashley shook her head. “they look bad. okay, who hasn’t gone yet?”  her eyes settled on the person that had dared her. “julian! truth or dare?”

isaiah

isaiah’s eyebrows raised, unsure as to why they asked julian how he felt about verena. this game was making less and less sense to him. “julian, do you ever pick dare?” isaiah couldnt help asking, genuinely curious.

sofia

���ah, well,” sofia replied with a shrug. “there’s always next year. and the year after that. and the year after that. and the year after…well, y'know.” she hit him softly with the back of her hand, trying in vain to rub the lipstick mark off of her cheek. despite her efforts, she just ended up with a big red mark. “shut up. probably more action than you’ve gotten lately.” she turned to the room, and yelled: “julian never picks dare 'cause he’s a wuss!”

julian

“i pick–” interrupted by sofia, julian frowned. “i do too pick dare! sober julian picks dare. after three beers, julian picks truth.” he raised his beer, taking another swig.

cristian

“the best reporter on the team ?” cristian mocked, glancing at julian with a confused look, finding his answer uninteresting, “weak. we all know you want to bone her, man. just admit it.” he rolled his eyes slightly, shrugging. then, as sofia hit him with the back of her hand, cristian let out a light laugh, which only continued as she tried to wipe the red off her cheek. “ more action than me ? please, ” he poked back smugly, shaking his head.

isaiah

“wait what?” isaiah’s voice was loud, cutting across every other conversation as he looked over at julian and nobody else. “what?” he repeated, and he felt this awful, awful swooping sensation in his stomach. “you… and vee?” isaiah wasn’t sure if it was just cristian being cristian, or if it was true- but isaiah felt terrible suddenly. mainly because he hadn’t thought about vee once that entire night, but also because he truly had never known anything about julian and verena. other then that .. isaiah had to admit he didn’t actually feel … anything, except for surprise.

blair

“yeah… vee your girlfriend. c'mon 'saiah, she and julian have been all heart eyes over each other for months.” blair figured her already knew that but alas.

isaiah

isaiah was nonplussed, “why didn’t anyone tell me ?” he couldn’t help ask finally, still looking at julian for confirmation. “y'all just let me date my best bro’s crush? that’s so uncool of me.”

sofia

“cristian…” sofia said, a warning tone creeping into her voice. she didn’t often find herself in this situation. still, she’d had enough to drink that she couldn’t quite verbalize what she wanted to say. “wait julian, is that true?” she just looked between her cousin and her friend a few times. she scoffed at cristian’s comment. “definitely more action than you. what can i say? the ladies love me.” she was starting to calm down, brush the kiss on the cheek off as a bit. something to tell daniel off. alex didn’t really like her like that…did she?

julian

“i don’t want to–no, hey–” julians voice was drowned out by all the other comments being thrown around. he put his beer to the side, sinking into his seat more, trying to avoid isaiah’s eyes. “he’s just talking shit,” julian said, refering to cristian’s unwanted comment.

bryce

bryce perked up at the sound of his friend’s name, eagerly looking around for her. once he realized that she wasnt there, he sunk back into the couch, as he took a sip of his beer.

isaiah

isaiah still looked unsure, especially because julian wasn’t meeting his eyes. “but blair said it too.” he couldn’t help pointing out, glancing over at cristian briefly. isaiah drank more of his beer down, trying to think of what to say or do now.

blair

“i sure did.” she crosses her arms against her chest and looks over at julian.

cristian

cristian wasn’t even phased. “what?” he declared, looking from julian to sofia and back, unmindful of the sensitive subject he had exposed and not really finding the awkwardness in the situation. “no shame, julian,” he shrugged, “forgot she was your girlfriend though, maxwell. oh well.” his tone came through with a carelessness.

julian

julian chose to ignore cristian, leaving sofia to deal with him. “blair, isn’t it your turn, anyways? come on, back to the game. truth or dare, blair?” he was quick to change the subject.

isaiah

isaiah shot cristian an unimpressed look, before looking back at julian. he still didn’t really want to let this go. “you’d tell me though, right? if you liked her. if you didn’t want me to date her.” isaiah repeated. he didn’t entirely believe julian right now.

blair

“yeah i’m not participating in this game. i only told bryce to shut up to save me from a headache.”  blair shrugs her shoulders,  "so find another contestant.“

bill nye-12/08/2017

bryce narrowed his eyes, his grip on his can tightening as he heard blair’s comment. sure he was probably being annoying, but did she have to be so mean? her words kind of hurt. "s-shut up blair,” he mumbled

daniel

“i’ll go,” daniel volunteered, just wanting to get the attention off the topic at hand and back on something slightly lighter. “do your worst, vega.”

julian

“yeah, i would tell you, man,” julian said, quietly to isaiah, aside from the group. more drunk than sober, julian really thought he was being convincing. “ah, yeah okay. truth or dare, daniel?”

sofia

“you…are trouble,” sofia said, not un-affectionately. “big trouble. like i said before, fuuuuck this game.” she became very interested in her beer again, then found herself staring at the door alex had left from.  at the mention of  the name, vega, she started paying attention to the game again. “ha, daniel is getting dared by both vegas.”

daniel

“dare, i guess,” he nodded as sofia made the decision for him.

julian

“you got the first one, i get this one,” he said, pointing over to his cousin. he then looked at daniel, shirtless, and laughed. “i mean, you’re already halfway there. take your pants off, dude. that’s your dare.” julian was desperate for any distraction he could make to turn the focus off of him.

daniel

with a sigh, daniel stood up, undoing his belt and pulling of his jeans, leaving him in just a bair of boxers. “next time i’ll have to pick truth, gotta keep some of my dignity.” his gaze darted around the circle, settling on cris. “birthday boy. truth or dare?”

naomi

naomi’s cheeks reddened as daniel undressed and she made sure to divert her gaze somewhere else to keep herself from drooling. x

bryce

bryce finds himself drawn to daniel, but after a few seconds of staring he adverts his gaze. 

cristian

almost forgetting he hadn’t gone,  cristian looked up from his drink when daniel called him out and gave the other a bold look, eyes unworried. “dare,” he said as if his response were obvious.

blair

as soon as blair heard daniel call cristian out, she knew what she had to do. “i dare you to tell us who you cheated on damaris with.” at this point, blair does not give (1) fuck about anything.

isaiah

isaiah glanced at damaris, who suddenly looked extremely, extremely sad. he felt a rush of anger, yet again, at cristian, and then looked at blair. “blair… come on, maybe we shouldn’t talk about this.” he couldn’t help putting a protective hand on top of damaris’, offering it a small squeeze and hoping to god they’d change the damn subject

cristian

cristian definitely wasn’t expecting that, his eyes widening as blair finished speaking. he knew that information was bound to get out eventually, but he didn’t think for a second that it’d be like this. part of him wanted to whine and complain about blair’s dare, and maybe it was the alcohol taking over, but he wasn’t the type to just give up defeat. especially when he had just called julian out for not being truthful. cristian gave ashley a subtle, sorry look before speaking, “well, she’s in this room,” he started vaguely, avoiding eye contact with damaris and taking as long as he could to answer the question.

blair

blair glares at naomi.

damaris

in the same way that she had never been able to avert her eyes from horrible events before her, like crashes on the freeway that were impossible not to look at as she drove by, there was some kind of morbid interest in what he had to say. she couldn’t help but WANT to hear the answer she hadn’t had in all the time since, even though her heartbeat was drumming hard and fast and isaiah’s hand on hers, suddenly, was urging her to want anything but. keep the peace. it’d be easy to do, like always - all she had to do was agree with him, shoot down blair’s idea, and let what cristian said fall on deaf ears. let the night go by, without incident. they could have one, NICE night, if she just choked back her words and let someone else change the subject. but she was so sick of it - she was so sick of being nice, and of letting things go by unsaid because she didn’t want to cause a fuss, of letting her feelings fester and mold instead of acting on them. and in spite of better judgement, of knowing that it wouldn’t lead anywhere good, she cleared her throat and said directly to cris, after a long moment had passed, “you don’t see how that’s… worse than not saying anything at all, do you?- because…- because if you hadn’t said THAT, then i wouldn’t be sat here looking at ALL of my so called friends, and wondering if they…- if they were part of ruining what we HAD. instead of just… being honest, and decent, for once in your life, you’re dodging the question, and making everything WORSE, like… like you always do.” a pause, to catch her breath, and then she wa piggy backing on blair’s dare- “who WAS it, cristian?- which one of our friends did you screw on the side?”

isaiah

isaiah kept his eyes on damaris, feeling his own heart twist in pain for her. damaris was the last person who deserved to be treated like this, and seeing her this upset made isaiah want to truly whisk her away, back to the safety of their flat, and watch brooklyn nine nine. suddenly, he really regretted bringing her with him, and playing this dumb game. maybe they should have just stayed in the kitchen. “mari.” he said softly, but he didn’t know what else to say, or do. it was just painful  to see her like this. “blair, why’d you have to bring that up?” isaiah couldn’t help adding, before looking over at cristian. “and you’re a real asshole, dude.”

bryce

bryce chewed on his lip as he noticed the tension in the room, his eyes immediately going towards damaris, to see if she was okay. she wasn’t- but he wasn’t sure what much he could do. she probably wouldn’t want his drunkass trying to hug her, so he settled for a small, sympathetic smile.

blair

“why? because i’m tired of having liars and backstabbers in this group.” blair replies, “and damaris doesn’t deserve to have the truth being hid from her. so, cristian, grow some fucking balls and tell us who you slept with.”

ashley

ashley could feel her heart pounding against her chest as cris answered, her eyes dropping to daniel’s shirt that was still in her lap, her fingers wrapping around a loose thread. her heart broke as damaris spoke, knowing how she felt. she didn’t know if cris would say it was her or not, but she didn’t even give him the chance. “it was me,” ashley blurted out, finally looking up and meeting damaris’ eyes. “i’m sorry damaris, i didn’t know you, or even that you existed. i was gonna say something as soon as i found out, but,” her voice trailed off, not wanting to put that blame on cris.

cristian

ashley spoke up before cristian had the chance, his mouth half open as if it were about to speak but then, with the secret coming to light, his face froze at the blonde’s confession. there wasn’t many times in his life where he was left speechless, but he honestly didn’t really know what to say. “yeah, well,” he mumbled to no one in particular, “there ya’ go.” cristian knew it had to be awful for damaris to have to hear that, especially after all this time– but it had to come out eventually, and at this point, there was not much he could do but accept the consequences. his eyes diverted to the floor for a moment before glancing at damaris with a mix of uneasiness and guilt. “i’m uh– sorry too,” he decided to add, nodding awkwardly, his voice low as he dug his teeth into the bottom of his lip, “sorry you had to find out like this.” his jaw clenched stiffly, uneasy with the vulnerability of the situation, but a part of him did actually feel bad.

blair

blair let out a laugh as ashley spoke up. OF COURSE she was the mystery girl.  and to top it off, cristian confirmed it. “you’re literally such a moron. why are you on the team? let me guess you spread them open for daniel too.” she glares at naomi and daniel before her gaze is back on ashley, “and the fact that you never told damaris… why? to keep cristian from not talking to you or what? my god you’re like a free for all, ashley. is there anyone you haven’t slept with? i’m sure that list is as small as your brain.”

isaiah

the stilted 'im sorry’ from cristian had isaiah glaring even more so at the boy now. isaiah tried not to groan at ashley’s admission. he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. couldn’t they all just have one night? one night without this crap? without someone sleeping with someone, or somebody kissing somebody else? isaiah didn’t look at ashley, instead fixing his gaze on cristian. “you’re sorry ? wow, that sounds so genuine dude. and you know what? you’ve totally fixed it. damaris is the nicest girl any of us have ever fuckin’ met and you destroyed her. do you think about that? or anything other then yourself?” isaiah couldn’t help snapping. as blair began speaking, isaiah’s eyes closed once again. “blair” he said, sharply.

blair

blair hummed and pointed to isaiah as he spoke, “he’s right. a half assed sorry isn’t going to fix everything, you fucking idiot.” she rolled her eyes as isaiah said her name, “what, isaiah? you’re mad because ashley’s given it to everyone except you? jesus christ you deserve better than someone who has an open twenty four hours sign in between her legs and knows how to count to four.”

isaiah

“blair, for once in your life: shut the fuck up.” isaiah sniped, “ashley can do whatever she wants, its her fuckin’ body.” his eyes finally went to ashley. “so long as it doesnt hurt people.” but it had. it had destroyed damaris, and neither her or cristian had ever said anything. isaiah knew ashley probably didnt intentionally hurt damaris, but it was still awful news, all around

blair

“how about you—” blair doesn’t reply, instead she gets really quiet and sighs. “fine.” she’ll remember this like a true scorpio.

naomi

as soon as the insults began to leave blair’s lips, naomi went to sit next to ashley and wrapped her arm over her shoulder. “don’t listen to her.”  she gives the blonde a reassuring smile. she’s been the target of blair’s wrath before and it was never pretty so the only thing naomi could suggest ashley to do was to just stay quiet.

micah

“fuck off, blair.” it was the first thing micah had said all night. usually, he and blair didn’t butt heads. they were similar, in some ways, and it was why he kind of liked her. but he liked ashley more, and he wasn’t gonna let her be talked about. “it’s her body, and she can do what she wants with it. she doesn’t owe anyone shit.”

cristian

having been initially stunned by it all, cristian was suddenly shot back into reality once blair started to go off. “ hey, hey! no need to attack ashley like that, okay ? just quit it, blair,” he spoke up, his brows drawn in frustration, the intensity of the sitation pushing him to intervene. “ it’s not all on her. i’m definitely more at fault than she is. so just–“  he ran a hand across his face, sighing deeply, evidently annoyed with how shit had gone down hill. cristian rolled his eyes at the maxwells now turning to him with the harsh words, having had enough with people messing in his business. "yes, i’m fucking sorry. what ? i can’t say sorry ?” he spat back, palms out, getting heated, “ i’m well fucking aware that’s it’s not going to fix everything, dude.” eyes narrowed at isaiah.  "and i rather not have to explain myself or plead for fucking forgiveness in front of all of you, when there’s really only one person it concerns.“ he took another heavy sigh, his anger rising.

julian

he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself, but julian had reached the bottom of his beer three blair-drags ago. he quickly rose out of his chair and practically ran away to the kitchen.

damaris

she’d been at peace with it. that was the WORST part - damaris had, in one sense of the words, let it go. her heart still ached when she thought back to what they’d lost, and there were times that she had caught herself looking towards cristian with a crushing sort of sadness at what he’d done ( her mind straying more than she’d admit to the other party, and who she was… question now answered ), but she’d done what she could to move on, and it had shown. ask anyone - they were getting on, now, better than ever. if she closed her eyes then and there instead of wasting all her time staring across at cris, eyes tearful, then she could even conjure up the image of him bending his head over the birthday cake she’d made, and hear their easy back and forth. easy. that’s what it had become, to be around him, to talk to him, or at least… what it was getting to. her heart was MENDING and she was better for it - and then blair had brought it up. she knew her friend had, in her heart of hearts, meant well. whatever her motivations, she had, in a way, meant to do good. but the road to hell was paved in good intentions, and knowing that it was ashley - the girl she’d smiled across the room to every morning since she’d joined, the blonde she’d been so HOPING would end up with the very boy who’s hand she now tore her own from, didn’t make it any better. it didn’t make her feel RELIEVED, to know, and to not have to look at naomi, and kimberly, and vanessa, and the others, and wonder who it was. no - knowing didn’t make ANYTHING better. it just brought it all back again, everything she’d felt when it had first happened. it reopened the wound she’d managed to close, and standing up, damaris was done. she’d gotten what she wanted and she was DONE, with cristian, with ashley, with the whole entire group of people who had until then been sat around celebrating her ex boyfriends birthday."thank you, for your apologies,” her words were stiff and stilted, the lack of emotion behind them startling considering that at current moment, her hands were shaking violently and her heart seemed fit to burst from her chest, “they mean a lot.” they didn’t. it was obvious, they didn’t, but she didn’t care. damaris’ gaze leveled with blair, and she added before anything more could be said, “don’t, blair. DON’T DO THAT. i…- i- you being nasty is just… it’s so uncalled for, right now. don’t pick on her, and insult her, and… and belittle her choices, because you think you’re standing up for me, because you’re NOT. nothing you just said to ashley has made me feel ANY better, and nothing else that comes out of your mouth WILL, so for once just shut up, and stay out of it.” it hurt her, to be so blunt to blair, but it was so important for her to know - for her to let her know, that ripping into another girl didn’t make damaris feel any better at current moment. it took two to tango. they could say all they wanted about ashley, and cristian, but it didnt’ change what they’d done, and it didn’t help. what would help, she knew, was getting herself out of a situation that was making it difficult for her to breathe - and with one final look around ( mostly for dramatic effect by me ), damaris carefully stepped around them all, and made her much needed exit with a softly spoken, “night.” over her shoulder.

ashley

ashley nodded, leaning into naomi’s touch. she wasn’t planning on saying anything; what could she say? blair was right, except for the sleeping with daniel part. and blair should be defending her friend. she shot both micah, cris, and isaiah a small smile, thanking them for defending her.

blair

“oh you guys don’t piss cristian off too much because then he’s going to go off on another killing spree and blame it on the ghosts!” she says sarcastically, still not over the silverwood thing. however as damaris started talking and directed all that attitude at her, blair had just about enough. “oh whatever damaris. i’m tired of you acting like such a weak and soft person and for what? only to be walked all over? cheated on? you’re a mess and trust me when i say that i don’t want to get involved with you or your dumbass drama again. so consider me staying out of it, forever.” she glares at damaris as she leaves and waits a few minutes before gathering her things and leaving as well.

isaiah

there was a beat of silence after damaris spoke, and then stood and walked away. isaiah was speechless. he’d known damaris for a while now and he’d never, ever, ever seen her so heartbroken. he’d never seen her look so destroyed and upset, and he couldn’t help it. isaiah’s attention turned back to cristian, as he stood up now too. “mari-” he called out, knowing it was too late and she’d gone. she probably needed alone time, but that didn’t mean isaiah couldn’t at least try. he turned, to face cristian properly, his palms balling into fists as he glared at the stupid male. “man, you aren’t trying to fuckin’ fix anything. stop pretending like you have some redeeming quality to you, the only reason half of us are here is because of the free alcohol. nobody gives a shit its your birthday because nobody gives a shit about you.” isaiah couldn’t stop, he was on a roll as he walked right over to cristian, for no discernible reason. he thought of this asshole with slimy gross hands touching ashley of all people, and that was what pushed him over the edge. isaiah didn’t realise he’d lifted his arm until it was too late, and then … he was punching cristian right across the jaw.

naomi

“daniel put your clothes on you look like an imbecile.” naomi mutters, grabbing the shirt from ashley’s lap and throwing it in his direction. “you wanna go get something to drink? i know julian’s in the kitchen!”

julian

even though he had ran away, julian kept an ear to the room where the team was, hearing mostly everything that was being yelled at each other. it wasn’t until he heard the sound of the fight beginning that he actually did anything about it. “whoa!” he called out, rushing out of the kitchen. “two fucking seconds–god dammit,” he muttered, looking to daniel. “ah, you get cris?” he said, figuring he would grab isaiah.

cristian

“oh, fucking save it, ma–” cristian started to say, waving off isaiah who was now standing above him, but before he could even finish his sentance, he felt a heated force collide with the side of his jaw, sending cristian through a whiplash of emotions. and just like that, that was all it took. as cristian brought his head back to look isaiah square in the face with such irritation, he almost wanted to laugh. “wrong move, maxwell,” he hissed between his teeth, still soaking up the pain of the punch to the face. it was as if he had been waiting so long for this moment. all the tension and hate had finally built up between the two, and it was all coming to light. almost immediately following, cristian got up with the same force as isaiah had and immediately reciprocated the other’s punch, his body clashing with his opponent’s as the two began to entangle themselves in a brawl.

daniel

daniel had just finished putting his clothes back on and was already on his way over to isaiah and cris when julian returned. he nodded silently at him, moving over to cris as quickly as he could, but was a few seconds too late. flinching as cris threw a punch, daniel gabbed on to him and tried to pull him off of isaiah. “dude, c'mon. let it go. you guys are even now.” couldn’t they just have one night?

julian

julian entered into the fray at the same time daniel did, pulling isaiah back away from cristian, trying not to get hit himself. “you’ve made your fucking points,” he groaned.

micah

“shit. cris, dude–” he tried to grab his best friend, in hopes of pulling him off of isaiah. while micah liked isaiah, and had the confidence that he could take just about anyone else, cristian would eat him alive. “dude, stop. both of you.”

vanessa

“Well,” from her place sat in the corner, clutching her drink like she’d just been on a wild rollercoaster and had to keep it safe ( which is what the past ten minutes had felt like ), Nessa let out a low whistle under her breath announcing to them all, “Your display of testosterone is really, really cool and all- really, I think Naom.. some very eager beaver might just PEE herself … or himself, with all these hot men bickering right in front of her, or him, but- maybe you should both ask yourselves very carefully, 'does it solve anything to punch my foe again and again’? And if the answer is no, then.. don’t.” She paused, considered, and then clarified ( though she didn’t expect her words to do any kind of good ), “this isn’t a test, the answer is very much NO, so quit it and drink your problems away like normal people.”

kimi

kimberly… well, she planned on leaving. and she wanted to, really. then the game got interesting, and she wasn’t the type to miss a good show. it wasn’t like she didn’t already know cristian and ashley were fucking. it was how she and cristian met, really. but she did feel a sting in her chest, having to hear it announced to the whole group. she hated it. but, apparently, not as much as everyone else. she sat back and watched as the group imploded. she wasn’t surprised by that either; any “pure, wholesome night of good, pure fun” was bound to be ruined by either ashley’s stupidity or someone else’s big, fat mouth. (or lana’s dramatic ass passing out. whatever.) as fun as that was to watch, nothing quite compared to watching cristian attack isaiah. she bit her lower lip, suppressing a smile. oh, she’d be having good dreams tonight. she listened to what nessa said, giving her a small fraction of her attention, as her eyes followed cristian’s form. “drinks would be good,” she commented in response to vanessa. her voice might’ve been a little high pitched, but she could blame that on nerves. and not the fact that this fight was turning her on a little.

cristian

chest heaving with adrenaline, cristian eventually allowed himself to be pulled from isaiah, his eyes still rushing with fury as his two friends stopped him. he didn’t say anything – just gave isaiah a dirty look as their fight came to an end, and nodded reluctantly to micah and daniel at his sides, his arms settling. he wasn’t one to give in easily, so his chin still held up superiorly as he turned away.

[survivorbehemoth]

Episode #1: “brb gotta go to dinner” - Logan

This is literally the worst possible outcome, I would know the 10 fkers on the other tribe and only know of like 2 people on this tribe, sayonara it's a wrap a mere 5 minutes after the cast reveal concluded.

Omg! So this game started and i landed on a short witches tribe.. Maybe we are short but the humor around Helgamine is definitely tall. Love my tribemates! They are a bunch of really chill and fun to talk to people. At this stage of the game my goal is to get a good grasp on the already existing pre-game relationships within people. This knowledge will allow me to know what to say and to who. Other than that i'm focused on developing bonds with people without approaching them with gametalk. A pretty slow start for me, i don't need at all to jump into making alliances left and right. It's the beginning so its important to just leave a good (and non threatning) impression on my  tribemates.Those people seem to want to CALL a lot during the day JASHDKGAHD and i'm still exhausted from study group calls for exams so.. i'm not gonna be trying to do a lot of that. I'm however really excited for what's this game is going to bring up <3

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Gonna do my own first impressions as well, to put some of my thoughts together.

Daisy - oh how i love her.. She's so positive and adorable. We have a pending plan for a call and I'm really looking forward to it. She's more experienced in discord ORGs than me and we are both BaR winners so.. we gotta work together. At least for now. She seems like someone that would be a bigger threat than me down the road.. I feel like we have a potential to work together well and I'd want to establish a duo with her and be partners in crime in this tribe. <3

Scott - OMG the only person in this whole cast that i actually knew before this game? we didn't talk in like 4 years but when i saw him in this cast i literally gasped. I enjoyed catching up with him and he is definitely someone i could see myself aligning with. Yesterday we shared each other concerns about a mention of alliances and alliance calls. And neither of us  introduced gametalk with other tribemates. He also mentioned that he wants me to be his #1 in this game. And i'm digging that!

Rob - OKAY our conversation on day 1 was p much awkward.. We have a mutual friend from the fb org and he was mad at me for winning an ORG over her and he literally didn't hestitate on letting me know that.. But we talked a lot yesterday and found out many common interests. He wants us to be like Fenella and Shonee and i mean why not? I really like talking to him but i'm not sure if i can trust him yet. He's the first person that reached out to me about doing a call and we did one today LMAO i had a lot of fun. He's definitely very social so keeping him as close as possible to me can only bring me some benefits. stan him tho <3

Seamus - Someone who i saw around forever but never had any opportunity to talk or meet his ass.  i just vibe w/ his clowny personality and already called him a caveman and a half british. <3 hoping to build a good connection here.

Logan - Funny and very active. He definitely stands out as he talks the most in the tribe chat and plans all the tribe calls. We had some good convos so far, mainly about total drama. Love watching his videos for this immunity challenge KSAJDHG but other than that i'm not sure how i feel about him but i would like to get close to him and work together when the game gears will switch on

Jules - She's so adorable and our talks are very cute but... they don't happen very often.  And she's not really contributing in the challenge so far which i really hope is going to change because in case we lose i fear that people will view her as an easy prey for the first boot? I hope that won't be the case and that she's going to snap cuz i think she's lovely and i enjoy our conversations.

Conor - Didn't have much to write about him until today. He just dyed his hair to the same color i got last summer so we have no choice but to stan. For real tho, we are the only europeans on this tribe (maybe even entire game?) but i don't have much to say about him. Curious how he will approach the game once we are forced to start playing.

Gage - Hmmmm! I like him, but don't really have any kind of trust towards him. He's just quite flirty and the flow of our conversations is weird/forced? I can't stop thinking abt Dean Kowalski and Spencer whenever he messages me.. It's like he's their survivor child.

Vincent - Great he immediately brought up his twin brother with who i played twice and ended him... twice as well. I literally have no idea how or what to talk about with him :/

Hmm the challenge is almost over

I definitely wasn't a challenge MVP by any means. I think everyone but Scott outscored me. But I did a lot better than I could have expected at the challenge start. 65 points isn't a Dooze-level score but it's a lot better than the 30 points I was expecting earlier.

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Lol I'm super happy to be apart of this season!! So far it's turning out to be a great one and I'm hoping that I can do what I need to in order to get far.

Not gonna lie I just had a feeling we were gonna lose this challenge. Like I just... stink at challenges and knew I wasn't going to do well. So I just made sure I didn't have the worst score. Which I hope puts me in the clear. However, i lowkey get the vibe I might be going just cause the conversations are so... bland. Like no ones come purposing an alliance and such. I know I don't want to be the first person to do so, which means someone's gonna have to step up.

Anyways, here's my thoughts on everyone.

Szymon: he's cool, definitely my #1 out here, we've known each other from previous orgs and such. Seamus: I know who he is from tumblr,  but I don't know him that well. he seems chill. Daisy: Queen, shes an icon and O hope she can be my female iconic duo Logan: He seems like he wants to be THAT person who likes to be in control of everything, but doesn't want to come off as controling everything. So I let him think he owns me :) Vincent: I like him, he's a cool guy and one of the few I've talked to the most. He already told me about his vote steal and I'm just like "damn, look at you go!" Conor: He's cool too! I enjoy talking to him when I wake up in the morning. I like hearing about him and his boyfriend too. Gage: home boy likes to flirt around with everyone doesn't he. i'll play a long, but leaving a mental note to not go far with him. Jules: They're cool, not really that social tho but they try. Rob: I forget that he's on this season oops.

I really thought I was gonna get the boot first cause everyone is just so quiet. But the conversations seem to be between Jules and Vincent. Which I'm personally okay with either of them as long as I'm still here. I'd prefer Rob though just cause he doesn't make an effort to talk to me that much, but it is what it is.

Let's hope I get by this round and can survive the first boot. I like to think I can, but you never know with this group.

Click HERE to watch Cindi’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Dylan G’s Round 1 Video!

Tribe Assessment:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bPt3M2z-Yw&feature=youtu.be

Day 2 Confession:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GU2v9ChlOm4&feature=youtu.be

THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA SAY IM NOT ACTIVE JUST BECAUSE I DONT GIVE MY BLOOD SWEAT TEARS AND COOCHIE TO TALKING TO ALL THESE FUCKING MEN???????? LIKE???? YALL ARE TIRING! YALL ARE ALSO LOVELY BUT I CANNOT TAKE ALL THIS MALE ENERGY!!!!! PLS UNDERSTAND!!!! P L E A S E!!!! MEN SUCK BYE

we lost the challenge which sucked. but i really like my tribe. everyone seems chill. i didnt think we were gonna win the challenge though becase several people didnt rlly try to even get 100. so originally i thought it would just be a super easy vote on vincent because he isnt very chatty, but logan is annoying everyone. asking to one on one call and sinking his own ship by pushing so hard (giggity) for jules to go home. so i think either logan or vincent will go this round

I’m liking my tribe mates more than I expected. I’m just trying to play it cool so I make it to merge. I feel like that’s everyone’s goal. I love the alliance of Cindi, both Dylan’s and myself. I’m hoping that we stick together, because I feel like we can be a really strong alliance moving forward. I also think I might be good with Beck, because they’re dating Asya and we played a game together a couple years ago. Asya apparently still really likes me from what Beck said. So woo! Let’s continue the good vibes.

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Click HERE to watch Ali’s Round 1 Video!

So past 4 hours is a lot to process, but basically i got home expecting a pretty easy vote on Vincent. He's a great kid that but have to think about performing well in the challenges as a tribe. So then miss Logan decided to play as if it was merge and not day 3 and just went off with targetting Jules?? I am not having any of that because Jules is too fun to talk so i made sure to let Jules know immediately of what was going on. I believe i was the first to warn her of what's happening so that brings us two closer. Logan then went on calls with everyone individually, ending my call in such a shady way with an excuse of having a dinner... when he was just going to call with Seamus. And he told Seamus that he was currently eating the dinner.. WHAT? Anyway just got the tea that Logan was making multiple trios as well. WHY DO YOU NEED TO PLAY SO HARD? THIS GAME HAS JUST STARTED skjdghd

I feel really bad because he said that he was the first boot the last time he played due to playing hard. But this is just him... not learning from his past mistakes at all :/ Im sorry but i don't feel comfortable moving forward with such a ticking bomb. Neither he or Vincent have any benefit for my game at this point so Im hoping this plan that we put in motion with Daisy to get rid of Logan works, and then we have Vincent as an easy vote next time we lose.

Click HERE to watch Rob’s Round 1 Video!

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Click HERE to watch Dylan’s Round 1 Video!

So I'm more optimistic now that I've properly gotten to know a lot of my tribe, I think I'm socially in a good place but I'm trying not to get ahead of myself and get lazy with communication. I love the little group I've got with Beck, Cindi and Dylan and I think Dylan G and Christian or Chips would fit in like a glove if we ever visit tribal council, and we needed to bring in another couple of people.

All I have to say before tribal is that I really... finessed this vote.

Logan got lose and decided to voice call everyone telling them that they need to vote Daisy. Which made a lot of people more on edge to vote out Vincent. I don't want Vincent to go because I think he's still useful. He has the vote steal advantage and I think he's someone who trusts me. He might not be a number for other people, but Vincent is a number for me. SO I want to keep him around as much as I can cause I trust Vincent more than Logan. So to save Vincent, I decided to throw Logan under the bus and push for him to go. I'm glad I did that since that got traction with Szymon and Daisy on board with voting Logan. However, they weren't enough so I campaigned to Seamus, Gage, and Rob to vote Logan out. They were hesitant at first, but they eventually came around and got on the ship to vote Logan out. I had to voicecall Gage, Rob, and Szymon to convince them but I'm glad it worked. I mean, i had to throw out there that I had an alliance with Logan and Vincent in order to get them to expose Logan's other alliances, but I did what I needed to do in order to save Vincent. So with everyone on board to vote out Logan, I think I set myself up to be in a good spot moving forward.

If I'm gonna be the move maker this season, then I guess I'm starting out the game with one of the biggest moves yet. Poor logan being the first boot AGAIN, but that's what happens when you decide to scramble your butt off.

Click HERE to watch Gage’s Round 1 Video!

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Logan is voted out 8-1. He is the first person voted out of Celestial: Behemoth.

Watch the Round 1 Cast Assessment with Anna/Jack/Jones & Alyssa below: