#ok and now there's only eliza left

[eqt-95]

lmao i would not be surprised if sideguitars already asked for this but if she has, i need you to write a second one pls

tit for tit or however the saying goes

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

ok. ok, so like. like, you technically asked for this. just saying.

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It hadn’t seemed desperate at the time. There hadn’t been tears. It hadn’t felt like a goodbye. For that, Lena blamed herself. There hadn’t been any legitimate threat to National City in over a year, and she’d become complacent; they all had: J’onn was off-planet, Alex was with Esme and Kelly in Midvale, Nia and Brainy were mid-flight to their honeymoon. All who was left? Kara. Supergirl.

And Supergirl was always going to save the day. 

“How can I help?” Lena had asked from their balcony overlooking the skyline. Three explosions blocks apart rocked the city, sending plumes of dark smoke into the air. Their Saturday afternoon picnic plans were about to take a rain check.

“Just get to the Tower and comms in from there,” Kara replied, her suit already on and attention wholly on the flames licking up the walls of glass. 

“Are you sure? I can come and-”

“There are too many sites; I need you to help me prioritize.”

“Ok,” Lena nodded.

Kara aimed her shoulders to take flight.

“Be careful, darling,” Lena called. She looked on toward the chaos.

Only then did Kara glance back and catch the look of worry that always clouded Lena’s features. She closed the gap and, with two gentle hands, cupped Lena’s cheeks and pressed a reassuring kiss to her lips. 

“I always am,” Kara winked, and then she was off, and then she was gone. 

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It was raining.

Of course it was.

A cleansing. A nourishing. A load of bullshit.

The ground sank under her shoe; a poor choice in a downpour. Kara would have made a joke about that. Kara would have done a lot of things; should have done a lot of things.

Still, mud soaked and struggling with her footing, Lena trekked ahead toward the loitering of black umbrellas and somber expressions of people who knew Supergirl as Kara Danvers; people who didn’t know Kara Danvers at all.

A voice droned. It rang of a hollow religion that Kara Zor El didn’t practice, but appearances were needed. For what, Lena didn’t know. It didn’t matter anymore.

Eliza offered her a wet smile from her tear-stained face and Lena looked on. There had always been a small, selfish part of her that she'd always found comfort in knowing she'd be the first to go. 

"I’m sorry about your wife,” some faceless colleague offered. “How unfortunate that she was in the building, too."

Lena looked on. She looked on and clenched her jaw at the ignorance.

She ignored the pleading looks from Nia and Alex; the soft glances of understanding from Kelly; the hiccups from Esme. She ignored them until there was nothing left to ignore but the sound of rain battering against rayon overhead. She ignored that by dropping the umbrella to the ground where the wind pulled it adrift. Droplets pelted and winds chilled. 

Lena looked on.

The skyline was changed. A lot was changed. 

Now, instead of working at L-Corp, she commuted to a wreckage site.

Now, instead of a warm embrace, she knew only of the cold surfaces of a lonely penthouse.

Now instead of the handsome smile meant only for her, she stared down at a granite slab chiseled with lies.

“Why wouldn't you let me come with you?” she whispered into the wind.

And Lena wasn't sure if she meant the battle or wherever Kara was now.

[anonymooseforever007]

Thinking of You, I live

(Tommy Shelby X daughter Reader)

Summary: It's with the memory of you in my mind that gives me strength to live each day. And live I shall with Joy and Fear, with Laughter and Tears, with Friends and Foes and who else knows? I'll live for the life I'll have remembering the one you never got....In which we get a small glimpse of Y/N's life as it is now.

A/N: No trigger warnings, maybe mentions of death but nothing descriptive and general anxieties that come with being in school. This is just a fun chapter that introduces a few more of Y/N's friends and some of the stuff they like to do. 😂 Enjoy!❤️

WC- 6.6k

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Leeds, April 1927

The door closed with a thud behind Y/N after she entered her apartment. She could hear Nelly in the kitchen, likely attempting to make another cake that would result in a soupy mess or another visit from the fire department. She'd officially moved in last month when the pipes in her apartment got too cold and burst. Instead of making her search for a new place, Y/N just told her to live the the extra bedroom in Y/N's own apartment. Her dad was alright with it, and it wasn't like Nelly didn't spend every other night there anyways. It was an easy decision that made both parties happy. Most days...

Today however, as much as she loved the raven haired girl, Y/N didn't actually want to deal with that at the moment, instead choosing to kick off her shoes and drop her bag next to the small couch as she fell into its floral cushions. Burying her face into the seat she closed her eyes and tried to forget the mess that just occurred. She knew trying to get a degree based in science and math would require a lot of both subjects. But she still hadn't expected just how much she'd have to suffer through. 

"Hey! How'd the test go?"

Nelly, completely unaware of her friend's current distress had inadvertently asked the last question she should have. With an almost pained groan, Y/N moved to lean against the back of the sofa where she could see Nelly. She didn't say anything, just stared with her lips drawn together in a thin line.

"Oooh. I see.... well did you lose your streak?"

This did make Y/N crack a small smile as she understood what was being referenced. A few months ago, Y/N and her friends had established a cry count board. It stared when Betty and Ruthie said they didn't think they'd gone a day in the last two weeks without crying. Y/N had joked that maybe they should keep a tally board just to see if that was true. And thus the "Cry Board" was born. Every day the girls went without crying they'd increase their number. If they cried it would go back to zero. Y/N herself had the longest streak, followed by Eliza, then usually Nelly or Louisa, and finally Betty and Ruthie usually tied in last. There really was no point to the board, but it was still a "fun" game they did for...well again they weren't sure why it was still up, but it was.

"No, I still get to keep my streak. I didn't cry. I only teared up once and that doesn't count," Y/N mumbled, her head once again between the couch cushions.

"Well that's not too bad then. I lost my streak this morning...apparently kicking a wall is more painful than I expected."

Y/N's head shot you over the back of the couch again as she struggled to contain her laugh. Only Nelly would kick a wall expecting it not to hurt.

"Is the wall ok?"

"Oi!"

Y/N laughed as she ducked away from the small bag Nelly had thrown towards her head. Nelly sighed in defeat and headed back to the kitchen, only this time Y/N did decide to follow behind. After all, the last time raven haired girl was left unsupervised, it ended up with all the apartment tenants standing by the side of the building at four in the morning while the firemen secured the perimeter. Y/N didn't even know it was possible to set water on fire until that day. 

"Watcha making?... Or should I say who are you trying to see? Don't think I didn't hear you flirting with the hot fireman last week. Are you trying to invite him over again without.....aaaah!"

Y/N rubbed the end of her nose where Nelly had successfully launched a small ball of cake batter, hitting her mark with a splat.

"Shhh!"

"Alright, alright, alright," Y/N waved on hand in surrender while with the other stuck her finger in her mouth tasting the batter, "This is pretty good though. I like it."

Nelly put her hand over her heart, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm, "Aweee you do love me! And here I was thinking you were going to stab me with a knife one of these days, right in this very kitchen."

Y/N picked up a nearby knife and fiddled it between her hands, "Of course I won't kill you. Especially not here. If I were going to do that I wouldn't use a knife either. There'd be so much blood and I hate blood. You know that. It's too messy." Nelly stared at her for a second unable to tell if her friend was being serious. And she indeed was, but Y/N also noticed her friend's slightly concerned glance and continued, " I mean I won't kill you because I like you too. That should be the obvious given. I probably wouldn't talk to you if I didn't... or go out of my way to do it.... But I do, soooo I'm not gonna kill ya. I don't really want to kill anyone actually because again blood and bodies and other fluids...ew. But like in context I'm not gonna kill you..."

Y/N's rambling was cut off as Nelly began to laugh.

"Y/N I love you, you don't know how much I love that."

"I love you too. That's why I'm not gonna kill ya."

Both girls were laughing now at the conversation they'd already had more than once. It was almost a weekly occurrence of Nelly stating she thought Y/N would kill her for one silly reason or another, and Y/N stating she wouldn't because of the mess it would make. For a moment silence fell over the kitchen as the girls each went to do their own thing. Nelly continued baking and Y/N sat at the counter watching her, sneaking bits of batter from the bowl when she could. 

"But really, how do you think your test went?"

Briefly slumping to put her head on the table before bringing it back up Y/N answered.

"I mean, I think I knew how to work the problems, but I don't know if I got my numbers right. You know I'm bad with that sometimes," she replied. And it was true. It wasn't her own fault, everyone did it, but Y/N had a habit of accidentally switching numbers or letters around in her head at the last minute, or even words occasionally with what she intended. And while it usually didn't matter too much, it was nerve-wracking when her professor only graded questions as right or wrong. No points given for close attempts or missing math signs. And while Y/N understood their reasons for it, sometimes it still was very unpleasant. Luckily, Nelly could be just as positive as her friend in situations like this.

"That's alright isn't it though? It's only one test? What's the worse that could happen?"

"I get kicked out of college and can't get a job and end up dead in the streets..." 

"Ok ok, that's not gonna happen. And besides even if you can't get a job inventing things, there are always other options. You're still incredibly smart and talented. Besides," Nelly joked, poking her friend lightly, "You could always work at a club as a dancer eh? Shake around in sparkly clothes all day?"

It was Y/N's turn to flick batter in the other girl's face. She waved her hands around and made some pitiful attempts to recreate the moves they'd seen the girls in clubs do before. Y/N was incredibly capable of many talents and often considered herself a jack-of-all trades, however that 'all' didn't include anything having to do with dancing or holding a beat. Sure she could carry a tune as well as most people, but when it came to instruments or moving around to them she was at a loss. Too many steps or pre-planned notes that usually got mixed around in her head. So she typically stuck to letting her friends play the music while she cheered them on.

"SEE! I can't even do that Nel. That's the problem," Y/N groaned again thinking of her possible future, "I couldn't even become a dancer at a seedy club because dancer's got to have skills doing that stuff. They have to be able to read music and memorize steps. It doesn't matter how they dance, they're all so graceful too and look real pretty moving around. I haven't ever seen a dancer that makes me look away. But me," Y/N's head hit the table again, "I've got the damn grace of a drunk baby deer. They'll put me on stage and I'll be trying to swing my hips and the fellas in the front will be like 'oh wow who put that sick deer up there Ted?' And 'I don't know Joe maybe it's hunting season' and then they'll probably shoot me to with their gun to make the misery end. That's what's gonna happen I swear!"

Nelly had one hand covering her face as she tried to hide her smile, "First off. I don't even know what that means. Like what the fuck do I say to that. And second I promise you it won't be that bad. And anyone who tries to shoot you will have to fight me to the death first."

Y/N stuck out her hand to grab Nelly's.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah? And I'll make sure there's no blood for you to see either."

"Awe, you do love me!"

"Of course, I can't kill you either, your dad pays our rent."

"...fair enough. But if you kill me and get caught then you'll still get rent free. But I don't think the food will be as good."

"Who said I'm gonna get caught?"

"Nelly, last week you saw a police office and told him you had 4 bottles of illegal rum in your knickers drawer. You weren't even drunk. You just wanted to see what he would do."

"Right...."

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It was a little while later when the phone rang. Y/N had again taken to couch, only this time she wasn't wallowing. Instead she was rereading the Sherlock Holmes book she got in January. It was probably the fifth time she'd done it by now, but still she was captivated every time. And since she was still half way though a chapter, Nelly was left to pick up the phone. The sounds of the conversation were present in the background of Y/N's head, but she was still too focused on her story to pay much attention. That was until Nelly came over and lightly knocked the back of the other girl's head, gaining her attention.

"Book down and grab your bag. We're going out tonight."

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Half an hour later, the two girls reached the pub to meet up with Louisa, Betty, Eliza, and three more of their friends, Peter, Oliver, and Kent. Their group had met the trio a few months ago at the beginning of the semester and their friendship had only grown from there. They were actually the inhabitants of the apartment right next to Y/N and across from Nelly's old one. It was a nice mix, especially when one of the girls ended up staying out late at the university at night and needed someone to walk them home. It also didn't hurt that Peter, and Betty had taken a shine to each other. The pair of them often happened to fall behind the rest of the group when walking to a film or restaurant, lost in their own little world. Though it had been months now and neither would admit their feeling for the other. No amount of teasing or less than subtly hints about getting a room could make them speak the truth. Always saying they were just friends and nothing more. Well, it certainly was nothing more if "nothing more" meant sneaking away from the group's bonfire last week and disappearing for three hours, only to show up dirtied and grinning like the creepy clowns from the Halloween fair. Oliver nearly ended up in the pond for that comment. But in the end, friends or more, the small group enjoyed spending time together when they could, and with the first school year ending soon, they wanted do make the most before they parted ways for summer.

Making their way into the pub, Y/N saw the group had already claimed one booth in the crowded space for their own, which was a good thing too as the room seemed to double in population by the second. However, it seemed their friends had yet to lay eyes on the pair, so the two girls decided to have a little fun. Sneaking over to the table, weaving in and out between patrons they managed to make their way behind the opened ended booth behind Kent, each grabbing one of his shoulders and yelling "Ahhhh" in his ear. And while the rest of the group jumped (or in Oliver's case banged his head on the table), the tall boy just flinched slightly before beginning to laugh. He'd actually noticed the girls sneaking up on him from the mirror across the way, but didn't want to ruin their plans. Kent was like that a lot. 

He was probably the sweetest out of the boys, with his warm smile and farm boy persona. But there wasn't any chance you could ever sneak something by him. As oblivious as he was to the flirting of others. he had senses of a hawk and always seemed to know when he was being tricked or snuck up on. He wanted to be a photographer for the papers or film movies one day. He also had an impressive camera collection and knack for finding a shot of trouble. More than once he'd knocked on the girls door late at night, hoping that Y/N would be able to fix his camera and Nelly would look at the bruise forming beneath his eye when him and Oliver did a little too much amateur investigation. 

It didn't help that Oliver himself practically lived in the small police office his dad ran when he was back home, always going through old cases, looking for something to catch his ever fleeting interest. If there was an unsettling and unsolved crime in the paper, you could be sure Oliver would be trying to jump fence to the murder site to find the missing hand or whatever was left the next day. Atleast he'd had the decency to warn the group now before he dragged them on "adventures". In the beginning, he hadn't told them any of his investigation plans until they were already looking at the creepy writing on the wall or huddling together in the dark woods at night, while he looked for a certain plant that would "absolutely" prove that their stern chemistry professor was the one who should be arrested for a crime. Preferably, before the next test he had yet to study for. He was simply putting it 'fucking amazing'. Y/N and Oliver got along great because of their affinity for stupid jokes and bouncy dispositions. It didn't matter how random or confusing their harmless but, sometimes out of pocket conversations were, if one said something the other was sure to join in. 

Y/N also liked Oliver because he reminded her of her Uncle Finn, who she hadn't seen in years and was basically her brother. It had been so long since she'd seen her father's side of the family, and besides her father she didn't remember too much about most of them. Only bits and pieces of small memories at random times. But she did remember Finn, he'd been the last one she'd talked too before her mother had taken her and left after the news her father died. They'd been talking about what type of fort to build for their sleepover with Katie on that night, and how they could sneak cookies in the fort and hide them from Aunt Polly. She'd been standing right behind them of course, as they planned in the hall by the kitchen....where she was cooking. But she hadn't said anything, letting the children try to make their plan. After all, this was a regular occurrence between Finn and Y/N. They were always making plans to cause trouble in one way or another, but rarely did they ever follow them though. Eventually, and while still discussing forts, they'd gotten up and headed out the door, waving bye to Polly who absentmindedly waved back, not paying much attention as she got back to cutting the carrots. She hadn't put much thought into them leaving, since they were only going to Isaiah's house. It was a normal occurrence and by all means a relatively normal day. But that day hadn't been normal at all. Midway to their destination, Y/N's mother appeared with a letter in her hand, interrupting their conversation before saying Y/N needed to come with her immediately and that she couldn't play with Finn or Isaiah that day. Naively, though after a slight protest wanting to stay together, both children relented to the woman who was still technically Y/N's remaining guardian while her father was at war. Y/N followed her mother down the street, but not before pausing and running back down the street to give Finn a lasting hug and promised to build the fort tomorrow, cookies included..... But unknown to them that wouldn't happen. When Y/N got home her mother told her what was in the letter balled between her hands. That was letter that turned a normal day into the worst in Y/N's young life...

So when she woke up one morning, a few days into her first year of the university, to a young man trying climb in her kitchen window... well she almost took a bat to his skull, but after hearing his girlish scream upon seeing her, she realized something else wasn't right. After all, what robber sings jazz to himself when breaking into a house.... only wears one shoe. Still holding him at bat point, she'd demanded he name himself and state his purpose. To her relief he'd explained that he had thought it was his own kitchen and he wanted to try climbing into the room since he accidentally forgot his key after going out early that morning. He'd noticed a couple of cop cars speeding by and wanted to see where they were going. In his sleepy haste for hopefully a homocide, he'd forgotten not only his keys, but also his left shoe, and as a result, after only making it two blocks, he was stuck outside. That was until he'd seen the Y/N's kitchen window that had been left slightly cracked open the night before to let airflow in and mistook it for his own. How he'd gotten up three stories with one shoe Y/N didn't ask, but she knew she was impressed, and a bit scared. She'd never leave the window even slightly open ever again. Having decided the gangly boy wasn't going to kill her and get blood on her floors, Y/N did the one thing she was very good at.... She made him her friend by offering him food. Toast to be exact, as it was the one thing she knew she could make well.

And from that moment the rest was history. Once again, she finally had a friend who she was as close to as her favorite uncle. Someone who understood her as she understood him and together they would create just as much good as they did chaos. After breakfast she'd joined Oliver in knocking on his apartment door repeatedly until a half asleep Kent opened the door, not even registering the new face. It would be four more days before she saw either boy again or actually learned Kent's name. She'd dubbed him "the tall one with messy black hair " at that point when recounting the event to her friends. Then on the fourth day, Oliver had eagerly called out to her across the street, waving his arms like a bird to get her attention as she was walking with her friends. He asked if they wanted to join him and Kent for some "fun". Having nothing else to do and intrigued by the boy's energy, they'd followed him.... 

Did they end up lost in the middle of the woods for three hours looking for where Oliver read about a woman who had killed her unfaithful husband? Yes? Did Betty try and convince Nelly to take the injured baby owl back and keep it in her apartment until it recovered? Yes. Did she agree? No, but Clark did, and Oliver threatened to make it into stew if it pooed on his case files. Did Eliza throw a pebble at Oliver's neck, making him scream and nearly jump into Kent's arms? Well that, she'd never admit, but it was funny to watch. Did Lydia almost smell a poisonous flower only for Y/N to stop her and give a very detailed explanation of what painful things would happen if she inhaled it? Yes??? Did Oliver go to smell the flower after hearing said explanation just to see if it was true? Yes.... Well he tried but Y/N wacked him on the back of the head before he smelled it too much.... didn't stop him from almost passing out though. It also didn't stop her from asking him if he thought she should try it... Kent decided at that moment to A) never let Y/N and Oliver get drunk at the same time for the safety of the free world, and B) grab the flower to light it on fire so no one else could smell it.... Did this prompt another rambling explanation from Y/N about how burning the flower could be more deadly than just smelling it causing the rest of them to run away from Kent who was already "infected" with the "botanical blood death" according to Oliver? Yes, but even though he hadn't lit the plant yet he still listened to her every word. Did they still spend an hour trying to convince Oliver to let Kent back in his car for the trip back? No.... it was two hours.... All in all it was a great trip and everyone had fun! The baby bird was named Owlver ("Like Oliver but with Owl....get it Ollie?"..... "Absolutely fucking not Y/N.") and Owie (his nickname) loves sitting on Oliver's head while he sleeps. And from that day forward it wasn't unusual for them to meet together like they were today. However, now they made Oliver tell them when he wanted to explore a crime scene.... he told the truth....usually.

But back to the present, where Nelly and Y/N had settled down among their friends. Nelly sat on one end of the booth with her legs over Louisa's lap, wiggling her feet towards Eliza and Betty in greeting. Y/N ended up sitting between Oliver and Kent. They all knew that she, like Eliza wasn't the most comfortable in crowded places and on top of that she didn't like touching too many people in general, especially random strangers. Sure, she was usually alright with brushing up with her friends, but aside from the occasional hug, even that took some time. So to lessen the possibility of that occurring, Eliza got to pick the seat in the smack middle of the booth next to Peter and Betty, while Kent had given Y/N his seat next to Oliver, and taken the remaining end of the booth while placing his arm over the back of Y/N's space so he wouldn't fall off. And soon enough after they were settled the first round of their drinks arrived.

Everyone was content for a little while longer, each jumping in and out of the two or three different conversations happening at once. Then Louisa grabbed her glass and stood up, causing everyone to pause and look at her. 

"Alright darlings," she drawled," Who's gonna fight the crowd and go to the Loo with me, eh? I wanna check my hair and take a piss."

Betty and Eliza also got up, but Y/N hesitated slightly pretending to avoid Louisa's eyes and leaning a bit farther from the booth end, closer to Oliver who was no help in her plight, already starting to try pushing her out to effectively knock Kent off the seat so he could stretch his own legs out. The 'brilliant stinking bean pole of a human being' Y/N thought to herself.

"Y/N? Are you coming or are you really gonna leave me to the potential horrors of the bathroom," Louisa questioned, poking her arm lightly with pretty red nails.

Y/N jokingly rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, "But Louisaaa..... peopleeee!!!! You know how I feel able them. They'r- Olive Boy stop pushing my ass or you're gonna knock Kent out."

"That's the point."

Louisa only laughed and grabbed her hand insistently, pulling her up as Kent, the traitor of a friend, released his hold over her shoulders and stood up making Oliver's goal a whole lot easier. Y/N elbowed him slightly as he continued to try and claim his new space causing the boy to groan and finally relent. "Yes people, but come on! It's just a quick trip and besides it's The Rules."

"Ah yes, THE Rules. If one girl goes to take a piss, all must follow to hear it's tinkle," She drawled, raising an eyebrow. "Alright. I guessss I'll just follow the code or face the punishment of death by high heel to the head. Their very cute shoes, but that color doesn't go with my eyes."

The other girls laughed with Y/N as she finally relented, letting Louisa lead them away through the incredibly thick crowd. The boys were left behind to "guard" the drinks and make sure James Orville didn't steal any more chairs for his own table. If they'd look behind them, they'd have seen a smug Kent sitting down abruptly on Oliver's knees, keeping him trapped as Peter moved to tie the other boy's shoes together. 

Once in the toilets, Y/N, and Betty took the time to fiddle with hair or reapply lipstick while, Louisa, Eliza, and Nelly did their business. Out of the corner of her eye, Betty noticed Y/N looking at her with smirk. Her ruby red lips were partially hidden behind the drink she'd brought with her, but Betty could see she had something to say. 

"Alright. What is it you wanna say," turning to her friend, Betty raised an eyebrow in question at her glance. 

Y/N smirked wider now. "Oh nothing... Do you wanna try my drink," she offered, holding the caramel colored liquid forward. 

"Na, that's alright. I know how you am about sharing food. In fact I'm surprised you even offered," Betty reminded her with a smile. "You don't like putting your mouth on places where others' have been. Just the thought makes you ick, that what you said when Ollie stole your fork once. And if someone accidentally takes a bite of your food you'll avoid that area entirely, IF you even choose to finish it. I'm not gonna push you," Betty laughed good naturally at her friend's 'preferences' as she called them. 

For as impulsive and out of pocket as Y/N could be, she did have interesting a habit of being very picky so to speak when it came to matters involving things that came into contact with other people. If she offered to share food she'd practically get the person their own plate for even a single bite, and sometimes she didn't even want to touch the dishes other people used if she didn't know if they were clean. Though that may one have came from an old friend who had a habit of putting dirty dishes back with the clean ones. She'd even gotten her own set of different utensils once. And that was only some of the things she did involving just food. And while she knew it likely wouldn't do any harm, she just sometimes felt there was often something off about using the same utensils as someone else just had or taking a sip from the same cup someone else did. She couldn't explain why, it just was.

Y/N have a short huffing laugh of her own at the truth in Betty's words as she continued, "Besides, Y/N. I do kinda agree with you on the food thing. Sharing chips and sandwiches is fine by me, but when it come to drinks there's too much change of backwash. I don't want that from no one you know?"

There it was. The opportunity Y/N was hoping she'd find a window for.

"Oh, absolutely. Backwash is a total no go. But I gotta ask Betty Boo.....when did Peter become 'no one' to be exact?"

Betty froze for a second, like a great secret was about to be uncovered, before she composed herself again and put on a confused look. 

"What do you mean by that Y/N," commented Eliza, who had come out to the sinks and only heard the end of the conversation was also confused. Turning to Betty, Y/N gave her friend a smile that's wasn't mean or cruel, more like Y/N had finally found the evidence to put the pieces together for proof.

"Well, I noticed a moment when we were back out at the table. See, there were seven of us but only five drinks. Now I know Kent isn't drinking tonight to make sure you lot get home later, but that still leaves one drink missing. And I know you're drinking tonight because I noticed you've emptied that glass twice as fast as you usually do. But that's because it isn't just your drink," she gestured to the drink in Betty's hand as Louisa joined them, "And it's not Nelly's either, I know y'all share sometimes too, but she got her own tonight," Betty began to blush knowing they'd been caught by now, but still let her friend finish. "Then I noticed it," Y/N continued her deductions, "You happened to take a sip of your glass once before putting it down on the table. And who was it that tied to sneakily take the glass for his own sip while we were telling Oliver not to make faces at the man across the way?.... Our very own Peter Escott." 

Eliza gasped in astonishment, "Ohhh Betty! You're sharing drinks with Pete?!"

From the stall Nelly's own gasp and shout of "Betty's finally fucking Pete?" could be heard as she scrambled to get out.

All four girls looked at their friend, trying to hide their smiles as they waited for Betty's response. 

"Shit."

Oh. That wasn't the response they were expecting. Immediately Y/N felt bad about asking. Maybe she should have just ignored her observations.

"What? OOOh Betty did you not want me to po.." she started to apologise but Betty interrupted as she began to laugh to herself.

"No, no it's not that. You just made me loose the bet." Now the rest of the girls were confused.

"Bet?"

"Who's Betting?"

"Betty's been betting?"

"Badly betting if she lost too. OOHH WAIT, does this have to do with the bonfire? And Pete?"

Shaking her head once, Betty downed the rest of her (and Pete's) drink before cutting her losses and finally admitting the truth.

"Ok fine, I'll admit it. Yes I am going around with Pete now," Her confession being briefly interrupted by the joyous congrats and eager gasps of her friends. 

"Ahhhhhh"

"We knew it!"

"You two were always cute together."

"When did it happen? Give us all the details!!"

Betty, laughed again, slightly blushing at the story about to be told.

"So as you know Pete and I have always been close in a different way than we are with the rest of you. And I love all of you, but with Pete it's just a bit different. I guess that's why we use to fall behind a bit and talk. We could talk for hours and he listens and makes me feel like the most special girl in the world! But I wasn't sure if he felt the same way too and I was scared to ask. But then I guess he felt the same way because," She paused for second, reliving that moment from last week, "Then we had the bonfire last week. And well I realized I forgot my towel back by the river, right? And he offered to get it with me." The rest of the girls were surrounding a blushing Betty now, each eager to hear the story as she recounted her romantic tale. They'd have to be sure to tell Ruthie when they got back.

"And? What happened next?! Because we know you didn't just get the towel. Your hair was a mess, we want all the details!"

"Well, maybe not ALL the details but you know, enough." 

Betty have a small laugh before continuing, "Alright I'll give you the details but you have to be quiet. And promise not to tell the other boys, I'm not sure if Pete wants them to know yet." After they promised, swearing on the cry board, Betty finished her tale. "So we went down by the water and found the towel. But when we saw it I looked up and saw how pretty the stars were wanted to sit down for a bit. He agreed and there we were. Sitting by the water, side by side, looking at the stars. Then there was a shooting on so I decide to make a wish. And you know what happened after that. I saw Pete looking at me all funny. He got this weird look in his eye like he couldn't make a choice. And when I asked what what wrong he asked if he could try something. Well I thought he was gonna try skipping a rock, but you know what he did?"

A collective "What," echoed from the rest of the girls.

"He kissed me, right on the lips."

The small bathroom was filled with squeals and cheers of excitement as Betty's story reached the climax. 

"Ahhh Betty!! He kissed you!"

"Ohh on the lips!"

"He definitely loved you!!"

"I can already see the wedding!"

Suddenly their excitement was interrupted by a knock on the door and a gruff voice from outside.

"Everything alright in there? I heard yelling."

Maybe not humiliated, but still a little embarrassed their discussion could be heard outside, the girls were quick to reassure the man, "We're alright! Just a bit excited. Thank you though."

"Alright, well. Just be safe.... I guess," the man replies as he left, confused to what made the ladies room so exciting as he made his was back to his own table. Then the girls turned their attention back to Betty.

"So that's it? Y'all are finally together? That's brilliant," Y/N beamed, glad for her friend and that her observations didn't lead her astray. But evidently Betty wasn't done yet.

"Yes, but even that's not all. See when he kissed me I was a bit shocked and froze up. I mean, I liked it but I wasn't expecting it so I didn't know what to do. And when he pulled back I could see he thought he'd made a mistake. Like he thought I was gonna hit him for kissing me or that I didn't feel the same way. He looked like he was debating getting up and running away right there. So before he could I.... I grabbed him by the collar and held him there while I kissed him."

Another round of excitement was heard from outside at this new information.

"Oh Betty!! Look at you go!!"

"I bet he liked that."

"How long after that did you end up in the dirt?"

Betty rolled her eyes at Nelly's comment but still smiled at her friends. It felt good to finally tell them, even if she and Pete were having fun hiding it. There was something so enticing about a secret relationship no one else knows about, even if they all suspected it. But it was also fun to fawn over it with her friends. The girls gossiped about this new information for a while, before a few more women came in and they decided it was time to go back to the table. All of them left with grins and knowing smirks and they weaved their way back to the crowd. 

When they arrived, Kent was still sitting on Oliver's legs, unbothered, while Pete had moved behind him to hold his arms behind his back. It appeared they were having a discussion of their own with Pete whispering something real close to Oliver's ear. But upon seeing the girls he let go of his friend and the boys froze, with Pete pretending to be interested in his drink while Oliver and Kent attempted to sneak their own knowing glances between Betty and Pete. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they talked about. 

With a not displeased but still resigned sigh, Betty decided to do what she'd been wanting to all night. She scooted back into the booth before sitting on her boyfriends lap and giving him a kiss. Both the other boys' mouths dropped open in shock. Ok, so maybe they hadn't been talking the same thing when the girls were in the bathroom. After accepting the kiss Pete had pulled back eyes wide before looking at the rest of the group. He sputtered slightly not knowing what to say, he didn't know she'd finally told the girls. But before he could speak again Betty interrupted him.

"It's fine they know."

"They know?"

"Yep we know," Eliza interrupted, sitting down next to Betty again as the group moved to their original positions. Only this time, Betty remained on Pete's lap and now Y/N joined Kent on sitting over Oliver's legs as he still refused to move them. 

"Was it the sharing a drink that gave it away" asked Oliver, thinking back to his original observation that led to the boys' own discussion.

"Yep," popped Y/N, patting Oliver's chest in agreement. Evidently she hadn't been the only one to notice the couple's less than sneaky tactics. 

"Nice.... So now that the cats out of the bag for that fucking finally, who wants to go to the old water mill with me? I read a paper this morning about a foot that was found by the owner Saturday morning in the wheel. Sounds like a mysterious crime is a foot....Right? Get it? A Foot. Like they one found at the mill?"

Y/N gave a small snort as she hid her smile behind her hand, while the rest of the table groaned at Oliver's gruesome joke. She was absolutely glad she decided to see who it was sneaking through her window before swinging that day. If she hadn't then who's to say when such a great thing would have begun?

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[gloomgrl9]

Twst Ghost Prefect!

hi this is based off a dream i had last night sorry if its bad :3

also its sad then kinda ok then sad then ok again then sad but its not as bad at the end. mentions of car crashes and blood.

His brother, Ortho, had rushed in to give him the news. You, Ramshackle's Prefect had died? After dealing with so many overblots, a car accident is what took you out. There was an email sent out to everyone, telling about your demise. The school went into mourning, as not a soul there disliked you. Despite not leaving his room, he composed himself to attend your funeral, only to then hole himself up even more.

Two days later, he was playing the multiplayer game the two of you would play. He heard a ping-one to signal that someone else had joined the game. This confused him, as he was playing on your shared private server. He clicked the margins to see YOUR username in green, saying you were online. His face paled and he started to panic. Ortho came in, concerned by his brother's increased heart rate. When he showed Ortho the screen, he was confused to see your username gone. This was one of many peculiar instances.

Heartslaybul students rumored about the prefect's spot, left open in honor, would suddenly have the napkin dirty during tea parties, or how the drink in their cup would vanish, as if someone unseen was drinking it.

The Tweels in the Mostro Lounge swear the tables would clean themselves, like someone was helping them.

Pomfiore students could bet on the scent of your very unique perfume, always the most strong around what were your favorite parts of campus.

And during late and lonely nights in Scarabia, Kalim could swear he felt an odd warmth whenever he broke down into his racking sobs over your death.

Now you were arguably the most upset. Absolutely distraught by how your consciousness remained and how no one heard your voice, you had no way of getting out your emotions. What bewildered you and frustrated you even more was how Eliza and the literal other ghosts in Ramshackle didn't even notice you. You were left with one way of getting your emotions out-haunting.

It started simple, really. Just with the aforementioned instances above. While those were harmlessly interacting with your beloved friends, it failed to nullify your angst. What started to send NRC students into their own dismay, was when little car models were suddenly everywhere. No one knew where they come from, but they were in every possible place: dorms, classrooms, rose mases, even the VIP room at the lounge. Soon the little toys became busted up, and splattered with red paint, feigning blood. People pointed fingers at Heartslabyul, as they had the most red paint to obey the Queen of Heart's rules. Soon later, graphic images of car wrecks were plastered onto blackboards in the classroom. The staff was appalled, and demanded whoever drew them to fess up immediately. Unfortunately, there was no one to catch.

As the years went on, stories of your spirit became just stories. You stopped with the violent imagery and stuck with the pleasant interactions with your old peers. While your pitiful spirit remained tethered to the campus, you always tried to find the silver lining, especially when your favorite immortal Diasomnia students came to visit as alumni. You always watched over generations of your friends. Though their spirits had passed over to a new life, you never did get any clarity as to why you remained. Even in the end, despite the wonderful person you were, you were damned to this inescapable form for all eternity.

[bigmack2go]

Rock the ballet

Ok so it was generally rly gay coded lol

Especially rocket man

SKy was the protagonist in rocket man btw hehehehe

-Sky (wearing a white pollunder) was looking at the audience and danced and it looked kinda like he was reaching for the stars. There was a lot of priuettes and fouettes and other turns. Then another guy (wearing a black tanktop) came out and they danced. Together. They were lifting each other up and sometimes they picked up that ‘reaching for the stars’ theme again and it ‘worked’ even better like that. I really liked that they also took girls parts of those steps. During the Chorus the other dancers would come out but only as background dancers.

In the end everything went a little slower and they started to line up, then everything went super fast for a second and then the music stopped and they all stood still. Everyone left again except the two and then they danced together again for a short moment but this time kt was like slow dance. They went in circles and looked at each other. That was SOOO gay u dont understand. Then the other guy in the black shirt left the stage but they were reaching for each other and Sky tried to hold onto him but eventually he couldn’t pull him back anymore. I think it was supposed to imply death taking a lover? Couldn’t say for sure tho. Then Sky was alone on the stage again and danced for another minute and the choreography looked really pained and like he tried too hard because it was really fast. He was mainly on the ground trying to reach up again but had a rly hard time. BUT HE DID MAKE IT. It was just harder now. He ended it the same position that he started in, looking at the audience but he looked up (he looked me directly in the eyes hehehe) like he looked at the stars and half heartedly raised an arm again to ‘reach for a star’ it was kinda giving Eliza’s gasp at the end of hamilton tbh.

I also liked that the guys werent the only one’s that were shirtless: so were the girls, and when it came to the part where they took off their jackets so did the girls. Also when the girls wore skirts, so did the guys.

Every song had somewhat of a protagonist

And each song had its own little story

-the best one in my opinion was where a girl was passed around between the guys back and fourth and they all just danced playfully with her briefly and then in the end there was one guy who like caught her and held her and she fell back and he caught her and went down with her. It was a clear message.

But there WERE established couples that weethe same through the show

Smt else that was rly cool was that girls had men’s choreographies.

-like in one song there was a girl as the protagonist and all the guys were ‘hitting on her’ but there was one girl with them. The guy-parts were all wearing college Jackets (and no shirts) and she did too. The song showed the female protagonist dancer playing with them all and while I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t intended, the chemistry between the girls was smt more? In the end it was the female dancer that ’got’ her and stayed until the end when everyone else left. I think it was meant to show power of friendship but it felt gay idek.

I filmed part of the second act. Just when i planned to stop filming Born This Way came on so obviously i didn’t stop. Same for Somebody To Love.

The only thong I didn’t like, was that in ‘Born this way’ the only clear couple that was established was a straight one

-At one point there was a lyrics “take a seat” and one of the girls just straight up took a seat ON one of the guys.

-Something else that was really cool was that they formed a car of their bodys: front guy (‘bumper’) was like hunched over, the ‘driver’ of the car had her feet there, two guys made the ‘seats’ and she set on another hunched one, and one that held her back. Two guys held her arms and were somewhat the windows. The car actually moved so it was rly cool. The ‘driver’ later (when they werent a car anymore) had an imaginary cigarette. She ashed it off and I rly rly rly liked how they made that into a dance move but theres more. When she “finished the cigarette’, she threw it on the ground and “stumped it out’ and that was even better made into a dance move.

@kylielouise

[hedgiwithapen]

Supergirl, Alex and Kara as kids

part of the Apastron /Tiny Kara AU Appulse: The closest approach of one celestial object to another, as viewed from a third body.

Alex knew a few months weren't enough to fix years--three years, if the information J'onn had given her mom was true-- of torture. It was still hard to see how scared Kara was of nearly everything.  Her sister clutched at her hand hard. 

"It's fine. He'll be here soon" Alex promised her sister. Kara clung anyways. Since the Earthquake, the nightmares had come back, and the smallest change to  their routine--classes in the temporary middle school buildings, lunch with Winn, a trip to the library at its least busy time-- were enough to leave her paralyzed with uncertainty.  

It wouldn't have been a problem if  Eliza hadn't gotten a call from the Peruvian embassy two days ago. A body had been discovered, and she had to go Identify it. Alex had gotten the whole story by now, what J'onn had done, what her father had. Two men had died in the jungle that night, and two lives had been saved because of it. 

J'onn had been so sure that letting Kara go--that getting her out of the cell and into the sunlight--was the last thing he would do before being caught himself. But for months The DEO had continued to believe he was Hank Henchhaw, following all his fake trails before starting to pull back on their hunt for the Kryptonian prisoner on his orders. 

Until now, Alex had been sure that everything would be ok. Kara would get better. She'd train to join the DEO when she was older, to protect Kara forever with J'onn.  They'd change everything from the inside out until there was somewhere safe for Kara, and for J'onn, and anyone else who came from the stars with no place else to go. 

Now, standing in her backyard with a suitcase at her side and Kara's hand in hers, she worried. 

If the body was dad's, she'd really know. There was no chance of him coming back. No hope that he'd open the door someday and pull her into a hug and tell her how proud he was. 

If it wasn't, then everything was lost. 

A blur of red and blue shot across the sky, only visible because she was looking, then doubled back and touched down. Superman looked at the impact of his feet in the lawn and winced. "Sorry about that," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to be late."

Kara reached out her other hand to him, and he took it, arranging his cape to drape over her a bit. 

"Are you girls ready?" he asked. 

"Yeah," Alex said, trying to stay upbeat. Like this was a normal Thanksgiving break activity. Some kids went to Disneyland, or to a grandparent's. She and Kara were going to be flown halfway across the country by Superman. 

It would be safer, her mom and J'onn had agreed.  They'd acted like it was just for the three days it would take to fly to Peru, meet with the embassy, identify the body, and fly home.  But that depended on the corpse. 

"We'll stay at the farm for now, since it's the holidays," he told them, looking at the suitcases. "And if things get... extended, you'll both be safe there."

"You?" Kara asked, a little frantic. Alex winced. Having her mom gone was hard enough. If Clark left them with strangers--even perfectly nice strangers like the people who'd taken care of him-- Kara wouldn't react well, and frankly she wasn't sure she would either. 

"I've got a job to do in Metropolis," he said. " and my apartment's not that big. But, uh. We'll figure that out later, if we need to, ok? I'm sure we won't have to."

He took the suitcase in one hand, checking the weight, then slipped the long side handle over his arm. "Ok. Hang on tight."

Alex had to let go of Kara to do it, and braced for Kara to start to cry as Superman lifted them both off the ground and into the sky.

Instead, as the wind rushed past her ears, ruffling her hair and sending Kara's streaming like a golden banner, Kara let out a giggle, then a laugh.

Alex tried to beam, her heart dropping to her toes as the earth fell away from them. Kara was scared of everything in the world, it seemed sometimes. Except for her family.

And, she realized, except for flying. 

[yandere-fics]

Ok I'm trying to think of more "very normal" stuff, but the idea of Veronia's sibling having 2 pussies appeared in my brain and now idk if I should laugh at that mental image or scream.

Anyway here are just some other yucky nasty thoughts

(Very yucky) Eliza and her sibling sharing a bed, Eliza is going insane over how good they smell, totally bonkers, losing her mind, and figures it wouldn't be soooooo bad if she just rubbed the tip of her cock against your hole. And then oops. Somnophilia.

You're Darla's twin sister, and despite being twins, you ended up looking a lot more like the other sisters than she did. Dark hair, darker skin, she hates it. She hates you. Whenever the two of you would hang out she would act all pissy and cold. People always assumed you were dating instead of being sisters and it enfuriates her. One day she snaps and idk beats you up or plays a really mean prank on you, only to realise in that moment "oh shit I'm madly in love with her what the fuck do I do". Then they fuck or something idk Darla's pysche is hard for me to figure out. Moral of the story is "if I can't be you I need to keep you"

-girlfailure

the darla thing would be so cute, unfortunately the other sisters got their genes from their father and so if you are her twin and don't look like her you'd probably look like the mother who has red hair instead of the rest which would also piss her off. Darla is hard to get down, she's a manipulative piece of shit who loves her sisters the most but also loves her darling so a darling sister will get the most affection from her but it will also be a mess because she needs to keep you by her side extra hard.

mmmm somno and just the tip my beloveds....

My thoughts for Veronia were actually what if she had a sibling and they were human and left to go live in the real world and have human babies and a few generations down the line she meets her darling who is fully aware this is her great great great aunt and Veronia really doesn't know how to also tell you that you're her mate, she's trying so hard to act normal. meanwhile with your very diluted darling instincts you keep trying to cuddle with her not noticing her two massive boners because part of you knows you belong in her arms.

[pardonmydelays]

hii

in the heights/hamilton characters as different aesthetics (preppy, goth, etc.)

this is such a great question! ok, let's think about it. so i decided to pair them up (one ith + one (or two) hamilton character(s) with similar vibes i may also drop some quotes to prove my point) and here's how i see it:

usnavi/alexander (it's all about the legacy they left with me, it's destiny/what is a legacy? it's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see + both the caribbean immigrants + both orphans + both can't shut up sometimes i could write a whole essay about it actually): 90s (i don't have any explanation for this one, i just want to see it cause it's a vibe)

vanessa/angelica (if i'm in the mood, it will not be with some dude who is whistling cause he has nothing to say/i'm looking for a mind at work + so this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level you see what i did here, right?): DARK ACADEMIA (oh i love this one, i could even make them a moodboard lol)

nina/eliza: (hey guys, it's me! the biggest disappointment you know BUT nina please believe that when you find your way again you're gonna change the world/i'm erasing myself from the narrative BUT i live another 50 years, it's not enough + and when my time is up, have i done enough? cause in the end they both have done so much, ok? you know what i'm trying to say also this post is a mess): PREPPY (idk i just think it's their vibe)

benny/mulligan (idk, for some reason i was just thinking about how benny was showing off his skills in benny's dispatch and mulligan was showing off... his pants also yes that is the only reason lol): SKATER (do i even need to explain?)

sonny/laurens/philip (they all just have the same young energy for me and i'm not gonna give you any quotes here, it's just something you can see with your own eyes when you watch them on the stage): KIDCORE (i literally had no idea something like this exists but you can google it and it's a perfect choice for them)

kevin/jefferson (ok so look, kevin and camila are married to each other and jefferson and madison are also like a married couple in my head i don't know what else i can say): NORMCORE (just how i see it)

camila/madison (look up): LIGHT ACADEMIA (idk it's just the vibe bro)

daniela/lafayette (mostly because they are both iconic and come on we all love them so much also daniela works in the salon and layafette has majestic hair but it's unimportant): ART HOE (it's just perfect for them, ok?)

carla/peggy (like can't you just see it? carla clearly doesn't have much to say and peggy... and peggy. they are both cute tho! and they are both there just for fun!): SOFT GIRL (cause like i said they are just cute!)

piragua guy/king george (hey, pana! i run this town!/soon you'll see, you'll remember you belong to me! come on they are basically the same person, piragua guy is the king of washington heights): BADDIE (i'm literally crying right now, it's too damn funny)

abuela claudia/george washington (that was abuela, she's not really my abuela but she practically raised me, this corner is her escuela/your wife needs you alive, son, i need you alive + daddy's calling parent vibes lol): COTTAGECORE (it is what it is)

graffiti pete/burr (listen, i don't even have any quotes here, it's just the fact that usnavi hates graffiti pete and hammy and burr are enemies lol you see what i did here): GOTH (just because this is so fucking funny in my head lol imagine aaron burr as goth)

maria reynolds (i don't have a pair for her oops): EARLY 2000s (because of course)

[star-stell]

hi! could you go more in detail on lucia and your other boltons? like, who are they,who is luc, what is her place in the story/world, how did her bolton mom got shacked up with a dothraki guy, how did lucia got shacked with a lannister boy etc etc

LOVE them all btw!!

AND I LOVE YOU ANON.

Ok, I literally have a folder of lore, so get comfy, and lets start by the basics:

Atenea Bolton:

Daughter to Roose and his first wife, which makes her an older sister to both Domerik and Ramsay. She's a little bit like Cersei, in the sense that she wishes to have been a son. She had a fast and badly hidden love affair with a young manservant, which was cut short by her father. Her lover was killed and they tried to force an abortion on her but it didn't work and now they had a bastard, an unwanted child. Atenea doesn't love any of her kids nor her husband, she only loves power and those who can give it to her. The story of how she got married has nothing of loving nor romantic: Roose saw the posibility that would open marrying his daughter to a dothraki merchant and took it. There's a few dothraki who are merchants and they are rich and powerful, specially in the free cities, but no dothraki woman would marry someone who travels trought sea, so most of them find brides at Westeros. Their marriage was basically a punishment against Atenea.

• Sammuel Bolton Snow:

The first son, he would have had a great future had he been born legitimate or in another family. From the moment he was born his mother had been disgusted by his mere existence. He was raised by servants and as one, even if he knew who his mother and sisters were. Sam, still, tried his best and found a place in Dreadfort as a musician and music teacher to his half sisters. Lucía felt certain anger against him for what she percived as his status as the firstborn son and tried to peel off his face at age nine, in the other hand Eliza sees him as this free person (that he is not, he can't go anywhere for being a bastard and knowing it) and envies him both for it and for the man he married in secret, whom she's deeply in love with, still they try to have eachother's backs.

Elizabeth Bolton

She's the firstborn of Atenea's marriage and was raised with all the conformities that come with it. Outside, she seems like the perfect lady: found a husband early, beautiful, and inocent looking, but in the inside Eliza is a very angry, very rebellious person. She wants to travels, to see world, to dance, and sing, and act, and scream. Maybe it's for this that she fell hard for Charles, the young musician of Dreadfort, varely some years older than her and so handsome. She's a little bit of a Sansa character, if Sansa got married too young and grew out of her romanticism in a less overtly violent way. Her husband, Darnlo Reed, is all things considered a good man, even if dilikeable at times.

Lucía Bolton:

Lucía is the last of the three children and her father's favourite daughter, she's the most obviously dothraki looking of the two, and also the one he could have for longer. Lucía is also more eternally rebellious than her sister, going out hunting, learning to use a sword and riding horses without the care of a lady. Is maybe for this that Ramsay can't stand her, because she's this eternally rough girl who won't back down, who he left alone in the forest to die and came back (more of that in a minute). While Lucía is all of this things, she's also a strategist, and infinitly cruel, like most of her family. She's stuck in this weird limbo where she's not son nor daughter because of her habilities, she would have been the perfect son to the Boltons, a Red King. Sam once tried to cut her throat with a lute's cord after what she did to his face, which have her that nasty scar on her neck, the rest of them are from punishments and hunting accidents.

Ok, now that the basics are covered, time for the actual fun part!

What is Lucía's place in the story?

She's a product of her times, a Bolton with al the things that it brings, but who also is deeply diferent from her family, where her mother, uncle and grandfather can only see power as fear, she sees power as a way of love, something that forces you to give. She's a bit of a haunt, too, as much of Domerik's description was used to create the basis of her character, which makes her hated and loved by her family.

Her arc starts way before the Starks leave Winterfell, when she's eleven and Ramsay takes her for a "hunting trip" where he leaves her in the forest during a snow storm, in whises of her dying. For good or bad, Lucía was way too headstrong to just die laying down, so she tried to come back to Dreadfort. At some point she starts hearing voices that might just be hunger alucinations of the Old Gods, who know? But when a starved wolf attacks her, those voices tell her to fight back, to kill it, eat it's meat and wear it's skin. And she does. She also pull it's teeth with her to Dreadfort, and when she finally comes home, dressed with a wolf skin, bathed in blood, a week after the ""hunting trip"" where she allegedly fell from her horse and died, eyes crazed with hunger, she goes straigth to Roose and gifts him one of the teeths.

"One for you, one for me, the rest for the gods."

(I don't write here the rest of the scene bcs i'm working on a drawing for it!)

How does Lucía got shaked up with a Lannister?

[...] It was the knowledge of the young lady's affiliation with unladylike activities and her lack of southern belle that made her a harder sell than one might expect from a Bolton lady. It was in the year 297 after the Conquest that Lady Bolton and her fourteen-year-old daughter made a journey to Casterly Rock. On the tenth day the two arrived at Casterly Rock, and by the twentieth day, Maeele Lannister, first-born grandson of Tywin Lannister, was betrothed to Lucia Bolton.

To be completly honest, I think that the Boltons would jump at the oportunity of having alliances with the Lannisters and for the Lannisters is a good way of having allies in the north. Also, it sets up the red wedding with more strength: these families are allies, the Bolton youngest is about to become a Lannister. Also, in a less serious note, it's because they both are such cunts no one else would marry them.

Woah! Yeah, I think this is all! But, hey, if you want more deep study about someone/something, PLEASE TELL ME!! I LOVED to do this!

[executethyself35]

3, 13, and 14 of the ask game!! Excited for your new project <33

Maaac, thank you, you godsend

3. How did your OC feel the first time they left home? Why did they leave?:

Zippo: she left Russia when she was 2 and doesn't remember much, and when she left San Francisco for the war she felt homesick but got through it pretty well

B: when she left Cuba at 5 she was upset bc her whole family was there, but when she left New York to join the effort she got over her homesickness pretty quickly and pushed through

Ollie: she was happy when she left, she felt a bit himesick, but she becoming a medic and got to be from under her parents rules

Torrie: when she left England at 10 she was upset, she was losing her friends and family, and then when she left Ireland at 15 she didn't feel as bad bc she had her whole mom's side of the family coming with her, and then when she left for the war she didn't really feel anything bc she's uped and left what she called home 2 times beforehand

Eliza: when she left home at 16 she was fucking glad, she was out of a terrible situation, and when she left to become a medic, she didn't really feel anything, girl was going through shit

Mary: she felt homesick when she left to join, but she kinda just packed that shit down and kept it bottled up bc she didn't need anyone to know that

Marselle: sweetheart was the most homesick thing ever, she joined and the whole train ride to bootcamp she was homesick

Julia: when she left home for work in Philly when she 17 she felt like every kid who moves out does, homesick but getting on with life, and when she joined up she didn't have the same feeling of homesickness

Allie: she felt free when she joined the army at 18, she didn't have to deal with her moms strict rules, but she did miss her dad and sister

13. Does your OC have any siblings? What was their relationship with their siblings growing up? If they were an only child, did they want siblings?

Zippo: she has 5 younger siblings all who she has a great relationship with except her younger brother Eli, he pisses everyone in their family off

B: she has no siblings, she used to wish to have some, but she came to see her friends as siblings

Ollie: she has 1 older brother, and they have your typical younger sister older brother relationship, they talk shit to eachother

Torrie: she has 1 younger sister, and she loves her sister with her heart and soul and would probs kill someone for her

Eliza: she has 8 other siblings, two older twin brothers who she has a terrible relationship with, 2 older twin sisters who she has an alright relationship with, 2 younger brothers and sisters who she really doesn't have a relationship with

Mary: she has 2 older brothers and an older sister, she has a pretty ok relationship with them

Marselle: she has 2 younger brothers and 2 younger sisters, she loves all of them, including her baby brother who's a knucklehead

Julia: she has 2 older brothers, an older sister, and 2 younger brothers and sisters, she got a good relationship with all of them

Allie: she has a younger sister, who she sets an example for

14. Who was your OC's first love? How do they remember that person now? (I'm going to keep these kinda vauge bc i'm trying to save it for the fic):

Zippo: never had a first love really until waay later in her life, girl just kinda messed around

B: she also just kinda got around, she didn't have time for love when she's trying to prove her mother wrong on everything

Ollie: girls track record sucks, having a fiancée she was supposed to love, who instead she hates, like she would kill that man without a problem

Torrie: she's never had time to find the right person bc she's got help take care of her sister, the fuckton of cousins she has and other kids in her neighborhood

Eliza: girl has a terrible relationship with the term love, so she never really knew if she was inlove or not

Mary: an ex bf of hers, their breakup was mutual but she still remembers the fun they had, she realized that her love for him was always more platonic than romantic

Marselle: her ex gf Lacey (yes this is based off the Olivia Rodrigo song, what abt it), it was not a good relationship, but she still remembers the good parts from their time together even if it hurts to

Julia: she never really found the one until she moved to Philly, but shit happened (saving this for the ficcc) but she found him again

Allie: now she truly never gave two fucks abt finding the one, she knew it would happen, but she never cared when it did, she had better and more important shit to do

(the only people who know the ships are @panzershrike-pretz and @turtle-toe 🤭)

[disney-girl67]

A New Pirate’s Love for Me

A/N: This is a self-insert of me and my favorite Disney villain, Captain James Hook. I do not own him or his crew. Disney owns them. There will be explicit content later, but this first part doesn't have any. That’s all and enjoy. 

Summer. My friends and I just planned a fantastic two-week trip to Virginia Beach. We had just arrived at our beach rental house that we were to stay in. It was only a five-minute walk to the boardwalk that led to the beach, so that was no problem. However, we would have to drive to get to souvenir shops, restaurants, and so on. Once we had unpacked and settled into our desired bedrooms, we decided to take a quick look at the beach from the boardwalk. The view was amazing. A long, wide swath of sandy beach with the shoreline alive with the sound of crashing waves amid a golden sunset. I looked around and saw something particularly interesting. There was a circular arrangement of rocks surrounding a pool of water that was glowing bright blue. How strange considering the sun was setting. I called my friends over and pointed it out so they could see it. “Wow Eliza, I've never seen anything like it before,” said Grace. “Me neither,” agreed Chris. “Would you like to investigate it tomorrow?” I asked. They all nodded in agreement before we left to have dinner and finish the evening.

Late the next morning, we dressed in our swimsuits, mine was a cute light pink bikini. After settling our beach things down, we put on our snorkeling gear so we could dive deep into that pool. “Hey, the last one to that pool is a rotten egg!” I yelled and we raced toward it. Once we all halted at the edge of the pool, we looked at it and were amazed to see that it was crystal clear and could see straight to the bottom, at which there was a tunnel wide enough to swim through. “Well, shall we explore what could be in that tunnel?” I asked my friends. They looked at each other before Anna said, “Sure.” “Ok, the tunnel can fit one person through, so we have to follow one another behind in a line, is that fine?” I observed. They all nodded. “Ok, follow me,” I said before putting on my snorkeling mask and mouthguard and diving in. Everyone else followed suit, one at a time. I swam through the tunnel looking around in curiosity and wonder. It wasn’t long before I saw a bright light near the end. After swimming out the exit of the tunnel, I looked up to see sunlight penetrating down from the surface and immediately swam up. Seconds later, I breached the surface and quickly looked around to see the shoreline, once my friends joined, I took off my snorkeling mask and mouthguard and said, “Come on, let’s explore, shall we?” They all nodded and we climbed our way out of the water and onto the beach. When we looked around, something was very odd about this place. There were palm trees lined along the beach edge. One thing was certain, they didn’t grow so far north. “Guys, I don’t think we’re in Virginia anymore,” I said. “No kidding Eliza,” Grace replied, “There aren’t any palm trees in Virginia.” I looked back at the ocean. It was now a tropical blue color. “Guys, look at the ocean’s color, we are definitely in a different place.” They turned and were stunned. “Then where is here?” Chris asked. “We need to look around maybe take a look on top of a tree,” I suggested. “But there are no branches on the sides of palm trees,” Sarah countered. “Relax, we can go a little past the trees because I see ones that are climbable. We walked past the palms into what looked like to be a lush jungle. After finding trees with many we climbed almost to the top so our heads could see above the foliage. The view was stunning when we looked inland, we saw steep forested hills with cloud-covered tops. When we peered back at the sea, we saw in the distance a ship with sails furled up. After we surveyed the view a little longer, we climbed back to the ground and discussed what we saw. In the middle of the debate, a bright golden streak suddenly flashed right past us. Stunned we ran to investigate where it had gone, when we saw it land on a flower, we stopped and peeked carefully so as not to spook it. “Is that a firefly?” Anna asked, I squinted and noticed it looked like a miniature human with wings. The realization dawned on me. “No,” I answered, “that’s a fairy.” “WHAT?!?!” my friends yelled at once. “Quiet! We don’t want to attract unnecessary attention. And yes, I know it’s shocking but it’s true.” I defended. Another golden light zipped by followed by another, and another. “Besides, fireflies don’t move that fast and glow only for a split second.” I took a deep breath and continued, “The only place I know where fairies exist is a special island where nothing ages, and we’re on that island right now. It’s Neverland.” My friends murmured to each other in amazement. As we took the truth in, my ears picked up distant voices that seemed to get louder. I listened carefully and the voices were male and gruff. My heart started to beat faster as panic set in. “Uh, guys, you might want to stop talking and listen,” I said. My friends paused and perked their ears up. The voices kept getting louder and soon I was able to pick up a few words: “...yelling came from here... did you hear it, Captain...” That was when I panicked harder and turned to my friends. “If we’re in Neverland, then it means pirates are coming this way.” “How do you know?” Grace asked. “Because I heard the word ‘Captain’,” I replied. “That means Captain Hook and his crew are investigating. You guys shouldn’t have shouted a few minutes back. We must hide quickly.” “But where?” Chris asked. “Look around, there are lots of bushes to use or trees to climb.” The voices were louder now and I heard faint footsteps. “Quickly! Hide! They’re very closer,” I said in a panic, my heart racing fast. We rushed quickly to hide, some of us ducked behind the thick bush cover while the rest climbed to the top of some trees. “And wherever you hide, don’t move or make a sound, not even a whimper.” I urged. They acknowledged and stayed quiet and still as statues as we heard the pirates come closer.  Finally, they came into view, including the captain himself, in his signature red coat, maroon hat with the large feather, and the silver hook itself in lieu of his left hand. “You better not be wasting my time, Starkey...” he growled dangerously. “I swear, Captain, I heard yells from here. Just need to search around.” That sent all of our hairs on end. Suddenly a small fairy zipped past me and Grace, who was next to me. Some of the pixie dust she breathed in accidentally. It began a sneeze, I tried to cover her mouth but she sneezed faster than I anticipated and, bad news, sneezed loudly. We were totally screwed from that point on, as the pirate, Starkey, searching immediately came over to our bush and ripped it apart, exposing us. This was the biggest fright I had ever experienced as Grace and I came face to face with him. For a moment everyone was shocked not moving a muscle. A wicked grin developed on the pirate’s face and told Hook about us. “Seize them!” the latter yelled, but we were already on our feet running away, the others following suit. “Hurry guys, back to the pool and step on it!” I shouted. However, it wasn’t long before we heard the pirates’ footsteps could be heard. I knew too well, they were much stronger and faster than us, and the special pool that brought us here was still far away. As we broke the forest and sprinted across the beach, the chances of escaping were slim. All I could hope for was that some of us would be able to escape. To make matters worse, I wasn’t a good runner for long as we stumbled across the sands. I saw the pool to the right in the distance. “Over there! Go! Go!” I yelled. It was a race! Would we make it? Or would we be caught and be goners?

[rkhemlani]

Sweet Treat (Bonus) Blog Post for June 21st - Free Day/Last Day/Farewell Dinner

SWEET TREAT BLOG POST. Ok our last day was too good to not post. First, Nico and I woke up to meet Leina and some others downstairs to get Shinkansen tickets for our trip back to Tokyo to go home. There were some technical difficulties, but with Leina’s help we were able to sort them out. I called Vishnu and made sure he woke up to get ready to go to the beach, which was his idea but he’s a HUGE sleepyhead so I wanted to make sure he was ready. I also wanted Eliza and Sam (girl) to come as well but they went to Starbucks and had their own day, which was cool, but I wish they were there. The group met downstairs around 10:15-10:30 and it consisted of Nico, Vishnu, Xander, Chelsea (who was skeptical about going, but we all knew she was gonna come), Aulora, Julie, Casey, and myself. We headed onto the train for about an hour to Omimaiko, which was located on a massive lake. Kyoto is pretty much landlocked, so it was the only cool looking beach that wasn’t like four hours away. We got there and were lost for a little bit, but then eventually set our things down on the sand. Casey and Chelsea went on their adventure to find a coffee shop or bathroom or something, but they ended up finding a better spot with beach chairs in front of some restaurants and stalls. In the meantime, Vishnu, Nico, and I jumped into the water and though it was cold, it felt nice as it was extremely refreshing. We chit-chatted, laughed, and reminisced on the trip. We headed over to meet up with Chelsea and Casey and we sat down on the chairs and had some drinks. Eventually, Sam (boy), met up with us and he brought a bunch of drinks which was really nice of him. We were sitting down on the beach chairs when suddenly two of them snapped because there was too much weight on them, which was really funny. We ate lunch at a Hawaiian themed restaurant, which reminded me of the restaurant in Fifty First Dates, the movie with Adam Sandler. We then headed back to Kyoto around 3 to get back around 4, with enough time for everyone to get ready for our farewell dinner. It was interesting walking to the dinner because it was located right next to the clubs that we would frequent during the nighttime. The dinner itself was wholesome as we told jokes and attempted to try and get drinks but failed. Some people left, but the restaurant prepared a surprise desert for Vishnu and Sam (boy) because it was their birthdays while we were on the trip. We headed back to the hotel for a sweet night of drunk Uno and Concentration, which we played in our room. Surprisingly we fit about 15 of us in our room and the night was going well until Vishnu got up to leave to go to the onsen around 1:30. Nico and I started to tear up a bit because it hit us like a truck that we wouldn’t be able to see each other until the fall most likely. Slowly, people started to trickle out of our room one by one and it got more and more emotional. We hugged and said our goodbyes. Eventually Uncle Sebastian walked into our room at like 3:30 in the morning to say his goodbyes as well, which was incredibly emotional because he won’t be at UF in the fall because he is graduating. Damn. What a trip with such strange, yet amazing people. I definitely made more friends than I had imagined prior to the trip and I truly hope we keep in touch in the future. Shoutout the Prime Ministers of Japan. 

P.S. I'm on the Shinkansen now, I'll post pics when I have better service.

[choolantanavt]

this is a secret post only tumblr is allowed to have

STOP!

Are you on Tumblr right now? If not, you are not allowed to continue. This post is a secret, only allowed on Tumblr and nowhere else.

This is your final warning. I will eat every single pair of pants you own, I swear to GOD.

ok, theyre gone? good.

I wanna talk about random story threads I've been thinking about in my mind, because if I write them down then they become just a little bit more real.

This is Eliza. She spent most of her young-adulthood as a "Celestial Guardian," empowered by one of Four mystical stones that contain incredible power. (She's a Magical Girl. That's it. Don't need to think too hard about it.) As her and her other Celestial Guardians grew up and went through high school and into college, the other three members of her team ultimately left. One was severely wounded after fighting an incredibly tough opponent and never fully recovered; one grew distant with the others and ultimately vanished into the wider world; while her third and final teammate cracked under the pressure and renounced her Guardianship. This leaves Eliza alone as the Guardian of the Celestial Stones. For years, she fought her way through the hordes of enemies who seek to steal or destroy the stones, but the fight has not been kind to her.

Now, in her mid-20s, Eliza is TIRED. The poor girl has spent so much time as a Guardian that she's beginning to realize she doesn't actually... know what she's doing? As long as she could keep fighting, she had a purpose, but underneath that she struggles with her identity and her future. She's living with her parents, juggling whatever dead-end jobs will take her terrible schedule and random disappearances, all to keep on protecting, what, a bunch of rocks?

She's getting tired of it, but unlike her other teammates, she is still dedicated to the cause. So, Eliza, on top of her other responsibilities, has taken it onto herself to find the next generation of Guardians to protect the Celestial Stones.

So, it's a Magical Girl who's grown up and realized she can't be a Magical Girl forever. So, she wants to find the next generation of young, impressionable kids to take her responsibilities off her shoulders so she can live her life.

Even now, as I was writing out the ideas I had, I kind of realized how much I'm projecting onto Eliza here. Mid-20s, what amounts to a dead-end job, still at home with the parents, struggling with a sense of self and identity?

haha

Anyway, in my head, she's still friends with the 3rd member of her team, because instead of ending up injured because of a fight or vanishing, she stayed around. I have no ideas about this friend of Eliza's at all. I also have absolutely no ideas in my head about the other two teammates (Except that the one who vanished absolutely gives me future Antagonist energy--like she's going to reappear as some sort of Tech Start-Up Billionaire who wants to use the Celestial Stones to mine Bitcoin or something stupid like that). I don't even have any ideas about the kids she'd have to find to take on the mantle of Celestial Stone Guardian!

Share your thoughts with me, but remember. This is for TUMBLR ONLY. This is my secret, private, oops all shit fart hole where I can make anything--I don't need Twitter to hear about this.

I'm tempted to not tag the post, but I do *kinda* want people to like... see it? We'll see.

[crazygirl0152]

(Here’s my finished drawing) Title:”Gonzales sisters face the Nephilim and the family”

Kalos, Elizabeth’s penthouse 3:00 PM nobody’s POV

The sisters are packed up to go unova to apologize the champion, elite-four and gym leaders in person as GIF after they apologize in 4 regions by past months including their work schedule hours so Eliza said “Good thing I did pay the tickets since noon hours ago so we all know what we can do.” Melissa is about to agree with her sister but the maid interrupted their conversation “Um Lady Eliza and Melissa Mr nephilim is already here with his family but they’re at living room so they wanted to talk to you both.” Eliza just said “>Sigh< I’ll come down with my sister.” The sisters went down to the living room.

Living room

Gonzales sisters saw the nephilim and his family which is they’ve been guessed but eliza said in usual “Oh Mr Nephilim >Chuckles< it’s been awhile.” So he said “Evening Elizabeth and Melissa I see you two together full grown up but very beautiful.” As the man compliments the two then Melissa said “Thank you Mr Nephilim Now what’s the problem with us?” Eliza said to remind them “I thought I was very clear about this to I never show my face with my sister in your home region again.” Grimsley says “We aware of this Liz but your sister and you are decent people then more importantly we want is…” grimsley lets the older sister says “So what do you want? Because me and my sister have the best of best qualities as business, pleasure and alliance enterprises.” Nephilim gives an offer to only just Eliza says “Yes right… all we want is you start convincing your fans and people by the truth to stop all this pariahs in our home region and other regions cause it’s getting out of control because of you.” Eliza is spellbound and shocked by his answer but the older sister said “! I kinda did overboard with my minions and colleagues in orders to make the pariahs a living hell same way I had suffered in trauma.” Nephilim is angry with Eliza and said “Here is the deal with you, world’s strongest woman and acrobat by the next morning you’re gotta go up in stage and tell everyone the real truth if you don’t obey this I’ll never give you my autograph.” Eliza did wanted that autograph from piers’s dad so she had gave in for first time in sad tone so he can hear it “Ok sir.” Nephilim grabbed her hair and face besides her height is 8,1 then says “Good oh one last thing after you tell everyone about you did I suggest you and your sister quit this ‘Killing all team organizations’ operation by mission.” The sisters had no choice to obey Nephilim by plan

Next morning Elizabeth’s Hideout 7:00 AM

As Elizabeth, in her favorite cashmere goddess dress(Skunktank) did order her minions to live video when she told everyone by internet and social media as real truth about little overboard to make pariahs a living hell and rest is history when the video ended minions are curious and ask Eliza “?:Hey boss why the long face?” Eliza announced “Minions and fellow workers this is our last and goodbye I’m closing down mission and operation’Killing all team organizations’ forever because people are going haywire about me and my sister for what we did and our control but for now you all pack your bags for your new lives.” The minions and fellow workers are very understanding so they left to leave the sisters alone in their hideout where they found arecus holy water in lifetime supply. Eliza is depressed by dismissal, falling her knees, and laid down her black rose flower bed as Nephilim and his family is little happy except the sisters are depressed with sadness when they feel sympathy while the rest is to comfort Melissa so piers went to Eliza to comfort but his shock of her eyesight is lifeless then her makeup is ruined “Mornin’ Liz and you did well but my dad says he’s sorry about last night and he went too harsh.” Eliza says in little smile while her eyes still lifeless “It’s okay piers and Mr nephilim but it’s all clear now and out of bag then me and my sister will get it over in 3 days.” But piers don’t want to wait anymore and says while carcass her face “Elizabeth! I can’t stand you sad like this and I do like the real you as kid so please don’t take pity and overwork yourself too hard but it’s not okay and healthy for you to do everything then I’m asking you as friend…no…a boyfriend!” Eliza realized and her eyes are full of life but immediately hugs the father and son gently then piers loosen the hair bun and then saw longest black/hair but straight mixed with curly. However Nephilim says “It’s official now Eliza I insist you have surgery today.” Eliza ask “What surgery?” The father replied “Muscle/fat liposuction.” Eliza reluctantly as first about doctors but she agreed to his opinion then grimsley told Nephilim in last night that Eliza, world’s strongest woman is too good to destroy everyone who has debts but never ending killing machine so she had no choice to retire even though despite the sisters had Pokémon circus birth tattoos one is on the tummy and the other is the back on the neck.

The end.

[flames-memory]

**__Thursday__**

BC asked Rita to see about removing the pictures from the BLP servers. It's good news, even if it means Rita and Jay are now aware of them. Hopefully, this little problem is almost.. gone.

I went with BC to her apartment. I tried to show her just how much she means to me, that there are some things I love enough to put my mouth on.. heh. She showed me something I had never done.. and made me feel like I had never felt.. again.

*sigh*

I'm writing this after.. all the next part. *sobs*

I fell asleep, and she left me a delicious noodle dish to wake up to.. It was delicious.

**__Friday__**

When I got up later, I dressed up for the Godzilla party, in a white and red dress, because BC thought I'd look pretty in one. I met up with her and Eliza at a coffee shop. It was sweet and nice and we chatted, and Eliza told me about her notebook, with good and bad points in it. She's adorable.

We left the coffee shop in good spirits, and headed to the Kyabakura club. Max got there a little after us, and it was the nicest night.

I cuddled with Max, and BC, ate sushi and pancakes and pineapple, and found out a little more about Max. I should give him more of my attention, he's worth it. He's a lot more like me than I think.. I think. heh.

and then.. Flannery showed up.

That meant some drama, the club threatening to toss her out and BC getting very upset. I gather there was someone named Ana, who must have signed a contract with Flannery, and Flannery did something Kass-like to her. I assume. I haven't been given any details beyond "avoid Flannery, she's a predator", really.

Then BC got a text and went out to smoke. Things get a little confusing here..

We were heading to Billy's after. I stepped out of the portal into Pocket D.

BC was lying on the floor facedown, in a pool of blood. Nothing ever hurt so bad in my life. Not the blow torch. Not the tattoo. Nothing. I remember looking for a moment for Max, but he wasn't there.. he had already gone to Billy's, not seeing BC there.

Everything went grey and cold and I felt dizzy and strange, but I got close enough to know.. she wasn't dead.. but she was hurt.

They said she hurt herself. I tried to summon my healing, my pain control, but any control was shattered. How could I be saved and brought to life, only to die only a week later?

**I'd said it myself.

If tomorrow never came, my week was a worthy life.

Fuck.**

Now.. I don't even remember who those people were. I have a card. Mookie? Muckie? FFS.

We managed to get her healed, physically. I collapsed at one point, just fully fucking overcome after all this.. but finally, I was able to take some of her pain, and they got her fixed... sort of.I went to check on Max and the guys.. they'd been shoved out in place of medical people, the right choice of course.

BC was talking to Eliza, who was saying she was going to go.. so I took a moment to fo talk to Max. I told BC not to leave me..

*pfft*

She didn't leave. She's still there, with those people.

When I got pulled back.. something had been decided, I don't know who by. They said they could fix her, help her.. whatever....

I went and found her mask, and brought it back to her. I'm not sure if I brought herself back to her, or if the mask is part of the broken part of her, and I'm only making it worse.. fuck. She seemed.. maybe ok.

I know I love her.

I know I want to see her happy.

I assumed that it would be Eliza she would want there first. Eliza knew what to say. She knew what to do. They have memories and history and I don't know if I understand exactly what I am to her.. and I may have let her down, because I didn't believe it.

Eliza left BC there. Left with Rachel. I don't know what that means. That she trusts them to fix BC? That she couldn't do anything, so she left? Honestly.. no matter what she says, I believe BC loves me, but I think I saw myself as something lesser.. a glorified side piece, and I'm terrified that my lack of.. is it self esteem? What if I messed up because I thought she'd rather have Eliza, and she ended up with no one.

I guess I wouldn't blame her for wanting to see me again.

I didn't want to leave, but scary sunglasses kinda didn't imply I had an option. Or maybe I was upset, and I decided that was what they wanted. Maybe BC doesn't want me there.

I don't want her to look at the pictures, maybe she doesn't want me to see this.

Now I gotta sit here alone, while BC is alone? Getting Uber-Analyed by a Super Shrink? I don't even KNOW. How am I supposed to be ok with any of this? How am I supposed to know what to do here? I know what I want.. but I can't have it.

They had her bat, and the music box was still there. I reminded BC that if she had it, I was with her. I hope it was enough...

Oh. The Text.

Allurra texted BC that Raz is a predator that harmed 4 women. and her? including her?WTF,

First Nat gets "abducted" and Alurra is all "Oh, no, what happened, lemme text people!" and then Flannery is all "WTF, Allurra TOLD me to take Nat," and now this.

Are they spinning BC up? Trying to break her? Are they really all predators? I mean.. probably, but still. I don't know these people well enough, despite having been in the wings this whole time. Raz snubbed me early on, so I never really paid much attention to him. He did once randomly give me a speech once about NOT being a predator, but I guess that's Sign Number One OF a predator, cuz I've only gotten them from people who turned out to be creepy.

So what the fuck now.I joined Max, and we are Climate Control. I don't trust anyone else anymore.

Those people didn't talk to me beyond what was needed to help BC, really. They did give me access to go back, though. So.. we will see. I trust her.. I trust BC. Whatever is happening to her, this is about her, not me. I just want her to be ok.. so badly.

Don't make me leave Max alone. He might not be madly, to-the-death in love with me, but I know he would be sad. Maybe I'm being dramatic, and I HATE that I know exactly what I'm saying, and how shitty it is. I don't even know if I mean it. I think I do.

I can live with knowing I might not get to be with BC forever. I just never expected it could end so soon. I don't want it to be over yet. It's not fair.

Max isn't a consolation prize. He is my rock, as stupid as that sounds.

[zarinamuhammad]

WISLW BUMPER PACK!

i write a lil culture diary for twp blog, called ✨What I Saw Last Week✨ — rather than do the thing where i post them individually, i am j gna dump em all here in one big bundle along with the descriptions so u know what’s in them

8th jan: lots of films! the green knight, triangle of sadness, only lovers left alive, the wonderful story of henry sugar, medusa deluxe

29th jan: rob auton @ soho theatre, chess night @ reference point, ART ON THE UNDERGROUND X JOY GREGORY X UNIQLO!, kingdom of heaven (director's cut), gattaca, bits & bobs!!! (started a new teaching job, lecture @ chelsea college of art, in convo with Art Assassins @ SLG, free palestine)

5th feb: dark with excessive bright @ royal ballet, real estate (by deborah levy)

12th feb: three rooms (by jo hamya), bad taste (by nathalie olah), the road to wigan pier (by george orwell), the kiss (by anton chekhov), the favourite

19th feb: boy parts (by eliza clark), past lives, did a talk at UEL!

26th feb: hackney museum, Gary Zhexi Zhang lecture @ ICA, il prato by the taviani brothers @ BFI, tate reading room, stickers

11th mar: dune 2, american fiction, daunt books festival, TWP TIKTOK!?!

18th mar: slavoj zizek & ash sarkar, london feeds itself 2 book launch, maz murray, principle boy @ focal point gallery

ok!!! now you're up to date! those are all the WISLWs from this year and i'm actually very proud of myself -- one my many, many new years resolutions was to be more consistent with it and i am doing a GOOD JOB and i feel satisfied by the outcome! it's such a nice quick easy way to write and its such a handy reference, good exercise, limbering up etc. there u go -- i will post them individually from here on out :)

[redeemedgiantcol]

(Hey, everyone! Sorry for being so inactive. I just.. think I have burnout. I hope everyone is feeling ok!)

"Okay.. say that again?"

Col was annoyed. Maybe more than annoyed, but he didn't want to admit it.

"I'm sick, dude." Croaked Harrold. His voice was quiet and shaky, and Col knew he wasn't this quiet. Harrold the Hovering Hoover was never sick.

Until now.

"Alright, I'm calling off of work."

"Dude, wha--..?"

"I'll be there in twenty. Stay in bed, and get a melatonin gummy or five in ya."

"... fiiiiine..." Harrold groaned.

~~~~

"I can't stand this..!" Eliza groaned.

It had only been one day since Harrold stayed home, but she was already out of spare food.

'Why does he have to be sick?! Of all the clean humans I've ever heard of, they never get sick!'

She gripped her stomach as a pang rolled through her. She knew she could wait until nightfall, but she wanted a bite now.

Walking through the empty walls towards the kitchen, she could hear the groans and wheezes. 'He sure isn't going to be in the kitchen.' She thought. 'He was laying in bed. He won't want to move.'

She climbed up her makeshift staircase of toothpicks, still surprised at how well they were holding up. As she reached the side of the outlet, she shoved the wiry monster to the side, and used her tweezers as a wrench to untwist the screws. Harrold Hoover never left anything loose. Every screw, bolt, and nut were always on at least human finger tight. Eliza sighed as she felt her stomach gnaw at her once more.

"Not long, now. We'll get food for a few days. He'll never know."

(And pause. I need to get ready for work irl. Be safe!)

We all know the scenario between a borrower and a human, where the borrower gets sick and gets discovered because of it. It's one of my favorite tropes.

Now let's switch it around.

The human gets sick (nothing serious, just a common cold) and the borrower is super annoyed.

Just think about how the human messes up their borrowing schedule by being awake the entire night and lazing around all day. And just all the coughing,sneezing and whining is super annoying.

But then, after a few days, a friend comes over to take care of them (or their roommate comes back from a family meeting or something). Anyways! After seeing how caring and doting this other human is, the emotions of the borrower start to change.

Annoyance suddenly turns into jealousy. Because it reminds them of how lonely they are. They are completely on their own and have no one to take care of them when they are sick.

Bonus:

The borrower gets sick as well. Now both the human and the borrower have a fever . Either they reveal themself willingly, hoping that this other human is as nice as they seem and will help them or they accidentally reveal themself. Either way fluff ensues and they get the care they need.

Bonus bonus:

The sick human thinks they are having some weird fever dream, when their friend places a pillow with a tiny person on top beside them.

Imagine their surprise, when they are finally feeling better and the tiny person is still there.