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eddiemunsonspantschain · 1 year ago

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Things Change - E.M

Author's Note: Did I wanna start another Eddie series? Yes. This might be a shorter series tho than the one I'm (trying) to put out. Special thanks to my babes @wroteclassicaly and @corrodedcorpses for reading over my smut for approval lol. And thank you to @boomhauer who helped with some relevent info for later chapters 👀

Warnings: Alcohol, sex, p in v sex, cream pie, oral (f receiving), smutty smut smut smut (minors gtfo), 18+, afab reader

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You had no idea how you ended up here. Moving to Hawkins hadn’t been your decision, of course. That was made by your parents. It was just lucky for you that you made fast friends with Robin Buckley. Which led you to being friends with Steve Harrington… which led to the entire party. You had been shocked to say the least. You didn’t think you would gain a friend group so quickly. The kids were fun to be around and had insisted on showing you how to play D&D since you were into fantasy. That only led to them trying to introduce you to Eddie Munson. Tried being the operative word. Despite everyone else liking you, it seemed Eddie was the exception. You had no idea what you did to him to warrant this distaste.

It made things worse. Worse only because you found yourself smitten with the Dungeon Master upon meeting him. He had awkwardly waved at you and barely met your eye when you were introduced, but you were entranced. He was pretty. Stupidly so. Not to mention his nerdy side made you smile, especially when you had seen him talking about campaigns with the other youngsters for their Hellfire meetings. Some of his music taste was out there for what you listened to, but there were a couple of bands you both listened to. At first, you assumed Eddie was just not overly friendly. You knew what people at Hawkins High said about him. Robin reassuring you it was all bullshit. That none of it was true at all.

As time went on, you tried to get closer to Eddie. You tried to talk with him, but anytime you got close to talking to him, he would roll his eyes and show his impatience before finding an excuse to leave. When it came to group conversations, he always made comments about what you had to say. He teased you at times, made you feel stupid for things sometimes when you fumbled something or said something incorrectly. The last straw for you had been when the kids tried to get you to play D&D with Hellfire and Eddie shot it down. The kids had been teaching you how to play for weeks and you enjoyed learning the game. When you showed up at Hellfire though Eddie denied you membership and told you to leave. With tears in your eyes, you stomped out of the drama room and out to your car.

You hated Eddie Munson.

Any affection you had for him had disappeared. Instead, you couldn’t stand when he would talk because it was usually to make fun of you. You didn’t find his rambles endearing anymore. Any attraction you felt, you buried away so no one would know. Eventually, it became clear the lines were drawn. The others knew Eddie didn’t like you. That the two of you couldn’t get along for more than five minutes if you were left alone.

“It’ll be fun! C’mon.” Nancy spoke as she pushed aside hanger after hanger in your closet, assessing your clothes.

“You know I hate parties.” You told her, watching her rifle through everything. It wasn’t that you hated parties, it was that you hated crowds. Plus, you knew Eddie was going. The last time you went to a party with Eddie, he had made fun of your outfit and teased you about being desperate to get a guy’s attention all for simply wearing a tank top that showed off a little more cleavage than your other ones.

“You hate crowds. C’mon. It’ll be fun and the school year is getting closer to being done. We’ll be graduates! We deserve to go out!” Nancy argued as she pulled out a short sleeve top with a v-neck. “This is cute! Why not this and some jeans? Maybe a skirt?”

“No skirt.” You vetoed, knowing the comment you’d get for it.

“Ignore him.” Nancy rolled her eyes before moving to your dresser for a pair of jeans and laying them on the bed with the top. “There. Add some boots and you’re ready! C’mon. You can hang out with Robin and I. Not even have to see Eddie.”

“Being with Robin means being with Steve, and being with Steve means being with Eddie.” You clarified with a small smile. “I’ll go, Nanc. You’re right about it being our last party before graduation.” You answered and slid off of your bed to go and change into the clothes she set out.

“Then you can hang out with Jonathan and I!” Nancy reasoned.

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Except that didn’t happen. You should have known that the couple would be off with one another not long after entering the party. You all shared a couple drinks but Nancy had dragged Jonathan onto the dance floor, leaving you in the corner by yourself. Steve had found a girl to dance with. Robin was drinking with Vickie who had made a surprise appearance. So you found yourself leaning on a wall nursing another drink. You had a good buzz going. You were unsure what was in the punch besides copious amounts of alcohol, and you were feeling it. You hummed as you sipped at your almost empty cup.

That was when you spotted him. It hadn’t occurred to you that Eddie would be left alone too when you saw Steve and Robin were occupied. You had no idea where Argyle was though you could take a pretty good guess. Eddie himself was situated across the way from you. You watched his long fingers pinch the cigarette between his lips, pulling it away as a plume of smoke followed. He was staring at you, though you couldn’t imagine why. You looked away realizing you were staring back at him. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea after all, right?

You drained the last of the dark red liquid in your cup and made your way back to the kitchen. You moved to the punch bowl, filling up your cup half way once more. Someone slid up beside you and you knew exactly who it was based on the smell of tobacco and Old Spice invading your nose. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you took a sip from your cup. Long, ringed fingers wrapped around your cup and your hand as you pulled the cup away from your mouth, leading it now to his. You turned your head, watching Eddie as he took a long sip from your cup. You were about to comment that it was your cup and to get his own when he moved the cup away from his mouth. His pink tongue poked out, licking up the ruby liquid on his lips with his eyes never straying from your face.

“Munson.” You murmured, bringing your cup back to your mouth and finishing what was left inside.

“Y/L/N.” Eddie murmured back, hand falling away from the cup and moving to your hip instead.

You stared at Eddie. Unsure of what he was planning to do. His other hand moved to your free hip, and he pulled you from the punch bowl. He turned you both, pressing you against the fridge, making the magnets fall off. Before you could register what was happening, his lips found yours. He tasted like the punch you both drank and your cherry lip gloss that had transferred from the cup to his lips. You melted into his kiss as you kissed him back, hands moving up to cup his cheeks as he pressed closer to you. The kiss was slow at first, but soon grew hungry. His tongue teased against your lips and you parted them, moaning as his tongue touched yours.

Eddie’s hands squeezed your hips and a small whine left your lips as he pulled away from you. His large hand grasped yours, tugging you towards the exit for the kitchen. You followed, letting Eddie pull you towards the stairs. You both ascended the stairs and after the third door you checked, you found an empty room. You both shuffled inside, shutting the door loudly behind you. Not that it mattered, considering the volume of the party happening downstairs. As soon as the party was shut out, your lips were back on Eddie’s.

There was a dull thud of his leather jacket hitting the ground before his hands were on you. He pushed your top up to your bust, brushing his fingers over your skin and groaning against your lips. He broke away to tug your top over your head, mouth descending on the swell of your tits. He kissed your warm flesh, dipping his tongue between your breasts as his hands tugged your bra straps down. You reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and pulling it off of your arms. As soon as they were free, his mouth found your nipple, sucking harshly on it and pulling a loud moan from you. A growl left his chest as he moved to mark the side of your breast. You tugged at the back of Eddie’s shirt with a soft whimper. With a soft pop Eddie let go of your boob to pull his shirt over his head.

“Eager, sweetheart?” He breathed with a dopey grin like he wasn’t the one who cornered you in the kitchen and dragged you up there.

“Shut up and take off your clothes.” You answered, popping the button on your jeans and pulling them down your legs.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” He murmured as he worked his own jeans off. He eyed your legs as you kicked aside your jeans, now going for your panties. He reached out to grab your wrists. “No. That’s for me.” He growled quietly before lifting you. A squeak left your lips as he did so, not expecting him to lift you up like that. You instinctually wrapped your legs around him as he carried you, distracting yourself by tangling your hands in his hair and dragging his lips back to yours. You felt Eddie dipping you down and the softness of a mattress meeting your back. His lips left yours, returning to nuzzle your breasts before moving down your belly. He pressed kisses against your abdomen, working his way down to your hips. You whined, lifting your lips to get more contact from him. Eddie snaked one hand up to grip your waist as he teased his tongue along the waistband of your panties. Chocolate orbs rolled up to watch you as his tongue dipped under the soft cotton.

“Eddie, don’t tease me.” You whimpered, feeling your cheeks flush at the low chuckle he let out.

“You tease me all the time, sweet thing.” He murmured, snapping the waistband of your panties with his teeth.

“Look who’s talking.” You huff as you reach down to gently tug on his curls. It didn’t even occur to you what he meant. You had simply answered as you did considering he teased you all the time, just not like this.

Eddie groaned at the tugging and nipped at your hip. Finally, he took your panties between his teeth and tugged them down. He kept using his teeth, letting his hand help the other side until he completely removed your panties. He sat up with the cotton between his teeth with a large grin. He dropped the pair into his hands and hummed, pressing his nose to them before setting them aside. “Why smell those when I have the real thing in front of me?” He mused, hooking his hands under your knees as he moved to lie on his belly. His hot breath fanned over your core as he spread your legs. “Nice and wide for me, princess.” He cooed, nudging his nose against your inner thigh. He made sure to take time to mark those too until he had you squirming and your slick running between your cheeks, no doubt wetting the sheets under you. It wasn’t until you begged did he finally flatten his tongue against you, licking a broad stripe from your leaking entrance to the bundle of sensitive nerves above.

A whine left your lips as you arched your hips, wanting his attention on that bundle of nerves again. Eddie ignored you and dipped his tongue into your aching hole. His hands kept a firm grip on your thighs as he fucked you with his tongue, making you writhe under him. He pressed his face against you, nose bumping your neglected clit as he moved his head from side to side. He groaned against you, soon taking his tongue out of you to lick and suck on your folds, letting his tongue flick against your clit with every pass. A sigh of relief left you when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just as he pushed a finger into you. You whined his name, rocking your hips as he pumped his finger slowly into you.

“Eddie, please.” You breathed, tugging on his head as you moaned and bit down on your lip.

“Please, what?” Eddie asked against you, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit and making you yelp at the contact.

“I need you.” You whined, tugging on his hair again.

“Need me how, princess?” He chuckled and you swore even though you weren’t looking at him, you could hear his stupid smile.

“You know how!” You huffed at him.

“Say it.” Hell no. You tugged on his hair again. Eddie’s response was a swift smack to your thigh, and you gasped at the sting on your skin. You looked down at Eddie, who had his glistening chin resting on your pubic bone. He looked up at you, chocolate orbs now swimming in black. He licked his lips and raised a brow at you expectantly. You frowned at him. Eddie shrugged and once again smacked your thigh. A whimper left your lips.

“Say. It.” Eddie growled at you, turning his head to nip and suck at your hip.

You groaned, huffing in defeat as you laid your head back against the pillows. “I need you to fuck me.” You mumbled.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Eddie hummed, fingers tapping against your thigh impatiently.

“I need you to fuck me.” You repeated a little louder.

Eddie smirked, running his tongue over the mark he left on your hip now. “Ask me nicer.”

“Eddie, I swear to God-”

“God isn’t here now, sweetheart. Just me. Ask nicely and I’ll fuck you.”

You huffed, feeling the annoyance creeping up on you that the arousal had quelled for the time being. You knew if you didn’t comply, he would most likely leave you there aching and needy. So you smoothed your fingers in his hair. You gently started to massage at the roots where you had tugged and you felt Eddie turn into a puddle between your thighs. Where his form had been sturdy and rigid before, he now relaxed between your thighs as your ministrations. “Eddie,” You spoke sweetly. There was silence. “Eddie?” You tried again, looking down to see his pretty eyes had fluttered closed. You smirked to yourself as you realized you had found a weakness, apparently. His eyes opened when your fingers stopped.

“Hm?” A blush settled on his cheeks.

“Eddie,” You cooed, starting to massage again.

“Yes, princess?” Eddie breathed against your skin as he pressed a kiss to it.

“I need you to fuck me, please?” You pouted at him. “I need you to make me cum on your cock.”

“Holy fucking hell,” Eddie groaned, pressing his face against your belly.

You giggled as you slowed your massaging of his scalp, instead tugging once again. This spurred Eddie back into action. He moved up your body, pressing his lips to yours. You groaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. His hands moved down to push his boxers off, managing to wiggle them off of his body and toss them aside somewhere in the room. A shiver ran through you as you felt his length touch you. You nibbled his lower lip as you snaked a hand down, gasping as you wrapped your hand around him and felt just how thick he was. You gave him a few tugs, whining softly and wondering how the hell he was going to fit inside you. Your past partners had been nothing to brag about in terms of size. Some average, some… less than. But Eddie was bigger than you’d taken before. A small hiss left his lips, and he grabbed at your wrist.

“If you keep jerking me, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum all over your thighs.” He murmured against your lips, biting down harshly on your plump lower lip.

You whimpered at the sting of pain, rubbing your thumb over Eddie’s shaft since he was holding your wrist. “Want it for me.” You mumbled back.

Eddie breathed a chuckle and let go of your wrist. “Want it for you?” He hummed, amused as you nodded back. “What do you mean, baby? Tell me.”

You pecked his lips, now moving your freed hand up to tease your thumb around his tip and smearing his precum around. Eddie let out a shaky breath. “Want your cum inside me, Munson.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie moaned, “Take it, sweetheart. It’s yours.” You grinned at his words, feeling him shift closer to you. His hand soon joined yours, guiding his cock to your aching hole. You bit your lip and let out a soft whimper as he teased his tip against you. “Such a sweet thing. Letting me fuck you raw.” He cooed as he pushed his dick into you.

You moaned, biting on your lower lip as he split you open. You wiggled your hips, arms wrapping back around his neck and settling a hand in his curls as he sunk inch by inch into you. Your walls fluttered around his length, begging for more. When his hips met yours, you let out a shaky breath. “Oh, my god.” You breathed, feeling a pleasant sting as he stretched you for him. Eddie pulled back before snapping his hips into yours again. A deep groan left his lips as he started a rough pace. Your mouth fell open in a pretty ‘O’ shape, moans and Eddie’s name falling from your lips easily.

“Taking me so good, pretty girl,” Eddie moaned as he drove himself into you. “Look so perfect under me while I fill you with my cock.” You almost wanted to die at how he spoke to you. His dirty talk was too good and something you hadn’t expected to like so much. With previous partners it had made you cringe hearing them attempt to talk dirty to you. But Eddie? His words were dirty and felt like sin, making a warmth pool low in your belly. You had no idea it would be like this. Hell, you hadn’t thought you’d be in this state with him. However, now that he was drilling his thick length into you, you didn’t want him to stop. Already addicted from the first taste. Eddie’s hard thrusts slowed and you let out a high-pitched whine. You were starting to feel the coil tighten low in your belly, but him slowing pulled it away from you.

“Eddie,” You whined with a pout.

Eddie chuckled and kissed your pouting lip. He took one of your hands from around him. “Do as I say.” He instructed, still driving his cock into you slowly. He moved your hand between you both, spreading your four fingers apart. He guided your hand to your pussy, two of your fingers on either side of his cock as he pushed into you with your palm digging into your clit. “Look at that.” He groaned, watching his dick disappear into you framed by your fingers. “Such a pretty sight.” He sighed, pressing on your palm to grind it against the bundle of nerves. Your walls clenched around him and he let out a near pornagraphic moan. So you clenched around him again. “Brat,” Eddie breathed shakily, grinning down at you as he started up his rough pace again. “Keep your hand there. Open your mouth.” He growled.

You moaned his name, moaning again when he moved his free hand to grab your cheeks. His thumb and pointer finger pressed in an attempt to open your mouth. You obliged, opening your mouth up for him. Eddie leaned over you and spat into your mouth. “Swallow.” He instructed and you closed your mouth, swallowing down his spit. “Good girl.” You whimpered at his praise.

Curses left your lips as you felt that pleasure mounting again. His thrusts grew sloppier as he got closer to filling you, full balls smacking against your skin. You pulled him down for a kiss, wrapping your legs tightly around him as he grinded his length into you. “Please, I’m so close!” You whined against his lips, grinding your palm against your clit.

Eddie cursed, picking up his thrusts. “C’mon, cum for me.” He grunted, moving his mouth to mark the junction between your neck and shoulder. You rocked your hips up, feeling the familiar feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. Eddie’s name fell from your lips like a chant as you got closer, legs tightening around him and his name leaving your mouth in a long moan as your came around his length. “Fuck!” Eddie moaned, “Cumming around my cock, princess. Look who did this to you,” He babbled, enjoying the fucked out look on your face as he thrusted roughly into you.

You massaged your fingers against his scalp once the stars left your vision. “You did, Eddie. Cum for me now too, pretty boy.” You cooed, tugging on his curls. Eddie’s forehead dropped own onto your shoulder and you tugged hard, picking his head back up so you could see him as he came. His mouth fell open in a low moan as he painted your walls white, a whimper leaving you at the warmth of his seed inside of you and the look on his face as he finished. He stilled on top of you and you resumed your massaging. His body weight fell onto you fully, giving in to the exhaustion for a moment. You didn’t mind, keeping your legs around him as you massaged his scalp.

“Pretty boy, huh?” Eddie finally murmured after a few minutes.

“Shut it.” You answered, fingers now massaging the back of his neck.

Eddie hummed, licking over the reddening spot on your shoulder. “Are you, uh, on the pill?” He asked, realizing what had just occurred.

“I am, yeah.” You reassured him.

“Good,” He cleared his throat and lifted himself to look down at you. You stared back at him as it sunk in. You slept with Eddie Munson. The guy who hated you. Maybe that was the last little bit to get him out of your system for good. To get rid of any last bit of attraction to him. Eddie bit his lip as he pulled himself out of you, admiring the way his cum leaked between your fingers. He climbed off of you and an immediate sadness settled in your chest. You hadn’t expected him to cuddle you per say, but you hadn’t expected him to just up and leave so soon. You pulled the covers over your body as you sat up. Eddie had disappeared into the en suite bathroom and you could hear the water running. You winced feeling his mess leaking out of you, your fingers now covered in a mix of the both of you. Eddie appeared again, a washcloth in hand, and offered it to you. A blush settled over your cheeks.

“Thanks,” You murmured and started cleaning yourself up. Eddie pulled on his boxers, finding his jeans quickly and pulling them on. He gathered your clothes too, setting them on the bed as he sourced out his clothes too. You finished cleaning up, disappearing into the bathroom to pee and clean up a bit more before leaving the bathroom. You grabbed your bra, pulling it on before tugging your shirt on. You looked around for your panties. You huffed. “Eddie.”

“Hm?”

You held out your hand and wiggled your fingers. “Panties.”

“I don’t have em.” Eddie answered.

You gave him a ‘seriously?’ look and wiggled your fingers again. Eddie sighed dramatically, pulling your cotton panties out of his pocket and placing them in your hand. “Thank you,” You sang, pulling them on before tugging on your jeans. You sat on the bed as you pulled your boots on, mildly wondering why Eddie was still there. You were happy he hadn’t run out immediately, but he was lingering longer than you had expected him to. He produced his Camels from his pocket, placing a cigarette between his lips before pulling out a blue plastic Bic lighter. He flicked at the sparker, lighting the end of his cigarette and taking a long drag. He pulled it from his lips and offered the stick to you. You waved him off. “No thanks.” You murmured and stood from the bed.

Eddie shrugged. “Suit yourself. Let’s go.” He moved towards the door, snatching up his leather jacket from the floor. You raised a brow and followed Eddie out the door. The two of you went back downstairs, the party still ongoing. If Eddie noticed the stares, he didn’t say anything about it as he headed for the front door, still smoking his cigarette. You planned on breaking off from him and did just that, going your separate way from him.

It was only then you realized that your friends were gone. Steve most likely had left with the girl he had been dancing with. Robin and Vickie were nowhere in sight, either. You cursed, heading for the front door. Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie were outside talking. You tried to quell the heat that rose to your cheeks as Eddie talking with your mutual friends like he hadn’t just fucked you upstairs. You walked over, leaning closer to Nancy.

“Hey! You have fun?” Nancy asked, looping her arm through yours.

“Yeah, tons.” You answered while purposely avoiding looking at Eddie.

“Ready to head home?” Jonathan asked and you nodded your head. “You good to get home, Eddie?” Jonathan asked him.

“I’m fine, man. Get the ladies home safe.” Eddie answers, eyes flicking to you before back to Jonathan. The two shared a manly hug before Eddie nodded his head to Nancy. “Wheeler, Y/L/N.” He flicked his cigarette into the street as he headed for his van.

You could feel Nancy’s eyes boring into your skull as you watched Eddie drive off.

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As soon as you got to your house, Nancy announced she’d be sleeping over, much to Jonathan’s surprise. You knew exactly what she was doing. You played along and the two of you snuck up to your room. The second the door was closed, Nancy rounded on you.

“What happened?”

You groaned, moving to your dresser. “Nothing, Nance. I’m gonna shower, okay?” You quickly grabbed pajamas. “Help yourself to my clothes too.”

“Oh, of course.” Nancy nodded, hands on her hips. “You probably should wash the smell of sex and Eddie off of you.” When you turned to look at her, she had a large grin on her face. She pointed to your neck. You swallowed, peeking at your mirror and realizing your top exposed one of Eddie’s marks. “You smell like him, you know. The second you got close to me I could smell the cigarettes and weed.” She giggled.

“Nancy-”

“I’m not judging! I just… see why you had ‘tons�� of fun.”

You quickly ran into your bathroom and shut the door hard at her giggling.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x afab!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #pregnant!reader

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ladyolivegardenia · 1 year ago

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A Vampire Tailor? (a fashion designer writes a fluffy Tailor Astarion fic)

Rating: PG

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Tav

Word Count: 1170

Warnings/Tags: blood, a tiny little bit of blood play I guess? needles/pins (nothing graphic tho, just a prick)

Summary: Astarion loves to sew, but not for other people... until he met Tav. He remembers his mother's advice.

The picture is from the very talented Hamrikaa on instagram

Astarion hated sewing for other people. Absolutely loathed it. No one ever wanted to pay you adequately for what the work actually cost, that is unless you became so famous and reknowned as a tailor that you could afford to underpay someone else to do the work for you. There was also just something so personal about it for him- he remembered so little of his life before Cazador, but he remembered his mother's hands, showing him how to do a slip stitch or guiding his own hands to find the grainline of a fabric. For two hundred years Astarion had so little control over his life, but at least he had control over his clothes and could enjoy the small amount of power that came with being able to tailor his wardrobe to fit exactly how he preferred, and while Cazador forced him to do so many awful things, he couldn't force Astarion to sew for other people.

And then Tav crash landed into his life and for the first time... he wanted to stitch for someone else.

...it helped that Tav's clothing was a fucking mess. Sure, she had the power to cast a fireball that could take out six Sharran clerics at once, but heaven forbid she wear a dress that fit properly. In their rooms at the Elfsong Tavern, Astarion happened upon Tav trying on one of the robes their merry band of misfits looted liberated from Cazador's mansion, a sumptuous garment made from a shimmering silk crepe that flowed over Tav's curves like a lover's caress. He paused in the doorway, admiring her wearing far finer a garment than he had ever seen her don before, but frowned when he noticed how it gaped around her shoulders and winced at the delicate fabric puddled around her feet on the rough wooden floor.

"My darling, this will not do," he said, walking over to his pack to retrieve his sewing kit.

Tav turned around sharply, caught off guard. "I thought you were out hunting."

Astarion sighed, "Alas, my dear, the hunting was poor. I refuse to eat another rat, but that was just about all I could find that had four legs and wasn't some Balduran's beloved pet." He fetched a small stool from their main living quarters and set it down in front of Tav's mirror. "Up you go, love, let's do something about that dress."

"What's wrong with it?" said Tav, a smidge defensive.

"Nothing much," said Astarion, "but if you continue to drag that silk across the floor you're going to ruin it, and the fit of that bodice is a sin."

Tav snorted. "Against which god?" she asked as she acquiesced to his request and stepped onto the stool.

He crept up behind her and whispered "Me" into her ear, enjoying the shiver he felt along her back in response. He reached up and removed the belt Tav used to clumsily take in the robe at her waist, allowing the fabric to hang freely from her body. This style of garment could be adjusted in length by carefully folding it at the waist and belting it in place, but there was still too much fabric at the back of her neck. "I'm going to take this off of you," he told her, "and turn it inside out so I can fit it properly." He felt her shiver once more, but she nodded her consent and raised her arms to help Astarion get the dress off and over her shoulders.

Astarion placed a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder and enjoyed the flush he saw spread across her cheeks in the mirror. He deftly flipped the dress inside out and helped Tav back into, giving the garment a few strategic tugs to get it to hang evenly on her. He paced around her in a circle, looking the dress up and down and assessing the best way to alter it to show off his darling Tav.

"I feel a bit like a piece of meat," said Tav, "being circled by a hound."

Astarion raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you, though?" He smirked, showing just a hint of fang and she rolled her eyes at him. He stopped directly in front her and reached for the fabric at the front of the dress. He gently tugged it down, pleased to see it form a cowl neck that showed off a small tease of cleavage. "Don't move", he commanded as he circled to the back again.

Yes, the center seam up the back needed to be taken in with a dart to contour to Tav's shoulders, but that was the only alteration the dress really needed to be appropriately wearable. Astarion grabbed a few pins and pinched the center seam with his long, elegant fingers, pulling it straight out and began pinning as needed so he could see where he would need to sew the dart once Tav removed the dress.

"Please don't stab me," she said nervously.

"Oh don't tempt me," said Astarion, "it wouldn't be the first time I've made you bleed." Being careful not to actually scratch her, he playfully dragged the tip of one of his pins along Tav's neck, next to the scars of his teeth from their feedings along the road to Baldur's Gate. "Don't worry, love," he whispered into her ear. "I would hate to ruin this silk with your blood and waste your blood on this silk."

He paused as a long lost memory suddenly echoed across his mind. It was his mother, imparting to him her one of her many clever sewing tips. "I know this sounds gross, but remember Astarion, if you ever prick your finger and bleed on the fabric, a little bit of spit can remove it. Saliva contains an enzyme that breaks down blood."

Astarion recalled his younger self wrinkling his nose and asking incredulously, "who found that out???"

His mother had laughed and told him, "Perhaps a vampire tailor?"

In the present, he sighed. If only she could see him now.

But the memory did make him wonder...

"Darling," he said. "...may I try something? It may sting, but please, indulge me?"

Tav turned her head to look at him, ready to protest, but she met his gaze and something she saw there stopped her. "Ok? I guess?" she said tentatively, but she trusted Astarion and was curious about what he had in mind.

He gently pressed one of his pins into the soft skin of her shoulder, just enough to draw a speck of blood. He lightly dropped it onto the shoulder of her dress and watched the scarlet seep into the white fabric. Then he put his lips to the silk, his tongue moistening the spot with the blood stain and tasting just a hint of Tav. He pulled back and while the fabric was a little dark from the dampness of his mouth, the small dark spot of blood was no longer visible.

He chuckled softly. "Mum was right."

Perhaps vampires should be tailors.

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Author's Note: The bit about saliva getting blood out of fabric is true (it's a great bridal sewing tip 😂), and I couldn't resist writing this drabble. Also reflects a lot of my own opinions about sewing for other people, but also feels very in character for Astarion. And idk there are scientists in Faerun, maybe they've discovered enzymes.

Lol I was going to write smut, but introspection happened instead. I haven't written fiction in... years tbh, but this game and this silly vampire have me in a chokehold, so why not, let's give this a go.

#astarion #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfiction #sewing #tailor!astarion

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cupidbedsy · 3 months ago

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real 😭😭 i’ve got a tour to a local college soon, a bunch if my family members have gone there so i think it’s gonna be the one i pick. plus i’ve been there before but where we do our band assessments

i’ve always wanted to go to michigan (even tho i grew up as an osu fan living like two hours from their campus, i even had a cat named after their mascot. i love that cat sm he was my baby) we don’t have hockey around here, but with cbj not so far and getting able to see gavin play (i’m going to this season and hopefully a umich game)

i haven’t applied yet but i’m gonna apply to a few !!

yea, we’ve played 2 home games (this will be the 3) but i’m grateful for that bye week

we’ve made it the past 2 years and lost, we don’t have a good team this year so we won’t make it this year i don’t believe

ooo fun!!! college tours are actually so fun like bsfr

good luck tho!! bro i don’t think ive ever been so nervous even though i knew i was going to get in

michigan has such a good sports management program and where i’m going they only have a minor which still isn’t bad but i would’ve liked to do that maybe. i had another school that had a good sports management program but i just didn’t like it as much as where im going. but im broke and my sat was not good enough to get me a high scholarship for michigan so out of the question

but yeah like our football team is trash but people have said our new coach is good so maybe???

but we don’t have bye weeks, it’s literally games for 9 weeks and it switches how many home games we get each year. like we had four last year and now we have five

#: ̗̀➛ rey 💛 !#: ̗̀➛ my mutals 💕 !#: ̗̀➛ inbox 💌 !

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hhhemberhhh · 2 years ago

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Today was the day of our school’s MPA, or Musical Performance Assessment. It’s basically that big standardized test that everyone hates taking at the end of the year, except for band people.

And let me tell you, I’ve done this before, this is my 2nd year of doing this, but omg just playing in front of an audience while three people judge you harshly just scares me. Yes, I’ve done solos in front of judges; I’ve played in front of an audience and I’ve done auditions many times, but MPA always hits different for me.

Especially since I had a small solo piece at the beginning of one of our songs (it was for 1st clarinets only, and oh biggie, I’m the only first clarinet in my band) and holy shit lemme tell you my heart was POUNDING. It was so loud I heard it in my ears because I was afraid to mess up 💀💀

And the sightreading. Lord almighty. Jesus Christ. That was… wow. Our judge said we did really good but still…

Long story short, we got a superior. And I wish our old band director was still here to see it (he resigned, this one is good, but the old one got me into music) because he would’ve been so proud of us 😭😭

anyways uhhhh thanks for reading ig lol, I love band tho, but my god March is the month that is just crazy for band kids

#story time #band kid #band shenanigans #clarinet

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writingmochi · 1 year ago

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an honest review of the name chapter: freefall purely from musical observation (not proofread)

opening remarks: okay, so, i decided to make this into a series for all ateez, txt, and enhypen albums cause (1) they're the only groups i really follow and (2) this is a multifan-account for all three groups so why not *eyes* *thumbs up* sorry for the delay (but not though cause i got time to absorb the album.) i did write updates on 4 of the songs and it's decent all that time and now... well i don't wanna spoiler it...

BUT i did write about track sequencing in kpop in relation to this album so i'll actually be doing ALTERNATE TRACKLIST SEQUENCE OF THE ALBUM AT THE END. so stay tuned for that!

concept-wise, i've been hearing chasing that feeling and reading the lyrics to see it be the exact aftermath after they left neverland, of course with the album name freefall being in reference to the song farewell, neverland, so it definitely shown in the concept. i mentioned how grungy it is even referencing the soobin fic as soobin's an alt kid and it definitely makes sense with the whole "fallen from heaven and trying to survive"

let's start!

1.growing pain: growing pains and angsty sound, growing pain is the quintessential rebel angst song. as i mentioned before in my timeline, this is the angrier version of the sound that the chaos chapter cultivates. it's more grungy than pop-punk, even punkier than pop-punk, and might even go into the heavy metal range. and tbh, this IS txt song. no other kpop group can make pop punk/rock THEIR genre (which is followed by woodz's pop-punk album). i can definitely see this being performed in a festival circuit, like lollapalooza (its origin is a rock festival tho). N WHO IS DOING VOCAL FRY? VOCAL FRY PEOPLE REPRESENT. this is kai's song for real. i love a more interpretation of the harder, grittier side of pop-punk than what is usually depicted here in kpop. the guitar power chords make it very tense and the interlude part in the middle is good with a more guitar solo part.

but, in my opinion, the mixing layering sounds so stacked that you can definitely hear which one is midi. not saying that midi doesn't produce a good song, but it definitely will sound grittier if it's played live with live instruments. they play around with some voice inflexions, trying to make it sound "imperfect" but then it doesn't make those inflexions authentic in the long haul. yet, this song definitely makes the mold and *might* be added to my driving playlist (idk which one cause i have to assess it more)

2.chasing the feeling: okay! is this the first time a kpop song doesn't have a pre-chorus? i opened genius to see it being depicted that way. i actually theorize that the start of the "chorus" is the pre-chorus part and when it comes to the chasing the feeling part where the chord change happened, that's the chorus for me. you can definitely interpret it with whatever you like. also, WE GOT A BRIDGE! but at what cost when it's the same as the other verses...

txt, once again, returns to the retro sound. but when blue hour has more influence from funk, chasing the feeling is definitely more early 80s new wave (definitely different than thursday's child when it exudes more mid to late 80s synthpop, which is the pop version of new wave, and a hint of early 90s acoustic there with the guitar strums). i appreciate that they're trying to explore genres in the retro spectrum cause it doesn't always have to be disco or funk, you can get new jack swing like what exid did or big band like what seventeen did.

i like how push and pull this song is. just like what the concept is with them having to chase the feeling to get the satisfaction after turning back from heaven or neverland. but, the push and pull definitely creates a stagnant rhythm and melody that, in bad way can make it boring, but in good way can make you be in a trance. i definitely think that they're playing safe with this track as when the word "chasing the feeling" is utter, that feeling can be viewed in different ways that the music can sonically create. as you know from my affinity to farewell, neverland, i love a hero's journey type of song. this one, for me, definitely is the inciting incident of our heroes as they venture into this new world. that's why, i agree with yerin @/itz-yerin, that this song is a great track to be put on after growing pain. also, i know that they're trying to push this song to be marketed in tiktok as a dance challenge but i think this will succeed more as an edit type of song (like get up by newjeans) cause even i can't imagine how they're doing the choreo to this as i haven't watch the stage (i watched the dance practice vid n the choreo has a bit vogue-ish character to it... interesting...)

also, yall definitely have to watch this song's version with soob, gyu, and hyuka only. like both gyu and soob can definitely get the parts they're singing cause they sound so good + a 3 minute song but at what cost :"")

3.back for more: as i haven't listened to the anitta ver and haven't watched the vma stage before this, this is my introduction to this song. what's with the eq fade-in for the vocal at the intro with soobin ? i think it will be bolder when the voice starts already round rather than a fade-in (like tgif by xg). this is definitely more funk/disco but also has some latin influence (which definitely shows that it is catering towards the usamerican market). lyric-wised, this is not as cringy as other english songs by kpop idols which definitely shows hybe's aspiration to push txt into the western market. i also recognize ryan tedder's voice in there (the composer of the song and vocalist for onerepublic) especially the vocal inflexions at the end of the chorus.

then, i heard the anitta versions of it and i actually liked it better. especially with the performance ver cause it feels more complete like i know it sounds more with the post-choruses and stuff, but it feels like that version was the one intended before it cut a whole 40 seconds of it. wtf why??? idk how it's been going with the general public but i like it

4.dreamer: okay muted guitar and rnb!! that wall of bass that rings in the verse combined with the piano chords gives this song a more intimate feeling. i mentioned in my previous post that this song is kinda like the ballads that bts releases and i will double down on that. i can definitely hear jimin in tyun's voice, taehyung in gyu's voice, and jungkook in yeonjun's voice. idk if this is because of the voice mixing or what but it definitely is more similar to what the mixing in bts' ballad songs is like (it reminds me of rain so much). the singing range here is also crazy from notes in their lower register until it reaches falsetto. tbh, i'm concerned at how high those falsetto are and how much it is used in the song. if they're not in good condition, the falsetto melody can make or break the performance. the studio version helps with the autotune etc but when performing live (unless there are autotune applied to the melody layer along with the vocal), i pray for their throats :")

other than that, it's a slow rnb song that joins txt's rnb roster with 20 cm!

5.deep down: i swear the more i listen to this song, the more neo-like it sound. it definitely sounds atmospherically similar to an nct 127 song, replay (pm 1:27). the sound mixing here is clear enough i can differentiate the voices (i can't find gyu and soob's voices in dreamer). other than it, the ostinato in the chorus in the percussion layers helps drive the song forward. i also hear a lot of beomgyu here which i'm happy with. also, the producer who gives the pre-chorus to soobin, let me hug you cause this song fits his timbre so much. also because this song is under 3 minutes with the 2 verse-chorus format, i think it will sound a bit better with a bridge like i can hear either tyun or kai just lets out a high note in the last chorus.

i just read that the song has some influence from the jersey club genre (known in kpop as the "newjeans" genre especially in their get up ep) and i can definitely hear the influence in the percussion. but idk man, i think kpop is making jersey club too oversaturated for my ear that it's hard for me to enjoy it. but i'm glad that txt is taking their own spin in it!

6.happily ever after: YAY WE GOT HAPPY TXT SONGS!! ever since i see the short with soob with the song, this song definitely caught my attention the most. but even if it is a happy txt song, it's more mellow than what ice cream or roller coaster sounds like. this song is yeonjun's song in the album like, "yes, boy, sing"! gosh i got such a booster with this song (and i swear you're gonna see in my alt tracklist how this song will be). this is also a jersey club song just by hearing the bass drum running in the track so i think that txt is really taking a bite out of newjeans and boynextdoor books in order to adapt their discographies to be more like the current trend. but what i like about this, this song is more of what a jersey club txt song that i was thinking. deep down, for me, is too neo-core for me to consider it a txt song

7.skipping stones: GOD I LOVE THE DISSONANCE!!! i think someone in my timeline mentioned how day6 like this song is and i agree!! i can pinpoint which era of day6 it is lol :D it's the every day6 sound around august-september releases and the dissonance reminds me of you were beautiful in the same series. i can definitely see a video on the it's live channel where they play this song (manifesting cause i wanna hear the authentic dirty guitar filter). also A WHOLE SONG WITH PRE CHORUSES AND BRIDGE AKJFBAKEF I MISS YOU SO MUCH. soobin sounds so nice here and that last chorus transition yes! i will bop my head to this song. also i think all of the txt members are trying emanate lovesong tyun so much (if not everyone, then it's jun) but i can hear how hard yeonjun is trying to hold back and blend in with the song's rock feel.

8.blue spring: oh god kai don't sing like that, you're gonna make me cry! since i've seen this performance live back in august, i could hear the intention of this being played as an encore song. it definitely comes in the same root as our summer with it being nostalgic and melancholic. i wanna say that i'm proud of what beom created cause like, tbh, this song is definitely a beomgyu sound. the mellow band sound.

i also think that because i've seen them perform this live, i like the live version better. the vocal line/layer was too clean for my liking that i can hear which parts were autotuned. i think imperfection was the right factor for me to like it and why the live ver is better than the studio ver.

9.do it like that: i think we know just how catchy this song is. i also seen this live in the concert and it's such a good time. i realized just how clear ryan tedder's voice is here too (but not as clear as back for more). what i wanna complain about is why this can be allowed in the album but not back for more with anitta?? like that is just so consistent unless it's because of business purposes. but back for more was literally one of the singles for this album release so that just rubs me the wrong way. other than that, catchy-ass song and get joe jonas out of my way cause his divorce drama is really tainting him

here it comes!

ALTERNATE TRACKLIST SEQUENCE (based on moods and what makes sense to me)

growing pain

chasing the feeling

skipping stones

dreamer

blue spring

deep down

back for more

do it like that

happily ever after

closing remarks: one word that i'm using to describe this album: safe.

this album feels so safe for me like they are just dipping into new genres but still retracts back in uncertainty with how it will sound. even growing pain, the experimental song of the album with its grittier punk sound of pop-punk, still seems to be safe for my taste. chasing the feeling also feels safe for me like it's like they embrace the retro feel like a pic with filters instead of them wearing a costume (it relates to how alt street fashion relates to new wave song. it's a dissonance for me in that aspect). i think that feeling safe vibe definitely comes because they make a pop song, not a punk song, rnb, new wave, etc. they make pop songs influenced by the other genres and it definitely hinders me from truly being consumed by the album sonically...

i definitely agree with the people that said that this is kai's era, but i wanna argue that this is both kai and beomgyu's era. why? like have you seen the concept photos? that's just beomgyu's style. i know people aren't happy with the amount of distribution for him and soon, but i know that they're still working hard under those circumstances. anf the fact that gyu's song got green-lit to be in an album is definitely a step forward for him. beomgyu also kills it for opening chasing the feeling, like i cannot see any other member that can open the song like him. as i mentioned in with soob, gyu, and kai ver of the title track, they sound good. but, for that, i think it definitely relates more towards the politics in a business and the hierarchy of influence in big hit...

this album is middle in my tierlist cause it just can't break my top 5 man (tdc: eternity, tdc: magic, tcc: fight or escape, tdc: star, and minsode 2) and ALSO, SUCH A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO NOT MAKE A TDC: ETERNITY LIKE COMEBACK FOR A FRIDAY THE 13TH... IN OCTOBER

final ranking:

9.deep down

8.dreamer

7.do it like that (it got overplayed so i'm tired listening to it)

6.skipping stones

5.back for more

4.happily ever after

3.chasing that feeling

2.growing pain

1.blue spring

gosh, i'm such a debby-downer let's go to the rankings

small conclusion: a 29-minute album with 10 tracks?? is the industry is healing? because we get 6 songs over 3 minutes (one of them is an eng ver, the longest ones are rock-adjacent). but then i got reminded that in rainbows by radiohead is a 10-track album with a length of over than 45 minutes, but it definitely is better than what hybe gave to the others this year (like newjeans ep under 15 minutes, boynextdoor ep with only 3 new tracks, enhypen again with the song without the bridge, fwak me)

also, i now consider my alternate tracklist the canon one!

#ignore the ramble #seriously ignore it if u can’t take people’s opinion and criticism #< my tag for all the reviews lmao

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misiwrites · 2 years ago

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Mayblade Day 11

CHAPTER 11 prompt: music characters: hiromi, emily, mao, ayaka, julia, mathilda (+ salima, zeo, ming-ming, kyouju, giancarlo, mentions of others) pairings: --- (there's something implied here tho)

Hiromi had never been to a live concert, neither a classic nor a rock one. Today, she would have had the opportunity to see both; the school gym had been turned into a concert venue, and after the bake sale was over, the music performance part of the event began.

Hiromi got help from Salima and another student council member to take her stall apart, then went to change back into her own clothes in the bathrooms. She took such a long time wriggling out of the dress, regretting not asking for help with that as well, that she ended up missing the classic half of the concert – the part meant to lure in the students’ parents and other regular folk and fill the cash jars up just a little further. Hiromi knew that her classmate Zeo played the violin in the concert, the rest she wasn’t familiar with. She caught the very end of his performance before it was over.

And then, the fun part began. As Hiromi remained hanging around the gym entrance, a team of volunteers started clearing the gym floor of chairs and setting up stage lights in the front. It was the band club’s turn.

“Have you gone check them out yet?” asked Emily who pounced at her from behind.

“The band club?” Hiromi asked.

“Yeah.”

“No, I haven’t. Do you know someone who’s in it?”

“I do know them, but I don’t know know them. The singer, Ming-Ming, is a friend of Garland and Brooklyn.”

In thirty minutes’ time, the gym had been transformed into a night club. They’d somehow even set up a bar – for non-alcoholic drinks only, obviously, though it was a well-known secret that students would always smuggle their own booze in anyway.

Another thirty minutes and the place was chock-full of students, jamming it to the all-female band playing their pop rock songs. It wasn’t bad, but not the kind of music Hiromi usually listened to. As a backdrop for hanging out with friends and forgetting all about the nauseating encounter with the photographer boy, though, it was perfect.

“She looks like a first-year but I've never seen her before!” she shouted at Emily over the music and general hubbub, eyes on the stage.

“You mean Ming-Ming?” Emily bellowed back. “No, she’s from 2-B! She’s in the same class with Steve and the rest!”

“Whaaat?!” Hiromi could have sworn that the cute, blue-haired singer looked fifteen years old, tops. In fact, she didn’t look like a high schooler at all.

While giving Ming-Ming a critical assessment with this new information, she also noticed a familiar looking, albeit very small, figure right below the stage doing what she could only accurately describe as fucking losing it. It was Professor. He was wearing some kind of fanboy headband and aggressively waved light blue penlights in both hands. She decided to pretend she didn’t recognize him.

A moment later, Hiromi and Emily were joined by Mao and Ayaka who were both carrying two drinks, one set of extra for their friends to share. “Hey, good job with the bake sale today!” Mao told Hiromi and handed her a pink mocktail with a strawberry floating on top. “You were the cutest maid, no competition!”

They retreated to sit at the bleachers, far enough from the stage that they could somewhat feasibly hold a conversation. It felt nice, having a group of friends to just hang out and talk with, a drink in hand.

Salima was missing, though. Hiromi hadn’t seen her after dismantling the stall with her and by now the gym was too full of people, too dim and noisy and bustling for her to pinpoint a single person in there. It was a bummer, though; Salima would have deserved some fun time off.

She decided to voice her thoughts. The others hummed in agreement, but there was an awkward sort of lull afterwards. Nobody dared speculate Salima’s possible absence, why she’d perhaps left home already, all alone.

“I wonder if she’ll be coming to the party,” Mao pondered, lazily jamming to whatever Ming-Ming’s band was playing in the background. Then, as if a light bulb had just gone off above her head, her golden eyes lit up and darted at Hiromi. “Hey, you should come too!”

The drinking straw slipped out of Hiromi’s mouth. “Wha, where?”

“Julia is throwing a party in a couple of weeks. It’s gonna be fun, you should totally come!”

“Julia?” The fact that she was being invited to the party of someone she didn’t even know was confusing, frightening, and kind of flattering all at once. She hadn’t been invited anywhere since someone’s birthday in elementary school.

“Julia Fernandez. She’s in 2-A.”

She was being invited to the party of a second-year she didn’t know?

“Look, that’s her,” Ayaka added and pointed somewhere behind Hiromi’s shoulder. Hiromi turned just in time to witness a very pretty, very stylish girl with long, flowy hair of strawberry blonde and cocoa brown who was being approached by the same fair-haired clown of a gentleman who’d terrorized the vendor stalls earlier; and, just as she realized that the girl was one of the people she’d seen performing circus tricks with her twin lookalike, she punched the Casanova guy right in the nose and sent him flying across the gym-gone-dancefloor. The crowd retreated with a gasp, then erupted into joyous laughter and applause.

“Classic Julia!” Mao said cheerfully and clapped with the rest. Then she raised her hand and waved, beckoning this femme fatale to join their little circle by the bleachers.

And Julia did. She was followed by the girl from 1-B whom Hiromi had also already met earlier that day, Mathilda. Mao didn’t waste any time to go ahead and introduce Hiromi to them as “Aya’s classmate” and, apparently, choosing this was enough of a reason to invite her to Julia’s house party. This second-year girl was obviously good friends with her juniors, as she didn’t mind the suggestion at all. Just like that, Hiromi had been invited to her life's first house party.

“You were 1-A’s vendor, weren’t you?” Mathilda then asked Hiromi with a shy, friendly smile. She seemed like a very sweet girl.

“I was!”

“Did you have fun doing it? The outfit suited you really well.”

Hiromi replied an affirmative, saying she greatly enjoyed the job. “Thank you. I was surprised how well it suited Max as well, I couldn’t have guessed. To be honest, I thought you’d be the 1-B vendor, Mathilda.”

“He wanted to keep it a secret until the last moment,” she said and giggled. “It’s so like him. Max loves shocking people.”

“Are you friends with him? He seems like the kind of guy who gets along with everyone.”

“Mm… Well, it’s like you say, I think everyone is friends with him… but I wouldn’t say I know him exactly.” Mathilda turned to look at Mao for support. “Everyone in our class is pretty close, but…”

“Yeah, like, we don’t really know him outside school. Doesn’t he live right next to you, though, Em?” Mao followed by turning to Emily who, to Hiromi’s mild surprise, was sipping her orange mocktail with a sour expression; Emily hadn’t uttered a single word over this exchange.

“Sometimes,” she said bluntly.

“Ah, right. He’s got two homes – divorced parents and stuff.” Mao took a sip of her own drink, another pink one but a hue darker than Hiromi’s. “His little puppy crush got kind of famous in our class, maybe that’s why it feels like we know him better than we actually do.”

Hiromi pricked her ears at this remark. Now they were approaching the territory she truthfully was feeling her curiosity growing towards. “I was wondering about that,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “Do you know if he’s, uh… you know… interested in guys?”

Her question earned a round of chuckles from Mao, Mathilda, and Ayaka. Even Julia, who was browsing her phone, was grinning a little through her dark lipstick.

“Because he wanted to wear a dress? No no no,” said Mao and whisked her hand. “I mean – well, I guess he could also be? But I doubt anything tops that crush he’s got going for Mariam.”

Hiromi’s eyebrows shot up. Mariam? Another new name out of nowhere. “But… But he…” Oh, there was no way of expressing the way she’d seen him act today without sounding totally deranged to the other girls. Not to mention, she had thought Max was interested in the boy who obviously was Mao’s close friend, maybe even boyfriend… and now she was beginning to feel like she’d stumbled upon some weird polycule situation that, frankly, was none of her business.

“And Mariam couldn’t give a rat’s ass about some first-year,” Emily then retorted. She was being weirdly off-putting today; she appeared to be staring daggers at her glass, aggressively stirring the straw in the remainders of her drink. “What an idiot.”

“Ugh, I broke a nail thanks to that Don Juan,” grumbled Julia, surveying the condition of her fingers. “And I literally put them on a minute ago.”

And just like that, the topic of Max was forgotten. The rest moved on while Hiromi slouched a little and got lost in her thoughts, wondering what this all was about.

#mayblade #mayblade 2023 #my writing #fic update

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ainaosei · 9 months ago

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Yesterday the neuropsychologist said that I might have a mood disorder instead of a neurodevelopmental disorder and to be honest I don't know what to think because somehow I feel like I have both (?)

When I think about the possibilities I relate emotionally and mentally to my dad's behaviour. He was a problematic man, alcoholic (I'm not but just because I avoid drinking due to trauma but when I was younger I used to drink to socialize), very aggressive and still used to have a very restrict routine and he never felt bothered by that. There are more things that are also related to some disorders criteria and I do believe we are both problematic because of something else™.

Unfortunately he will never have a chance to get an assessment due to his dementia (this is why I talk about him in the past) and while I'm on my own research, I've found some quite interesting things about myself that somehow I can relate to his problematic behaviour and I believe mostly are due to all the trauma etc BUT STILL there are things that I keep since from my childhood, so I don't know if it is just a mood disorder.

Talking about myself, I was a very curious kid and my interests never matched to my own age, which lead me to deal with bullies for almost my whole childhood/teenage years. I thought I had many friends but in fact I was never included in some activities like parties and all the social stuff even during my early twenties, so I endend up making fantasies on my own about what would be a perfect life.

(And that's how I found that in fact, I didn't like being with others that much and socializing was a very overwhelming activity for me - also, the alone time is the only moment where I can rest and feel like a functional person again.)

I'm also a very restrictive person when I talk about my routine and any slight change lead me to an emotional crisis where I can barely eat, bath or leave the house. I have this sense of perfection to function properly and I like to play the sims as a way to reorganize my brain when I'm too overhwelmed by regular life tasks - and it helps!

Regarding sensory issues, when I was a kid I never liked to eat. I was a very, very thin girl who hated to feel the textures of almost everything. Today I eat compulsively but still there are foods - like fruits, for example - that make me completely sick. I always throw up if I eat banana or papaya. I also hate the smell of smoothies for the same reason. Another fact is that I do have a good nose (smell?) for things and it's SO annoying because some smells also gives me the sick vibes - just like some sounds and images (?), I really don't get it. On the other hand, I do love listening to music to the point of feeling goosebumps and when I'm into some band/artist, my focus will remain for a very long period of time (that's how I still listen the same Allah-las and The Growlers songs for the past seven years). Listening to music also helps me to keep focused on some activies like just playing one particular song on repeat for hours and I enjoy it so much that I takes a lot of time to feel bored by doing this.

I do like music tho.

My stimming behaviour and hyperfixations are something quite particular so I don't know how to share this but I do have some.

On the other hand, thinking about my general mood, I'm a very emotional person. If someone is upset, so am I. If my boyfriend is feeling sad for some reason, I instantly feel sad as well even knowing that it's his sadness, not mine. I'm also alwas irritated about every single thing and I DO HATE THIS FEELING because everything in life seems to bother me almost on a pathological level and I don't know why. I just have this anger like a not so dormant volcano that sums up when I'm too overwhelmed by the existence in this universe. My mood changes a little bit fast but it happens more when I feel dirty before a bath for example or when it's too hot, when everything is loud and specially when the environment doesn't give me some space to process everything.

Following, I also deal with insomnia since I was 15 - probably - and I only can have a good amount of sleep with medications. Also, I don't know if I turned out to be a night owl because of this but my brain is just "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" during the day. I love the peace and quiet of the night because I feel productive and relaxed but it ruins my daily routine.

I'm not sure if any of these mean something, but for a person who has been in theraphy for almost ten years with a chronical depression, dealing with anxiety since I was a kid, a two years on medication (and probably a misdiagnosed ocd and bpd - my psychiatrist diagnosed me but for some reason refused to make my diagnosis oficial which is suspicious), an unsuccessful academic life, almost with no friends because I struggle so hard to deal with people, an inabillity to do basic tasks and a constat imbalace of energy - sometimes I'm on high speed, other times I'm as slow as a snail -, I mean... I don't know. It has to mean something, isn't it? I can't wait to have some answers.

#neurodivergent #neurodiversity #bpd #ocd #autism assessment #mentally ill #actually mentally ill #i'm so obssessed with this assessment that i always research the method/test after doing the weekly evaluation lol

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skeletonsloverockcandy · 2 years ago

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After having read the synopsis for the Magnus Protocol on the kickstarter, the brain worms are starting to kick in oooo I’m so excited

It clearly takes place Somewhere Else in a universe where Jonah Magnus existed but perhaps was not supernatural as this Institute was based in Manchester not London, and burned down in 1999, the same year there was supposedly a mass statement leak in the TMA universe. And this follows the work of Office of Incident Assessment and Response, some sort of civil government service organization in England with the characters Alice and Sam, our new main characters, dealing with the “legacy” of the Archives “almost 25 years after it burned down” and will put them in “grave danger”.

This being a world that is Somewhere Else, it means that it previously had no Entities and now it has Entities, so I think that’s what the grave danger will be, and Jonny and Alex have said that we may here some old voices, but not in the way we expect.

So here’s what I’m positing, my theory, one might say, tho I see it more as a possible fanfic idea than a likely turn of events:

Wouldn’t it be awesome if this government agency stumbled onto some of Jon’s tapes from the TMA universe that were brought over with the entities by the Spider, and this Incident response team was like “welp, that doesn’t make any sense, this is dated 2016-18 and the Magnus Institute burned down in 1999” and so they have to form a protocol for when they find these tapes. What if they’re like Lietners in this universe, at the very least in the concept of someone having something named after them even if they didn’t cause the phenomenon, like the books for example? Or what if they DO cause supernatural phenomena to happen? Then that’s really interesting because then there are consequences 😈 and Bad Things Happening. I think then anything supernatural that happens after these tapes are found will be linked to the Magnus Institute or the tapes by proxy, since this world has no prior experience with this level of supernatural phenomena, and so the government needs a solution, or a protocol for these things, if you will, and thus The Magnus Protocol is born.

Now say that our main cast of characters from TMA all still exist in this universe, but never joined the institute because it burned down. So they could be walking about their normal lives, none the wiser and working normal jobs not accosted by Fear Entities. Now imagine these tapes, if they appear, do not appear in order, and so now there is a mystery a foot, and quite frankly some disturbing things to put to rest in these “statements”. And so they investigate, and find that one Mr. Jonathan Sims lives in London working as a researcher or museum curator or publicist or actor or band member or coffee barista or whatever his job may be in this new world, and take him in for questioning.

Imagine how juicy that would be, here is this Sims, none the wiser to supernatural entities or horrors, and then some shady government agents take him in without telling him why, and 2 low level agents come in, trying to keep stoic and cool, but are just a little bit spooked when they look at him and know who he is. Now Jon is here really confused and he starts asking why he’s here, is he in trouble, etc., and they say they just want to ask him some questions. They ask him if he’s ever been to or worked at the Magnus Institute, and he says no, what’s that? Or didn’t that burn down? I was 8-9 at the time so obviously not, that’s impossible. His captors share a glance and then pull out a tape recorder asking if he could please explain this then please. He is like, what. You want me to talk into that old thing? It looks ancient. Are you sure it even works? And they’re like, oh we’re sure Mr. Sims. And we don’t need you to talk into it, just listen. And they press play. And say, maybe the Spider still has a soft spot for old Jon here, and isn’t above inflicting some old terror in a new way. So say the statement they pull is MAG 81, A Guest for Mr. Spider. So this Jon, wildly confused and now beginning to get scared, hears his voice on the other end, describing accurate details of his childhood, and an incident that never happened, and wait is that Georgie? He knows Georgie, he dated her in uni, and he’s on the run for framed murder?? Jon is agape, but recovers and begins angrily demanding if this is some sort of prank, who set this up, it isn’t funny, how did they get his voice? And he’s scared. The 2 agents, Alice and Sam, glance at one another again and tell him that’s what they would like to know. They have dozens of these tapes with his voice on them, dated from 2016-18, and claiming he’s the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, and Mr. Sims, if this is some sort of elaborate game, or ARG, or fiction project of his, they would like to know that now so they can put this to rest, because if these are real… then that presents a whole new challenge, doesn’t it? When it’s clear Jon doesn’t know anything, they let him go, but he’s shaken badly by the incident, wondering if he has a doppelgänger out there somewhere impersonating him, but if that’s the case, how did they know so many personal details about his childhood and his grandmother? Given a bit of time to think, I think he would try to do some investigating of his own, maybe discover what this Other Him had to say on these tapes or where they came from or what they mean, maybe return to this organization and ask if he can listen to more of the tapes or try to help in their investigation. Or else go full on season 2 full paranoid Jon mode and begin questioning if anyone he knows is in on this as well. Either way, this presents a fabulous opportunity for reoccurring side character Jonathan Sims! Head of nothing and not the Archivist :) would love to see him get brought in again for breaking and entering into a place he was trying to investigate to look for clues and Alice and Sam just get slowly used to his shenanigans and like “Oh Sims is in again.” “3rd time this week?” “You know, I’m really regretting bringing him in for questioning the first time.”

Anyway that’s my idea, I think it would be great :)))

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absolutebl · 4 years ago

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 3 - this is proper YA, they are dealing with actual high school issues, picking uni, first crushes, online dating, etc... We even got a senior prom trope which almost never happens in Thai stuff (just the freshman uni competition variant). Standard plot pacing means PaperFah’s kiss was too early, might indicate we’re moving to uni in the second half of the series? Tropes included: let me feed you, hand hold, black & white striped shirt, floppy drunk & first kiss.

Y-Destiny Ep 3 - the first MaxNat ep. Such fun to see them playing different characters. This one is enemies to lovers, tutor/student, but it’s using the “poor little rich kid loose cannon” archetype. Nat is doing his best, but it’s leaving me cold. Lots of tropes tho: boyfriend’s closet, floppy drunk, pillow clutch, the loom & water bottle.

Lovely Writer Ep 8 - solid installment, good use of many tropes. I really like the leads and I’m glad there isn’t much side dish action, SibGene gave us: punish, touch your face, boyfriend claiming, kissing, sleep cuddling, symmetry, rooftop, cheek kiss, hand hold, and pillow clutch.

Call It What You Want Ep 3-4 - couldn’t find the subs, don’t really care, will watch if it crosses my radar, otherwise I’m just not into it.

Brothers Ep 11 - the “everyone wants Chol” show continues (but WHY?), he and Tri are cute together, and now I kinda just want Prab to end up with the twins. I’m confused by the teachers, but Boston showed up (from UWMA), and my boys KhunKaow got together (YES!), so I’m ultimately delighted with the episode.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 2 - the makeover happened, and we go from cute with glasses and braces to cute without them. (I’m reminded of those 90′s Pygmalion teen movies where the girl has glasses + ponytail and then *GASP* does not and *GASP* she’s HOT. This was the BL version.) Meanwhile, writers better be careful with Pi, he’s getting too tsundere to like. Did you see they gave AJ a 2gether music intro & pick up line? Well, it’s actually his brother JJ who plays Ohm in 2g. I cackled. GMMTV - you so cheeky.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 5 - half way point. My poor confused babies. It was a really sweet episode... if what happened before hadn’t happened in the way that it had. Also, these boys have a GREAT friendship but are probably the worst advice givers ever.

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 3 fin - so cute! Our boys confessed and got together. There was an adorable mutual kiss (I love me a mutual, like Ingredients). Afterwards, they actually seemed to communicate with each other about both sex and their relationship. OMG. How original for BL! This was the last episode, so the series is short, but I still enjoyed it very much. RECOMMENDED.

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 1-2 - oh boy this one is rough, we started out with homophobia child abuse and moved on to family drama + drunken dub-con one night stand. But production values and subs are better than normal for Vietnam (You Are My Boy levels) + our queer babies are out & proud + it’s higher heat + I’m weak. So I’m watching.

Word of Honor (China) Ep 25-27 - honestly not much happened, lots of back story. Things are looking dire for the ghosts unless they can turn the Scorpion (I LOVE HIM, he’s my precious deadly baby). Don’t know how they managed to make loosing a battle with an immortal sword god ex-friend cute... but they did. Did some calculations and at 36 eps, mathematically speaking, ep 30 will be the equivalent of a standard BL ep 11. Should I be scared for next week?

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 1-2 - it’s so effing adorbs, soft bois do old fashioned tropes like arranged marriage + evil stepsisters meets the more modern fake relationship + secret identity in a surprisingly comfortable mix. It launched with baby is a floppy drunk, forced proximity, performative I saw you feed him, and some fun gay panic. It’s a lot lighter and faster paced than I was expecting, but this is Korea so I don’t know why I’m surprised.

Stand Alones

K-pop band OnlyOneOf dropped a new MV that is basically BL bait, using many of the tropes we know and love. I promise I’m not trying to lure anyone into K-pop I just thought it was interesting how consciously they’re yaoi dipping.

Spin-off We Best Love Fighting Mr. 2nd, Shou Zhen | the Only Love Letter Once Written (SERIOUSLY WITH THE TITLES TAIWAN?) anyway there’s a something or other 25 minutes featuring Pei Shou Yi and his boy that aired Friday. It’s about 10 minutes of reboot footage with 15 min of new content, mostly set in the past. It entirely rests on Chih Tian Shih’s acting, fortunately for us he’s great. However, it doesn’t substantially change or add to these characters’ arcs from the finale of WBL season 2. I don’t know if there will be more or if this was just an extra footage fan service.

COLOR RUSH GOT ITS MOVIE!!! Okay this is almost the tipping point for me to get Viki Standard. It’s listed at 1:56 minutes long but the original series had only c.120 running time - that is a lot of new content. Although i was disappointed by To My Star’s movie I loved Wish You’s, so I am hoping Color Rush got Wish You level treatment. That said, I feel Color Rush the series is damn near perfect already, hard to improve on perfection.

Breaking News

Close Friend the series got an updated trailer featuring MaxNat (no subs) so if you like them in Y-Destiny or in Why R U get ready for them to play different characters again, this time for a sports romance segment. Like Y-Destiny, Close Friend looks to be another series of vignettes (Original trailer) coming April 22.

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) was intended release April 22 but is now postponed due to a surge in C19 cases in Thailand.

Tell the World I Love You, a Thai BL movie that was supposed to release last week, is similarly delayed.

My Ride has been postponed indefinitely with no airing date.

The Miracle of Teddy Bear got a teaser vid, no eng subs.

Gossip

Thai BL actors Nanon (Bad Buddy), Yoon (YYY), and Mark Siwat (LBC, Bite Me) have tested positive for C19. Press releases stated they’re fine, tho filming has paused fore their various projects, obvs. (No word on whether Nanon’s current project was Bad Buddy or not, although it seems likely given his recent Arm Share episode.)

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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illwynd · 4 years ago

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review of metal subgenres by me

20. christian metal

i can’t help but feel like someone is just. very confused here. it might be me idk. but someone is definitely confused.

19. traditional heavy metal

Classic. Timeless. But in the way that a top hat is timeless i.e. it’s gonna get a lot of weird looks in the grocery store

18. metalcore

please keep your arms inside the vehicle at all times.

17. nu metal

honestly i like a lot of nu metal, it is totally enjoyable as music, but lbr it is never going to not be the redheaded stepchild of the metal family. it should probably move to another town, change its name, and just live its best life or sth.

16. glam metal

the ‘80s called. it didn’t ask for its sound back. it just needs help getting out of these skintight leopard-print leather pants.

15. melodic metal

this is a fuckin weird one, honestly. i feel like this is only an adjective to other genres, and it’s an element that changes the properties of whatever it alloys with in unexpected ways. on its own, it is undefinable and defies assessment.

14. sludge

this is the most aptly named genre in existence. i could not hope to describe it better than saying yeah it sounds like sludge. not that there’s anything wrong with that.

13. black metal

some great tunes but i’m exhausted just thinking about researching every fucking band to find out whether they’re sketchy. or like. how sketchy exactly. like. “apolitical” only half the band is friends with nazis sketchy? or...?

12. groove metal

great, let’s talk shit about phil anselmo. (it does have a decent groove tho.)

11. doom metal

you’re 19, lying on your bed on a stormy saturday afternoon, super depressed and listlessly pondering the pointlessness of existence. this is your soundtrack.

10. death metal

[incomprehensible growling directly into the mike]

9. thrash metal

when it’s good, it’s really fuckin good. when it’s mediocre... it... all sounds the fucking same i’m sorry but it does

8. progressive metal

aka musicians showing off. Mozart would play prog.

7. goth metal

you’re 19, lying on your bed on a stormy saturday afternoon, super depressed... and it’s kinda sexy, actually

6. industrial metal

we’re going to be here all night arguing about what bands are part of this genre, aren’t we.

5. symphonic metal

do you need some operatic soprano shit in your life, with full orchestration? heck yeah you do. here you go.

4. power metal

I AM RIDING A DRAGON YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID

3. pirate metal

rum rum rum rum rum rum rum

2. viking metal

the best moshpits, for some reason. everyone in this scene owns at least one mjolnir pendant and probably also leather bracers and a ticket to valhalla. warning: may cause beard growth. points for lots of songs about thor and loki

1. folk metal

we have fiddle. we have bagpipes. we have flutes. we have joiking and throatsinging. we have copious drinking songs. we have pagan imagery, long hair, some fur and horns and antlers with our leather, and pleasant fuckin dispositions. we will collectively sit down on a sticky, beer-covered venue floor and row our longship together before getting up and bodyslamming each other happily for another hour. half the time the lyrics are not in a language you speak but it doesn’t matter. and it has the range, babey: cheerful drinking songs, high-energy battle music, metal songs to hammer metal to, melancholy old folk songs done metal style, gorgeously haunting odes to nature and invoking the supernatural making you feel like you ought to be listening to it alone on a misty mountaintop in the moonlight, everything. the fact that metal seems to fuse perfectly with literally every culture’s traditional folk music to become something unique and interesting and revelatory about both the folk tradition itself and about metal... that’s. like. fuckin superb, you funky little humans. this is the best metal genre and you cannot change my mind.

Bonus: symphonic post-apocalyptic reindeer-grinding Christ-abusing extreme war pagan fennoscandian metal

heck yeah

#metal #folk metal #this is of course glossing over the countless sub-subgenres #and sub-sub-subgenres #because that would probably exceed the tumblr post length if i tried

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sayoneee · 3 years ago

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marciasgf inquired: wait omg please give us all of your kathy hcs i would love to hear them...

THANK U FOR ASKING <3

kathys 5’7

shes blonde obviously (twobits blondes fetish) + her hairs long and down to her midback (not sure if shes a natural blonde or if she dyed it tho)

she has an older brother that’s a couple years older than her (he graduated and goes to college outside of oklahoma bc he won an athletic scholarship)

and theyre pretty close, his names roy

their last name is flynn and theyre irish

shes 17 and a senior at their highschool

she makes average and below average grades but she doesnt stress out ab school

shes that one senior thats always helping the freshmen get to their classes

shes pretty loud and outspoken and she always says what shes thinking (she always gets in trouble for running her mouth off in class)

shes super bubbly and most people like her (this balances out evies quieter personality)

shes known evie since kindergarten and theyve been best friends since then

their families have practically adopted each other they live on the same street too

kathys an enfj + evies an isfp

enfj’s are kind of like natural teachers, they love seeing others grow and develop, theyre amazing communicators and see the potential in everyone

however, if when helping someone, they “fail”, it becomes a failure on her part, bc she feels like its her fault as a bad teacher her reasons for helping someone, may not always have good intentions behind it

she focuses on the bigger picture, like ideas and concepts, rather than the finer, smaller details

as an enfj, kathy excels at reading other people and assessing their body language and emotions, and being able to quickly mirror it kathy has inattentive adhd (she cant stop talking sometimes, and other times shes not able to say a word)

she can never sit down and focus, she gets bored far too easily kathys always up for adventure and trying new things bc of that shes also really funny in kind of a mean way w/o trying too hard (unlike twobit)

she has a boston accent bc her parents moved from boston and so did her brother, and growing up around them gave her that accent + its really hot so idc if it doesnt make sense

on that note, the rest of her family lives in boston

she loves roller skating and field hockey

shes definitely the captain of the girls field hockey team

her favorite bands are led zeppelin, fleetwood mac, and the rolling stones

shes the girlboss, evie is gatekeep and angela is gaslight

her relationship w twobit is pretty funny, like half the time hes trying to annoy her and shes getting her revenge, and the other half theyre inseparable (life isnt normal if u havent witnessed kathy try to kill two at least once)

(in modern times) when kathys sad twobit does a king julien impression of king julien wanting to peg mort and it gets her laughing every time

u know the hot fish from finding nemo, yeah kathy would think so too

modern kathy would also have a thing for cillian murphy, no i dont accept criticism

she has a healthy relationship w her parents, and her family life is actually super healthy (theyre poor but theyre happy)

sometimes she gets upset w them bc she feels like they’re constantly comparing her to her brother

her family also likes twobit, even if they disapprove of his alcoholic tendencies

she works part-time as a waitress at a diner after school

twobit and evie stop by a lot to see her

(thats actually how twobit and her met, he started to frequent the diner afterwards bc of the hot waitress, but when he actually talks to her, he finds himself laughing at all of her jokes and he asks her out and she says yes)

she does have other friends besides evie and twobit, but theyre the only ones that have never managed to bore her

shes amazing at doing eye makeup, shes always trying out new glittery eyeshadows

she has red heart shaped sunglasses she wears all the time

she says “bitchin” a lot

she had a phase where she wanted to learn how to play the electric guitar, and she still remembers how to play it so she practices from time to time

her favorite color’s baby pink + pale yellow

shes an amazing storyteller, she knows exactly how to keep u guessing and how to make a mundane event sound amazing

she’s also a libra bc i said so

her favorite season is summer, even tho it’s hard to wear jeans in summer

(her favorite thing to wear is jeans)

summers the best bc she gets to blast music super loud and no one says anything + she gets to go on road trips which she lovesss

she has almost weekly movie nights w soda, steve, two and evie, and angela comes along half the time

she and two always have a running commentary going on

she and evie have kinda taken angela under their wing since shes like a year younger than them

#kathy #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders hc #the outsiders kathy #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders headcanon #the outsiders head canon #kashaf ki likhai

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redrebecca · 6 years ago

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Swings

A story of a relationship that started in the old community park

Warning(s): Just fluff

A/N: This took me way too long to write and i’m tired and i want to sleep, Feedback is always appreciated, have a nice day!

Words: 5k

June 14, 1999

The park was empty as your mum pushed your pushchair underneath the arch the two oak trees made at the entrance. She slumped on the park bench, relieved that you had finally stopped screaming and had turned back into the gurgling, bubbly baby you normally were. The soothing sounds of the birds chirping and the simple beauty of the nature that surrounded the local play park was enough to relax any sleep deprived mother.

However, your mum jumped, startled, as someone sat on the bench next to her.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” came the worried voice from beside her. With a hand placed over her heart in attempt to calm her erratic breathing she replied

“Oh don’t worry about it, she’s kept me up all night so I’m a little out of it” she joked, gesturing to you in the pushchair, completely fascinated with a rattle that your mum had given you earlier.

“Well I’ve just had a struggle with Shawn trying to get him to eat his lunch, you should’ve seen the mess. Most of the food ended up on my top instead of going in his mouth!” The two mothers giggled, both having similar experiences with their kids.

During their conversation, Shawn had managed to shuffle close to the edge of his pushchair so he could see what you were playing with. When he noticed the bright red rattle in between your small hands, he squealed, gaining your focus. He made grabby hands towards the toy, thoroughly intrigued by the noises it made. You held the rattle out as far as your short arms would let you, finally managing to put it into the boys hands as your movements were uncoordinated and clumsy from your young age.

He let out a squeal at the noise the bright piece of plastic made when he shook it between his chubby hands. You giggled, clapping along, encouraging him to continue. Your parents watched in awe as you both ended up in fits of high pitched giggles and squeals, the occasional gurgle coming from your new friend.

When the clouds turned the sky grey and the wind grew bitter the two mothers decided to call it a day. They arranged to meet at the same time same place next week, weather dependant of course.

Little did they know what they had started.

October 25, 2002

You had pleaded and begged your mum to let you go to the park that evening. Your mum had been reluctant since you had just got back from your first day at pre-school and had thought that it would be best for you to have an early night. But no, during the day, Shawn and you had made a plan to meet at the park next to the swings and you couldn’t not go

Sure enough as you dragged your mum by the hand through the gate and under the oaks, you saw Shawn also dragging Karen. As soon as you saw his figure you had dropped your mums hand and were running as fast as your little legs would carry you.

However, you were so focused on your friend that you completely ignored the change in surface, tripping over the slightly elevated concrete slab and falling.

Instantly, you felt pain in your knees and the heels of your palms. Hot tears gathered in your eyes, before they began streaming down your reddening cheeks.

Shawn was the first to reach you, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back, just like his mother had done with him many times.

“My-my knees” you spluttered, chocked sobs leaving your lips. Shawn looked at your grazed knees then your eyes and then back at your knees before he leant down and placed a kiss on each one.

“Better?” he asked, a flicker of hope shone through the clouds of concern in his hazel eyes. He hated seeing is friend hurt and really wanted to make you feel better.

“A little bit” you managed to say between the sobs. You held up your index finger and thumb to indicate how much he had helped and offered him a watery grin, which he returned.

He held onto your hand, taking extra care not to squeeze where you had grazed.

“What have I told you about running?” Your mum said, crouching down and assessing your injuries, upon realising they were nothing that a band-aid couldn’t fix, she worked on soothing your cries. She rubbed calming circles onto your back.

“Do we need to go home?” She offered when you eventually stopped blubbering.

“No I’m fine” you said, making your voice as confident as you could as you tried to stand up. You soon realised that bending your knees hurt, a lot. Shawn quickly noticed this and stood up, taking your other and in his and carefully pulling you up to your feet.

“Sweetie if you can’t walk we can do this tomorrow instead” Karen assured you

“No mummy we only just got here” Shawn pleaded. He wanted to spend time with you, not go home. He looked around the playground for something that you could do. “Can we go on the swings? Y/N won’t have to walk” Shawn looks at Karen, who looks at your mum. She shrugs, I don’t see why not.

Once both secured in the baby swings, your parents start to push the two of you, slow at first before starting to push with more force as you and Shawn practically beg. By the end the two of you are giggling messes.

“See you at school tomorrow” Shawn says, wrapping his small arms around you.

“Bye bye Shawn” you say returning the hug before your mum tells you that you have to go.

March 2, 2012

School had been stressful today. Due dates and exam papers were piling up all of a sudden and everyone was stressed, not used to the pressure the education system was putting them under.

You somehow managed to walk to the park, wanting nothing more than to be in your bed. You opened the gate and passed under the familiar arch of the large trees, feeling more relaxed with every step you took. You didn’t know what it was but there was something about this park that made you calm, as if it removed all the weight off of your shoulders.

You saw him. He was sitting on the swing, gently pushing himself with his feet that were still planted on the ground. You walked past the baby swings (at your age there was no way you could fit in them) and perched on the swing next to Shawn.

“Hey” he smiled tiredly

“Hi” you replied, just as exhausted as him. You wrapped your arms around the chains of the swing, after all, you didn’t want to fall off.

“I don’t like school” You murmured, Shawn glanced at you, giving a nod of agreement before he looked back towards the empty field in front of him, watching the birds collect sticks for their nests.

“I hate Mrs Richardson” He replied, you stayed silent, waiting for him to explain. Surely enough a few seconds later “She gave me a detention and extra homework for forgetting my book”

“Yikes” you muttered. He let out a breathy chuckle

“Yikes? Really Y/N?” you rolled your eyes

“Sorry my head is just…” you trailed off, neither of you said anything, you had known each other long enough to know the end of that sentence, Shawn had always understood you.

You sat in comfortable silence. You both watched as a rabbit raced across from one grass verge to another. You both watched as a man walked across the field, his dog running backwards and forward in front of him. But you didn’t say anything, you didn’t need to really.

It was Shawn who cut through the silence

“Y/N?” He murmured

“Hmm” you replied, prompting him

“We’re gonna be best friends forever right?” You giggled at his request

“Didn’t you just make fun of me for saying ‘yikes’?” he laughed a little at that, nodding his head as if to say ‘fair enough’

“No but seriously, whatever happens, best friends?” He held his hand out you took it and sealed the deal with a handshake

“Best friends, no matter what”

June 26, 2014

“Bye mum!” you shouted before racing out of the front door. You quickly walked the route which at this point you were 100% certain you could walk with your eyes closed (you and Shawn had tried to test this when you were 12 but it ended up with him spraining his ankle. He swore that curb wasn’t there before). You were so excited. Shawn had released his song ‘Life of the Party’ and you were going to meet him in the park. You had even taken a minute to pick some flowers from the side of the pavement, trying your best to arrange them in some artistic way.

However when you opened the gate you noticed that your swing was pre-occupied and so was Shawn.

You backed out of the park, a horrible feeling in your chest as you began to walk home. You remembered then that your friend Hannah had told you at lunch that she had seen Shawn and Lauren together in town at the weekend, but you didn’t believe her. Why would you? You were sure that Shawn would tell you if he went on a date. But as soon as you saw them kissing on the swings, on you and Shawns swings, you let the realisation wash over you. That Shawn didn’t tell you.

You chucked the flowers over someones hedge, not really caring whos garden they were now scattered across, you just wanted to get home.

“Sweetie?” Your mum called as you solemnly trudged up the stairs towards your room, but you didn’t respond. You felt drained, and hurt – mainly hurt.

Later that night your phone pinged on your desk as you finished your physics homework.

Shawn: Hey where were you tonight? You left me allll by myself

You could tell he was trying to joke, and fair enough usually you would’ve laughed. But the text only made your heart hurt more- he wasn’t by himself, so why would he lie about it?

Sorry, I just didn’t feel good. Congrats on your song tho!

You replied, placing the phone face down on your desk. You rested your head in your hands and convinced yourself that the pain in your chest was because he lied, not anything else.

January 5, 2015

You were on the floor, back pressed against the cold metal pole of the frame of the swings. Your knees were pulled into your chest and you were sobbing your heart out. The reason? Jack, your boyfriend of 6 months had broken up with you, claiming he had feelings for someone else. You had been sat in the park kicking yourself for believing that a relationship at the age of 16 would work out. You just felt stupid, angry and distraught at the same time, and the fact that you were a hormonal teen was only adding fuel to the fire.

You were numb from head to toe. Unsure about whether it was the freezing winter wind or the overwhelming emotions that you were consumed with.

When you felt something land on your shoulders you flinched, so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Shawn approach.

“Hey, it’s just me. You looked cold so I brought a blanket” He offered from behind you. After he had wrapped the soft material around you he sat down next to you.

“You’ll never guess wha-“ He cut himself off with a gasp

“Oh my god Y/N” he whispered when he noticed the tears cascading down your cheeks, finally piecing together your position you were sitting in and the way you had been unusually quiet. Without even thinking he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a bear hug. His heart broke with yours as he felt your tears soak the thin material of the t-shirt he was wearing underneath his jacket. He nearly cried with you when he felt your hands clutch desperately at his top – he had never ever seen you so fragile in all of his life and he hated it with everything he was.

If it was anyone else, he would have cared about the makeup that was smeared across his shirt. But he didn’t, instead he kept rubbing soothing circles onto your back and whispering a stream of calming words into your ear. When your sobs turned into sniffles he pulled back slightly, just enough so he could look into your puffy, bloodshot eyes.

“What happened?” He whispered. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry again, he wasn’t worth it you repeated over and over again. It had been at least a minute since Shawn had asked, but he knew not to push you, to give you time to gather your thoughts.

“He broke up with me, b-because he liked Ru-Ruby more” You said. Despite your best efforts, your voice came out hoarse and raw. A fresh wave of tears flowed from the corners of your eyes. You felt his padded thumbs wipe them off your cheeks. He pulled you in for yet another hug, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“He doesn’t deserve you. Hell, he never did, y/n you’re so funny, smart, gorgeous, charismatic and way to friendly and trusting for your own good!” He felt himself blush slightly as he realised gorgeous had slipped from his lips, but didn’t go to correct himself, after all he meant it.

“Thanks Shawn” you murmured into his shoulder, slightly flustered as no one had ever said such nice things to you.

“You remember the last time when you were crying in this park?” He said, nudging you gently.

It took you a few moments to think back

“Oh yeh! When I grazed my knee and you kissed it better” You chuckled lightly at the thought of you and little Shawn. How the two of you were often labelled ‘partners in crime’ by your families.

“Need me to kiss anything better this time?” He joked. You thanked god that he couldn’t see the blush that was creeping up your neck and spreading across your neck – you were completely oblivious, however, to the redness of his face as even he was surprised at how forward his words were.

“Nothing for you to kiss better, I’m good. I promise” You also thanked the winter wind for letting you use the excuse of its bitterness for causing the red colour of your cheeks. You managed to wiggle yourself out of his firm hold and used the bar behind you to haul yourself up.

When he stretched out his hand, you grasped it with yours and tried to tug him up. Tried. He just sat there with a smug smile on your face as he watched you pull on his arm with all the force you could muster.

“Jesus Shawn what has Karen been feeding you?” You exclaimed. You stood with your hands on your hips, blanket from earlier draped over your shoulders and obviously out of breath.

He gasped jokingly and placed a hand over his heart.

“Are you calling me.. fat?” He feigned hurt, only making you roll your eyes. This caused him to break out in laughter. You spun around and started striding towards the gate. You weren’t mad, Shawn knew that too, but you knew he would follow you (and you were really cold). Sure enough only a few seconds later, before you had even made it to the trees, he had caught up with you. He announced his arrival by wrapping an arm around your blanket-covered shoulders.

He fell into step with you as you exited the park and tucked you further into his side as he felt you shiver.

When he had made sure you got home safely (he had actually taken you into your house, not leaving without saying hi to your mum of course) he turned back and walked back to his house, which he had already passed. During this time the thought of some boy dumping you and making you upset made him angry, he knew he could’ve prevented your heartbreak but yet he had let you go on that very first date with him. He should’ve told you that it wasn’t a good idea but instead when you asked for his opinion he was so shocked all he could say was “Go for it”.

Climbing the stairs to his room he couldn’t stop thinking that he knew he could treat you better. And with that wave of inspiration he rushed to his guitar which was abandoned in the middle of his floor, grabbed a pad of paper and a biro pen from his school pencil case and got to work.

April 20, 2017

It was 1 week until Shawn was due to start his tour. 7 days was all you had left with him until you wouldn’t see him again for goodness knows how long.

No matter what way you said it, your heart physically hurt at the thought of not being able to see your best friend (who you may or may not have realized you had a crush on) for months.

He had denied his parents request of going to the shops in Pickering for a day out with his parents. He had instead insisted that he was going to spend the day with you at the park, at first Karen had found this request strange, but after Manny filled her in on how Shawn had confessed his major crush on his best friend, she actually drove him there.

So there the two of you were, in complete silence, admiring the view in front of you, blissfully content in each other’s presence.

“Wanna see who can go the highest?” You offered. He glanced at you and nodded, smiling as you started to push yourself backwards with your legs, ready to start your light-hearted competition. He took a second longer, his eyes raked your figure as you positioned yourself to get as much momentum as you possibly could to start with, he had to force himself to look away and get in position.

You waited until he seemed ready counting down before you both started to swing. You let out a laugh of pure joy, enjoying the feeling of momentary weightlessness as you soared forwards. Shawn quickly joined until you were both unable to contain your happiness.

“Jump on 3?” He shouted over the billowing sound the air made as it rushed past your ears, you hadn’t noticed but he had slowed his swing down so now you were perfectly synchronised.

“3” You replied, adjusting your grip on the metal chain

“2” he counted, shuffling forward on his seat

“1!” you shouted, timing your jump perfectly – just as your swing reached its peak height. In your peripheral, you saw Shawn’s lanky figure leap off his seat. You both landed at the same time, giggles and laughs still bursting from the two of you as you went to sit on the park bench behind the swing set.

Eventually the laughter quietened down and all that was heard was heavy breathing and the sounds of birds chirping from the oak trees. You stared ahead, never noticing until that point just how many flowers had grown in the overgrown flower beds. You admired their vibrant colours that stood out from the greens and browns of the park, usually the only colour was the chipped red paint on the swings and the faded yellow of the structure surrounding the slide.

But Shawn wasn’t admiring the flowers, he hadn’t even spared them a glance. Instead he had his gaze directed on you. He payed close attention to detail, noticing the way your eyes sparkled with happiness, seeing how radiant you looked when the clouds parted and the sun shone on your skin. He was in so deep and he knew it. It dawned on him that this was the perfect moment, he didn’t give himself time to talk himself out of it, but instead focussed on what he felt for you. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath.

“Y/N?” You tore your gaze away from the flowers and turned towards him, not missing the way he visibly gulped.

“You alright?” You asked. He nodded, willing himself to stay calm. There was no way he was chickening out of this.

“Ok, so I know this is completely out of the blue and it’s probably a lot for you to take in but I need to get this off my chest because the next time I come to say it, I think it’ll be too late.” You nodded. You felt your heart rate begin to pick up. You mentally kicked yourself for watching too many rom-coms and getting your hopes up.

He inhaled again “So I’m going on tour and I won’t be able to see you and I can guarantee that if when I come back you will have a boyfriend because how could you not? So I need to ask you because if I don’t I’m certain I’ll never get this chance again ok?” You nodded again, urging him on, despite half of your body screaming at you and telling you that this isn’t what you think it is.

You noticed he was fidgeting with his hands, a nervous habit he had, so you reached forward and took his in yours, rubbing your thumbs over the back of his hands. This seemed to be the push he needed. “Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?” He asked, his eyes searching yours, desperate for any sign of agreement.

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to scream yes, but instead you were suddenly filled with insecurities and doubts. One boy had found better and left, what would stop Shawn from doing the same?

“Shawn I want to be, I really, really do. But what if you find a girl who you like more, what if you find someone who is better?” Your voice faded into a whisper. Shawn’s heart cracked as he realised that he had caused all your past insecurities to resurface.

“Stop” He said, his voice barely above a whisper

“You don’t see it do you Y/N?” you didn’t move, you couldn’t, you were frozen in place

“You’re perfect. So please,” he took a deep breath “please stop telling yourself that you aren’t” His face held a pained expression that you had never seen before.

“But Jack left, who’s to say you won’t leave too?” You wiped a stray tear before it ran down your cheek. You wanted to be stronger than this, you needed to be. And as frustrating as it as for Shawn, he could understand where you were coming from.

“I’m not an ass.” Shawn said, a poor attempt to try and lighten the mood. When your sleeve covered hand moved for a second time up to wipe a tear, he sighed.

“You know ‘Treat You Better’?” You hesitated for a second before nodding at his seemingly random question.

“I wrote that for you” He saw a flicker of something in your eyes. Hoping he had witnessed a break through, a small crack in your exterior, he pushed on.

“Every word I wrote in that song, I meant. Because I know I can treat you better, because I want to and because it’s what you deserve. And I think deep down, you know that to” He had never spoken such meaningful words in his life and he didn’t regret any of it.

This was all that you needed to hear. You desperately pulled him towards you and pressed your lips against his. He couldn’t hold back the moan that he let down when he tasted how sweet you tasted, like peach iced tea he got once from Starbucks in summer. His hands gripped your waist and yours ran through his hair.

When you finally pulled back for a breath of much needed air, you couldn’t stop the beaming smile that spread across your face - and by the looks of things - neither could Shawn.

“Yes” you replied. His eyebrows furrowed and confusion was apparent in his facial features.

“Yes I’ll be your girlfriend” and before you could react, he had placed his hands on your cheeks and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss.

April 20, 2020

“Ok, now I want you to put something on for me” Shawn said whilst leaning to get something from the backseat.

For your 3 year anniversary, Shawn had a surprise planned for you. However there were pros and cons to this. Pros: Shawn had planned t so you didn’t have to do anything. Cons: surprise.

You never had been a fan of surprises, you would rather know what was happening in a situation. But did Shawn listen to your consistent begs and bribes (some which were extremely tempting).

So here you were in his car staring at the piece of material he brandished in his right hand.

“I’m not wearing that” you blurted before he even managed to explain. He held his index finger up in the air and confidently said “You will because I said so” You rolled your eyes. You turned around slightly so he would be able to cover your eyes, but gave him no verbal response, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he had won. But of course Shawn knew what you were playing at and didn’t move a muscle.

“Just put it on Shawn” you grumbled, not happy that he had turned your tactic against you. He carefully wrapped the blindfold over your eyes, ensuring that there was no way you could see from underneath by carefully inspecting for any gaps. He knew damn well that you wouldn’t own up to being able to see out of it.

He continued the drive he knew well until he reached the parking spot. He quickly murmured a “Don’t you dare move” to you before opening his door and rushing round to the passenger side to open your door and help your sight-deprived self out of the car and safely onto the pavement.

Walking into the park he guided you carefully, making sure he notified you at even the slightest change in gradient.

Eventually he had you where he wanted you, and began to make the last minute arrangements to his plan.

“Not gonna lie Mendes but this is kinky” you announced, completely undeterred by your lack of vision in that moment. Shawn laughed at that, he shook his head at himself for even thinking that you could take this seriously.

He smoothed his clothes down and tried to calm his erratic heartbeat.

“You can take it off now” you heard. You reached behind you to untie the knot Shawn had carefully tied. When it came loose and dropped to the floor, the first thing you saw was the grassy field you had looked over for hours on end throughout your childhood, it still amazed you know as to how many memories flooded into your head from that one scene. You then noticed that Shawn wasn’t in front of you. You turned around, your lips parting in shock as you took in the freshly painted swing set, hand painted vines covered in brightly coloured flowers, just like the ones that grew in the flower beds this time of year, decorated the once paint chipped poles.

Your hands went up to cover your mouth as your eyes dropped to where Shawn was on one knee.

“Y/N” He started, a smile already on his face because of your reaction. “We’ve been together for 3 ears exactly but I’ve had the pleasure of knowing you for the most of my lfe. We’ve stuck with each other through the nappy stages, the temper tantrums, the awful haircuts and unfortunate brace faces” He gave you a pointed look, causing you to giggle from underneath your hands “And most importantly you’ve stuck by my side and supported me through my career through the ups and downs, you’ve dealt with the crazy fans and looked after me even when come home all tired and moody from the studio. I’m so lucky to say that you’ve always been in my life and I would be honoured if you let me spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Oh my god Shawn yes” You pulled him to his feet and kissed him passionately, which he eagerly reciprocated.

When you pulled away for breath you pressed your foreheads together. “I’m so glad you said yes” He whispered

“Me too” you murmured

“No seriously, my knee was hurting from kneeling and I needed to stand up” He grinned cheekily, you separated your foreheads and pushed at his chest, a loud laugh coming from him.

“You idiot, we were having a moment!” You cried, and despite your best efforts a giggle escaped you.

“We’ll have plenty of time for more moments Mrs Mendes” You smiled

“Mrs Mendes,” you said testing your future title “I love it”

“Oh thank god!” Shawn dramatically placed his tattooed hand over his heart. He quickly grabbed your hands before they could, once again, come into contact with his chest.

“Would my fiancée like to go on the swings?” He asked, smiling at you

“She would love that”

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rakdosbabe · 5 years ago

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Needing some help

I totally understand if you scroll right past this, but I am in need of some help. My name is Kelly and I am a bi nonbinary trans person in need of some help. I recently lost my job and I am trying to find a new one as fast as I can. My previous job put so much mental stress on me that I could no longer do it. (If you want to skip me talking about my last job and why I quit/ lost my job skip the next paragraph)

I worked at a call center esque (I worked from home tho) job where I answered the phones for people needing their landlines fixed. The company I worked for was horrible. On the daily I would have to answer calls from people who desprately need their landlines, read; elderly and disabled people, who were unfortunate enough to live in remote locations with no cell service so landline was all they had. These people could not call 911 and sometimes had pacemakers or life alert systems that work solely on the phone line. When it’s out they take out their anger and frustration on people like me. Now my company was terrible. They were awful at truly fixing anything and usually put a band-aid so a lot of the people I talked to were repeat callers. On top of all that usually it would take a week to two weeks to fix someones phone. Having to wait 2 weeks on something your life depends on is extremely stressful. So you can imagine these people were angry. and that was my job day in and day out. I had to de-escalate many angry people who basically just were fearing for their lives. I could not do it anymore. The very last call I took was a mother who lived in a rural place and had 2 very small children. One of them was very sick and she could need the doctor at any time. All they had was their landline, the mother was calling from a gas station miles from her house. Because her landline didnt work she could not call the ambulance. The best date I could offer for repair was 2 weeks away for a tech to come and fix the issue. She (understandably) screamed and yelled at me but there was nothing I could do. There is 0 protocol for emergency situations. I could not take the stress of thinking about if these people died or something because of the company I worked for. It made me physically sick; some days I would not be able to get out of bed because I felt nauseous from fear and anxiety. My depression also got so bad that I could not do anything that I enjoyed anymore. In recent months I neglected drawing, playing video games, or going outside, basically anything that used to give me joy this job sucked it out of me. I reached out to my HR manager to ask about resources or ways to manage what was happening to me. She had no recommendations other than find a new job.

I have been searching for a new work at home job for the past couple weeks but time and money are running short. Rent and utilities are due soon. I thought I had a new job opportunity, but they fucked up and sent me the wrong assessment, and since this was on indeed I have no way of contacting them back. (all of the emails I received from this job are from “no-reply” email addresses) so im back to the drawing board. I am constantly sending out applications and applying to anything and everything I qualify for with my experience from my last job. So if you have any recommendations of work at home jobs or can spare to donate my paypal is paypal.me/belenuspanda and my cashapp is $belenuspanda

Please reblog if able. Thank you to anyone who reaches out or donates!!

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ohhvlos · 5 years ago

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( ROCKY LYNCH, TWENTY-THREE, HE/THEY )┊SAMUEL “SAM” NOËLLE is the child of ANGELIQUE and they have ONE YOUNGER SIBLING. they seem to enjoy living in auradon. i’ve heard they’re known to be GENTLEMANLY + A PERFECTIONIST. we’ll be keeping an eye on them to see how they’ll write their own story. ( hylia ) // playlist , pinterest , to listen as you read.

welcome to bible study , we’re all children of JESUS ! hey howdy hey folks this is hylia back at again with another cinnamon roll , this time using the painfully underrated angel rocky lynch as an actual angel , sam. click to read more under the cut , and pls pls pls feel free to hit me up for plotting !!

BACKSTORY & BASICS

so this is gonna be relatively short bc frankly Sam’s a little boring so !!

Sam’s dad is an unknown man and Sam’s mom is Angelique, Prince Adam’s castle decorator. The little angel voiced by Bernadette Peters in the BATB Enchanted Christmas movie. And Sam was actually already born during the events of BATB - while his mom was changed into a Christmas angel, he was transformed into a cherub ornament. But he was a baby so he doesn’t remember anything related to it.

But he always had a love for the holidays since his mom’s position! And around the castle, where he grew up with her, he’d often help her and that stuff. Always would play with the other kids around the castle since - tiny squad, yk.

Yeah though he’d!! Grow up to serve Belle & Adam like his mother - especially in the context of being the next generation who’d follow Ben. He’d become a butler around the castle, but also due to his desire for helping people, he’d pursue medical schooling to act as the ‘nurse’ of the castle.

So yeah. Sam’s ur school nurse but. Castle nurse?? I guess???

He bounces back and forth between the castle and Auradon prep in terms of working - sort of doing the same thing around the prep school, acting as an assistant nurse but also a janitor if an extra one is needed. Bc he’s REALLY good at cleaning.

Also still helps out with decorating duties but that’s just a given I mean he’s ANGELIQUE’S BABY

PERSONALITY & FACTS

Basic facts - Sam is masculine non-binary but really doesn’t care what you call him, homoromantic homosexual, and 6′3 bc we love trees. He’s as angelic in personality as he is angelic appearance and I mean... look at him.

So essentially Sam is the perfect guy your average genuinely nice dude - he’s painfully polite and normally never seen to be angry, never complains if anyone asks him to do anything and also rarely turns down lending a hand to anyone.

....BUT, he has a bit of a perfectionist streak. Yes, Sam does not like to leave any flaws or any stone unturned in his work.

There is also his tendency to freak out of things don’t go his way. Not in the sense that he’s someone who throws a fit if you don’t do what he says - no, I mean that if there’s a plan and he agrees with it, he has to stick with it and if it doesn’t go exactly as planned he’ll lose his cool. He’ll stress himself out and think of EVERY WORST POSSIBLE OUTCOME if one thing is out of place. Like, if you’re going somewhere and you don’t follow the exact way to get there as it says on the map?? Sam can’t do it. No, he needs ORDER and structure.

So of course this means he’s a planner, extremely organized and great at doing things by the book. He just... needs to learn it’s okay to not do things by the book sometimes.]

But he is EXTREMELY kind and gentle and caring and enjoys taking care of other people!! He’s your mom friend, I said it. Mom friend. Always has gauze and band-aids in case someone gets hurt, sanitary appliances and stuff in case you need it, sewing needle and thread if you have an emergency rip, etc.

He grew up learning all the necessary homemaking essentials so he can cook, clean, sew, dress a wound - also knows how to play piano and violin but has an odd fear of pipe organs... wonder why.

One thing he does tho if he’s not busy and in the prep common areas, if there IS one he’ll play piano and it sounds. Heavenly.

Sometimes he sings too and lemme tell u... his voice...

yes that is rocky btw i fucking love that song to pIECES

He’s more than willing to give his heart away to anyone and this is both... a good thing and a bad thing.

Everyone says he might as well have actual angel wings and a halo and tbh that’s... so true.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Gimme some folks Sam mom-friends over!! Ppl who repeatedly keep coming to him w/ their issues and he just. Gives them his help or a shoulder to cry on with zero hesitation. Bc frankly, he’s like that.

Would love if he did this over some VKs that initially wouldn’t trust him but they slowly learn that he won’t harm them and they get. Comfy around him.

Bad influences. Ppl who wanna see such a gentle, sweet soul crash and burn for whatever reason.

Also people who see his kindness and want to take advantage of it for their own personal gain since it’s so fucking easy to do

u can break his heart, trick him into doing something, etc. etc.

IF HE GETS TRICKED INTO DOING SMTH FOR THE VILLAINS THATD B SO FUCKING WILD....

other kiddos of the batb servants bc uh again servant kiddo squad

unrequited crushes bc yk that shit fucks me up to absolutely no degree aaaaand knowing sam growing up he probably had a whole fucking lot

exes too bc uh why the fuck not

ppl who think the whole nice guy thing is fake. i mean. it’s not. but there’s always gonna be sb who THINKS it is so please fucking give it to me.

give! me! his younger! sib!

also this would have to be assessed later on with chemistry but pls! give! sam! a boyfriend! he’s the perfect boyfriend i promise u that!!!

lov if he had a boyfriend who was like. from the exact opposite side of the tracks n was the typical ‘bad boy’ bc that’s my fav dynamic esp bc sam is the cinnamon roll to end all cinnamon rolls

i’d love if there were ppl who had a big deep dark secret around auradon and sam came across it and they’d trust him with it and he’d hide it for them and all that stuff bc frankly again homie can’t say no

again @ my antagonistic muses just pls fcking use him for whatever give me the ANGST give me the DRAMA ,

annnd essentially i’m lightning mcdumbdumb and can’t think of anything else so !!

chances are if u like this i’ll message u for plotting but pls feel free to dm me here or on discord ( rocky lynch lovebot / hylia.#0329 - does it make sense now ) if u have any ideas u can’t wait to show me bc i wanna hear anything and everything !! love u all dearly my homies and stream x by the driver era xoxo

#bt rn i had to do it for best boy #cyrus'... will come tmr #* &. about )#wickedhqs:intro

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