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[vigilantejustice]

soon as the weather gets that nonspecific wintry nighttime feel my mood tanks in a very specific but inexplicable way :(

[orphicdreamers-wp]

It’s Not Christmas Without You— Quinn Hughes

Summary: Your seasonal depression gets the best of your relationship leading to an awkward Christmas

Content Warnings: Seasonal depression, panic & anxiety attacks, use of antidepressants, ocd, chemical imbalance, angsty hughes brothers

Pairing; Ex Gf! Reader x Quinn Hughes

September

You had never quite understood why your brain felt so hardwired to the point you couldn’t comprehend anything happening around you. It affected everything you did, but no one could put their finger on why sometimes things got to be much for you it brought you to tears. For the most part, your boyfriend Quinn tried to help you but when the weather in Vancouver shifted just as he’d been named captain. He just couldn’t do it anymore, he tried but it was draining him.

You sat cross legged in the center of Quinn’s living room, reorganizing his CD collection for the third time this week. Quinn sighed as he entered his apartment, coming home from a rough roadie, all he wanted was to take a scorching shower and talk to you while you guys laid in his bed watching a cheesy movie. He didn’t utter a word as he walked past to his room and dropped his stuff off before returning to his living room and letting out a sigh, “The CDS haven’t magically moved since Tuesday dollface.”

You ignored your boyfriend, again. Quinn blew out a breath he’d been holding in for god knows how long, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” He expected you to protest against him trying to break up with him, but you didn’t. Which somehow made Quinn more upset at the entire ordeal, “So your fine with just throwing away the last 6 years?” You kept quiet, knowing that if you dared to speak you would say something that you and Quinn couldn’t come back from. So you stayed silent as you stood up and slipped on your shoes and grabbed your coat and walked out of Quinn’s apartment and his life.

You returned to your shared loft with your friend Tess and finally let your composure fall. A wretched sob ripped through your chest as you leaned against the door and slid to sit against the wall. Tess hurried out of her bedroom and was at your side in seconds, “Oh honey. It’s okay.” You felt like someone was wrapping barbed wire around your throat, “I can’t, I just don’t know what’s wrong with me. Something isn’t right Tess.” Your breathing began to quicken as your chest tightened. Tess rubbed your back reassuringly, “I got you.” You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. Once you were calm you turned to Tess, “Quinn and I broke up. I think I need to go home and get help.” And that was exactly what you did.

You went back to Toronto and moved back into your childhood bedroom, went to a neurologist and found out that your brain had an insufficient amount of neurotransmitters which could play part in your moods. The doctor told you that you needed to boost your serotonin and dopamine levels and prescribed you antidepressants and referred you to a women’s mental health clinic. You noticed slowly that your mood became less negative and you were able to focus better. But you also noticed that you began to get thinner and no matter what you did it never seemed like you gained weight.

December

You were reluctant to go to the Hughes Christmas dinner, although Ellen had reassured you that you were more than welcome. You still had your bad days and didn’t know if being around Quinn would make you snap and you didn’t want to snap at him. So you told your mother you’d think about it but that she should go. Which she did. You mother and Ellen were in grossed in a conversation over linens when Luke finally mentioned you, “So I guess she really doesn’t have anything to say to you Quinn. She would never miss out on Dad’s meatballs.” Quinn shot his brother a glare as your mother spoke softly, “She’s just having a hard time right now, her meds are messing with her.” Ellen smiled solemnly, “How is she adjusting to her antidepressants?”

Quinn looked taken aback learning your on antidepressants now, “Is she okay?” Your mom smiled as she lifted her wine glass to her lips, “Her doctor told her she doesn’t have sufficient neurotransmitters and it’s a chemical imbalance in her brain that’s made her feel like this all these years. The doctor said there’s a good chance coupled with the harsh weather and seasonal depression that’s what made her feel so poorly. Nothing you could have done would have helped Quinn.” Jack rolled his eyes subtly, “So because she’s mentally not okay, we’re supposed to be fine with her destroying Quinn?” Ellen glared at her middle child, “Jack! If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say sit.”

You stared at the stack of wrapped gifts you had gotten for each member of the Hughes family. You sighed as you slid off the couch and pulled on a dark red sweater and some jeans and took the gifts to your car and made your way to the Hughes family home. You were unsure of what would happen when you walked in but you were facing your fears today. You rang the doorbell, not expecting Quinn to be on the other side of the door.

His eyes held an unreadable expression that you had grown to miss. You were almost positive that you had lost your voice when he spoke, “Hey.” You smiled, “Hi, you look uh great.” Quinn rubbed his neck as a deep blush rolled over his cheeks, “Thanks. You do too.” He took some of the gifts as you I walked inside the house and placed your gifts with the rest of the gifts under the tree. You slipped your coat off and hung it in the closet with the others. Quinn frowned ever so slightly when he took note of how the jeans that had once hugged your body in all the right places were loose on you and how you looked at him like you might break if you looked at him long enough.

Ellen’s voice rang out from the dining room, “Who was it honey?” You smiled warmly as you entered the dining room behind Quinn, “Hi.” Ellen’s eyes glimmered with excitement as she hopped up and pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “We’re so glad you could make it after all. Right guys?” The Hughes men muttered out agreements. You sat down at the only empty seat which, as the universe was punishing you, was directly across from Jack with Quinn sitting beside you. Conversation flowed between you and everyone besides Jack and Quinn.

Jack spoke up in condescending tone, “So Y/N what have you been up to since you and Quinn broke up?” Jack let out a groan as Quinn swiftly kicked him underneath the table. You felt your smile drop, “I moved back home like 3 days after. I’ve been getting a lot of help. Working on understanding my feelings.” Jack hummed, “Seeing anyone? You sure are slimming down.” You tensed as you drew in a deep breath, “Nope. Wouldn’t be fair to a poor guy. I’m still in love with someone and I’m not sure relationships are for me. But can we just talk about your game against the Red Wings? I mean I was on my seat the entire time.”

Jack’s smirk fell, “You still watch my games?” You shrugged, “I watched Trev kick your ass. I also watched Quinn hand the Sharks the biggest loss. I didn’t stop watching hockey because I got broken up with.” You melted into Quinn’s touch as he placed a hand on your thigh. He mouthed inaudibly, ‘Thank you’ Dinner ended and Ellen insisted on going straight to presents. You smiled warmly as Jack and Luke opened their gifts from you. You You played more into a joke with Jack. It was a shirt that read ‘Straight Outta The Penalty Box.’ Jack’s gift sent his brother’s into laughter while Jack sent you a playful eye roll, “Now I know she actually watches my games still.” Luke’s gift seemed to be more fitting for him, he opened the box and ran his fingers over the soft tie that was adorned with red hockey sticks, “Thank you.” You smiled as Quinn picked up his gift from you, “I didn’t know what to get you so with my luck you’ll probably hate it.”

Quinn opened the box and his eyes softened as he looked at the gift, “You remembered. Why would I hate this?” He pulled out the large cooling weighted blanket. You barely remembered him mentioning wanting one. Apparently your subconscious remembered. Quinn’s eyes softened as you began to tidy up the wrapping paper as everyone continued to open gifts.

Without being noticed Quinn slipped into his childhood bedroom and opened his bag and pulled out a small gift wrapped box. He slipped it into his pocket and returned to the living room. His eyes immediately were on you as you clasped a necklace around his mother’s neck. Soon enough all the gifts were opened and Quinn spoke warmly, “I actually have a gift for you Y/N.” Your eyes widened, “O-okay.” Quinn slipped the small box from his pocket and placed it in your hand. By the size alone you knew it was jewelry of some sort.

You opened the box and your eyes widened and swelled with tears, “You can’t. Not with how horrible I was to you.” Quinn shook his head, “No I can. I have loved you since I have known you. I don’t care if your going through the worst thing possible. I love you and I just wanna be there for you no matter what. For the rest of my life. I want to be your husband. Marry me.” Your eyes welled, “I don’t know if I can give you the life you want Quinn.” Quinn shook his head as he pulled you closer to him, which you didn’t think was humanly possible, “The life I want is waking up to you pressing your ice cold feet to my legs to warm them up, the life I want is holding your purse so you can stop and pet every stray cat you see. The life I want is anytime and everything as long as you are there. You are the one good thing in my life.” You sniffled, “Fine I’ll marry you.”

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, eventual Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA (rape), Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ content, Stalking, Possessiveness (let me know down below if there's more to be added, please and thank you)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain

A/n: Oh my gosh, I didn't think the first part would get so many hits already! Thank you so much for reading this current series! I've decided that this story is going to be my main focus and I'm putting the others on hold for now. Let me know in the comments below if you want to be added to the tag list. Also, keep in mind this story takes place in SCREAM 1996 (The Original) so some or a lot of the plot will be in it. Thank you :)

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Chapter 2

Monday, the first day of the week, the day that everyone dreaded. It meant the end of a great Weekend and the start of a long and exhausting forthcoming week ahead. 

You pulled into the driveway of Woodsboro High school, your ‘67 Chevy glistened in the sun’s light. You rolled the windows up, opened the door and stepped out, grabbing your bag in the process. 

Double clicking your keys’  button, your car beeped, indicating it was now locked.

The parking lot was littered with News Vans, Journalists and their Cameramen, along with police cars and Officers. You narrowed your eyes, confused, seeing all the commotion. 

“What the fu--” You uttered, cutting yourself off, seeing the auditorium sealed off. 

“(Y/n)! Over here!” You hear Tatum shout and you jerk your head in the direction.

“Hey, Tate..” You trailed, seeing Sidney next to her, “Hi, Sid..” You nodded, greeting them. “Do you two have any idea what is going on?” You asked, gesturing to everything around you.

Just as Tatum was about to answer, Gale Weathers, and her annoyingly pitched voice began talking. 

“The small town of Woodsboro, California, was devastated last night, when two young teenagers were found brutally murdered.” Gale took a breath before continuing her speech in front of her cameraman. “Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest has been made, and the murderer could strike again..” 

Your head was filled with questions, who were the students that were killed? What if you were the next victim? Why hasn’t the killer been found yet? 

You gulped and your face tinted pink from nerves. 

“Do you believe this shit?” Tatum suddenly spoke, jolting both you and Sidney from your thoughts. 

“Tatum what is going on?” You and Sidney both asked in unison. 

“I was going to answer earlier, but Gale seemed to have your attention more.” Tatum licked her lips, and adjusted her bag over her shoulder. The blonde glanced at you and Sidney, “Wait, so you really don’t know?” She asked, her eyes wide. 

“Yeah, no shit, why else would I be asking?” You rolled your eyes, sarcasm evident in your voice. 

“Okay, okay…” Tatum mumbled, “Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night.” 

“What?” Sidney began, “No way…” You finished Sidney’s sentence for her. 

“And we’re not just talking killed. We’re talking splatter-movie killed.” Tatum made hand motions and began walking, you and Sidney followed her lead. 

“Ripped open from end to end.” The blonde looked at you, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“Casey Becker, she sits next to me in English.” Sidney gasped.

“Her boyfriend, Steve Orth, sat next to me in Drama..” You frowned, looking at Sidney. 

“Well, not anymore…” Tatum sputtered. 

“Ugh, that’s too bad…” You sighed, rubbing the back of your head.

“It’s so sad…” Tatum looked at the ground, kicking at a stone in her way. “Her mom and dad, they found her hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside…” Tatum placed her hands behind her back, rubbing the soles of her arm. “And Steve, God, he was found bound to a chair and his stomach ripped open..” 

“Oh, my God..” You groaned, sadness lingering in your voice. “Do they know who did it?” You asked, side-eyeing Tatum.

“They have no idea. They’re fuckin’ clueless.” 

You, Tatum and Sidney walked up the school’s steps. 

“They’re interrogating the entire school…” Tatum exhaled before listing off people, “Teachers, students, janitors--”

You butted in, “They think it’s school related?” You raised a brow, gripping the side of your arm, nails digging into your flesh. The anxiety of it all, started building up in the pit of your stomach. You felt nauseous.

Tatum stopped in front of you and Sidney, “They don’t know…” Tatum glanced into your hues before looking at Sidney, “I mean, Dewey was saying this is the worst crime they’ve seen in years. Even worse then--”

“Tate…” You warned, gesturing for her to choose her words carefully when speaking to Sidney. Yes, you may not like Sidney as much, but she doesn’t deserve to be reminded of her mother’s rape and murder. 

The bell rings, signaling the start of class, making the conversation dwindle. 

Tatum sighed, jabbing her two index fingers together, out of nervousness. “Well.. It’s bad.” 

--

You tapped your pencil against your desk, staring beside you. 

Little do your friends know, Steve was also your ex-boyfriend. After you guys had a falling out, he had left you for Casey. You didn’t want to suffer the embarrassment of anyone knowing you were the dumpee and not the dumper, plus, he was secretly seeing you while he was in another relationship before Becker. You didn’t want anyone to judge you for it. You felt guilty as is, but the way he was able to charm you with his words and physical touch, you couldn’t help yourself, but keep going for more. However, as far as anyone else knows, you guys were just close friends.

You moaned, letting your head droop, “Jesus…” You whispered, drumming your fingers, trying to settle the sick feeling in your gut. 

“(Y/n) (L/n), it would appear to be your turn.” The teacher said, looking at you, and the rest of the class turned their heads to meet your gaze.

You nodded, looking one last time at the empty desk next to you, where Steve used to sit. 

You grabbed your books, pencil case and water bottle, shoving them quickly into your bag. 

--

“Who’s up next?” The principal asked.

“Um, (Y/n) (l/n)..” Dewey looked over his papers.

“Wait, wasn’t she the one who found Maureen Prescott last year--” The principal began, but stopped, seeing you in the doorway. 

“Ah, (Y/n). How have you been?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m okay.” You smiled half-heartedly, sitting down on the blue-cushioned chair. 

“Hi, (Y/n)..” 

“Hello, Sheriff Burke, Dewey…” You inhaled, feeling the nerves begin to rile back up. You tapped your foot off the ground, shaking your leg, feeling your hands sweat.

“Uh, that’s Deputy Riley today, (Nickname).” Dewey winked. 

“How is Everything?” Sheriff Burke looked you over, seeing how anxious you were. 

“Um, could be better…” You mumbled, looking down. 

“Huh, why’s that?” Burke leaned forward. You sank in your chair, feeling rather intimidated. 

“Look, we’re gonna keep this very brief, (Y/n), alright?” The principal placed a broad hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “The police just want to ask you a few questions, okay?” 

You nodded. 

“(Y/n), were you very close to Steve Orth?”

‘Shit..’ You thought. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I was…” You wiped your hands off your jeans, trying to dry them off.

“How close?” Burke, scribbled down on his board, awaiting your answer.

You gulped, looking at Dewey, silently praying he’d step in, seeing how apprehensive you were, but he wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t, he was doing his job.

“We dated…” You started, “Last year for a couple months…” 

“How come the relationship ended?” 

“Uh, we--, um, we had a falling out.” 

“What type?” 

“Jesus--” You groaned, rubbing your thighs with your hands, “He was seeing me behind his then girlfriend's back, we slept together a few times, okay?” You came clean, “He wanted it to end, but I didn’t, but he ended up leaving anyway, leaving for Casey. That’s it, I swear.” You teared up, “I feel so bad about the whole situation as it is, poor Brooke, she didn’t know anything, but he left both of us for Casey..” You placed your hands over your face as quiet sobs escaped your lips. “Am I in trouble?” You peaked through the creases of your fingers, a blush forming across your face. 

“For having an affair with him? No, of course not, but that does move you on top of my suspect list.” 

You whined, misery coating your mind, “Why? I didn’t kill him..” You uttered, wiping your nose with your light-blue sleeve. “I was hurt, but that doesn’t mean I’d kill him for being scorned…” You trailed, meeting Sheriff Burke's eyes. “I couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a human being…” 

“Uh, Sheriff?” Dewey stepped in, “I mean, she’s right, there’s no way she could do something like that.” Dewey glanced at you. 

The Sheriff sighed, “We just have to ask you a few extra questions, that’s it.. I didn’t mean to frighten you like that, I should’ve worded it differently. It’s only because you were close with him, you were his mistress at one point, so it’s somewhat suspicious.” He rubbed his chin, “Mistress was upset by Steve breaking relations off, so Mistress sets a plan for revenge. You catch my drift?” He looked at you, and you slouched.

“Yeah..” Was all you could muster out, you sniffled, hugging yourself, waiting for more questions to be asked. “Alright, let’s get this over with…” 

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[katz-rambles]

May I request some Vander x masc reader where one is taking care of the other who is sick? It can be either the reader or Vander who is feeling under the weather, or maybe both (As soon as one gets better the other gets sick)

bonus points for both having really loud dad sneezes

Ahhh!! Yes! I love Vander, smm!

This is a short, fluffy drabble, so I hope you enjoy, Anon!

(fluff, gn!reader, I think this is it.)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

This sucks. It's the only way you can think to explain it. One day you're fine and then the next you're coughing so hard you're convinced you might cough up a lung, you were rudely woken up by the feeling of a sore throat and a horrible fever. The day couldn't possibly get any worse.

When you reach over to wrap your arm around Vander, you're met with a cold and empty side of the bed. So you trudge your way out of your shared room in hopes of finding him.

The whole place is strangely quiet, there's no creak of the floorboards indicating anybody but you is there, but you decide to keep on looking, they couldn't have just disappeared.

You're ripped from your thoughts and worries when you hear a little voice, “boo!” Powder is looking up at you, holding a monster plush with its arms out, and you play along by screaming and pretending to be attacked by it. Hearing Powder giggle between roars had you forgetting about how horrible you feel.

“There you are, love,” you turn to see Vander standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. Powder runs off somewhere, and Vander leans into kissing you, and you put your hand in the middle first. “I can't, I'm sick.” You sigh, and he chuckles and picks you up.

“Then what are you doing up?” He laughs and carries you back to your shared room and places you back in the bed. “You weren't there when I woke up,” you lay down, relishing in the comforting feeling of the bed, “so I went to go find you.” He groans and presses the back of his hand to your forehead and then replaces his hand with his lips. He leaves the room, and in a few minutes, he comes back with a damp cloth and a cup of water and places it down on the nightstand. The cloth is cool, and you almost immediately feel the difference. He then grabs a bottle of pills from his pocket and grabs a couple, some cold and flu medicine he picked up somewhere.

The bed dips beside you as Vander pulls you closer to his chest and kisses the crown of your head, “rest, you'll need it.” You smile and relax in his hold.

A knock on the door has you jumping in his arms, a soft chuckle escapes Vander, and you nudge him with your elbow, shooting him a glare. Soon after the door opens and Powder and Violet stand at the doorway, Powder holds a bowl of what looks to be, soup, and Violet a cup of tea. They both move inside the room and place it down on the nightstand, Powder climbs onto the bed and hugs your waist, resting her head on your chest while Violet climbs on the other side and rests on Vander.

Maybe being sick isn't so bad if it means you can lay here with them. The silence is nice and calm. You all lay together, cuddled close. Then the silence is interrupted, not by anyone, but by the sound of Vander sneezing, one that has Powder shrieking, and you yelping. Soon after, you find yourself propping yourself up and letting out a sneeze that, you're sure, topside could hear. Violet laughs, and you groan, laying back down. Maybe it isn't perfect, but it's enough for all of you.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 27 – NO POWERS

This Love I Hold True by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,219 Tags: Marriage Proposal, College AU, Pre-Serum Steve

Summary: Tony and Steve have known and loved each other for years, and now it's time to make it official.

Reasons why I love it: I never knew that I needed to see Steve ripping into Howard like that, but boy howdy, it's so satisfying. I love both Steve's and Tony's perspectives in this, and the proposal scene just feels perfect for them. This fic is absolutely lovely, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

He Blinded Me With Science by youcancallmearrow

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 9,220 Tags: Office AU, Found Family, Fluff

Summary: The Security Admin Department at Stark Industries has a point system in place to pass the time. +10 points for tagging management with a "Kick Me" post it note +10 points for paging a punny fake name over the office intercom without getting caught +10 points for stealing any office supplies off Clint's desk and returning it in jello +20 points for making Steve swear It's a good thing productivity isn't in the job description.

Reasons why I love it: This is the kind of Avengers team I love to see! They're giving family vibes left and right, and I love how they basically adopt Tony and Bruce instantly. And the Stony in this one is cute as hell, plus I'm giving extra points for morally upstanding decision-making regarding workplace romances. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

The weather outside is frightful by BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,552 Tags: A/B/O, Snowed In, Courtship

Summary: “I can’t believe this!” Steve paused, his hand hovering over the piece of firewood. Was that—? “Of all the idiotic, selfish—“ The last of the words were cut off by the wind, but that was definitely a voice. Steve frowned. The voice was too clear to be coming from a truck or a car, which meant they must be on foot. He looked at the heavy fall of the snow. No one should be out in this. Or, Tony is an omega in distress, and Steve is just the alpha-in-shining armour he needs.

Reasons why I love it: Yeees, give me all the mountain man Steve! Neb always writes fantastic A/B/O settings, and this one is no exception! I love how respectful Steve is, especially in contrast with Ty, that weasely ass. And Tony is adorable, as usual. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too, so I hope you give it a shot!

When Love Comes Knocking (You Out) by itsallAvengers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 8,591 Tags: Meet-Ugly, Parent Tony, Misunderstandings

Summary: Steve really just wanted to buy some goddamn groceries. Instead, he tries to help a kid who's managed to get lost in a Walmart parking lot and ends up being punched in the face by his irate and panicked father. Surprisingly, this doesn't turn out as badly as it sounds.

Reasons why I love it: Oh Steve, in today's day and age you should've known what was coming to you. I love this entire premise, and protective single dad Tony is always a treat. Also love the bad boy vibes Steve is giving off throughout the whole thing, it's a really cool take on his character in modern times. This fic is fantastic, and you should definitely read it!

What Could've Been by itsallAvengers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 11,047 Tags: Canon Divergence, Palladium Poisoning, Service Top Steve

Summary: So. Tony's dying. Palladium poisoning is a shitty, painful way to go, but hey: at least it's his birthday party, right? A cool send off. Lots of alcohol and fun and girls and- ...And all Tony wants is Steve Rogers, the stupid Art Professor who used Tony for a booty call now and again and whom Tony had stupidly decided to start falling in love with. Whilst in the middle of getting slowly poisoned to death. God, he wished his life was easier.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so sad and so beautiful at the same time. All the little signs of how much they care for each other just make my heart melt. I love Steve's reaction to seeing Tony's chest for the first time, and the dialogue throughout the entire fic is incredible. Definitely check this one out, it's so good!

[unicornbeck]

RIP Richard Simmons.

Many years ago, my dad died quite suddenly of an asthma attack. He had bad hay fever, and he thought he’d get in one last mow before the weather turned really cold. He had run out of his inhaler, a fact which he didn’t realize until 11:30 at night. My mom went out to the all-night pharmacy to pick up a refill. My dad realized how bad it was, called 911, and started the shower to see if the steam could open his airways at all. He opened the door to the paramedics and collapsed. He never woke up.

He had just turned 34.

My mom, 32, returned to an ambulance flashing in front of the house. My sister, a year and a half old, and I, almost 7, slept through it all.

I woke the next morning to my mom, sitting on my bed. She had to tell me what had happened. That pa was dead and not coming back.

We stayed home, stayed inside, all day. My mom was shut away in her room, taking care of my tiny sister as needed, but otherwise mostly unreachable. The boredom and restlessness of that day are with me still, the shock of the way the world continued to exist, innocently, as if nothing had happened. My dad didn’t come home from the train. The sun went down, and time dragged on.

There are two years of my life that I just… don’t remember. I remember school, but not much else.

My mom was a zombie for a long time. She couldn’t cuddle or hug very much. She met all of our most basic needs, but it wasn’t living.

One day, she was sitting in the family room with the TV on mostly because that’s what you do. Richard Simmons came on. He was upbeat and encouraging, and so genuinely kind. He was funny and cheerful and so real. He was surrounded by ordinary women and men, with ordinary bodies. He called to my mom and told her to get off the couch and join them. And for the first time in 2 years, my mom began to breathe.

She credits Mr. Simmons with saving her life, and for the rest of my days, I will never forget what he did for her, and for our family. I love you, Mr. Simmons, wherever you are. Thank you for being the amazing person you were/are. There are no bounds to my gratitude. Peace.

Hail the traveler. 💗

[daegutowns]

seventeen as mean girls, a concept

i just think seventeen has enough flair and drama to be pulling off the entire cast of the mean girls movie

BSS as the plastics

seungkwan: regina george. he has all the flair and he wants all the drama. that’s HIS burn book! he fits the description perfectly, since he’s fabulous but evil.

“get in loser. we’re going shopping.”

also the idea that seungkwan would be the person to

“you can take that fake apology, and shove it right up your hairy—“ [gets hit by a bus]

it just fits

hoshi: gretchen. his dad invented toaster strudel. tiger flavor. doesn’t even have to make sense bc he’s so rich. hoshi’s hair is so big bc it’s full of secrets

“gretchen, stop trying to make horanghae fetch happen. it’s not going to happen!”

deekay: karen. who else would hold their boobs and tell the weather??? *holds* it’s sunny. and it works every time. it’s like he has espn or something

“do you wanna do something fun? do you wanna go to taco bell?”

honestly cady would probably be dino, but the possibly of vernon being cady is just too funny to pass up.

vernon: im from africa

deekay: so if ur from africa… then why are u white

hoshi: oh my god dk… u can’t just ask people why they’re white

vernon: cady. a very funny twist on the new girl from africa. like wdym you don’t wear a whole zombie bride costume to the slutty halloween party?

the only thing historically accurate about dino being cady would be the beef between her and regina (seungkwan), but that’s just semantics

(plus the comedic value of having vernon as cady far outweighs the realistic plot benefits of dino as cady)

jeonghan: regina’s mom. “you’re doing great sweetie!” like who else would encourage all of seungkwan’s bad habits so naturally? just one camcorder video at a time… also gets his tits chewed off by a chihuahua #rip

joshua: aaron samuels. absolutely heartthrob. aaron literally is just smart and sporty but also lives with his mom and spends most of his time helping her at home. this is literally just josh. our fav church oppa

jun: janis. just the chic cool vibes. just like a very cute and lovely janis. also lesbian

mingyu: damian. too gay to function? yeah, that’s him. he will never defeat the gay allegations. and he wants his pink shirt back!!! he wants his pink shirt back!!!!!!

seungcheol: glen coco. just received 4 candy canes from santa!damian (mingyu) for doing absolutely nothing. you go glen coco!

also seungcheol: ms. norbury — but only because he would probably escalate the situation instead of diffusing it.

woozi: mr. duvall (the principal) bc his main trait is having a crush on ms. norbury and being anti-slut/whore-shaming. also has carpal tunnel syndrome??? so on-brand

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more but just for shits and giggles:

also mingyu: jason. bc ofc he and gretchen (hoshi) would have a rocky relationship

mingyu: is your muffin buttered?

vernon: what

mingyu: would u like us to assign someone that will butter your biscuit

vernon: my what.

seungkwan: is he bothering you? mingyu why are you such a skeez?

hoshi: you were supposed to call me last night

bc the mingyu x hoshi beef will still continue into the mean girls universe

minghao as the lady who tells regina (seungkwan) her dress doesn’t fit and she needs to go to a different store → “u should try sears☺️”

wonwoo as regina’s dad that comes out only once and it’s him crying at regina’s halloween costume

dino as the bus driver that hits regina george (seungkwan)

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everything about this to me is so funny

[wosoimagines]

So That’s The Secret - Tierna Davidson/Reader

prompt: R and Tierna visit family in a different state. R has to cop up a tree cuz winter is coming and her family live in like a cabin or something. And Tierna is ✨gay✨ and loves watch her chop wood

warnings: none

words: 1182

(Y/N) POV

“I can’t believe you grew up here,” Tierna said.

I grinned at that as Tierna climbed under the blanket with me. We were laying on the couch watch some of the soccer matches that were on the TV.

“Wait until you find out that we built it ourselves.”

“You built this?” Tierna asked. 

She was glancing around at the walls.

“Don’t worry, it won’t fall down,” I assured her. Tierna turned to glare at that. “Yeah, we built the house together as a family. We had always lived out here, but when I was a kid we built the house. It’s kind of like a tradition. I mean, Mom and Dad built their first house together when they got married.”

“You guys really do go all out and live off the land, huh?” 

“Yeah, sometimes. I mean, we don’t really grow our own crops or raise our own animals, but we do go hunting and we often use what’s around us,” I said. Tierna only stared up at me. “I mean, Dad has been building houses since he was a teenager with Grandpa. I used to work with him was I could.”

“Is that the secret as to why you’re in such good shape?”

“Are you guys still trying to figure that out?”

“Babe, there is no way that you are that ripped.”

“I’m not that ripped.”

“You really are,” Tierna said. I shook my head at that as I settled back into the couch again. “Ali wants to know the secret so she can make Ash do it.”

“Of course she does,” I said as I rolled my eyes at that. “It gets pretty cold here, so maybe I’ll show you.”

“I don’t understand how it feels so much colder here than in Chicago,” Tierna said before she looked up at me. “Are you not cold?”

“I come back usually during the off season and I lived here growing up, so I’m kind of used to it,” I shrugged. It really didn’t bother me which was why I often was found training in shorts and t-shirts even during winter. “You get used to it eventually.”

“Not really sure I want to get used to it.”

“So the Colorado cold is getting to you?” I asked as Tierna pulled herself closer to me. “We can always build a fire, you know? My parents won’t mind.”

“If you don’t need it, then neither do I,” Tierna said. 

I shook my head at her. I really didn’t mind building a fire for her since I knew how cold it could feel. 

“Darling, I really don’t mind make a fire for you. I don’t want you to get sick,” I said softly. This trip really meant a lot for both of us. “I would hate for you to have to spend most of your time while we’re here feeling bad.”

“But you’ll have to chop wood. I heard your dad talking about how he needed to do that today,” Tierna grumbled as she buried her head into the crook of my neck. “It’s freezing outside.”

I gave a small chuckle at that. I had been chopping wood for years now. It was honestly part of my secret of how I had built so much of my muscle.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been chopping wood since I was a teenager. I’ll go chop some wood and I’ll be right back,” I said. I gave Tierna a small nudge so I could get up. “Why don’t you have a cup of hot cocoa while I chop the wood?”

Tierna whined as I stood up but she stood up as well. I wasn’t surprised when she took my suggestion and headed toward the kitchen. I grabbed a jacket before heading outside. I picked up quite a few of the logs before laying them close to the chopping block that we had. I peeled my jacket off before I grabbed the axe.

“You’re really going to chop wood in this weather without a jacket on?” I looked up to see Tierna standing on the porch wrapped up in a thick jacket with a mug of hot cocoa in her hands. “And you were worried about me getting sick?”

“I find it too restricting for me personally,” I shrugged.

With that I got to chopping the wood. I didn’t pay too much attention to Tierna as I kept my focus on making sure I was splitting the wood and not myself.

But I did want to give Tierna a show as I picked up one of the pieces that I had partially split to pull it apart with my hands. I sent her a grin and a wink when I realized that she had her phone out and she was recording me.

“Now that’s the secret.”

Tierna, however, probably wasn’t paying as much attention to what I was saying and her jaw was opened slightly at the display. I smirked to myself before turning back to chop the wood.

It hadn’t taken me much longer to finish chopping up the wood. I noticed that Tierna was headed back inside as I was placing all of the wood I had chopped into the log tote I brought out with me. Once I had the wood situated, I pulled my jacket back on before carrying the log tote in with me.

I placed the wood near the fireplace before I worked on building the fire. Once I had the fire built, I pulled my jacket off again as I turned around. Tierna was already sitting on the couch under the blanket again. This time she held two mugs of hot cocoa. I grinned as I settled back down into the couch and Tierna laid back onto my chest.

I was a little surprised when my phone lit up next to the couch. I reached out to pick it up before opening up snapchat as I had very obviously been tagged in something by Tierna.

I wasn’t too surprised by the videos and pictures Tierna had posted of me from being outside. It was the comments though that had me blushing though. A lot from our fans whether it was fans of the national team or the Chicago Red Stars. But there were also comments from our teammates too. One caught my eye.

alikrieger: So that’s the secret?

I chuckled at that and I had to admit that I felt a little bad for Ash as I was sure that Ali would probably try to get her to chop some wood.

“You know, one day I would love to build a house like this with you,” Tierna said. I looked down at her with a smile. I couldn’t lie and say that I hadn’t thought about building my own house with Tierna one day. “I wouldn’t even complain about living out here in Colorado if we did.”

“Let me guess, you would want me to chop all the wood.”

Tierna only sent me a grin as she shrugged before she turned back to the soccer match that was currently on the TV.

[delioncourtes]

when noah kahan said "if the sun don't rise till the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. oh, i was raised on little light" and when he said "i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad that i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad" and when he said "my house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. the eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth. so when they mention the sad kid in the sad house on balch street, you won't have to guess who they're speaking about" and when he said "i was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad" and when he said "my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it" and when he said "someday i’m gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "no thing so sure that i can't learn to doubt it" and when he said "i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart. i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them, but it's a start" and when he said "at the end of the day, i know there are worse ways to stay alive" and when he said "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and when he said "i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high. spent my savings at a lulu, now i'm suffering in style. why is pain so damn impatient? ain't like it's got a place to be. keeps rushing me" and when he said "if all my life was wasted, i don't mind, i'll watch it go. yeah, it's better to die numb than feel it all" and when he said "i drink till i drown and i smoke till i'm burning" and when he said "collect every dream in these old empty pockets, in hope that i'll need them someday"

and when he said "it's an ode to the hole that i found myself stuck in, a song for the grave that i dug" and when he said "i only tell the truth when i'm sure that i'm lying" and when he said "i would leave if only i could find a reason. i'm mean because i grew up in new england. i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them. spend the rest of my life with what could have been, and i will die in the house that i grew up in. i'm homesick" and when he said "it only falls into place when you're falling to pieces" and when he said "the whole place is quiet. you miss something that you can't place but you can't deny it. don't know whether you want a place in the coast or the country. you can't stay here, it's hard to face and it feels too ugly. you light a fire inside, let it burn" and when he said "with a past box of photos i rip myself open" and when he said "feel the rush of my blood, i'm seventeen again. i am not scared of death, i've got dreams again" and when he said "a minute from home, but i feel so far from it. the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin. it's all washing over me, i'm angry again. the things that i lost here, the people i knew, they got me surrounded for a mile or two" and when he said "my medicine is drowning your perspective out, so i ain't taking any fault" and when he said "i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown in the name of someone i no longer know. for the shame of being young, drunk and alone"

and when he said "'son, are you a danger to yourself?' well, fuck that, sir, just let me call. i'll give you my blood alcohol, i'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. i'll change my faith, i'll kiss the badge. just wait, i swear she'll call me back. 'son, why do you do this to yourself?'" and when he said "i'll turn up the music and i'll forget until it ends that i'm not ready to let go yet" and when he said "i'm in my car and i see the yard, the patch of grass where we buried the dog. and the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence. if i could leave, i would've already left" and when he said "i thought i had something, and that's the same as having something. i get mad at nothing, blame my dad for something. i pull no punches, then feel bad for months. thought i was raised better. tried to fake better, tried to blame weather and escape better. hope the skin heals where the pain enters" and when he said "i saw the end, it looks just like the middle. got a paper and pen and a page with no space. i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication, then forgot how to cry. who am i to complain? and now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different and evades vision. makes the rain different, makes the news boring and my rage distant. yes, i'm young and living dreams, in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen. but i can finally eat and i can fall asleep. it's fine, fine, fine" and when he said "medicate, meditate, swear your soul to jesus. throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason" and when he said "we spent so long just getting by. that's the thing about survival. who the hell, who the hell likes living just to die?"

[aanoia]

Can I also have pancakes for dinner with James 🥺🥺

Ofc anything for u bae <3

Pancakes for Dinner

James Potter x reader words; 1,859 song; Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine warnings; heavy anxiety omg, plane crash-ish? yall let me tell you. i had such a scare, my mom had to call an ambulance and go to the hospital and i fr have watched too much greys anatomy bc my first thought was oh she's gonna die. like ik how simple freaking back procedures can result in becoming brain dead. is that crazy? doesn't matter bc shes okay now :) if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. bold is the letter, and yes the lyrics are the letter partly :) ENJOY

Don't wanna be forward

Don't wanna cross a line

“I can’t believe you’re leaving!” Lily whined, wrapping her arms around my waist tightly. 

“I’ll be gone for two weeks, Lils.” I said with a soft smile. 

“Two weeks is a lot, I agree with Lily.” Sirius said, walking up to us and giving me a hug as well. “I’ll miss you, I guess.” He teased and I pinched his arm before locking eyes with my best friend, James Potter.

We said nothing as he threw his arms around me, “Only two weeks?”

I nodded, “Only two.”

But if I were to crash in this plane tonight

I'd want you to know this

“What happened?” I asked my mom as we were heading towards our gate in the airport.

“Apparently a plane going out malfunctioned and crashed to the ground. Thankfully they hadn’t gotten very high up in the air so everyone survived, but that’s still scary.” She explained and my breath hitched. 

“How much time do we have until we need to board?”

“Two hours, your dad wanted to be early.” 

I nodded as she sat down on the waiting chairs, “I’m gonna go to the desk over there, is that okay?” She nodded as she pulled out her book and began reading.

Don't wanna say too much

Intrude on your space

I pondered for a minute, an empty piece of paper in front of me and a muggle pen I stole from our hotel in my hand. I didn't want to be too forward about my feelings to James, but I didn’t want to get in a crash and not be able to say them at all. Better safe than sorry?

Don't wanna say too much

Intrude on your space

Dear James,

I’d like to start this letter off by saying a plane leaving the airport, not even two hours before mine, has gone down. As far as I know, there were no fatalities. The plane wasn’t high enough in the air to do any fatal damage to anyone once it went down. It does not, however, relieve the fear I feel boarding a plane, instead it only adds fuel to the fire.

Oh, and to tell you is too scary

So I'll just say something else

I need to confess my secrets to you, in case something happens and I can’t anymore. This scares me more than the chance of a plane crash does, but I can’t die without you knowing. I’ll be using a special method of getting this letter to you, so you receive it almost the moment I send it. That is, if Dumbledore taught it to me well.

And I wish that you could hear me

When I talk to myself

You’re my best friend, you’re the most important thing ever to me. You make all the bad feel okay, and the good feel even better. You’re always there for me, whether I’m being an absolute bitch to you or sobbing my eyes out, you’re right there with me. You mean the world to me, James. But I cannot stand the term best friend. Everytime you say it, it's like a punch in the gut.

But this plane might not land safely

So, what the hell do I have to lose

If I just tell you?

I need you to know, James, that-

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner

I wanna get stuck in your head

“James, a letter is on the table for you. I believe it’s from Y/n!” James’ mother called and he raced down the stairs.

“Y/n sent a letter?” He asked, his eyes flitting to the table and landing on a white envelope. He smiled excitedly and grabbed the letter, ripping it open and reading the words.

I wanna watch a T.V. show together

And when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed

His smile dropped as he read about the crash, immediate worry filling his body as a pit settled in his stomach. His throat closed up, as if he was about to cry and he shook his head.

“What is it, Jamie?” His mom asked, worry on her face as she gazed at her son.

James shook his head, “S’nothing.” He mumbled and walked back to his room, letter clutched tightly in his hand.

I wanna go out on the weekends

I wanna dress up just to get undressed

I took a nervous deep breath as we boarded the plane, praying to whoever is out there to keep me and my family safe. However, I wasn’t naive enough to not know that despite my prayers what is planned to happen, will happen. And there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it, no matter what they try. 

I think that I should probably tell you this

In case there is an accident

And I never see you again

James sat quietly on his bed, staring blankly at the picture on his shelf. The picture of him and his best friend, the girl he loved most. The only sign of life in the boy was his soft breathing and the erratic bouncing of his knee, a tell-tale sign that he was nervous. Anxiety filled his veins as he thought about every possibility, each one worse than the last, none of them seemed to have a happy ending.

So please save all your questions for the end

And maybe I'll be brave enough by then

A gasp left my lips as the plane shook and I grabbed tightly onto my seatbelt, praying for the plane to stay in the air. It leveled out quickly and I let out a sigh of relief, rubbing my eye gently. This is the dumbest thing ever.

Don't wanna say something wrong

Don't wanna be weird

James sat nervously at the airport, his leg once again bouncing up and down. So far there was no news of a plane crash or anything like that, so he still had faith. He re-read the letter at least two dozen times, the words not quite settling in. His best friend, of almost six years, the girl he was in love with, loves him. And she wants to spend the rest of her life with him. The idea was absolutely mind boggling to the poor boy.

But if you're still in love with her

I think that I'll leave it there

And I won't ever tell you this

“Sirius, shut up. You’re annoying and you smell like a wet dog.” I said with a smile as Sirius and I turned a corner our fourth year. 

“Woah.” Sirius breathed and I looked up, my heart shattering at the sight. James stood there, his hand on Lily’s cheek as he softly kissed her. I cleared my throat and turned around. “Y/n/n-”

“Not now, Sirius.”

Oh, 'cause to tell you is too scary

So I'll just say something else

Like how was fall semester?

And what was that song about?

I smiled happily as I left the plane, a weight lifting off my chest as I walked into the airport. I linked arms with my mom who held hands with my dad as we walked to the exit of the gate. I walked out and my eyes immediately met James’.

He widely smiled as he jumped out of the chair and ran over, almost tackling me to the ground with a big bear hug. He held on tightly as he swayed us side to side, switching from foot to foot. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He mumbled, not letting go.

“Me too.”

I'll try to hide the way I feel

But I'll just wanna shout

What do I have to lose right now?

“Okay, you two, let’s not block the way, yeah?” My mom said with amusement laced in her voice. James let go and took the carry on bag from my hand, also reaching over to grab my moms.

“I got these for you, ladies.” He said with a smile and I blushed as my mom waved him off with a smile. 

“No special treatment for me, James?” My dad teased and James managed to grab his bad as well.

“So sorry, ma’am. I do have a very important question for you two adults though.” James said with a serious look on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he winked.

“Yes?” My dad prompted.

“May I steal your daughter for the night? Please?”

“N-”

“Yes, of course you can.” My mom interrupted my dad and winked at me.

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner

I wanna get stuck in your head

“James, I love spending time with you but why tonight? I’m tire- wait.” I cut myself off as the door opened and a sweet aroma filled my nose. James smiled cheekily at me and ushered me in. I hesitantly walked to the kitchen island and gasped.

“Pancakes for dinner.” He said from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “And for the record, you’re always on my mind.”

I wanna watch a T.V. show together

And when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed

I wanna go out on the weekends

I wanna dress up just to get undressed

“James-”

“Nope. You’ve already said your piece.” He said, letting go and stepping in front of me. He grabbed my hands and looked me in my eyes. “It’s my turn.”

I think that I should probably tell you this

In case there is an accident

And I never see you again

“From the moment I laid eyes on you, attacking Sirius with spells we didn’t learn in class until second year, I swore I was in love. You were all I talked about in letters back home, and to Sirius and Remus and Peter.”

“But Lily?”

So please save all your questions for the end

And maybe I'll be brave enough by then

“Lily was a coverup. She knows, by the way. In fact, I didn’t even realize it until she told me. Y/n, you are my best friend, and I love you more than the Earth itself. You are a magnificent witch, with such an intelligent mind and beautiful face. I love every part of you. So, sorry for the lack of originality, but-”

Well, maybe I won't ever say what's in my head

No, I won't have to say anything

“I’d love to have pancakes for dinner, and like I said, you’re already stuck in my head. I want to watch a TV show with you and rewatch it together when I get you sick, or you me. I want to go out on the weekends with you and obviously I want you to dress up so I can tear it off.  I want you, Y/n. I want you.” 

I pressed a kiss to his lips, removing one of my hands from his to cup his cheek. He used his free hand and gently rubbed up and down my waist, committing the curve to memory. We pulled away and rested our foreheads together with giddy smiles.

You'll say it instead

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[preciadosbass]

20/8/24 [4X DIYS — draft from yesterday, key + significant photos at end]

nobody asked, but regarding yesterdays journal - i actually went to sleep at 3 because i got distracted with patrick stump gifs. i was supposed to just be looking for a few blue coloured ones [raa having a colour themed blog is so annoying // there’s so many cute gifs of musicians that aren’t blue/black and i cant change the colour and therefor cant use them =(] but lost track of time. meaning i was absolutely exhausted when i woke up [8:30]

after waking up, i went outside to say goodmorning to boris and scrolled on scenemo/alt diy tiktoks until i got a message from N ‘apologising’ for yesterday. i say ‘apologising’ because i know they didn’t mean it, and they also said they deleted the photos of me immediately. which isn’t true as i saw them press the send button and then put their phone away. they wouldn’t have had time to delete them before whoever saw them, saw them. this means my mum has told her mum, which i’m super embarrassed about. i don’t like people knowing i’m upset about anything they’ve done/someone they know has done. i’m just still worried about it because i know those photos looked so bad and they sent them to so many people. and now, it dosent matter if they get rid of them because whoever those people were have already seen them. i’m so humiliated.

anyway, i carried on scrolling on scenemo/alt diytok until 10:40 when i finally got dressed while listening to my sleeping with sirens live cd. today i wore my purple asking alexandria shirt, a pair of striped purple and black tights, blue ripped shorts, knee high converse, my my chemical romance [danger days] zip up hoodie, my can tab bracelet, a falling in reverse bracelet, and dark blue skull bracelet, a two row studded cuff, diy kandi + elastic bracelet, sleeping with sirens and panic! at the disco bracelet, and last but not least a spiked kandi cuff. [photos at end]. i haven’t made kandi jewellery in a while because i’ve run out of beads, but once i start seeing my other prevision again, i’ll buy some more. today i’m going to reptile experience/possibly going on a long car ride with my dad so i can listen to music full blast without worrying about anyone hearing.

i couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that there’s stupid photos/videos of me going around to strangers. i know it seems like i’m overreacting, but having photos taken of me is such a big deal in my mind and this whole situation makes me feel like the world is ending. i hate seeing my own face and knowing that other people do aswell. the thought itself disgusts me, i only like pictures of my outfit and sometimes that’s too much. after getting dressed, i did my hair and then went outside with boris at 11:20. the weather was being weird and one second it was boiling hot, and the other freezing. but that’s just the uk for you.

i stayed with him until 11:50 when me and my mum left to go out. boris has started meowing everytime i come out to see him and it’s really really cute. i also took a few videos of him before getting in the car. on the way to reptile experience, i listened to early fall out boy + american beauty/american psycho fall out boy, and a little bit of letterbox tradgedy. when we arrived, everyone was having their lunch so i went into the reptile room and said hi to boris #2 [the bearded dragon] and the other visible animals. i also took a few photos of various animals to put in this journal/this weeks recap [photos at end]. along with observing all the other stuff in the room, like the stuff for the horses/ponies.

once everyone in the other room had finished their food, me and my mum went out to the kitchen/sofa area where the rodents live. S [the lead crew member, she’s lovely], put out some ripped up pieces of newspaper and treats for rat enrichment and set all 4 on the table everyone was sat around. we were told not to pick them up [i think it’s because everyone apart from me was really young and rough with the animals], and just let them come to you. i watched as they had their snacks and scurried around the table and sofa that was just by where i was sat.

three came up to me all at once and hoarded around my bracelets. S said it was due to the shininess of the can tab one, and maybe the smell. i let the rats crawl over my arm/lap/wrist and took a few photos. while doing so one in particular kept on sniffing my phone camera lens so the videos look really silly XD — i took a few bits of the newspaper for an upcoming collage as i found a few paragraphs of writing about true crime and that’s one of my interests. [this feels weird to write, i just find the psychology aspect of it interesting]. once the rats were put away and the enrichment was cleaned up, S & A [the other crew member, the one that makes me feel sick of jealousy due to his looks etc] took out pinecones, some lard, and some birdseed.

i already knew what was coming so i moved my bracelets further up my arm and tied bits of string to a few secreted pinecones. we were then told that we were making bird feeders. i covered the pinecones in lard and then rolled it in a sunflower seed based mix as it had the darkest colours. i made five as S said i could make two for the farmer’s gate and three to take home, yipee // once i was done, i looked at a few of the drawings on the wall. a lot of them were illustrations of five nights at freddy’s animatronics. which gave me an idea to also draw animatronics on small bits of card and line them wherever there’s an empty part of my wall. at 1:40, we walked round to the farmer’s gate and hung the pinecones around the wood. [picture at end] S gave me two that had already been made by various people attending, so when we went back round to the buildings and it was time to leave i got to take home the five that id made!! we headed for home at 2:11 after thanking all the workers. on the way back i stopped off to get low cal boba [photo at end cuz it looks just as good as it was]

in the car, i sorted through the photos taken there into an instagram collage to add to the end of this journal + my weekly recap. [photo collages at end]. i also listened to quite a lot of panic! at the disco’s vices and virtues. we [me and my mum] arrived home at 3:20. i didn’t end up doing for the drive with my dad because it would’ve been around 7 hours in the car, and that’s too long for me to be away from boris in the car unless i’m going away. and even that’s a stretch. i stayed outside with boris until 3:50 when i decided i’m going to put up my bird feeder. i took the pinecones outside and called my mum out to try and work out where i should hang them/what i should hang them from. my mum spawned this plant holder thingy and asked me if it’d be any good. i didn’t have another option and it was an alright improvisation so i went into my room to work out what part of the garden’s bank i can see from through my window.

once i’d worked out a suitable place for it to go, i brought it up to the bank and supported the legs with a few bits of scrap wood planks. then i hung the five pinecones along the frame of the flowerpot part. [photo at end] i finished within -10 minutes and then went back inside to my room. when i first got in, i took my stuff out of my bag to give my dad his battery pack and accidentally got scrap bits of purple-like wood all over my bed. id snapped them up yesterday while at the creek for an idea i had. i thought i might aswell make it now, so collected them off my blanket and got my hot glue gun ready. the idea was to glue them around the metal tin that a candle rests in. which is stupid, because this particular wood is the most flammable in the uk so i most likely wouldn’t even be able to burn it. anyway, i collected a few more bits of stick from the garden and lined them around the tin. i finished at 4:30 and took a few pictures of the finished product. [photo at end]

once again, something else useless i settled on making, but at least it looks cute. i watched two youtube videos :[the rest of ‘Q&A time !!! :D’ by nico vamp, ‘a day in the life | fake 🩸 + pictures’ by maya malice, and then almost two more videos from the same youtuber [[‘a day in the life + randumness :3’, & ‘my problem with scenecore’.]] while listening to the last video listed, i made a collage with receipts from charity shopping on thursday + the bits of newspaper i collected today. i hid a secret message in there [its just ‘meow’, photo at the end] and put together the word ‘empierces.’ which means to pierce. get it? like pierce the veil? anyone?? [photo at end — finished at 6:35]

then i listened to the entirety of falling in reverse’s new album [again] — while doing so, i drew lolbit, RWQFSFASXC, and the puppet from five nights at freddy’s on some card. i put it along the side of my doorframe beside pictures of kellin quinn and pete wentz. [theyre so bad you don’t get a photo] then i went outside with boris at 7:35. he was being his usual polite and cute self and i could also tell he was very happy because he was dribbling at ton xp // he let himself in at 7:50 so i didn’t get to spend much time with him on the driveway, but i followed him inside, checked he had food, and wrote 4 paragraphs from this journal. after finishing that little bit of writing, i saw frank iero’s new instagram post + story like WTF IS GOING ON I FREAKED OUT. LIKE WHATS HAPPENING AT MIDNIGHT FRANK?? i went to see him [boris] again at 10 after looking through scenemo/alt tiktok and letting my phone charge a little.

he stayed out with him my for barely any time before he let himself inside to eat. i came inside with him, and during this one of my cousins pulled up to our house as he got me some of my safe food because otherwise i won’t have anything at all to eat tomorrow and it’ll be really easy to faint if the weather isn’t perfect. him and my mum spoke about the holiday that me and my immediate + extended family are going to. he left at 10:45 and then i had a bath. i usually don’t mention washing [etc] as it’s a boring thing to write about/the same everytime. its not like with the questions about boris or when i wake up because that changes. i’m just mentioning it today as there’s nothing i can fill in the spaces of this journal with.

then i collected a few green day [billie joe armstrong] gifs and went up to my sisters room because i swore she was playing the hello zepp saw themetune on keyboard. it turned out she was, i watched her play it and then came back downstairs again. while i was on the sofa, she started playing something else and asked me if i recognised it. it was numb by linkin park, but i got it to confused with another song of theirs that sounds similar at the start. i went up because she wanted me to watch her play it and she followed on the song with ‘centuries’ by fall out boy.

after she’d finished, i went back downstairs to get myself some icy water, speak to boris, and then do my teeth before having a nap. i put on a timer for 10 minutes because i said i’d check up on him every once in a while but when i woke up it was bright outside and my phone was in the same place i left it before my nap. it turned out i never woke up and never got to say goodnight to boris so i freaked out when i realised. i would’ve gone to sleep at 1.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, prevision/keyworker i have to see instead of being taken back into mainstream education, questions about boris/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he's okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i'm hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

[anonymous-dentist]

Since you guys are concerned about my childhood ghost story, here it is the way I remember it. I was five or six, keep that in mind, so yeah

So it’s December-ish and there’s a storm coming. I lived in the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania at the time, so any hint of a winter storm was a good sign to send the kids home and keep them there until the weather passes

It’s about noon when everybody is sent home from school. A couple kids in my class had already been picked up by their parents, but not me. My dad worked two towns over, and my mom was at home with my little sister, who was maybe a year old at the time. Everybody’s parents had been called, but mine were some of the few not to pick up the phone

I get sent home anyway, and I take the school bus because the school vetoed me walking the quarter mile home by myself in a rainstorm that was quickly turning to snow

At the bus stop, there’s a huge crowd of parents, and they all take their kids. But mine weren’t there, because, again, they were a bit preoccupied

I’m standing there, five years old and a little worried and absolutely FREEZING in the weather, and then a man seemingly materializes from nowhere in front of me. He wasn’t there when all the parents were, I know that.

To this day, I can’t remember what this guy looked like. He looks different every time I try and remember. All I remember is a dark hoodie with the hood up and some khakis

He asked if my parents weren’t there, and I knew what stranger danger was so I stayed quiet. And then he asked if I wanted to be walked home, and I was, again, five entire years old, so I agreed.

So he walked me home in the beginning of a blizzard. He was funny, I think? He made me laugh and he cheered me up, at least. And he seemed to know where he was going without me giving directions, which is good because I was five and thus very VERY lost

And then we got to my house as soon as the snow really started coming down

My mom ripped open the door in a panic, just then having gotten the call from the school because she’d been taking care of my sister, but, luckily for her, I was already there on the porch

But no one else was.

The guy was completely gone and, when I tried describing him to my mom, I found myself completely unable to. All I could remember were his clothes, not his face or his hair or even his skin color

I lived in a REALLY small town. When I lived there, the population was just over 1,000. Everybody knew each other. We all went to the same two churches and we ate at the same restaurants and we went to the same schools and the same library.

So my mom asked around, rightfully concerned that I’d accidentally led a creep to our house, but literally nobody knew about a guy who dressed like that who happened to frequent school bus stops, especially not in the neighborhood by the school where I lived

To this day, my mom calls this man my guardian angel even though there’s a distinct possibility that he was just a creep doing a nice thing for a lost little kid

But I think that this happening at the same exact time when I stopped having night terrors every night- terrors so bad that my dad thought I was POSSESSED, I was so scared of whatever was in my dreams- might mean that my mom may be at least a little right

[jamiesfootball]

🌹 for keepsies

From whump prompt sequel (kinda long):

Roy grabbed him by his shirt, his fist a balled threat digging into the space below Ted’s collar-

The both of them noticed at the same time the blood on Roy’s sleeve.

Roy pulled away like he'd been burned. In short jerks, he ripped off the Richmond jacket Ted had worked so hard to get him into -- balled it up and threw it to the floor.

The disgust on Roy's face as he stormed out of the room said all he needed to say. In case Ted still wasn't sure, the door slamming shut behind him exclaimed it loud enough.

A confused, small voice called out from the bed, "Dad?"

Ted's stomach swooped low. His hands went clammy, shaking like a weather vane in Kansas in the middle of the summer when the sky went green, and Ted balled them away deep the way you were supposed to when a storm was coming.

He turned to face the bed.

Superficially, the Jamie propped up on the bed didn't look too bad, all things considered. The doctors had dressed him up in bandaids and gauze, and with the hospital gown hanging down to his elbows, he looked more like that sleepy man with the nightcap and candlestick than he did a hospital patient - a Barbie doll version of a hurt person, the kind that came with rubber hammers and display monitors that were stickers you could peel away in an afternoon.

Except Ted could hear the monitors with their hymns. Jamie blinked at him, small and pale and tired-

-it hit Ted all of the sudden, this deep worry that Jamie had just played an entire match; he'd need the calories, and surely the doctors could be trusted to do their job, but all Ted could see was that tiny, drippy bag-

-and his eyes weren't focusing. That was clear as day. The way Jamie's head bobbled on his neck, his eyes drifting circles around the room, rolled into something sick sitting at the bottom of Ted's stomach like he'd swallowed lead.

He knew hospitals had a way of making ants out of monuments, but the man in the bed-

-no, that's a little kid, Ted realized, his heart dropping low where even shovels would reach. That's a little kid looking for his dad.

Ted's eye's burned. In his pockets, he dug his fingers into the meat of his thighs, trying to ground himself in a world that felt like cotton.

"Heya, Jamie," he kept his voice gentle. "It's Ted. How you feeling, son?"

The word slipped out unbidden, which didn't stop Jamie from latching onto it like a hook.

"Dad?"

[planet-crait]

Episode 12!

I’m surprised Hazel reads romance novels given how young she is but the OG show also had romance so I guess it’s inline their (still not a fan of romance for such young kids but whatever) and it seems fishboy from the intro will finally show up!!

Aww they have a book club that’s cute. Lolz oh Hazel i understand the intense need to talk about your favorite things but let your friends be surprised come on!

Wait kids have dances so young? My first dance wasn’t until like middle school. Oh I get why that wouldn’t be fun for Hazel, being the only single person with all your friends being on dates sucks. Most dances me and my friends threw “anti” dances so we just hung out and watched Disney movies lolz. It was great. I am surprised though they didn’t tell Hazel they planned on going it just seemed I don’t know nice to let her know they had dates? Oh poor Kev, what did he do to be rejected so hard. And why would he be Hazels only option?

Oh huh not quite what I expected but makes sense lolz. Oh yeah okay for once they acknowledge Cosmo and Wanda should be hiding but actually have a good explanation for why they don’t. And it makes sense honestly but Hazel don’t tell him he’s a fictional character that might break him.

Uh Cosmo did you eat the bowl? Okay uh moving on. I think it’s cute Kennueth doesn’t understand coming slang it makes sense and is a funny moment. Wait why did he have to go to Fairy world to get an outfit? If they’re just magicing clothes on him. But awww he’s so sweet helping her dance.

Oh no poor Dev. He’s mean but no one deserves to be physically attacked. He’s a kid he says mean things but I wouldn’t want to see him like physically hurt. But why does he think Dev is duck worth? I don’t see the resemblance at all.

Oh that’s kind of cute Devs a fan of the same series Hazel is. Too bad he’s so mean and in denial but maybe this could help start them being kinder to each other? It’s clear Dev wants to be closer with Hazel with how obsessed he can get with her but doesn’t have the tools to like know how to go about befriending someone. Undoubtedly it’s a side affect of how his dad raised him. I know we don’t know yet he treats Dev so poorly but I know so it’s definitely affecting how I’m viewing him.

Lolz even the principle reads it? Not surprising she enjoys the villain most. Theirs nothing wrong with that of course people can freely enjoy the characters they like but this seems like a shorthand to further show how “bad” the principle is because “look she likes the bad guy so that makes her bad”. Liking a character doesn’t mean you condone their actions, their are lots of reasons people like “evil” characters weather it’s you enjoy seeing a person be unapologetically evil or like their backstory or how they got to where they are or think they work as a good foil for the main character. There isn’t a right or wrong way to enjoy a story as long as you aren’t being a jerk to people with what they like about the story.

Uh sorry I’ll get off of my soapbox lolz. Oh Hazel that was kind of mean. I get why she feels the way she does but like your friends wanted to go the the dance and you’re not being a good friend either.

Lolz oh Hazel I feel the pain of a prequel not being made in a language you can’t read lolz. Aww Dev getting all emotional with being forgiven and thinking duckworth would like it oh. (Does this play at all into maybe Dev not feeling loved or cared about by his dad?) oh dang it I want more Dev stuff lolz. I am so impatient.

Awww I like that they all apologized and all realized they made mistakes. It’s good to see when a more complex situation allows everyone to be wrong and not just one person. Wait are they just leaving him there? He literally didn’t do anything wrong.

Oh uh. Huh I thought they were going with the love of friends is just as strong as romantic love but uh I guess not. Poor guy. Oh. Uh. Oh. Well RIP I guess. That got dark fast.

Wait Hazel TODAY was weird but not the day your hair became SENTIENT?? This is too weird for you?? THIS? Like overall given the other episodes this is not nearly as weird as other stuff lolz.

Overall I really enjoyed this episode and didn’t have anything that stuck out to me. The wish and how it came about made sense, the episode was cute. And maybe Hazel and Dev can find common ground? Maybe? Probably not but I can wish lolz.

WAIT WAIT WAIT DO DUCKWORTH AND KENNUETH DATE? THEY SAID TRUE LOVE DO WE HAVE SOME REAL GAY REP HERE?? Okay the wiki doesn’t clear up anything but ima pretend they do lolz.

Onto the next one!!

[hughiecampbelle]

Cicatrix (Kendall Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Kendall, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,440

Warning/s: scars, scars mention, self-harm, self-harm mention

A/N: Baby girl!!! He deserved happiness and joy and I just love him!!! I've been feeling really bad about the scars that I have from not being in good place mentally so writing this is a teensy bit for therapy lol. I just know Baby Girl would love someone with scars so wholeheartedly 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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The intern, the one with the scars. Thats what Logan calls you. Behind your back, to your face, it means no difference to him. At first you were shocked, rightfully hurt. That was before you realized he could say whatever he wanted regardless of others emotions. Before you came to the conclusion you were the only human in a team of vultures. Carnivorous bastards, starved, left to watch him indulge. The one with the scars. As if that’s all you’d ever be, these marks on your body, massive reminders of all the things you’ve been through, survived, escaped. You wore long sleeves, even when the weather was sweltering. Your legs were always covered. You made sure your attire, your body, was safe from the cool air of the office, from the looks and stares of your co-workers. Sometimes your sleeve slid down, your pant leg rose up. Seconds of exposure were enough to catch his eye, to make yourself known. They all know who he’s talking about. There are scars on your hands, too. Everywhere you could reach, in those moments, were fair game. Raised, faint, but still noticeable. Always noticeable. Gerri couldn’t take her eyes off. You thought you were alone. Stupid. Foolish. Naive. You thought you were alone and you took off your jacket and your sleeves were rolled up. The heater was broken and blasting into the office. You just needed a minute, that’s all. She stopped in the middle of her sentence, an order, another coffee run. She never finished her thought. Karl followed close behind, a look of pity settling into his expression. A perfectly good body, wasted. Ruined. You’d seen that look before. By the time Frank had come in, you were already out the door, excusing yourself to the bathroom, your arm stuck in the sleeve of your suit. 

It made you want to scream. 

Where are they, the one with the scars? The statement sits in your head, sinking in the pit of your stomach, when you hide in various offices trying to catch your breath. Fighting back tears, poorly, that’s when you run into him. Forcefully, around the corner, your hands pressed into his chat before you can register you’ve just bumped into someone. He stands so solid, shocked, ripping off his headphones and sunglasses. You went down like a ton of bricks, unsteady on your feet, the tears falling before you could stop them, too ashamed to look him in the eye. The one with the scars. Thats’ all you were, would ever be, besides the intern who smacked into the boss’ kid. You. rightfully, feared his reaction. You’d only been working with Logan a few months, but you knew his emotional outbursts pretty well. The yelling, the anger, the slammed doors and name calling. That was on a good day. You flinched at the idea of what his children could be like. He held out his hand for a moment, then understood you weren’t looking, you weren’t comprehending, instead crying. He bent down, brown eyes wide, almost helpless. He had no idea what to do when people cried. Hed never learned to comfort anyone. A-are you hurt? D-did I hurt you? He checks himself and you for blood. No, no you just banged into one another. Then why were you crying. Oh, right. He knew where he’d seen you before, a few times. Running around the office, in competition like a dog with your peers. Interns were expendable limbs to his father. D-did my dad do this? He meets your eyes, his tone neither condescending nor angry. This struck a nerve you didn’t know he had. His hand was on your shoulder, burning through the fabric of your suit, all the way through to your skin, your scar tissue. You wanted to shake him off, wipe your tears, pretend nothing happened, but you were locked in place. Defeated. You just shake your head no, not wanting to cause any problems. No, no I’m okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- Don’t worry about it. He doesn’t mean to interrupt, he just can’t stand it. Of course Logan said something, of course he was making you cry, who else would do this? How many interns quit under him? Not enough. Everyone too afraid to stand up for themselves against him. He had to say something, anything, to get this to stop. The look on your face, it broke his heart, whether or not you’d intended it to. 

He had to say something. 

He climbs into bed beside you, pulling the blanket out from around you, a whoosh of cold air frozen against your exposed skin. It prickles. You giggle, falling into him, his warmth. He smells like the sheets, a familiar scent of detergent and a hint of sweet sweat. His smile is so easy, so careless, so bright, burying the two of you under the covers. He can’t take his eyes off you. The mess of your hair, the bags under your eyes, the creases of your face, all of it is a work of art. Proof of God. It’s rare he catches you in this state: comfortable in your own skin, comfortable with him. He can’t take his eyes off you, not wanting to miss a moment. You sleep like a baby squirrel. You had no idea what that meant, but it was cute, endearing coming from him, and he meant it as a compliment. A baby squirrel, curled into yourself, your head against his chest, your breathing shallow. You looked so serene, so sweet, the heat of your face warming his chest. He never wanted to leave you, ever. He wanted the whole world to fade away. Your first encounter was months ago. Neither of you expected it go anywhere near here, but it did. It did and you couldn’t be happier. Ken had said something to Logan, about making his interns cry. It didn’t change anything, not really, but he felt proud to have stood up to him for you. For the next week, he’d linger in the office, by his father, wanting to talk to you again, to have a real conversation with names, with plans. He liked you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not because you were sad or scared, but because you were thoughtful, even towards a monster. You wanted to protect a man without a soul. Anyone else would have thrown Logan under the bus, would have sacrificed him and cashed out. Thats when he learned what he’d been saying, what everyone was saying. The one with the scars? They’re just being sensitive. Even Gerri had shrugged at the comment, as if it weren’t appalling. Horrifying. As if his father hadn’t gone way too far. 

Kendall had seen all of your scars. Every single one. He’d touched most of them, running his fingers over the lines you couldn’t see, but could reach, the first of them before you realized you had a problem, the newest that brought you the most shame. It was hard to stop, to put and end to it. There were periods of rest, lasting months, possibly a year, but you always went back to it when life was cruel and there was no one to go to. He insisted you go to him, and you do, but you can’t burden him with everything. You can’t put all this on him. He doesn’t patronize you or get angry, ever. He’s never raised his voice at you. It would kill him to do so. He reminds you he’s there for you, always, that you have nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty about. You’d been so afraid to show him your skin. The words flash into your mind every time you slipped off your jacket or unzipped your pants, the kind that everyone had been telling you your whole life. Everyone had something they were ashamed of. Sometimes it was outer, on the body, sometimes it was inner, in the mind. For him it was his blood, his name, his legacy. Scars were nothing. They didn’t shock him or scare him, he wasn’t disgusted by them like you’d been anticipating, they were just another part of you. Another part to love, to care for, to enjoy. After his little outburst, no one referred to you by that name again. They stared, of course, they couldn’t take their eyes off your hands, and arms, and legs. But they never said that horrible name again. Just yours. Just y/n. His y/n, you reminded yourself. You weren’t alone in this anymore. It was you and him now, together always.

[dkfan07142]

Lukong vs Mariokong

"Man I'm cold" "Well Shit Mario! I can't control the damn weather!"

Constantly fighting(romantically though)

Competitive as hell

Bonding over not so good fathers

"Hey what do bees make?" "Some stupid annoying noise what do you want?"

Both not good with kids

"I'm cold" "Here have some fur" *rips some off* "DK WHAT THE FU"

Romance is sometimes accidental

bonded very quick

"Hey what do bees make?" "Honey?" "Yes dear?"

One bad with kids the other great with them

What I'm known for

Awkward

Bad at flirting

Have huge supports

funny

have some explaining to mom and dad

"He asked for no pickles!" can be swapped between the 2

Adorable

I love(though I love one more take a wild guess at which one)

I ship(though not poly because we don't support incest here and never will)

don't have many fanfics but the very little ones they have are great

need more fanfics and art

need more fans