#should i bring the reciepts?

[livbedum]

the greatest chapter four

it girl!reader x drew starkey smau

summary what are the odds?

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DREW STARKEY SENT YOU A MESSAGE

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sorry about everyone ‘spawning’ in your comments

ahhhhhhahaha no it’s fine! ahaha

but it is because we’re all fans of you. if that helps!

ahh that’s so insane! thank you so much<3 me and

my friends LOVE outer banks:)

that means a lot. we love knowing people love

it as much as we do!

i swear me and kaylor talked about it all

the time if we could😭

maddie was the same way with love island😂

she got a bunch of us to watch it with her

good thing she did

hahaha! i luvvv her

how’s it being home now? you were there awhile

i missed my bed!

but i’m really surprised at how much support i have rn

yeah it definitely seemed like you felt alone in there

despite having leah, ree, and jana? yeah. i did lol

well you’re home now… what are you planning to do?

i have to be in nyc in two days to film😖

so that first, and then focus on my content

the reunion?

yeah we’re filming on the 14th soooo excited

jana has reciepts we been saving JUST for this

hmmmm the 14th in nyc

who are you ladies coming for?

haha yes i’ll be there for the whole week

jana got me and i got leah

so i’m coming for ethan’s funk ass

jana is going to call out andrea

pretty sure liv said she’s got my back on that too

yeah… that ethan guy sucks

i’ll be watching to see how you go about that one

oh! well let it be known i’m usually much more

graceful than i’m going to seem during the reunion

i’m sure you’ll handle yourself just fine

clocking ethan will actually possess my body…

u should be worried just a little bit

haha if somebody has to it should be you

maddie always loved when you got into it with him

he did my girl SO wrong how could i not😭

so did you watch it all back?

nay and i did whenever we got back!

we stayed at my house for the weekend and

binged it all, writing down the important

shit to bring up at the reunion

how was that process?

i can’t even watch myself act, so i can’t

imagine watching me go through what you did.

uhhhh ahaha yeah… it was rough

that’s why it took the whole weekend tbh

i bet it was difficult reliving everything

that on top of seeing my best friend’s from

a different pov definitely sucked ass

at least you’re home now! you can move on

that’s the plan. the show didn’t work for me, but it

turns out friendship island is much much better

yeah you seem to have found a good group

the best haha!

now it’s on to bigger n better

that’s the only way to go about it i think

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hmmmm the 14th in nyc

↳ this is actually so sus after ur lil comment

hello again

haha! that was my way of saying i’m

also going to be in new york i get there

tomorrow actually!

oh! ahahaha what are the odds lol

seems like i would have some free time too

haha i will too since i’m making a whole

weekend out of it with my best friend

let me know what you’re up to?

yeah for sure ha!

ISLAND GIRLS🥥🌴

kaylor baby🍰

okay but what r u guys wearing?

liv🖤

real question is:

is y/n bringing a date

y/n🪩

idt it’s that kind of event babe

oh nvm gtg

naynay🤍

LMAO pls tell me y’all kept talking w eo

kaylor🍰

ohhhhhh so you guys have been talking

leah boo🐴

and she left him on read!

naynay🤍

y/n no u didn’t

ree💓

be so fr bitch

liv🖤

WHAT

y/n🪩

😶😶😶😶 hehe no…

leah boo🐴

lyin ass

kaylor🍰

wait what! noooo why would u do that??

y/n🪩

anyways i’m wear a black floor length

dress and evening gloves gtg!

an my giggly girl just geeked drew dms her

taglist @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @willowpains @percysley @rrosiitas @nellyboosworld @ethanthequeefqueen

[thetriggeredhappy]

i could never be a rich person because if i was rich and i went out to eat at a little cafe and i ordered like a sandwich with the ranch on the side and it was the girl at the counter’s first day and she was really nervous and didn’t really know how to do the modifiers in the computer and she went “i’m sorry it’s taking me so long it’s my first day” and i went “no worries” and she fumbled for a minute and i ran out of small talk and it was really quiet in the cafe and now there’s someone in line behind me and she said “i’m so sorry let me ask my manager” and i went “it’s fine you’re all good” and she called for her manager but her manager didn’t come but as we waited in silence for like a minute and now there’s two people behind me in line finally she figured out how to just put it in manually and looked so incredibly relieved and went “i’m so sorry it took so long it should be on the card reader now” and i went “it’s totally fine i get it those things can be confusing you’re doing a great job” and i looked at the card reader and instead of charging me $9.50 she charged me $950.00 on accident i just frankly don’t think i would say anything. i don’t think i would bring it up whatsoever. and i would put my card in the reader and do my signature and it would ask if i want to leave 10% or 15% or 20% or custom amount of tip and i would click 20%. i would tip the girl $190 instead of telling her she messed it up. and i would pay $1,040 for a sandwich with the ranch on the side. plus tax. and she would ask if i want the reciept and i would say no thank you and she would go okay and ball it up and throw it out and i would get my sandwich and she would go “have a good rest of your day” and i’d go “yeah you too good luck with the rest of your first day!” and she would go “haha thanks” and the sandwich would have ranch on it. i would never tell anyone what happened. i would never tell anyone. but i’m not rich so it’s fine

[monzterzack]

this bronchitis doesnt want to go away >:CCC

i was getting better a couple days ago, but now the cough is back and with a vengeance

im sorry to do this again, but if anyone could help me with a 100$ to pay ANOTHER appointment and meds :(((

i used last times money on the last appointment i had a couple days ago + blood work i was asked to bring due to my diabetes getting complicated

here are the reciepts (they are from the 29-30 of september)

for transparency sake too, my last doctors note

i was told to suspend the shots i was getting because they were throwing my blood glucose through the roof, the doctor told me i should be fine with the inhaler and syrup but im back at the horrible cough that doesnt let me breath

if anyone could help me ill appreciate it a lot :((( im so tired of being sick, and im not sure i can drink more cough syrup as ive been on it for two weeks now

[akamaru01]

I have a desperate need to scream into the void or be validated for my frustration today and I'll put it under a read more

Took my car into the shop monday where they said it should be done by close. Did not hear back on Monday.

Called Tuesday morning, they said they had some issues and it should be done in time for me to go to work. I went in, they said they were having major issues and didnt know when it would be ready.

Got a call tuesday night saying issues continued and it SHOULD be done by 2pm today (Wednesday).

I'm not mad at the auto shop really, they're doing their best (i assume) and I was promised some sort of compensation although that hasnt been sorted yet.

I work as a delivery driver though, using my own car. I told my boss yesterday I wouldnt be in even though I thought I would, admittedly a bit late. I told her last night after my call that it should be ready this afternoon. Today is the day I usally work from 11am to almost 10pm as closer. She said I would need to bring in a reciept or note or whatever similar to a doctors note.

Two hours ago I texted her and all the drivers that I should get my car back today but idk so just in case could anyone cover. My fucking boss says that if no one covers I am still expected in at 2pm, despite the fact I dont have my car and after looking up prices for a rental car I would likely end up LOSING MONEY getting one to go to work. The ONLY reason to go into work at that point is For The Company/Boss. Which is bullshit.

The 2-5 is now covered but once again i have absolutely ZERO incentive to go into work today UNLESS i get my cat back.

Like jesus christ my boss is being unreasonable right?????? Am i wrong???

Additional note: She fucking sorta snapped at me in the group text saying it's hard to find someone to cover when i never cover for anyone else WHICH IS A FUCKING LIE. Like i don't do it often but I have covered for people before.

I was SO CLOSE to getting into an argument with her right there being like "Bitch I dont have my car and a rental isnt worth it and i HAVE covered for people what the fuck more do you want from me"

Needless to say we'll see if I still have this job by the end of the week

[lampmanliveblogs]

Ah, I see The Collector used his space magic to summon a book filled with the completed version of all the fanfics I’ve never finished. I know I always say it’ll be a miracle if I ever get all my ideas written down, but I didn’t think it’d take an actual miracle.

You guys might think I’m exaggerating, and I am for comedic effect, but not by much. Just today, I started jotting down yet more notes on my phone while eating lunch at work. What if Masha discovered that they had psychic powers? I have so many unfinished first chapters, short snippets of dialogue, and premises for stories written down on my computer, phone, in various notebooks, pieces of cardboard, and reciept paper lying around. It’s honestly a bit ridiculous.

Oh wait, the pages are stone slabs? Or maybe they’re supposed to be clay tablets? That’s kinda cool actually, brings to mind the earliest stories written down by man in our own world. You know, like the Epic of Gilgamesh.

…hold on, I gotta go get myself a drink to dramatically spit out in shock and disbelief, give me a sec.

…

”Right, now where was I?” I say as I sit back down with a refreshing beverage. I rewind the video by a few seconds and hits play as I take a sip of my drink.

”Collectors live long, we watch things pass.”

”Pfft!” I spit out my drink in shock and disbelief, spraying my computer screen with liquid. ”What!?” I exclaim between coughs. ”Other Collectors?

I mean yeah, sure, The Collector is a child of the stars and whatnot, I kinda figured there’d maybe be some subtle hint at a larger pantheon out there, but, uh… I guess we get it confirmed right here, right now. I was even thinking of including a joke about The Collector’s parents being Mother Nature and Father Time, I just couldn’t figure out how to work it in.

Alright, calm down Lampman, think…

Based on this short summary, it appears that the collectors are if not gods, then at the very least god-like beings. They travel the cosmos and collect specimen of various lifeforms to preserve them in their collections. That in and of itself doesn’t sound all that horrible… but, ah… that second paragraph is a bit concerning.

Should the mortal beings they collect begin to meddle in the affairs of the Collectors (like, oh, I dunno, maybe NOT wanting to be turned into a collectible), they’ll scorch the planet and wipe them all out. Which… yeah that sounds about right for gods of mythology.

Our little Lord of the Fireflies doesn't like that mentality though, they’d rather play games and have fun and make friends (though evidently, The Collector still don’t care too much about what the mortals want).

Right of the bat, this does make me wonder something: is it possible that The Collector we saw in the Owlbeast’s flashback in Knock, Knock, Knockin’ on Hooty’s Door wasn’t THE Collector, but another collector? Cause that’d explain why that one didn’t look a whole lot like this Prince of Plastic

It also makes we wonder if maybe The Collector ISN’T the Grand Huntsman worshipped by the Titan Trappers, but rather, another collector (or several of them). Indeed, we see at the bottom of the page, three collectors looming over several worshipping humans. Because’s I’ve been wondering about that; aside from calling King’s dad a bully for putting him in divine time-out, The Collector really didn’t seem to have much against Titans from what we’ve seen thus far. Heck, he was super excited to meet King. So could it be that The Collector was not the one responsible for wiping out the Titans, but rather some other collector?

What I’m thinking right now is that The Collector is the divine equivalent of a kid that ran away from home. And their family either doesn’t care, doesn’t know, or enough time has not passed for them to notice.

(hm… a kid that ran away from home because they didn’t fit in with their peers… where have I heard a similar story before…?)

(the book mentions that the collectors would scorch the air… the demon realm planet is covered in a boiling sea… perhaps scorching the air is a more poetic way of saying ”set off a bunch of volcanoes”? In real life, the worst mass extinction event known was caused not by the meteorite that wiped out the non-avian dinosaurs, but a massive flood basalt taking place about 251.9 million years ago, colloquially referred to as ”The Great Dying.” Volcanoes are good at killing stuff, is my point. and undersea volcanoes spewing out lava would explain why the sea is always boiling)

I mean, look at this face. Does this look like the face of someone who could wipe out a race of giants? Look at him! He couldn’t hurt a fly.

Except Belos, but he doesn’t count.

And I guess they did turn an island’s worth of people into puppets and force them to play along in their games, hmmm…

[rogueddie]

Of those links of heritageposts antisemitism, literally the 1st one I checked out has a correction from OP saying it likely wasn’t antisemitism at all, have not checked the others yet, but if that’s the standard of “reciepts” provided then i would consider that not good enough

I’m not saying the anon isn’t right (antisemites have used the extra eyes on this genocide to spread hate) , but you shouldn’t trust them (or me, frankly) blindly. Rather have a look at the links and come to your own conclusion (ideally before sharing them…)

I have followed heritageposts for years and never noticed any antisemitic behaviour, but I do know that since the Oct 7th attacks there have been site-wide smear campaigns/accusations against anyone attempting to spread information that may help bring attention to Palestine

I’m going to do my own research on heritageposts, and I suggest you (and other anon, who I’m sure means well) do the same

I know. I have tried looking into it more but, like I said initially, I'm probably ignorant on some things- specifically antisemitism.

I'm not Jewish, and I don't think I could spot all the dogwhistles even if I did try to research everything. I believe that, unless it's people conflating being pro-Palestinian with antisemitism, we should believe Jewish people first on what is or isn't antisemitic.

Again, I'm not personally finding anything that screams antisemitic to me... but I'm not the person to listen to when it comes to what might be antisemitic and there are Jewish people saying that they are being antisemitic. That's enough for me.

[vagysmal]

There’s an IG page and organization in Sweden called ”Inte din hora”/”not your whore” that has tons of similar reciepts and statements by John’s. This organization is led by former prostituted and trafficked girls and women who want to bring attention to the horrific sides of the industry. We in Sweden operate by the Nordic model when it comes to buying and selling sex. Buying sex is illegal here and generally very much looked down upon.

This IG page, alongside documented statistics, ways to help and donate, quotes and stories by the women in and out of the industry, etc. occasionally posts “torskcitat” which would be equivalent to “torsk” = John/person who buys sex, “citat” = quote. So quotes from John’s that the women have been told to their face or in messages, many being downright humiliating and dehumanizing. Here are just a few examples:

Quotes in order

1st: “I wanna see you get fucked by a dog.”

2nd: “I would love to adopt you, then it’d count a bit more like incest if we fucked eachother.”

3rd: “Do you have “twixmas”/inbetween holiday sale?”

4th: “Do you take any heavier drugs? I love when girls are completely wasted on something, then you can do whatever with her haha”

5th: “You should roleplay as my daughter and wear Hello Kitty panties.”

6th: “Look away, you kind of look like you’re in agony…”

This from just a few examples.

i hope this man dies, the fact that he basically talked about raping her and taking advantage of a woman in her early 20s when shes desperately in need of money to survive & then acts confused as to why she would cry ??? die die die

[teacherfromthegreenlagoon]

One tough thing about teaching that no one ever prepares you for is that some of your students will be assholes.

I don't mean educationally maginalized or traumatized or neurodivergent. Because those students may have difficult behaviors, but they're still good kids. I mean privledged and entitled and spoiled and selfish and mean. And it's not always the straight white boy, where you can blame society.

And the thing about teaching students who are assholes is that you absolutely cannot treat them like they're assholes. They are children, and that means that they're learning and growing and you have an obligation to help them develop into the best version of themselves. And also you're legally required to teach them reading and writing, and they are legally entitled to a free and fair education, and fair means you can't ignore or dismiss them

So you start each day brand new and pack all of the negative interactions you had with them into a box and toss it out a window and hope that today will be better. You watch vigilantly for any sign of empathy or kindness, and when you see it, you go out of your way to reward it in the hopes that they'll do it more. You ignore a lot of the non-actionable shitty comments they make because what they're looking for is a reaction and you only want to give them positive attention. You force yourself to ask about their interests in the hopes that you can make a connection with them and then leverage that connection into something positive.

But you also have to watch out for the other students. You give advice to students to only keep friends that treat them well. You physically step between the asshole and whoever they're being an asshole to, giving that other student your positive attention instead of reprimanding the asshole, because the attention of the teacher is both a currency and a weapon. You teach short stories with poorly behaved characters and engage the class in discussions about the behavior, so the asshole doesn't feel singled out until their peers point out the similarities, and then you shut down the finger pointing because being put on the defensive will just make the asshole dig in their heels.

You have to walk a fine line between holding the asshole accountable and giving them room to show they're a better person. You give them more chances than you think they really deserve, but you also keep reciepts. They will always deny they've ever done anything wrong, but it's harder for them to argue against a list of "on this day you did X in this way," whereas it's easy for them to dismiss "you do X all the time." You have to remember that they still think they're a good person, and they will jump to the conclusion that they're being persecuted long before they take any responsibility for their behavior. Do not make comparisons between them and other students, not even in your head. Comparisons are just justifications, and a student's behavor should always be evaluated independently. If they bring up another student's behavior as a sheild for their own, refuse to engage with it. You're not going to talk to them about another student's behavior, only about their behavior. You do not hold grudges, even if they do. You talk to them in the same tone of voice that you do your favorite student.

At some point, and it usually comes in late winter, holding them acountable means being unfair. It's important that this transition happens privately (preserve their dignity) and explicitly. They deserve to know exactly which of their privileges is being revoked and for what reason (here's where the receipts come in). "I no longer trust you to use the drinking fountain during class because of X behavior, as shown on A, B, C, D, and E days. You'll need to bring a water bottle or wait until passing time." You also need to give them a measurable avenue to earn back your trust, "When you show me you can do X every day for two weeks," or at the very least a timeframe for the restriction, "We can revisit this at the end of the quarter." It's important they know they can still change and learn and grow. It's important you remember they can still learn and change and grow.

It's also important that you remember you're a person, and you deserve to be treated well. Sometimes that conflicts with your role as a teacher. Sometimes you'll have to pretend they didn't hurt you in the moment, but you still need to tend that wound. Care for yourself by investing more energy into the students who show they want to learn from you. Care for yourself by steping away from draining interactions or taking breaks. Care for yourself by getting a therapist you can vent to.

It's also important to remember you're an adult and your behavior must meet a higher standard. You are not just trying to teach the asshole how to be a better person, you are also teaching the entire class how a person with power and authority should treat those with less power than them. You don't get to retaliate or be petty or passive-aggressive. It's not in your curriculum.

It's also important to remember that the asshole is a human being that does not need to earn basic respect, even if they don't show basic respect themself. You don't have to like them. You do have to treat them with respect.

And most importantly, remember that the asshole is a child, and you know better than most that children change and grow, and you can't punish a child into learning. This student is not fated to always be an asshole. Maybe they will be, but maybe they'll learn something from you and become a better person. And even if they don't, you have so many other children learning from you, watching everything you say and do. Make sure you're giving the lesson you want them to learn. It will be up to them to learn it.

[wontyoubemypanacea]

December 18th, 2022

By the time I'm done cleaning my room, another milestone will have been completed in the journey towards becoming a visitor in the house I've lived in all my life.

I am cleaning it for a couple of reasons. The two reasons I tell my family are that it just needs to be done (because it does. it has been an unnavigable mess for over a year.) and that I want something to do over winter break. (I don't. I don't want to do anything except spend time with my family.)

The secret third reason, the one that I think they also know but we just don't talk about, is that I don't know when I will next be staying here long term. If all goes according to plan, I'm going to be in DC for the summer doing costuming work. I'll come home sometimes, probably for weekends, full weeks if I can get the time off arranged, but nothing more than a few weeks at a time, like breaks during the school year. I don't know if I will ever live here for longer than the month of winter break again.

I am all over this house. I am in pictures on the hallway near the kitchen, and on the shelves in my Dad's office. My old art from highschool is hanging on the basement door. The antique cabinet whose finish I destroyed with a pair of craft scissors when I was very young is still sitting in the dining room holding the little blue pottery castle I made in elementary school.

However, the most potent collection of me that exists in this house is my room. It doesn't look like it right now- it is a deconstruction of who I once was, missing all the pieces I really loved and took to college with me, the things lost in indecision literally strewn across the floor due to my poor time management, when I spent all night packing the night before I left for college, putting it off until the very last minute because I didn't want to go and leave it all behind again.

When I go back to school this time, I want my room back home to be a better representation of me. I want it to be me while I'm not here, for my family to be able to glance at it occasionally and see me in it, laying out outfits for an outing with my old highschool friends or re-reading my Professor Elemental comics or figuring out how to work my ancient CD player. I want to replace the wall space that once held all my posters and gifted art with my own art, even the stuff I don't really like, just to fill the empty space. I don't want it to seem like it does now, like no one lives here and no one has for a long time. I want my mom to be able to make it across the room to my laundry hamper, look inside and be surprised when there's nothing in it.

It is not going to be easy. A combination of sentimentality, a compulsive hatred of wastefulness and a desperate need for permanence makes it difficult for me to downsize and throw things away, which I know I will need to do to get things clean. My mom has suggested I start with easy stuff first- gift bags and boxes, stuff that isn't actually stuff, that I should have gotten rid of around the time I recieved their contents but didn't. That will be easy- though I do hate to waste a good, quality shoebox, I don't have any connection to these items. I will go through, looking sentimentally through all the reciepts at the bottoms and remembering what was in them once, and then they will go downstairs to join the collection of plastic grocery bags we keep to recycle.

Once that is sorted, I will start going through the bags of items I was going to bring to college but couldn't decide on, condensing those and then deciding: if I'm not taking them to college, and I'm not using them here, do I really need them? I will go around my room sorting category-by-category with this rationale. Books that don't live on my shelf at home or the one at college shall be judged into categories of "I am actually going to read this" or "I said I was going to read this but that was wishful thinking" and then sorted into piles and dealt with accordingly. Then, there will come clothing: "Does this fit the version of myself that I want to be?" which will usually be followed up by "Does it really make me happy, or does it just look cool in theory?" Clothing will be the hardest, preceded only by the books (of which I have collected far too many) but I think it is the most necessary, as making room in my dressers for things other than clothes will help get the clutter off of the floor and into storage.

It is going to be a long and emotionally draining process. It won't be helped by the fact that I will have to do it in shifts while bogged down with allergy medication the whole time. The room is incredibly dusty and my dust allergy is bad enough that even while on medication, I can't be moving stuff around in my room for more than an hour or two before my nose becomes a faucet and I can't breathe. It's not exactly like I can open up the windows and get some fresh air in the middle of December, either.

I've got a month to do it. There are a couple of other things I need to do over this break- we're visiting my great aunt latee today (I'm writing this at 3:41 AM after crying about everything) and going up to visit my aunt, uncle and their kids on Christmas day. I have a doctor's appointment on the 22nd, and I also have an unfortunately time-consuming Secret Santa gift I have to get done before the 22nd as well. I also want to mend those pants while I am here and Mom is around to provide guidance. I think I can mostly work around and incorporate those things into a schedule of cleaning my room a little bit each day. I'm going to start on the bags tomorrow once we get back from my great aunt's, and also finish writing and print my list of concerns before my doctor's appointment before I forget to do that.

I started off writing this note sobbing and upset about the concept of cleaning my room and what that meant. I am leaving it significantly calmer and more grounded, with a game plan of what I want to do. THIS is what I mean when I say that writing is (usually) the most effective tool for me to rationalize my thoughts. I can take all the thoughts ricocheting around my brain causing confusion and distress and then pin them down one by one in a straight line, eliminating the false conclusions the distress was leading me to and letting me come up with what I actually feel and how I want to deal with things. If anyone ever asks for an example, this is what I'm showing them.

[amakadoodles]

so, when is everyone gonna admit that gwen and cody both mutually love eachother?

[emptymanuscript]

Sorry - should have said "essentially this poll." This was... I dunno, time has lost all meaning, right around the time that California eased off mask restrictions, whenever that was. Last year? Two years ago. ??

So this is pretty much the only picture I can find that is supposedly of both Harve and Carole Bennet. Her professional name is Carole Patricia Oettinger but that doesn't bring up any pictures either.

Harve Bennett may be more recognizable in these pictures though:

Harve Bennett was one of the writers and producers of Star Trek 2 - 5. His IMDB page. He was involved with Star Trek the motion picture but in a smaller role. Credits for Carole are hard to come by. She was primarily a casting agent if I recall correctly but if memory also serves the other way around she did also work, uncredited, on the production. I'm fairly certain I've run into pictures of her doing work on the set. Just can't find them.

She eventually left Hollywood and went into a different profession and ended up in my hometown. And we live close enough together to at least once have ended up at the same shopping center together.

And as she is going back to her car, she sees mine next to it:

And she gets a kick out of my License plate, the powered by dilithium stick on, and the Vulcan Salute magnet which has since come off.

Which is fine. I'm still trying to get things like dog food and reciepts in order anyway and I enjoy trekkies getting a kick. So I slow down to give the couple time to laugh about it and appreciate it and after they walk off I'll move on. No problemo.

But then she comes and knocks on my passenger window. And I'm having my paranoid moment and social anxiety and mask worry and trying to make a machine work under pressure so it takes me a few minutes but I roll down the window and she says hi. And I say hi. And she says she loves the car and asks if I like Star Trek and I say I'm a trekkie.

Then she asks me which my favorite movie is. And I say that's tough. It's hard to pick a favorite. And she urges me to anyway. So I say that If I had to, it would be The Voyage Home. And she stares at me blankly. So I say, number four. Still blank. So I say the one with the whales and she smiles big. And only at that point does she say her and her ex-husband made them and do I know who Harve Bennett is? That's her ex.

And I recognize the name because I had just watched some theory or other about how all the original star trek movies were essentially an argument between Rodenberry and Shatner on one side and Bennett and Nimoy on the other, pretty much swapping movies back and forth and that's a large portion of why the evens are good and the odds not as much.

So it's a big wow. That's so cool. Which she agrees, it is very cool.

And then she goes back to her car with her new guy and they drive off.

Which leaves me in my car thinking that's very cool... but what the hell do I do with that??

As far as I've heard she's still alive and still living here. But, you know, probably no chance I'll ever run into her again. Or if I do it will be in my wife's truck which is covered in Star Wars decals. So...

Yeah.

It was cool and also very weird and very brief and I still don't know what to do with all that.

[mythiccheroacademia]

Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕

A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much

All characters are 18+

Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line 

Todoroki Shouto:

this mf has money to burn 

we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass 

he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy 

he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps 

he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then

he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy

todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms 

when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀 

best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀

he was a tough one

but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement

you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes

todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business 

it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way? 

he only wants to have conversations with you 

i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are

todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants 

but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for 

you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to 

he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip

next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp

you kind of panicked bc like...wtf? 

your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”

sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period

him: “Yes.”

and that was the end of that

you dont question anymore

he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance 

doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something

he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can

but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot

and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning 

he really fucks w your laid back vibe 

sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends 

Takami Kiego (Hawks):

this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy

he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious

so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this 

he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends 

the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity. 

you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since

so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some 

“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement” 

you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal 

hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy

he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”

he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line

it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice 

however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons

ngl his dicc game is fire

he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it 

just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit

if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken

he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go 

if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip 

but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet 

and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite

there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does 

he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”

if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk  

overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled

Mirodirya Izuku:  

the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident

the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful 

he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first

he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by 

it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one 

he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes

he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts

that’s when he made his decision

by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number 

“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”

and what did you do that night?

you called his ass right back

you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set

midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there 

you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days 

he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus

takes you out shopping unprovoked 

izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”

you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨  

you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer? 

it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps 

he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love

deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first

if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku

he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it

send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust 

when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you

you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly

soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week 

you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you 

he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself 

your next conversation works out well for the both of you 

[chibi-tsukiko]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGNUS BANE 🎉💜✨

Our favorite Harbringer of Debauchery, Glitter Cyclone, Free-wheeling Bisexual, Friend, and Father. The High Warlock of our hearts.

Thank you for constantly being a light in the darkness. For encouraging us to be confident in who we are and who we love. For showing us that family is found and a little glitter can go a long way. Thank you for reminding us that we can be anything, do anything, and achieve anything. And for teaching us that trust is not a weakness and we should always choose kindness.

Happy Birthday Magnus Bane, who saves the world, one wayward Shadowhunter at a time.

Thank you, Magnus for saving me.

Aku Cinta Kamu.

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Characters owned by @cassandraclare

⬇️ click here for details about the drawing

Since Magnus has been around for centuries, he’s had centuries worth of gifts, celebrations, and people that have come and gone in his life.

I wanted to do something that captured Magnus’ life through the centuries, but also showcased the most important thing he gained during all his years : Family.

The items :

I feel like most of them are self-explanitory, but I’ll explain some that might not be

A drawing of Magnus as a cat drawn by little Clary when Jocelyn would bring her by to have her memories erased. (i felt that magnus would keep it) 🐱

The fabric/tapestry is from a common item that was sold in the Indonesean Market between the 15th and 16th century, Magnus was born in the 16th century I figured it’d be something he would have seen. Shoutout to google.

Finally the reciept from Alec & Magnus first date, complete with everythinf they ordered and “werewolf rights” written across the bottom 😂🙄

So there you have it! There was a lot of planning with this one 😆 I hope you like it!

If you read through this! Shout out to you! ♥️

Tag List : @littleturtle95 @rxzrushaya @tobeornottobetequila @morgnstern @zfoxdraws @magnuslightwood-bane @bookworm-jedi @magnus-the-maqnificent @banesbitch @fair-but-wilde-child @beclynn-herondale @khaleesiofalicante @lizlightwoodherondale

[trblhyuns]

imagine us. (pt.1 and we were eating)

pairing// hyunjin-reader main  &&lil chan-reader for a little

tws// use of drugs and alcohol, suggestive scenes, hyunjin can be a dick sometimes and it hurts

— lighthearted

prologue / masterlist / pt.2

pt.1 wc: 1989

his cologne caught my nose. it smells just like the one i had got for my little brother this past christmas. when my brother wore it it smelt nice, and i liked the undernotes but on him, it just smelt weird. but now i could smell the same undertone and it was pleasingly sweet, but mostly smelled like dude. not like locker room dude but like shaves his face with a straight razor, changes his own oil, shops at nordstrom rack dude. my brother said he wanted it because he saw it in some pickup artist video saying that it was the best scent to get girls. i wonder if he got it because of that video too. not saying that if i smelled it on my brother that i would find him attractive too. ew. i know that scents change depending on the person who is wearing them. but the smell, or more likely the aura radiating off this guy is making my head turn.

i can only catch a glimpse of the head of hair on this guy. blonde and long. like the barbies i used to play with my elementary school when i would spend the night. i want to see more of him. his smell is luring me in. i feel like a dog looking for a treat that it hid months ago.

"why do you keep looking at the booth behind you" jisung looks into me, using scissors to cut the sizzling pork belly into small pieces. i fold into myself watching the pieces fall onto the round charcoal grill between us. "you're so weird." he shakes his head before going back to grilling the meat.

"okay try to see past all the smell of the expensive meat, which i am paying for, may remind you before you call me weird. but you smell that?" he looks at me while squinting his eyes, slowly he puts down the tongs and scissors. his fingers stroke his chin and within a few moments his features scrunch up.

"yeah i smell that. oh my god."

"really? i thought i was crazy." relief falls over me. i'm not the only one who can smell it.

"yeah it smells so fucking bad, it's like there is a y/n here stinking the whole restaurant up. yeah, i don't think i can eat anymore" he drops his hands on the table. my eyes droop. i look up at him from hooded lids, trying to put on the most deadpan face i can.

"yeah, i think you're paying now buddy."

"but y/n~~~ i was like um just playing, but for real it smells like dude. you know when you come to the studio with me and the middle schoolers leave because the youth classes end. yeah, yeah. like when the youth classes end. onions and axe." i chuckle at his response before grabbing a piece of the now grilled pork belly off the grill and putting it on my plate. i can not express how excited i am to eat this pork belly. it distracts me enough from what we were talking about before, and as i am ready to bring the food up to my mouth i am soon more distracted by the sound of the tall man scooting out from the booth behind me, napkin clad in hand making his way over to the buffet, probably to get more sides.

"jisung do you need more sides?"

"no, i need more front."

"what?" i looked at him puzzled trying to figure out what he means.

"i need to see the front of that guy who smells like onions and axe, was that what you were trying to look at in the booth behind you. because i'm going to let you know right now, just by looking at the back of onion and axe guy you have no chance."

i stare at him again.

"bitch what the fuck." jisung puts his hand up to his forehead, which i just flicked. "again, i was just joking gotdamn. if you want to talk to him this is your chance i guess. i want more radish now be nice and go get me some since you just flicked me." i roll my eyes still staring while my eyes close into a tight glare shooting at him. i look over at the buffet, and he is nowhere to be seen. usually, by now i would have kicked jisung under the table for being so mean, but he was right. this was a good time to go see what this guy was all about. and, i want to smell him. as appetizing as this porkbelly smells, and how much i was craving to eat it, he smells more delicious. but jisung's words play in my head again onions and axe. it makes me chuckle.

i get up and make my way towards the buffet. it's the dinner rush, and since this was the only good bbq spot in the town at the moment, i have to dodge busy servers, and the sound of conversations, and maybe even a fighting couple pass by me as i make my way over.

trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, i try to look around me taking in the surroundings of the restaurant, but trying to spot the full head of blonde hair. i put the plastic gloves over my hands, grabbing a plate from under the food, and then mindlessly— and may i add very slowly— put things onto the plate. i see him a bit of the way over just staring at the meat fridge. the blonde hair pulls me in and i'm about to make my move before i feel a sting on my face. quickly i wipe my hand over my face trying to scratch before i realize i now have the residue of whatever was on my gloves, but what's even worse i don't have my mask on. the blood rushes to my face as i quickly make my way back to the booth where jisung is waiting for me.

"dude you didn't even get any radish." he looks at me, looking like he is trying to hold back his laughter as he throws a napkin at my face.

"do you think he saw me, oh my god, what if he did, he probably thinks i'm some freak anti-masker trying to spread my germs to everyone."

"i mean i would." jisung retorts at me.

"you're such a dick" i throw my crumpled-up napkin back at him.

"yeah but who begged me to come out to eat with her, and who made me cancel my studio time just because little y/n can't grill food by herself, and can't stand the thought of eating out alone." his pout becomes deeper with each word he says, and his voice becomes squeaker at the same rate.

"yeah but who gets to eat for free?" i imitate him. this makes him purse his lips, a playful look on his face as he goes back to eating the sides i brought back from the buffet. he looks around before eyeing the direction of the buffet.

"yoooo YOOOOOOOO y/n y/n y/n. i know that guy." he has a surprised look on his face, but not hiding the fact that he is a little excited. like a little lab dog. i open my eyes wide, ready to hear how i can get closer to him. "i've seen him at the studio before. you know that guy chan i have been trying to get you to bang so i can live vicariously through you, yeah i think he is friends with him."

"first of all, i don't know why you keep trying to live vicariously through me. especially since the situation is me having sex with chan. because you are like. straight. but maybe i should hit up chan now haha." i play with the straw that's sitting in my water cup while jisung pulls out his phone, scrolling through. he looked so focused, a look i only see when he is trying to mix a new track, or while he stares at himself in the mirror while dancing. i wait there for a while, distributing the rest of the cooked meat between us. before i can start to eat jisung shoves his phone in my face.

"okay i got his snapchat and apparently he is here with this girl as you can see by the story i am showing you right now." that was quick, but expected from jisung.

i take his phone out of his hands, holding it closer to my face so i can read the caption better. remembering that they are in the booth behind us, i remember to lower my voice before i speak.

"okay first of all who comes to a bbq place and orders off the kitchen menu. and do you think they are dating, like is the emoji meant to be about her or the food, and do you think she is eating the food he is grilling, or do you think she is the type to eat salads on dates to seem more feminine." i start to ramble, obviously jealous over a girl i don't know over a guy i don't know. things have been dry for me lately. school has taken over my life. occasionally i will go out to the club, or the rare party, but being friends with jisung who doesn't get out as much as he used to, i just have never have an excuse to go out and meet more people. this is the action and drama i need in my life right now.

"okay, first of all, y/n you said a lot, and it is a lot to unpack. and i don't know if you know her and have some grudge or sum, but i think you are just reading too much into it." and he's right. i have only seen this guy's face like once, and maybe got a good whiff of him, but i feel like i'm going crazy for no reason. oh my god, i am so deprived of any interaction with anyone.

"let's just forget about it and get the bill. he has a girl so my window has closed." jisung nods in approval and goes to finishing his food. we continue to make small talk and joke around. the server comes to the table black book in hand. i put my card in and wait for him to come back with the reciept.

"wait y/n your tipping too right."

"oh my god jisung, just how broke are you?"

"i'm not broke i'm just trying to save up for these nice ass headphones and i just wanted to ask you to break our little you pay and i tip streak so i can keep a little extra cash so i can hear porn in HD audio."

"okay, okay, just stop talking, gosh. what is up with you today." the server comes back and i scribble in the tip and total before looking at jisung signaling to him to get up.

"nothin.'' he smiles at me as he scoots out from the booth grabbing his bag. "so now that you know that pretty guy isn't available will you FINALLY hit up chan. he has been asking about you." we are walking out of the restaurant now. standing out on the side walk beside the main road. there is traffic tonight downtown, like always. the older people are making their way out of the restaurants, and closing their tabs at bars. the bouncers are going to come out soon, ready to take only the obviously fake ids, and i can imagine a few hours from now the barely dressed girls on the backs of guys they met dancing stumbling down the concrete, or the older college kids playing pool instead of getting wasted.

"i guess now i will."

[brelione]

A Start (JJ X Reader X Rafe)

A Glitch In the System:Chapter Two

Chapter One

(Y/N)

You felt the slight itch on your arm, knowing there’d be messages written all across if you pulled up your sleeves.The car driving by slowed down ever so slightly, making you and Max speed up, taking a short cut down the hill.

 “Yeah, no.Im not down to get axe murdered unless its by Tessa Thompson.”They laughed, kicking the ground to make sure they werent too close to any puddles. “Can you get your lighter out, please?”They asked.You sighed, digging your hand into your pocket, pushing down so a faint light came from it.Thats when you noticed the words written all over your right hand. 

Im a slytherin+scorpio and my favorite food is oranges

Wow, good for them. “What?”Max asked, noticing you had stopped.They gripped your wrist, laughing at the messages. “Come on, you have to write back!What’s the worse that can happen?”They asked, beginning to walk quicker than usual.

Your house wasnt far, only a ten minute walk or so. “I dont want them to think that im interested, I dont want to get my heart broken.”You answered, holding your hand at the side of your lighter, seeing more words spread across your palm. 

“Its your soulmate!They literally cant break your heart-thats literally the whole point, dumb bitch.”They shook their head, their curls bouncing as they did so.You rolled your eyes, continuing your walk. 

“Yeah?So then why dont you write to yours, Maximus Prime?”You asked, hearing them sigh.You grinned to yourself, knowing that you had won. “Maybe I just dont have one, i dont know.Or they’re a sociopath and cant feel love so it doesnt work.”They replied, catching themselves on a tree branch after almost tripping on the large rock.

You sighed, dragging your foot along the dirt in front of you, hoping that you wouldnt fall into the stream again.It was only a few feet across and only a few inches deep but the brown water never came out of socks and gave the soles of your shoes an awful smell.

You found a twig on the ground, lighting the end of it. “(Y/N)-thats such a bad idea!You’re gonna set the whole forest on fire or something.”Max protested, watching anxiously as you tip toed on the wet rocks, getting onto the green grass at your end of the stream, waving the flaming twig in front of you.

You held the twig between your fingernails, the wood already burned halfway.Max sighed, carefully making their way across. “Can you put that out, please?”They asked.You laughed quietly, giving it a few harsh waves in the air before the flame went out, tossing what was left into the water. 

“You’re such a pussy.”You shook your head, making your way across the grass until you got to your fence, punching in the code so you could get into your backyard.The two of you made you way carefully across the yard, blindly reaching for the door knob and smacking the light switch to light up the kitchen.

Max immediately rushed to open a drawer, finding a green sharpie highlighter that was probably a couple years old before grabbing your arm and forcing you to sit down at your kitchen table.You rolled up your sleeves, showing off both of your arms for them to read.

 “One of them is in Slytherin?I dont see how that could work out.”They grumbled, opening the cap of the marker and rubbing the green ink against your skin to cross out the word.You sighed, listening to them rant about how you were lucky that you had options. 

“You should answer the questions.”They told you, handing you the sharpie.At this point they had crossed out slytherin, scorpio and oranges. “I mean...they’re a slytherin scorpio that likes citrus.That means that they’re a hot psychopath and you should just go for it.”They watched as you used the sharpie, pressing the tip of the marker against your skin to make finer lines.

You wrote your zodiac sign, eye color, favorite fruit.They hadnt left enough space for you to answer anything else.Max was watching intently, pouting when you stopped. “What are you doing?You guys are just getting to know eachother!”They exclaimed, wanting you to write more.

You laughed, pulling your sleeve back down. “The dumb whore didnt leave any space for me to write.”You answered, immediately feeling the light itch of more questions being written.

They simply sighed, grabbing a beer from your fridge and using their fingernails to open it. “But its a start.Can we please call JJ?Please?”They were practically begging you, taking a quick sip of beer before taking your phone from the pocket of your leather coat.

Rafe

Rafe sat anxiously, watching as green ink scribbled out the words along his palm.No words yet.He was trying to think of other things to ask or anything to break the ice.What was her name?What was her ideal first date?Did she like milk chocolate or dark chocolate?Did she like chocolate at all?

He twisted his arm, trying to see what she was writing.Her handwriting was a lot better than his for sure.Ward had complained multiple times that he still wrote like a toddler even on important documents and assignments.His eyebrows furrowed as he watched the name of her zodiac sign appear, reaching frantically for his phone to see if they were compatible.

Then she kept writing, answering the questions until there was barely any space left.His heart was thumping, taking a quick photo before rushing into his bathroom to scrub off the ink so he had a clean slate to write on.The green sharpie stayed, a few gaps between her words.

He dried it off as quick as he could so the ink wouldnt run before grabbing his crayola marker again to ask what her name was and where she was from and how old she was.He was laughing, a few tears falling from his eyes.

She was alive and she was out there and she was talking to him.He frowned when she didnt answer immediately but at least he knew that she was alive and well enough to write.That was a start.

(Y/N)

“Max!Now they’re asking more questions-im over this.”You placed the sharpie back down, seeing more marker spread across your arm.Max frowned, wanting to see the questions that they were writing before you covered it back up. 

“Well that sucks but that doesnt mean that JJ Maybank is like that!Lets at least try talking to JJ-maybe they wont ask as many questions.”Max replied, giving you a pout as they fluttered their long eyelashes at you.

You glared at them for a moment before finally giving in, typing the number from your arm into your phone. “What do I say?I cant exactly be like ‘oh yeah im your soulmate’ like thats so weird.”You sighed, staring at the screen.

They bit the inside of their cheeks, making a fish-like face. “Why would that be weird?They wrote their number so it only makes sense.”Max explained, getting up with the beer in their hand as they leaned over your shoulder.

You:Bitch.

Max smacked your arm. “Really?Come on!This is the person you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with and thats the first thing you’re gonna say to them?”They asked, sighing.

You couldnt understand why they cared so much about what you had to say to your soulmate when they couldnt even bring themselves to talk to theirs. “Yeah, it is.If we’re truly meant to be they’ll find it funny.”You shrugged, watching the screen and waiting for an answer.

JJ

JJ laughed at a stupid joke John.B had made, taking a sip of beer when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.All of his friends were here and their phones were nowhere to be soon so who on earth was trying to talk to him?His eyebrows knit together as he pulled out his phone, unlocking it and seeing a message from an unknown number.

The pogues noticed his silence, watching him. “Guys-guys!”He exclaimed, standing up. “What?”Pope asked, not understanding what was going on or if he had somehow missed something. “I think my soulmate just texted me.”The blonde replied, staring at his phone.

Shouts came from the group, none of them really making sense but more of just excited squeaks and screams. “What’d they say?”John.B asked, grabbing JJ by the shoulders in attempts to see the phone. “They called me a bitch!”JJ exclaimed, jumping up and down.

 “ANSWER IT!”Kiara shouted, grabbing JJ’s wrist.He laughed, cheeks bright red.He typed quickly, deleting half of what he wrote before deleting the whole thing. 

“What are you saying?Use proper grammar and dont mess up!”Pope exclaimed, joining in on the attack on his friend, trying to see the screen past John.B and Kiara. “Is this my soulmate?”He sent it before his friends could judge his life choices, waiting anxiously for an answer. 

“Idk.Guess.”Was the answer he got. “What’d they say?”Kiara shouted, hurting his ears a bit. “Here!Read it!”He exclaimed, showing her the screen. “I wish mine would answer that quick.”Pope sighed, looking down at the silver ink across his wrist that hadnt gotten a reply yet. 

“Aww, dont be like that!They’ll answer eventually, took mine like five months to answer and I still dont know who the hell they are.”John.B patted his friend on the back. 

“I think you are.”JJ typed quickly, checking it over a few times before sending it.He saw a read reciept, three gray dots floating across his screen before a message finally came along with a slight vibration of his phone.

 “Then you’re right, Maybank.”He smiled at the message, sighing softly before sitting back down, all other things that he had been thinking about had quickly been forgotten. 

“So you know my name so can I know yours?”He typed quickly, not even caring about grammar.It made enough sense for someone to read it and understand the question.

(Y/N)

You showed Max the message, trying to figure out what to do.The way this one wrote was a lot better, not jumping straight into a ton of questions.Max was a grinning mess, watching as you typed. “(Y/N).”You typed back, heartbeat quickening as you sent it.

You waited for a reply, feeling a bit sick as you saw that they were typing. “Cool.So how are you?”They asked.You laughed, sighing.Every single day since you got your mark they had told you their name and their first question was to ask how you were.

It was pretty funny.But then again they could be just like you and not really care that much. “Are you gonna reply?”They asked, hugging you from behind.You sighed, looking up at them. “Im not going to now just to spite you.”You replied, feeling them squeeze you harder. “Thats such a dry question.”You replied, biting your bottom lip. 

JJ:Sorry lmao

JJ:If you could fly or breath underwater which would you choose

That was a much better question.

You:What makes you think I cant already fly?

Max was reading over your shoulder, brown eyes moving quickly. “Ask them their gender or for a picture of them or something.”They offered you a sip of their beer.You huffed, thinking about it.

Maybe one of your soulmates was a boy and the other was a girl or something like that.Could that even happen?Max would probably know but you didnt want to them to start ranting about every soulmate story and all the possibilities and percentages and death rates and theories.

JJ:Can you?

You:Nope.I’d rather breath underwater.

JJ:Why?

You thought about it.Neither really seemed like good options.The only superpower that would really matter woud be mind reading.That could get you everything you ever wanted and more.

You:Because swimming with whales and turtles would be fucking awesome like you could swim forever and get a fake mermaid tail and just vibe and sleep underwater and talk like imagine that though

JJ

“What are you guys talking about?”John.B asked, trying his best to keep up with the situation while Kiara started to make a whole pinterest board of first date and wedding ideas.

The pogues would all be lying if they said that they thought that JJ’s soulmate would ever answer.They were sure that they would be dead or something like that.But now that they were alive and well it changed everything.

 “Superpowers.”JJ replied, typing quickly. “right but if you can fly then you can go wherever you want whenever you want and your skin wouldnt wrinkle up like a raisin and when you got tired you could just catch a ride on a dragon or a plane or a hot air balloon or something and you would never have to worry about being on a plane and crashing or car crashes off of a cliff”he typed, hoping it wasnt too morbid.

He took in a deep breath, thinking of all the questions he had always wanted to ask.Where did they live?Did they like dogs or cats?Did they know how to surf?Did they prefer movies or TV shows?He didnt want to ask too many questions too fast. 

“But mermaids.”They replied.He simply smiled, letting out a soft sigh.He still knew pretty much nothing about (Y/N) but every relationship had to start somewhere.He was already thinking of nicknames to call them, trying to picture them in his mind.

Were they a boy or a girl?How tall were they?Did they have freckles or pierced ears?What kind of clothes did they wear?Would (Y/N) like him if they had just met him before knowing that they were soulmates?What was their type?Did he fit their type?Would they be dissapointed when they finally met him?

“Can I ask a quick question?doesnt matter if you answer or not just curious”He sent the message, tapping his foot nervously.His phone vibrated, bringing his attention back to the device.

 “just ask the question.”(Y/N) answered. “What’s your gender and pronouns”he typed back.He had always assumed his soulmate was a girl but he didnt want to be rude or disrespectful towards the person he was going to marry some day.

(Y/N)

You smiled at the message, showing Max. “Yeah, this one wins.”You told them, typing back. “She/her and I identify as a girl.You?”You typed back.You were still hoping for a girl but you could accept anyone who could respect gender and pronouns.That was a good sign.

 “He/him and I identify as a dude.Sorry if im not what you expected.”he typed back.It was pretty cool that he didnt just assume that you were a straight girl. “I was hoping for a cottagecore lesbian ngl.”You typed back, biting your fingernail with a stupid love sick smile.

You already liked him.He seemed pretty great so far.You just had to hope that he wasnt putting up a front. “Im sorry lmao I can learn to bake bread and put on a dress if you want.”He replied.You were a smiling mess as you read the message, showing it to Max.

 “See!I told you it was a good idea!”They grinned, pulling off their jacket before pulling off their shirt leaving them in just their binder and large jeans. “If its such a good idea then you need to talk to your soulmate and it’ll have a good outcome.”You answered, seeing them roll their eyes. “Dont contradict yourself, Max.”You replied, going back to typing. “We gotta live in a cottage at least.”You typed.

Rafe

He didnt know what he expected to happen.He always imagined it as the first conversation being perfect and meaningful and being able to say ‘i love you’ after a week and then meet up for a date.

He just wanted to know everything about her.He wondered what her hugs felt like or what her kisses would feel like against his neck or how she’d look in his clothes.

He thought back to the dates he had made up in his head every night before he went to bed.Going to midsummers together, going mini golfing or getting icecream together and eating it on the beach.

He just wanted to know what true and perfect love would feel like.Could he provide the love and care that she deserved?Was she meant to fix everything that was wrong with him or was she meant to teach him how to be the good person that he always wanted to be?

With a slightly shaky hand he dragged the tip of a pen along his skin, writing his phone number as nicely as possible.That would make things a lot easier for her.

JJ

By now all the pogues had fallen asleep inside of John.B’s house but JJ was still in the hammock, swinging back and forth as he held his hot phone, texting (Y/N) until the sun was rising and he couldnt get anymore answers.

That meant she was probably asleep and he should be too, letting the phone rest against his chest before slowly falling asleep.At earlier than 10 in the morning he was shaken awake by Kiara. 

“JJ!JJ!JJ!My soulmate wrote to me!”She exclaimed, showing her friend her arm that had a phone number and a name written on it in green highlighter.

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SUMMARY OF QUACKITY'S STREAM "ANNOUNCING MY OFFICIAL MINECRAFT PRESIDENCY RUNNING MATE" before the debate

in this stream quackity and his running mate georgenotfound debated their opponent, wilbur soot and tommyinnit in court, explaining why people should vote for #swag2020 or for #pog2020

1. quackity revealed who his running mate is, it's georgenotfound

2. tommy assassinated quackity, shooting him with a bow and arrow, tommy was originally aiming for georgenotfound

3. tommy shows quackity the "BIG Q'S WALL OF SINS", which is basically signs written with quackity's tweets that has been butchered in order to make it sound bad.

"never gonna stop fucking you guys" is written in one of the signs, while the original tweet is "never gonna stop saying this shit, I'm so fucking grateful for all your fucking support, thank you all for changing my life, i love you all so much" etc.

4. tommy and wilbur make fun of quackity for tweeting "damn you ever go owo", acting disgusted, quackity brings up the fact that fundy (which is a furry) is currently with them right now "you are insulting his culture" quackity told tommy and wilbur, wilbur told fundy that "quackity should know better", thus making fundy reply "so does that mean i should know better?" wilbur rambled a little and said "hes my son"

5. Tommy says he likes anime, quackity punches tommy and wilbur says "thank you", "tommy asked does that mean you dont like me", wilbur replied "no tommy i like you alot i just wish you wouldnt say weeb shit", tommy explained how majority of the people are anime fans, then wilbur announced "i love the anime" in a mocking manner.

6. quackity breaks the signs, considering it's fake and slander.

7. tommy made fun of quackity having a "second face" due to his condition, quackity called tommy and wilbur immature. quackity showed his "second face" they immediately made fun of his condition.

8. Quackity tells tommy that they should set up a debate, telling tommy if "they are too scared to debate him and george".

9. quackity told wilbur that it seemed like tommy was doing far more work than wilbur is doing.

10. wilbur says he does not understand any word they're saying, quackity said "your president can't even listen" also telling them that "your president is deaf and old, why dont we do a debate"

11. wilbur says random words that weren't connected in any way about the topic, quackity quickly told tommy "your president is senile! #wilburissenile #thepresidentissenile"

12. quackity tells wilbur "lets just debate it out" they go to the court.

13. on their way to the court wilbur asked "quackity do you have a running mate", quackity said "yes its mr. georgenotfound is my running mate" wilbur and tommy immediately said "fuck"

14. wilbur then suggested since he and quackity will debate, it makes sense that tommy and george will also debate, quackity agrees.

15. quackity says to the chat "im so fucking ready, now you may not know this about me but im a law student". also saying that "me and george, we are very smart people, im a law student, and debating is my specialty." saying how he's so ready and that he'll bring everyone together.

16. tommy and wilbur tried to kill george claiming he "slipped"

17. they arrived in court, quackity warns wilbur that he's a law student.

18. quackity calls george, they have a discussion, george said "i think they're ridiculous, they murdered you once and tried to murder me", quackity told him "dont you think these guys are too unstable to be president?" george agreed, quackity brings up the fact that he's a law student to george, and he tells george that "and i know you're a very smart man george" and asked him if he's good at debating, george said "we'll see we'll see, im only debating tommyinnit" quackity said "its like taking candy from a child"

19. quackity explains to george what would happen in court.

20. wilbur told fundy "this is your moment to choose fundy, do you take your father or Big Q, fundy told him "i take neither i run my own presidency" quackity says "get the crazy person out of court", fundy tells wilbur that "you have leadership, you know what you doin, you have charisma, you got a suit you lookin good i saw your tweet, but there's one thing that you're missing, i have a bakery and i can deliver cookies and ice cream to all my citizens, i dont have much more but that i do have" but wilbur told him he missed the ballot. "someone get the homeless man out of the court" quackity said.

21. quackity says "fellas what fundy doesn't wanna tell ya is he supports me because he himself told me that he wanted to support me" tommy asks "fundy say this to us is this true", quackity told fundy "fundy listen i dont wanna pull up the reciepts fundy, you gotta just admit it, just admit it fundy" fundy asks quackity "do you have cookies and ice cream" quackity replied "i have 10 bakeries fundy and I'll get 10 more if you side with me" fundy asked if that's the truth and quackity said yes. wilbur gasps "no" then said "fundy what does this mean what are you saying fundy", fundy said. "i support quackity"

22. tommy says "we may not have fundy, or this guy, but we have someone better, vikkstar" quackity told tommy "look tommy you have vikkstar but you know what I'll have soon? KSI".

23. wilbur says "my own son"

24. wilbur says he wants to debate. quackity agrees.

25. mediator is karl jacobs, the debate starts.

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