#some of y'all wonder why kids aren't listening to you???

[everydayyoulovemeless]

I love your stuff! I was wondering, could we just get some grab bag headcanons for the companions (SFW or NSFW is fine)

Random Headcanons For The Fo4 Companions

➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Fluff ➼ A/N » I'm guessing this was meant for the fo4 companions, but if not I'd be happy to do the others!

MacCready can't sleep unless he's curled into a ball. He always wakes up with his spine hurting and his back all hunched over, and he never suspects the reason could be his sleeping habits.

Nick realizes that he's not the most approachable-looking man out there, so he always makes a point to buy the kids in Diamond City a bowl of noodles so that they aren't as afraid of him as they might already be.

Cait knows how to do tattoos and is actually really good and diligent whenever it comes to doing one.

Danse has no internal compass and gets lost incredibly easily, but you'd never know it with how confident he seems when leading.

Preston grew up as an orphan and sees Mama Murphy as his only mother figure. It's also why he has such a soft spot for struggling wastelanders, especially when they're kids.

Codsworth likes to collect old-world trinkets in memory of the life he once lived. He also thinks that putting them up gives your home its old charm back. (especially pre-war money, he likes to joke that y'all are rich even thought the currency died).

Piper loves it when people are shorter than her. She's one of those people who is constantly making jokes about her shorter friends. She'll rest her arm on their head/shoulder or simply throw her hat on their head. She thinks short people are adorable and teases them as much as possible.

Curie has horrible eyesight in her synth body and needs to squint really hard to see things that are farther away.

Strong can sit and stare at those milk vending machines forever. He's like a child in front of an iPad whenever he spots one. He's always trying to figure out what this box has to do with human strength.

Hancock really likes to read, which never fails to surprise a lot of people when he mentions it. Granted, he's not into novels, but he can't seem to get enough of the historical textbooks and pamphlets he finds around the Commonwealth.

Deacon is just as obsessed with the Unstoppables as Kent is. In fact, most of his disguises or personalities are based on one of the characters in the pre-war comics.

X6-88 is a huge germaphobe and hates it when he has to leave the Institute with you. He'll clean your settlements whenever he finds the time and will fight in such a way that he can avoid getting blood on him.

Dogmeat adores baseball and gets super excited whenever he sees something related to the sport (especially when someone throws a baseball for him).

Old Longfellow loves the classical radio station, and it is all he ever really listens to when he's in his cabin.

Gage is allergic to dogs and visibly tenses up whenever he hears a mongrel start barking.

[daandyli0n]

so. hey fnaf fans. i had A Thought.

do y'all think that any of the MCI kids + Charlie and the Crying Child (i call him Adrian) just hung out with lonely kids in the restaurants? do you think they ever said or did anything odd that the living kids just kinda brushed off at the time?

like, hear me out:

- Charlie letting overwhelmed or bullied kids spend time in the Prize Corner during the quieter times, away from the loud music near the stage and away from other kids. they'd draw, vent about their problems, or even just talk about their days. all while Charlie would just quietly listen and nod, giving advice where she believes it's appropriate.

and sure, she looks like she's wearing makeup to look similar to the Puppet, but hey, they aren't gonna judge! it looks nice on her anyway.

- Susie watching others play games in the arcades, sometimes telling them how to win. she looks and acts like a bubbly six-year-old who just wants someone to talk to and play with. she even rambles on about her dog when she's allowed to.

sometimes she seems really sad and quiet, talking about how she wants to go home, how she still hurts, and how she doesn't understand why she cant leave. some kids try to help her find her parents, to convince hem to take her home, but they don't have any luck. she seems to disappear into the crowds shortly afterwards, though.

- Gabriel always wants to watch the band, and sometimes kids will see him sitting near the stage, still watching and listening. other times they see him, he's always hiding behind corners, in the shadows.

sometimes, he doesn't even say anything. if people interact with him, he'll run off into other rooms, only to mysteriously vanish.

- Jeremy, the prankster he was in life, constantly makes funny faces at other kids, sometimes making them laugh, other times annoying them. he jokes with scared, sad kids, playing games with them.

the kids do wonder, though, why adults ask who they're laughing at. can't they see the boy making silly faces at them?

- Fritz, usually off by himself while watching Foxy's shows, generally attracts other lonely kids to him like moths to a flame. they sit near him, trying to give him company. sometimes they'd talk about pirates with him.

however, when people would ask who they were talking to, they'd try to introduce him, only for him to be gone. what's more, he'd always seem to disappear when Foxy was done performing...

- sometimes, kids are just assholes. they find keys to the Backstage area, dare their friends to go back there, only to lock them in. those kids find two oddities back there, after they manage to calm down enough, obviously. one was a weird golden bear, looking eerily similar to Freddy, only his bowtie and hat were purple and he wore a purple vest. the other oddity? this weird kid who called themself Cassidy. they'd keep the kids company, talking with them, giving them a nice distraction until an employee came to get them out.

however...one little girl tells a weird story. in her case, the man who came to get her was some guy with the name "Dave." upon him unlocking the door, Cassidy had gone from calm, happy to talk, to almost dead silent, a death grip on her arm. "Mr. Dave," as she'd called him, could clearly see her and Cassidy...but he almost seemed more shocked to see Cassidy. as she tried to get up to leave, Cassidy wouldn't get up from the floor, still holding onto her arm for dear life, still giving "Dave" a death stare. eventually, they let her go, but she felt panicked as "Dave" took her out and locked the door, Cassidy still inside. she stared at the door for a couple of more hours until she left, and then...Cassidy was outside again. she just remembers them hugging her, muttering something about just being worried that she'd get hurt, and then declining as she offered to let them come home with her. her mom got worried about the clear as day bruise on her arm, but more concerned about the fact that she said that another kid gave it to her. she never saw Cassidy again after that day.

(Afton knows he could've done something that day. the opportunity was practically handed to him on a silver platter; a young child, alone, in the backroom, on a day the cameras were malfunctioning. it would've been far too easy.

but, well, Cassidy was right there too, and they clearly weren't going to let him remotely hurt her. they had her arm in a grip so hard that he's shocked it only left a bruise, not outright broken it. he knows that Cassidy was holding back. had he tried to even tried hurting her? whatever restraint Cassidy had would've gone right out the window.)

- kids would find Adrian off on his own, crying. some kids would offer to sit with him, or show him the animatronics. upon seeing how scared he was, some would either decide to sit with him, just to give him company, or promise to stand between him and the animatronics, so that he wouldn't have to see them. other times, he'd approach kids who were scared, upset, or crying, and sit with them. some of them would talk about how they were called "crybabies" or "scaredy-cats." he would just nod. "It's okay. I've been called those things, too." sometimes he suggests that maybe they could hold hands and watch the animatronics together, so maybe they'd both be less scared (he remembers Cassidy doing it with him, all the way back then. he wants to help other kids like Cassidy helped him).

some kids do have to wonder, though...why is he always crying? and why does he always wear bandages on his head? did he get hurt?

of course, years go by, and memories fade, but not always completely. those with more odd experiences would look up the names of the kids they met, wondering where those kids ended up.

they find newspaper articles, kids who vanished years before they would be encountered, missing children posters with smiling photos of kids, taken in the days, weeks, months before they disappeared. they still looked the exact same as they did when they went missing. they find two other articles: one on a girl who was slain and then left for dead in the alley at Freddy's, and a boy who lost his life in a tragic prank gone wrong. suddenly, other details line up for the now-adults, remembering those odd kids they met. their pale skin. their oddly quiet nature. adults and other kids not seeing them. the vanishing into the shadows within seconds.

and it makes these adults wonder, with a growing feeling of dread in their guts:

what exactly had they encountered at Freddy's when they were kids? odd children, or spirits that roamed Freddy's halls?

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 Rewatch 2023 Live blog 1.10

I am become death

go me. i literally did this while the lasagne was in the oven. you would be surprised at how much you can get done while the oven is doing its job.

anyway. i hope these liveblogs aren't too long for y'all but i guess no one has to read them if they are. after the jump

Ooh. Dead body parts. Yikes. first shot

A crater and burning ship. Finn is trying to protect Clarke from being out here, and Raven is like, her mom was here. She's looking for awswers.

Bellamy blames Finn for the grounders coming. Finn blames him for bringing guns. Ravne says if he didn't we'd all be dead. Raven finds hydrozine. Is that a real thing or a sff fuel? Energy sources in sff are cool. Want a magic powered ship? Just make up an energy source. Wait maybe hydrazine is real i really don't know.

OH LOOK baby Harper who is crushing on Jasper, who is pretendign to be a great warrior. Monty is like let us have this. The geeks.

All the delinquents are getting trigger happy. OHHH. It's MURPHY i forgot about that. Poor guy got tortured worse than Lincoln.

Bellamy wants to kill him for coming back. We hanged him we banished him and now we're gonna kill him. Clarke thinks Finn is right.

His fingenails were torn off. Murphy told them EVERYTHING.

Aww baby harper in her head band. Flattering Jasper. Wants to come by his tent after shift and Jasper is too busy for her. WTF. Loser. Monty can't believe it. Then Jasper calls her "low hanging fruit." Gotta say that was one of the things made me not like Jasper.

Jasper tells him Octavia isn't into him. And then Jasper says he's jealous that people think he's cool and then kicks him out of his damn tent. Jasper. You prick. This rewatch is solidifying my least favorite characters.

Clarke and Raven trying to listen to the Ark but there's NO SIGNAL whatsoever. Raven trying to make nice, apologize for her mom. And then Clarke's eyes start bleeding. Oh now Conor is coughing and bleeding. Now the other kid. Racen figures out that it's a plague from bringing murphy in. So goes to Murphy whose puking and asks him how he escaped. They let him go.

Bellamy stay back. Biological warfare. Grounders retaliation.

Murphy was the weapon.

Nice twist.

Bellamy is being a dick again. He grows so much in the whole show. But he's not there yet. Finn is still trying to hit on her and she's like don't touch me. You'll get sick. One of the kids dies though. I wonder why he couldn't survive. THat was quick.

Quarantine everyone who had contact with Murphy. Octavia gets quarantines and B flips out. But we know she doesn't get sick. Not everyone does. She's looking through Lincoln's notebook. Bellamy blames Lincoln. Oh wait another mark for her boyfriend's book. No that's literal. The hatch marks crossed out.

Oh right, she quarantines O and tells b that it will keep her from sneaking out then turns around and tells her to sneak out again. He sent the flower to tell her to get out of there, she saw it right before she found the kid his people sent to kill them. They use the virus to soften the battlefield. THey attack at first light. The grounders think he's a traitor now because of her. He's way to old for her. Wow I can't get off that. But Lincoln is leaving to go east to the sea. She wants to warn her people but tells him to wait for her. She's coming with him.

More light Bellarke flirting. He figures out that O is not in the dropship because Clarke sent her to see Lincoln for a cure. He's SUPER pissed. Bellamy needs some chamomile tea. Chill man. Oh Fox goes down and then pukes in people's faces and all the kids are pulling guns. Panic in the camp.

Clarke brings out a gun and shoots at the sky. Gives one of her Clarke speeches. Someone points a gun at her and B snags it and smacks the kid down. Clarke falls and Finn runs to catch him. Raven is like "Finn don't touch her," and then looks so sad.

O tells them there is no cure. But it doesn't kill. ANd the grounders are attacking at first light. Bearer of bad news.

B asks Raven how many bullets she can make by first light. Murphy offers Clarke his hammock. Murphy is helping care for the ill.

Clarke tells Finn to take the healthy and leave camp. "IF you think I could do that, you don't know me very well." She says "I know you...." so sweet. Blergh.

Oh now Jasper has Harper's back? Finn realizes they can blow up the bridge to delay the attack because the illness is short lived. B thinks the bridge is too strong to survive an attack. "It won't survive me," Raven says and then heads to the wreckage in her spacesuit to collect hydrazine.

Bellamy doesn't look well. Raven shows her little bomb. Hyrdazine in a jelly jar surrounds it by gunpowder.

B is like Which one of you plants the bomb and Finn and Raven pause a LONG pause before he says he'll do it.

Oop. Bellamy's nose is bleeding. Finnn Who else can take the shot.

I appreciate the concern. B heads off and asks Jasper to take the shot. "If you miss if that bridge doesn't blow we're all dead."

"Why me?" The only one not sick.

Bellamy colapses and tells J to stay back and make the shot.

Murphy takes care of Conor and Murphy says they're all good. "I put the rope around your neck why are you helping me?" Bygones. You little liar. He's going to smother you in your sleep.

B comes in and tells O he's scared. She says she won't let anything happen to him. "That's what I said to you the day you were born." THere are SO MANY good things in this show and they drop them all to cause pain and trauma.

Stupid.

Finn realizes that Raven is planting the bomb herself.

Jasper asks him if he wants to come and Monty says "why don't you ask your new friends."

Raven in the woods delivering bombs. Trips. The jar is not broken but Raven's nose starts bleeding.

Murphy caring for B and B won't let him. Makes threats. Dumbass. Clarke comes over "hey i got this one." "you feeling better?" yeah. "S'good." The flirting is getting deeper. Questions the trusting Murphy. She believes in second chances. THey worry about the bomb on the bridge and if it's going to work and she says she'll get everyone inside.

Raven woozy at the bridge. small bridge. i dont' believe not having that bridge would actually stop them. We hear war drums.

"We're running towards the war drums? I hate this plan." Jasper has some good lines.

R sets the bomb. Finn yells for Raven. Grounders look like monsters (urukai to be specific) running through the woods. Raven is crawling to get away from the bomb not very far, and picks up her gun. She'll blow herself up.

Finn runs up and carries her away. Helps her run He can't carry her.

Jasper is pointing his gun as the warriors are marauding through the forest. He misses. Now it's a misfire.

Monty runs up with a gun. "Last time was a fluke. I panicked."

Monty So what you still made the shot right? Hands him the gun. You got this. Three rounds.

Misses the first.

"Did you not hear me say you got this?"

Gets the next shot.

BIG KABOOM.

B and C see the mushroom cloud from camp. "I am become death. Destroyer of worlds."

Oppenheimer the man who built...

I know who Oppenheimer is. The flirt game builds.

Lincoln drew a mushroom cloud on the cave walls. "There is so much you don't understand. The mountain men they'll come and they'll kill us all."

The real enemy and the're playing stupid games with a bunch of kids.

O gives Lincoln his journal back. She's not coming with him. Youll die here.

Maybe. They're my people.

AGAIN why did we lose this goddamned theme?

Harper sees Jasper and Monty and O returning victorious. And Raven and Finn. Clarke is jealous. WHy clakre why?

Clarke nods at Murphy in thanks. He smiles and nods back sneaky bastard.

Raven says Finn saved his life. I woldn't have to if you didn't take the bomb

"You hesitated. When B asked who would take the bomb, you hesitated. You didn't hesitate when Clarke was falling."

"Raven I love you."

"Not the way I want to be loved." AGAIN. What HAPPENED TO THAT THEME? She had the worst love interests. Actually I liked the next one. But the actor was bad. And he would have died in season 3 any way

B comes to Clarke looking at the graves. B wants to talk about Murphy. The mountain men are pissed. She wants to pardon Murphy. "It's hard running things." 14 dead.

Cut to Murphy in the quiet dropship. SUffocates Conor. The little bastard.

HOW THE HELL DID THEY REDEEM THIS MOFOING COCKROACH.

But they did. THey really did. He is an AWFUL character in s 1 though. Complex but awful. He makes a really good badguy. 4`11

[galaxy12sblog]

Maniac...

On a normal, chaotic day, Bot and some of the kids went to the store to buy something, while Zach stays at home with the rest.

Lavender: *playing around with Rose* *giggles* you always copy me!

Rose: *giggles* ^w^

As Lavender and Rose were playing, a gang of 3 girls, looking fancy and popular, came and laugh at Lavender.

Lavender: !! *Stops playing*...

Trisha: pfft-! What kind of game are you playing~? Loser?? *Laughs a bit*

Lavender:...*frowns a bit*...w-what do you want..Trisha..?

Hush: Where's your sister~? Oh! I Know~ she left you cause you're just a poor little blind fre-

A ball hit Hush's face, marking her cheek..red.

Trisha: *gasp* !!😧 Who in the sparkle!? Did that!?

Crystal: ME!!! *Bounce the ball* You got a problem with that?

Trisha: Well ye-

Crystal: Listen here, pretty dolls, I'm not in a mood to beat the...*looks at Rose*....

Rose:..*processing*....!!! Oh! Wight! *Wears headphone, plays music*

Crystal:..*looks at the gang again* I'm not in a mood to beat the sh*t out of ya, cause I just had a very, VERY uncomplicated issues here. So help me, in one thing, Get the f*ck out!

The gang was shocked

Hush: How dare you swear at us!? YOU'RE LITERALLY 7 YEARS OLD!!!

Trisha: yeah! Aren't you supposed to just play with Dolls?

Crystal: Aren't you supposed to take those fake eyelashes off?

The siblings: !!!

Lavender: 😧..

Trisha: !!!

Hush: Well..At least we have a better life~

Crystal: at least I have a Dad~!

Hush: !!!

Crystal: Didn't your Dad abandoned you? Must I repeat? Don't say anything cause I just woke up with violence today.

Risk: I'm always wondering if your dad is disappointed in you, for being a disgrace!!

Crystal: B*tch, your name is Risk for a reason, where ever you're going, you're risking our nature, you're ruining all the happiness in life! AND you are the reason why you're parents divorced.

Everyone's jaw dropped, until Mystical came out.. looking at the girls.

Crystal: So if you want me to shut my mouth before I reveal another info, Y'all 3 b*tches, should turn around...walk away with your little fake dresses and makeovers... and Bye, bye. got that?

The gang were about to throw hands, but they looked at Mystical

Risk: *gasp* Mystical! There you are!

Mystical:...*folds a fist*...

Trisha: Aren't you happy to see us? Your friends~?

Mystical: Friends? Huh .... that's funny.. you must've mistaken.... there's a error somewhere....

Trisha: uh, no. And.. are you feeling alr-

Mystical knocked out Trisha's head, with Alastor's laptop.. Crystal and the rest were shocked.. especially Lavender..

Mystical:...*grins*.....*looks at the laptop*...oh.. there is blood?

Risk: ARE YOU NUTS!?! MYSTICAL!?! YOU LITERALLY KNOCKED OUT MY FRIEND!!!

Mystical: *grabs Risk's arm and twist it without letting go* I'm going to break every single bone of your damn body... cause YOU ARE THE REASON WHY!!! I'VE BEEN SUCH A HEARTLESS, SPOILED BRAT!!!! CAUSE YOU DAMN B*TCHES RUINED MY LIFE!!! YOU FORCED ME!!! I THINK THE WORD "FRIENDS" ....IS FAKE!!!! 💢

Mystical twisted the arms harder and hear Risk's arm bones cracking!! In pain.

Risk: *screams* Help!! She's going crazy!!!

Crystal: Mystical!! Let go-

Mystical grabbed Risk's head and bang her head against the wall multiple times until Risk's head bleeds..

Mystical: 💢...*drops Risk*...

Risk:...*bleeding*.....

Crystal: *gasp* !!!

Bot came back, looking shocked at his daughter's behavior.. and the whole family..

Jade: Myst... are you..ok-

Hush: She's a monster!!

Mystical:..*death stares at Hush*....a monster..?....*laughs*...oh I'll show you a monster!

Bot immediately hold Mystical back, trying to get her in control

Hush swims away, as fast as she could, Mystical swam in full speed, tackle her down, strangling Hush

Mystical: I almost got killed by Charlie, because of me, being a brat!! Like you!! My friend, princess Trollna skyblue, won't forgive me for saying things to my own sister!!! Because you caused me this!!!

Hush pushes Mystical away, breathing for air.. catching a breath

Mystical:..*punches Hush*....*grabs Hush and ties her up*... you want to see a monster~..? *Holding a driller*

Hush: *screams* !!! No, no! Please!! Have merc-

Mystical drills her eyes off, Crystal and the siblings saw Mystical and hold her back.

Mystical: *grins*.... it's too late...

The drill is covered in blood and a eyeball ....Hush..has no eyes..

Mystical: Now you'll know how it feels to be BLIND!!!!...... remember to think twice before judging people... especially my sister...do you understand?

Hush: *shaking in fear* y-yes m-my-mystical-!

Mystical:.. good....*swim away*...

The whole neighborhood were shocked and scared of Mystical...Bot and Zach were even shocked at Mystical unusual behavior...

The end..

Crystal belongs to @dumbassnamedivan

[thegospelhighways2020]

I'm Preaching About Father's Day This Morning Good Morning Church Folks Memorial Pages Out There I'm Brother Jacob Wolf Holidays Black I Have A Song In A Little While After This Preaching Words Y'all know all Father's Out There had their run they had their fair shares of Heart aches it's about time for someone else to feel that pain it's time for the Mother's or Grandmother's to feel that pain Father's Day is a bright and beautiful Day I ain't gonna keep on Preaching about religions because there aren't any There aren't many religions around here in the World Now they felt like they wanted to run Y'all I can't keep up I can't run this lap that you're trying to run this lap that you're Father is fixing to run we can't finish this last lap we had a good run but we're tired our hearts been beating you gotta sleep it off you gotta slow down ain't nobody gonna tell you to Slow your Butt down because there's Bike Riders out there there's Drivers Who like to speed and go faster like they are in a hurry there's some Drunk Drivers that likes causing Crashes and Accidents Helicopter Accidents Plane Accidents Plane Crashes Motorcycle Accidents and it's just got to end you gotta slow down and even Jesus Christ is telling you that you need to slow down Listen Instagram People Whether you're the People behind A Roleplay Account or Fanpages or Memorial Pages you gotta slow down slow down on Father's Day it ain't no hurry Listen we ain't in no race that's why we gotta slow down and Y'all know that people are Driving trying to worry about School Bus getting Kids Home Safely without having to worry about one might be Dying or one was injured or one is on the way to the Hospital because we don't want that Future for Them and I remembered saying that Brother Tony Snowflake Ain't everyone on Instagram and that's true @brothertonysnowflake ain't @memoryofsaffieroseandmaite Y'all can keep on saying that but I'm going to keep saying that he ain't Her because She Does Edits He Just Posts Stuff and some Girl from A Memorial Page Accused Him of being Her when he ain't like in #dorothynorwood Song The Lord Is A Wonder and he is that's why I'm preaching about Father's Day This Morning

[bumblebee-moreno]

I just wanna make a quick post about interacting with kids, because people on here seem to not know how kids work. (quick note before I start though: this is all spoken from my experience in working with kids--I do not have children of my own. I volunteer every year at an elementary school, working closely with younger kids who are struggling with learning certain subjects but don’t necessarily qualify for special ed (COVID has put a pause on this but I fully intent to resume as soon as it is safe to do so.) I am also a facilitator for a support group through a nonprofit--I’m part of the team in charge of facilitating the middle school group (ages 11/12-14). I didn’t really want to make this post because a lot of people get offended by these viewpoints, but the more I observe how kids are being treated by the adults in their life, the more I realise I need to say something.)

***I encourage you to reblog and add your own thoughts: I want to have an open discussion about this. 

Ok, first of all: Kids are a LOT smarter than you think they are. 

The problem is, they don’t know how to communicate and apply this yet. Calling them dumb and treating them as if they have nothing to offer conversations doesn’t support their development at all; in fact, it is one of the easiest ways to discourage a kid. This doesn’t mean turn off your filter and talk to kids the same way you’d talk to your friends. It just means, genuinely listen to their perspective and allow them to be part of intelligent conversations. Kids can’t learn responsible, mature ways to communicate if you don’t give them the opportunity to try it. 

One city in Colorado did a project that got kids involved in city development. In fact, this project was so successful that they are still continuing it! The classroom I volunteer in did a project inspired by this a few years ago. The first grade classroom was tasked with creating a city that could be applicable to real life. Their only restrictions were that they had to include four things: recreation, housing, jobs, and education. How they did that and what else they included was up to them. They were allowed to be as creative as they’d like. 

The teacher, other volunteer and I expected the city they made to be something out of a fantasy world. What we saw, though, was absolutely incredible. 

The kids created a detailed park complete with a pond for wildlife, a pool for recreation, walking trails, parking, wheelchair ramps, disability accessible bathrooms, community gardens, playgrounds designed specifically for younger kids, and another for older ones. They included apartment buildings and bus stations. They added traffic lights to intersections and lowered speed limits nearby their school. They made several large public schools, as well as a college (which they insisted, unprompted, was low-income accessible. They made a hospital and a fire station. 

Their instructions were only to create a city with only four boxes to check. They weren’t required to do any more than build the layout of it. But when we asked them to give us a tour of their city, they not only told us what each building was: they described laws that protected minorities. They told us about what roles people would have in their city, including the roles of kids.

No, it wasn’t to the great detail and precision that an adult could. Yes, there were many holes in their creation that would cause problems in the real world. They obviously weren’t thinking in terms of budget or government restrictions. But in a way, that made their ideas so much better. They weren’t tied down by the expectations adults had. They added features that we’ve been fighting for for years, such as basic accessibility, both physical and financial (such as their insistence about free college education).

Kids’ lack of experience doesn’t make them stupid. In fact, I believe it’s part of what makes them so smart. They observe the world around them and aren’t seeing things in terms of criticism and limits. They see something that needs to change, and they aren’t afraid to come up with creative ideas to make that change.

Talking at kids doesn’t do shit.

Telling a kid to do something or not to do it is probably the quickest way to encourage them to do the exact opposite.

But you know what I’ve found works almost every time? TWO WAY CONVERSATIONS!

Saying “don’t talk to people like that” is a very easy way to not change behaviour. Rather, help them understand why they shouldn’t talk a certain way. 

When working with young children, I usually start off with saying “When you said [x], my feelings were hurt because...” And then they usually figure it out for themselves that they said the wrong thing. 

This works so much better because:

1) the kid doesn’t get defensive. When you scold them for misbehaving, they quickly learn to guard themselves from that. When you can calmly explain to them what was wrong about that situation, they’re less likely to try to protect themselves from your words: because they won’t need to.

2) They learn exactly what was wrong about what they said. When you just tell them they’re wrong but refuse to talk to them about how or why they did something hurtful, they can’t always take it the right way. When a kid says “you look dirty” and you tell them that’s rude, they don’t understand why. In their heads, that may have been them trying to say you have mud smeared on your pants, or you have food spilled on your shirt: they may have just been trying to help you. When you explain to them exactly what about that statement was hurtful, and perhaps offer a kinder way to say it, they’ll recognise their mistake much quicker and remember it better.

3) They’ll learn how to express their own feelings in a much more healthy way. Kids learn from their surroundings. When you snap at them for making a mistake, you teach them to do the same. Then, later on down the road, you may hurt their feelings, and they may lash out at you. When you teach them to communicate more openly, they’ll learn how to address their problems in a productive manner.

4) It gives them the opportunity to problem solve. When you say “this hurt because” instead of “you’re wrong”, it allows them to come to the conclusion that they made a mistake on their own. It’s basically the child-equivalent of providing someone with sources to try to disprove them. Except when it’s taught from a young age, they’ll learn to accept the criticism instead of attack it.

On a related note, when you see a problem coming up repeatedly, or a child is growing upset about something: Share your feelings about the situation, ask them to share theirs, and then help them come up with solutions.  

Mistakes are healthy

Stopping a young person from making a mistake isn’t always helpful. Obviously, if they’re about to hurt themselves or others, stop them. But if it’s a little mistake, let them make it. And then talk to them about it. Help them come up with ways to first fix this mistake and then to avoid making the mistake again in the future.

It conveys the message of “you’re human and mistakes are normal: I’m here for you.” instead of the message of “You can’t do anything right, just let me do it for you.”

You can’t learn and grow as a person if you’re never allowed to put yourself out there and make mistakes. Give young people the chance to try things themselves: but make it clear you’re here for them when they need support. 

Listen to them.

This piggybacks off of a lot of what I said above, but listening to kids is important. 

When a teenager says they need help, it’s far more effective to ask them how you can help them than it is to tell them why they’re struggling and then refuse to help them solve it. I can’t tell you how many kids I’ve had reach out to me saying they feel alone because of this. They’ll come to me saying that they went to their parent to say they feel depressed (or even are on the brink of hurting themselves in some way), only to be met with “well you should think about how I feel” or “you’re just being dramatic.”

When a kid says something hurt them, LISTEN TO THEM. Kids’ feelings are every bit as complex as those of an adult. You don’t turn 18 and suddenly have a real brain with real emotions. You have that your whole life; humanity doesn’t come with age. experience based decisions do.

And, spoiler alert: kids know themselves better than you do. No, this doesn’t mean when your 11 year old refuses to eat vegetables or brush their teeth, you can shrug and say “well they know themselves best”. This means when they try to share how they’re feeling (ESPECIALLY when they’re sharing a feeling about something you did), listen to them and try to compromise when it’s reasonable to do so. If you hurt their feelings--apologise. If they feel like they deserve more freedom, offer up ideas for how they can earn your trust. 

TL;DR: Kids aren’t brainless creatures you can ignore and wonder why they aren’t becoming functional adults. They don’t lack intelligence: they lack a method to communicate that intelligence

Treating kids like adults (in an age-appropriate way) gives them the opportunity to learn the skills needed to act like adults when they’re thrown into the real world. You can’t treat them like they’re dumb their whole life and then ask why they’re not succeeding.

[obislittleone]

What Once Was Mine

Chapter Two

Summary: Locked away in a house her entire life, she always dreamed of exploring the nearby kingdom for just a day, believing it could make the rest of her days in solitude bearable. What she was unware of, was the real reason she'd been hidden away for so long. Changes comes swift like a flying dagger when a thieving bounty hunter seeks solace in the old home.

Din Djarin Royalty!AU / Tangled!AU

Pairing: Din Djarin x Princess Kryze!Reader

A/n: you all ate up the first part like it was new york pizza so here y'all go hungry chirren, another part for your starving bellies... also excuse the poor editing bc this was done via mobile

Warnings: blunt force trauma lol, angry motherTM, also some suggestive stuff 😏 but they just met... so get your mind out of the gutter please, we aren't pennywise.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You paced back and forth in front of the old broom closet in the corner of the hallway, running your hands though your hair whilst your little green goblin baby watched you with confused eyes.

"Grogu this is bad, this is very bad..."

He didn't understand why you were so filled with angst, because he was under the impression that he handled the situation quite nicely.

"She's never going to let me out, now. She's going to think I'm the one who killed him," you panicked, letting your hands fling around dramatically to show your emphasis. The little green boy kept looking between you and the closet. At least he was proud of his accomplishment.

"Mother will be home any minute, and we have a body in the closet!"

The baby cheered, clapping his hands together with a wide smile and some happy noises were emitted from him. You really didn't even have time to convey the severity of the situation to him.

"No! No clapping, this is not a good thing. We can't let her find out," You went back to pacing, and it was only now that you started pulling on the braids of your hair, bringing them to a curly disheveled mess that Grogu realized how bad his actions were. "Just have to think. Think, think, think."

You ran over to the closet door and slammed it open, seeing the still lifeless body huddled over itself on the ground.

"I got it," you said with confidence and a smile, not that this was any smiling matter to begin with. "If I can get her to leave the house again, it may give us enough time to drag him outside. If we both use our power we can dig a hole by the base of the mountain and put him there."

You glanced over at the small child sitting on his stool, and he gave you an expression that called out your utter insanity. Who were you kidding? You didn't have the facilities to come through with a plan like that.

"I know... she'd have to be gone for days for that to work. Maybe we should just wait until she goes to bed tonight."

Just then, the sound of the front door opening around the corner was to be heard. It was enough to put you into cardiac arrest had it not been for Grogu's quick thinking as he shut the closet door with the wave of his hand. It wasn't a loud slam or anything too suspicious either, but you were hoping she would avoid even coming into this room.

"Sweetling, I'm back," your mother called out, beckoning you to greet her at the door like you always did.

You grabbed Grogu and glided around the corner with the cheesiest smile plastered on your face. You honestly needed to relax, because if you kept up with the tense way you moved, it would be no time at all before she started to wonder what was wrong.

"Oh my darling, I missed you." she made a grand gesture of enveloping you both in her arms, much like earlier.

"I missed you, too."

"You know I hate leaving you after a fight, especially when I've done absolutely nothing wrong."

She set down her basket by the door, and you knew you had to act fast, if not to get her to turn around and leave again, at least you could create a diversion to keep her busy until then.

"Listen, mother, about earlier-"

"I don't expect you to apologize dear. You are young, and full of curiosity. It pains me to know you can never really explore what you want to, but believe me little one, everyone will be better off with you here," her words were sharp like a knife, and dug deep into your mind. You truly didn't even need to put on a face anymore to hide your secret, for the way you deflated before her was quite apparent, and not to be missed.

Then it was like lightning had struck your brain. An idea popped in from the boundless depths and you set Grogu down on the ground while you prepared yourself to present an entirely new spiel.

"Mother, since I can't go into the kingdom for my birthday, I was wondering if maybe you would consider going to the kingdom where the you got me the flightless fairy book? There's supposed to be another one that comes after and I've been dying to find out what happens to Lady Avynlei," You came close to her, placing a hand on her arm and pleading softly for something you knew she could easily give into. As long as you remained within the house walls, she would bring you the means to keep you there. Even the countless books you requested from kingdoms far and wide.

"That is a very long trip, you know. Naboo is almost three days from here. If I leave now, I'll miss your birthday entirely," she said with a heavy sigh. You knew she was only stalling to make it look like she didn't want to leave you, but you knew otherwise. She loved her adventures, and taking time away from the house was her specialty. You never asked her why she didn't enjoy time with you inside the old home, because you wanted her to be happy, with a bright and shining smile all the time.

"I just thought it was a better idea than going outside," you feigned sadness, although not completely. You were of course still upset over the fact that your life was doomed to this miserable place of burden, but that wasn't where you focus was, and certainly wasn't the reason for the diversion.

"It certainly is, dear. I tell you what, if you pack me my things, and toss in one of those scrumptious bread loaves you made, I will leave before lunch."

She brought you close, kissing you on the head, and you smiled, thinking it was almost too easy. If everything else was to be hard, then you would gladly take the ease with open arms and accept it warmly.

"Thank you, mother."

Grogu and yourself had gotten fairly comfortable on the chaise in front of the closet door, just staring at it intently with anticipation. You both looked at each other as if asking who was going to open the door, before you ultimately decided it would be your job.

"One of us has to," you mumbled as you waved your hand, letting the door creak on its hinges while it swung open slowly.

You raised your palm to face the limp body in the small space, dragging it out across the floor to free it of the confinement.

It was so abnormally frightening. Daring to approach a human man, in person. You'd never seen one before, and didn't know what they looked like. They had been described in you books time and time again, but never did you imagine someone so tall and broad and... intimidating. This man in particular had a mask over his face, and a hood o'er his head. The only thing visible to any on looker was his eyes, which you hadn't actually gotten a glimpse of before Grogu threw him into the wall.

When he came into the house, your first initial thought was to watch him, to see what he did and how he moved, to study every fiber of his being just to have an idea of what others outside looked like and how they behaved. Grogu of course had other plans, but he wasn't as proud of himself anymore.

Now that the man lay lifeless on the ground you had time to look him over once or twice, just enough before you were about to bury him in the backyard forever to cover for your small green child.

You were about to lift him with your power before he started moving, his breathing apparent now, and the moans of discomfort as he shifted awkwardly on the floor. You were afraid, now.

It was certainly good he wasn't dead, for you never wanted to spend all that time turning up the earth in the backyard anyway. It did however frighten you to know that the man was beginning to get up. You liked him better earlier when he couldn't see you hiding on the banister. You wanted to avoid being seen, so you quickly swept up your little accomplice and bolted for the doorway, pressing you back against the outside wall.

By the time he was on his feet, he glanced around the empty room, but could have sworn he just heard footsteps not even a foot from his body.

"I know you're here," he said calmly, although his anger and lack of memory as to what was going on fueled his tone just the slightest. His head was throbbing and the last thing he remembered was stumbling upon the old house he now dwelled in. It was slowly coming back to him why he had been passed out.

You held tight to the baby, hoping you could slip into the hallway unnoticed and he would just take the hint and leave. But he couldn't just walk out of the house without his satchel. You ran into the next room to retrieve it, only for the item it carried to fall onto the floor. You hurriedly tried to pick it up and stuff it back inside, but the second your hand touched it, your mind was on fire. Like the item somehow held a magical connection to you, as if you'd touched it before and now it was cursed. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook the feeling away as best you could, stuffing it into the satchel and ready to throw everything in the walkway before the man saw you.

You crept back around the corner, ready to drop the bag, but it was like divine intervention had kept you from doing so. You immediately clutched the bag tightly to your chest and slowly went back to the other room again. This was it, your only chance. You knew it was risky, but with your mother gone for the next three days or so, you knew it was now or never.

You stuffed the satchel up the unused fire place chimney, wedging it between the bricks so it wouldn't fall out. When you were sure it was secure, you turned around and began to slowly come back to the previous hiding space, just barely peeking around the corner. You caught another glimpse of him, and he was even taller when you were on ground level to him, instead of peering downwards.

He caught your eye and you froze, unable to drag your sight away from the dark brown pools of bliss. The light from outside mixed with the glow of the candles in the room made them look simply heavenly. For every book you'd ever read, they eyes were always described as the window to the soul, that you could see into the person by them, but that was not the case for this man. His eyes told you nothing, only invited you in deeper to admire their beauty and complexity. He seemed to have gotten caught as well, though he took steps towards you as you slowly came out from behind the wall and met him face to face. It was all such a slow movement, but for you it still felt rushed, and you heart beat faster every second.

His eyes up close were even more breath taking, and though you had so much to say to him moments prior, you were rendered speechless by him. Stories told you that men were beautiful creatures, with strong built bodies to protect their loved ones with, and fight the battles that others could not. You always pictures men a certain way, but every single one of your imaginative creations was purely put to shame by the one stood before you.

"Who are you?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper, but he could hear you clear as day. It was the upside of living so far away from civilization, the quiet.

"Just a traveler, miss," his voice was deep and husky. A voice like that, which was commanding as well as soft with a hint of roughness to it. He sounded like the winds when it was raining, because the depth of his tone poured over his words and made them clear, even though they were ever the slightest bit slurred together.

"How did you find my home?" You had yet to look away from his eyes, and wondered if you ever would again. They just drew you closer every second, pleading with you not to break contact. The way your eyes narrowed ever so slightly for your question made him weary of his answer.

"I didn't mean to," he took a step closer, and you took one back, keeping the few feet of distance between you in order to maintain a sense of security. "I do not wish you any harm, I was just passing through and found the house. I didn't know anyone lived here."

"Passing through a deep and abandoned gulch in the middle of the wooded mountains?" You may have sounded sarcastic and unfavorable of his answer, but in all truths, you really wanted to know.

"I needed to avoid some... accomplices," he struggled out the word, as if he didn't find it well enough to say in the first place.

You nodded in understanding, knowing that since he hadn't known of your presence in the house earlier on, it was very realistic that he could have just gotten lost while straying from the main trails.

"I only wish to reacquire what I arrived with, then I will be on my way," he only now noticed your little green baby when the small bean peaked his head around the corner. He looked deterred by him almost, but shook his head, thinking maybe the fall he took earlier was causing him to see things.

"Yes, of course... you see," you paused, taking a few more steps back, just to put distance between you for the reason of possible outburst. You knew that if push came to shove, your powers could protect you, but you didn't want to harm the only man you'd ever met. "I've hidden it."

"Well then unhide it," he seemed to grow more intense, but not quite angry. He was after all a broken in thief of another person's home.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," you spoke, getting ready to explain yourself before he cut in not allowing any room to divulge in your offer.

"You can, and will. What I have in my possession is worth more than your entire life, so I suggest you hand it over," his voice boomed loud and commanding and since you never had a stranger yell at you before, or any other human in general aside from your mother, you were spooked easily, like a horse. You used your spatial distance as a head start, sprinting out the room and down the hall as fast as you could. You looked back and sure enough he was following behind.

This old house was very large, and had endless hiding places. Surely he wouldn't be able to find it himself in a suitable amount of time. The fact that he even entertained the idea was ridiculous and a foolish waste of brain space.

You ran up the stairs, noticing Grogu still sitting on the ground where you left him. He was smiling and bouncing about, as if to express how much he was enjoying the chase. He probably thought it was a big game, he often liked to play games with you, hide and seek being one of them.

You thought you lost him when you turned a corner, peering around it to see he was still traveling down the hall. You waited a few seconds before he would surely enter the room at the end of the hall. Did he really peg you to be that stupid, that you would cut yourself off with a dead end in the house you spent every day in?

You closed your eyes and breathed out, counting several more moments as you gathered the courage to step out into the hallway. As soon as you did you collided straight into his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise, but before you were able to make any other moves, he covered your mouth with his hand, grabbing your arm with the other. He forced you against the wall carefully and looked down on you with those dark brown eyes. Your breath caught in your throat before he even started talking.

"I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to have back my things so we can go our separate ways," his voice was incredibly gentle and soft spoken, and you melted into his touch even though it still alarmed you to some extent.

He dropped his hand from your mouth, seeing that now you'd stood calmly, trapped between him and the wall. The steady rise and fall of your chest, bound with your corset drew his eyes away from yours for only a moment, and you found it peculiar how his irisis darkened for only a moment before he snapped his attention back to your face.

"I know I must seem infuriating, but I can't give it back to you yet."

"Yet? What is your deal?" He was sharp spoken but not angry, more annoyed by the obnoxiously tantalizing answers he'd received.

"You really want to know my deal?" You offered sarcastically, turning it back around on him. It was his decision. Either hear you out, or begin his long search for the items he entered with.

He sighed repressively before backing away the slightest bit. He was beginning to feel uneasy with the little space that divided you, and knew that you probably hated the close proximity.

"What deal?" He annunciated each word carefully, wanting to convey the fact that he was utterly annoyed.

"I need an escort into the kingdom. Just for one day," you said quickly, though the request was rather important you wanted to rid it from your mouth.

"I'm not a baby sitter."

"And I am not a baby."

He clenched his fists then let them fall slack at his side. He was silent for too long and you felt you needed to fill the air and maybe convince him in better words.

"I am capable of holding my own, but I do not know the way," you made your tone firm and decisive, knowing he already didn't take you seriously enough. "I only ask that you accompany me into the kingdom for a day, then back home."

"You don't know who I am, do you?" He puzzled, tilting his head in a sense of confusion. Of course you didn't, because you'd never gone outside before.

"Should I?"

He chuckled lowly at your answer, because yes, you definitely should know him by at least one of the many wanted posters hung throughout the city. He then again figured that if you lived all alone out here as a recluse, perhaps he shouldn't be so quick to judge.

"I'm not exactly an ally to the kingdom. I can't take you anywhere," he huffed. Even if he thought there was a smart way to do it, he wasn't going to put his neck down for you.

"I suppose you aren't very fond of your belongings, are you?"

Well, then there was that.

Din knew that if he harmed you in any way, you'd never help him find his satchel. He never considered harming you anyway, because he rather liked you, despite the skittish nature and infuriating stubbornness.

"I need you to tell me everything this deal entails."

You smiled widely, turning around and facing him with a bright expression. He'd never seen such sweetness before, such utterly endowed innocence. It was endearing to him to know that not all the maidens of your age had been like the ones he had seen and heard. Some of them had the makings of a village whore. He didn't mind the tendencies of the village girls of course, he just appreciated the contrast.

"My mother has gone to the kingdom Naboo to acquire me a book. She will be back in three days. I wish to begin the journey to the kingdom today, spend the entirety of tomorrow within it, and then return home safely. I do not ask you for any services other than your company to guide me along."

He did accept the fact that perhaps it wasn't such a preposterous offer. Being a wanted man gave him liberties within the kingdom, like knowing all the places to lay low, the people who would turn a blind eye. He knew it wasn't hard to get to the village, and one day wasn't a risk for him to take, as long as he was able to meet with his buyer thereafter.

"You will go where I go, and do exactly as I do. I am in control of everything from the time we leave to the time we return, and you will not question a word I say... do you understand?" He held his hand out to shake, which you gladly took, even though it was a little weird to hold someone else's hand the way you did now. Had the gesture not been in so many books, you would have foregone it completely, not understanding what it was.

"I promise, you will not regret this," you said, your smile and bubbliness getting in the way of your serious words.

"I already do."

Having met Grogu, and wondering if he was even real or not, Din was now even less excited to embark on this needless adventure. He absolutely hated the idea of children being anywhere near him, and now that there was one within close proximity, he was absolutely pertified. Especially given the fact that this one wasn't even human. Your lack of answer for what species he was also gave him great discomfort, but he shrugged it all off, knowing the less he knew the better. All he needed to do was get this over with, and he could return to his life of thieving and bounty hunting.

"Alright, we're ready," you said, standing next to him while bouncing on your toes with excitement... speaking of,

Standing on the front porch, staring out into the fog, he waited for you to saddle up, wrapping the child to your back the way some of the mothers in town would. He didn't let you catch him staring, because that would have been the end of his manly facade.

"You're not going to put on shoes?" He asked his brow slanting with one raised.

You were very confused as you let your head fall to your feet, then you realized.

"Right," you smiled with embarrassment. You cheeks were definitely bright red. "I don't have any."

Just when he thought nothing could surprise him, you hit him with that piece of strange information. What human being didn't own shoes? Even the poor kids back home had shoes, not good ones, but still had them.

"Why not?"

"Well," you didn't have a half decent answer. Why didn't you have shoes? "I've never needed them before."

He gave you a look of near concern, which was actually reflected more for himself than you. He didn't want to have to carry you if push came to shove.

"I'll be fine without them though, I promise," you said with a firm nod of your head. He wasn't sure you would be, but he hated wasting time, and this conversation was doing just that.

"Good, I'll hold you to it when you start lagging behind."

He stepped off the steps of the porch, and you followed after him. Just this action was enough to make your heart beat rapidly.

Look at the world so close, and you're half way to it. Look at it all so big, could you even dare? You imagined yourself there at last, you just had to do it.

You rushed down the steps, feeling the grass between your toes, and the moisture of the soil seeping through. It was incredibly foreign, but ever so pleasant. You let out a breath you hadn't thought you had been holding, and smiled with foggy eyes. This was an enormous step for you, and without your mother anywhere in sight, you took off after the bounty hunter, giggling like a child while doing so.

The next greatest days of your life were beginning right now, and every possible outcome rang out of it.

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[sleepy82louih]

My first thoughts on Harry's House

Please note that this is my personal opinion and my personal interpretation of the album, which obviously includes Larry.

Favourite songs of the first listen are marked violet.

As It Was: Harry being afraid of changes once again for our viewing pleasure. Also called Character Development, because he comes to accept it, in a way.

Boyfriends: As a girl, I know he speaks the truth. Good job, Harry, you seem to be experienced in dating boys– Oh wait. You only ever dated one. Oh, and it also doesn't help your case that this song is probably about him and you both being the 'boyfriend'.

Cinema: I present you with yet another song version of "Louis is a great person to just... sit and admire what he's like."

Daydream: Listen. Touring and working is hard on the Lover Boy. He loves his spouse to bones, he loves to love him. You gotta give it to him, he misses him. I don't see y'all dealing any better with missing Harry's spouse. Honestly.

Daylight: We hate it when they fight, or are far from each other. Harry still loves him through and through. He's a sweet blue bird, after all. And also a drama queen. While Louis is the honey. But what's new.

Grape juice: I love how it feels like he's on the phone. My God, this feels like a lazy evening of them just being them, to me. How Harry creates the atmosphere is beyond me. Also, 1982. Lol, Hazza, L fucking OL.

Keep Driving: Someone's been reminiscing. He feels so... fetus in this song. I just... I can't. This song makes me feel so nostalgic. He has no right to do this. I can see 1D days flashing in front of my eyes. I can see his love life flashing in front of my eyes. This song is too personal. Oh my God.

Late Night Talking: Huh. Okay. So, Louis stubs his toe on the regular, Harry once broke his camera, they have sleeping issues, Harry knows he's a goner, he knows we know he doesn't like change, and Louis lives in his head rent free 24/7, apparently. Good to know. Wbk

Little Freak: Sweet Creature 2.0 in the flesh. Harry's so in love it's embarrassing, y'all. I just... What the hell, Harry. Waxing poetics is one thing, but this? This is plain romance. This is them, from Harry's point of view. No no, not just Louis, them. He's talking about them as seperate and also a pair. Makes you wonder, really. It's so pure it makes you wanna cry. Just... Stop. Too much. I can go on forever.

Love of My Life: As if we didn't know. Yeah, wax more poetics, it's for free. Who's keeping track anyway. Talk relationships in the most romantic way possible and just straight up confess your love. Who's the wiser? It's not like you're gonna leave a fandom bleeding or anything. It's all cool.

Matilda: MY COMFORT SONG. This is a masterpiece. Matilda deserves all the love in the world. Take all I have. Everything. Just stay with me. This work of painful beauty. I will NOT take criticism on this song. I'm way too biased for it. (Also, hail to 1D tradition to use random girl names for God knows why)

MFASR: Long name for a song, Harry, my God. He has a knack for ba-ba-ba's this time around. I'd say he's been drunk while writing this, but... This is Harry. He's always like this. I have no bloody idea what this song is (I mean he is trying to eat stars), so I'm gonna label it as 'Drunk Holiday Love Confessions Somewhere in Tokyo' or something.

Satellite: Harry Styles agreeing with this fandom on Louis being the sun and all of us being satellites. I approve. Communication issues. Harry hopelessly adoring Louis. Louis being the sun– I mean, Louis.

Conclusion: Harry Styles loves Louis Tomlinson. He's been reminiscing. He's been doing some deep thinking and light drinking. Fights and tours been happening. The kids aren't alright, yeah. Harry is reflecting on it all, in a spectacular way. I love this album.

This my instantaneous reaction to the album, I wrote as I listened. This is, in no way, a deep analysis.

[imagine-straykids]

★ Sincerely, Lee Know | Ver. 01

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Hi, my name is Lee Know, or I guess if we're getting personal here: Lee Minho. Although I prefer Lee Know because people always get me confused with the actor Lee Minho.

I rant and complain A LOT, but I don't think I need to tell you that, because you'll be finding it out for yourself later. But I have the mouth the size of the pacific ocean, and holding back is the last thing Lee Know does. So if you're a sensitive little bitch, then do not continue any further. If you still do and proceed to come for me, then well... that's between you and god.

More about myself? Well... I'm just your average everyday guy, but better. I like to listen to music and dance on my free time. And when I'm not doing that, then I usually hang out with my crew. They can be real idiotic and sometimes I wonder why am I even putting myself through their shit, but they are the real homies. Have been with me since forever and I know they will always have my back, so watch out.

Why I started this blog? Well, funny story. I got into an argument with Chan one day, btw shoutout to @christopherbangcorner go follow and like his stuff. I know he told me to not tell anyone about his blog but I could give two shit. Anyways, we were arguing and he said to me "You run that mouth of yours so much, why don't you put it to good use for once." so here I am. So if you're interested, keep reading. If you're just coming here to hate on me, then well... that's going to be difficult because I'm quite a likable person if I say so myself. I'm just kidding... ish.

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rant #1 2:35 p.m.

I swear, hoes these days be thirsty asf. Me and Hyunjin just wanted to go to the convenience store to get some things Chan's lazy ass ordered us to, and we legit got followed the whole way there. ARE PEOPLE LITERALLY THAT JOBLESS! Leave us alone next time or don't say I didn't warn you when I whip out my asian slipper and slap every one of you so hard you're going to regret ever meeting me in this lifetime. And like, aren't you guys supposed to be in class right now? Go back, Jesus. Bet every one of y'all are failing. How would your mothers feel if she knows you're ditching class to go chase some dicks.

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rant #2 7:02 p.m.

Yo, I just suddenly remembered the rudest customer I ever had. So I used to work at this Boba shop during my high school days, and this motherfucker with his cupcake shaped hair jimmy neutron looking ass came in and started yelling at me for getting his order wrong. Like bro... why you tryna fight a 16 year old about a $4 drink. Chill tf out. There are children dying in Africa. Now that I think about it, 16 year old me was on some adult shit. 22 year old me now would've spit in his drink.

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rant #3 5:12 p.m.

Learn to wear a goddamn mask. I will not repeat myself. You ain't no Rosa Parks, you just a stupid headass. Do all these people really think they're doing sum?

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okay well that was a fucking mistake. anyways, I'm gonna bounce now. prob answer more tmr or whenever I'm not procrastinating. some of y'all weird as fuck.

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~ Sincerely, Lee Know

[thatsgay-writes]

Day 12

PREVIOUS

The days after finding water we're pretty chill, minus finding out that Jeanette's body was gone. There was still some obvious tension between you and Toni and Toni and Martha and Shelby. You hadn't really interacted with either Toni or Shelby in the past few days either, opting to hang around Fatin. You hadn't talked to Toni because you didn't know what to say after the argument the two of you had and you had revealed your feelings for her in front of everyone. Shelby on the other head, had seemed to be the one ignoring you... Well maybe not ignoring she was just very short with you which was totally against her personality. You all had also made a schedule, seeing as you were going to be here for a while. Everyone got one chore a day and every once and a while a day off. Today happened to be your day off and you were glad, your chest pains had been happening more often and that concerned you.

It also concerned you that you didn't know when you would be rescued. The hospital, who was against the retreat but couldn't exactly do anything about it, had given you medication to help with your problem. It was enough pills for three weeks, just in case, but they had been lost like the rest of your stuff. You had checked the pilot bag that held all the medical stuff you guys had but it didn't have what you were looking for either. You've managed to hide coughing up blood by coughing into the elbow of you red shirt or spitting it out while in the woods. You had also been losing your appetite, which has been harder to hide. You'd force down some food and pretend like it was a lot so the other wouldn't worry. But today, luckily, you were starving and prepared to fully eat whatever Rachel brought for food.

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"Let's feast!" You hear a Rachel suddenly yell as she stand on top of a little hill, carrying what looks to be a big amount of food. You stood up and attached your leg before joining everyone around the fire. You watch, mouth watering, as Dot cooks all the mussels over the fire. When they're done cooking, the mussels are laid out in a big pile in the middle. Everyone stared at the pile wondering who will go first, since they all understood how little food they had been finding the past couple days. "Eat as much as you want guys, there was enough of them to fill 3 more bags. I just ran out of room." At Rachel's words you all dive in and eat the mussels, except for Shelby. "Why aren't you eating any?" Leah asks as she looks suspiciously at Shelby. Not this again. You think as you eat your tenth mussel, what could you say you were hungry.

"I'm actually allergic to shellfish. Ate one at a birthday party and my throat swelled up like a balloon." Shelby responded as she watched everyone else eat. "That's rough." You say as you grab 3 more mussels. "Damn y/n. Is it good?" Fatin asks jokingly as she grabs another mussels for herself. You roll your eyes and let out a chuckle as you flip her off before grabbing more food. "You know what this looks like..." Toni says, grabbing everyone's attention with a smirk. You mentally facepalm because you know exactly where this is going. "A pussy!" Nora yells out causing everyone to laugh, the girl had definitely come out of her shell more the past few days. Toni nods her head before licking the mussels shell provocatively. "I bet y/n knows what that feels like!" Dot yells out causing everyone to make an "ooo" sound like kids when their peer got in trouble. You and Toni's face both heated up at Dots words and you made sure to give her a hardy punch in the shoulder.

"Can you all stop!?" Shelby suddenly yells out causing everyone to freeze and look at her questioningly. "Shelby, chill out we are just having some fun." Dot says, not really understanding what all the fuss was about. "I am chill, I just don't find that very amusing." Shelby responded, her voice getting a little harsher when she says the word that. "What do you mean by that?" Toni asks as she send you a quick look and you almost immediately understood where this was going. The look was one you or Toni would give the other when known homophobes where in the area or if the two knew you were being judge for doing pda. Was this why Shelley had been short with you the past few days? You did not like where this was going and neither did Toni. "Just... pornographic gestures. I'm from a very Christian home and no one ever does things like that."

You wanted to believe Shelby, you really did, but it explained why you always felt this weird vibe from her. "Don't lie Shelby, I always knew I felt some sort of vibe from you, it's clear now what it was. Toni and I have felt that vibe enough times to know what you really mean." You say, glaring at Shelby. "What... What are you guys trying to say?" Martha asks getting worried now. She knew what you meant when you said vibe, you and Toni had both told her about it. "She's a fucking homophobe." Toni spits out glaring at Shelby. You nod you head in agreement, putting back the mussels you had picked up before all this started. Martha's eyes go wide and she sends a Shelby a pleasing look, hoping she'll deny what Toni had just said.

"Look..." Shelby says as she lets out a big sigh. "I have no hate in my heart for y'all. It was just that I was taught that that way of life is a sin." Toni immediately jumps up and point her finger angrily at Shelby, "Why you little..." Toni was too mad to even finish her sentence. Martha had dropped her head in disappointment and let Fatin wrap and arm around her in comfort. The rest of the girls were just watching as everything unfolded. "I feel sorry—" Shelby starts to say, digging her into an even deep hole. "Fuck you." Toni interrupts her before storming off, you nod your head repeatedly in agreement, not looking at anyone as you finish putting your leg on and following after Toni.

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"Toni. Toni. Toni!" You yell as you follow the girl. "Goddamn leg... Goddamn sand..." You mumble as you follow Toni down the beach. Luckily, she does finally stop after she deemed that she was far away enough to breathe. Toni kicks the sand angrily, as she stares out into the water. "I can't fucking believe this, no I can I just hoped..." Toni trails off as she wraps her arm around herself. You walk up to her and wrap your arms around her in a comforting hug, "I know, I know..." "We just get so much shit at home..." Toni trails off as she lets herself relax into your hug. "I know." You say again because that's all you can say. You relax for a few minutes before you get hit with a sudden nausea.

"Oh fuck." You mumble out as you unwrap from around Toni and throw up near the two of you. "Y/n?" Toni reacts in shock as she watches you kneel over as you try and spit out the taste of vomit and blood. Toni ends up turning around to throw up as well. "I didn't know you were a sympathetic puker..." You try and joke as you take deep breathes and slowly lay in the sand, feelin exhausted from throwing up. Toni wiped her mouth before turning back around, "C'mon, we can't stay here the heat wont help at all." Toni says as she pulls you to your feet, trying to ignore how she slowly started feeling worse. Toni has to practically drag your body back towards camp. "Help!" She yelled out as soon as she saw people and Fatin came running over. She took your other arm and most of the weight so Toni could relax some.

Luckily, the other girls seemed to be doing better than you and Toni. Both you and Toni were splayed out on the ground with Martha sitting near by as the other girls moved around the camp doing whatever.  "Come on, lay on your side y/n." Martha mumbles worriedly as she listens to your labored breathing. Toni was at least a little more responsive and had tried to swallow water, while you didn't even react to someone moving your body. "Fuck, she's getting worse..." Dot said as she walked up to check on the three of you. "Where the hell is Leah with that medicine!?" Fatin almost yelled as she looked between you and Toni. Right as she said that, Leah broke through the tree line and ran towards Dot. "Why are they all dirty?" Dot yells out as she roots through the bag. "Only 2? I thought we had 3, I know we had 3!" Dot pulls out two tablets of halophen. "It's obvious who needs them the most." Shelby stated as she sat a little ways away from the group unfold. Dot bites her lip and looks at Martha, "Martha, you good?" "Yeah, I'll take a Pepto."

Dot nods her head and turns towards Fatin and hands her one of the tablets, "Figure out a way for her to take it." Fatin nods her head as she looks down at you. "Toni, I'm going to need you to take this." Shelby said as she took the other halophen tab from Dot. "I'm not taking shit from you." Toni says as angrily as she can. "It'll save your life Toni. Take the damn pill." "Should Shelby really be the one doing this." Rachel questions. "Am I not allowed to help her!?" Shelby says exasperatedly. She climbed on top of Toni and held her nose closed until she opened her mouth. As soon as she did, she stuff the pill in her mouth and covered it, forcing her to swallow. Shelby got off of Toni and turned her attention to you, ignoring how the other girls were looking at her.

"Have you gotten her to take it yet?" Fatin shakes her head no, "She's barely reacting to anything. I'm surprised she's still conscious." The girls sat silent for moment contemplating what to do. They start to panic when you cough up more blood. "Here, give it to me." Dot says as she snatches the tab and a nearby rock. She starts to crush the tab up as much as possible. "Just pour some in front of her nose and breath deep." The other girls don't really question Dot's idea and just follow what she says. "C'mon y/n, just one big breath and then you'll start to feel better."

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You were leaning heavily against Toni as you and all the girls sat around the fire. You were still exhausted from today's earlier event. Luckily, they associated you coughing up blood to throwing up to much and you didn't have the heart to tell them otherwise. No one knew about what was wrong with you except for the people at the hospital and yourself. You were finally clear to sleep by Dot because she wanted to make sure the meds had actually worked and that you wouldn't fall asleep just to never wake up again. You were almost asleep when Toni suddenly stands up yelling Martha's name and running over to her. You shake yourself awake and shakily stand up to see what was happening. Your heart stopped when you noticed that Martha had fallen and made no attempts at getting back up.

"Toni you were dying!" "Who cares? I don't matter! fuck, I don't matter. I don't fucking matter."

NEXT

[blackgirlsuperherorants]

Like, just a quick search on Twitter and they're both making fun of "kpoppies" who reference DOMEE SHI HERSELF who said she took inspiration from 2PM and BIGBANG, because they both think BTS somehow isn't kpop and that they're the only kpop group that matters and has ever mattered. Meanwhile, I'm a Black girl from North Carolina and I discovered kpop on my own in like 2007. I was around when the biggest kpop group in the world was DBSK and solo artists were still as popular as idol groups (like Rain and BoA). Not bc I was looking for Asian anything. I wasn't even an anime kid or anything. I found kpop on accident and just liked it.

But also, Domee Shi DID say she was making a BTS reference. But that's all y'all hear and now suddenly "Tae Young is Jimin and if you don't think so, you're a hater." ??? Tae Young looks like several different k-idols. That's the point. The idols of Domee's youth were 2PM and BIGBANG. She referenced BTS for the new kpop fans.

It just makes me sick how much BTS stans disrespect kpop history. It would be like someone liking Beyonce and then being like "uh, no, Whitney Houston was never as big, nobody knows Whitney Houston lmao Houston stans are so pathetic. Beyonce is nothing like Whitney Houston, y'all are delusional!" Yes, Beyonce is her own thing, but like any Black girl who sings R&B/pop she was influenced by Whitney Houston.

I listen to BTS and they're not revolutionary. They sing kpop. It reminds me of... other kpop. They have a more effervescent sound than BIGBANG and an edgier sound than SHINee, but they remind me of both. To say they're "not k-pop" is just crazy. Of course the are. It's not like they're Epik High or something. They're not a hip-hop group, they're an idol group. Back in the day, people used to say BIGBANG isn't k-pop and that was always stupid and always wrong. Of course they are. They're an idol group.

Korea has a short popular music history. (They do have some pre-90s, but it wasn't what it is today.) K-pop really emerged in the late 90s/early 00s with bands like HOT. You are an asshole of you engage with a kpop band and then disrespect the entire genre because you're afraid your bias group will be accurately compared to groups that came before. I've seen disrespect towards BIGBANG and I expected it because before hiatus, BIGBANG was direct BTS competition. They were the Goliath that BTS had to knock down, and there's really no evidence that they'd be where they are now if it wasn't for BIGBANG's long hiatus. You can speculate on it, but the truth is, BIGBANG ended (went on hiatus?) on a high note. They never really faded in popularity, they just went to military and never came back. But the disrespect towards 2PM? Just because Domee Shi mentioned them as an inspiration for Tae Young/4Town? Honestly, Army mostly aren't kids anymore. Grow up. You're in your 20s. You went to college or are in college. You've taken other history classes. Why are you pretending there's no industry history that lead to BTS? Idol groups have existed since about 1996 or 1997. No matter how much you love yours, they wouldn't exist without the ones that came before. Hot, DBSK, Super Junior, 2PM/2AM, SHINee, BIGBANG, all of it. From the 90s until their debut.

Like... idol groups have existed for nearly 3 decades, now. Yours isn't revolutionary, even if they get to go on Fallon, now. The West is not a barometer for "best". America is just racist. It took kpop getting undeniably popular for BTS to break here. I've watched countless other idols debut here and get treated like shit, not because they weren't good but because they were Korean. You gonna look me in my face and tell me Wonder Girls just weren't good? BoA? Rain? Se7en? Nah, this country is just racist. They were all good, and nobody bothered to acknowledge them because they were Asian (and actively used to use a slur to describe their music.)

YouTube finally made it so that mainstream American media couldn't deny k-pop anymore, with Black Pink and BTS. Distancing yourself from k-pop because of their success is like saying you're "Not like other girls" or "Not like other Black people". They are k-pop. You are a kpoppie. Not looking other kpop just means you're racist, too, probably, not that yours is superior. It really isn't. It's the same stuff. Because honestly, k-pop has been using Black American songwriters and producers for a decade or more, too- is literally just American pop/hip-hop in Korean, sometimes. The only sound difference is the year it was created. (BC early BIGBANG sounds like B2K. Like, exactly like B2K.)

End Rant, I guess, but also, stop being disrespectful of idol groups who were killing the game long before BTS was even constructed. Everyone knows they're the boyband of the moment. Nobody thinks they're not. You are fighting ghosts. There's not even a white boyband right now that's seeing them (idek if any are out right now.) So, like, there's no reason to be so disrespectful towards BIGBANG and 2PM. They're in their 30s. They're not gonna be boyband popular anymore. Boybands are popular with kids, teenagers, and early 20-somethings. 30 year old Taeyang is not competing with Jimin for the affection of 14yo girls. So, you can relax and put down your weapons.

[itslovelovelyme]

(Kinda has to do with my previous posts)

When I was a little kid, I remember I always wanted to be a teen. In the movies they seemed so cool, with cool friends, parties, pranks (and the ✨singing and dancing✨ because of Disney LMAOO-), going out, romance, and more stuff. Obviously I knew the singing and dancing wasn't gonna happen, but I did expect everything else. But it wasn't until my late 16's (so now) that similar stuff to that started happening. I even thought: "Wow, being a teen sucks."

But being a teen doesn't suck. Teens don't suck. But (some) people around them do. You aren't a kid anymore apparently, but then: "What do you think you're doing?! You're just a kid!". Oh, so then an adult, right?: "You think you know it all? You're not an adult!". Wow. So, what am I? We're something in between, we should be treated that way. The issue is, most people act black or white with us, with no greys. And it's frustrating.

We're not kids anymore, but that doesn't mean we can't do silly, stupid things for fun. And we aren't adults either, but we are becoming more conscious about certain issues and trying to understand them better. But I truly think teens are one of the groups that really have it unfair out there. We are constantly dismissed, even by other teens that think are so superior and way more mature and above us and mighty compared to everyone else. (And then you find out they're even more immature than y'all.)

Of course we are angry, of course we are moody, of course we are sensitive. I am angry, moody and sensitive, they want to throw me to the adult world but they didn't even teach me how a single thing there works. Instead of saying we are on our rebellious phase, why don't you, instead, say we realized we don't have to be treated like garbage and constantly dismissed? I have teachers that thought could get away with yelling at us for wanting to show them something. Wrong.

"I had no idea my child felt that way!". When they tried to tell you, you said you were busy.

"It's just a phase". No wonder your child feels they're wrong for feeling the way they do.

"Ugh, my child never listens to me". Have you tried not yelling at them at any minimal inconvenience?

In the end, everyone always says they don't understand the way we act, when in the first place, they never bothered to understand. All the cases above are based on cases around me. Parents calling their teens lazy and useless, hitting and yelling at them for not meeting their expectations, friends feeling they can't tell them when they got a bad grade or made a mistake because their parents are going to kill them. I can assure you, most parents of the people around me have no idea about what their kids do, but of course, they are never around in the first places. Then they act confused when their kid hates them.

Guys, I have friends scared of having a relationship because of their parents. What in hell is that supposed to be about? I've been dismissed for feeling bad because "adults have it worse, you won't survive once you become one."

The things you tell your kid, it sticks with them forever. When I was 4, I told my mom I liked this kid, and she just laughed at me and called it stupid. I never told her anything else, even to this day. When you call us useless, it sticks. When you call us lazy, it sticks. And when you fucking say our feelings aren't valid, it sticks.

So yes, we are angry, moody, sensitive, heck, even annoying if you will, but have you stopped to think about why, instead of blaming it on the fact that we are teenagers? Of course you haven't. But if it makes you feel better, no one ever stopped to consider it either. And just for a fact, most teens around me, except for a few exceptions, are even way more polite than most of the adults I know. Just saying. Adults say we aren't polite for having our own opinions, they're just used to having everyone agreeing with them.

But adults aren't always right.

(And I wrote all of this down bc I've been telling my mom lately how frustrating it's to be a teen.)

[babygirlkiki1016]

Wendigo

As we pulled up the next morning I spotted a man who is talking to Haley, Ben, is checking a shotgun. They're all carrying full backpacks.

"I'll tell you again, I don't think Ben should come. You're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." I hear man say as I get out, Haley shakes her head as Sam and Dean get out of the car. Sam opens the back door of the Impala and pulls out the duffel bag.

"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asks.

"Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asks.

"Who are these guys?" The old man asks.

"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." Haley gestures to the man next to her as Sam heads past everyone.

"You're rangers?" The old man asks.

"That's right." Dean answers.

"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans? While your hiking in that." Haley points to me, signaling at (whatever you decide to wear.)

Dean looks down at himself, then at me. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Dean heads past Haley, I walk up to her.

"And I'm more of 'I don't care what I wear type'."

"What, y'all think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." The old man says as Sam turns back to us.

"Believe me, I know how dangerous this could get. We just wanna help her find her brother, that's all." Dean says as he head past Sam. Our little group hikes through the forest, with 'Roy' in the lead, then Dean, me, Haley, Ben, and Sam bringing up the rear.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean says, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, more than a little." Roy huffs.

"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

"Mostly buck, sometimes bear." Dean passes Roy, uh oh, I can see where this is going.

"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Roy grabs Dean as Sam looks on, I quickly step between them before it escalated.

"Both of you cut it out." I say.

"Whatcha doing, Roy?" Dean asks. Roy grabs a stick and pokes the bear trap Dean had almost stepped in. Haley looks annoyed.

"You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger." Roy drops the stick and retakes the lead.

"It's a bear trap." Dean yells to us and we hike on. Haley catches up to us.

"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." She grabs Dean's arm. "So who the hell are you?" Ben and I goes past her, who stopped to talk to Dean while Sam looks at Dean, who indicates with his expression that Sam's to go on by. Sam obeys and he catches up to me.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey..."

"So how did you sleep?"

"Pretty good, the bed was comfy."

"Did my brother try anything?" He asked worried.

"No he didn't..it was more of me who..."

"You kissed him?!" He whispers the last part.

"No I wanted to, but I turned away before I did anything stupid."

"That's surprising,mostly Dean is the one always trying to get laid." He say, I could tell he's some what pissed.

"Sam...do you think that he could..that we could?"

"No at least not now, your still a kid. Wait a little bit longer before you try anything." He smiles and pats me on the back. Roy continues to lead the way, followed by Sam, me, Ben, Haley, and Dean.

"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy says as Sam heads past.

"What coordinates are we at?" Sam asks. Roy pulls out a GPS, which reads N 35o 45.383, W 111o 00.55.

"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven." Dean comes up to Sam and the three of us listen.

"You hear that?" Dean ask.

"Yeah." Sam replies.

"Wow...Not even crickets." I say.

"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy tells us.

"You shouldn't go off by yourself." I warn.

"That's sweet. Don't worry about me."

"Fine if you wanna be the idiot be my guest." I joke, Roy just waves his gun and pushes between us to retake the lead. Dean turns back to the others as the other two catch up.

"All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." About ten minutes later the five of us are looking around, near a large rock.

"Haley! Over here!" Roy yells and Haley runs towards his voice, followed closely by the others and we come to a halt.

"Oh my God..." Haley gasps. The tents are torn open and bloody and all the supplies are scattered.

"Looks like a grizzly." Dean and Haley look around.

"Tommy?" She takes off her backpack and goes through the campsite.

"Tommy!" Sam moves to catch up with her.

"Shh." Sam says.

"Tommy!"

"Shh-hh-hh!"

"Why?"

"Something might still be out there."

"Sam, Y/n!" Dean yells, me and Sam goes over to him, Sam crouches down.

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." Sam says.

"I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog."

"So then it's a Wendigo, it's the only explanation." I point out.

"We still don't know for sure Y/n."

"Dean think about it, it's fast it doesn't leave a trail and there's claw marks everywhere. It's a Wendigo."

"Y/n it can't be."

"Fine, if I'm right you have to do whatever I ask without complaining."

"Don't do it Dean." Sam intervened, with a smirk on his face but Dean completely ignored him.

"And if I'm right then you have to do whatever I say without complaining for a day."

"Alright deal." I hold out my hand and he shakes it. "Prepare to lose Winchester."

"In your dreams." Dean chuckles and we go back to the campsite as Sam follows. Haley picks up Tom's cell phone it's bloody and she cries. She turns the phone over and the back is open, Dean crouches next to her.

"Hey, he could still be alive." She gives Dean a look.

"Someone Help! Help!" A voice yells and Roy leads the way as everyone except me runs to the aid of the shouter.

"Don't run towards it you idiots!" My words were mostly towards Dean and Sam. They still did it anyway, there figures disappearing was the last thing I saw before I was thrown back against the tree. My vision went black, but before I was unconscious I could see the Wendigo walking towards me.

Dean's Pov-

"Don't run towards it you idiots!" I heard Y/n shout but no one listened.

"Help! Somebody!" It shouts again but we find no one.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley wonders, we listen, nothing.

"Everybody back to camp." Sam says and back at the campsite, all the supplies are missing, including Y/n.

"Y/n?!" I yelled, no response. "Y/n?!" Now I was getting nervous, she was right behind me...wasn't she?

"Our packs!" Haley exclaims, not even caring that one of our own was gone.

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy complains

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." Sam says, that's when we both realized Y/n was right. "Y/n, where is she?"

"Oh you finally notice!" I say sarcastically and kick a rock. "Damnit!"

"You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear and kidnapped that pretty girl?" Roy says, making me even more angry. Sam tugs on my sleeve, catching my attention.

"I need to speak with you. In private." We head a little ways away from the group. "Good. Let me see Dad's journal." Sam says, I hand it over. Sam opens it and flips through until he finds a particular page.

"All right, check that out." Sam points to a First Nations-style drawing of a figure.

"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice. Y/n was right and we new it but you didn't listen. You just wanted to prove her wrong!"

"You think I don't know that!" I try to hold it in, damn it why am I getting emotional? I only met her a week ago! "Well isn't that great." I takes out my pistol. "Since we're hunting a Wendigo, then this is useless." Sam gives me back the journal then heads back to camp but only stopping for a moment.

"One of us should've stayed with her...we need to get these people to safety."

"Sam we can't just leave Y/n-"

"She's probably already dead Dean!....Her father was right...people we know die sooner or later." He leaves and I follow, we get back at the campsite, and Sam addresses the group.

"All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated."

"What?" Haley exclaims.

"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy says.

"It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. You have to leave. Now."

"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders."

"Relax." I huff. "Sam will get you to safety, I'll stay and try to find Y/n."

"Look we never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you." Sam says but Roy steps right into Sam's space.

"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."

"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Roy laughs.

"You know you're crazy, right?"

"Yeah? You ever hunt a wen-" I push Sam, desperately trying to make him calm down.

"Chill out."

"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him."

"Wow well aren't you brave." I comment.

"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."

"How?" Hayley questions.

~

We built a campfire, and I begin to draw something in the dirt around the campsite while Haley pokes at the fire.

"One more time, that's-" Hayley asks but J interrupt.

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." Roy laughs, gun over his shoulder.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy."

When  I was fine with the drawing I head over to sit next to Sam.

"You wanna tell me what's going on in those freaky heads of yours?...Sammy."

"Dean-"

"No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"

"Why don't you focus on your own feelings, I'm sure your feeling pretty guilty."

"Bout what?"

"Dad's not here and if we left then Y/n would still be with us. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?"

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."

"Then I'll get these people back to town and we'll go find Y/n. Then we leave I mean, why are we still even here?"

"This is why." I come around to Sam's front and held up the journal. "This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession-everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business." Sam shakes his head.

"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just-call us? Why doesn't he-tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"

"I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it."

"Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about."

"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man." Sam looks down, then up.

"How do you do it? How does Dad do it?" Dean looks over at the others.

"Well for one, them." Sam looks over at Haley and Ben. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable....I'll tell you what else helps." Sam looks back at Dean.

"Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can, starting with the one that took Y/n." Sam smiles, but a twig snaps, someone presumably the wendigo yells "Help me! Please!" I stand and readied my gun.

"Help!" Sam shines a flashlight about.

"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." I warn.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy jokes.

"Better than ending up dead."

"Help! Help me!" Growling, Roy points his gun at the sound.

"Okay, that's no grizzly." Ben starts to freak out a little but Haley talks him through it.

"It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise." Something rushes past and she shrieks. I just smile, scardey cat.

"It's here." Sam says. Roy shoots at the rustling, then again.

"I hit it!" He yells happily and being the idiot that he is, goes to see what he hit.

"Roy, no! Roy!" I yell after him, I turn to Hayley and Ben. "Don't move." She's holding a stick, burning at one end, as a weapon. Me and Sam run after Roy, but no luck.

~

Sam is sitting against a hollow tree stump, holding dad's journal and playing with a lanyard. Me and the other two are among the tents.

"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real."

"I wish I could tell you different." I sigh.

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?"

"We don't. But we're safe for now."

"How do you know about this stuff" Carefully, I think of what to say.

"Kind of runs in the family." Sam comes over.

"So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

"Well, hell, you know I'm in." I say, I had to, I needed to. That son if a bitch took her, and I was gonna get her back. Sam shows the wendigo page of dad's journal to the siblings.

"'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'."

"They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter." I contribute.

"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley wonders.

"Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner Party." Ben says.

"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sam intervenes.

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." I sigh, I knew the feeling...and Y/n probably does to.

"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked.

"You're not gonna like it." I glance at Sam, then back to her.

"Tell me."

"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there, and hurry cause he might it's next meal."

"And then how do we stop it?"

"Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically-" I grab the can of lighter fluid, the beer bottle, and the white cloth that was in the ground. "We gotta torch the sucker."

~

Once we gave them hints about what there headed into, I lead the way through the woods, Molotov cocktail in hand. We pass trees with claw marks and blood. Sam is leading the group now, with me right behind him.

"Dean." He calls out, and I catch up.

"What is it?" We look around at the trees, there are bloody claw marks and broken branches everywhere.

"You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Growling was heard and the three of us whip around. Trees rustle as Haley is standing under a tree. Blood drips on her shirt.

"Sam..." I say point towards Haley. She notices to what I'm pointing to and looks up, then leaps out of the way. Roy's corpse lands where she'd stood. I examine Roy as Sam goes over to Haley.

"You okay? You got it?" He asks.

"His neck's broken." I comment. Sam helps Haley up and more growling is heard. "Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!" I yell. Everybody takes off and Ben falls, Sam hurries back to help him up, dividing the group two and three.

"Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha." Sam tells Ben, I listen for any movement. I heard a noise, then Haley screams, it was the Wendigo.

Y/n's Pov-

I woke up to shouting, it was Sam and Ben trying to talk to Haley. She was hanging by her wrists from the ceiling while Dean was trying to wake me up.

"C'mon darling, focus, focus." He unties me, making me fall forward but he catches me. "It's ok I got you, I got you. Can you walk?"

"Yeah...." I say groggily. Haley divests herself of rope as she stands up she spots Tom still hanging and starts crying.

"Y/n hey focus on me!" Dean caresses my cheek, tears were falling down his cheeks. "I thought I lost you..."

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to kill me." I smile, he returns it and hugs me. I spot the stolen supplies that are piled in the corner.

"Dean." I say and point to the bags, Dean picks up flare guns.

"Flare guns. Those'll work." Sam grins and Dean laughs while twirling the guns. We decide to make our escape and head down a tunnel, Me, Dean and Sam in the lead with the flare guns and the two siblings supporting Tom, who is limping. Growling is heard once more.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." I say.

"We'll never outrun it." Dean says and looks back at the others, then at me. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam answers.

"Good, I'll distract it, the four of you get out of here."

"That is not what I was thinking!"

"Oh I'll be fine." I stare at him in disbelief.

"If you think your gonna go up against it alone your dead wrong. We'll distract it while y'all get out of here." Dean knew he didn't have the time to argue, so he agreed.

"All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here."

"What are you gonna do?" Haley intervenes. Dean winks and starts walking and yelling.

"Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I'm feeling good." The rest of Dean's words are indistinct. I follow Dean before he could get himself killed.

"Hey! Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I'm right here!"

"I think it heard you Dean."

"Well if it heard me then why isn't it here?" I shake my head and listen, at first I couldn't hear anything but then I heard growling far of into the distance, then Sam yelling.

"Dean it's by Sam."

"Son of a bitch." He yells and we run down the tunnel towards where Sam is.

Eventually we spot the Wendigo and we come up behind it.

"Hey!" I yelled. The Wendigo turns and before Dean could shoot it, it slices his neck. Blood began pouring out, Dean eyes me and falls to the ground.

"No!" I yelled and ran to his side, it slowly came towards me but Sam yelled to distract it. However Sam wasn't having any luck either, Sam's flare gun was thrown to the side and he was cornered. I look back to Dean who was bleeding out badly, he wouldn't last much longer.

"Hold on ok? Hold on.." I cried, tears ran down my cheeks faster then me running a marathon. Although it was like I knew what to do. I place my hand on Deans neck to try to stop the bleeding, he grabs my hand roughly, I could see the fear in his eyes as he gasped from breath.

"Breath just breath ok? Hold on, please!" I focused and like an instinct the words came to me. "Heli tius naman" I muttered over and over, my hands began to glow as his skin begins to form back together. His eyes showed amazement as he watched my form changed, my hair turned white as snow. I looked towards the Wendigo who was about to kill Sam, and hold out my hand as I begin enchanting.

"Sini tuis montir ot leh!" The Wendigo turns but is trapped in place growling at me.

"Sam now!" I yelled and Sam grabs the flare gun then lights the evil son of a bitch. As the Wendigo burned I turn my focus back to Dean, who was staring at me. Sam runs over, with fear in his eyes.

"....Not bad, huh?" Dean jokes as he stands up and he pulls me up along with him. Sam sighs I'm relief, then hugs me.

"Thank you...I don't know what you did but I don't know what I would've done if he..." Sam let's go and Dean slowly approaches me.

"Your nose.." He reaches over and rubs the blood from my skin with his sleeve. After we exit the woods, an ambulance loads up Tom. Two Police officers interviews Ben as Sam stands behind him.

"And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?" Asked the officer.

"That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds." Ben agreed and Sam nods in approval.

"All right, we'll go after it first thing." I watched as Haley talked to Dean, both have already been patched up. A weird feeling set in my heart, what is this? Am I...jealous? Haley attempts to kiss Dean on the cheek, but he slowly stepped back. They exchange a few words, then he turns to look at me. Sam sits on the Impala's hood with me as Dean walks over.

"Man, I hate camping." Dean complains.

"Me too." Sam agrees.

"It's not so bad." I say.

"So I guess...you win the bet." Dean admits. "I'm sorry for not being there when it came after you."

"It's ok....it's not your fault your a dum dum sometimes." I giggle, noises of the ambulance caught our gaze. "Think they'll be ok?"

"Yeah they'll make it." Dean smirks, I grab his chin and kiss the corner of his mouth, however he didn't stop me, he slightly kissed back but then realized it wasn't an actual kiss.

"What was that for?" He said blushing.

"For coming to save me...and for wiping my nose and ruining your jacket." He smiles and looks over at his little brother who's smirking at us.

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?"

"Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving." Dean smirks and tosses Sam the keys. The three of us get in the impala, slamming the doors almost in sync. What I can't get out of my head however, is why did Dean refuse Haley but not me?.....

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

One Night Only 2, Part 7

But what DMs? Who's talking shit about me," you hiss mid-stair. He's halfway down the hall.

"Bring ya ass on," he whisper-yells and you jog over to grab his wrist demanding his focus.

"Tell me."

"I hear you," he says a little forcefully, unzipping the fly to his black Levi's and walking sock-footed into the main bathroom on the way to the toilet.

"Okay so? Why have you never brought any of this up to me? And how many of these messages you been getting?"

"Hella. Bae, get out I gotta piss."

"I need to see these messages."

"You finna see more than that."

"I don't care, I've seen your dick before.. Erik!.."

"Out," he points to the door. 

Closing it behind you, you wait in the hall while he does his business. When he opens the door he double-blinks shocked to see you standing so close, glaring up at him.

"You never mentioned it... Don't you think that's something important to tell me?"

"For what," he deadpans. "What would you do with that information?"

"Tell you I'm not cheating!"

"I know you not cheating." He says it so matter-of-factly that it catches you off guard.

"It's just odd. Someone sends you pictures and you aren't the least bit curious?"

"Should I suspect you?"

"Hell nah! I'm very loyal," you scoff. "But with all these seeds being planted in your mind, you never had any doubts about me?"

"Once or twice," he admits, his forearm now resting on the wall over your head.

"WHEN?" Your eyes are wide.

"You remember when I hit you up and you said you was at the studio, but my producer ain't see you?"

Of course I remember that.

"I couldn't figure out why you'd lie to me about something that small."

"Erik, that was the night I wanted to surprise you by having your favorite cheesecake from Sugar's because I was excited you were coming home!"

"I know that now," he smirks sarcastically. It was also the first night we played with food and sex. The cake was a mess, we had to buy new sheets. "Only reason I was trippin then was cuz three niggas DM'd me the same video saying you was in the clubs with 6lack and that I'm a simp cuz the nigga was kissing all down your neck." He rubs down his own thick neck in distaste for the mental image. "I zoomed," he pinched the air, "She looked like you, her skin and her hair. Side profile. The fucked up part was I knew through the business 6lack was tryna collab and you were on to collab with a rapper. Plus I was away for a lil bit. But I looked at that picture real close and I saw she had green polish. Last I'd seen, you were wearing white."

"I've never even- ...what? Erik! You should've told me!"

"No need. Even if the rumors were true, I wouldn't leave you.. Not immediately."

"Not immediately, but you'd dip on my ass and I wouldn't know why." That actually kind of hurts. "I mean, I do get it. Cheating is definitely my dealbreaker."

"Oh for sure. Disloyalty is mine and I hate liars."

"Wow," I mouth just staring at him. "You really never hit me with the questions.."

"I checked up on you to make sure you were straight," he straightens defensively.

"No, I know. I mean clocking my moves. You never did that."

"I'm not your last nigga," his brow raises indignantly. "You know where home is just like I know what I deserve."

"You're right, you deserve the best. You deserve me," you smile, the smile drooping seconds later. "Erik, those messages.. all these lies about me. They really bother me and I know they shouldn't and that I should get used to it but I don't like having my integrity on trial like this. I don't get why people would say so much about someone they've never met, like I'm not a person with emotions."

He unlocks his phone and taps a few times and when he shows you the screen it's his Twitter account. His DM's are packed full of people, just like yours. It suddenly hits you how you never check each others' phones. You never felt a need to check his. He puts his phone in your hand and you scroll opening a random message.  It's a nude of a blonde white woman sent with no other information. She's showing pale pink nipples and barbie proportions but he hadn't responded. The next message is one from one of his fan accounts sending him a bunch of hearteyes. He takes over the phone exiting out of that and scrolling. The next message he shows, they'd forwarded a post about you fucking 6lack with a sad face emoji.  You open it and have to admit there's a strong resemblance, but you've never, ever cheated on him.

"What the hell? That's not even me, I swear!"

"I know."

"This is raising my blood pressure."

"It goes with the fame. They always talk shit about me being a fuckboy even though I been with you all this time. It just means you're relevant."

"There's gotta be other ways to stay relevant- Shh. Wait... You hear that?"

You listen to the air. It's silent, you just noticed. You decide to peep in on the baby. He's still knocked out. Though it's quiet now, he'd slept through another World War and it makes you wonder how bad Nay and Corey have been cuttin up in that apartment for this kid to be that used to the noise. Nay probably underplayed the severity of the situation.

Erik cracks the door again concealing the baby from your sight to direct you to the stairs with a nod. Leading the way, you head down silently

in search of Anaya. She's not in the living room where you'd left her with Corey and they're not in the kitchen, his favorite place.

"Where did she go," you mouth watching Erik peep through a window and cross the room. You look through the same window, see nothing, and follow Erik as he heads to the hot tub. As you approach, you can hear noises. Splashing, plopping, moaning, and..

"Shit, y'all getting it in ain't you," Erik grins. Anaya's body melts into the water as she grips the edge of the hot tub to hide. Corey hits one more pump and she hits him, not wanting to moan.

"GET OUT," Corey yells sending a splash out of the tub in Erik's direction. It sprinkles you both, but most of the water falls back down as you hop back.

"This my house," Eriks grins.

"And I like to watch,"  you add, humored by the fact that they can't find it within themselves to stop fuckin.

"Y/N get out!" Anaya splashes, water bouncing from her arch as Corey's hips clap against her ass underwater. You laugh holding your knees so not to fall.

"Get it Nay! That's how you get baby number 2!"

"GET OUT," they both yell in unison.

Back in the house, Erik's eyes are crinkled and he's trying to contain himself like you but you're both actually children and can't stop giggling. In any case, the two seem to be alright now.

"Baby. I wanna finish this conversation." You wait beside the sink looking at his eyes. "As you know, Anaya and I made a fake page and found some of the people who be spreading shit about me. Hate pages and they're mostly mad because I'm with you."

"I saw that shit. Sent them to Quentin and he said he traced the IP addresses of the two Twitter accounts we sent him, but something ain't sit right with me." He pours himself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and leans against the counter to eat it, smacking loudly. "Who been watching us to know my schedule.. They said some bout me leaving the house and us barely being together. My tour schedule is public but other than that don't nobody but you and my team really know where I be."

"You think it's somebody on your team doing this?"

"Nah, everybody on my team love you and glad you're here to make me more manageable. They feel like they can snitch to you to keep me in line."

That one makes you giggle.

"I think it could be someone on your team. Someone you hired." He stares through you as he chews and you wait for him to finish his theory, on edge. It's all got you paranoid especially when he sits the bowl down unfinished. "Gimme your phone." He looks serious and confused, you hand it over.

"I'll be back," he says zipping up the stairs. Within minutes he's back with shoes on fully dressed grabbing his keys. He kisses you on the cheek and you jog after him to the door.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"TELL COREY DON'T NUT IN MY TUB," he yells back as you watch him leave.

---

With nothing to do and no one to do it with you decide working on your music is the best use of your time and return to the home studio to work on track six of your album. Last you were there, you couldn't get quite right. Erik could hear it and so could you.

Pursing your lips you slide back up to the computer, put your Drop headphones back on, and play it back. Then you add the rap from earlier and play it back wishing the team was still in the house to give some advise. Hell at this point you'd listen to Courtney, the new and improved nanny. 

Nanny...

NANNY.

Before another thought can cross your mind, you're tossing your headphones back on the table and running down the stairs out to the hot tub where Anaya and Corey are in their underwear slow dancing to Marvin Gaye. Rushing in, you immediately start looking for their phones in their pile of clothes.

"Sis. Whatcha doin," Corey asks still looking at Anaya but he can hear me ruffling through their things.

"Looking for a phone, Erik has mine."

"Under y'all coffee table," he says finally making eye contact to see your face twisted in mock disgust. "What.. don't act like y'all niggas don't fuck everywhere in this house."

"It's our house! That's okay though y'all just roll in where we nutted at, it's fine," you wave dismissively.

"Y'all can soak in where we nutted at! Have fun cuh' I skeeted all in this bih-"

"BYE COREY. Stupid ass," I mumble so he hears. I don't have time to play with him I need to call Erik.

"What bitch," he answers and you almost fire off, feathers ruffled and taken aback until you remember you're calling from Corey's number.

"Babe.."

"Y/N," his tone changes. "Sup baby, you okay?"

"Yeah I thought about what you said and the NANNY.. what if it was her? Not Courtney but the one I caught in my stuff.. Raven. She freaked me out."

"I think you might be right, I got her info from your phone. I'm headed to her now."

"You're going to her apartment?"

"Yeah, trust me okay?"

"Okay but I've got a bone to pick with her, I would've went just so I could beat her ass one time."

He snorts. "You're staying out of it. As far as anyone knows, you aren't the one who deals with this shit. You have an image to protect.. unless you wanna be painted as aggressive and reckless like me." 

"I don't care."

"Yes. You do."

"And anyway you're not as reckless as they paint it and when you are I like it," you shrug resting your hand on your hip. "You've got character.. and so do I."

"Okay well keep your character over there, you got enough drama on your name."

Hanging up with him, you realize you can't call the bitch either because her contact was in your phone, but that can't be the end of it. It's not that you don't trust Erik, you just want your one hit in. Heading to the hot tub again, you catch Anaya and Corey as they're coming back toward the kitchen.

"ANAYA."

"YES? WHAT," she asks wide-eyed like I'm blowing her high.

"You won't believe this. I think that old nanny, the one who neglected my godson to play dressup in my closet, might be the one who leaked my number."

Immediately she freezes in place. "You know you did contact her before it happened," she points at me connecting dots in her head. "She was probably the type. No, definitely. It was her ass," she nods swinging hands like she's ready to fight.

"Godson?... My son?" Corey looks interested now, chin angled down like it better be a lie.

"Anthony, nigga. I hired her to give Anaya a mental break and the trifling hoe did nothing all day but walk around my house and go through my stuff."

"She ain't even feed or change my son," Anaya adds tapping Corey on his chest. He's pissed all over again, his lip curled in disgust.

"Hell nah where she at," he frowns.

"Erik went to find her and took my phone since he figured it out first. I don't have her information."

"Hell, I do." Anaya jogged up the stairs and returned holding the sleeping Anthony and a slip of paper. "I wrote it down after what she did cause I was ready to find her ass myself but didn't wanna do it here and drag you in it, you got enough problems. Sorry for unlocking your phone, but hmm," she hums as Corey takes the slip scanning it.

"I'm glad you did it," you assure glad to have the information now. Corey's already gone and when he returns he's got your car keys in hand, storming out the front door and you jog after him with your hand out. "Uh uh! Bring my keys back!" He looks at you like you've got to be kidding but when he comes back, you snatch the house key to lock up and toss them back to him. "Now we can go!" This time you don't stop him as he jogs off. You, Anthony, and Anaya are right behind him. It's the fastest Anaya has ever put Anthony in that carseat with him waking up only to look around and out the car windows, touch his shoes, and go back to sleep.

-----

Pulling up to the address you see Erik's car and hop out the passenger side of your car as Corey leaves the car running for sake of the A/C. "Stay here with my son," he orders to Anaya, slamming the door.

"Easy. On. My. Car," you fuss rolling your eyes. The both of you jog ahead to the apartment building and there's no elevator in sight. Without a second thought, he jogs up the stairs and you follow, walking up.

By the time you get there, your legs hurt but you make it to the apartment not sure of whose ass you can beat until your legs recover. You try the door and it's unlocked so you walk in, stopping short before you turn the corner. When you peep around...  There standing with his arms folded is Erik in front of Corey who's threatening to kill someone. Never have you ever seen Corey this angry to threaten to kill someone but he's serious. Briefly you wonder why Erik's standing there in front of him like that and not brawling then you peep a little further. There's a gun pointed at them but you can't see who's holding it without exposing that you're there and coming in further. It looks like it's Raven's arm.

"You better pray you don't miss," Corey laughs behind Erik as he moves to block Corey's vital points.

"Say that to my face.. step around," the girl's voice taunts. "Scared?"

Corey is losing control and it finally hits you that Erik's using himself as a shield because the girl won't shoot him.

"COME ON," she challenges. "I don't want you here, I just want HIM," she chuckles.

"Fuck that," Erik retorts. "Never again."

Again?? You almost walk in there but stop yourself. It had to be before you. Yeah, that has to be the case.

"If you strip for me... right... now," she giggles, "I'll let your friend go. Simple.  Whaddya say Erik? I promise. Baby, I promise."

Oh hell nah.

"He ain't doing shit bitch, shoot me. I dare you," Corey jumps causing Erik to shift again.

You can't leave and you don't have a phone to tell Anaya to call 911. Besides, neither of you would respect calling 911 anyway it was already out of the question.

But you also know if the bitch is this crazy and Corey is this mad, she will shoot him dead and Erik can't move because he knows she'll shoot Corey. They're stuck and she's taking advantage. There's only one thing left to do.

"BOO BITCH," you yell running around the corner praying you don't die tonight. You anticipate her firing her gun at you and slide as she shoots.. like a boss until she fires down. You try to dodge and get hit in the shoulder before Erik tackles her to the ground almost breaking her hand to seize the gun, snatching it.

"Corey, take Y/N and go," he orders.

"Hell nah! I ain't get shot to leave I'm in this," you fuss.

"She said she ain't leaving till this bitch dead," Corey points to the woman who's pinned to the ground.

"If it's by your hand, I'll accept it," the woman on the ground laughs like a psycho.

"Harpo who this woman?" You stare at Erik's head and he looks back at you briefly, sighing in irritation.

"You wanna talk about this now??"

"Did you put your dick in that bitch? When?"

"When we separated. It was one time."

You gasp. "You was fuckin groupies while we were apart?!"

"Baby.. yes, okay. Damn."

"So what was the difference between me and them? You were really fucking random bitches!!"

"You're not special," the woman he's sitting on teases and you finally get a good look at her to realize it's not Raven at all...

"Who is this bitch," you squint looking down at her.

"SOME BITCH," he yells.

"Psycho bitch," Corey adds. "Slice her fuckin titties off yo."

"Corey... Who's this bitch," you ask.

"Superfan. Stalker ass.."

"What?" Now you're really confused.

"This was never about you. She was tryna get to me," Erik reveals.

"Cuz you fucked her," you blurt.

"YEAH. I FUCKED HER. ONE TIME."

"What you expect," Corey interjects. "I told your ass to go get him, how long you expect him to hold out. Two years? Cut him some slack. Man was going through it."

"Don't worry, I took care of him then, he'll be okay if you walk out again," the girl under Erik giggles pissing you off for the last time.

"Uh uh, Erik get up," you command and initially he ignores you, but you tap his shoulder and gesture for him to stand up.

Groaning, he gestures to your injured shoulder but steps back and the woman chuckles standing up from the floor.

"I'm a beat your ass myself. Woman to woman," you nod feeling her out to see how she'll move. You haven't been in many fights in your life, but win or lose this is one you feel like you need.

"You can try, " she shrugs and you both move trying to find that in. She raises her hands like she's finding a time to swing and you wait doing the same.

"Hit me bitch," she laughs.

"I will," you chuckle ready to boo her.

She jabs and you dodge but her follow-up hits you in the nose knocking you back and you can see Corey in the background balling his lips like a mother saying you better not lose.

She hits you again and you miss her when you swing giving her the chance to grab your injured shoulder. Yelling out in pain, you grab her and scuffle knocking her backward where gravity does the work. She hits her head on the floor and straddle her to return the hits she gave you to her face with interest until Erik pulls you off by your waist holding you back.

"Put me down, I'm a drown her in her own blood!"

"Chill bae, I called my bodyguards. They'll handle her and her funky ass cousin. We need to leave though. Let's just go home.."

You still, calming yourself and smoothing out your hair before scooting to kick her one time in the ribs, "For Anaya," and once more "for Anthony. Now I'm done."

Spinning on your heels and walking out, you head down the stairs where Corey and Erik come down right behind you.

@ljstraightnochaser

[protag-rantaro]

"Confusion and Familiarity" Prologue [PART 4]

Written by the fantastic Mod Tai!

Ding Dong- Bing Bong!

A bell? Rantaro and Kirumi looked at the monitor in front of them and 5 little bears were sitting on the couch. 

"Everyone, make your way to the gym, please! The opening ceremony can finally begin" and with that the monitor turned black once again.

What the hell? what ceremony are they talking about?

It didn't took long for everyone to gather in the gym. Soon the chatting started and the gym became pretty lively.

"Hmm, it's pretty amazing seeing all 16 of us Ultimates gathered together" Kaito showed everyone his thumbs up with a carefree grin.

"Pardon me, but… we should be on our guard. We don't know if and when danger will strike" Keebo reminded everyone and the group became silent for a few seconds.

"D-Don't say that… I'm scared, so scared! I don't know… what to do..." Kokichi sniffed and Rantaro carefully watched him.

"You don't have to be scared! Atua will protect us all!" Angie smiled brightly and Kokichi's mood quickly changed.

"Ohhh, that's a relief! Pheew!!" Kokichi noticed Rantaro's stare and stuck his tongue out with a funny grimace. 

What a weird child. But in the end Rantaro couldn't help but laugh about the grimace.

"Seriously, is y'alls heads full of weed or somethin'? I'll whack them out of your skulls if you need me to!" Miu called out annoyed from all the noise and different chatter in the gym, but suddenly a loud, familiar noise could be heard in the gym and then huge robots appeared before us.

"Wow, Keeboy! Are you related to those monsters?" Kokichi pointed at those monsters with a mischievous grin. 

"O-Of course not! That's robophobic! Stop those comments right now, Kokichi!!" Keebo was angry and Kokichi was laughing, but the fear was clearly visible in everyone's eyes, even in Kokichi- and Keebo's eyes.

"These aren't monsters! These are Exisals!" one of the monsters- no, Exisals spoke. 

"They're highly mobile, bipedal weapons platforms" they continued proudly. "Weapons?" Someone called out from the back of the group with a panic.

"Alright, chill out, no need to panic… We're probably not in danger, because if they wanted to kill us, they would have done it by now" with that Rantaro casually walked over to the Exisals.

"You clearly want something, that's why you have the guns, right? Wait, let me guess… you're gonna force us to do something and if we don't do it...we will get hurt" Rantaro continued with a hand in his chin. "Well, you have our attention. So what do you want?"

"Huh, aren't you a clever guy..." Monosuke spoke in a mocking way.

"I will start! Listen up! Here is what we want you dumbasses to do-" 

"KILLING GAME" suddenly Monokid was cut off from Monodam, who didn't said anything until now.

"Hell yeah, It's a-"

"KILLING GAME" Monodam interrupted Monkid again.

"H-how DARE you, Monodam!" Monokid yelled angry and upset.

"Hey, if I-I heard him correctly-" Keebo whispered to himself.

"My sweet little cubs~" a new voice was echoing through the gym and Rantaro felt a shiver down his spine. 

"That voice!" Monophanie called out, the other cubs stopped fighting and the lightning in the gym shut off.

"I am the God of this world!" a new bear, similar to the Monokubs appeared on the stage.

"It's the one and only Monokuma! Nice to meet ya~!" He announced himself, ignoring all the confused looks from the students.

"Even when the prologue is going wayyy too long and is very tiresome to read and write- I will allow it, because you cubs are sooo cute!" Monokuma seemed like he talked with himself, but to be honest… who knows who he is talking too?

"Well, that may be, but I'm more concerned about the "Killing game" you have mentioned earlier" Rantaro walked up to the front, but Monokuma only chuckled mockingly.

""I want you students with your Ultimate-level talents to participate in my killing game!" Monokuma stared down on us, waiting for a reaction.

"Gentlemen not hurt people!" Gonta shouted,but Monokuma was unimpressed by that.

"The academy is surrounded by a huge wall. You can't escape and as long as we have the Exisals… you can't defy us. In other words I have the power of life and death over each and everyone of you! Muhahaha!" and again Monokuma laughed hysterical as if all of this was the funniest joke he ever heard.

"Y-You gotta be kidding me! Why would friends kill each other?! You're totally insane!" Tenko yelled with all her courage she possessed.

"... Who said you guys were friends? You are all enemies out to kill each other! But the point is that it's not enough to simply kill someone. You also have to survive the class trial" Monokuma talked very close to the microphone he was holding.

"What is the punishment if you get exposed in the so-called class trial" Kiyo asked and Monkuma smiled satisfied.

"Simple- it's an execution! If you do a crime, you get punished. That's the most basic rule-  up this is a Killing game so the punishment should be a bit more… permanent and that's all… so let's start this heart-pounding killing school semester already!"

"Ohh, before I forget- youre free to murder however you like too… stabbing, strangulation, poisoning and then we have: shooting, drowning, crushing your victim to death. I don't care, you can use any method you want and you can kill anyone you like… That should be all- I wonder how it will turn out, puhuuhuhuu~" Monokuma added and with that a big chaos started in the gym.

"Risking our life in a killing game… how absurd" Kiyo crossed his arms unimpressed from Monokuma's speech.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it will be boring, though!" Kokichi had this mischievous look on his face again and didn't seemed to be care at all.

"That- That has to be a lie, right? Right??" Tsumugi was trembling near the corner of the gym. She looked really scared.

It was so loud that Rantaro couldn't concentrate on who was talking in the first place. Impossible to keep track, he took a deep breath.

"We won't participate in your game, Monokuma! Nobody is interested in your game about killing or getting killed" Rantaro spoke up and Keade quickly joined him.

"Yes! We won't accept that! We will never accept that!"

"Well, as the headmaster it's my job to force you to play…but a resistance makes things always way more entertaining for everyone~"

What? Everyone? Who is he talking about? 

Rantaro thought for a second, but he got cut off by the squealing laughter from Monokuma and the Monokubs in the Exisals.

Everything is so messed up!

The academy is surrounded by a cage,

16 Ultimate students are trapped in this academy…

talking stuffed animals and deadly weapons.

new friends forced to play some kind of killing game!

and against our will… we became characters in this totally messed up story.

[whereconfusionisarhyme]

First Reactions To Logan’s Playlist

K first song let’s do this

White and Nerdy-Weird Al Yankovic

Wtf this song was definitely Joan’s idea I mean who else would think of ‘White and Nerdy’ for Logan

Is this like canon he listens to this stuff or like songs about him???

Not Perfect-Tim Minchin

TIM MINCHIN

Bo Burnham better be on Logan's playlist

#deep

Is this about the mindpalace/inside of Thomas’ head??? Cause like???? Ouch???? I think????

Lol nvm it’s not sad lmao

I take back my take back it is sad

So this could be literally “in his mind” or it could be figurative and it’s really messing with my funky flow

Streaks-ANIMA!

Cool instrumental

Love the voice sounds a little like MARINA and Regina Spektor

Oh no I’m two lines in and I can tell it’s gonna be sad

OH NO CONFORMITY RELATED ANGST AHHHHH

Wow Logan is just out here being relatable isn’t he smh 😔👊

"Cause you're a smart kid, but you're still a kid" LOGAN REALLY BE OUT HERE BEING RELATABLE ON MAIN

The Elements-Tom Lehrer

Sounds like what piano class would sound like if I took piano class

Something you would listen to in science class

Bop

Medicine-STRFCKR

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out vibes

Lmao nvm

Gonna go look up the lyrics rn brb

A sad bop

Philosophy cool

Human-Tank And The Bangas

Logan playing this to comfort himself because this singer is the only person who has ever told him this

WHO HURT LOGAN WITH THEIR WORDS

LOGAN THE HEART SKIPPING COMMENT ARE YOU OKAY IM GIVING YOU A HUG

GUYS LOGAN IS TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF THAT HE MATTERS IM NOT OKAY

Last???? Relationship???

Okay I'm not a shipper BUT my theorist analysis obsessed brain is just SCREAMING about Roman and Patton

Observation: Logan is probably atheistic and this song covers God a lot. I don't have a conclusion or anything just pointing that out

This woman do be calming tho like yes I'm beautiful yes I'm special thank you

Okay so I already knew Logan wasn't okay but he 100% isn't okay

Fittet Happier-Radiohead

K two words in and I can tell this is gonna be sad here we go

Employees? Or maybe…other sides?

Minor key ok

SELF HARM ISNT OKAY

"WILL NOT CRY IN PUBLIC" NONONONO

So I heard of a good therapist just downtown-

The Watchtower-The Dø

I paused it cause I need a second after the last one

Guys as someone who dissosiates a lot I think Logan might be dissosiating

Dissosiating to protect himself from his emotions

Y'all just trust me in this one

Coming for the TØP brand I see

K ready to start again here we go

Fire beat I'm vibing with it

Is he trying to distance himself from his emotions to try and perform his tasks better like watching from a Watchtower???

This is the first character I've seen that might dissosiate which only means one thing

I'm gonna be projecting an unholy amount in my fanfiction

"No one in particular" hon who hurt you

City Lights=Emotions (which he considers distractions)??? Maybe??

I'm a William Finn fan come on this isn't my first rodeo

Art Is Dead-Bo Burnham

BO BURNHAM I WAS RIGHT

We all love some good Imposter Syndrome (tm)! :D

This gives Learning New Things About Ourselves' a whole new meaning

Ngl this is the first time I heard the degrading of the piano at the end and I'm here for it

In My Mind-Amanda Palmer

Oop we LOVE setting up impossible expectations for yourself to the point you have a cripplingly horrid self esteem! :D

Logan I've done this before and trust me it isn't worth it the mental breakdowns are too taxing

I'll do it when I'm older=I'm never gonna get around to it

I don't wanna be the person I wanna be either

Why do I perfectly understand every lyric am I ok

Live!!! While you!!!! Can!!!!

At least there's a happy ending

Okay so I've decided that once I'm done I'm gonna make a list of songs I think would fit in the playlist

Algorythym-Childish Gambino

K its spelled incorrectly get ready for some metaphors my dudes

Intro is cool definitely very very Logan WOAH OKAY CHAIN SMOKER

Gonna go look up lyrics I don't understand shit

The chorus sounds like Thanksgiving at my Aunt's house where like 100+ African American relatives blast house music and dance until their feet falls off

Nvm no it doesn't

GO OFF

ELPHABA BETTER WATCH OUT CHILDISH GAMBINO IS COMING FOR YOUR BELT

Adlibs are everything

Letter C-Zach Sherwin

This gives off the same vibes as that one pickle video by Charlie Puth

Roman vs Logan rap battle but it's this

I don't really see why this is related but sure

Time Adventure-The Marcus Hedgehog

Nostalgiaaaaaa

Okay Logan has too many songs talking about one (1) person who is it

I have a gut feeling that it's about Thomas and how Logan used to be enough "back then" but now he thinks he's not cause like let's be honest when was the last time someone gave Logan a strong sincere thank you for all that he does????Excluding DWIT (which doesn't really count in my opinion cause they said he was cool, not like an integral and arguably the most important and powerful side) nobody really appreciates Logan???? Hugs???

Anyway plz ignore this is just how my brain works

K next song

The Breach-clipping.

OKAY SLOW DOWN IM GONNA LOOK UP LYRICS

Is this Daveed Diggs???? I haven't listened to Hamilton in like forever is this Daveed Diggs???

LITERALLY PERFECY PARRALLEL TO LOGAN AND THE SIDES

Sound effects

Really just gonna fry my eardrums like that huh

What I Do For U-Ra Ra Riot

Okay scrap anything and everything I said about it being the sides Logan is 100% talking about Character!Thomas

Erase Me-Ben Folds Five

Ooh this intro reminds me of this one particular musical songs but I don't remember which one

Wait have I listened to this before????

I've listened to this before!

Okay I need to stop being distracted

NOOOOOO don't Erase Yourself!!!!

Logan really just do be having no Self Esteem don't he

Okay so theory: Logan didn't pop up in person in the last video because his eyes were too red from crying

I have 0 evidence so it's not a very good theory but…

Just throwing it out there

One More Time with Feeling-Regina Spektor

Oh no it's Regina Spektor

Oh no I'm gonna cry

Okay so Logan doesnt wanna block of all emotion, only permit some to show???? But most of the time block everything????

Did I get that???

Nobody!!!! Thanks!!!! Logan!!!!

Awww he just wants love and recognition

Tbh this sounds a lot like Roman they have so much in common despite their constant arguing

Galaxy Song-Monty Python

Ooh Monty Python

I haven't listened to Monty Python so I sadly don't know the context

Really just dissing all of the other sides aren't we

Can't really blame him tho

Very scientific

"Yeau~"

Sweet with dark undertones. Love it.

Equation-Hans Zimmer

Later I'm gonna check the equations if they're correct XD

Sunrise-In The Heights

!!!!!!

WHO???!!!!!

K to this is one of my favorite love songs ever it's just so sweet and as someone who's bilingual the concept is just amazingly wonderful so yeah I may be freaking out

Also because WHO??!!

Okay I said I wasn't a shipper but let's be honest this is probably about Roman not romantically but like

OR MAYBE JANUS???

IM SO CONFUSED

But Logan is definitely Nina in this situation it just fits so well with her character for the same reasons I really wanna play her (but never will cause I'm exactly 0% Latin American smh) yeah the pressures to be the smartest and then it backfiring horribly and oh God what if Inùtil is also in the playlist ahhhh

Okay moving on

Lifeboat-Heathers

WHAT

NO

NO

CONFORMITY RELATED ANGST LOGAN STOP BEING RELATABLE AHHHH

IS THIS CAPTAIN THOMAS??? THE OTHER SIDES AS A WHOLE??? AN ABSTRACT CONCEPT???

IM NOT OKAY

Bohemian Groove-Will Connolly

Okay I'm still not recovered from the last song but I need to continue or else I'm never gonna finish this playlist

Eeecccchhhhhoooo

Your friends haven't surpassed you Logan you belong with them okay????

Emptiness despite success??? Millennial who???

Vibing with it but also are you okay

Nvm I know the answer already

Hug All Ur Friends-Cavetown

Okay so Logan is a Cavetown gay noted

Self validation??? Who's she???

Lies. You care so much about what other people *sides* think about you

Maybe Logan listens to this song to remind himself to not care too much

But it doesn't work and it's getting to him more and more

Oh

That took a turn

Breathin'-Thomas Sanders

Good move

Don't really have much to say on this

The Bidding

Spoopy

Alchoholic!Logan

New idea for us fan writers

The pronunciation of beurgoise

Okay I'm like pretty certain at this point that all of the songs that mention a someone else is about Character!Thomas

A Better Version

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS MUSICAL ITS SO UNDERRATED I HAVE LISTENED TO THE SOUNDTRACK AND UNGODLY AMOUNT OF TIMES YESSSSS

But also since I know the song in terrified cause the feels are gonna come in I just know it

Wait so is Jayce supposed to be Thomas???

I am suddenly feeling much more uncertain about my certainty

Okay let me unpause and just listen to it (even though I already know all of the lyrics)

Okay so I'm a dumbass and apparently this song isn't even part of the playlist

Okay so I'm an idiot and the last few songs have all been "related to playlist" and not in the actual playlist I'm big dumb.

Anyway here's my list of songs I think would fit. (BTW, I only went off of lyrics for these ones. I realize that there’s a general sound and vibe for the playlist, but I decided not to follow it.)

Oh No! ~ MARINA

Hug All Ur Friends ~ Cavetown

Bohemian Groove ~ Will Connolly

Guiltless ~ Dodie Clark

Lifeboat ~ Laurens O’Keefe

The Bidding ~ *idk who*

I Am Not A Robot ~ MARINA

Inútil - Lin Manuel Miranda

Through The Eyes Of A Child ~ AURORA

Community Gardens ~ The Scary Jokes

Let me know if I should do this with the other playlists as well! :)