#sooooo my phones broken..

[msmk11]

Sooooo at 11 o’clock at night, as every girl does, I was rearranging my room and moving heavy furniture. While I find myself to be quite the strong and independent woman (I was but at the cost of a sore back and broken snow globe) I can’t help but wish I had had James Potter around to help me.

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It’s late on a Thursday night and Roommate!James is getting ready for bed because he has work in the morning. After finishing brushing his teeth he is walking down the hall to his room when he hears a loud thump from in your room and a muffled “shit!” More than a little worried, he knocks on the door and then cracks it open, “Angel? You okay in here?”

The sight before him is far from what he suspected, but he can’t help the amused grin that creeps onto his face. Your room, to say the least, is a disaster. Furniture is all out of order, books are scattered everywhere, and on top of your pajamas you are wearing a tutu that has to have been a child’s and rainbow, heart-shaped sunglasses.

“Uh, so what’s happening in here?”

You have the decency to look at least a little sheepish at being caught, “oh nothing, just rearranging my room.”

James looks at his phone, “at 11:30 at night? Angel, don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“Well yeah, but I was sitting here, getting ready for bed, when I realized that my room looks all wrong. And I had to change it.”

“And it can’t wait until tomorrow?”

You shake your head, “nope. Won’t be able to sleep until it’s fixed.”

Even though he sighs, he can’t help but find this all a little bit endearing. And you just look too damn cute in that tutu that’s much too small, “well, at least let me help you. This furniture is heavy.”

You pout at him and cross your arms, “I am perfectly strong and independent, thank you very much. I don’t need a big strong man’s help.”

He pokes your cheek to get you to smile and says, “I know you are, angel. But it’d make me feel better if I did it. Don’t want something falling on you and you getting hurt.”

You look at him with those big, soft eyes of yours and say, “but don’t you have a big meeting tomorrow? You need your sleep.”

His heart nearly bursts in his chest, “Well yeah. But I won’t sleep regardless, either cause I’m helping you or I’m up worrying about you. So just accept my help.”

You grumble out a little “fine.”

He gives you a smile, “excellent, now tell me more about this tutu.”

[suzukiblu]

Been looking through your assorted aus page and the link for "weird amnesia Timberkon"/"for the game young" is broken (as in, the tag does not appear to exist). It seems like you put a lot of time into that page so I figured you'd want to know (and also selfishly I am very interested in finding out what weird amnesia timberkon entails)

WHOOPS, my bad, messed that one up. Should be all fixed on the page now, though! Oddly I only seem to have one teeny lil' snippet up for that AU, to my surprise, could've sworn I'd posted more? Sooooo as thanks for catching that busted link for me, have a nice big chunk of the WIP behind this read-more, hah.

So Superboy is apparently an idiot. Then again, whatever, if Bernard were an indestructible telekinetic half-alien he would probably also not worry too much about looking subtle in his civvies or maintaining a secret identity, and also it's been a while since he's heard anything about the guy doing any active superheroing anyway so maybe Superboy is just assuming that the entire planet somehow forgot about his teen heartthrob superhero posters and all those close-up high-def publicity shots of his very public face and whatever? Oh, and also that one time that he literally fucking died to save the whole freaking world and the big ol' memorial statue. Statues? There might've been two, come to think. 

So maybe an idiot. 

A very hot idiot, though. 

Well, whatever, Bernard figures, taking a sip of his boba tea and idly watching Superboy check out his boyfriend from the far side of the cafe like he's a sad puppy in a shop window who just wants a little love. Tim is looking at his phone and appears oblivious to Superboy's existence. 

Bernard assumes Tim's doing that thing where he pretends to not be Robin, for obvious reasons. That thing remains adorable but is getting increasingly less convincing as time goes on. Like, he really doesn't know what Tim actually thinks he thinks he does in his downtime? There is no logical reason for a civilian to be either as ripped or as scarred as Tim Drake is, but part of being Tim Drake's boyfriend is pretending to be oblivious to those facts and also never questioning his flimsy excuses to run off at a moment's notice or disappear during a crisis or whatever else. 

Bernard tries to figure out how to politely extricate himself from the situation for long enough for Tim to go check up on Superboy, because Superboy very clearly needs to be checked up on. Unfortunately he went to the bathroom like ten minutes before the guy walked in all sad-puppy so the obvious option is out, and Tim knows damn well he isn't gonna call his parents for anything less than a full-on emergency, and his friends it'd be weird not to just text, and . . . fuck, he doesn't know. He needs an angle here. 

"I'll be right back, babe, just gotta duck into the bathroom real quick," Tim says, glancing up from his phone with an apologetic smile. Bernard relaxes slightly. Okay, that works, thank you, Bat-planning. Superboy can just follow Tim back to the bathroom and they can do whatever superhero sidebar they need to do back there. 

But then Tim gets up, gives him a peck on the cheek, and heads back to the bathroom, and Superboy . . . doesn't follow him. 

The hell? 

Bernard represses a frown and takes another sip of his boba. Superboy continues not to follow Tim. He just sits there at his own little table with his completely untouched drink, looking like the saddest puppy that has ever sadded. 

Bernard is mystified. 

Are they having a fight, maybe? Is Tim ignoring Superboy because of that, not the secret ID stuff? That seems weird and not very Tim-like, fighting or not. But Superboy's in Gotham and came into the cafe after they did, so he can't be the one avoiding Tim. But also he didn't follow him to the bathroom when presented with the very unsubtle opportunity to do so, so . . . what the hell? 

Weird. 

Bernard takes yet another sip of boba and keeps watching Superboy. Superboy seems oblivious to said watching, but he guesses the guy is pretty famous and is a very public superhero and is always doing impressive shit and all that, so he's probably used to being watched. Oh, and also he's stupid, stupid hot. 

Bernard cannot imagine being this used to attention, but apparently Superboy is. Bernard, of course, is not a punk idol superhero built like a porn star and a supermodel had a threeway with a bodybuilder. So like, that particular bit of mental dissonance probably makes sense and all. Life experiences are not universal, and all that. 

Especially not when the life experience one is comparing oneself to started in a cloning tube. 

Well, it's not like it's a burden for Bernard to have a free pass on checking out a hottie while he waits for Tim to come back from, presumably, waiting for Superboy to come and talk to him. Which Superboy is just . . . not doing, still. Inexplicably. 

Still, sad puppy or not, Superboy's civvies look damn good on him, so that's something. Bernard's enjoying them, like as an aesthetic experience and everything. Superboy's wearing an unbuttoned red flannel shirt with rolled-up sleeves over a very tight black tank top and even tighter light wash skinny jeans that are bafflingly intact, considering the fact that a dude with Kryptonian-level super-strength is currently vacuum-sealed into them. 

Does tactile telekinesis work on skinny jeans? Is that a thing? Like, are Superboy's jeans currently indestructible? 

That sounds amazing, actually. 

Also, those buckled-up black leather boots he's wearing look like they could straight-up kill a dude, Kryptonian power-assist or not. And the shiny mirrored sunglasses and ridiculous multitude of even shinier gold piercings all suit the guy, somehow, and even without looking like too much. 

Relatedly, Superboy's tank top is very, very tight. 

Also relatedly, his nipples are apparently pierced. 

And so is his belly button, it looks like. 

Ngh. 

Superboy's vacuum-sealed jeans are not quite tight enough for Bernard to figure out if he's got any below the spike-studded belt piercings, but his imagination is happy to fill in the blanks there. He's tempted to ask for Tim's theories on the existence of any such piercings, because yeah Superboy has super-hearing but Bernard has no shame and Tim logically should know, buuuuut he's still pretending not to know Tim is Robin so yeah, probably he shouldn't do that. 

He could start a new conspiracy board for it, maybe. That'd be fun. 

Superboy also has leather cuffs on his wrists and mismatched rings and necklaces and a really hot fade haircut that is noticeably windswept, and really, really looks like something that Bernard would like to see somebody dig their fingers into. Just–look, there's curls. Bernard cannot be blamed for curls. 

And he's trying not to eye the cuff bracelets too much, but they provide very nice inspiration for a certain style of kinky thoughts. Not that Superboy couldn't snap basically any set of cuffs that wasn't made of kryptonite or promethium or like a magical kryptonite-promethium alloy or whatever without even trying, obviously, but like, somehow the thought of the guy having to restrain himself more than anything else makes the whole mental image hotter? Like, somehow? 

Bernard pictures Superboy wearing a pair of cheap flimsy sex toy handcuffs and trying very, very hard to keep himself in them while someone else takes very careful inventory of all his piercings, wherever and whatever they all just so happen to be. 

Jesus. Yeah, there's a thought. 

Is it weird to consider flirting up your boyfriend's superhero bestie while he's badly pretending to be a civilian, Bernard wonders? Is that a thing? 

Probably, but he still has no shame and is also in an open relationship, so whatever. 

Hell, who knows, in retrospect maybe Tim actually arranged this setup specifically for Bernard to get an eyeful of his work crush. Like, Bernard always felt like Robin and Superboy had some significant UST going back in the day. Maybe Tim wants to finally do something about that, and the setup idea sounds like a very "Bat" approach to doing said something. And it'd explain why Superboy didn't follow Tim to the bathroom and maybe even why he's coming across kind of anxious right now, if he's trying to psych himself up to come over or something. Like, if he's nervous about making a good impression, though Bernard cannot imagine why he ever would be. Well, not like Supers are known for their undercover skills, so . . . 

Either way, if that's the plan, Bernard is very fine with it, so he decides to go find out for himself and picks up his drink to head over and chat the guy up. Worst case scenario, he’s just gotten his hopes up a little, he figures. Best case, he’s putting Superboy out of his “oh god, how do I do undercover” misery. 

"Mind if I sit?" he asks, and flashes Superboy a grin as he gestures at the empty seat at the other half of his table. Superboy looks weirdly startled, like he somehow expected to go unnoticed despite being a literal superhero who is also unspeakably hot and is also wearing very, very tight clothes that he's this close to busting out of. Like, at least half a dozen girls are actively checking him out right now, as is the dude behind the counter and the old guy on the sidewalk outside who’s busy badly pretending to be reading the outdoor menu board instead of checking out Superboy’s ass through the front window. 

So yeah, Bernard really does not understand that apparent assumption. 

Come to think, maybe Superboy has some self-esteem issues or something. Bernard admittedly might also have self-esteem issues if he were Superman's clone. Then again, if he were Superman's clone, he would look like Superman and also be very aware of how Superman himself looks, sooooo . . . 

Seriously, "younger and sexier punk rock Superman" is not a vibe that Bernard can imagine going ignored all that often. Or ever. 

“Uh–what?” Superboy says. 

“I’ve been temporarily abandoned by my boyfriend and I’m easily bored,” Bernard clarifies politely, though obviously Superboy was staring at Tim long enough to have noticed said abandonment the moment it happened. “So, mind if I sit?” 

“I–sure?” Superboy says, looking nervous. Bernard puts another tally in the “too bad at undercover work to follow the Bat-plan” column. Whatever, the guy’s trying his best, he’s not gonna judge him. 

There's a pin on the inside of Superboy’s flannel, Bernard notices as the other shifts awkwardly in his seat, and is vaguely puzzled by the sight of it. Like, it's just a little thing and he doubts he'd have even seen it if he weren't in this close to the guy, but . . . 

Just–yeah. Little pin. Just like a cheap little round button, like the kind that comes out of the dollar bin at all sorts of random stores. And it's hidden inside Superboy's flannel, mostly, but it's definitely got the S-shield on it. 

Bernard is perplexed. Even in Gotham, it's not like it's weird to see people wearing Superman merch. So like, why is Superboy hiding that?

“Cool,” he says as he files that away as a little oddity, and takes the empty seat. Superboy continues to look nervous. Bernard continues to work on figuring out if his weird Bat-boyfriend who he’s not supposed to know is a Bat set him up on a blind date with his superhero bestie. The nervousness supports the theory, anyway. 

Man, this dude really is even prettier up close. How was he Tim’s bisexual awakening with this guy around and in close quarters with him? Like, he’s flattered, don’t get him wrong, but also maybe Tim has some vision problems and he should get that checked out before it inconveniences his nightlife. 

"Sooooo like . . . what do I call you?" Bernard asks, peering across the table at him curiously. "Because the obvious option seems like a bad idea, obviously.” 

"‘The obvious option’?" Superboy stops looking nervous long enough to look confused instead. 

"Yeah?" Bernard says, cocking his head. Superboy cannot possibly think he’s being subtle here, so . . . "I mean, I assume you don't go by 'Superboy' when you're dressed like that. Like, that's the whole point of being dressed like that, right?" 

Superboy stares blankly at him. Bernard cocks his head the other way, now officially the confused one. 

"What?" Superboy says. 

"Okay, sorry, this is the thing where you-know-who still insists on pretending he's not Robin, isn't it," Bernard realizes, which he really should've realized would be a thing from the start. He supposes that makes sense even with Superboy’s total lack of subtlety, though, superheroes probably do have to really commit to that thing. Especially ones who work for Batman and Superman. Or . . . just around Superman, maybe? Bernard is not fully clear on that particular superhero hierarchy. "My bad. So, uh, what do I call you, because there is obviously no obvious option. Obviously.” 

"You . . . recognize me?" Superboy croaks. 

"Uh," Bernard says, brow furrowing in bemusement at the very weird expression the guy's currently wearing. "Yes? No offense, you're kind of recognizable. Like, do you even have a secret identity? I mean, you're a clone, right, and I know you were just doing the full-time hero thing in at least Hawaii, so I actually have no idea if you ever bothered making one up or not?” 

"You recognize me," Superboy chokes, just staring at him, and then bursts into tears. 

. . . well, that can't be good.

[kenny-the-ken]

Alone at Last Pt 1

Kyle's fic should be out already by the time this gets posted, so I hope you guys enjoy it!! This one I am sooooo excited for, I might actually make it a small series, drug dealer Kenny is my weakness, cause he most definitely would sell drugs, and take drugs most likely. Warnings: NSFW content, not suitable for minors, drugs, alcohol and strong language!! AGED UP CHARACTERS

"Let's get the fuck outta hear." Kenny spoke to you on the phone, he'd had another argument with his parents, and this was the final straw.

"They think I'm a like a charity! I sell drugs for a living, I ain't gonna make no money if they keep taking all my product!" He shouted, loud enough for his parents to hear, and you could hear them screaming back at him in the background.

"Ken, babe, come over." Your tone was gentle, calming, and that was just what Kenny needed right now, he physically and mentally couldn't take it anymore. He was trying his best to make the most out of a shitty situation, and once again his parents were ruining it.

"I will babe, not until I pack all my shit first, I ain't coming back to this shithole, I'd rather shoot myself in the head again, it's more enjoyable." He shouted back at his parents, and you knew his frustrations. You and Kenny had been dating for a while now (3 years), and you had lost track of how many arguments he and his parents have had over the years, and how many times Kenny had appeared at your house, battered and bruised.

"My mom's out, Ken. Come over." You said once more, and Kenny let out a long sigh, you could hear rustling in the background, as if things were being put into plastic bags.

"I'll be there in ten. I love you."

"I love you too, Ken."

And with that the line went dead. You knew Kenny's resolve was worn incredibly thin, much like your own. Your mother was no where near as bad as Kenny's parents, but she put drugs and men before you, she always had and she always would. You were just thankful that you were an only child, Kenny wasn't that lucky.

You sat pondering in your own thoughts as you heard a loud knock at the door, and you opened it, Kenny walking inside, his car parked outside, and looking full to the brim with his possessions.

"When's your mom coming back?" Kenny asked, wrapping his slender arms delicately around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Not a fucking clue, she never even tells me when she's heading out, never mind when she's coming back. Why, what's wrong?" You enquired, wrapping your own arms around Kenny's neck, balancing on your tip toes to place a kiss on his lips before he spoke.

"I meant what I said on the phone, y/n. Pack your stuff, we're getting the fuck outta this god forsaken town once and for all. Somewhere we'll not be judged for not being well off, somewhere we can actually thrive together. The only good thing that's came from living here is meeting you, please say you'll come with me?" His eyes were soft, pleading with you to join him, and you smiled back at him, his serious face melting away into one of sheer relief.

"Let's do it. We've got each other, we don't need anyone or anything else. Come help me pack." You spoke, taking Kenny by the hand, leading him to your bedroom.

"We could always get frisky before we go." Kenny flirted, giving your ass a slap, making you jump in surprise, spinning to look at him.

"Or I could suck you off while you drive down the freeway?" You offered, knowing that Kenny would never turn down an offer like that.

"Then what are we waiting for babe, let's get your stuff packed and get this show on the road!" Kenny exclaimed, a smirk on his face as you both began cramming clothes, shoes, makeup and anything else you owned into two large suitcases. You lifted your glass bong and Kenny took it from you.

"I've got a box in the back of the car that this can go into so it doesn't get broken, babe." He said, pulling an unlit joint from his jacket pocket, placing it delicately between his chapped, pale pink lips and sparking it up, taking a long drag of it and exhaling, passing it to you.

"You ready to go, babe?" You asked as Kenny took down one of the pictures from your bedroom wall, and put it under his arm.

"Can't forget our prom photo, now can we? Now get your sexy ass into the car and I'll bring your stuff out and put it in the back." Kenny spoke, as you passed the joint back to him, it now hanging from his lips lazily as he puffed on it a few times.

And finally, once everything was inside, you both smiled at each other, smoking the joint between you both as Kenny rolled down all the windows as the car reached the last part of South Park.

"See you never, assholes!" Kenny shouted from the window, and you let out a few whoops yourself, both of you smiling stupidly at each other on your way to make a new life.

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

my favorite sherliam fanfics

In no particular order

doing one of these again, even though literally nobody is asking for them

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/47340676

Garden Of Blood by Kiarrionss and luvviexq

A sherliam hanahaki disease fic, but it's somehow much more painful

Hello Police, Yes, this story right here. *aggressively points at phone* It made me laugh and blush and cry and rethink what love really was and realize that I will never be loved like this in my life. Amazing work. I absolutely loved it. One of my absolute favorites.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32692183

floriography by jellyfen

Liam becomes the new target of a serial killer. Sherlock is there to help him find out who the killer is.

What would this list be without this story. Ive read it at least 4 times. It's number one on ao3 for a reason.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41868567

mosaic broken hearts (we learn to live with the pain) by iridescentsung

sherliam may or may not have accidentally adopted a child after they started to live in America and finally sorted everything out between them.

Really, really beautiful and I only recommend it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/31359539

Laws of Gravity by @glanceart

They survive the fall, battered and on the run. They find themselves at the mercy of a noble whose motives are misled.

I absolutely adore this story. The way both of them are struggling to live on after everything and learning how to deal with the difficulties of living a simple life. It ends on a good note.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35645362

Hangman's Dilemma by Averylostcause, Cutie_Pi3

Sherlock catches Liam and puts him behind bars, only to realize how much he hates this and teams up with the Moriarty gang to get him out again. Louis tries to stab him multiple times, for realizing it so late.

I just finished this. It's sooooo sweet. Alternativ titel: sherlock just straight up not having a good time for 48k.

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I know, there's still so many more and I will add to this list as it continues, but this is it for now.

I don't know why, but somehow all sherliam fanfic seem to make me rethink what love is. Also, it's not a good sherliam fic, if you don't have a case to solve.

As always: if you know any of these authors here on tumblr, please tell me, so I can link them to this post. Please check out their stories and show them the love they deserve.

Also, if you have any sherliam stories you enjoyed, PLEASE TELL ME.

[vikzaym]

tired | kanemoto yoshinori

pairing: yoshi x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.6k

warnings: grammatical errors, crying, hugging, kissing, comforting, a little angst (?)

a/n: my first ever fic wohoo!! i wanted to start off by writing something for my ultimate bias yoshi sooooo.. well yeah please do request something on my profile if you like my writing!! i really appreciate all tips and support!

you were laying on your bed trying to stay awake. you had promised your boyfriend, yoshi to wait until he gets home to eat dinner together. you had woken up early to shower, clean the house, wash the dishes, change the sheets.

you got up from the bed walking over to your sofa and turning on the tv to watch your favourite series. episode 11, it's almost over. the main characters are still not together.

you kept closing your eyes almost falling asleep many times. you waited, and waited. the episode was over. no sign of yoshi. you started the last episode. 10 minutes in and you were crying. they had gotten together but the lead male killed the lead female. you couldn't watch it. you turned it off and opened youtube in hopes of finding some funny videos to laugh at. you did. but yoshi came home before you could start it.

"baby, i'm home" he called for you kicking his shoes off. "baby?" he called when you didn't run to hug him, or kiss him, or welcome him home. no you were laying on the sofa, all broken because of the drama, and because you were way too tired.

he walked to the living room. he was you and immediatly his eyes softened. "what's wrong?" he asked. "you're late" you answered. "i know baby, i'm so sorry" he said softly as he kneeled down in front of you caressing your shoulder while looking into your eyes. "you're never on time" you said feeling the urge to just start screaming at him and cry how worried he always makes you.

"baby.." he called looking down. "you know i don't do it bacause i want, i have no other choice" he was now caressing your head. his hand was comforting. he was comforting. you began crying. "sorry baby" you knew he felt bad. he hugged you. he kept mumbling sorry against your head silently. he let go of you when you tried to get up.

you sat up and stood on your legs. he got up too. you went to the kitchen. he followed you. you opened the fridge and pulled out three containers of food. you had made it for you two. you set them on the table and opened them. you grabbed the two plates you had earlier set down on the table. the fancy ones. you took one of them and took food on it. you warmed it up in the microwave. after it was heated you grabbed a fork and a knife and left him standing alone. you were mad. you for the first time actually were.

you were sitting on your shared bed staring at the screen of your laptop in front of you. you head the ding sound your microwave made. he had heated his food. you didn't hear the screeching your chairs would usually make so you assumed he was coming into the bedroom to be with you. you were right. he sat down next to you. you thought he would start eating but he set it aside on the bedside table.

"baby, can you look at me?" he asked softly. you did. you were looking at his eyes, he was on the verge of crying. you could tell. "i love you so damn much i could never leave you without any message for hours if it wasn't for my manager... he took our phones away and talked to us about some things" he explained.

"i know" you answered. you knew, you just wanted him to say it by himself. he kissed you. softly. just like he always did. he made you feel more loved than ever. something only he knew how to do.

[putellas14]

It Didn't Have to Be Like This (Jenni Hermoso ficlet)

Jenni zipped her last bag and smiled to herself. She was going to the World Cup. The plane was leaving in a few hours and she was feeling confident.

"You got everything?" Luisa asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yup." Jenni smiled down at her. "I love you. We'll facetime. I won't miss a bedtime, I promise." She looked across the hall into the nursery.

"I know you won't, baby. Why don't I give you a few minutes to say bye to her and I'll take your bags downstairs for you?"

 "You don't have to do that. They're heavy. But I will say bye to this little monster. I'm going to miss her so much."

"I know." Luisa rubbed a hand over Jenni's shoulder. "She'll miss you, too."

Jenni leaned over and took the baby from Luisa's arms. "There's my pretty girl," Jenni whispered, touching her nose to Valentina's. The baby giggled and grabbed her mom's cheeks. Jenni hugged her close, whispering to her that she would miss her so much and she couldn't wait to come home and see her again. "I love you sooooo much," she said, kissing the baby's cheeks.

Waving to them from the taxi, Jenni was filled with sadness. Yes, she was happy to be playing in the World Cup. But she wished they could come with her and share in the excitement.

Jenni was true to her word. She never missed a bedtime. And she made sure to facetime twice a day. Even when they would win a match and advance, the highlight of her day was talking to Valentina. Spain made it to the final and Luisa sent her a photo of the two of them wearing matching Hermoso jerseys. Jenni tried to hide her tears but her teammates saw it and made fun of her.

She facetimed them from the field when Spain won. She needed to share this moment with them.

Because of all that, when she walked in the front door of their home three days later, she wasn't expecting to find it empty. The living room furniture was gone. The dining table was gone. She dropped her bags and rushed up the stairs, take them three at a time. Her heart pounding in her ears, she opened the nursey door. And collapsed.

It was empty. No crib. No books. No clothes. The changing table was gone. The photos from the walls were gone. There was a single envelope in the middle of the floor.

Pushing herself towards it, she saw her name on it. She tore it open and barely registered the lawyer's name at the top of the letter. She did register "don't contact" and "all communication through me" and "further legal action."

She curled up in the middle of the nursey and cried. For hours. Until she was too weak to do anything else.

Sometime after it got dark out, her phone rang. It was Alexia. She answered but didn't say anything.

"I just got the weirdest call from your brother," Alexia said. "Is everything okay?"

"She took Valentina," Jenni whispered. "Luisa. They're gone." And then she was crying again. Because she couldn't believe Luisa would take her child from her.

"We're coming. We'll be there in 10 minutes."

Ana and Alexia were there in eight. Jenni was still curled on the floor. Together, they helped her stand up and she collapsed into Ana's arms. Ana looked at Alexia over the top of Jenni's head, holding her friend close. Alexia was looking around the room in shock, her eyes glassy from the realization this was really happening. She took the letter from Jenni's hand and read it.

"I can't stay here," Jenni whispered.

"You'll come to my house," Alexia said. "You can stay as long as you want." She stroked a hand through Jenni's hair. "It's going to be okay," she reassured, despite knowing it wasn't going to be okay. "I'll go pack you some clothes. Why don't you go down with Ana and have some water?"

Jenni nodded, completely broken and clung to Ana's support as they went back down. The kitchen brought on new tears as Jenni found that all of Valentina's dishes were gone. All the baby bottles. And plastic plates. And bibs. And her high chair. She felt like she was being punched in the gut over and over again.

"I just want Valentina back. Why did she take my baby from me?"

"We're going to find her, I promise. Let's go to Alexia's and we can sit down and figure this out, okay?" Ana tried to keep her voice as calm as she could. All she wanted to do was kill Luisa. If Luisa was unhappy and wanted to leave, she could do that. But taking Valentina and hiding her was too far. 

Alexia took the bag out to her car and came back in for them. Seeing Jenni looking destroyed in her empty kitchen was heartbreaking. There was nothing she could do to fix this but at least she could get Jenni out of here so she didn't have to stay in this empty house alone. Alexia didn't think Jenni had gone into her own bedroom yet but it was just as empty as the rest of the house.

"Come on, sweetie." She put an arm around Jenni's waist. "Let's go." For tonight, she needed to give her friend a warm safe place to stay. A place with love and comfort and support.

She let Jenni cry on her shoulder through the rest of the night, offering whatever comfort she could. Ana refused to leave her side.

The next day they game planned. And Jenni called her family and learned that Luisa called them the previous day to say terrible things. And they all cried together. And Jenni told a few other friends. And they all felt the World Cup victory pride fade into the background. They prepared themselves for what was to come. These next days and weeks and months were going to be challenging. But they were all ready to fight to find Valentina and bring her home.

[jmdbjk]

Sooo, Tae's Fri(end)s...

...here's my mind-numbing ramble about it.

In the teaser short film: Images of an apple, alphabet cereal (SIREN), crossword puzzle with the word "feed", glass of milk?, the word "dine" made of ice? (I see no "dumpling" here. Where's the dumpling?) Not looking good for Vmin-ers. Again.

Along with upside down "friends", and the newspaper headline that seems to read: "...ationship becomes eternal by e..." and you can't see the entire thing but the next word created by red thread is "desire".

The red thread being pulled undone.... Red thread of fate which supposedly means: The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined partner.

But the red thread is broken and we end up with just the word "end".

Sooooo.... let's extrapolate (come up with plausible explanations from what we know):

APPLE: friends>end>friends>dead

CROSSWORD (left-handed person): 35 across = feed

BLACK MAGNETIC POWDER (commonly used for fingerprinting): friends>end

BLACK BALLOONS: friends>end

FLASHCARDS: upside down friends>right side up end (Stranger Things?) and then the words flashing

ALPHABET CEREAL: siren>end

GLASS OF MILK with fingers in it (ew?): friends>end

ICE: dine

CROSSWORD with one word (again a left-handed person): 1 across = end

NEWSPAPER STORY (front page?) with image of what looks like Tae in a dark room: apparent heading of the article: "relationship that becomes eternal by end of ___(fill in the blank)___"

It's a love song so perhaps the heading says something like "relationship that becomes eternal by end of wedding vows"

The subheading appears to be the same words used in the initial Weverse notice about the release of Layover: "... in total - five tracks and a bonus track. To fully appreciate the album’s flow, we recommend listening to it in sequence from start to finish."

RED THREAD on white fabric: the word "desire" which remains embroidered and the word "friends" which is pulled apart to leave only "end."

FRIENDS END FRIENDS DEAD FEED FRIENDS END FRIENDS END FRIENDS END SIREN END FRIENDS END DINE END DESIRE FRIENDS END

I have no idea what that means.

The colors...

Pink... it was pink with white text at first but then a broken phone is in the mix (makes me think about all that photo-leaking mess when we first got wind of Tae and Jennie) ... and now Pink... and black... HMMMMMMM... black and pink... hmmmmm?

iPhones are notoriously difficult to hack these days. I wonder if one of the photo leakers is one of the subjects of the photos... just sayin'...

Could this "love song in the Pop Soul R&B genre," as it is described, be about, you know... Jennie? Black... pink... I know what we've heard but seriously... who really knows anything? Not I. But I have eyes and a brain.... that over thinks.

The funniest thing is if any of his solos or especially the cult show up at the party event and adhere to the dress code... HAH! Tae, you clever little devil.

Release date: March 15 which is not White Day in Korea but more historically infamously known as the Ides of March. Is the song about Brutus and Julius Caesar? Friendship gone wrong? Maybe that's too plebian of me... anyway...

So I will be here waiting to find out if Fri(end)s is another invigorating song that will let us experience the full breadth of Tae's charms just as Seven was described as the full breadth of Jungkook's charms... *ahem*... or if it's something completely different. We'll see!

[pucksandpower]

I just want to say you’re one of my most favourite author and ever

I admire you so much and I get sooooo happy when you post

I wish you all the best 🫶

(Sorry for any mistakes: English is not my first language and my phone is half broken)

Thank you so much ❤️ And please don’t apologize, your English is perfectly good! I hope you have a wonderful day (or night … wherever you are) 🥰

[dollywheeler]

September 28th, 1996

[Incoming call, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:08 am]

*distant voices and laughter in the background* *sound of multiple car engines* *beeping of a car horn* E: Dusty-Bun, is that you? D: Hey, El! E: Hold on - *beep of a button being pressed* *thudding sound of a handset hitting a wooden surface*- you're on speaker! W: *mumbled* Good morning- *stifled yawn* or afternoon or whatever D: How was the game? *sound of someone shuffling into the room* M: *far away but getting closer* You’d know if you were here, asshole!

D: It’s called work, Michael. We can’t all have weekends off. M: Yeah, right, because an all-expenses paid trip is such a slag. D: You’re just jealous! *ring of a bicycle bell* D: You’ll never guess where I’m calling from. M: If you say the toilet again, I swear- D: That was a mind-boggling experience, jackass! You should have been more appreciative! M: We’ve been using walkie’s since fifth grade, dude, pretty sure you’ve called us while taking a shit before. D: I wasn’t in another state then! We’re not even on the same continent right now and - *motorcycle in the background getting louder before receding again* W: Just tell us where you’re at, Dustin. D: Fine - I'm in front of La Sagrada Familia! M: So you’re looking at a construction site? I’m sooooo envious- D: You so are! Both of my trip and my sexy sexy mobile phone! M: We- W: Stop bickering! *the slap of skin hitting skin* M: *rustling fabric* OW! This is abuse! W: Leave me at the altar then, you baby. M: Your baby. D: *over the sound of far-away laughter* You guys are a fucking nightmare. E: I should have stayed home. M: Yeah, you should have! *sound of metal rattling* *sound of books thudding to the ground* M: EL! You can't just come into our house and -

E: Be nice to me, then! D: El, when are you getting here? E: I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon - dad’s dropping me off at the airport at 2 and I have a layover in New York. I should land around 10 am local time. *rustling of fabric* *the creaking of the springs of the couch cushions* W: *getting farther away* Stop planning your trips in front of us! M: Yeah, some of us don’t have our flights paid for by the government. And SOME of us care about our friends! *sound of books getting picked up* W: *distantly* And family! M: Yes, thank you, babe. W: *voice getting louder, closer* It’s called homecoming for a reason, Dustin! D: How many times am I going to have to apologize? M: Until you’re actually here for homecoming next year! *sound of springs squeaking as someone flops back onto the couch* D: I’ll be there at thanksgiving! You could see me next week if you wanted to! M: Yeah, but you broke the tradition! Which means the streak is broken and there'll be less pressure to come next year so someone else won’t be able to make it and it’s all ruined and it’s your fault! D: Relax; no one’s going to miss it next year. I wouldn’t have either if I’d known you were going to be such a stickler about it. W: How didn’t you know? Mike’s always this whiny about this kind of thing. *fabric rustling* D: Hey, Will, you know, I could still introduce you to my colleague Steward? Offer's always open- W: Oh no, I agree with Mike, Dusty. His bitching makes sure I don’t have to whine about it - that’s exactly why I said yes to his proposal. M: *scoff* Yeah, that’s why and not the mind-blowing- W: Mike, think very carefully about what you say next and remember that until this is legally binding I can still take Catherine and leave! M: As if Catherine would choose you! *fabric rustling* W: Fuck off. *sound of air kisses* E: Dustin, I might just call Bernard and tell him to get me an earlier flight. M: You don’t have to be here, El, you’re the one that broke in at too-fucking-early o’clock- E: Mom and dad sleep in on Saturdays! I was bored! M: And we don’t? Some of us have to wake up at six every morning to get to work! E: Oh pish posh. W: *tiredly* Mike, don’t antagonize my sister. M: Will, don’t defend my ex-girlfriend. *springs squeaking* M: Will- No wait come back- *feet hitting the ground* *running footsteps* *shuffling and clothing rustling* *giggling* E: *loud sigh* I wish Max were here already. D: *crackling connection* Where are they? *cut-off yelp in the distance* *sound of head thudding against the wall* *giggling* E: They’re still asleep upstairs.

D: Did Lucas- *sound of someone grunting as they're pushed backwards* *sound of someone jumping over a couch* *sound of springs bouncing as El yelps* M: Wait a second - *sound of handset getting picked up* *clicking of a button* Will, can you and El start on breakfast please? *muffled protest in the distance* *confused shuffling* M: Thanks, babe. E: Why can’t I just stay- W: *distantly* El, just come in here! E: *muttered* whatever, stupid men...*couch cushions shifting* D: Is she gone? M: Yeah and I’ve taken you off speaker. D: SO? M: *fabric rustling* *couch cushions shifting* Okay, Lucas got the r-i-n-g, but he’s not sure when or how yet. He’s thinking of doing it at Thanksgiving with his family, but he’s worried Max might want something more private. D: She’s going to say ‘yes’ anyway. Tell him to do it with his family around. And to stop being a coward. M: I’ll let you tell him - they’re just coming down the stairs. M: *shuffling of a phone pulled away from a face* Lucas, Dustin wants to tell you he loves you! *distant voices* *sound of phone getting handed over* L: Hey, man D: Ask her around your family and stop being a coward. Hell, why not just do it tonight? *rustling of wind* L: Love you too, Dusty-Bun. *distant voices* D: You guys really need to let that go. Even Suzy has stopped calling me that - most of the times. L: Ew, I don’t need to know that. D: You’re the one with your mind in the gutter, dude! L: Anyway, we are going to help chaperone the homecoming dance tonight. D: Seriously, all of you? That’s so lame. We used to curse the chaperones. L: Yeah, honestly we’re not happy about it either, but Mike and Will don't have a choice so they signed us up against our will as well. We’re only here for the weekend anyway - and as we’re good friends that actually want to spend time together… D: I know you all miss my beautiful face but you guys really should stop whining about it. It's unbecoming. L: *scoff* D: You can still ask Max - it would be cute! Remember the snow ball? L: Absolutely not. I’ll probably spend the entire night holding Max back from spiking the punch, anyway. Mx: *yelling from far away* If I’m going to have to spend my evening around high-schoolers AGAIN, I might as well have a little fun. And seriously these losers need it - it’s like they all have sticks up their butts all of a sudden. L: *grinning* Remember Junior prom? *loud rattling in the distance* W: *far away* EL! PUT THE PAN DOWN! E: *distantly* DON’T MENTION THAT! L: *sound of phone being lowered* *voice more distant* Oh come on, El! It was funny! W: *distantly* PUT IT DOWN! WE GOT THAT FROM MOM! L: *grazing of phone against ear* Anyway, how’s Spain? D: Great - I had a symposium this morning but I’m free-roaming this afternoon. L: That’s great dude - Oh, breakfast is almost ready. Max, you want to speak with Dustin? Mx: *closer than before* No, you know I hate that guy. *sound of fabric rustling* *giggling* *sound of a hand being slapped away* D: Love you too, Max! Mx: Stay safe, Dusty-Bun! Don’t forget my fucking magnet! D: I won’t! Where did Mike go? L: He’s playing referee in the kitchen. I’ll tell him goodbye for you. D: Thanks! Talk to you guys later! *distant chorus from the kitchen* Bye!

[Call disconnects, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:47 am]

[eminsunnytoons123]

Class of 3000: back to the SING!

THREE Doodle dumps

Since I have Said that I have made some co3k reboot Doodle dumps while I wasnt really on my phone, like, my mama told me to put it in the living room (she sometimes thinks I'm too much on the phone but she sometimes jokes with me like that) And then I took it now because she wants to drink coffee with my babo, but now she doesnt mind sooooo.... anyways, so heres the doodles I have made =^_^=

And these are some treats for @aquamarine-dream-queen @moshywoosh @ducktopia90264 @classywinnerpeace @ghostytoastynights @nightkit92 @nia1sworld @iggyguyy @dackychansworldofhoshino more of my loved ones in my tumblr family that always love me And support my work And I love them all too And love THEIR work =^/////^= And! @alegriacherryblossom is the new member of our tumblr family =^_^= 🩷💖

Anyways, I'll explain the doodles cause I want to lol:

1st Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: I Drew Cheddar man And Bianca dressed up as a banana And a chicken, And yes its based on that "IM A BANANA" music video by Onision on youtube. And also, I do NOT support Onision, because I know what he did but I just made this Doodle as a lil' joke or somethin' to laugh at

2# Doodle: I Drew Jan again but this time he is holding his broken "BROOM" while he is saying that he SNAPS like his BROOM, but then he realizes that he called his mop a "broom" >w< And yes, he broke his mop out of Anger 0_0;

3# Doodle: Lucius just being sassy And he is saying his Greeting just like from the episode "Hunt for red blobtober" =^.^=

4# Doodle: Philly Phil is just saying "OOOOHHHH!" he is obviously shocked at somethin' 0.0

5# Doodle: Principal Luna saying the quote he Said from the Show since I kinda found that quote funny, And I dont remember from which episode he Said that ^///^;

2nd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Sunny is just imagining "Screaming inside", And this is a spoiler of an fanfic episode I'll make called "everyone is stuck in the stage room for the night!" And Sunny in here is probably just tired 0///0;

2# Doodle: a small but cute "cool kitties" a.k.a Kaylie x Mackenzie doodle ship =^_^=

3# Doodle: Brooklyn Bill with some cute pigtails since his hair always made me thought that he actually has pigtails ^///^

4# Doodle: Tanya losing her temper in the fanfic episode And she is yelling that EVERYONE in the stage room is annoying her! And even her face turns red from Anger! 0.0;

5# Doodle: Madison saying her quote from the Show And she just looks like she is trying to think of a plan or Idea or somethin' =^.^=

3rd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Addison just kinda acting like an dog after Salieri or someone else between the eastley kids threw her a bone 0_0

2# Doodle: Kam was about to say his BORING And ANNOYING nerd talks And then Kim interupts him And says that nobody cares about his talks 0////0;

3# Doodle: A small Doodle of Lil' G just givin' a sassy look =^.^=

4# Doodle: a small Doodle of Mila, Bianca And cheddar man having their faces painted Pink (Mila), yellow (Bianca) And blue (cheddar man) so they can represent a pansexual flag =^.^= 💖💛💙

So those are all the doodles I made, but I'll make more tommorow since I had lots of fun drawing these =^w^=

I hope y'all will like these =^//////^= 🩷💙💖💛💜🧡❤️

[ask-post-ii17au-box]

bow PLEASE tell us the tail story

Sure I can like do that!

Soooo after I died I didn’t immediately get to purgatory mansion, the details are like pretty blurry and all I remember is just a bunch of various green flashes and error notifications :p.

I know that seems like really random to bring up but trust me, it’s integral to what I figured out.

Anyways after that I woke up in the mansion, there’s no records of it existing before I died soooo I think Mephone automatically subconsciously made it as a error handler to correct whatever I broke with how he revives people or something :p

After that I was utterly bored out of my mind because my phone was outta battery and I hadn’t found the charger yet soooo I got to experimenting with my new ghost powers.

I had like a few years alone sooooo I figured out exactly the loophole I had got through:

Basically with how I died with mephone specifically broken it left me unable to be recovered by conventional means, the Meeple systems automatically bugged out with no idea of what exactly to do with me so it made the mansion.

But considering that’s a stipulation like I figured out that if you die at any point while Mephone 4’s recovery app is offline you’re considered “permanently dead” by the system, glitch out and like end up at the mansion!

Now this has a few properties that could have helped save everyone if that ball thingy hadn’t been shut off before I got a chance to do it.

All we had to exactly do was get all the contestants to die before whatever was like deleting the contestants got to them with Mephone 4 turned off and the recovery app inactive.

They’d have been all sent to the mansion immune from being deleted.

From there I figured out we could like transfer their data into robot bodies aka another loophole with how their creation worked exactly essentially like rendering them immune from the effects of being deleted or whatever.

Unfortunately everything like got unplugged before I could get to Mephone soooooo it’s too late now :p.

I have no idea if they’re fully deleted or not since I’m not a genius I just had enough time to figure stuff out of boredom.

So yea sorry I don’t like have the magical method of bringing everyone back.

Anyways as for me still being in Apple I think since the ball thingy got unplugged while I was in her it like confused the systems enough that it just rendered her “a important system file that’s unable to be deleted” and moved on.

And to tie up that loose end her mind survived too not just her body sooo you can like technically add her to the survivor list I guess.

I can’t give her back control or leave her body for some reason though so she’s unable to talk and like do anything else apart from think, watch me do stuff and mentally talk to me.

Since I can hear her I can relay what she says soooo you guys like can also ask apple stuff!

[meltinginoz]

Weird Al scrubs I sewed when my roommate and I saw him in Melbourne last year, (he was lit as all geddup) I hand sewed these because every time I go to use a sewing machine I can’t find a part or it doesn’t wanna work or it’s in my folks room while my dad is taking a nap I swear it’s as bad as can openers! (Every can opener I’ve ever used except one has broken, we are talking tens of can openers, I also have horrible luck heating tomato soup, these are my only flaws and none of em are my fault)

Anyhewwww it took SO LOOOONG UGHHH I was finishing the Madonna scrub gown the day before, and the scrub caps, I think I was trying to refrain from hot glue, but after much frustration I finished em, and I added pockets to the pants BEAT DECISION IVE EVER MADE I debated not doing em cos I SOOOOO didn’t wanna but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t so I was like go big or go home and those bad boys fit my keys, phone, wallet, a whole ass shirt, two bigass stickers, my friends stuff, makeup, so much!

ADD POCKETS TO YOUR COSTUMES!!!!!

It’s so useful and you don’t have to worry about a bag affecting your look, it’s one of my fav things about my beej costume, I had so much crap in my pockets, aaaaand it’s perfect for putting all the stuff you inevitably buy at cons, or shove a tote bag in it, or spiders and business cards (I did that for beej)

Oh also the glasses are $9 blue light ones from Kmart, fabulous for costumes, and the stache is alcohol activated paints and I curled my hair with straws overnight while it was damp, add mouse and a chemical warfare amount of hairspray, give your roommate asthma, also bobbypins!

Learn from my mistakes, I made em so you don’t have to, any questions ask away!

Ps due to the hotel having a distinct lack of chainsaws for photo ops I’m holding a can opener (in other pics I’m holding a saucepan and a broken electric toothbrush:)

[cealesti]

writing patterns

[list the first line of your last ten fics and see if there's a pattern.]

tysm for the tag @saintsenara <3 i'm going to copy your format here, it looks really neat.

i was surprised to see i even had ten fics posted on ao3. honest to god thought there were less

with friends like these (who needs anybody else) - HP

There are times, few and far between, when Harry can’t help but think: What if things were different?

2. with eyes like these (who sees anybody else) - HP

Slughorn always picks the Slytherin groups for the projects in his subject.

3. virtues uncounted - HP

Harry blinks blearily before scrubbing at his sleep-heavy eyes.

4. an eye for an eye (a leg for a leg) - BNHA

Shimoyake cuts a lonely figure as she walks through the streets, making her way through Kamino Ward’s seediest alleys.

5. hope is a four-letter word- BNHA

The kid firms his shoulders and doesn’t back down. 

6. a little bit too much like me - BNHA

When in doubt, Himiko smiles. 

7. it's my problem, it's my problem (if i feel the need to hide) - BNHA

Katsuki is shooting through the air, adrenaline in his blood and a satisfying burn in his lungs that tastes like exhilaration, his explosions a soothing symphony in the back of his mind.

8. and i've been trying to fix my pride but that shit's broken - BNHA

Everything starts out normal on that very first day.

9. can't commit to anything but a crime - HP

It’s the second time in as many weeks that Harry startles awake with the station’s phone blaring at an ungodly hour.

10. it starts with a spark - HP

it starts like this: The sky in the Great Hall is dark and cloudy, brewing up a storm when the Ministry first speaks.

*scratches head* frankly, the most obvious pattern I can find here is that I went a little too hard on the whole "using song lyrics as titles" and some of those should definitely be revised. Thankfully, I've kept that instinct at bay in my more recent (and not yet posted) WIPs, sooooo.

I think I tend towards starting fic mid-action (or mid-thought), but apart from that... I dunno. Maybe there would be a more distinct pattern if I compared fics by genre.

Also - literally all of these are in present tense, but that's unsurprising.

Oh well!

I'm tagging @itsevanffs @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @isalisewrites @i-dream-of-libraries @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts @goldenzingy46 and whoever else wants to do this!!!

[snoopysfriendwoodstock]

what's ur full ttpd song ranking and why?

omg… this will be long lol

1. who’s afraid of little old me? - taylor has tried “female rage” a couple times now and it always falls flat bc she has to be the victor/mastermind of all of it. mad woman & vigilante shit just kinda suck! FINALLY in this song she sort of admits defeat? i find it really interesting to hear her reflecting on her career & her own view of herself and the public perception of her without her feeling the need to throw a “but i’m okay! and actually i’m winning!” in at the end. also the vocals and theatrics are soooo good i just love it <3

2. the smallest man who ever lived - that ENDING. this takes me back to some very classic taylor songs, especially the dear john bridge or last kiss bridge and as a speak now girl i can’t get enough.

3. the prophecy - both people who love this song and people who hate it reduce it down to “she’s sad she doesn’t have a boyfriend” but imo this song perfectly captures the ACHE of being someone who just always has a little ribbon of loneliness running through them. it’s that dark middle of the night place you can’t let yourself go to. and it’s PERFECT.

4. so high school - i don’t have a lot to say here but this is the song she’s talking abt when she says she’s putting narcotics in them. i love it so much. do that impression you did of your dad again ❤️

5. but daddy i love him - i love her delusional ass! also the “i’m having his baby” line is soooo funny sorry!

6. guilty as sin? - there’s a reason this one’s a fan favorite! it’s just soooo good. there’s nothing wrong with a sexy song.

7. so long, london - “i’m just mad as hell cause i loved this place” is such a taylor line. so simply devastating. i think she got away from just very simply stating her emotions/feelings in her newer albums but this song has soooo many lines that go back to that form of writing that she’s so good at. “stopped trying to make him laugh” is another one that really hits.

8. loml - this hits my favorite genre of taylor swift song that is just so sad it’s almost like oh my god you have to stop… what a valiant roar! what a bland goodbye!

9. the black dog - ik i’m kind of a broken record at this point but “i just don’t understand how you don’t miss me” is SOOOO taylor. very early taylor! and i love the idea of taylor swift having someone’s location on her phone. she is sooo pathetic she’s just like me!

10. the bolter - songs used to be STORIES!

11. the alchemy - i can’t explain it. it just scratches my brain really well. i love how it soundssss

12. fresh out the slammer - i LOVE the chorus on this one. and i love when it slows down at the end and gets kinda weird.

13. clara bow - i LOVE this song. i love how haunting it is i love “you look like taylor swift” i love how pessimistic it is as an album closer. it feels like folklore again w/ hoax as the last song. she said we are NOT in change/long live/begin again/clean/new years day/daylight hours anymore we have LOST hope. in fact it’s super interesting compared to change/long live that are all optimistic about the industry/making a name for herself bc now she’s realized there were other taylor swifts before and there will be other taylor swifts later.

14. how did it end? - another just absolute fucking banger of a sad song. the commentary on fame/the public/her fanbase hits.

15. i hate it here - unfortunately this song is sooooo me it’s not even funny.

16. i can do it with a broken heart - who is this “nobody” that doesn’t know she’s miserable? i love this song it’s so funny. “i cry a lot but i am so productive” is a lyric that was necessary for society

17. my boy only breaks his favorite toys - this song grew on me SO much. it’s so pathetic i love it.

18. florida!!! - this song rocks so hard. i think taylor & florence’s voices compliment each other so much

19. the albatross - i love her voice on this one. she’s here to destroy you!!!

20. the tortured poets department - i love this one i’m sorry. i love the sound i love that it feels like she’s trying something new i love how cringe and desperate it is. also lucy dacus mention!

21. peter - i wish i understood this song the way a lot of people do but it’s simply not my favorite! i do love the way she keeps repeating “you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me” in the chorus. don’t listen to this & never grow up back to back. it’s not funny.

22. down bad - hated this one at first but it has REALLY grown on me. i love the alien abduction metaphor! “i might just die it would make no difference” is like come on girl get up

23. i look in people’s windows - love this one, don’t listen to it much. but never skip when it’s on. her voice is gorgeous and i loveee the writing on it

24. the manuscript - again, i don’t choose to put this one on much but holy shiiiitttt… now she eats kids cereal? and can only sleep if it’s in her mother’s bed?

25. cassandra - i love the idea of this and it has some great lyrics but i feel like she didn’t quite get it off the ground? i love the bridge. it’s like ALMOST there. cassandra is my favorite mythological figure so maybe i just had really high expectations.

26. imgonnagetyouback - this will for sure rise in the rankings soon bc i’m finally getting it. it’s so fun, just not as good as a lot of the anthology tracks.

27. fortnight - i don’t love this one, but the chorus is really catchy. & post malone’s verse is the best part, that gets stuck in my head all the time.

28. thanK you aIMee - god this song is so funny. “everybody knows my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished that you were dead!” i’m just kinda sick of these kind of songs from her if that makes sense?

29. chloe or sam or sophia or marcus - i’m waiting for this one to click!!! i’m sure it will & there’s parts i REALLY like but i skip it every single time

30. robin - i’m sorry it’s a skip from me. it’s beautiful but i’m never ever wanting to hear it. it’s sweet! but not for me

31. i can fix him (no really i can) - idk the rhythm and tempo of this song doesn’t work for me. it sucks bc her voice is so sexy on this one & i love the pathetic aspect but i always skip. it’s not as bad as my least favorite on other albums tho <3

[lizzerswillpoststuffmethinks]

So. Another rant under the cut

I'd like to start this with; Elizabeth might be the animatronic that talks the most in FNaF, because bro does NOT SHUT UP!!! She's like me frfr. Anyways HEJAKHD

This is gonna be a silly rant. She's my favourite character, I probably went through her voice lines multiple times, but hey It won't hurt to do that again right

So, starting with.... No, i'm not gonna comment on Sister Location, that woman talks more than Phone Guy 😭

HOWEVER, FFPS HAS INTERESTING STUFF

For example she has a line saying "You don't really know who your employer is, do you?" Which is interesting. Very, very interesting. She's obviously talking about Henry, the line is directed at Michael. So how did she even knows Henry runs the whole thing?

Then, she has 2 other voice lines; "you're not who I expected to see" and "you should've known I'd find you". These two lines are SO confusing, they contradict each other in a way. She didn't expect Michael, but Michael should've known she'd find him? Weird. But sure. We'll take the doubt FOR THE MOMENT

Then she has a "It feels like home" voice line. Which. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe it's because everybody is there? Except for her mother and little brother. It could be. But also It doesn't feel like It would be for that reason, why would she feel like home with Scraptrap and Michael? I'm sure she doesn't even know Michael was there, she wouldn't attack him if so. And Scraptrap would be the only one she has left, how does It "feel like home"?

Then, of course, my favourite voice lines; "I guess you forgot about me" she has two of these, in one she seems ti remark the "me", in the other she'd just sad. She says that to William, since it's in UCN. Sooooo. Hm. I guess that says something about the Aftons! Then my point that she wanted to kill William, not Michael, gets yet another proof with the "want to see the scooping room?" Voice line

And Scrap Baby seems incredibly hateful, she's just. 😨 In UCN. Why does she treat William well in FFPS but wants to tear him apart in UCN? Well. Good question. Who knows, maybe she realized William does not care yet again

She's unhinged in every game don't mind her

I mean unless it's in FNaF AR cuz she's coming to kill you!!1!1!1!!1!1! Anyways her voice lines in FNaF AR is just... Hmmm comparable? To UCN Scrap Baby. "I can hear you breathing, but not for long." LIKE. hUH. It's kinda funny how in that same voice line she's just "I can hear you breathing✨✨✨✨💞🫶🫶🫶 but not for long 😠💀💀🫵" if that makes sense. If It didn't make sense then L womp womp

Like GIIIIRL WHY SO OMNIOUSSS "I wonder what will happen when I try to scoop you out of your..."Carton"..." GIRLLLL 😭😭 STOP SCOOPING PEOPLE CHALLENGE IMPOSSIBLE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can you tell it's 7AM and haven't slept yet

Anyway the way she kinda threatens you but also doesn't is a bit creepy because. Literally her voice lines. Like she's obviously threatening but also giving you "tips" on survival? Like "If you are very, very quiet, maybe I will not find you". She's saying she WILL find you but if you keep quiet maybe she won't. Threat and also a tip for survival

Then we have the "soon you will be as broken as I am" I don't know if she means I will die or if I will get trauma because both work in this situation /silly

Dude in FNaF Help Wanted she has the funniest lines that don't have voice yet (??) or something the wiki doesn't have an audio 😭

ALSO 😭 I find It funny that she goes "TISK TISK"

The minigames. She says It so mischeviously and FOR WHAT. "Red light 🤓, green light >:)"

"Looks like you are underperforming. This will go in your permanent record" NOOOOOOO dude i'm 100% sure she just heard this going around the restaurants or just William or something 😭

OR MY FAVOURITE VOICE LINE ☝️ "do I need to call HR?"

I need the audio I didn't hear It but it's the voice line ever

"I like it here. It's safe, safe forever." Sometimes her voice lines make me think she didn't want to get out of the circus. Maybe William and her family made the world seem like a dangerous place to her. Like how maybe they did to Evan. Or maybe she just thought she made some kind of new family in the circus, which could be a possibility too, except everybody is also insane. Maybe she simply likes being the boss of something, and, in the circus, being the face of Circus Baby's Entretainment and Rentals was what gave her the chance to be the boss of her own group. Maybe nobody complained there or she felt approved in that envieroment with people that understood her and were in the same situation as her. Why wouldn't she want freedom? She mentioned It was "safe here". The circus could be maybe considered a second home for her. Why would she "want freedom", is what there is to ask. It's not like her concept of freedom is the same as everybody else's. Freedom could mean not be trapped underground for some, how do we know her freedom isn't the ability to do whatever she wants? She's the "boss", so she can do whatever, and the rest would listen, because she's CB, she's the pre assigned leader of the circus

Anyways she's so silly AND so right

Anyway she can also ask what makes you so special, more stuff to think about!!1!1!!1!!!!1!!!!!!!!

Aaand we all know she ends up giving you ice cream. I find It a funny moment, because you KNOW you're going to die like Elizabeth if you take the ice cream, but she keeps telling you to take It which makes you think you'll die either way if you don't take It either

Anyway. She doesn't kill you if you take the ice cream. She may manipulate you and backstab you to use you as a skin suit but she would never betray you and offer you ice cream just to take It everything (including your life) away 🫶

[t1erradelfuego]

good evening. it is 22:18 pm. my flight leaves in 14 hours. i spoke 2 the moon today and she said that i can't start packing until i get rid of the worms in my brains and the narratives in my heart in the form of ao3 formatted fic ideas that rotate in my mind at the speed of light.

broken window serenade [matthew tkachuk/leon draisaitl] alternate universe - yellowstone fusion, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, internalized homophobia, cowboys & ranch hands Everyone knows the Tkachuks around here. They own the biggest ranch south of Montana, hundreds of hectares of grazing land nestled on the border in between Missouri and Nebraska. Leon's been a part of the ranch since before he could even ride a horse. He knows this place better than the back of his hand, knows his way around the business and the politics that come with being Keith Tkachuk's right-hand man and the leader of the ranch hands. So it's not a problem at all when Keith falls ill and the ranch is left to Brady and him in the meantime. Not a problem at all, when Matthew shows up for the first time in eleven years, like Leon hadn't spent the same amount of time convincing himself that Matthew was a figment of his imagination. That he didn't leave him in the middle of the night, didn't ruin everything and everyone else for Leon after that.

more notes: my toxic white middle age conservative trait is that i love yellowstone. look the show is Not The Best but WHATEVER i fucking love cowboy hats so much and i think for the benefit of my health i need to imagine leon draisaitl on a horse. anyways leon is a poor little canadian-german orphan (do NOT ask me how he got to missouri) who has been a part of the ranch since he was young, growing up with matthew as their friendship turned from deeply codependent childhood besties into fucking around together. and then matthew leaves one morning after he comes out to his dad and disappears for the next 11 years which ruins leon. and now keith's in the hospital with a stroke and matthew's back and leon just wants to run him over with a horse! something about the sincerity of childhood relationships and also the first bond you make in a new and strange place and the idea of being each other's comfort. and having that all taken away from you without a choice. and having it walk back into your life dressed in a business casual suit. there is also the version of this that exists. from matthew's perspective but like. always more narratively interesting to dig into the one who got left behind.

so good at being trouble [jack hughes/nico hischier] rule 63, alternate universe - celebrity, jack hughes is not a hockey player, getting together, secret relationship, mixed media, outsider POV, Pop Base @popbase Jack Hughes spotted with Nico Hischier, captain of the New Jersey Devils (NHL), at dinner in Los Angeles.

more notes: i'm not even a swiftie but the travis kelce and taylor swift of it all REALLY got to me. and then trevor's whole thing with the tiktok influencer and getting publicized via alex's ig is sooooo. and the wag christmas pics. i'm in shambles island over here. i'm gnawing on a bone that is pop star/professional athlete of it all. i want jack to show up slyly in the pictures and nobody knows if she's there because of luke or because of nico. i thought this would be full pov fic but it is so much more tastier as a mixed media/snippets in between type of fic because i want nothing more than to lean into the media machine that haunts their relationship. also luke having a meltdown that his captain and his sister are dating.

love is no island [trevor zegras/jamie drysdale], alternate universe - not a hockey player, love island fusion, getting together, no shirts no shoes but trevor still gets service, It was a joke, but it wasn't really a joke, because Trevor had been single for too long when he saw a post advertising Love Island applications appear on his phone. He's never been out of luck before, doesn't really know what to do without something to occupy his time and his hands. Even his social media algorithm knows this. It had been the best idea of his life. Then again, everything sounds like the best idea of his life after six shots and a fruity cocktail on an empty stomach.

more notes: ok i binged love island s6 throughout thanksgiving break and i've been thinking about the similarity of being put in a high-stakes fast paced environment and the semblance of intimacy that it creates in hockey and in love island. i'm thinking very deeply of trevor who can't sort his private vs public feelings and is also scared that this means nothing to jamie, whose friends signed him up on a lark and doesn't actually want to be here. nothing much to do but to fall in love and it feels a little too inevitable and maybe too easy. they sweep the voting and win the grand prize and fly back and go. oh. now what.

like the best that you've had [trevor zegras/jamie drysdale] rule 63, women in the NHL, 2023-2024 NHL season, getting together, "So like," Mason starts, having slowly skated his way over to Jamie as they're doing cool down laps. Practice ended an hour ago, but Trevor wanted extra reps at defending and to torture Mason for whatever reason, and it turned into keep and chase that ended with Trevor straddling Jamie, trying to face wash him on the ice. "You and Trevor a thing, huh?" They weren't particularly subtle if Mason's figured it out in his first practice with the team. Jamie blushes. "Oh. Good luck." Mason nods sagely, patting Jamie on the back before skating away quickly.

more notes: girl trevor is a female coyote who's ready to EAT. deeply inspired by top dog by magdalena bay. i've been thinking about the dynamics of women in the nhl (see: bingo board) for a long time and trevor would make the best girl in the game, so deeply sure about herself, loudly wants and hasn't ever felt shy a day in her life. i keep thinking about how jamie would go insane. specifically i wanna pick away at the dynamic that is being deeply in love with someone that everyone keeps telling you not to fall in love with. not that there's anything wrong with girl trevor but she looks like she chews on boys' heart for fun and spits them out clean as a whistle after. and she does! the first three months of living together, jamie runs into way too many guys that look heartbroken while getting kicked out like!

call this place my home [matthew tkachuk/leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid] rule 63, accidental pregnancy, developing relationship, polyamorous relationship, alternate universe, 2022-2023 NHL season Leon and Connor have been tied on the leaderboard for the past week, like they can't figure out who should win the Art Ross trophy this season, passing the puck back and forth in between them on the way to the net. They did the same to Matthew during Toronto, because they always liked sharing everything. Now she's staring at a positive pregnancy test. Go figure.

more notes: saving the best for last because THIS IS SO FUCK NASTY AND INDULGENT, i am not above this apparently. look i keep thinking about matthew getting pregnant and deciding to keep it and not knowing who's the father is and haha well the three of them have been. sort of a thing anyways. for the past year so maybe they should just? not figure out? and she's going to miss the rest of the season anyways so she might as well stay in edmonton. the baby's got to have canadian citizenship. surely. also german citizenship. the baby will play for team usa though. i think there are a lot of fun questions to explore like how do you acknowledge you are in a deeply committed polyamorous relationship and also how does having a kid change that. also how does having a kid change YOU and your own definition of love. how do you learn to put faith and hope into the wide changing world and trust that you will be okay no matter what happens. the pregnancy is actually a metaphor, you see,