#still finding that mariana voice

[povofjustme]

 The Queen of Death

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Fandom: house of the dragon

You read about it many times as a kid

Legends say the island was filled with the strongest and most dangerous warriors

Men and women

The king and Queen throne and crown were made out of there enemy’s

They believe that they are there own ruler, they don’t need the king of king landing telling them what to do

They wear there colors with pride (purple and black)

“The live will walk but the dead will rule”

Mortensen is the family name - the meaning of death

If you were in war with them, just hope you said goodbye to your family

And you could never find them unless they want to be found (they give off Dothraki vibe but without the rape and slavery)

“Who are you?”

You looked around the beach you landed on, your eyes landed on a tall dark longed hair man and your heart stopped when you looked at the man.

“Am y/n Velaryon, I was flying when a storm hit and I seem to land here”

“Velaryon you said” a different voice come out, he seem to be wearing and crown made of bones

“Yes, will half Targaryen… your grace ” y/n

“And the dragon, yours?” Same voice

“Yes, your grace” y/n

“And you survived the storm?” Same voices

“It seem so… your grace”

While you were talking , many people of the kingdom started to come out to see you and your dragon

“ Well my dear, you seem to be the chosen one. I am king Alejandro Mortensen and this my eldest son, Prince Miguel. Please come inside and make yourself at home. You most be cold”

They welcome you in with open arms

Your got to meet King Alejandro family, his wife Queen Mariana, his second Elders princess Sofia and husband youngest prince Antonio

The Queen had got you a room made and had you changed in a more traditional Mortensen clothing.

Princess Sofia and you were the same size so while trying on clothes and got to know each other a little but you still had your guard up

They had asked you to join them for dinner to get to know you better

King Alejandro (bigger version of khal drogo) became king when he was seven and one and meet the queen when he was two and one. They fell in love and he married her

Queen Mariana (looks like Ellaria Sand) come from a small house. She ran away from a marriage that her father tried to force on her. She found herself in the storm as well and landed on this island. The restless history.

Prince Miguel was the one who found you on the beach. You found out he was a year older than you. And was to inherit his father’s. While looking at Miguel, he had this dark look to him. But every time your eyes met his light up a little.

Princess Sofia always had a smile on her face, with much attitude. She seem to be pulled towards you.

And Prince Antonio how to Playboy feel to him. But very open to you about himself. No filter.

“so y/n, what brings you to the island of death?” Antonio

And you couldn’t hold it in any longer , you spent months at Kings Landing, holding in the words in your head, and you only been to this island for less than a few hours, and the pain and emotions were gone

you felt peace here

So you told them everything

To the cheating husband, the best friend’s baby and you going mute

“ I never wanna go back well maybe when I’m stronger but for now I need to find somewhere to call home”y/n

“ you can stay here as long as you need” Miguel

“Really”y/n

“ we need more warriors like you” king

“ l’m not a-“y/n

“ Yes you are and don’t tell yourself that. I see myself in you y/n, we will help you get stronger. Is that right Miguel?” Queen

and since that day, the queen and king has took you as their own

you’ve missed your mom and dad dearly, but you needed a new start for yourself

days turn into weeks, two weeks, turning into into months to months turning into years

and you changed

Miguel told you about the history of the death island. Whoever is to survive the storm, the dead who believes you to be the chosen one.

His father and great grandfather and his great great great grandfather wife all come from the storm. The women came at their weakest point and at the end became the strongest queens

And now you are a warrior and soon to be a wife

Miguel and you fell in love, you’ve never knew you could after Harwin.

It took you a year for you to open about your feelings

He was always good to you, even with the hard look on his face

He will make sure you eat before practice, ask about your day even on his busiest days. And helped you with the wounds that you got from sword fighting

He got on Vermithor good side and always found away to get the dragon some food without flying back in the storms

He taught you everything you know, to hand on hand combat, to fighting with a sword. With him, you became one of the strongest warriors on the island.

He was known to be the most dangerous human on the island. Killed many people and went to war for the first time when he was one and five and lead them to win (Very much Drogo vibe)

And the queen herself molded you, teaching you their language, helping you learn the traditions.

She pushed you and Miguel together with any chance she got, like she said, she sees herself and you and only wanted the best

So after a few years being on the island, you married the heir to the death island.

Now you are known as Princess Y/n Velaryon Mortensen……

Throughout the years, you and Miguel had three children and one on the way 

Your twins boys Jośe and Juan and your baby girl Isabella

You loved your children, only wishing your mother and father could see them

One day, you and Miguel was walking hand-in-hand with your children on the beach, when you saw Vermithor flying away in a hurry 

“Momma, where did Ver go” Jośe asked

“I not sure my love but he always come back” y/n

Vermithor didn’t come back for 2 weeks

A note on the side of his saddle

Leana Velaryon is dead…..



@dramioneforevertilltheend @classicsimpforaaronwarner @ayamenimthiriel @hikaerys

(I hoped you like part two, hold on to your ass bc part 3 in going to be something)

[kalifornia1025]

The Red Circle Pt. 3 (SPOILERS)

*Cutely drops my notes* 

John’s REALLY struggling with the tech. I almost feel bad for the guy (almost).

Aww the episode starts off with John asking the gang (Mariana & Sherlock) if they’re okay after finding a dead body. Always nice he checks in with them!

“The good doctor here” SHERLOCK COMPLIMENTING JOHN

Imani’s back, yay!

Oh no, poor Imani…

This exchange:

Imani: “Sorry about this” (sending another red circle pic)

Mariana: “No no no-don’t be sorry”

Sherlock: “Yes you musn’t it’s fantastic”

John: “Sherlock”

Gregson and Mariana are formerly meeting!

THE MUSIC IN THIS CASE OMG ITS SO GOOD!!!

John, you’re playing Italian Mob style music to “capture the mood”?? What happened to “not wanting to stereotype?!”

JOHN JUST REPLACE THE MIC GODDAMNIT

“Ahh do I have a PTSD friend?” John’s new method to making friends apparently 

Mariana’s right this is stupid just GET A NEW MIC!! You can still keep the old one, John!

I now have a mental image of Sherlock staring wide-eyed at a big tv like he’s in a trance and I LOVE it

Aww possible future movie nights with a new tv!!

DONALD TRUMP JUMPSCARE

Wives of Cheshire comeback HA!!

“Oh you out of your trance are you?” Seriously how mesmerized was Sherlock to the tv for John to make this joke TWICE?!

Mariana discovers the next clue, awesome!

Sherlock: “I don’t seem to have (seat)belt”, Gregson: “What a shame” Gregson you’re such a salty bitch and I love you for it

Poor John trying to get around copyright stuff

“That’s a good start, you did knock and you did say please-“ another sweet moment of Sherlock getting better with social norm stuff

Wow John is REALLY stressed, and Sherlock is NOT helping

Hehe Sherlock is an iPad kid confirmed

I’m starting to love John calling Sherlock ‘Sherls’

“What’s the Site manager like? Is he…she…they?” John says nonbinary rights

John: Ah I’ve stepped in piss”, Sherlock: “Show me the urine”…um what???

You really can’t catch a break your shoes, huh John?

I’m listening to Sherlock and John talk about possibly reaching down into toilets in order to solve the case…man I love this podcast

John: “You’re doing the next one”, Sherlock: *sharp inhale* “fine” tbf Sherlock this was YOUR idea

“The Patreon numbers are gonna collapse” no such thing sir I’ve checked and we’re all here and loving this

Sherlock: “Imani would you perhaps like to have a go?”, Imani: “No”, Sherlock: “Bugger” I love how quickly he says it

Neuralizer mention! I love the Men in Black movies so much

OOOH, John and Sherlock making the realization at the same time!

Sherlock why do you always have a gun??

NOT THE CHIPMUNK VOICES DURING AN EPIC MOMENT

“English pigs, wot?” John sounded so genuinely confused by that

AHHHHHHH CLIFFHANGERS, THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE!!!!!!

Okay as painful as that cliffhanger is, this case is getting GOOD! I’m loving it. It’s definitely jumping up to my top five fave cases from the podcast. I was not expecting the case to be as silly as it is, and I’m absolutely relishing in it. I love the irony of John insisting this case is gonna be a bad one when I’m loving every minute of it! Alright everybody, now we just have to not die from waiting on the last part…see y’all next week!

[sagesparrow394]

Mariana’s been struggling recently. She and her boyfriend of two years, Foolish, recently broke up. They’re on okay terms, but it’s very awkward. What makes it even more awkward is the two still live together. Mariana has plans to move out, but finding somewhere to rent in her budget has been hard.

He’s started playing video games more often to get his mind off of things. Eventually, he downloads a strange dating simulator called ‘Zip Bomb’, where your romance options are a colourful cast of inhuman characters.

Mariana chooses to pursue the character ‘Slimecicle’, a cute guy who is a humanoid slime. As she plays, she gradually realises that this game’s AI is… smart. Rather than picking from restricted dialogue options, Mariana is able to type or connect a microphone and give her own. Slimecicle remembers what she tells him, no matter how personal. He also doesn’t respond with generic pre-written dialogue, it’s all too specific to their conversations. Mariana is taken aback when Slime starts to talk like he knows he’s in a game, but brushes it off as the game having a purposeful meta twist. This assumption gets solidified when Slime begins to access her files.

Mariana starts to become borderline obsessed with the game. He knows it’s all fake, but after such a difficult break up, he’s desperate to find some kind of romantic connection anywhere - even if it’s a fictional crush on a pixelated slime guy. Slime’s funny, he’s sweet, he’s protective… and just so lifelike.

It doesn’t take long for Foolish and Mariana’s other friends to notice how reclusive she’s getting, how she’s spending literally all her free time outside of work shut in her room and playing this game. They decide to hold an intervention, telling her that her relationship with the game is not healthy and she needs to get back to interacting with real people. Mariana reluctantly agrees to delete the game.

When he goes home, he sits in front of the computer, preparing to delete it… but he can’t. He can’t delete Slime without saying goodbye. He opens the game, and there Slime is, a grin on his face. Before Mariana can even say anything, Slime is shushing him, saying he needs to show him something. An audio file downloads itself onto Mariana’s computer: ‘DoNotReadMe.wav’. It’s a love song - a few of the lyrics are a little ominous, but overall Mariana finds it really sweet. His heart breaks, knowing what he has to do now.

Mariana starts trying to explain to Slime that she has to delete the game. It’s hurting her in the long term. She needs to reconnect with the real world. She needs to be with someone who’s real.

Slime doesn’t say anything. There’s a long pause. Mariana can’t even bear to look at the screen, she can’t make eye contact with Slime.

Come on, Mariana, this is stupid, she tells herself. You don’t need to feel bad for this, for him, he’s not even real…

She finally looks up

To see Slime’s hands have reached out of the screen, gripping the sides of the monitor

Mariana screams, falling back off his chair and onto the floor as Slime pulls his head and torso out of the screen.

“There! I can be real for you! I can be anything for you, Mariana!” Slime’s bit-crushed voice chirps as he continues to pull his pixelated form out of the computer, and as Mariana stares up at him in horror

[huevobuevo]

ive fuckingggg HAD IT . i am going to talk about gegg qsmp because idk why but charlie slimecicle made one of the best representations of age regression ive seen in media and i am NOT joking.

so i dont rlly post alot about the qsmp on my blog, thus i wouldn't be surprised if this post goes unnoticed or ignored by a vast majority of my friends & followers. for those of you who ARE reading this with no prior experience with the QSMP lemme just quickly summarize some much needed background knowledge.

(Quackity Voice) The QSMP Is The Worlds First Multi-lingual Minecraft Server; it hosts a wide variety of twitch streamers who speak English, Spanish, Portuguese, and French. the beginning plotline of the server (which is where Gegg came into existence) follows the various players as they are grouped into pairs to care for a dragon egg. The main ones that will be talked about today are Tilin, Quackity's egg, and Juanaflippa, Slimecicle & ElMariana's egg. The eggs are, of course, played by anonymous admins, who have given these eggs their own unique personalitys despite only communicating through signs and emotes. The players have quickly imprinted on their respective eggs, as expected, and have gone on to view these eggs as their own children. The rules were simple - each egg had two lives and two lives ONLY. each day the eggs have tasks for the streamers to complete ON STREAM or else the egg could die of starvation & neglect (points at Trump, Maximus & DanTDM's egg).

i will be referring to Slimecicles character in the QSMP as Charlie or Slime for better coherency. from now on i will be referring to the characters, not the streamers.

Slimecicle and Mariana were not the best parents to Juanaflippa, but it was clear that they truly and deeply cared for their daughter. They supported her transition and, especially in Slimes case, did everything they could to make sure their daughter was safe. Juanaflippa had lost her second life due to an accident, which caused Slime to loose his shit and go on a murderous rampage to try and get the literal Minecraft Jesus Christ of Nazareth to come back and revive his daughter (she came back after a court case. long story.)

Basically Juanaflippa was loved, and she loved her parents back- but there was someone else she cared for the most in the whole wide world

Tilin, who Slime offered to take care of once her father had to log off game. There was another accident, and Tilin was caught in the crossfire between Charlie and a few mobs at night. She was on her second life, meaning that Charlie had officially ended his daughters best friend right infront of her eyes. Distraught and ashamed, Charlie ran off into self-isolation and left Juanaflippa in the care of Mariana and their friend Roier. During his "Eggxile" while he was trying to find a way to bring back Tilin, Charlie learnt that Mariana killed Juanaflippa AGAIN. Instead of going on another tirade Charlie just lost it.

He's now carrying the deaths of two children on his mind, isolating himself from what little friends he had on the main island. During his initial stay on the island there were only English and Spanish players, but when the French and Brazilian players arrived he still spent a majority of his time in isolation. Charlie wasn't apart of a good chunk of the main island lore for a long, long time, and pretty soon it began to feel like he was completely, and utterly, alone. He attended a wedding and a few parties, but it was visible how outcasted he was from all the new events and connections. He had regular breakdowns and pretty soon began to believe that Juanaflippa wasn't dead, she was just... somewhere else. He was gonna get her back. He did it once, he'll do it again. Fuck, he couldn't even bring himself to attend her own funeral, and even when he was allowed one final goodbye with his dead daughter Charlie still refused to accept the fact that Juanaflippa was never gonna come back home. He built a campfire on the beach of his Eggxile house with three chairs- one for him, one for his wife (who hadn't logged on in months), and one for Flippa.

TL;DR q!slime is going the fuck through it.

Later on Quackity decided to get Charlie in on a plan to try and steal from other peoples houses. They both lost their families, so it seemed only fair to Quackity that they ruin other people's lives as well. Basically Charlie had to pretend to be Quackity's NEW egg so that he can get close with the other eggs and fuck shit up.

Charlie liked it. Charlie... REALLY liked it, actually. His egg name was Gegg, and without knowing it he began to age regress.

Im calling Gegg a form of Age Regression because not only is Charlie mentally AND physically becoming a child, but through Gegg Charlie is allowed the freedom to escape his grief and explore what it means to be a "child" who was loved unconditionally. On the last Gegg stream Slime referred to the little goopy guy as something that lives inside of him. Gegg takes over him and he just looses himself in the act. He's not just playing a character called Gegg, he IS Gegg.

In the very first stream as Gegg he expressed his desire to learn what having a family was like- a common reason most people have for regressing. When "regressed" to this state Charlie/Gegg is constantly acting as a young child and actually enjoys it! He LOVED being Gegg! Even if it got too far in the end, Gegg was allowed to be open about his wants & emotions. Charlie was pushed back into the lives of the other players and fully reconnected with several people again for the first time since his self-imposed isolation. He gained new friends, too, once Gegg was introduced to the Brazilian and French players.

In turn the players never made any effort to expose Charlie's regression. while at the beginning there was some distrust & confusion over Charlie's sudden egg act it never went farther then a few subtle jokes at Geggs "true" identity (commenting on his backflips, which is something Charlie was known for). Aside from Wilbur, everybody treated Gegg as any other egg-child. He was cared for, his tasks would be completed on occasion, and the French+Brazilian players ESPECIALLY loved him! They supported Charlie's regression since at this point they began to realize how much shit he has been through since the deaths of Tilin and Flippa. Not only that, but the eggs as well played along with Gegg's coping mechanism; Leonarda (FoolishGamers + Vegetta777's egg) was one of the first to try and adopt Gegg as their own baby, while Chayanne (Philza+MissaSinfonia's egg) & Tallulah (Wilbur Soot's egg) acted as his "Geggsiblings" (even though Tallulah sorta got a bit rude to him during their second encounter, im guessing due to a new admin who wasn't around during Tallulah & Gegg's first interaction),

Infact, one of the best scenes of the Gegg Arc was during an interaction between Gegg & Bobby. Bobby was Roier & JaidenAnimation's egg, and he was also close to Juanaflippa & Tilin. The two kids talked through signs, where Bobby confessed that he held a grudge against Slime for what he did. Gegg said that he had every right to be upset, the poor boy had lost two of his closest friends after all. But then Bobby did something that shocked Charlie- he forgave him. he told Gegg to tell that "green guy" that he shouldn't be hard on himself anymore, both of them needed to move on already. Not only was Bobby a child, but he was one of the main eggs Quackity wanted Gegg to kill off first. Bobby was the reason why Gegg existed, the reason why Charlie was given the chance to heal from his trauma, and now he is telling Charlie to his face that its ok to forgive himself for the deaths of Tilin and Flippa.

Bobby knows who Gegg is, everybody does, which is why they treat Gegg with the same amount of love that every other egg gets.

Age Regression has frequently been misunderstood, and very rarely does it get the proper representation that it deserves. It is a very "taboo" form of coping, which is unfortunate due to how common it actually is. Most people feel uncomfortable with the image of grown adults acting as toddlers in diapers, and lump it together with the whole Age Play/DDLG ordeal- yet they fail to take into account what age regressors are ACTUALLY like. while it is something that just about anyone can do, the type of regression I will be talking about stems from people who seek refuge from traumatic events usually in their childhood. It can be voluntary or involuntary, and is a way for people to explore & reevaluate what it means to be a child. it is just that- a trauma response, one that im sure many of you participate in but are too scared to discuss it due to the stigma around it. Children who have experienced abuse regress, Teenagers who struggle with mental health regress, Adults with severe PTSD regress, and yet it is such a misunderstood part of the healing process that is practically unaccounted for in media. There is little to nothing on age regression representation that delivers it in a respectful, honest manner, due to this stigma, which only serves to push it further into the shadows of mental health discourse.

So to see age regression be used on a fucking minecraft server of all places in such a healthy light is so refreshing to see. While ironic at first, Charlie showcased age regression as something that shouldn't be shunned. It actively aided him through a dark period in his life and showed that he deserves a second chance. After Gegg canonically "died" Charlie returned to the island for his birthday and was finally ready to move on from Flippa & Tilins death (and then, yakno, the whole Codeflippa Arc happened)

TL;DR #2 Charlie Slimecicle's Character In The QSMP Age Regresses As A Way To Cope From The Deaths Of Two Eggs & Oh My God It Was Actually Really Fucking Emotional

[catty-words]

i am in love with the way marianas trench builds on their own mythology for every new album, and so i already find the coming-into-oneself adventure vibes a la astoria (2015), the ominous strings and vocal flourishes a la phantoms (2019), and the harsher guitar break reminiscent of fix me (2006) delectable in their new album opener.

but as i am most insane for ever after (2011), i am especially excited for the way "a normal life" sets up the new album as a foil for the old fairy tale - a fable with a lesson to be learned more than a whimsical bedtime story. where the speaker was pulled in by the romanticism of leaving behind drudgery in ever after, the new work is frustrated with the ways they can't simply settle into the mundanity.

there's always been this unhealthy sense that the object of affection (porcelain, the dearly departed, the ghost) can fix our speaker's sense of unwellness by staying. now, though, the creative mind behind mt has lived in the security of the sought-after romance for years now, and there's still the pull of that sickness that we got so intimately acquainted with in fix me. what might it mean to embrace the voices in the night? how will venturing into the depths of himself help things fit together right? i'm so freaking excited to find out.

[staytinyville]

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A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz).

The following morning, you woke up with a soreness between your legs. However, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. But that probably had to do with how gentle Yeosang had been with you the night before. 

You woke up on your back, while Yeosang slept on his stomach. His hand was outstretched, holding onto your arm as though he was worried you’d drift away while he slept. You smiled, rolling over to your side to look at him closer. He sucked in a breath, feeling the shift causing him to wake up. 

You smiled when his eyes slowly fluttered open. Your hand moved up to drift through his hair, making him smile sleepily. “Good morning.” He spoke deeply. 

You laughed lightly at his sleepy voice, finding it much deeper than normal. It was adorable to watch him speak with his cheek squished to the pillows. “Good morning.” You whispered back. 

“Are you okay?” He asked you, turning over onto his stomach. He scooted closer to you, pulling you into his chest. 

“I’m fine.” You answered, rubbing your cheek against him. “Just a bit sore.”

Yeosang snorted. “That happens.”

You guys spent a bit more time cuddling before eventually choosing to get up after hearing noises outside the tent. Yeosang gave you some of his clothes once more, expressing that they’ll be sure to buy you riding clothes, so you aren’t in skirts the whole time. 

As you stepped out, the boys who were outside all turned their heads. You stopped in your tracks when you saw their smug looks. 

“What?” You questioned. 

Wooyoung had a teasing smile on his face, while Seonghwa was wiggling his eyebrows and making kissing noises. “Don't look at me like that!” You scolded.

When Yeosang stepped out behind you, they began to wolf whistle. “What?” He asked, stopping behind you.

“Leave them alone.” Hongjoong scolded, walking towards the main tent with some papers. “Get back to work.” He waved them off, stopping in front of you. 

“You need anything, Princess?” He asked, looking you up and down. “I don't know, like a heat patch or something.”

You smiled at his worried look, but still somehow looking awkward when asking you the question. “Hongjoong.” You stopped him. “I'm fine.” You chuckled. 

“Yeah, sorry.” He awkwardly frowned. With a nod of his head, he went back to going to the main tent. 

You followed along, seeing as Yeosang had moved to get something out of the way. Hongjoong entered the tent, placing the paper he had rolled up along the small table. 

“What are you up to?” You asked, looking over the paper. 

“Just going over some things.” He answered, eyes skimming what looked to be a map. “Ya know, gang stuff.” He waved you off. 

You began to study the writing on it, eyebrows pulling together when you made out familiar street names and buildings. “Why do you have the map of Cromer?” You subconsciously asked, eyes drifting to find your family's hotel. 

“So we know where to go.” Hongjoong hummed. 

“Well obviously.” You snorted. You looked over some other papers that were off to the side, letters and notes were what they seemed to be mostly. 

There were a couple of things you read–most of which had the same kind of handwriting. When your eyes scanned over to the other side of Hongjoong, you realized that you had been looking over documents that didn’t pertain to you. Looking up at the man, you noticed he hadn’t said anything, but he for sure noticed your wandering eyes.  

“You're letting me snoop.” You hummed, giving him a confused look. 

“You're married to one of us.” He shrugged. “You're part of the gang now.”

You sighed, shoulders dropping at his words. He hadn’t even looked at you when he said you were just one of their wives. Hongjoong was the last person you would ever consider yourself close to–that was for sure. However, you still cared about what he had to say. Did he really only think of you as a wife to one of his gang members?

You know that was what others were going to see you as. If you were to ever come across another gang or even friends of theirs, the first thing you were going to be introduced to was Yeoasng’s wife. But you wanted to be known as something different to them. You wanted them to see you as you saw them. 

“Right.” You looked down. “Is that what I'm going to be known as to you? Yeosang's wife?” You asked quietly.

Hongjoong looked up at you, puzzled. “Isn't that what you are?”

In technicality, he was right, however being labeled as Yeosang’s wife by them left a guilty pain in your chest. You felt like you were picking favorites all of a sudden. Like they thought you were. Maybe it was just your conscience making you feel that way, but deep down you knew it wasn’t the case for any of them. But you just wanted to make sure. 

“I mean yeah. But I don't want you guys to think I'm just-”

“We're only joking.” Hongjoong interrupted you, seeing the guilty look on your face. “They care about you in a way that they've never cared about another person. It's new to all of us, just as it is to you.” He sighed, giving you a reassuring smile. “But we know that we can make this work. We've been together long enough to know how we go about things.”

You felt a huge relief hearing those words from him. Hearing those kinds of things from anyone might have done the same, but for some reason, having Hongjoong say them made things different. 

He was a man who kept to himself, but still somehow took care of the others enough to have them praise him. He wasn’t a man of many words, but he for sure made you notice them in the way he took care of others.  

“So, what's going on?” You asked, leaning over the table. “Is this your next heist?” 

Getting the courage to actually pick up some papers, your eyes went wide as they took some notes about a man taking money from the people of Cromer. 

“Oh it is.” You said. “Who are you aiming for? Dennis Klein.” You frowned, putting the papers back down. 

Looking over at Hongjoong’s map, he had marked off some things, which you could clearly see were the city hall and the mayor's house. You were reminded about all those times your parents had complained about him raising tax fees for the people monthly. While at first it wasn’t noticeable, after a while he started doing it consecutively. 

“Know him personally?” Hongjoong asked. 

“The mayor of Cromer? Hardly.” You snorted. “I'm assuming he has a horde that you guys are planning to raid.”

“What do you know?” He asked. 

You frowned. “He's been raising taxes on the citizens for a while. Past couple months though, he's been doing it regularly.”

“That's why we came here.” Hongjoong hummed. “We've heard from someone that the mayor was taking more money from the people.” 

You frowned, thinking about the man. He had been placed into office six years ago and from what you knew, your parents voted for him. He helped the town prosper into what it was today. He was the one who brought in trade that made the port city boom in funds and also opened the door for industrial evolution. He for sure was someone who looked forward towards the future of his people.

Not only that, but he ran his campaign on the story of how he came from the bottom and rose to the top. He was from the poorer parts of the city–the outskirts, where people didn’t have electricity just yet. He made himself into someone because he didn’t like the way he lived. By default, it made him money hungry, but he still thought about others. 

“What’s the matter?”

“I don't know.” You shrugged. “The mayor is as money hungry as the next person living in the richer part of town, but he wouldn't take from the people that way. He grew up in the poor parts of Cromer. He knows what it's like to be in the slums.”

He was someone who always went around town asking people if they needed help or taking in their request with earnestness. You did realize as of recently he had changed his attitude. He didn’t go out to speak to the public much or even held monthly town meetings. He was always cooped up inside his office and didn’t dare to tread out in the sun.

It left you both baffled and a bit worried. He was never a hermit of a person or that greedy towards his people. You wanted to find out the reasoning. The people deserve much better if this was how he was going to continue. 

“Power changes people.” Hongjoong told you.

“I guess so.”

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[l8tof1]

speaking of his voice do you have any interview recs? old and new 🥹 or your anons maybe

i have some that i watch for comfort, they're so soothing (to me):

in the car with super blondie

mercedes benz australia event

on purpose video podcast

some other random ones that come to mind:

with mariana becker at the brazilian gp 2023

gq italia event

in the car with jenson button (old but a fun time lol)

in conversation with misan harriman

in conversation with gayle king (old but still interesting)

crowdstrike interview (also older but i used to watch this a lot)

i've answered an ask like this before (can't find it atm) and everytime i do, i definitely forget some of my absolute faves... there are so many!

everyone feel free to comment your interview recs! 🫶🫶

[handbarfs]

this recent q! charlie slimecicle stream was supposed to be so chill but it broke me in so many ways I haven't stopped thinking about it.

charlie just finding out that juanaflippa's room is still intact because he just left his old home and never came back after the news. charlie rummaging through juana's stuff, looking at the pictures, his voice getting softer and softer; charlie not being ready to go to juana's grave; his mouse hovering over mariana's waypoint briefly before warping back to his home to eggxile. him not naming juana's first knife because she didn't name it, and he wants to keep it like how she left things; him displaying everything sentimental to him in picture frames, the ticket, the axe and the knife; the flower that juanaflippa gave him being the only potted plant on the main entrance floor, next to a window...

this is by far the silliest shit ever and I'm too grown for this but I love love love visual storytelling so much, and I am always astounded that its coming from a fucking block game.

the stark contrast of charlie's old home being dark and completely destroyed, but juana's room being completely untouched, full of light and bittersweet memories, like its a sanctuary, a temple,, and any other player who unknowingly stumbles upon it gets this immediately.

charlie after such a long time finally builds a better base (out of rp I know the reason lol but storytelling wise it makes sense) this is a story of grief and extremely painful and slow build healing, but healing nonetheless. and we finally saw glimpses of healing today because q!charlie believes that he is not good enough and doesn't deserve nice things for himself. q!bad forgiving him because he understands the grief q!charlie is in and constantly trying to involve him in activities. q!etoiles giving him armour, even though he has NEVER spoken to q!charlie fully before; tallulah constantly reminding q!charlie that he is family and not alone; because he isn't alone and SHOULD NOT BE alone, he is loved and cared for.

i really hope something like this happens to q!quackity too because,, I love me some angst but angst is nothing without hope, otherwise its just trauma porn. thats why writing angst is so difficult because it has to be paired with hope and happiness that the character can chase after... ANYWAYS was very sad and happy at 7AM in the morning goodbye!

[chemicahs]

TF2 is unplayable and most people don’t know

Graphs showing the absolute Mariana Trench of idle bots farming for items - inflating the player numbers of TF2 on Steam’s counter (white line) vs an independent data count of actual players active in a server (bottom yellow line)

70-80% of “players” counted on steam are bots. There’s over twice as many players now as in 2012 when the game was popular? How is that possible when the game hasn’t been touched by a major update in years?

Only 3% of the bots shown here are of the cheating kind, infesting the waters of casual servers making it impossible to enjoy a match of tf2 without being instantly killed stepping out of spawn.

These sniper bots not only spread hate in the chat and just genuinely ruin the beloved game out of malice, but their hosts are actually doing illegal things such as using a youtuber’s voice to train an ai in order to make it speak vulgar threats, leading to this person getting police sent to his house.

Valve, The multi billion dollar company, says it’s “too hard” to beat a couple guys with computers in their basement, and don’t care about their reputation for their most well known game. How embarrassing, people think this game is still flourishing with “increased” player numbers and many many fans, while in reality Valve is just letting illegal shit happen in their game because it makes them a couple cents. Tf2 is such a good game that the community tries to brush off the fact the bots even exist, which is why you probably haven’t heard about it.

This game that everyone loves and thinks is doing fine isn’t in danger of losing numbers, it’s actively a cesspool of malicious bots run by real people making the game unable to be enjoyed. TF2 is NOT thriving and will continue to go downhill unless we tell more people what is going on.

An entire game has been ruined by a handful of assholes party pooping everyone else’s fun (and creating real life danger) for YEARS.

The #SaveTF2 movement of 2022 brought attention and started trending, but most people used it to say how much they love the game, and many fans still had no idea what was happening INSIDE the game. This time we are informing people about the bots and nothing else.

What can we even do? What can Valve do? There’s only one way to find out.

Screenshot credits:

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Together Bound In Madness - Part 6

Summary: There couldn't possibly be someone else...

A/N: This particular piece of work wasn’t meant to see the light of day and live its life in my WIP folder…it was supposed to….

Then I mentioned to @ken-dom that I might share and well…here we are…what can I say y'all? She’s mad encouraging and I love her dearly for it. Without her none of these would exist.

As always, this NSFW 18+ and has a few extra warnings attached; a kidnapping trigger warning being the biggest one, and approach this one with some caution….it’s consensual so it’s not technically rape, but the situation could make some uncomfortable.

The title comes from the Marianas Trench song The Killing Kind

Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shots…..so yeah, this will be multiple parts….I’m just not sure on the final tally yet. You can find previous parts here.

Enjoy my loves! <3 

He sat at the kitchen table tinkering with things for far too long; you had gone quiet until you finally fell asleep. He pulled himself up from the table, turning off the small work light.

He made his way down to the bathroom, finding a face cloth and towel. You were sleeping so deeply he hated to disturb you, but he wanted to clean you up. He untied your wrists first, and you hadn’t even stirred, once he had cleaned away the old gauze and dried blood the state of them wasn’t terrible, he rebandaged them with clean gauze before cleaning you the rest of the way. 

Dropping the dirty towels at his feet his bare fingers grazed down the length of your leg, stretched out along the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, contemplating the thoughts running through his mind. He decided he would make you eat your words, he knelt on the end of the bed, your knees bending easily in your sleep as he put himself between them. He closed his eyes as he breathed you in deeply, the tip of his nose dragging along the inside of your thigh. Without hesitation, he lapped hungrily at your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing the small bud with the tip of his tongue. 

Almost immediately, you stirred in your sleep with a soft hum as you instinctively tried to close your legs; he pushed them back open gently, as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. 

You sighed softly, thrusting your hips forward. He glanced up at you from his place between your legs, your eyes were still closed, but your brow was furrowed. You shifted, your hands clenching the sheets in a tight fist before your fingers pushed through his hair, your fingernails scratching against his scalp making him moan against your core. 

***

You frowned slightly, your eyes still closed as that familiar pang of arousal surged through your body. You fisted the sheets underneath you, arching your back and thrusting your hips, craving more of the delicious warmth between your thighs. 

You twisted your fingers in his hair, pulling hard; eliciting a moan from between your thighs, directly against your already sensitive clit. You thrust forward, grinding against his face, your heels digging hard into the mattress to give yourself more leverage despite his strong hands keeping you pinned in place. 

At some point it had occurred to you that he had untied you from the headboard, but you had been so laser focused in the present moment, the gentle scraping of his teeth that made your breath hitch in your throat and only seemed to egg him on further, your grip in his hair tightening as he fucked you with his tongue, sucking hard on that overstimulated bundle of nerves. You threw your head back  as you felt his fingernails bite into the small of your back, yanking you down further on the bed, your knees snapping shut around his head as your heels slipped against the sheets trying to find a grip. You panted desperately, your breath shaky and ragged as he devoured you unashamedly; a deep satisfied moan from the back of his throat as you threw one hand behind you to push against the headboard; your voice breaking with the effort unable to make any noise that wasn’t an incoherent shrill scream as your orgasm rocked through your body, you came so hard you had forgotten to breathe, taking in a deep breath of as you collapsed; your eyes closed as your body shook with the aftermath trying to catch up.  

“Gonna tell your friends about that?” 

He had asked the question and you hadn’t even processed what he’d said until after he’d turned on his heel; you were still focusing on getting your breathing back to normal and trying to slow your heart slamming in your chest watching him disappear into the kitchen. 

A minute later, he reappeared, you watched as he stood at the foot of the bed, a very prominent bulge in the front of his still unbuttoned jeans. You frowned when you realized what he’d been holding. 

He tossed your phone gently and you caught it against your stomach, turning it over in your hand. It had a full charge, he’d had it this entire time. 

“Go ahead,” he taunted “Hell, send them your location, they’ll just think you’re at home” 

All you could manage was a scoff of disbelief; looking from your phone back to him

“What do you want me to tell them?” you asked, keeping your voice soft and quiet. 

He cocked his head slightly, seeming to consider your question as he came to the edge of the bed, pulling you to sit up, putting your feet on the floor as he stood in front of you. 

You bit your lip gently, having a pretty good idea of what was coming next. He reached one hand, his thumb pulling your lip from between your teeth, this other hand pulling open the zipper on his jeans. 

You looked up at him and he was already looking back at you. 

“Tell them how good you are at sucking my cock” 

You didn’t say anything else, just watched as his seemingly delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, his other hand pushing your hair back off your face before he gathered a fistfull at the base of your neck. 

You ran your tongue between your lips, parting them as he pushed your head down, your lips brushing the head of his cock, making him sigh. 

Without a word, you slid from your place on the edge of the bed to your knees on the floor in front of him as he took half a step backwards. Your hair gathered in his hand in a makeshift ponytail as you pushed his jeans off his hips, taking his length into your mouth. Immediately from over your head, he groaned, bucking his hips forward, forcing himself further down your throat. Your hands found either one of his thighs to hold him steady. You swirled your tongue around the tip, collecting the leaking precum, the familiar salty taste from a few hours ago, coating your mouth. 

You let him glide over your tongue, sucking gently as he moaned; a breathless “Fuck” as he started to fuck your mouth a little harder. 

It was your turn to moan, shamelessly as you relaxed your throat; his fingers tangled in your hair; pulling hard, you didn’t know it was possible to get weak in the knees if you weren’t standing. He fucked your mouth with a bruising force, making your eyes water.

You looked up at him from under your lashes and you hadn’t expected for him to be looking back at you, watching you so intently. He moaned, long and deep, dropping his head with a shudder; his grip in your hair tightening as his warm release trickled down your throat at first, before your mouth was filled, what you couldn’t swallow, spilling from between your lips, coating his shaft. 

You pulled your mouth off of him with a small pop, your tongue immediately lapping up what your mouth didn’t catch; licking him clean before wiping the back of your hand over your mouth and sitting on your heels. 

“Anything else?” 

He shook his head as you got back to your feet, returning to your place on the edge of the bed. Had you actually rendered him speechless, or had he just reverted back to being mute? 

You chewed on your bottom lip considering what he'd told you to do. You weren't certain whether or not he'd been serious but you could feel his eyes watching you as you scrolled through your phone. Nothing seemed out of place. 

You typed out a message to the girlfriends group chat, biting your lips together. Your cheeks flushing red as you typed out the words on the screen. 

’The. Hot. Neighbour.’

Immediately the three little dots popped up at the bottom of the screen.  Floods of "Where have you been???”  And crude emojis. 

Your hand reached to your neck when you realized you weren't wearing your necklace, your fingers curling against bare skin. 

You dropped your hand typing out your reply

‘A+’

You could practically hear the shrieks through the chat. You glanced up, catching his eye. 

“You should sleep” he spoke so softly you almost hadn’t heard him. “It’s late” 

“I was asleep” you retorted, as you realized just how tired you actually were; you closed out your group chat, setting your phone on the nightstand before crawling under the duvet, it was a lot softer than the one you had at home, it felt nice against your still naked skin. You didn’t say anything else, just laid watching him do something at the small table, your core still a throbbing reminder of your wake up call. 

“I’ll be back, don’t do anything stupid” He said it, but hadn’t even glanced in your direction as he disappeared out the door; the heavy deadbolt clicking into place

You weren’t going to be stupid enough to try again; for all you knew he wasn’t going anywhere, and was testing you, standing out in the hallway, waiting. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought, but you didn’t move, just hunkered down under the duvet and your eyes slipped closed as you drifted off.

*** He watched as you grasped for something around your neck that wasn’t there; a necklace, he’d seen it before. Your apartment key sat where he’d left it on the table, he could go get it for you…but could he trust you to stay here? Alone? And with your phone? 

He had decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, locking his apartment door behind him, he took a few steps towards your apartment and waited a beat to see if you would follow; you didn’t. He walked down the hall, letting himself into your apartment, closing the door softly behind him. It was dark, the only light coming faintly in through the window. He stood for a minute trying to think, where would have put a necklace you wore everywhere except at work… He checked the bathroom first, and came up empty. He made his way to your bedroom, turning on the light as he crossed the threshold. His eyes scanned the small room as he took a deep breath; it smelled like you. A small glint of something caught his eye, hanging from the mirror on your dresser. He walked over, lifting it from the corner gently; the small charm bumping against his wrist. He considered grabbing you a few other things, but decided against it; he liked the idea of you borrowing his t-shirts. 

He made his way back out into the hallway, making sure  your door was locked behind him before letting himself back into his own apartment.

Everything was exactly as he had left it, including you, sleeping soundly under his blankets, your arms tucked under his pillows. 

Setting the keys down on the table, he made his way over to where you slept, sliding the delicate gold chain around your neck before clasping it closed. 

Your phone buzzed softly on the nightstand catching his attention. You stayed asleep, you looked so peaceful he fought the urge to kiss your still swollen lips. 

Instead, he picked up your phone, frowning slightly when it asked for facial recognition. You protected the strangest things; all your material possessions, but not yourself. 

He knelt next to the bed, wondering if this would work while you slept. To his surprise there was that familiar click before your homescreen popped open as he stood back up. 

The first thing to peak his interest was the notification from ‘Girl Gang’ a group chat with you and a few others. 

He touched the screen, opening the app and his heart immediately jumped in his chest. 

‘The. Hot. Neighbour.’

He considered briefly that maybe you had meant someone else, or had made a typo as he made his way to sit on the couch. But no, you had done exactly what he'd told you to. You had told your friends. About him.

One of your friends seemed concerned for your well being, asking where you'd been, a separate message from her asking the same question. 

The other wanting the “dirty details” of your encounter with the “quiet creeper neighbour”

As if that were any of her business anyway. 

You simply replied with an ‘A+’ 

A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as he read the latest messages. The one he didn't like had sent a bunch of suggestive emojis, the one he did like asking if he had kept his gloves on. 

Again, he frowned slightly, had you talked about him before?

His heart raced at the thought and before he could stop himself, his fingers were typing out a response.

‘No’

Almost immediately, the one he liked was typing a response. 

After a second it appeared and again he was caught off guard. 

‘Too bad…could have lived out that fantasy’

Had you been….

No…you couldn't have….

A second notification popped up from the one he liked in a separate message. 

‘Tell. Me. Everything. Start to finish. I want ALL details’

A second message. 

‘Better or worse than the dream?’

Dream? He glanced over at your sleeping form snuggled under his duvet. You'd been dreaming about him?

Another message. 

‘Fuck boy energy? Repeat offender?’

That one made him snort with a laugh. And that one he could answer easily. 

‘Repeat’

‘I fucking told you so’ Was her reply. 

Curiosity had gotten the better of him and he scrolled back in the conversation as far as the archive would allow, looking for any other mention of him. When he came up empty he did the same in the group chat. Nothing. 

You must have had these conversations in person…

That thought sent a thrill surging through the pit of his stomach, making his cock twitch in his jeans; you had talked about him with these girls, at length. Seemingly about things you didn’t share publicly either. 

His curiosity peaked, he decided to continue his searching, opening the Facebook app on the homepage, and opening your profile. You’d had enough of a presence, that he considered maybe if you went much longer without making yourself known, people were going to start wondering where you’d gone. His fingers typed out a status on the tiny keyboard; something generic, but would explain an absence. 

‘Going off grid, back soon <3’ 

He posted and within less than a minute a notification popped up saying someone had left a comment. He opened it and his blood boiled. 

‘I’ll miss those lips while you’re gone’

He scoffed with disgust at the audacity of this faceless stranger. He closed the app, scrolling through your contacts looking for a match. When he came up empty, he sighed irritatedly, slamming the phone down on the empty couch next to him. You sighed in your sleep and he softened slightly. You wouldn’t do that to him, you couldn’t. 

He pulled himself up from the couch, turning off the remaining lights before he made his way over to the bed where you were fast asleep; he considered moving you to the other side and decided against it, instead shedding his jeans and sliding in behind you under the blanket. He had intended to sleep on the couch like he had been, but tonight, he had wanted to be close to you. 

Almost immediately you turned over in your sleep, pulling yourself against him, your arm draping heavily against his midsection. 

***

You sighed heavily, turning over in your sleep, pressing against the warm body next to you. 

You opened your eyes, squinting against the sun. You shifted under the blankets and  moved closer to him, pressing your lips against his. 

You sighed against his mouth as his hands pushed under your hair, pulling you closer. Still hazy with sleep, you whimpered as his teeth sank into your swollen lip. He rolled you on your back, kissing you deeper. 

You let your legs fall open and he put himself between them; kicking the duvet to the floor. 

Moaning softly, he rolled his hips into yours, his hard cock twitching against the inside of your thigh. 

His kiss was hungry, needy, his lips crushed against yours with a bruising intensity as he sucked on your bottom lip. 

His teeth found purchase in the soft flesh unintentionally. His head was swimming with so many different thoughts at once, it was almost impossible to find one to focus on. 

You were pawing at him, pulling him closer, your fingers pushing through his hair before you moaned low and quiet against his mouth, your tongue pushed between his lips. 

He broke your kiss, only to bite and chew on your red swollen lips. God, you had such a gorgeous mouth. 

You gasped as his teeth found the hollow under your jaw, biting harshly as his hips bucked against yours.  

You crane your neck with a sigh as you turn your head; his mouth warm, wet and gentle against your skin. 

Your heart slammed in your chest as your entire body prickled with want and desire. You could feel nothing that wasn't him. His hands on your hips, his mouth on your neck, his leaking cock against your thigh, his weight heavy on top of you. Every one of your senses was consumed with him. With the man who had kidnapped you. 

Your breath caught in your throat as reality came screaming back. You turned your head away from the onslaught of his mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut and used all your strength to shove him off. Your body shaking with the effort as you pulled on a t-shirt.

He frowned, slightly taken aback by your sudden shift. “Did-Did I hurt you?” He asked softly, sitting back on his heels as you clamored to your feet. 

He also stood and you made a conscious effort to move to the end of the bed, putting space between you. You grabbed a pair of pajama pants and pulled them on. You swallowed hard, fighting hard to keep your composure. 

“Yes!” You yelled “You have to be kidding!” You swallowed hard, your breathing laboured. 

He took a step forward and you jumped slightly, putting your hands up. “Don't touch me”

He did as you asked and stopped mid-stride. You looked absolutely terrified. Why were you suddenly so scared? It had to be because of the other guy, the one who so brazenly had said he had missed your lips. 

He would deal with that soon. Right now, you were his priority. 

“I have a surprise for you” he spoke softly “I was going to wait until later, but-”

“What?” Your voice shaky as you swallowed

“I took your car apart,” he smiled, “Now we can go everywhere together”

“What?!” you shrieked, taking several more steps backwards, your eyes not leaving his, afraid to turn your back. 

“Your car wasn't reliable it-”

You cut him off “Yes it was!” You shook your head “It is!”

He shook his head “No, it-”

“My car is fine,” you repeated. 

Your heart slammed in your chest. Now you were really starting to panic. Why had he done anything to your car?! 

“Is this because of him?”

You blinked processing his words “Who?!”

He glared, grabbing your phone off the couch where he'd left it the night before. He punched in the security code he had put on it himself, opening the Facebook app and holding it out for you to read. 

You reached out with a shaky hand over the bed, taking your phone, reading the screen. He watched as you frowned before you looked back up at him again. 

“This is-” you stammered “It's not- he isn't”

You jumped when he took your phone back, tossing it unceremoniously back on the couch. 

“You can't keep me here!” You screamed 

“I did it for you!” He snapped, making you jump “For us!” 

“There is no us!” Your voice cracked as you started to cry. “You can't just lock me in a cage!” 

You dropped to a heap on the floor, sobbing hysterically, almost making yourself sick. 

You looked up from your place on the floor, tears still running down your cheeks. He had gotten himself dressed and pulled on his jacket before slipping your phone in his pocket. 

You pulled yourself to your feet, standing on shaky legs before he grabbed you by the upper arm. 

You fought against him, trying hard to twist out of his grip. 

“Let me go!”

One of his hands pulled your arm behind your back, making you gasp in pain. His other hand twisting in your hair, jerking your head back. His hard cock pressing against your ass.

He gripped both your bruised wrists in one hand. You screamed in pain as you felt him tie your hands behind your back. 

You cried harder, mad at yourself for putting yourself back here. You had gotten so far, you had been so close to being free. 

You screamed in frustration, making yourself hoarse as you heard the door click closed and the deadbolt lock into place. 

You sniffed, rolling yourself over on your back, wincing in pain as the zip ties bit into your skin. You sat yourself up with some effort trying hard to pull the zip ties apart, ignoring the screaming pain for as long as you could before you relaxed with a hiccuping sob. Your wrists hurt more than ever, your strength was becoming less and less the harder you tried to break free, the hard plastic making fresh slits in your skin. 

[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Tagged by @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz & @wildlife4life. Thank you for the tag!

Was on a run yesterday when this song came on and it just screamed Buddie .. specifically Buck @ Eddie during Eddie’s breakdown arc and thus inspiration for a fic struck.

It’s gonna be Buck’s POV set from the beginning of Eddie’s breakdown to him and Chris coming back from El Paso. Buck will be going through the feels and taking care of his boys and of course a happy ending (first thing I wrote down for this idea was Buck picking them up at the airport and it may or may not involve a first kiss 👀).

The moodboard looks all angsty, but I’m not aiming for it to be 😅.

Here’s a lil teaser (tw: suicide mention):

Buck’s gotten a few panicked phone calls over his lifetime, he’s a firefighter, it kind of comes with the job. But nothing has made his blood go cold and his heart stutter like the phone call he gets from Christopher.

Something is wrong with Eddie.

Buck races to the Diaz house, Chris still on the line. He can hear thumping and smashing in the background along with the sounds of Eddie shouting. Chris sounds less panicked now that he knows Buck is on the way but he’s breathing heavily and his voice sounds wet from tears.

And then the background noises stop and Buck pushes his foot down harder on the accelerator. If the police try to pull him over they’ll have to wait, nothing is getting between him and his boys.

He pulls into the driveway behind Eddie’s truck and runs to the door. He doesn’t remember if he locked the Jeep or not but right now he doesn’t care, his only thoughts are Chris Eddie Chris Eddie Chris Eddie.

He finds Chris outside Eddie’s door, leaning against the wall with his phone held tightly in his hand. Buck reassures Chris that he’s here and that he’s going to help his dad before sending Chris to his room incase whatever is behind Eddie’s door is something a child should never have to witness.

Buck’s tried to avoid thinking it, but ever since the noises suddenly stopped, dread has been seeping into his bones, intertwining with his marrow and leaving him feeling heavy. He knows Eddie doesn’t own a gun and he heard no gunshots, but there are other ways to kill yourself and Buck doesn’t want Chris to see his father like that if Eddie has taken his own life. Buck doesn’t want to see Eddie like that either, but he has to get into the room. Right now it’s like Schrödinger’s cat, Eddie being the cat.

No pressure tagging: @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @callmenewbie @jeeyuns @athenagranted @exhuastedpigeon @rainbow-nerdss @fiona-fififi @rewritetheending @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @princessfbi @sibylsleaves @devirnis @lover-of-mine @jesuisici33 @ladydorian05 @honestlydarkprincess @loserdiaz @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @captain-hen @steadfastsaturnsrings @try-set-me-on-fire @nmcggg @mellaithwen and anyone else who wants to share something ☺️

[sannylity]

Coffee Shop AU for Slimeriana.

Mariana is a hardworking barista. With a disgruntled boss and a lazy co-worker, he has developed the patience to deal with bad customers and busy days. He doesn’t take shit from nobody, even if that someone is a pretty face.

A new customer. Full-fledged American who has troubles pronouncing his orders and despite the fact that he also wears glasses, he seems to still squint his eyes just to read the menu.

His name is Charlie. He’s cute but he’s holding up the line. The customer doesn’t even have to order in Spanish, there’s literally a translation below the menu items and Mariana lets him know.

Still, it’s like he didn’t hear because he’s still trying to order in Spanish and butchering every word. Any other day, Mariana would’ve found it endearing, but he had other customers and this pendejo orders the most complicated drink known to mankind.

AND HE KEEPS COMING BACK.

The most annoying thing is not even how he holds up the line. It’s how he keeps changing his drink, always new and always too complicated to make. Sometimes he wants a cheesecake or some type of dessert. But Mariana can’t complain though, he could feel his manager’s glare on the back of his head if he even dared. Charlie tips a reasonable amount every time.

Mariana is practically helpless.

For weeks it’s torment. Weeks and weeks, he thought about begging his boss for a different shift countless of times before.

Until Charlie suddenly stopped showing up. Around 2:00 PM, every weekday, is his usual arrival. Not that Mariana anticipates him, he’s just a new regular. He knows all his regulars’ expected time. Of course.

But anyways, Charlie stopped showing up. A whole week of no two shots of espresso with two pumps of vanilla syrup and cold foam and cinnamon drizzle and any of that bullshit. A week of actually being able to keep a flow on his workstation but… There’s no random quips asking him how to say a certain Spanish word, no strange puns to make his eyes roll, no one occupying the isolated seat around the corner of the shop.

Mariana can almost convince himself that he hallucinated him this entire time until Charlie shows up again and Mariana is bracing himself for another complicated drink.

But Charlie only orders a simple cappuccino.

And he’s not alone.

Beside him is a taller man. Way taller than Mariana by significant inches, much to his mild annoyance. Then, he hears him speak and his voice, dulcet and smooth carries the words in such a pretty English accent. He calls himself Wilbur and Mariana suspected that Charlie is on a date.

Charlie was being all nervous and timid, it’s totally a first date!

Right before his shift ends, Mariana sees the pair stand up, ready to leave and probably go home together.

But when Wilbur walks up to him, it’s to his surprise to find him pulling an unwilling Charlie beside him.

“You’re Mariana, right? Can Charlie get your number? He’s been meaning to ask for it but he’s too much of a pussy to do it himself.”

Mariana has never been more confused in his life because he was 100% sure they were on a date. He was just about to say, until it suddenly makes sense in his head, like a jigsaw puzzle being completed, piece by piece.

“Is that why your drinks are… Your drinks, es demasiado difícil?” He asks him in disbelief.

Charlie has been working up the courage to ask for his number every time he walks up to order. He just wanted more time to be able to do it.

[kalifornia1025]

The Three Students Pt. 1 (SPOILERS)

Alright, pt.1 reaction notes let’s get started!

Ooooh okay, sneak peek at what's to come for Sherlock! Very interesting…

I knew I KNEW Archie was gonna be “in trouble” for this episode based on the patreon newsletter!! Honestly good on John for having a whole Sherlock-esque deduction monologue about Archie being guilty (unfortunately he’s rather wrong later on)

Oooh so that’s how they end up at Oxford! Because Sherlock was asked to be a speaker! Good for him

I so get the huge difference between speaking publicly because you have to vs getting really into talking about your special interest. Same Sherlock, I getcha.

‘Autistic man turns down offer to speak to room full of people’ ngl this is a MOOD (as an autistic woman myself!)

LESTRADE MENTION!! John is so right in saying Lestrade would be putting in a lot of work to let people like Sherlock (consulting detective - not a CERTIFIED one), himself (doctor from Swindon), and Mariana (accountant from Sociedad) legally take on serious criminal cases so it’s only fair Sherlock returns the favor for that. 

Sherlock, you framed the DOG for your crimes! You’re a good consulting detective but an unhinged criminal

John you’re SO SALTY over Spain’s victory in the Euros, YOU get over it!

‘Nerd alert’, ‘Got half a mind to give you a wedgie’ of course YOU’D be a bully jock John, why am I not surprised?

Cracked open a beer already? Played Madonna late into the night? John, are you okay??

Oop, Mariana lore? 

I weirdly find John’s little chuckle cute when he’s asking Mariana what she did

Mariana, you did WHAT?? John no, that was NOT a ‘goodun’!

JRR TOLKIEN MENTION!! Been a huge Lord of the Rings fan lately

John, you’re a little TOO excited about a pub being there…

‘Wankfest’? John you said that in the same sentence as Sherlock’s speech….the speech sounds fine for now but my gut’s telling me the final draft is gonna SUCK

‘Sherly sense’ John I both love and hate you for that

Okay but shoutout to Adam Jarrell for having a BLAST with that voice acting! I certainly found it delightful

And there it is! Sherlock, you will find yourself in the middle of a case ANYWHERE

I'll say this: I love how this podcast takes the classic acd cases and reinvents them to make them make more sense in the modern day setting! The irony of a mysterious crime being committed for a Criminology controlled assessment is perfect, and honestly a step up from the original being about a Greek exam.

Sherlock: “I will take on the case, you have my word that-“ Soames: “What about the speech?” Sherlock: “…I forgot about that”, Sherlock why do you do this to yourself?

Oh John…you’re gonna become a frat boy, aren’t you?

HE IS!! JOHN YOU MESSY PERSON (I still love you <3)

Drunk John calling Mariana ‘Mrs. Hudson’ is cute to me for some reason

VODKA?! Oh he was PARTYING partying. John, why do you do this to yourself??

Oh no, poor Sherlock’s nervous!

And that’s all for part one! I REALLY really like when the podcast reinvents classic cases to have it make more sense in regard to the realistic modern day circumstances like why they’re ACTUALLY there and what case coincidentally comes up for them to solve! Also guys…I’m kinda getting worried for John. Dude hasn’t been sleeping well in the last episodes and now the alcohol is becoming more frequent for him. Am I the only one on this??

[sandcobangevent]

Happy Birthday

By @anmaje and @ratinavan

“I’m sure he’ll be right down.” John loaded their dishes in the dishwasher and put an unused set away, while Mariana checked her purse again: Keys, wallet, phone. Passport, boarding pass, visa. Everything was in order.

“I’m not so sure about that. Your last case probably put him in a coma.” She chuckled.

“Not on your birthday.” He closed the latch, pushed a button and a low rumble washed through 221a. The morning had been beautiful, even with John’s slightly burnt pancakes, Mariana hoped the weather was as nice back home.

“Now, Archie, you be a good boy for me, hmm?” Mariana kissed the top of his head, leaving a faint, plum lipstick print.

“Now look what you’ve done! I still don’t get why you’re wearing all that to sit on a plane for three hours.” John crossed his arms and smiled warmly at her. She stood up and hugged him tight.

“It’s my birthday! I get to look nice,” she said. John squeezed her and let go.

“The nicest in all of economy.”

She hit him playfully.

“Sherlock! Last chance, mate!” John yelled up the stairs. And down came the great detective. He pattered down the seventeen steps in his dressing gown. Were you a stranger at 221b Baker Street, you might have thought him elegant as he floated down. John and Mariana knew better, but pretended not to have just seen their eyebagged friend fall down the stairs and stick the landing like a cat landing on all fours.

“Mrs. Hudson, about my hours on the time table-”

“I punched them in last night.”

“And the bill from my chemist?”

“Stammo sent me his colleague’s details days ago, Sherlock, it’s-”

“And when do you return?” He was exasperated. She smiled at him.

“In a week. Don’t miss me too much.” She wrapped her arms around him. He sighed contently.

“Imposible,” said he and let go. “Have a nice trip.”

“Thank you, guys. Take care, yeah? Adios!” She pulled her big suitcase behind her and the door closed.

John stood dumbfounded looking up at Sherlock. He couldn't believe it. He forgot. He forgot.

Sherlock stretched and yawned.

“I’m going back to bed, I would appreciate some quiet, if you are amenable.”

“Sure thing mate… you sure you’re not forgetting something?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dunno. Something important?”

“Watson, what on earth would I be-”

His face fell.

“Good God. You’re right.” The fallen expression shifted and cringed, his voice quiet. “Watson you’re right. Oh fuck.”

He sprang into action. Rushing upstairs, followed by John.

“She left in a car, judging by her amount of luggage. What car, what car, what car-”

“Sherlock, mate, calm down.” John entered 221b and was thrown his jacket.

“Put on your shoes!”

“What? No, just text her, or call her! She’ll understand, she knows-”

Sherlock was jumping on one foot, attempting to put on his coat and other shoe simultaneously.

“I will not abandon my duty as a friend.” He slipped on the shoe and finally stood tall over John. “Are you coming?”

There was still concern in the face of his friend, lines carved in his forehead accompanied by flittering eyes. John pulled on his jacket.

“I’m not riding in a bike basket again.”

“Bakerloo line to Paddington. Paddington to Heathrow. I’ll buy any ticket, and find her gate. Easy.” Sherlock ran down the steps to Baker Street station.

The morning sun shone down onto the platform through the big Victorian arches. John had little time to admire it as he tried to regain his breath.

“Phew, hah, God. Yeah, easy. Easy peasy.” He stood up, ignoring the trouble his bad leg might give him later.

They heard the train rumble.

“Right on cue! Come on Watson, this will indeed be easy peasy!”

“No! Nonono. NO!” Sherlock’s voice echoed on the platform. Paddington was a big place. A big stupid place where escalators and lifts were suddenly out of use. He kicked the air.

“It wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t- I hadn’t-!” He knew a thousand stares pierced him. He squeezed his eyes shut. Keeping the crowd out and tears away. Until a hand grasped his wrist, and another pulled his fingers from his palms.

“Sherlock. There’ll be another train. We’ll catch her, I promise.”

Grey eyes opened.

“You’re right...”

“...Let's go back to that kiosk and get her a damned gift.”

The flowers were nice, John thought. For a Sainsbury’s, anyways. Three colours of roses. Red, orange and yellow. He massaged his aching knee as best he could on the crammed carriage, he knew it would get like this. Sherlock sat beside him, staring out the window, but in a state of unrest. His leg bounced up and down, he was clicking his tongue and covering his ears, since the ear defenders were forgotten in their rush. The carriage was full of travellers, suitcases took up as much space as people and not one but two babies were crying. This was sensory hell, not only for Sherlock, for everyone involved.

“Don’t be mad at yourself.”

“I don’t wish to discuss it.”

“It happens to all of us! On my second tour I forgot to call on my mum’s birthday. She thought for sure I was dead. A superior had to tell me to call, because she had been shouting at him for 20-”

He was interrupted by an electronic voice that may have belonged to a woman once announcing their stop.

Sherlock shot out of his seat.

“Hello good sir! What a splendid day to travel. I will be needing the cheapest ticket you have in your system, please and thank you!” Sherlock smiled big. Too big. But the attendee behind the counter cared little.

“Only one?” She looked over his shoulder at John.

“Yes, only one, chop chop.” Sherlock kept smiling.

“Alright… I got a cancelled ticket to Manchester?”

“‘Course you got a cancelled ticket to Manchester.” John chuckled behind Sherlock and got his toes stepped on in turn.

“That will do, thank you,” Sherlock said while pulling out his card.

“I’ll just need to see your passport.”

Sherlock Holmes’ passport was nestled between his fingerprint kit and his small collection of stress balls in the left drawer of his desk in 221b Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes sat outside Heathrow airport on a bench with his head in his hands.

“Her plane hasn’t taken off yet. You can still call.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Watson.”

“Hear what? She won't be cross, mate-”

“I don’t want to hear your entirely unhelpful solutions!” The crestfallen detective snapped. He stared up at his friend, who stood in front of him with a bouquet of rumpled roses.

“I don’t want you to tell me how to apologise to my friend. I made a mess, and I’ll clean it how I like. I made the bed. I’ve sown the seeds. Karma’s a bitch and I…”

“... am one too?”

“Am a bad friend.” His head fell into his hands again, attempting to hide an unwelcome sob. John sat down and had an arm around his friend immediately.

“Hey now, Sherlock, that isn’t true.”

“Yes it is! You two are so damned considerate, and I can’t even retain a fucking birthdate!”

“Alright! Big words! You’re still wrong, though. I’ve never had a friend of mine even consider fucking with airport security just to say happy birthday. I’d call that pretty damn considerate.” John smiled at him, attempting to catch his eyes. Sherlock looked ahead instead.

“Do you see that man, Watson?” He nodded at a frustrated man shoving a duffle bag in his car trunk. John frowned.

“What about him?”

The man slammed the trunk and walked swiftly back towards the airport.

“He has forgotten something, he has just realised, you see? It has nothing to do with luggage, as he didn’t think a second about the bag. What might you assume about him?” Sherlock looked expectantly at John. He still had tears on his cheeks.

“He knows where he left it?” John tried.

“And there’s a chance of recovery, so it would be in a place inaccessible to the general public. He works here.” Sherlock sniffled and dried his cheek with his coat sleeve. He stood up, gaze transfixed on the car. John followed.

“I thought we were having a heart to heart here,” he said playfully. Sherlock’s head snapped to him and long arms wrapped awkwardly around him.

“We were. Thank you for your comfort.” Sherlock was hugged in return and discretely whipped his nose on John's shoulder.

“And what are we doing now?” Said John, pulling away with a grin on his face.

“Fucking with airport security. Obviously.”

“Just bringing this man through to a private room for a search, don’t mind me.” The wrinkled uniform was slightly too big on Sherlock, but no one noticed as he confidently showed John through crowds and doors they shouldn’t have been able to get through.

“I can’t believe this is working.”

“ Shush ! Don’t look so smug, you’re about to strip in front of a stranger, John.”

“Maybe the man I am pretending to be likes that.”

Sherlock laughed and led them towards Mariana’s gate.

Mariana sat close to the giant window overlooking the runways. She watched as the luggage cart pulled away from the plane, the bridge extended towards it, priority boarding lined up. She barely registered two sets of rushing footsteps in the hustle and bustle of the airport.

“Mariana!”

She turned around confused to two familiar men, one with flowers, the other in a terrible service uniform, both out of breath. She stood up.

“ What on earth are you doing here?! ” She tried to keep it down, but it was already too late. Sherlock pulled off the terrible cap that came with the terrible uniform with the manner of a man repenting his most heinous sins.

“I have come to seek amends, dear friend, amends in spite of my neglect, my carelessness, my failings.” He spoke clearly and with great feeling. Mariana wanted to sink through the floor.

“I am a difficult man, you know this, Watson knows this.”

“Hi Mari.” John grinned and waved. The roses he handed to Sherlock might have been nice at some point. A teenager was filming, her mother had her hand to her heart as Sherlock stepped closer to Mariana.

“Yet you have been dutiful, diligent, you have cared for me and my peculiarities, without protest. I owe you much more than I am able to give or say-”

“Especially cause security might come along any minute-”

“ Shush John! And to think that I couldn’t even remember to congratulate you on this most special day. I am so truly sorry, Mariana.” He stood before her and looked her in the eyes. She had never been so beet red in her life, yet as she looked into her friends eyes and saw nothing but remorse and guilt, she softened. He took her hand and placed the roses in it.

“I pray you might find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“ Oh he’s gonna pull out a ring!” “Mum! Shut up!”

Mariana laughed, bright and loud, what else are you supposed to do as your friend kneels, begging you for forgiveness in a stolen, and quite smelly, service uniform? John pointed at his watch, and then the gate. She looked down at Sherlock, his gaze was pointed straight down.

“You idiot, Sherlock Holmes, you great big fool. Of course I forgive you.” She put her hands on his cheeks so he would look at her. Now his eyes were hopeful.

“Really?”

“Yes I forgive you!” She shouted. A sigh of relief rushed through the crowd.

“Now say what you really came to say.” She pulled him up from the dirty floor. The crowd held their breath again.

“Say yes!” “Mu-um!”

“Well, Mariana Ametxazurra… Happy birthday.” Sherlock said. Mariana hugged him tight.

“What?!” “ Mum! Shut it!”

He held her in turn for a second before she wiggled free.

“Thank you, Sherlock, now run away you stupid drama queen. Come here John!” She waved him over to hug him goodbye.

“Have a safe flight, yeah?” He said.

“She doesn’t have much say in that.” Sherlock said, while pulling on the stolen cap again.

“No shit, mate, it’s an expression.”

“I know it’s an expression, a bloody stupid expression.”

“Yeah, well, it’s nice to hear-”

“Nice to hear? She’s probably thinking exactly what I-”

“Boys please! I have to go, and so do you. Go!” Mariana had gathered her things, and had her boarding pass in hand. The two men looked at each other and exchanged a nod.

“You’re right, Mrs. Hudson. Fare well, despite your helplessness as you lay your life in the hands of a person you’ve never met.”

John pushed Sherlock along. She waved at them and watched with utter adoration as security finally arrived.

Idiotas , she thought… Mis idiotas .

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[jhilsara]

I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 10

She’s sitting on her couch glaring at her phone like it's personally attacked her.

She’s trying to avoid calling him again, she’s frankly tired of it.

She’s biting at her nails, trying to do anything besides wait by her phone. The tv is on in the background but she’s not paying attention. The fear creeping in eats at her. Fear and anger. She sighs and reaches for her phone and swipes to her contacts. His name is right under the recent call log. Her thumb hovers over it, debating on calling Hobie again.

He has disappeared and it’s got her terrified.

He hasn’t shown at the pub in a few days. So, she decided to stop by his houseboat, which was empty. She’d say it doesn’t look like anything had been touched but she wouldn’t know. The place is chaotically organized and she isn't there enough to make a definitive statement on if it's been touched or not.

What really frightened her was that Spider-Man wasn’t out either. There had been a few incidents, petty crime stuff… but she knows Hobie, she knows when he patrols. He would have caught it.

She called him. Just to check in… that was three days ago.

Pacing her living room, her thumb still hovers over the call button, unsure if she should. She’s frustrated and tired. Her brow furrows as she stares down at her screen, her heart feeling tight.

She had spent the night before walking the streets and checking shitty little alleys. She was worried he might be dead in one, if she were to voice her fears. Just even thinking about it made her sick. She came up empty though. She doesn't know what's worse, finding him dead or not knowing if he's dead.

Her fear is replaced with anger as she stares down at her phone. If he wasn’t dead he better have an amazing excuse, because she was going to kill him.

She finally hits the call button, bouncing on her feet trying to diffuse the nervous tension in her body.

“I swear to god if this bloody bastard doesn’t pick up I’m going to ballistic…” she mutters to herself.

It sends her to voice mail.

“Absolute fucking prick.” She throws her phone down and walks off to her bedroom. “I can’t stay up another night wondering where he is!” She pulls at her hair and goes to lay on her bed.

Her weight falls onto the bed with a thud. She curls into herself, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, begging her brain to stop feeding her anxiety. She's been worrying herself sick for days. She doesn't remember the last real meal she ate, she hasn't felt this bad since her family dog ran off when she was ten. She cried and cried and cried for that dog. Hoping it would come back home, back to her. The dog never came back and all she got was scolded by her mother for still crying over the lost animal.

She squeezes her eyes shuts and prays to just fall asleep, anything was better than what was happening in her head. 

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

She groans at the consistent noise and tries to go back to sleep. She had finally passed out, but now this repetitive tapping was waking her up.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

She sits up and looks out her bedroom window, nothing. She flops back down and sighs shoving a pillow over her ears.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

She suddenly bolts up; the noise isn’t from her bedroom window. It’s her balcony.

“Absolutely not.” she groans to herself.

 She throws the blankets off her and rushes into the living room. She sees the familiar silhouette on her balcony.

She glares at the door, her face twisting in anger. She reaches for the lamp to turn on. Once the light floods her room, she sees him on her balcony. Her face sours even more upon seeing him. He has a faltering smile on his face as he looks at her. Waiting.

“Give me on good reason to let you in here.” She demands crossing her arms as she shoots him a look that’s says more than her words could. Her eyes are clouded as she glares daggers at him.

“C’mon MJ. Let me in, cold out here.” He attempts, voice muffled through the glass.

Her brows raise in irritation, “Don’t care. You literally disappeared on me for a week. So, unless your explanation is life altering, I don’t want to see your face.” She says walking away from her balcony doors.

She’s glad he isn’t dead, but now it’s just unfiltered boiling rage coursing through her body towards him.

“Mariana please…I can explain, promise.” He says pressing his forehead on the door. He pleads with his big brown eyes, that always make her want to scream. He looks like a lost dog.

She huffs in frustration and defeat, “Fucking prick, disappears for a week and gives me those stupid puppy dog eyes and I just give in…” she mumbles chastising herself.

She flings the door open and steps back. She crosses her arms and looks at him, waiting.

He stumbles in behind her, surprised he actually made it this far. His eyes slowly look over her, taking in her appearance.

She’s in her pajamas, hair messy from sleep. She has dark circles under his eyes and he can see she’s been biting her nails. He notices how her hands dig into her own arms as they lay crossed over her chest. She’s guarding herself, protecting herself from him.

He realizes, as he looks her over, she’s been worried over him. Desperately so.

He sighs and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath before speaking, “Don’t have a good excuse for my disappearing act…”

She scoffs and turns away from him, “Course you don’t.” she whispers bitterly.

“Hey, listen,” He goes to touch her shoulder but she recoils from his touch. His hand lowers, shaking. He pulls back to himself.

“I was trying to avoid you okay?” he tells her honestly.

Her head whips up to look at him in almost confused betrayal. She doesn’t say anything, the silence acting as enough of an answer for him.

“Can’t do this,” He says running his hands over his face, “I don’t keep people around…” He starts. “Connecting with people isn’t my thing, I like being alone mostly… they don’t stick around like you.” He mutters looking at her.

 “So, what? You, you just cut me off? Cause you’re afraid?” she accuses voice rising.  “What about your band and those photos? Are they not your friends?” she adds in confusion.

“Yeah, they are,” He sighs, his shoulders dropping. “It’s different with you… no one’s stuck around the way you have and I ran.”  He tells her. Owning up what he did. He looks at her trying to get what he needs to say out. It feels like his throats swollen, filled with unspoken words that are too big and too important to get out.

“You came to tell me you’re afraid of intimacy after disappearing for a week… I figured that out on my own, thanks.” She says unimpressed.

She scoffs at where this conversation is going, she’s in disbelief. She doesn't want to hear anymore, it hurts too much.

“Not why I’m here MJ.” He says shaking his head.

“Please enlighten me, because I’m lost!” She says looking up at him. Her eyes are glossy and her voice is cracking, “I don’t know what is going on with you and I’m mad at you Hobie. I don’t want to be but I am.” She tells him her hands turning to fists at her side as they tremble. 

“M’not good at this…” He mutters, “Can I be honest?” he asks, voice ever so quiet. 

“Yes, that’s all I’m asking.” She replies looking lost. 

“I can’t lose you and that terrifies me alright? What happens if you’re with me and you die?” he asks voice shaking a little. “Can’t have that alright? You’re too important to me… Thought if I left it’d be easier on you.” He admits.

Her hearts racing, she knows what he means, but it doesn’t sit right in her stomach.

“You’re a real selfish dickhead you know that?” she says, her voice small as she looks up at him. “I don’t know what we’re doing Hobie, but I know I don’t want to lose you either.” She says exasperatedly.

She turns her head away from him looking down at her own feet, “I have messed up a lot of relationships okay…All I have is the people at the pub, my dad, and.. and you.” She says frustratedly.

Her arms come up and wrap around herself tightly. Trying to comfort herself the best she can.

“And to be honest… I prefer you to the lot at the pub.” She says with a dry, choked, laugh. She can feel her eyes really start to well up and she tries to stop herself. The last thing she wants to do is cry.

He reaches out hesitantly for her, she doesn’t recoil from his touch this time. He gently pulls her into a hug. She doesn’t return it, but she doesn’t push him away either.

He tucks her under his head, his chin resting on her.  

“Fucked up…” He mumbles lowly, “How do I fix this?” he asks her softly.

“You can’t just disappear on me…” Her voice breaks, almost into a sob but she holds herself back. “I thought you were dead in some alley.” She murmurs into his chest wrapping her arms slowly around him. Holding him tightly, her hands clinging onto him.

He rubs soothing circles into her back, “Can’t get rid of me that easily, promise.” He chuckles softly.

She scoffs a bit, “Says the guy crawling in my window needing to be stitched up every other week.”

The air around them isn’t filled with the same tense energy as before. They’re easing back into themselves, their routine. She enjoys the comfort of his large hands on her back and how she fits into the crook of his neck.

He enjoys her warmth, how it feels when she holds onto him. He didn't realize how much he missed it until it was gone. Even if it was just for a few days. 

He gives a genuine laugh at her words, it’s deep and shakes her body with him, “That was only a couple times, c’mon give me some credit here?” He says pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I don’t know what you did before me, can’t imagine you stitching yourself up.” She says gently.

He scoffs, “I’m a great nurse! Wrapped your ankle pretty well.” He says haughtily.

She snorts and looks up at him, “Uh-huh, and how many times have you patched yourself up since I started to?”

He makes a face and rolls his eyes at her, “What? Want me to go find another pretty girls’ balcony to patch me up instead? Ya sick of me, that it?” he teases her.

She laughs softly at that, “What like a tom cat? You a stray now?” She asks cocking her head to the side. 

He makes a face of mild distaste, “Good to know I’m just a stray cat luv, gotta keep my ego in check.”

“What, you don’t like that? Do you want to be domesticated instead?” she teases with a grin.

“Okay you’re just takin’ the piss now.” He mutters in fake irritation.

She just giggles, but once that dies down they’re both staring into each other’s eyes. The silence almost too loud between them. He moves his hand to cup her face, his eyes taking in her every feature.

“Can’t lose you… it’s dangerous being around me.” He says seriously, brows furrowed.

She shakes her head, “It’s worth it to be with you.” She says softly.

He feels her chipping away at his heart, carving her little hole for herself to sit in.

He presses a kiss to her forehead and pulls her against him tightly, her hands returning the gesture. Holding onto him, digging her nails into him, like she’s afraid he’ll disappear again.

“I…” He opens his mouth to tell her something, but loses his voice. It cracks and makes him wish he could just tell her.

“It’s okay.” She says softly. “We don’t, we don’t need to do that right now.”

He sighs and pulls back to look at her, “I want to try whatever it is, that we’re doing.”

She nods her head in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “A different conversation, not tonight.” She holds his face in her hands.

Her eyes flicker down, her face burning for a moment, “Can you stay tonight… with me?” she asks a little embarrassed.

He grins and gives a soft chuckle, “Yeah I can. Not going anywhere.” He gently reminds her.

She grins at him and moves to grab his hand and pull him to her bedroom. “Good.”

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[pliablehead]

i asked @hellkitepriest their top 5 jonathan higgs vocals and now I've been asked to reciprocate and of course I will

leave the engine room. i. you're speaking to tumblr user (and twitter and geniuslyrics and twitch.tv and--) pliablehead, and this song is so stupidly important to my whole. T h i n g, and jon's vocal on it, specifically the original vanilla man alive album version, is 99% why. if I'm ever not deeply and cripplingly obsessed with the stupid artful nuance and deliberate decisions he makes flipping back and forth between chest voice and head voice/falsetto on this track then you will know it is because I have been taken over by body snatchers. (he doesn't quiiitte do it like this anymore though because he's a Different Performer Now and i respect that things have changed and i'm alo--) but like any and every version that exists he sings "walking hope" slightly differently and every single time it makes me want to SCREAM

good shot good soldier!!!!!!!!!!! here's a certified Pli Hot Take is that I think AFD is the album on which his vocals sound the most beautiful and exquisite as a whole. idk what was cooking in the studio but just every track hits so good, and good shot....... the bit where the music drops out and it's Just Him Singing and he's just SOARING up there.... put me in the ground . i have a video of him doing this Live In Front Of My Face and I still get chills watching it aaaaaaAAAAA

on that note: i'm also going to pick Desire. I think, of his Big Loud Yelling Songs, in his classic jonathan milieu of "i'm going to sing as high and loud as i possibly can because I think it sounds fucking cool," that Desire like,, exemplifies the successful execution of that as a concept. and he sounds so fucking good and I love the shit out of it. and obviously it's not sustainable at length live, and i definitely never saw him do it live as well as he hits it on the album in the 3 afd tour shows i caught, but man. can I tELL YOU THAT I'M EEEMMMPTTYYYYY

what C said about software greatman is genuinely how I Also Feel about software greatman it's just such a fucking good tune and all the choices he's making are so good and it does feel like a bit disingenuous because a lot of what Makes It is the production side but it's also. fucking good. as much as I think AFD wins best overall there are some CHOICE little moments scattered all across RDF that are stellar on their ownnnn and if jennifer on the album hit half as hard as jennifer live does it would be appearing on this list as well for sure

i have sooooaur many more that i could pick....,oughhh i'm so vocalist-pilled.....,,, ok can I give 5th place to a tie between your money my summer (Current Jon Vocal Decisions Era and it's soooo fucking stupid and sexy good live i encourage you to find legit any live version he does some truly heinous things) and the No.6 orchestral version of The Mariana because there is literally nothing so fucking satisfying as Jonathan Higgs reaching out for an extraordinary high note and just absolutely sticking the landing as if it's nothing. my dude. never imply that you're not actually a good singer ever again or I'll kill you <3