#that hair was crazy he had it for so long he looks like a cockatoo

[atthebell]

cellbit (in 2022) talking about himself in 2014 (when he originally played alien: isolation)

[ashdreams2023]

could u write mobius x reader with a cockatoo? I wanna see the chaos of this type of bird meeting him lmao

Oh! Been so long since I wrote for him! Yes of course

New friend

"Oh you actually came!" You exclaimed softly as you saw the familiar face of your older partner outside your flat.

"You know I thought of dropping by after drowning in paperwork for three hours" he let himself in and took his shoes off.

You chuckled closing the door behind him "No on the field work today I’m assuming"

"Nope" he clicked his tongue looking around your simple flat, he could smell the scent of coffee being made and could hear the sound of your tv playing a movie in the small living room.

"Come in, did you eat anything? I have casserole  leftovers"

He takes a seat on your sofa and shakes his head "No but I’ll kill for a cup of that coffee I’m smelling"

"Be right back! Make yourself comfortable" you said before disappearing to the kitchen and leaving him alone.

He looked around, the placed was full of personality, your favorite colors popping up occasionally throughout his sighting of the room, there were a few photos he saw hanging on the wall, you looked much younger and different from the person he knows today.

It was when he noticed a small ball on the coffee table that he was startled from a strange sound of a crying baby.

He looked around for the source of the sound and felt confused, your flat is from what he heard was for singles only, there couldn’t be families in the building and you sure as hell don’t have any kids…or do you?

Then sound disappeared for a few seconds then he heard a loud barking sound, mobius stood up at that point with a frown on his face, you never mentioned having a dog and the sound was right in the room, it wasn’t from outside.

"Hey why are you standing? Don’t tell me something came up at the tva" You walked into the room holding a small tray with two coffee mugs.

"No i…you didn’t tell me you had a dog, I’m not against animals believe me" he rubbed the back of his neck.

You blinked then made a face before looking up at the ceiling and screaming "Tintin! What have I told about scaring people?!" Mobius was puzzled until he saw something flying down and it landing on the top of his head.

"What that?-" he glanced up and blinked at the big bird standing on his head so comfortably.

"Tintin! God I’m so sorry, this is Tintin and he finds it funny to mess around with any guests I have, even though i scolded him about it a hundred times"

"No no no!" The bird started saying then mimicked the cry of a baby again.

Mobius sighed and smiled gently finding it the feathery bird amusing "So you’re the one who’s been making think I’m crazy"

The bird looked down at him then moved his head around between Möbius’s hair and made himself comfortable.

"Ok now that’s not what I meant by getting comfortable and I wasn’t talking to you little mister" You gave the bird a pointed stared but he didn’t seem to care.

"Does he poop on strangers heads?.." the older agent found himself asking.

You shook your head "Thankfully he knows better or else he’ll stay in his cage longer than he’ll appreciate"

Eventually the bird climbed down from his head and stood on his shoulder, his white feathers tickling Möbius’s cheek every once in a while and demanding the man feed him crackers.

"Looks like you made a new friend" you giggled at the two.

Mobius chuckled while scratching the back of the bird’s head "maybe…an interesting friendship it seems"

[writerlyhabits]

#4 from the otp drabble list with reader x tenth doctor please

This is definitely a shorter piece for me, but I guess it fits the standard for drabbles 😅 I’m sorry I took so long to put this one out! I got carried away with the idea of creating an entire episode around this one prompt, but I realized that it would take me much longer to finish it than I wanted 😂 So instead I took the ideas from that episode and just summarized them a bit to give you the end where our reader gets whisked away by the Doctor (which is the best part 😜) I hope you enjoy this!!

4: “Did you just hiss at me?” “Are you judging me?” (I changed it a little )

For the first time in the last few hours, you felt like you could finally take a breath. Today was officially the weirdest day you’d ever had.

It started out as a normal day at work, and since then you had found out that your boss was an evil alien, a man with the hair of a cockatoo was a kinder alien who helped save the day, and a handful of your coworkers seemed to be good in a crisis. Except for the guy from accounting, who got eaten because he thought taunting your former boss was a good idea, and you weren’t sure you had quite processed that yet.

Your little team stood outside the building in the chilly night air, headed home after a long day at work, grabbing a paper on their way to start looking for a new job. One with human for a boss, and who isn’t planning to destroy the planet. You hesitated a moment, looking up at the building, wondering what was going to happen to it next. However, when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you found the alien with gravity defying hair smiling in your direction. He turned to walk around the corner of the building, and you couldn’t help but follow him.

He approached a big blue wooden police box, one that you knew was never there before. He turned to face you as he leaned up against it, looking amused.

“So, The Doctor, now that we’ve found you out to be alien, what’s your actual name?”

“The Doctor,” he smiled.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” he nodded, very matter of factor. You couldn’t help but grin at him. Everything about this man baffled you, but he seemed to make it work.

“Alright then... so what brought you here? You were just passing by and decided Earth would be a good stop?”

“Is this an interview?” He laughed nervously. “Yeah, I like Earth. I like humans, I pass through here a lot, if that’s what you like to call it.”

“You like humans?”

“I love ‘em.”

“That makes one of us.” He cocked an eyebrow at you as if to ask more. “I don’t hate them or anything... I’m just not a big fan of people in general. I just like to get away from everyone sometimes, not have to bother with people I don’t like. But you know, that doesn’t exactly leave you with a ton of friends, so what do I know.” The Doctor nodded in understanding, looking away from you.

“Oh trust me, I know the feeling.” He was still smiling, but it fell the slightest bit, and there was a different look in his eyes, as if he was remembering someone. “I’ve had a couple friends in the past, but with the way I live you uh...” he paused for a moment before taking a breath and looking back at you. “You tend to loose a few people along the way. They want to go home, or they forget you... go to a different universe.” You couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be funny or not, so you didn’t react.

“And how do you live?” You asked after a few moments. This seemed to be the right question, because the Doctor’s eyes lit up.

“Like this. What we did today, I do almost every day.”

“You’re kidding,” you deadpanned. He shook his head, his smile growing. “So what happened today was nothing new to you? Just another day at the office?”

“Well, not everything. Your trick with the pipes was new, I’ve never seen that before. I was impressed until you started yelling at me!”

“I didn’t know what you were doing! Did you hiss at me at one point?” You laughed.

“Are you judging me?”

“You’re literally the weirdest person I’ve ever met,” you giggled.

“I travel from place to place, planet to planet. All of space and time doing whatever I want, minding my own business. For the most part, I mean, I don’t try to get into trouble, it usually finds me,” the Doctor admitted. He paused a little, thinking about something. “And you were pretty great today, I could use your help. If you wanted to come with me?”

You looked at him, asking if you wanted to travel through the universe with him, on crazy adventures... and you honestly didn’t know what to say. How could you? It’s not like you ever planned to be whisked away by an alien, it never seemed possible. Hell, you didn’t even know aliens really existed until today.

But there was something about him, about all of this, that was seriously tempting. The Doctor was kind and goofy, he was welcoming and had such a warm smile. It complimented his gravity defying hair. But there was a sharpness to him as well, in his features and his actions. He was the biggest mystery you’d ever encountered all wrapped up in a blue suit and trench coat, and something inside you was desperate to figure him out.

But you were rational. So you compromised with yourself.

“Let’s day I was interested... where would you take me?”

The Doctor beamed.

“Anywhere you want. All of time and space, at your disposal. We could go see the glittering mountains on planet Hyllfongwoe, pay Amelia Earhart a visit, go to a New Earth festival-“

“There’s a New Earth?”

“Centuries into your future!” The Doctor paused, his smile as big as ever. He tried to contain himself a little as he pushed on the door of the police box.

Your jaw hit the floor.

“How in the hell...” you muttered as you watch the Doctor walk all the way inside, throwing his trench coat aside and resting cross armed against the object in the middle. You glanced around the edges of the box, approaching it to see what kind of optical illusion this was. But there wasn’t one... you put your hand against the wood of the side, as you reached your other hand inside the door to where your other hand should have been.

The Doctor was watching you with wild interest. This was definitely a new reaction... He watched as you giddily looked between one hand and the other, before standing in the door frame.

“It’s bigger on the inside!” You exclaimed, ecstatic. There it was.

“Yes it is,” he smiled. “Are you gonna come in? New Earth is waiting for you.” Your face lit up, and you hurriedly joined him at the console.

The Doctor moved to lush a few buttons and flip a few switches before he stopped back in front of you, a wildly excited expression on his face, gripping the console. He smiled, putting his other hand on one of the levers in front of you.

“Hold on tight!”

[oldmilfenjoyer]

wholesome time. tma cat vs dog people.

also idk shit about dog breeds, i listed some specific dog breeds. however FUCK breeders.

Georgie: 100% cat person. Anything that enjoys being carried around in a baby sling.

Jon: BIG fan of long hair cats. SOMFT. Also orange cats and maine coons. LOTS OF SOMFT.

Sahsa: loves absurdly large dogs. has a great dane and No personal space.

Tim: Does Not Like Dogs, especially big ones. however, Danny and Sasha were both big dog / sleeping with big dog people so he knows how to deal. really likes cats tho, the Chonkier the Better. prefers short hair cats bc unlike Jon he’s realistic abt his grooming abilities.

Martin: f r e n c h. b u l l d o g. wishes he had one and would run an instagram account for it (he’s probably allergic to dogs 😔). knits tiny sweaters for puppies in his free time.

Gerry: always wanted super fluffy squashy faced white cats. the white fur would ruin all black clothes, furniture, Leitners, etc and he would’ve love it. he also would’ve gotten SO many professional portraits done of his cats.

Melanie: Edgy Black Cats she’s a Ghost Hunter.

Basira: definitive dog person, but smaller/medium active dogs. loves corgis with tails.

Daisy: also definitive dog person, and also smaller/medium active dogs. more of a fan of bull terriers because Snout Funny Looks Like Himb Bee Sting.

Elias: didn’t care until the trend of weird shaky lap dogs that fit in bags. goal is to brunch with a chinese crested dog wearing pig tails and cheetah print. rip the waiter that has to serve him and his dog. 

Peter: blah blah blah the lonely blah he has sphynx cats.

Leitner: he’s a retrievers and labs type of bastard.

Gertrude: MANX CATS. manx cats are WILD.

Adelard: I can only imagine him having birds. cockatoos.

Jude: she’s a lesbian so probably cats. she’s a wax lesbian so Definitely sphynx cats.

Agnes: Jude is lowkey freaked out by big dogs but Agnes was a fan of big, drool-y dogs. the more drool the better. must have jowls. like an english mastiff type of big, drool-y, saggy dog. the whole cult would’ve been like hell no.

Michael: sphynx cats again they are Weird.

Helen: WEIRD DOG. either mop dog komondors or russian grandma borzois. 

Jane: bug

Jared: as if show dog competitions aren’t flesh aligned. he has fifteen award-winning Very Luxurious maltese dogs.

Mike: has used the vast for playing frisbee. australian shepherd kind of dude.

Simon: crazy old cat grandpa who has also used the vast for playing (but with the laser pointer). fucks HARD with bubble backpacks.

Oliver: ;aksjdf;laksjdf weird dogs but chunky. I want him to have a shar pei. sounds like Sharpay and looks Wild.

Annabelle: also sphynx cats. in a lot of sphynx cat fb groups where she makes a lot of memes.

Manuela: surprisingly dogs. must be black bc aesthetic. briard sounds pretentious and edgy. also so much hair they have No Eyes.

Julia and Trevor: dogs because hunt, definitely have like two bonded active dogs that love to chase shit. fox terriers? they are funky looking.

Mikaele: you know cats that swim. yes.

[anniebibananie]

gendrya "im positive there's an evil ghost living in my apartment but i am too proud to admit that i'm scared and hey for totally unrelated reasons will you please stay the night" au

Gendry leaned back into the couch, hands over his stomach as he groaned at the amount of pizza he’d just consumed. Arya had invited him over with the promise of it—both his favorite kind and she had bought it without complaint. Now that he thought about it, there was something off about that. 

“Hey,” he called to her as she grabbed a beer from the fridge in the other room. She appeared in the doorway, tossing one to him despite the fact that it was a glass bottle and dangerous. Good thing he could catch. “Why’d you lure me over to your apartment?” 

She took an innocent sip of her beer. Perhaps too innocent in Gendry’s opinion. “What do you mean?” 

“When was the last time you didn’t fight me to go exactly 50/50 for the pizza? Or complain about how much of your beer I drink so I should have to cover the food?” 

“I’m being nice, Gendry,” Arya said with a shrug as she came back to the couch and quite literally fell into it. How she didn’t spill her drink as she did so he had no idea. “It’s not that out of character for me.” 

Except it sort of was, though he meant it in the kindest way possible. Arya was sharp and funny. She’d fight to protect the ones she loved, and she could at times be goofy as all hell, and a lot of other things that were absolutely wonderful because they were her. Nice, though? Outright without complaint? Nah, not really. 

He kicked her calf with his foot, arching a brow as she looked over at him. “Out with it.” 

She shrugged, back up on her feet again as she grabbed the plates to put in the sink. He picked up the empty pizza box and followed. If she was cleaning the apartment willingly, she truly must be ignoring something. 

“I thought we could do a sleepover, you know? Movie marathon or something. It’s been a bit.” The dishes clashed against the sink as she dropped them in. 

Gendry stood beside her, and when she turned around he was struck by how close she was. In her oversized rugby jersey and athletic shorts, hair in two dual plaits, she looked casual and beautiful. She always looked beautiful. It was sort of a problem for him. 

“Arya,” he said, a little softer than before. It was fun teasing her, but he was worried there was something genuinely up, and he only liked to play with her to a point. If she needed him actually, he needed her to know she always had him. 

She leveled her gaze at him, jaw tilted up in a way that said I dare you to test me. “I think we should run a ghost hunt in my bedroom.” 

His brow scrunched together. “Is that… a euphemism?” 

She paused, rolled her eyes, and turned away from him to go down the hall. “Oh my god.” 

“Hey!” he called as he followed her. 

She was in her bedroom, and when he entered behind her she pointed to the corner by the window on the opposite side. “There,” she said. “Around midnight every night there’s this… clacking and then a like woosh and I’m pretty sure it’s a vengeful spirit.” 

“Vengeful?” 

She nodded. “Don’t you remember my upstairs neighbor? The angry old dude with the cockatoo?” 

“Yeah, he always scoffed when he’d pass me in your lobby for no reason. Real weird eyebrows.” 

“He died right upstairs all alone,” she said as she pursed her lips, determined. “I think he’s haunting me because of the one time I had a party and kept him up.”

“Arya….” He tilted his head to the side, trying not to belittle her. She kept her jaw tight. “Okay,” he said as he sat down on her bed. “Let’s watch a movie until midnight.” 

The side of her lips twitched, but she kept her mouth even. “Okay.” 

__

The timer on his phone blared through the room, and he watched as Arya snapped her hand to the space bar of her laptop so they could pause. She sat up in her bed, the jersey scrunching up higher on her thighs. He’d never noticed the oblong mole on her left leg, and he could have stared at the shape of it forever, but Arya was clearing her throat and he looked up to meet her gaze guiltily. 

She widened her eyes. “Listen,” she said. 

For a minute there was nothing but silence and the two of them watching the corner of the room with an intensity that sort of made Gendry feel like a crazy person. Then there actually was a clacking. 

“See!” she said, jolting in the bed a little and reaching to her side to slap his arm excitedly. She froze, the joy replaced by what he assumed to be fear. 

Gendry wouldn’t say he’s smart, okay? He was aware of his talents, and it wasn’t necessarily one of them, but he was pretty sure he knew there were no such thing as ghosts. He stood up and tried to locate the sound, and it was coming from the walls but it was also coming from outside. 

He opened up her window and leaned out over the ledge. When he pulled his body back in, he turned to Arya and nodded solemnly. “I have news.” 

“Is it that cranky upstairs neighbor’s non-corporeal form is outside that window, and he’s probably going to murder me?” 

“Tis not,” he replied. “In fact, you do not have a ghost.” 

The clacking sound stopped as he finished the phrase, and her eyes widened. “The ghost didn’t like that.” 

“Arya,” he released with a chuckle. “It’s a loose wire on the side of the building.” 

Her eyebrows scrunched together comically. “No.” She hopped up and slid her body through the half-open window, going so far Gendry got sort of worried and grabbed onto her waist to keep her from completely falling over the edge. “Okay, but why does it go only at midnight?” she asked as she came back into the room. She crossed her arms. “How do you explain that?” 

“The train,” he said. “The freight train, only goes by middle of the day while you’re at work and midnight. Probably shakes the building” 

For a second, she paused. Then her arms fell to the side, and she released a sigh. “I mean, I guess that’s a good thing.” She bit her bottom lip, and his eyes caught on it for too long, but she didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she just didn’t care. “Can you still stay over?” 

“‘Cause you’re scared?” he asked, not believing the words. 

She rolled her eyes. “Because I want you to.” 

Gendry couldn’t help the ridiculous smile that took over his face, but when she smiled back at him he wasn’t too worried it was a problem. “Sure.” 

“Sweet,” she said as she kicked off her shorts and jumped back into bed. 

He did not freak out about a quarter-naked Arya. 

She raised a brow in challenge, waiting for him to get on his half of the bed. “So… are we going to run a ghost hunt now?” She waggled her brows at him. “I mean it as a euphemism this time.” 

“I honestly don’t know what it could mean as a euphemism.” He tossed off his sweats, though, and slid into bed next to her. 

“What if I show you?” she asked, only the barest touches of joking left in her voice. 

“Okay,” he replied, keeping his cool as best as he could, but really not at all. He was pretty sure Arya Stark was propositioning him after he had proven there wasn’t a ghost haunting her bedroom, and it was so weird as in their lives were so weird and he loved her so much. 

So, he dipped forward and kissed her, and she kissed him back. The only thing he would be haunted by was the taste of her lips and the smell of her hair for the rest of his life… no big deal. He was oddly okay with that. 

[bronzeflower]

Freckles from Guardian Angels

Also on ao3

Chapter 6: The Confession

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“Now, this is going to sound like a weird question,” Hizashi started. It had been a while since he had befriended Shouta, and he was burning with an insurmountable curiosity. “But hear me out.”

“Alright, I’ll bite. What is it?”

“Do you believe in angels? Specifically, guardian angels?”

“I guess,” Shouta ignored the fact that Present Mic was right there, floating beside him. “Why?”

“When I was born, my mothers’ told me that an angel had shown up and kissed me, which is why I have so many freckles.”

“You weren’t born with them?”

“No, Mom said I barely even had a birthmark!” Hizashi laughed. “But I wanted to ask you something else. It’s an even weirder question.”

“Weirder than asking me if I believe in angels?”

“Yeah, much weirder.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you have a guardian angel?” Hizashi asked. “Do they have two sets of wings? Do they float around and talk to you and give you advice and kiss your wounds, but no one else can see, touch, or hear them? Except at seemingly random times?”

“That’s...certainly a strangely specific question,” Shouta glanced towards Present Mic, a movement that Hizashi caught but didn’t mention. “With a lot of oddly specific details.”

“And your answer?” Hizashi pressed.

“...Do <i>you</i> have a guardian angel?” Shouta whispered.

“I told you that I did!”

“I know, but you worded it differently. Like you had only heard about them from your mom. When you asked me, it was about being able to see your guardian angel for the entirety of your life. Do you have a guardian angel like that?”

“...I do,” Hizashi admitted. “I know it sounds crazy, so I don’t talk about it, but I thought you also had one, so I wouldn’t sound insane. I mean, if you don’t, that’s okay, but please, please, please don’t go to, like, the principal or something telling him that I have hallucinations! I already have enough people telling me I shouldn’t be a hero because of my ADHD, I don’t need something else on top of that!”

“Hizashi,” Shouta said as gently as he could manage, and Hizashi froze in his rambling, close to the brink of tears. “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“No?”

“I, I do have a guardian angel too. Like what you described,” Shouta looked off to the side. “I didn’t know there was anyone else with one.”

“Yeah, it’s not really something people talk about all the time. And the times when people did see them, they all freaked out, so it was easy to conclude that this whole guardian angel thing wasn’t exactly common.”

Shouta nodded. They sat in silence for a moment before Hizashi broke it.

“So what does your’s look like?” Hizashi questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, mine has long messy black hair and wears a jumpsuit, and has two sets of wings filled with stars,” Hizashi described. “I don’t know if your’s looks the same.”

“No, mine has blond hair that makes him look like a cockatoo, and his wings are filled with sunlight.”

“So they’re kind of like opposites, right?” Hizashi laughed.

“What’s kind of like opposites?” Present Mic asked, and Shouta was suddenly aware of the fact that they had been whispering the entire conversation so that their respective guardian angels wouldn’t hear. “And what have you guys been whispering about even? You’re gonna make a guy feel out of touch, ya dig?”

“His guardian angel is the opposite of you,” Shouta answered, and Present Mic did a double-take.

“What did he ask?” Hizashi questioned.

“He wanted to know what we were whispering about.”

“And you just told him that we were talking about him!?” Hizashi asked, agasp. “Shouta! You have to have more tact than <i>that</i>!”

“It’s not like they weren’t going to find out that we were talking about them.”

“Still!”

“Do you have anything to say about this situation, Present Mic?” Shouta asked, and Hizashi looked confused as Present Mic answered.

“I’m surprised it took the two of you so long to have this conversation!”

“We took a perfectly reasonable amount of time to have this conversation,” Shouta insisted.

“Did you just call him Present Mic? As in, my hero name?” Hizashi questioned. Shouta shrugged.

“I don’t know if it’s <i>your</i> hero name, but that’s what my guardian angel asked me to call him. What about you? What do you call your guardian angel?”

“...Eraserhead.”

“That’s the name you gave me,” Shouta deadpanned. “You based my hero name off of your own guardian angel?”

“Well, when you put it that way, it sounds kind of ridiculous, but you’re an angel too, so it fits.”

Both Hizashi and Shouta’s faces went up in flames, Shouta’s due to the compliment, and Hizashi due to realizing what he had just said.

“I mean! Obviously not a literal one, but you’re so nice and sweet and kind even though you’re kind of grumpy all the time, and you work really hard, and I know you’re going to become an absolutely amazing hero and grknmzd -” Hizashi was cut off due to Shouta covering his mouth with his hand.

“Stop,” Shouta ordered, his face even redder than before. “And you’re the only one who thinks all that.”

“Well, I know you best!” Hizashi declared once Shouta removed his hand.

“You’re just biased.”

“Maybe, but that’s only because I like you.”

“...What?” Shouta’s eyes widened in surprise, and Hizashi’s face slowly turned a bright red.

“I, I, I -” Hizashi stammered, suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that he had basically just confessed his feelings for Shouta. “I like you, like, a lot.”

Hizashi wasn’t looking at Shouta. In fact, he was looking everywhere but Shouta, which probably wasn’t exactly great because it was hard to hear what Shouta said in response because Hizashi couldn’t read his lips.

“Hizashi,” Shouta forced Hizashi to actually look at him, and Hizashi stared in disbelief as Shouta’s mouth moved. “I like you, too.”

“What?” Now it was Hizashi’s turn to be surprised, and he became even more flustered as Shouta repeated his words in sign language so as not to be mistaken again.

Hizashi felt the glee burn up into his throat as he threw himself towards Shouta in a hug.

“I’m so happy you like me back!”

Shouta could only hug back as Present Mic offered his a double thumbs up.

[boymeetsweevil]

Another draft because FS is taking too long

Title: two wrongs don’t make a right (so what do two douchebags and a dweeb make?)

Douche/fuck boy Jimin and Jin, weirdo!OC

Jimin waits until the girl’s tiny frame disappears down the hallway in a blur of overly familiar stained sweats before turning to stare down a very sheepish looking Jin.

“You can’t tell anyone about this, got it?” He rakes a hand through his hair, mussing it and making him resemble a cockatoo.

“Dude, relax. I get it, you have a rep to maintain. Everyone ventures outside their type for a first time.”

Jin winces. He knows he’s known for being incredibly picky—only ever sleeping with 4.0 girls (the number referring to their maximum dress size and minimum GPA). Someone even did a story on it in the Hot Takes section of the school magazine. He’s still not sure if it’s a moment he should proud of.

“About that…” he trails off and tugs nervously at the throw blanket he hastily clothed himself with when Jimin burst into their shared living room only to catch him in a rather compromising position. With that girl of all people.

“What?”

“Itsnotthefirsttimeanditwontbethelast”

Jimin blinks slowly, trying to process the flurry of words and Jin’s ashamed tone. When what Jin said finally hits him, he grins darkly.

“Man, c’mon. Don’t joke like that about her, its not nice.”

“Jimin, I’m—,” Jin looks around the hallway suspiciously before dragging Jimin into the dorm and slamming the door shut. “I’m being serious, okay?” Jimin’s jaw drops and he begins to sputter.

“But…why her?”

The first time Jimin encountered you was during a particularly late night in the stacks of the library last semester. The year was starting off hard and he was getting his ass kicked in one particular introductory psych class.

At around 1 in the morning, he had one more problem to finish on his take-home exam but was desperately stuck. He remembered seeing someone who he recognized from class sitting in the economics section. He thought it was odd initially. Usually no one sat there because the smell from the librarians’ bathroom often carried over. And no one wanted to study to the smell of coffee shits.

Taking a break, he grabbed his laptop and wandered around the stacks to find the classmate. When he found you, you were in the process of packing up, struggling to get your earphones into the headphone jack of your phone while also carrying a stack of periodicals and a burger from the campus grill, which happened to be leaking ketchup onto your already dingy tracksuit. He approached you carefully.

“Hey, you’re in Professor Kang’s class, right?”

“Huh?”

His voice startled you and you lost your precarious grip on your stuff. The poorly wrapped burger fell to the floor and bled a little onto your white converse. The periodicals fluttered down around your feet.

“Shit, sorry. Lemme help you,” he offered as he put his laptop down. You gasped from your spot already crouched on the ground.

“No, please, it’s really okay. Please, I’m fine, I don’t need—“

But he already had one printout from the stack in his hand and automatically turned it over. When Jimin looks back on the memory, he thinks that this may have been the biggest mistake he’s ever made in his life.

He would later find out after a nervous google search that the paper in his hand, and probably 80 percent of the papers on the ground, were called fursonas. While a handful might have been somewhat decent, most of them were of overly buff rabbits with bubble butts raised for the viewer or tigers fisting weeping, veiny dicks over pastel backgrounds. The one he held was of a duck, or something, with a weight lifter’s body with an obscene expression on its face while tentacles swarmed it from all angles. The implications of what might be happening in the picture made Jimin’s head hurt.

“Oh my god, what the fuck. What the fuck,” he whispered. He was so stunned that he let you rip the page from his hand.

“It’s called fur-centric hentai and its art,” you hissed. The line sounded mechanical and well-practiced if you asked Jimin. He watched you gather the rest of your belongings quickly, burger included, before leaving him crouched in the economics stacks.

Jin snaps his fingers in front of Jimin’s zoned out face only to have him be brought back to reality with a look of slight disgust.

“What’s your problem, fix your face,” Jin snapped.

“I’m just trying to figure out why you chose her, of all people. You remember that story I told you about the Econ stacks. I was so scarred, I got a C on that test.”

“Pretty sure you got a C because you didn’t realize there was a second page of the homework.”

“Well, if she hadn’t thrown her weird animal dicks all over the place, I would have realized there was a back and finished the assignment”

Jin sniffs and drops the blanket he was wearing, before walking over to the kitchen to get a drink, naked as the day he was born. Jimin follows on autopilot.

“Maybe you should stop trying to yuck my yum,”Jin says over his shoulder.

“Oh my god, don’t say it like that. I’m just saying, man. She’s weird. And gross. And more importantly not.Your. Type.” He enunciates each word with a poke to Jin’s bare back while he gets them some beers.

“You think I don’t fucking know that? That’s why I keep it discrete. Why do you think I told you not to come home every Tuesday and Thursday at until after 8:30?”

“You said you had lab.”

“How the hell could I do a lab in our apartment?”

“It…It could happen.”

“I’m a poetry major,” Jin pinches the bridge of his nose at his roommate’s stupidity, “Damnit Jimin.”

Jimin purses his lips when he realizes he might be even dumber than he thought.

“Wait a second, you’ve had lab,” he makes giant air quote gestures, “for, what, 2 months now? You’ve just been fucking her this whole time?”

There’s a beat of silence as Jin takes another swig from his beer. “Yeah,” he finally says. The matter of fact air of his response makes something glitch in Jimin’s brain.

“What the hell, dude? That’s a lot of repeat service. Does she have something on you? Is that why you’re doing this? Did you break an expensive-ass vase or something?” Jimin stops to think, his mind running wild with possibilities. “Holy shit, are you being pimped out?”

“No. God, would you just shut up?” Jin sighs quietly. “I’m sleeping with her so much because she’s the best I’ve ever had.”

Jimin takes a step back at the defeated sincerity in Jin’s tone.

“How? What about that time with that other girl--what was her name?” Jimin runs a hand through his hair trying to remember any name of one of many the girls Jin has had a fling with. “Oh! Irene or something? What about her?”

“I mean, Irene was fine. She gave pretty good head. But last Thursday I thought I came harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.”

“You ‘thought’?”

Jin looks up wistfully somewhere behind Jimin’s head at the memory. “Well then she came over the following Tuesday and rocked my shit,” he smirks. “And then that was the hardest I’ve ever come in my life.”

“So she gives good head. Who cares? There’s plenty of girls on campus who give good head and also don’t draw furry porn for a living and wash their damn sweatpants.”

“You don’t understand, dude. It’s not just the head. It’s the head, and the handjobs, and the pussy. It’s everything.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows incredulously. “The pussy is better than the handjobs?” He has to try hard not to look impressed. Meanwhile Jin is smilng, almost relieved now that the secret is out and he can talk openly about the mindblowing sex he’d been having.

“The first time she jerked me off, I passed out immediately after I came and woke up late to the class the next afternoon.”

Jimin narrows his eyes but motions with a hand for Jin to continue.

“The first time she blew me I couldn’t even walk afterward.”

“Wait...was that the day you told me you thought you had a sprained ankle? The one that healed after 24 hours?”

“Yep.”

The smug tone and the second stupid lie make Jimin want to rip his hair out. “Why do you lie so much,” he whispered, pain in his voice.

“I wasn’t lying, I really thought I had a sprained ankle.”

“From a blowjob?”

“That’s what I said.”

“What about the, uh, the pussy,” Jimin asks after realizing the FBI probably won’t come through the doors and snipe him for talking about vagina.

“The one time she let me hit it raw, I cried.,” Jin says, absolutely beaming.

“Oh, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“I am, though. I think she was gonna let me do it again today.” Jin closes his eyes and smiles softly while Jimin looks on, unamused.

“So? What happened today? She underperform or something?” There’s a hint of jealousy and a lot of curiosity in his tone, but Jimin would deny it if anyone asked him.

“No, asswipe. She got spooked because you showed up when you weren’t supposed to.”

“Well, sorry for ruining your lies,” Jimin snaps, cracking open his own beer.

“You think this is a joke?” Jin shoves Jimin in the chest roughly. “We didn’t get to finish because of you. Now I have to jerk off with my own hand. That’s pathetic”

“And what were you doing before you met her? Listen to yourself, she’s making you crazy. No one is that good in bed.”

Jin stomps over to the couch and settles down before turning and looking at Jimin over the backboard.

“You know what? You go and sleep with her 3--no--4 times. And if she doesn’t completely fry your brain, I’ll pay for any and all of your takeout for the next month. But If she does, you gotta switch mattresses with me and not come by the dorm until after 10 on Tuesdays and Thursdays from then on.”

“Dude, gross I don’t want your sex soaked mattress. It’s the same as yours anyway. Minus the ten gallons of old jizz on it.”

“No, it’s not. You have that, like, Tempurpedic thing.”

“True,” Jimin nods thoughtfully, “But don’t you think it would be weird if the roommate of the guy she was fucking started trying to get in her pants? Also, I could just lie and say she didn’t do it for me. Then you’d be forced to pay for my food and—Hold on. If she’s so good, why are you so willing to pawn her off to me?”

“Why do you ask so many stupid questions? First of all, she’s not mine just because I’m sleeping with her. I’m just telling you to go see if she’ll let you. I mean, there’s no guarantee. She barely even gave me a shot.”

“She barely gave you a shot? But you’re, like, the campus prince”, more air quotes, “How did this even happen?”

“Well, to make a long story short, we were both high at her sorority and I’d heard rumors about her from Wonho, so I went to…talk to her in her room.”

“Wonho is Wonho, though. He’d fuck anyone if the weed was good.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken, my friend. He has a diverse and sophisticated palate. He knows what he’s talking about when it comes to weed and sex. Once I took him up on his suggestion and she said yes, I never looked back,” Jin says with a dreamy voice.

Jimin watches the back of Jin’s head loll on the sofa. When a soft sigh emerges from where the older man is sitting, Jimin recoils and runs out of the kitchen, away from the couch.

“Are you jerking off right now? Dude. Not cool.”

“Get the fuck out, then. It’s Thursday, which means I’m getting off by 7:30pm and I don’t give a rat’s ass who’s here when it happens.”

“Fine,” Jimin huffs and reluctantly stuffs his feet back into his sneakers where they lie by the door. “I hope your dick chafes.”

Jin purposefully releases another, louder moan and Jimin runs out of the apartment.

“I’ll have an order of the half crispy, half spicy and a large coke. Thanks,” Jimin says to the clerk at the grill before checking his phone for the 8th time in the hour.

8:01 Jimin - Are you done yet?

             (8:10 read by Jin)

8:11 Jin - yeah but round two starts soon so

8:11 Jin - *middle finger emoji*

Jimin quickly shuts down his messenger app and opens up Flappy Bird while he sits at a table and waits for his order number to be called.

“Stupid asshole and his stupid dick, kicking me out of the stupid apartment. Fuck you, dickhead,” Jimin mutters to himself.

“What did you just say?” 

Jimin’s head whips up at the infantile voice coming from the seat across from him. Jeon Jungkook is sitting at his table, eating a veggie burger. Who the hell orders a veggie burger from a chicken place?

“Were you talking to me,” Jungkook asks again, pushing his bulky glasses up with a finger.

“Jeon, why would I be talking to you? A better question is why the hell are you talking to me?

[mind-if-i-scream]

hi ! out of curiosity , what’s it like to have so many birds ? and what are your experiences w keeping a cockatoo like ?

I’ve owned parrots for most of my life and started training them when I was 9, so I really don’t know what its like anymore NOT to have birds. I’ve always have had a ton of pets and I’m always confused by people who don’t own any. 

Parrots are loud and messy and the tiels and Yuki are dusty but I guess I just got used to it. I can’t sleep in too late or Yuki and my sun conures will throw a fit and they also hate bed time. You get used to them pulling on your hair and jewelry fast, unless you’re like me with bad ear piercings and when they pull on them it really hurts. You never get used to bites but you learn not to react and you learn to just sit there and wait till their screaming fit is over before trying to do training. Also they NEED a routine and you can’t fuck with the routine, I have Asperger so routine is easy for me but it can be really hard for some people. 

So I’m Yuki’s second owner, her old owner did really love her and was almost crying when he gave her to me but could keep her because of where he was living. Also I found her on craigslist and I think I scared the crap out of him cuz I brought two other people with me to pick her up. (BTW this isn’t the weirdest way how I found out about a bird who needed a home)   

Yuki is just this weird little Eldritch Horror who just goes with the flow and is cool with where ever we’re going as long as she gets to see people. She’s a lot like a toddler mixed with a teenager and is impossible to reason with. She likes me enough that she doesn’t try killing me and does seem to care if I’m not feeling well.

Yuki is a lot like a toddler in many ways. She doesn’t like to eat healthy foods, likes my friends more than me cuz they don’t give her rules, is weirdly afraid of harmless things, and she throws tantrums A LOT. She threw one this morning cuz she wanted her foraging toy back in her cage but wouldn’t move out of the way so I could out it in there, she needed calm down time after that. Also she needs to be ‘baby sat’ if I go away for more than two nights, my grandma doesn’t really like her but watches her for me anyway. 

To be honest I’ve never really got to be around another goffins cockatoo, the only other one I’ve seen is at a bird shop I go to sometimes, and all other cockatoos I’ve meet are babies. Also I got Yuki when she was 10 and now she’s in her late teens so she’s not as crazy as some other cockatoos. When she’s not acting up she’s a very mellow bird and is content sit on her cage ripping up some paper. She does have a feather chewing problem that gets worst in the winter but she normally calms down in the warmer months when we can go out more. She loves people and going outside in her backpack but she is a bit scared of the bay/ocean so we’re working on that. She also loves going to the pet store cuz all of the workers will go and say hi to her and there’s fish tanks there. She likes jazz and swing and also likes it if I sing or scat to her but is terrified of my clarinets. She’s also likes my dog, Curly, and my old cat, Avery, but hates all other dogs and cats including Dinkles who looks just like Avery. She doesn’t like perching on my arm cuz my EDS makes my skin really soft and hard to grip too. Yuki also has a ‘thing’ for hands and will try to ‘have fun with them’ in a bad way and does ‘things’ on her own which is uncomfortable and hard to explain to your kid sister (also its not good cuz it can mess with their hormones). Yuki also has this weird thing with me where she doesn’t really like me and I know why, a few years ago I had to take her friend to the vet to never be seen again and she’s had this problem with me ever since then and I really can’t blame her. 

I almost got a cockatoo a year before I got Yuki. I was at a bird store and a lady was trying to get rid of her bared eye cockatoo and I almost took it. I didn’t in the end because my grandma was giving me a death glare and I really didn’t have a place to keep them. Also I was still in high school and having enough of a hard time with training my sennie, Georgie, cuz of how long the school days were. I wonder what happened to that bird sometimes and its a good example of how bad impulse buying a parrot can be. 

But to sum up Yuki, she’s this sweet little bird who loves most people she meets and most foods that she can’t have (she will try to steel the pizza, the stroganoff, and the cheesy rice every time) and also likes to yell at kids and enjoys watching fishes at the pet store and the birds outside her window. She’s loud and dusty jerk but she’s my loud, dusty jerk. 

[royal-writer]

An Unforgettable Smile

my depression: 🙃 pain and suffering time me: ha you can't hurt me, I hurt myself first

She wore her most dignified smile. It was customary but more than that: a natural and polite reaction to guests. It showed the depth of her crow’s feet around her eyes, and dimpled around her rounded cheeks. Her expression wasn’t any less mannerly; even as the years changed the plumpness of her lips from a bow to thinness and lined silver in the twirling ringlets still hanging in loose tresses to frame her face, still she held on to her charm. She was still the lady of the Emerald Expanse, after all. Poise and grace were cultivated not just with age, but with humility and tenderness.

Clasping her hands before the layers of her gown, she inclined her head respectfully towards the group of heroins gathered in the foyer. “Thank you for all of your assistance,” she murmured.

“It was a pleasure, Lady Essätha,” the chipper lady standing and front and center replied. It was amusing as it was adorable. Her two other companions both appeared less enthused than herself. Essie couldn’t blame them; with pay in hand, they probably wanted to be off with their prized award.

Nodding gently to the trio, she replied, “If you were hoping for more work, I actually could point you along your way. You see, there’s a-”

“Essätha?”

The crooning softness of her name spoken had her dropping her jaw in surprise. Whipping around, she spotted the frail looking man lumbering gingerly from the kitchen. His loafers shuffled against the cold floor, and his shirt was a bit untucked on one end from his slacks, but it was his wild hair that drove her crazy. It mimicked a cockatoo crest; his snowy locks mused up. Lucky his mostly-salt pepper beard had been trimmed to a few days-old shadow, or he’d look absolutely wild.

“Oh,” Essätha breathed with some surprise. His smile was broad and zealous; beaming upon her like a radiant sun that made her heart stutter and skip a beat.

Without hesitation, she hurried over to offer him aid, although he didn’t seem to notice. The nobleman’s twinkling gaze cast from her face, curiously on to the three young folk staring silently their way.

“Who are these folk?” her husband inquired cheerfully.

She glanced back over her shoulder, and then back. One of the maids standing nearby caught her wandering eye, and drew herself up in an alert state.

“Would you mind staying with the guests a moment, my dear?” Essätha murmured.

The woman curtsied. “Of course, my Lady.”

Sighing with relief, the Briarton Lady slid her arm around the gentleman’s waist. He made a gruff noise in his throat, leaning into her side. The rough patch of his whiskers brushed her cheek as he nuzzled her. It drew a faint giggle to the back of her throat as he turned his head, placing a kiss to her jaw.

“Are they the mercenaries you hired, my love?”

She had to withhold her surprise. His memory had been so faulty, lately…

“They are indeed, m’lord,” Essätha breathed, guiding him carefully back in the direction he’d come. She had to swallow her anxiety. She’d left him upstairs. Had he came down, all by himself? The idea made her insides tremor queasily to consider.

As he nodded, processing the information, she continued on gently, “Amon my beloved, would you wait for me, in the dining area? I was just seeing them off; I won’t be long.”

“Okay darling,” he agreed, his voice dreamy. He inhaled deeply from her pulse point where she’d spritzed her perfume earlier; his nose just barely skimming against her collarbone. A flush of pink instantly hit her cheeks and her breath hitched like she was still some damn kid with her gallant seigneur flirting with her like it was the first time.

It seemed to please him, anyway. He chuckled joyously at her response; grating notes of raspy beauty.

“Would you like something to eat?”

“No no, I think I would like to return to my nap, when you’re done. Would you join me?”

Stepping through the threshold, she forced her smile. He could tell it was fake. Just meeting her eyes, she knew that he knew. His happiness seemed to dissolve into immediate doubt.

The lack of appetite. The longer naps…

“I’d love to.”

“If you have other plans-”

Reaching across, she grabbed his hand to squeeze the wrinkled, liver-spotted callused fingers. Light reignited in a mystifying glow from the depths of his ocean blues, deep and vast. He squeezed her hand back, but it seemed more feeble than she recalled, and his arm shook like it was a strain to do so.

She pushed the lump in her throat back. The burn in the back of her eyes. The tightness in her chest cavity. The ache in her heart and lungs.

“My calendar is all booked,” Essätha whispered, leaning in so her lips brushed his ear as she continued, “And every day and hour says ‘Spend time with my handsome husband’.”

He scoffed at her, gently.

Guiding him towards the closest available chair, Essie released his hand to reach for it. Amon tilted into her waist. She circled his hip gently, and he sighed with relief.

A candle seemed to flicker on suddenly. Gasping, he wrenched himself away from her a bit, causing her to squeak with alarm.

“Oh! I’d forgotten why I came to see you in the first place,” he grumbled, pawing at himself. With a cautious smile, she allowed her arm to drop as he felt up his open-jerkin askew on his torso. He looked beneath its folds against his chest, and then to his pockets. Turning them inside out, he cursed in elvish and glanced around. It came to him after half a minute of glancing around the room, and he held up his pointer.

Reaching behind him, Amon pulled a flower from his back pocket.

“I was looking out the window, and saw this in the garden,” he remarked, holding it up. “It was pristine when I’d plucked it though…”

The regret in his tone was heartbreaking.

The petals had been smashed a bit, with the stem having been shoved into his rear pocket. The peony was a flawless white; untarnished, in peek-bloom until it had been snipped from its shrub.

She stood remarkably still as he reached up to her face. His rough hands were still incredibly soft. The muscles in his arms strained to still much of his trembling as he gradually snuck strands of her black and silver hair back behind her ear, along with the steam of the plant. His hands touched her delicately. A skim here, a brush of the back of his hand there, marveling at the shape of her face with his jaw slack and hanging open; a gentle but shaky sigh of adoration.

Tears pooled up unwillingly and with no warning in the corners of her eyes.

“You came all the way downstairs to fetch me this?” she accused; the bright laughter in her tone faltering with her emotions. Her hand reached up, carefully strumming against the soft petals.

Puffing up his chest proudly, Amon announced: “When I am determined, I can still see a task through. And I wanted to give this to you myself, and see that beautiful smile on your face when you wore it.” He reached up, stroking his thumb along the curve of her lips, hoarsely remarking, “You make all things pale in comparison to your beauty, Essie. Especially when you smile.”

His smile began to dissipate, and he tisked her kindly. Reaching up with both hands, he rubbed the pads of his thumbs against the streaks forming beneath her eyes carefully. Hardly a feather-light touch, smearing away the cascade of tears in rhythmic circles.

“Don’t you cry now,” he stated firmly, but not without fondness as the edge of his mouth pulled up on one side. “It’s meant to make you smile, not cry.”

“I’m only crying because you’re too good to me,” Essätha rasped truthfully. Gently she took hold of his face, her fingers stroking his sideburns. “You’re a very beautiful man, m’lord Amon; sweet and endearing. I love you.”

He snorted with a crooked smile of disbelief. “Nothing’s too good for you, let alone me. You look perfect today, darling. Always so enchanting, my darling Essätha. So lovely,” he sighed, leaning in close to whisper his next words against her lips, “I love you, eternally.”

Her lower lip quivered. Grinning so hard it hurt; not just her cheeks, but her entire face, she gave him a gentle peck on the lips.

“I love you eternally times two.”

“That is impossible,” he breathed with false scorn. She giggled past her tears; a radiant glow of warmth spreading from her heart all over. He kissed her gently, tenderly, and slowly; lingering until she was rendered without air and left to gap at him, at a loss, when he pulled away. Grasping for air, flush deep with color.

Raising his eyebrows at her silence, Amon rested his forehead against hers. “Speechless?”

“Around you? Plenty,” she teased.

“Do not lie to me: you can weave a ballad in less than a second with or without me around,” he mocked, kissing the ridge of scales on her nose. He sighed once more; peacefully, a bit shakily, and removed his hands slowly from her face, as she did his. Truthfully, she’d rather they stay there. She could spend her days, living off the cosmos of his eyes alone. They were nurturing, endless, and filled with questions and answers; filled with love and fascination that no one could even begin to unravel.

He moved to sit in the chair, wincing as his rump heavily met the wooden bottom. Essie was given little time to assist him in sitting carefully, and flinched with concern and worry. They really should get cushions for these damn chairs.

Fondly taking hold of her hand, the nobleman patted it lightly, staring up at her with that look that seared her skin with scarlet hues and made her knees jelly, and insides molten lava. The dance of his digits stroked her as he murmured hopefully, “You will join me for a nap, then?”

Smiling faintly, she nodded. “It would be my pleasure, m’lord.” Her eyes might be dry, now, but her heart still twisted unforgivingly with concern gnawing at it.

He nodded, leaning his head back, eyes slightly fogged and adrift. A heavy breath left him, and it sounded dreadfully unsettling at the end, almost rattling.

“I’ll wait here for you,” he reminded her drowsily, meeting her eyes. “I’d wait for you, anywhere, for as long as I need to, my dear.”

Another nail in her ribcage. Another blow straight to the chest.

She lifted their intertwined hands to her lips, and pressed a kiss against his hands.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“I know you will,” Amon confidently agreed. “I know.”

She let go of his hands. Her own felt instantly empty and cold; regretful of doing so.

She walked back into the foyer, clutching them into white knuckles; her nails bruising into her palms to try keeping steady.

She spoke swiftly, but civilly to the triage. Ignoring their searching gazes; the questions, the worry they displayed unspoken after seeing the Lord of the Emerald Expanse in such a fragile state.

She saw them off with a wave of her hand, and a farewell.

And as the door shut, left to her peace, she pulled a handkerchief out from the sewn-in pocket of her dress; one of many of Amon’s she’d taken for herself these past years of decline, and dropped to her knees, and wept. Only when she was sure she had the feeling of anguish trapped back in the darkest dwellings of her soul did she dare to return to the dining room, puffy-eyed and smiling, to find Amon already having drifted off in the chair. It took a moment to rouse him, and she only did so because she knew the comfort of the bed would only be a few shades above the stiff, rickety chair.

Leading him carefully upstairs, she kept her promise: and they curled up, limbs intertwined, to doze on their masterbed; an echo of fading smiles on their faces.

[twistednuns]

August 2018

I'm gonna be a maid of honour for the first time! And since I'm also responsible for the invitations, the decoration, the schedule... hell lotta work ahead of me but I'm kinda looking forward to it!

I'm hopelessly in love with Daddy on Orange Is the New Black. Exactly the kind of woman I like... that is a soft butch, I suppose? The fact that she is dating officer McCollough IRL is pretty awesome (although I'm obviously very jealous).

Hardcover books with a bookmark ribbon.

Attending the Itchy concert with Manu who acted as a human fan by waving his hat through the air.

A trip to Walchensee with Raphaela! I met her neighbour's huge cat, accidently found out she was pregnant (nobody had known so far), we enjoyed the crystal clear turquoise water and got ice-cream from the van at the edge of the forest. Later: pizza dinner. The best.

Pub Quiz with Lena, Maike and Barbara (I'm still her secret admirer, she's pretty damn cool).

Spending time with Ashley and Kilian! I like the outdoor swimming pool in Dinkelscherben.

A good yoga session. Being really bendy comes in very handy.

Sitting on a hill in Olympiapark with Frank during sunset, seeing the lights from the fair below us getting brighter as the contrast sharpens.

Joan Wasser. Jesus, what a... presence. Aura. Coolness. Whatever it is. Great concert!

Hanging out with Bibi at Starnberger See.

Meeting Kazuki from Tokio! Weird setting though: he cleaned my teeth at the dentist's.

Elsa and Andi's wedding: riding over the fields on a tractor in order to fell a tree in the woods, the train ride, so many storks. The song they played during the ceremony. Dancing until the wee hours. The new house Andi and Elsa built.

Australia. Phew, where can I start. So, the accent is definitely amazing and I'd love to be able to imitate it more appropriately. Anyway. The first thing I noticed upon arriving was that the moon seemed to be upside down and there were new constellations - I saw the Triangulum Australe for the first time and the Big Dipper was invisible. There were strange smells and sounds, I recognised Let it Be just from the beat - someone played it in their house. I arrived at my hosts and cuddled Rabbit the tailless cat in my comfy bed. Avocado on toast and matcha latte for breakfast was a pretty good idea, too. Bless the vegan café!

Petting my very first koala. Watching the fruit bats and the wombats - my favourite. Feeding wallabies and kangaroos. The smell of dextrose and eucalyptus in the Koala Sanctuary.

People getting out of the bus yelling "Thanks, mate!" to the driver. / Seeing my first ibis in the middle of Brisbane, right next to the bus stop. Nobody cared but me. (Later I also saw wild cockatoos and a weird breed of turkey everywhere.) / Pygmalion at the Gardens Theatre in Brisbane. / Thrifting next to the river. / The outside pool at night. / Getting lost on Mount Coo-Tha. / Buying a linen dress at Valley Girl. / My Baskin Robbins obsession. / Australians coming in in slippers and a dressing gown for breakfast at Arlette's Kitchen. / A British teenage girl feeding me with mint chocolate Oreos on the train up north. / Giraffes at Steve Irwin Wildlife Park.

Spending the evening with Gabriel and Jennifer hiking up Mount Ngungun to watch the sunset from up there. The view over the Glasshouse Mountains was breathtaking. I loved the stories she told us about the Aboriginal spirits and climbing up into the cave. She even drove me to my hostel in Caloundra!

Sitting at the white sandy beach one morning after Dutch style apple cinnamon and cream pancakes for breakfast. A pelican casually flying by. Of course. / The fact that the word haberdashery actually exists and that Australians actively use it. / Drawing the beautiful scenery into my sketchbook at a Greyhound bus stop. Sitting next to a giant kangaroo statue. / A sentimental moment: they played Layla by Eric Clapton and the Dominos on the bus and I thought about my dad who loved that song and had never seen Australia before he died. / Speaking of music - I love Australian radio stations. Selected gems were Prince's Raspberry Beret, I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness, I Try by Macy Gray and The Magic by Joan as Police Woman. /

Staying at Dave's place in Hervey Bay. I mean, he was a show-off cheapskate and probably a bit sexist, too - but we did have fun at the dinner table and Lucie's cooking was delicious. The best part were the two help-ex Frenchies: one of them gave me his car so I could drive to Rainbow Beach and go diving with the Grey Nurse Sharks at Wolf Rock. I loved the diving instructor (long, dark blonde hair and light green eyes, yes please) and we saw loads of pelicans from up close. Well, and the sharks, even a manta ray. So exciting.

Whale-watching! I saw whales for the first time in my life. Absolutely majestic. When you're diving you can hear their songs, one instructor even said that his chest vibrates whenever a whale is close by. From the sailing boat we saw a nursing humpback mother with her calf and quite a few males. One would beat his tail fin repeatedly on the surface because I boat came too close for his taste.

Sailing in the Whitsundays. Seriously, I was very lucky - arrived in Airlie Beach without a booking. Just ran into a random travel agency and boom, there was Mary, selling me a two-night-ticket for a boat leaving in an hour. I met many great people - Peter and the skipper who worked many many years as a diving instructor and told the best stories, the German dudes from Flensburg, Ben from Western Australia (I had a tiny little crush on him), Kelsey from the Isle of Man, Charlotte from the Netherlands. Johanna from Karlsruhe. My highlights: Climbing over the rail, jumping into the ocean right from the boat / meeting George, the toe-sucking giant fish / finding five turtles on a snorkelling tour / Whitehaven Beach - the most gorgeous white silica beach ever, they even filmed parts of Pirates of the Caribbean there; I was able to follow around some lemon sharks and stingrays in the shallow water / feeding seahawks from the boat by throwing pieces of meat up in the air / the swaying motions of the sailing boat make you feel like a baby in the cradle, they make you fall asleep instantaneously / friendly banter with Timo / sleeping in the Orgy Room. Back in Airlie I slept in a room at Magnum's with Charlotte and Johanna and we spent the evening with some others from the boat. We ended up in another hostel's yard where Charlotte was kidnapped by a weird dude who immediately started making out with her.

The Yongala wreck dive. Amazing, seriously. There was a huge school of rays (mainly sting rays and eagle rays) swimming with the current right above me. And I had a close encounter with a white sea snake... Seriously, what a gorgeous experience. Staying at the diving centre in Alva Beach was pretty nice, too. Riding the van with Patrik, getting ice-cream at the store (when we picked up Iolo from Wales and the German travelling with Sasha the budgie), a sunset walk at the beach (woah, crazy tides - I saw a jeep getting stuck in the sand). Oh, and the night out at the pub in Ayr. Meeting Kirsty, the wombat-whisperer. Wearing weird hats, singing, drinking free Rum Fists all night long.

Meeting the South-African sailing instructor at Magnum's. Who told me stories about diving for diamonds in Namibia. It's crazy how much you learn and how many interesting people you meet when you're travelling.

Making my way up to Cairns. Listening to the reef teach lecture about seven-gill sharks. Shopping with Friedericke. And obviously Uncle Brian's waterfall tour. I saw several wild platypuses (platypi?), took hair flip pictures in front of the Millaa Millaa waterfall (and I swam through it - the water was freezing but I loved the prickling feeling on my scalp and watching the water falling down from behind was kinda amazing) and used some boulders as a water slide. We played games and sang along to old songs on the bus and made our way back through the Atherton Tablelands. Adam, the tour guide, was especially great. He made us lick green ants because they really do taste like limes.

Meeting Johanna once again up in Cairns, spending a last day together (snorkelling on Green Island where I got a glimpse of a snapper turtle but apart from that the Great Barrier Reef was pretty sad to look at in that area).

[sunzawa]

Some Aizawa Story: We’ll Meet in the Stars

Okay, so I love love LOOOOOVE Aizawa, & since I finally finished my last semester at the community college I thought that I should try & give it a shot at writing again. Its been a while, so I’m really sorry if this isn’t that great. (¤﹏¤) But I hope it’s at least alright. Anyways, on with the show!

 Chapter 1

The warmth of the sun was welcomed as the cool breeze graced my face. I hugged my pea coat tighter around my body as I made my way up the steps of Yuuei High School. Today was my first day as a teacher for the General Department. When I heard from All Might that a position opened at Yuuei I immediately called about the job and how to apply. After many interviews, background checks, and taking an assessment test for my quirk, I finally got the job. All Might wanted to put in a good word for me, but I told him not to, I needed to get this job on my own without anyone else’s help.

Nezu had already given me a tour of the campus the other day, since I memorized my way around before I was able to find the staff room. There was a teacher sitting at his desk as I walked in, the man whose body was made of cement. I believe his name is Cementoss.

               “Good morning, you must be Miss Valencia,” he said as he got up from his seat and bowed.

Reminding myself of Japanese customs, I did the same.

               “Good morning, you’re Cementoss, correct?” I asked.

He nodded and at the same time principal Nezu came in.

               “Ah, Miss Valencia, good morning! I hope it wasn’t too much trouble finding your way in here,” Nezu said.

I shook my head and smiled, “Not at all,”

               “Splendid. Please don’t be shy to ask for directions or for any other concern you might have. You know where to find me if you need anything. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll leave you to it,” and just like that, the bear or dog or mouse, was gone.

               “Don’t worry miss, you’ll get used to him,” Cementoss stated.

I went to my desk, which Nezu informed me of the other day, and set my bag down as I took off my peacoat. As the start of school was getting closer more pro heroes/teachers came in. I met Power Loader, Ectoplasm, Snipe, Thirteen, and Vlad King, which to be honest I was nervous of meeting since they were all great heroes. In general, I was nervous of meeting all the heroes. Then All Might came in, finally a familiar face. He and I greeted each other like usual old friends, hugging and making sure everything was going well for the other. I still wasn’t used to seeing him in his normal form, it was such a vast difference from his hero form. He looked rather tired in this form, which concerned me.

               “Is everything okay?” I asked.

All Might gave me a small smile, “Yeah, just working hard on being a great teacher now that I’m no longer the number one hero,”

               “I know you’re a great teacher. And hey, I know I wasn’t around when everything happened, so if you ever want to talk about it you can talk to me,”

Patting my head and softly smiling down at me, he said, “I know,”

As we struck up a conversation of how things were back in the States, a loud voice from down the hall reached the staff room. We both turned to look at the door.

“All I’m sayin’ is that you could’ve killed it!” A male voice yelled.

“Jeez, Mic, stop crying already. It was only on you for like a second,” another voice said, this time a female.

“I don’t care, you guys know I don’t like spiders!” The loud man continued to yell as I now heard their footsteps, they’re getting closer.

Feeling confused, I looked up at All Might as he sighed and looked down at me.

               “It’s Present Mic, he doesn’t like bugs,” was all he said.

Just then three people came in, two men and one woman. The woman was dressed in a dominatrix-type of outfit, with long black hair and crazy blue eyes. A blonde man with cockatoo hair was dressed in all black leather, and since he was still complaining it was easy to surmise that he’s Present Mic. The last man looked extremely tired, with shoulder-length black hair and a scarf that was hiding the bottom half of his face.

The woman instantly noticed All Might and smiled, “Hey All Might, how’s it going?” she asked. Her eyes glanced down to me and they widened, the smile on her face grew. “Is this the new teacher?” She asked excitedly.

               “Yeah, this is Valencia Camilla. Cam, this is Midnight, Present Mic, and Eraserhead,” All Might introduced.

I was about to bow when Midnight rushed at me, hooking her finger under my chin to lift my face.

               “Oh my, you are a beauty! It’s nice to have another woman around here! I’m Kayama Nemuri,” Midnight beamed.

Even though her comment made me blush, I still gave her a once over and smiled at her.

               “Hello and thank you, you’re quite lovely, too,” I said.

               “Ooh, I’m tingling all over,” she purred.

My eyebrows rose as I sniggered. Wow, she sure likes putting it out there.

               “Easy, Midnight, you’re going to scare her off,” Present Mic said as he pulled Midnight away. He extended his arm and took my hand in his to shake. Hard. “Good morning, listener! I’m Yamada Hizashi, the English teacher here at Yuuei!” He yelled. (Technically everyone in this story is speaking Japanese, but whenever a character, like Camilla or Present Mic, speaks in English I’ll italicize it)

               “Holy crap, you’re loud,” I said.

He threw his head back and laughed, our hands still shaking vigorously.

               “Well, that’s my quirk! And I’m also a radio show host so don’t forget to tune in and listen! It’s called ‘Put Your Hands Up’ and I play music nonstop every Friday night from 1am to 5am, so check it out on Hero FM!”

Pulling my hand from his I nodded, “Will do, good sir,”

Looking at the last of the three, the man named Eraserhead just gave a nod.

               “Eraser’s not really a verbal person, but so you’re not confused he’s saying hello,” Present Mic said.

That comment earned him an elbow to the stomach by Eraserhead.

               “I’m Aizawa Shouta, I don’t care if you call me Eraserhead or Aizawa,” was all he said as he made his way to his desk, which was across from mine.

I looked at All Might and gave him half a smile, “A man of few words, I like that,”

Everyone went to their desks, All Might sitting a desk away from me on my left, Eraserhead across from me and Present Mic on his right. Midnight sat a few desks away from Present Mic, which sucked because I wanted to get to know her more.

As I pulled out my binder of lesson plans I could feel my heart beating a bit faster. Oh boy, try to calm down Cammy. Even though I’ve taught before this was my first time to actually teach at a high ranked school. A hero school non-the less. I just hope that I can be what the students need to help them out with their studies as well as with their quirks. General Department students don’t get to do enough hero work like the heroic classes, but Nezu said it was okay for them to do a lesson here and there that focuses on their quirk. I shouldn’t worry, I know if I have any trouble I can count on All Might to help.

Seeing as there was fifteen minutes before school started I decided to head to the classroom. I gathered all the paperwork I needed, and when I looked up I noticed a few teachers were already gone. The only teachers left were All Might, Eraserhead, and Thirteen.

All Might glanced up from his computer and gave me a reassuring smile, “You’ll be fine, the students here are great,”

Returning the smile, I stood from my chair and pushed it in, “I bet, they’re all pretty extraordinary if they go here,”

               “Do you know your way around?” Eraserhead suddenly asked.

Surprised, I turned towards him, but he was looking down at the papers he was grading, “Uh, yeah. Nezu gave me a tour the other day,”

His response was a small grunt. I looked at All Might to explain, “He means ‘got it’,”

               “Oh, okay,” was all I said. Making sure I had everything I needed, I headed to the General Department classroom for my first day of teaching. Before I exited the room, I looked back at All Might, but his eyes were glued to his computer screen, then involuntarily my eyes settled on Eraserhead. His eyes were on me, and I instantly gave him a small smile. He looked down and went back to grading his papers, most of his face hidden behind his scarf. Turning back around I left the room. My cheeks suddenly felt warm.

 A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. :) I’m also going to post it on FFN b/c I’m still waiting for my invitation to AO3 so until then, Tumblr & FFN will be the places I update my story on. :) Thank you for reading! & I hope to have chapter 2 out soon, hopefully sometime this week!

p.s. The story will be under the name We’ll Meet in the Stars on FFN & once I know if I’ve been accepted in AO3 I’ll also let you guys know. :)

[loveinruins]

Signs or nah?

So it’s Friday thank fuck!!!

He has been on the late shift all week this week so he finishes at 6. On Monday MT and I took the opportunity to go shopping for his birthday present. So he ended up driving in and told MT if she wanted a lift to wait anyway we were shopping for a while and I messaged him saying hey can we go home with you we’re still in the city and he goes lucky you yes lol anyway so he dropped us off and the whole way home we had banter and the way he was looking at me was so weird like he was checking me out..

I wore a blue shirt and black jumper on Tuesday and he pulled my collar and goes I like this and I go thanks..

Anyway comes Wednesday GP asked me to work late and I didn’t speak or see him all day and I messaged him at the end of the day asking if he had plans with the boys after work because I was gonna be late anyway and he took forever to reply. So I was like ok cool. No reply. Mad.

He ends up replying like 20 minutes later and goes “sorry long call nah I don’t” and I go “ok well GP asked me to stay late so if you don’t mind taking me home and you can also get your steak lol” he goes “haha yeah sweet or sounds good” something along those lines.

So after work we had a bit of banter and whatever, we trained it to kooyong from flinders and then drove to meat & wine co in hawthorn. I kept asking him where he wanted to go and he goes I dunno you pick. I was like omg you’re so indecisive. So we get stuck in traffic so bad and finally get there. In my head I was hoping that he didn’t think this was a date because I didn’t want it to be weird or awkward because of our whole situation. I’m just thinking now though a guy will never do anything that he doesn’t want to do right? So he does want to be around me and hang out with me outside of work..

We walk inside and it’s so nice, we end up getting a table upstairs and it’s like a table for two like full date styles. I was like greatttt and to make it less awkward i just put my bag down and went to the bathroom and came back and it was fine.

I can’t really remember what we spoke about now because I’ve left it too long to write this post but we had good convo. He did say “oh I know why now you’re like one of the boys because you’re just so easy to get along with and down to earth” I go “yeah I know the baker always tells me that but sometimes I don’t want to be just one of the boys” and he laughed.

So we were eating whatever he seemed really grateful because he made a comment about how he could get used to this and I go “ummm no” and he goes “no I didn’t mean you” like insinuating that I was gonna pay for him all the time. I go “what a girl has never paid for your dinner before?” He goes “nah maybe a coffee but nah” and I was like “oh ok” in my head I was like wtf don’t you always talk about how girls should pay this and that.. shit taller orrr?

Oh I just remembered he made a bigggg statement he goes “you know I’ve learnt so much and had so much insight over the last year about girls because of you and MT I feel like when girls are your friends they’re more themselves” I was like lol if only you knew babe in my head but I don’t remember what I said after that.

We ended up sharing a dessert and then left. As we were leaving he goes “wait I need to tell you something” and I go “what” he goes “wait until we go outside because I don’t want your head to get so big that you can’t walk out of this building” I laughed and we walk outside and I go “yes” he goes “thank you I really appreciate you” or something along those lines and I obviously exaggerated and went OTT and I’m amazing and bla bla and he like rolled his eyes and laughed.

So we were talking in the car whatever and he brought up how MT and I were asking his opinion on perfumes and he was like “was that for me or was that for her boyfriend” I was like stunned and was like I need to put my best lying face on right now and I go “no it’s actually for her boyfriend” and he was like “oh ok thought you guys were getting me perfume for my birthday or something”

Anyway he drops me off and when we get to my car he goes “wait I’m gonna give you a hug” and I go “lol why” he goes “thank you for tonight, I appreciate you or something like that thank you again” I go “no worries send me more leads k thanks” and he said something else about me that was so nice that I was like “lol shut up” and he goes “I’m serious” it just made me realize he’s a really affectionate person and I am too but I obviously just have my wall up with him.

I go home whatever I’m on the phone to B and I get this message from him

Thanks again for today, its funny i was gonna ask you what you were doing after work, and then i was having a shitty day and totally forgot about it, then there and behold you send a message across. Funny how things like that happen, thanks heaps xx

I replied

Aww G that was such a cute message like it shocks me how nice you are sometimes hahaha I’m actually laughing out right now as I’m writing this. You’re totes welcome and yes it’s funny how the universe works xx

He then goes

Haha i guess i have my moments 😜, i know man, scary as. Enjoy your day off x

So I left it at that but seriously though. How weird is that?? He wanted to ask me and I asked him. It’s fucking crazy. Like we keep crossing paths, I dunno. I said to him a few weeks ago how I thought we wouldn’t hang out anymore because he moved to service and he goes when I say we’d still see each other obviously I meant it.

I dunno I’m so confused but the most embarrassing thing happened on Friday. Him and I had a lot of banter and his manager was like oh no wonder people thing you guys are dating.. I was like noooo.. and walked off. So. Fucking. Awks.

Anyway I dunno we snapped a bit on Friday night when I was out for B’s birthday and then yesterday morning I sent a snap of a probiotic and I wrote md cap or probiotic and he was like when you get out of the shower and something about his hair and I go you look like a cockatoo and he goes you’re a fucking cockatoo m8 and I did the water pistol emoji because there isn’t a gun one anymore so he wrote back this face 😚the little smartass.

Anyway that’s the latest.

Oh I forgot to mention I joined tinder lol and when I was leaving meat & wine co I got a message from this lebo guy and I was like wtf is this a sign..