#the ac in my bedroom stopped working when I was like 14 or 15 and I begged my mom to fix it because it would get so hot in there

[deviousdayz]

Me when the past parental neglect is actually catching up to me in my adulthood and causing me real life problems

Anyways stop punishing teenagers and kids by refusing to take care of their basic needs🙏🏾 that is not discipline it’s just abuse

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #134: Kiyohime (Lancer)

Our first summer is nearing its end, but we’re not finished quite yet. Today we’re building Kiyohime once more! Stalk a certain someone, and set ablaze anyone who’d dare come between you two!

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Watch out WATCH OUT! RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!

Race and Background

Like the other summer servants we’re not changing too much here. Kiyohime’s still a Dragonborn, though her exact color is up to you. If you’d prefer a flavor match, go red or gold. If you want an aesthetic match, go white. Regardless, you get +2 Strength and +1 Wisdom (thanks, Tasha), a Breath Weapon that deals damage based on your color, and Resistance to that damage as well. (Fire for red and gold, cold for white.) You can use this once per short rest, and its saving throw is 8 + your proficiency + your constitution modifier.

You’re also still an Urban Bounty Hunter. Your actual background is rather vague in-game, and this gives you perks for stalking people, giving you proficiency with Insight and Stealth. 

Ability Scores

Kiyohime’s a bit of a paradox thanks to how DND groups things in their stats. On one hand, being a good stalker requires good perception, a.k.a., good Wisdom. On the other, she’s got a madness enhancement. Fortunately she’s a lancer now, so there’s less reason to dump that stat. Second is Strength. Your naginata technique could use some work, but you’re enthusiastic, and that’s what counts. After that is Dexterity, because you’re quick on your feet. Your Constitution isn’t amazing, but you’re normally a glass cannon anyway. Your Intelligence isn’t amazing but it’s summer so it’s not like anyone’s going to notice. Finally, dump Charisma. It turns out constantly being on fire makes you unpopular in the middle of a heat wave, who knew?

Class Levels

1. Ranger 1: We’ll get your swimsuit on soon, but first: stalking! First level rangers learn a Favored Enemy, giving you advantage on survival and intelligence checks against them, plus an extra language. Grab Human to better track down your master, and Aasimar to keep tabs on another member of the My Room Trio. I know you have a truce going, but it’s best to play it safe. You’re also Canny, doubling your proficiency with Survival checks for all occasions, not just your favored prey.

Speaking of, you get proficiency with Strength and Dex saves, as well as Athletics, Survival and Perception, all going towards our final goal of becoming the ultimate stalker.

2. Monk 1: Your stalking expertise makes you so observant that you don’t even need armor to protect yourself. Your Unarmored Defense gives you an AC based on your dexterity and wisdom. 14 still isn’t amazing, but we’ll work on it. You also get Martial Arts, making your monk attacks (unarmed attacks and all weapons monks are proficient with) deal at least 1d4 damage, and growing as you level in the class. You can also use dexterity instead of strength when attacking, but you’re a stronk (strong monk), so we won’t be doing that. Also, when you make a monk attack as an action, you can make an unarmed attack as a bonus action. Give it your all, and I’m sure Anchin will notice you!

3. Ranger 2: Second level rangers learn a fighting style, and Dueling will help you deal solid damage with your spear while leaving your hand open for spells, dealing +2 damage with one-handed weapons. Oh, right, you also get Spells this level, they use your Wisdom to cast.

Absorb Elements will help you add a little fire to your attacks right away if you went the white dragon route, and Hunter’s Mark deals extra damage once per turn on your target, and also helps you stalk them no matter who they are, giving advantage on perception and survival checks to find them.

4. Ranger 3: If we want to get serious about this stalking business, we’ve got to turn to the conclave literally named after it. As a Gloom Stalker, you are a Dread Ambusher, adding your wisdom to your initiative. You also start each combat with an extra 10′ of movement your first turn. Also for one turn only, you can make an extra weapon attack, if it hits you deal an extra 1d8 damage.

That’s not all! Your Umbral Sight helps your dumb dragonborn eyes see in the dark, with 60 feet of darkvision. You’re also invisible to other creatures with darkvision when in darkness. That room is cramped at night, it’s hard to find a hiding space.

Like any good ranger, you get Primeval Awareness, burning a spell slot to sense aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead within 1 mile of you. It’s not super in canon, but keeping tags on the competition isn’t a bad idea.

Finally, spells: Searing Smite is a longer burn, for when you really want your opponent to suffer. You also get Disguise Self as a conclave spell.

5. Ranger 4: Use this Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Wisdom for stronger spells and better ambushes.

6. Ranger 5: Fifth level rangers get an Extra Attack each attack action, meaning you can now hit someone four times on your first turn: 2 from your normal attacks, 1 from dread ambusher, and 1 from martial arts. Nobody can say you’re not putting in effort.

You also learn second level spells this level! Locate Object is the closest thing to magical tracking we’re getting, but it’s fine. It’s not like Anchin would ever get rid of that bracelet you gave him, right? You also learn Rope Trick, allowing you to literally pop out of thin air when master shows up.

7. Monk 2: Your tracking’s solid, but we’re not that fast. Thankfully, the second level of monk fixes that with Unarmored Movement, giving you extra speed as you level up, as long as you don’t wear armor. You also get Ki Points equal to your monk level, which you can use to attack twice, dash, disengage, or dodge as a bonus action. They recharge each short rest.

8. Monk 3: You’re supposed to be Kiyohime, but we’ve been disturbingly short on fire so far. Let’s fix that. As a Four Elements monk, you become a Disciple of the Elements, giving you two elemental disciplines that you can spend ki points to activate. Elemental Attunement is free, using your action to perform small elemental effects like sensory effects, lighting candles, warming objects, and shaping elements. If you’re creative you can have fun with it, it’s basically prestidigitation. You also learn Sweeping Cinder Strike, spending 2 ki points to cast Burning Hands using your wisdom.

You can also Deflect Missiles as a reaction, reducing the pain arrows can cause you, and even letting you throw them back if you block all of it. Finally, your Ki-Fueled Attacks let you attack as a bonus action if you spend ki as your main action.

9. Monk 4: I’m allergic to odd numbers, so we’re using this ASI to become a Piercer. Your dexterity rounds out, and once per turn you can re-roll a die of piercing damage. You also deal an extra die of damage when making critical hits with piercing weapons. Turns out, you should use the pointy end. What will they think of next?

10. Monk 5: This extra attack doesn’t stack, but you do learn how to make Stunning Strikes, spending a ki point after attacking a foe to force them to make a constitution save or get stunned for a round. At least it’s not a complete dud.

11. Monk 6: Sixth level monks get Ki Empowered Strikes, making their unarmed attacks magical against resistances. You also learn a new elemental discipline: Clench of the North Wind lets you trap someone in a giant bell by casting Hold Person on them.

12. Ranger 6: Sixth level rangers get one more set of Favored Enemies: Grung finishes off the bedroom trio, but that still leaves you with another humanoid of your choice. You also become Roving, giving you an extra 5 feet of movement speed, as well as a climbing and swimming speed. Now there’s nowhere to run.

13. Monk 7: Evasion seems pretty common in these builds, huh? You probably know the drill by now: dex saves deal half damage on failures, 0 on successes. You also get Stillness of Mind, letting you end an effect that’s frightening or charming you as an action. You only have eyes for Master, after all.

14. Monk 8: Use this ASI to make your Strength even higher for better stabbings.

15. Monk 9: With your Unarmored Movement Improvement, you can now run up walls and over water. Okay, now there’s nowhere to run.

16. Monk 10: Our final level of monk gives you a Purity of Body that makes you immune to disease and poison. Your internal body temperature’s probably pretty high. Plus, you’re saving yourself for master, no germs allowed. 

17. Ranger 7: Back in gloom stalker, your Iron Mind gives you proficiency in Wisdom saves. If someone tried to control your mind, that might stop you from killing protecting Anchin, how horrible!

You also learn Pass Without Trace, for advanced stalking techniques.

18. Ranger 8: Use your last ASI to max out your Wisdom for the best survival and perception checks. You’re also Fleet of Foot, letting you ignore nonmagical difficult terrain and plants, as well as giving you advantage on saves against magical plants. Crawling through tight spaces is no problem for you, you practically own the vents in Chaldea.

19. Ranger 9: Ninth level rangers get third level spells. Elemental Weapon lets you add a bit of firepower to your spear and make it magical, while Fear is just your general effect on people.

20. Ranger 10: Our final level makes you Tireless, giving you temporary hp as an action six times per long rest. You also remove levels of exhaustion on short rests now.

You can also Hide in Plain Sight, creating camouflage over a minute that adds +10 to your stealth checks as long as you don’t move from your position. Being a true stalker requires patience, and an intimate knowledge of your prey’s habits. Also, a lot of mud, surprisingly. Covering yourself is easy. Covering the rest of the hallway so you’re disguised? That’s the hard part.

Pros:

With doubled proficiency, a maxed out wisdom stat, and advantage, you make for a pretty good stalker. Track down the love of your life, and don’t take no for an answer!

Finding them is only half the game- the other half is mobility. You’ve got 55 feet of movement speed (65 on the first turn), and you can climb, swim, or just walk on water to reach your goals. Most people can’t outspeed you, and almost nothing can get out of your reach.

Speaking of first turns, you can make five attacks in that first turn of combat. Combine that with something like Elemental Weapon and your already prodigious spear skills and you can deal some serious damage before they even know what hit them.

Cons:

For a melee fighter your HP isn’t amazing, especially with your AC that only reaches 17 by the end of the build. Stay light on your feet, you’ll need it.

Semi-related, but a lot of your spells require concentration, meaning you can’t have them all up at once and you might waste a slot if you get sucker punched after casting.

Monks like bonus actions, Rangers like bonus actions, but you certainly don’t like bonus actions. Basically, you have way too much stuff to keep up with that all use your bonus actions to do so. It’s rare that “too many options” is a bad thing, but here we are.

[heartsywritesthethings]

Karasuno Secret Santa 3

Part 1 Part 2

TW: This chapter has mentions of domestic abuse.

“Hey, Asahi, have you seen Nishinoya around?” Ennoshita asked his upperclassman. It was strange, he hadn’t even heard from Noya all day and typically he could at least hear that kid from a few doors down.

“I haven’t. Why?” Asahi asked, frowning in concern. Noya had left his place last night to stay at his own home, but that shouldn’t be a reason to completely skip out on class, right? Maybe that idiot overslept again. Asahi did remember having to basically drag him out of the extra bed and get his butt to class.

“I dunno, I just got a weird feeling. And none of his classmates have seen him. Could you give him the homework before the practice game today?” Ennoshita said, handing over a small pile of papers for Noya to finish. While it was true that most of the players knew where each other lived, it just felt weird for him to just go drop by his house. He figured since Asahi and him were so close that it would be better to hear from him instead. 

“Sure, no problem.” Asahi responded. With a small nod, Ennoshita turned and went back down the hall. Asahi looked at the paperwork for a moment before putting it all in his bag to take to Nishinoya later. While it wasn’t unusual for Noya to be late to school, today did feel a little different. It was obvious that Ennoshita felt it too

Asahi knew that Noya hated staying at his own home, so he was allowed to basically live at Asahi’s for the last year or so. One day he had just…shown up at his front door with a pillow and a bag of clothes, announcing that they were going to have the best sleepover ever. Then he just…rarely left. Asahi never really questioned him about it though. He understood that sometimes home life can be rough, even though he had never quite experienced it himself. His parents were kind and understanding, also never really questioning why Noya was suddenly staying at the house. While at times it felt like he had just gained a little brother, it felt more like he had gained a pet. Something that he had to constantly remind to eat, sleep, and walk. Nishinoya at home was a completely different person than the Nishinoya everyone knew on the volleyball court. 

Asahi mulled this thought over in his head as he walked towards Noya’s house. He wondered what Noya’s home life could possibly be if he was that desperate to live anywhere else. Maybe he had parents who argued all the time? Mean siblings? Or maybe he had just needed an excuse to get closer with Asahi. Not that the tall third year really minded the attention, but the thought did nag him from time to time.

Finally, Asahi reached Noya’s doorstep. He took out the paperwork from his bag and knocked politely at the door. Despite his best efforts, sometimes people would call the police on him solely based on his appearance. Asahi never really got into any trouble though, it was more annoying than anything.

The man who opened the door wasn’t Noya, but a man who bore a striking resemblance. He was much taller than Asuhi was (surprising, considering how short Noya was), same facial structure, and the same crazy dark hair. This must be his father.

“H-hello, sir,” Asahi said, bowing in respect to his elder. “I came to pick up my friend for volleyball practice and also to bring him his work for the day,”

The man looked down on Asahi, scowling as if Asahi had just said that a dog had just pooped in his lawn. They stared at each other for a moment longer before the door closed in Asahi’s face. Asahi straightened up and stared at the door in utter confusion. What…exactly was he supposed to do now? He could just leave the paperwork here and hope that Noya would find it in the bushes. That would never work. Noya would probably see the work, yeah, but he would never put forth the effort to fish it out of the bushes. 

“Asahi!” Noya’s voice chirped up from above. For just a moment, Asahi thought that maybe Noya hit him on the head too hard the other day at practice. He looked up and saw his friend crouching on top of the roof. Noya was crouched like a bird with two bags of clothes right next to him. Although the guy was smiling, the dark circles under his eyes and the bruising around his cheeks told another story. 

“Catch!” Noya said, tossing down the two bags he had. Asahi didn’t really think, just moved in the way of both bags. He caught one just fine, but the other smacked him square in the shoulder and practically knocked him over. Noya laughed as the papers fluttered in the wind. 

“Nice catch, Asahi! You should be the next libero.” Noya teased. Asahi couldn’t help but to smile even though his shoulder was throbbing and his brain was screaming that something was wrong. 

“You dumbass, now I have to find all of your homework,” Asuhi said, immediately moving to gather up all of the papers that were fluttering away slowly from him. As he picked up a couple of papers, he noticed that his friend wasn’t moving away from the ledge of the roof. 

“What’s taking you so long? Get down from there and let’s go.” Asahi told him, waving for him to come down. Noya’s smile slipped a little, looking back at his open bedroom window.

“Yu Nishinoya!” Noya’s father yelled, so loud that even Asuhi could hear it from where he was standing on the lawn. 

“Think fast!,” Noya said and then he did the unthinkable. 

He jumped. 

Asahi dropped everything and rushed over to the area where Noya would be falling. Thankfully, he slowed down the little libero’s fall with his own body. Asahi had managed to get his arms around Noya before they both tumbled to the ground. 

“Noya, you okay?” Asahi asked, looking up at his friend. Noya was quick on his feet, scrambling to grab both bags of clothes and then ran back to Asahi.

“Come on, let’s go!” Noya said, still smiling, but it was definitely strained. He was sweating…nervous. Though, this was different from his nerves from volleyball games. Asahi didn’t question this though, just getting up to his feet and following his friend.

After they had gotten far enough, they both stopped running, stopping on at a street corner to catch their breaths.

“Well, at least all my homework is gone. Great job on that, Asahi. Now I can go to sleep at a normal time!” Noya said, giving the third year a thumbs up. As he did so, his sleeve rode up, displaying more bruising. Asuhi remembered a few weeks ago when Noya had also shown up at practices with bruising up and down his arms. His only excuse was–

“I accidentally slammed my face on the floor practicing my receives. So stupid, right? I spent all night working on it, so I overslept. Didn’t miss me too much at school, did ya?” Noya said, smiling just as widely as ever. It was as if nothing weird was happening. As if they hadn’t just run from his own father.

“Noya, stop,” Asahi said, stepping closer to him. Noya’s mouth shut tight. Asahi sighed, running his hand through his own hair as he thought about what to say next. “Look, you don’t have to tell he is going on with you and your…dad.”

Noya didn’t respond, just looking away from his friend.

“But, please don’t lie about stuff like this. Not to me. Not to the team.” Asahi told him, patting his head on top of Noya’s spiky hair. Noya looked up, his smile gone and tears sparkling the edges of his eyes. Asahi pulled Noya close, resting his chin on the top of Noya’s head. They stood like this for a moment. However long Noya needed. Finally, Noya pulled away, quickly wiping away any tears that may have fallen down his cheeks. 

“Come on, Karasuno needs their court guardian for this practice game,” Asahi said, turning around and crouching slightly. Eventually, Noya got the message, climbing onto Asahi’s back. 

Asahi carried Nishinoya back to the gym, holding onto both of the bags of clothes as well. It was a little heavy, but he felt like he needed Noya to know that Asahi would never leave his side. Would never just leave him alone during his struggle, whether it was on the court or not. Noya was the one who convinced him to get back into the volleyball club. He had never given up on him, even when Asahi had given up on himself. 

When they finally got to the gym, Noya jumped off of Asahi’s back and ran to the gym’s entrance excitedly.

“Who are we playing?” Asahi asked, figuring that if Noya wanted them both to move on from today’s events, then Asuhi would let him.

“Nekoma! Looks like another cats versus crows!” Noya said excitedly, tossing off his shoes and scrambling to quickly put his gym shoes on. Asahi smiled and set down the bags of clothes by his shoes, peeking in to see how the game was going. It was close, with Karasuno behind 14-15. Noya rushed over to the locker room, yelling to the others that the best libero in the world was soon to save this game in the honor of the crows. Asahi changed his shoes and stepped in the gym, waiting for Noya to be out of sight before he made his way over to Coach Ukai.

“Coach, I just need a minute,” Asahi said. He felt so awkward, as if he were letting the coach in on a secret he shouldn’t tell. Maybe he should just keep these things to himself…Noya would probably be embarrassed if anyone knew. 

No.

He had to tell someone. 

“Ah, are you here to explain why our best libero and the ace of Karasuno are late?” Coach Ukai said, his eyebrow twitching with the effort to remain calm. Sudden outbursts may distract his players on the court.

“Uh…yeah! Sorry about that, coach. It was for a good reason, I swear!” Asahi said hurriedly, raising his hands defensively. 

“Oh, yeah? I’d like to hear it.” Coach responded, crossing his arms over his chest, still keeping his eyes on the game as the ball bounced and rallied from one side to the other. 

“Uh, it’s about Noya’s bruises…” Asahi mumbled, crouching down so as to not be heard by any of the benched players. 

Coach Ukai took Asahi by surprise, standing up immediately and taking Asahi by the man-bun, and dragging him out of the gym.

“Takeda, you’re in charge until I get back!” Ukai yelled over his shoulder. 

“Uh, yes Coach!” Takeda said nervously, looking between the disappearing coach and the unfolding game. It must be important as Ukai didn’t even bat an eye when Karasuno earned another point, tying the game.

“So, Noya’s bruising. It’s not because of his rough practicing at home, is it?” Coach Ukai asked, looking over at Karasuno’s ace with skeptical eyes. 

“Uh…no.” Asahi grumbled, glancing inside the gym again. Noya had now joined the benched players, though it looked as if he were searching for Asahi and the coach. 

“I was afraid as much,” Coach Ukai sighed. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and clicked on a lighter.

“You knew?” Asahi asked, trying to douse the anger beginning to boil in his stomach. If Coach knew, then why–

“No. I mean, not really, anyways. Takeda had his suspicions as a faculty member, but there was nothing that they could really pin down. Otherwise the authorities would be notified.” Coach Ukai said, taking a large drag from his cigarette. Asahi took a deep breath to calm himself down. Coach Ukai placed a hand on Asahi’s shoulder and gave him a small smile in an attempt to put him at ease.

“Come on, ace, let’s get back in there before the others start askin’ dumb questions,” Coach said, gently nudging Asahi towards the door. He took one last drag of his cigarette before stomping it out on the ground.

“Oh, one more thing,” Coach said, and Asahi stopped, one foot in the gym. “Do you know why Kageyama has been actin’ weird lately? He seemed nervous as hell before learning the team we were playing,”

“Really?” Asahi asked. He thought about it for a moment. “He must be worried about playing a team with his old teammates. I think Hinata said that a couple of his teammates were on Aoba Johsai.”

Asahi went back into the gym with a small shrug. Coach Ukai mulled this thought around in his head for a moment or two. It would make sense, especially considering Kageyama’s fear of having no one to set to. Still, it didn’t sit right with him. 

“That was amazing! You were all like WHOOSH and then ZOOM and then BAM!” Hinata praised, jumping around Nishinoya like an excited puppy. 

“It’s because of all my awesome practice at home.” Noya chuckled with a smug grin on his face.

“Wow. He really takes volleyball to a whole other level.” Hinata and Tanaka praised, both with their hands over their hearts. 

“Only the best for the Karasuno crows!” Noya said proudly, pointing at the final point score of their final third set. Karasuno had (finally) won 25-23.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get back home.” Asahi said fondly, rolling his eyes. He could only let this gloating go so far before those three yelled so loudly that they burst their vocal chords.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten, Hinata! You’re dead!” Kageyama yelled from across the gym. Hinata yelped and rushed over to Nekoma’s team, hiding behind Kenma. 

“Protect me!” Hinata pleaded, holding Kenma by the shoulders and using him as a human shield. 

Asahi grabbed Noya by the collar and picked him up, dragging him out of the gym.

“Asahi! Stop! I wanna see Hinata and Kageyama fight again! No fair!” Noya whined, trying to catch a glimpse of the action.

“If you’re not careful, I may tell the team just how ticklish their own libero is. You wouldn’t want that, right?” Asahi said quietly, raising an eyebrow at Noya. A shiver ran up Noya’s spine at just the thought. He pouted and followed Asahi a little more willingly. 

They changed their shoes and each took a bag of Noya’s clothes. Without too much grumbling, Noya began walking with Asahi back to Asahi’s house. About halfway there, most of the regular energy had drained out of him.

“Thank you, Asahi.” Noya said. Asahi smiled and ruffled Noya’s hair.

“I’ve always got your back,”

(3/25)

-GA!babe

[maatryoshkaa]

young god | chapter 4

serial killer!han jisung au

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | epilogue |

word count: 1.8k

warnings: themes of domestic abuse, descriptions of violence, and foul language.

description: jisung keeps getting flashbacks, and he’s determined to do whatever it takes to keep them at bay. tonight, however, he makes one mistake that sends everything spiralling out of control.

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04| two roads diverged

A light fog was seeping into the night air when Jisung stepped out of your apartment complex, flinging the empty takeout boxes into the Dumpsters as he staggered past. There were no cars on the street at this hour, the campus having shut it gates an hour or so earlier. He checked his phone. 1:00 A.M. on the dot. 

He ducked into an alleyway -- a shortcut -- which was also dim, lined sparsely with flickering street lamps that split his shadow into distorted fragments. In his peripheral vision, it almost looked like someone was following him. Yanking his hood over his head, Jisung began walking faster.

“You’re dead,” he mumbled, eyes darting around as he wove through the alleys. A dull throbbing was beginning to ebb and wane in his head. “You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re supposed to be dead.”

His fist slammed into the brick wall on the last word, entire body slumping forward. The sound of his own heavy breathing seemed to echo in his ears as he screwed his eyes shut, images flashing behind his eyelids. Your smiling face under the veil of moonlight, eyes softened into crescents. Her bled-out, empty one, eyes staring back at him but not seeing. Jisung had thought he could take it -- the hot flashes of memories you seemed to draw out of him without even trying. He’d thought that maybe, he could last one night, that if you were by his side, the nightmares would finally stay at bay. That maybe, if you thought that he was a normal boy, he could convince himself, too.

Feet feeling like they were dragging through cement, he stumbled to the end of the alleyway, which opened up into the clearing of a park. In front of him now was a children’s playground. During the day, it was alight with shrieks of laughter and joy, mothers and fathers chasing their delighted children up and down slides and colourful swing sets. Now, however, it was hollow and barren as a graveyard, cold metal waiting for the new day to bring back its warmth.

On his left lay the Yellow Wood, where two paths of the park diverged into a thicket of sparse forest. Across from the playground, Jisung could see the main street, lined with shops. Their windows were dark now -- if he wasn’t wrong, the latest shop on campus closed at 1 A.M. -- the buzzing of their dim neon signs echoing like sinister whispers down the empty street. 

Jisung felt two eyes watching him, the back of his neck prickling, and he turned to see a stray dog, small and scraggly. It had floppy ears and matted fur that might have once been blond -- like a teddy bear that had been through the wash one too many times. Letting out an incredulous laugh, Jisung bent down, shaking fingers reaching to scratch it behind its ears. A breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding escaped his lips. He was okay. He was still in control.

“Why the fuck are you crying? Get the fuck up.”

Jisung’s head snapped in the direction of the voice, squinting through the hazy darkness. He held his breath, and heard muffled crying, the voices growing closer.

“I said, stop crying!” 

A sharp slap rang through the night air, and Jisung’s hand froze in the stray dog’s fur. He narrowed his eyes, making out the outlines of two figures by park entrance. It was a man who was speaking -- yelling, really -- his voice slurred, evidently drunk. Cowering in front of him, face buried in her hands, was a smaller woman. The man’s hand shot out again, seizing a fistful of her hair.

“Fuckin’ bitch. You want to leave me? I’d like t’ see you try.” He yanked her head up, sneering. “If you make another sound, I swear I’ll--”

Crunch.

Jisung didn’t register his feet moving across the playground until he felt his fist connect with the man’s jaw, sending him flying back with a surprised squawk. When the man turned his head back, eyes blazing with fury and confusion, one flared nostril was gushing blood.

“What the--who the fuck are you?” The man’s voice was shrill, gruff hands shoving at Jisung’s chest. “Do you want to die?”

Jisung glanced at the girl, whose hands had flown to her mouth in shock. The two looked as if they’d been back from a night out, the girl--a brunette--wearing black heels, a ripped, damaged blouse, and a skirt. The man looked not much older than Jisung -- maybe a senior, it was too dark to tell. Tears shone on the girl’s cheeks, an angry red welt where her boyfriend had hit her blooming across her face. Jisung’s eyes flashed back and forth between her and the man, back to her again, head beginning to spin. 

This was all so, so familiar.

“I asked you a question, kid!” The man was still screaming, the stench of alcohol on his hot breath momentarily jarring Jisung out of his thoughts. “Hey, are y’ fucking crazy or sumn’--”

Wrenching himself from the man’s grasp, Jisung snapped his arm back and buried his elbow in his face. Blood seeped through his hoodie as the man gave a roar of pain, crashing to the ground. The girl screamed, and Jisung turned to her. She flinched, and he jerked his head towards the main street. “Get...out of here. Go--go home.”

Her wide eyes flickered from her boyfriend, who was currently groaning on the pavement, to Jisung, and took off running. The sound of her frantic heels clicking grew fainter as Jisung stepped closer to the man, who was scrambling to his feet like a chicken with its head cut off. Sighing, Jisung looked around -- his apartment was still a few blocks away, but making a scene on the main road was practically begging for someone to see. His eyes landed on the Yellow Wood.

Ah. That would do.

Seizing the man by the front of his jacket, which was already wet with dark blood from his shattered nose, Jisung dragged the drunk across the artificial sand, through the playground, and into the forest, stopping only when the glow of the street lamps had disappeared behind them, and slammed him against a tree. The man felt like a bag of wet cement and moved like one, too -- limbs sluggish and waterlogged with too much alcohol. Jisung shook his head, a humourless laugh bubbling in his throat. Some people almost seemed to be looking for death.

“Wha--whaddaya think you’re doing? Who--you can’t--”

Jisung picked up a rock from the base of the tree, fingers absently rubbing its cool, jagged surface. It was heavy, with one blunt side. His head was beginning to pound again, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he studied the man. Fear was scrawled all over his features, fingers scrabbling against the tree as he tried -- hopelessly -- to crawl away.

“H-hey! Calm down! I w-won’ do it again, promise -- j-jus’ lemme--”

“You have his eyes,” Jisung breathed, and drove the rock down. They were all he could see -- those eyes, the same ones from thirteen years ago, burning into his own, soaking his vision with red, red, red, as his fist came down again, and again, and again. His own face felt wet, the metallic tang of someone else’s blood trickling through his lips as it spurted from the dying man’s gaping mouth. The screams had turned to gurgles, the hard skull he was striking was beginning to cave in, the jerking of the man’s body beneath him subsiding into feeble twitches instead. And yet the blood in Jisung’s ears was still roaring, and his head was still splitting apart, a thousand voices hissing in his mind.

You killed her. You killed her. You. Killed. Her.

                                                ────────

Yang Jeongin wiped away the sweat dripping into his eyes, slapping his face lightly to stay awake as he pedalled through the alleyways, a list of deliveries rustling in his hand. He had just dropped off his last parcel. Earlier today, he’d gotten hired for deliveries at another store -- this one specialized in late-night shipments, with his latest one running until 1 in the morning. It was probably closer to 2 A.M. now.

Jeongin stifled a yawn. He’d been up since 5 in the morning, and, though he was used to working long hours, he had to admit that this first day was a little hard. Near the end of his shift, his mind had begun to wander to his one-bedroom apartment -- sure, it was small and rundown, and the AC was broken beyond repair, but it was still home. He thought of the warm herbal tea he would drink before crashing for the night. He thought of the stray dog -- it was small and scraggly, and looked more like a worn-out teddy bear -- that often slept outside his window, and smiled, pedalling faster.

His hand reached into his back pocket and pressed the Record button on his Walkman, straightening his earbuds before speaking.

“I.N. here!” He cleared his throat, voice a little hoarse and out of breath from all the biking he’d done. “It is currently...2:04 A.M.! It’s my first late-night delivery -- or is it early-morning? Anyways, it’s exciting, huh? The whole campus seems to be sleeping; no one’s out on these streets at this hour. It feels pretty cool, like I’m carrying out a secret mission or something.

“Anyways. Why did I take up another job? Well, today Hyunjin -- he’s the barista, owner, really, of Glow Cafe -- asked me why I didn’t apply for, you know, a driver’s license or something. At first, I thought, well, there’s no point -- I can’t afford a car, anyways. But --” he let out a long sigh, and laughed. “I’ve decided that it’s worth a try, right?

“I want to pay off my student loans soon. Maybe fix my bike up. It’ll be hard at first, but nothing Yang Jeongin can’t take! Me and my bike, we’re unstoppable.”

He turned onto the main road, cutting into the children’s playground across the storefronts. He knew Miroh Heights like the back of his own hand -- every nook and cranny, hidden alleyways and shortcuts -- and the trail that ran through Yellow Wood led almost straight to his neighbourhood. The leaves and fallen tree branches rustled and snapped beneath the wheels of his bicycle as Jeongin hummed lightly.

Not too far into the Wood, though, an odd sound began to prick at his ears. Was that...breathing? Or just the wind? He looked around, and, as his eyes adjusted in the darkness, he saw the vague shape of...a boy? The figure had his back turned to Jeongin, and was trembling -- as if an electric current was running through him. 

Jeongin skidded to a stop and hopped off his bike, pulling out an earbud. “Hello? Is everything okay over there?”

Silence.

The boy had his hood up, and seemed to be holding something heavy in one hand. Jeongin stepped closer, and realised with a start that there was another man -- was it a man? -- lying at his feet.

“U-um. Is he--do you need help? I can call an ambulance. What hap--”

Without warning, the boy swung around and slammed a rock straight into Jeongin’s head.

[princessselene126]

Nodrian OTP Headcanons

Copy and pasted 17-21 from an ask, but the rest are all new. Enjoy babes.

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? They both rock it because they’re reckless heathens. The people above them yell to stop. Or if the team or Adrian’s family are with, they’ll tell Nova and Adrian to stop too.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Nova. Adrian is hot okay (I imagine he looks like a young Chidi Anagonye)? Nova is always dtf if he is--which he often is.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? Adrian likes bathing together. He likes washing Nova’s hair, taking care of her. It took a while for her to be okay with him doing little things for her, but she eventually learns to relish it. Nova tries to make it sexy times, but not as often as you’d think. She’d rather be in a bed or against a dry wall thankyouverymuch.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? While they’re living in the mansion, it’s impossible to do that, but once they get their own apartment? Adrian does it on rare occasions. Nova laughs and tells him to put clothes on. He refuses, kisses her, and then Nova pushes him toward their bedroom to get down and dirty.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Since she doesn’t sleep (very often), Nova does. But most of the time when they get into a fight she leaves the apartment and goes to HQ to work. Adrian calls and asks her to come home within a few hours.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? Adrian does so he can sketch her later.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? I can’t remember who said it in canon because my memory is terrible. I’d have to say Adrian though. Only when he knows Nova is ready to hear it.

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Nova is a sweatshirt thief. Adrian is constantly wondering where is sweatshirts are going when he suddenly sees Nova wrapped up in one.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Neither wakes the other up. If they had an interesting dream, they tell the other about it in the morning.  Nova has the most nightmares. They’re usually about her family being killed, sometimes they’re about Ace or Honey during the cathedral battle. Adrian knows she doesn’t like to talk about it--except for in therapy--so he pulls her close and hums to calm her down. She doesn’t fall back asleep, but it relaxes her.

10) Who is more likely to cheat? Again, we’re going to pretend this isn’t about cheating on another person because neither of them would ever do that. When it comes to games? Adrian does because he knows Nova is better at strategy than he is.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? “Ohhhhhhhh Nova you had a crush on me? That’s so embarrassing!” “Adrian, we’re married.”

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen? Adrian. He just flicked a frozen pea at her once. Nova raised her eyebrow and asked, “You really want to do that?” He flicked another pea at her and then it was all out war.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Adrian initiates duets and Nova rolls her eyes at how cheesy he is. Adrian is also the better singer.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? Once Nova realizes that she can, she’s the one that reaches out for his hand all the time. Nova grabs Adrian’s butt because “hot damn.” Adrian slides his arm around her waist just because he can. Sometimes he rests his con on the top of her head. He’s also the one to put his fingers in her belt loops because he loves to have physical contact with her whenever he can.

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist? They both do and neither knows about it because they only do it when they’re wearing long sleeves.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Nova is very seductive when she’s drunk, so seductive that Adrian may or may not start drooling. Adrian is louder in bed.

17) Who is more protective? Nova. Have you seen that woman? She goes feral when Adrian is in danger.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Nova is awake more often than Adrian is, so she talks to him.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? They take turns. Nova is the better driver of the two of them though, so I feel like she would slightly more often. I think they’d like to go on late night drives to nowhere when Adrian can’t fall asleep at night.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? I think Nova falls asleep in Adrian’s lap more often than he falls asleep in hers just because she’s not used to sleeping and therefore doesn’t expect to fall asleep. It always makes Adrian smile. He gently picks her up and carries her to bed, then usually lays with her until she either wakes up or he falls asleep himself.

21) Who cuts the others hair? Adrian cuts Nova’s hair. He’s surprisingly good at it.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? Adrian is terrible at sexting. He drinks so much respect women juice that it’s impossible for him. Adrian sends Nova lots of encouraging messages when he knows she’s having a hard day.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? At first it’s Nova, but then she does through therapy and starts to believe in herself more, so it’s not much of an issue. Neither is very worried about losing the other. Nova thinks she keeps messing up because, well she did keep messing up, Adrian assures her that it’s all in the past and he’s proud of who she is.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Adrian grabs Nova’s wrists and tugs her out of her seat to dance with him all the time. Nova says that he’s ridiculous, but she not-so-secretly loves it. Nova is small but she’s strong. She likes to pick him up in her arms and kiss him once in a while.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush? Adrian. And it’s actually more sex jokes than it is puns, which surprised Nova a lot.

26) Who kissed first? I only read supernova 3 months ago and i literally can’t remember who kissed who first--though now that I think of it their first kiss was in Arch Enemies, wasn’t it? I’m going to say Nova kissed Adrian first just for the heck of it. She probably did it to distract him from something then realized how much she liked kissing him.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? Nova orders take out at two in the morning because she’s awake at that late more often than Adrian is. When they were living in the mansion, Nova would wake him up to come with her, but once they moved into their own place that stopped.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them? Neither. But Adrian does draw Nova a lot. Sometimes he gives them to her, others he keeps in his sketchbook to look at when she’s not around and he misses her.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? Neither. They both have too much common sense for that. They like to watch and laugh at Oscar when he does it for Ruby though.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Adrian has glasses but he doesn’t seem embarrassed to wear them. When they get older, Nova starts to need reading glasses and she hates wearing them. Adrian tells her she looks adorable, which makes her even more annoyed.

Send me numbers and a ship

[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 3 of 29)

          Paul fretted and complained ad-nauseum. He didn’t want to see the psychic this soon; it was too much pressure. He didn’t have any clothes. Or rather, he had clothes, just nothing he wanted to wear. Gene knew he had at least two dresses—the black floral with the bell sleeves from his drag birthday party back in January, and a black polka-dot number from another party—and a substantial assortment of women’s blouses. What he didn’t have, and what Gene knew for a fact he didn’t have, was anything that fit correctly. No pants that would’ve worked. All Paul’s blouses and dresses were cut far too widely at the shoulders for him now. He’d be drowning in them.

           “Look, Paul, you can’t run around in a bathrobe all day,” Gene countered, although he suspected that was what Paul had been doing for most of the last five days. “What did you wear to Peaches?”

           “The dress from my birthday. It’s in the washing machine.”

           “Are you even wearing underwear?”

           At any other time, with a girl that looked like Paul, the question would’ve been a teasing come-on. Right now, it was a serious indictment of his hygiene.

           “I have on boxers.” Paul shot him an aggrieved look as he said it. “What’s it matter to you, anyway?”

           “They’re probably about to fall off, is why it matters.” Gene grunted, trying to think. “What shoes did you wear out?”

           “I stuffed some heels with tissue paper.”

           That was a start, at least. Gene sighed.

           “You’ll feel better with real clothes on. And I’ll feel better when your tits aren’t falling out of your bathrobe.”

           Paul glanced down reflexively and bit his lip, untying and then retying the robe a little more snugly.

           “I’ll get the other dress,” he mumbled, padding out of the kitchen without a backwards glance. Gene watched him retreat, waiting until he heard the bedroom door shut before he got up and opened Paul’s pantry door again, pushing past the groceries he’d already shelved.

           He didn’t really expect to find anything good in there. Paul was almost pathologically afraid of gaining weight. He was always at his worst about it right before tours, too. Gene would catch him at the pool, staring at his chest and stomach like they’d personally offended him just by existing at all. He honestly seemed to think he could starve his way into a set of abs. The burden of being the band’s sex symbol, Gene supposed, pushing aside some packages of instant ramen and TVP (weird, if Paul was trying vegetarianism, that’d just add another expense to their tour budget—not that they’d have a tour if he didn’t get fixed) to find a small, shameful stack of Hershey’s chocolate bars.

           He deserved something after the stress and frustrated arousal of the last hour or so. Gene took the entire stack of candy back to the kitchen island. He hadn’t even sat down before tearing into the first chocolate bar, and he’d only gotten two rows of it down his throat before Paul reemerged, in the black polka-dot dress from the drag party.

           For a minute, Gene forgot he was eating.

           Oh, the dress didn’t fit right. Too baggy in the shoulders, as expected, and the style was frumpy, not really showing off his figure much, besides his chest, still not contained with a bra. But Paul looked… pretty good. Definitely better than he had in the bathrobe. His curly hair was a lot less matted, and it seemed like he was standing a bit straighter.

           “Cute.”

           Paul shifted uncomfortably.

           “I still don’t want to see the psychic today.”

           “I haven’t made an appointment yet. It’s fine.” It was late afternoon, anyway. Gene didn’t know what hours psychics kept—if Ace was their clientele, chances were good they weren’t nine to five—but something kept him from trying Suzie’s number yet. He wasn’t sure if it was just not wanting to put Paul through more discomfort than he had to today, or if it was something else. Something like wanting to spend some time with him.

           “You’re eating my candy.”

           Gene snapped a clean row off the chocolate bar, holding it up to Paul like an offering. Paul shook his head.

          “I’ll pay you back with dinner, then, how’s that?”

           “Will you?”

           “Dinner and a movie.”

           “Oh, come off it, Gene—”

            “Takeout and a movie. How about it?”

           “Only if it’s on Masterpiece Theatre.”

           “No. You’re fucking miserable. I’m getting you out of the house at least for the movie bit.” Gene started to smile, reaching over and sticking the last bit of chocolate in Paul’s mouth on impulse. Paul looked embarrassed, but he took it, licking his lips after he swallowed. It was more distracting than Gene had expected. “Have you seen Smokey and the Bandit yet?”

           “No.”

           “I haven’t, either. C’mon. You can drive us to the movie theater.” In what he hoped might be the clincher, Gene added two words he’d rarely spoken. “I’ll pay.”

           “But it’s like you said. I don’t have a license right now.”

           “You’re also an ex-cabbie. I’m not too concerned.”

           Paul’s brows were still furrowed. But it looked like he was considering it.

           “Then what about getting recognized? Maybe I don’t need to worry about that right now, but you do, and—”

           “So let me worry about that, okay? Just relax.” He was trying too hard, maybe. Shrugging off legitimate concerns. If Paul did get pulled over, chances were pretty good the officer would look the other way at his lack of a matching license. Gene could play the celebrity card if he had to in order to evade any real trouble. He was loath to do that under normal circumstances, and he didn’t enjoy the thought of breaking the law, if only by a supernatural technicality, but if it got Paul out of the house, then he’d go for it.

           Getting recognized at the movie theater was the problem—Gene didn’t know how Paul would react to cameras flashing in his face when he was like this—but he was prepared to risk it anyway. Besides, half of being recognized lay in dressing the part of a rockstar, and that went for whoever he had on his arm, too. The blue jeans and polyester button-down he was wearing right now were toned-down enough from his usual fare, and Paul’s dress was oversized and out of style. Hopefully, all that would let them go to the movies unnoticed.

           “Okay.”

           “You’ll go?”

           “Yeah. I’ll go.”

           “Good.” The corner of Gene’s mouth lifted up. “Cheapest date I’ve had in years, Paul.”

           Paul flipped him off and snatched the rest of the stack of chocolate bars back. It was, Gene thought, a small price to pay to watch Paul flush all the way to his neck.

--

           They didn’t get pulled over, and they didn’t get recognized. Paul opened the door for Gene into the theater, the way he always did, which afforded him some weird looks from the other moviegoers, but that was about it. Smooth sailing.

           Gene got takeout from a Chinese restaurant nearby afterwards. They ended up eating it in the car on the drive back, Paul picking out eggrolls from the boxes and stuffing them in his mouth guilelessly. Gene got the impression he hadn’t eaten all day. He even tried to eat the fried rice while he drove, with the box in his lap, but Gene put a stop to that, and after awhile he started sticking forkfuls of rice in front of Paul’s face as a compromise. Apart from nearly missing a turn a few miles from his house, it didn’t seem like it distracted Paul too badly. If he’d noticed Gene’s pants tenting with every forkful, he never mentioned it.

           In fact, it seemed like Paul was in better shape now. The only time he really faltered was when he turned on the radio, to check on the traffic, only for “Rock and Roll All Nite” to come blaring in. He didn’t say anything, but his shoulders slumped, and he turned it off so quickly, and so hard, Gene was almost afraid he’d broken the radio button.

           “We’ll get you fixed, Paul, I promise.”

           “What if we can’t?”

           “We’ll do it.” Gene didn’t want to think of the alternative. Paul had probably thought enough about it for both of them. They’d never be able to keep the band going with a girl fronting. Their image wasn’t right for that. Maybe Paul could keep writing songs, or Gene could pull some strings and get him signed to Casablanca as a solo act… no, that’d kill him. All of that would just kill him. Despite all the cracks forming in the band, Paul wanted to go solo about as much as Frank Sinatra wanted to join the Beach Boys. “Trust me.”

           Paul nodded dully, before glancing up at the rearview mirror. He seemed to only just then realize he was pulling into his own driveway.

           “Oh, shit. Did you want me to take you home? I forgot.”

           “Nah, it’s fine.”

           “You sure? I don’t mind driving.”

           “I’m sure.”

           “Then use my phone and call your chauffeur.” Paul parked the car, automatically trying to put the keys in a pocket the dress didn’t have. Gene shook his head, getting out of the car.

           “It’s past eleven. I’ll just stay at your place.” That was better for both of them. More convenient than Gene having his driver take him home, and then back the next day. Plus, he figured Paul could use the company. He had the feeling the kid who’d brought his groceries and Peter were the only other people Paul had spoken to since he’d been cursed. “Hell, I’ll even shower.”

           “You’d better.” Paul unlocked the door, letting him in. Gene stepped inside, expecting Paul to point him toward the guest bedroom. Instead, he hesitated, taking off the tissue-stuffed heels and sticking them on a shoe rack without a word.

           “I will.”

           “Would you stay with me?” Paul burst into the words all of a sudden, then added, “Not like that. I don’t wanna fuck you.”

           That made one of them, Gene thought dryly. God. Someone as self-conscious as Paul couldn’t be completely oblivious to the effect his new form was having on Gene. Couldn’t think Gene was just teasing him. Gene wasn’t sure if it was denial on Paul’s part or what. Sleeping in the same bed as Paul, when Paul was a shade under six-foot, hairy-chested, and guaranteed to be prickly-faced by noon had never been an enticing prospect, just something he’d had to deal with every so often over the years. Sleeping in the same bed as Paul now that he was a chick…

           “I’m the same person, you know.” So he wasn’t oblivious. Gene didn’t know if that was reassuring, as he followed Paul into his bedroom. The bed was unmade, and the whole room smelled like Aramis cologne. “Just don’t wake me up with a hard-on. I’ll make it up to you later.”

           “Sounds promising.”

           “Shut up.” Paul opened one of the dresser drawers, thumbing through the contents. “You still sleep in pajamas?”

           “Only if I’m spending the night alone.”

           Paul tossed a pair of pajama bottoms in his face.

           Paul generally slept naked or in boxers, as far as Gene remembered from the times they’d shared a hotel room. Selfishly, he was hoping that wouldn’t have changed. The glances he’d gotten of Paul’s breasts earlier were mostly too brief for proper appreciation.

           Instead, after Gene had showered and put on the borrowed pajama bottoms, Paul got a t-shirt and another pair of boxers out of the dresser and headed off to the bathroom, returning with them on, the hem of the shirt nearly lined up with where the boxers ended. Disappointing, but not surprising.

           “You don’t have to cover up because of me.”

           “If I thought you couldn’t keep your hands off me, I wouldn’t have asked you to stick around.”

           Gene didn’t know how to answer that.

           Paul tossed and turned that night, which wasn’t abnormal for him, but kept Gene up. At one point, the twitchy way he kept moving around made him tempted to ask Paul where his hand was, but he bit back the comment, reaching over instead to find Paul facedown against the mattress. Gene grasped his shoulder.

           “You’re making the bed creak,” he mumbled out, and felt Paul still against him for a few gratifying seconds before he fell asleep.

--

           The truth was, Paul had been trying to get off.

           He had been every night for the last three nights, once the initial horror had worn off enough for him to be dejectedly curious. It hadn’t ever worked, and not just because he’d get spooked before he got very far. Every time he slipped a finger inside—not even a full finger, just barely past the first knuckle—it honestly hurt. Even tracing a finger across his clit wasn’t some quick-trigger to pleasure the way he’d always assumed. Everything just felt sore and tender.

           He knew it couldn’t be a virginity thing. A regular chick could get off on her own without a problem. He’d seen that plenty. He was just stuck. It figured, really, to get trapped in a body that couldn’t even orgasm properly. No distractions from how damn miserable he was, with his life caving in on him, Gene totally unable to hide how much he wanted to fuck him—and the worst part was, Paul couldn’t find the dignity or the self-respect to call him out on it. Some pathetic part of him was actually enjoying the flickers of want that kept crossing Gene’s face. He’d never garnered Gene’s attention as a guy, not that he’d expected to, but—

           He was thinking too much. He hadn’t been able to call up Hilsen since this shit had started, which didn’t help at all. But what could a therapist say to him now, anyway? Could he self-help his way into getting his dick back? With the way things were going, nothing was going to happen. He’d thought Peter’s coke habit was what would put them all out on their asses. But instead it looked like Paul was the one who was about to destroy the band just as they’d gotten a top-ten hit. He’d never get to play for another audience again. In a couple of weeks, he’d have to leave his own house and be assumed missing or dead, with all his assets taken by his parents. Then he’d probably be living on Gene’s dime for as long as it took for Gene to quit feeling pity for him, and that was if he was lucky. That was if Gene and the other guys didn’t take all matters into their own hands and get another frontman. Probably use one of his abandoned makeup designs for him, too. Paul exhaled softly against the pillows, too sickened by the thought to want to pursue it further.

           But something had happened. Just for a little bit, when Gene had touched him. Paul’s hand was between his thighs, furtively searching for a little warmth, and then he’d felt Gene’s fingers curve around his shoulder. Not rough, and not tender, just there, firm and steadying. Paul’s hips twitched almost on their own at the touch, and all of a sudden, something hot burst deep within him, and he felt his own fingers actually sliding briefly against his folds. Just briefly. For the first time, he’d gotten wet.

           He lay there a long time, past when Gene’s hand slipped away as Gene fell asleep, caught between trying to will that feeling back and fearing he’d only wake Gene up in the process. In the end Paul compromised, shamefully, scooting up close enough that he could smell the faint tinges of Chinese food on Gene’s breath as he slept. He’d forgotten to offer him a toothbrush before bed.

           Paul couldn’t remember daring to touch him, but he must have, at least in his sleep, because he woke up early the next morning with his face pressed against Gene’s bare arm, and drool pooling on the sheets.

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: “the tiniest life boat...full of people I know”

[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn’t mean it’ll always hurt, nor does it mean they can’t have fun along the way. It’s senior year. Everything may be different. It won’t be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)(16) (17) (18) (19)

(20) (21)

Lo:W Lo: Why Lo:Why are babies like this

Rem: you mean disgusting right?

R: stop shading them when they can’t even defend themselves

Remy: AM I WRONG THO

Dm: Yes.

Remy: fuck you Remy: you cannot tell me the wiggling, crying, shitting masses are adorable Remy: it's PROPAGANDA.

Dm: I’m pretty sure you just described yourself drunk

Rem: fuck. you. pretty. boy.

Dm: Aw you think I’m pretty?

R: why can’t you guys be nice to each other :,(

Dm: you told logan to eat ass like ten minutes ago so

Rem:and aren’t you like putting pink glitter on all of virgil’s clothes

R: hey hEY HEY I NEVER CLAIMED TO BE NICE

R: I SAID BE NICE TO E ACH OTHER.

R: anyway how are my favorite twins

L: Terrible. L: Arlo’s crying bc we wouldn’t let her eat a charger

L: Louie is determined to fling himself off of random objects

R: i love them.

Dm: Roman no.

R: roman yes.

L: And my parents are getting the Look again L: I swear to god they’re planning for another

R: ew ew no not that put that back

R: your parents are so sweet i doNT WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT

Rem: i will never get overr how Rem: those horny ass hippies made actual old man logan

L: Neither Will I

Dm: Why diI

Something crashed.

The sound splintered the silence of the home and Dmitri stilled. He eyed his partly opened door, not daring to breathe.

He’d been sent to his room for most of the day while his “birthday” preparations were underway. It was mainly for show, but Dr. Montag seemed genuinely excited about the occasion. He’d always seemed excited about “family” things, and Dmitri had gotten to the point where it no longer felt...as threatening.

Sure, he wasn’t going to be calling him dad or uncle anytime--ever, but it was a nicer way of looking at family events then what he was used to. And what was he used to?

“What are you fucking stupid?” his aunt said, her voice booming throughout the house riddled with accusation.

Dmitri felt the rising panic in his throat and he tried to make himself smaller---quieter.

He eyed the open door like the stupid mistake it was.

Following this came softer apologies. Dr. Montag’s voice unclear, but concerned.

That brief moment didn’t last as his aunt lashed out again, “No--No-No! I will not be fucking shushed. This is my house, who do you think you are?” she said.

As if to emphasize her point she got even louder, “ What do you think this is? A game? You think we can play the house and make it work? No, I need commitment, not this---Don’t you dare try to bring that fucking parasite into this.” Dmitri heard stomping down the hall, getting closer, and she hissed, “It has to be perfect--You promised me we would be perfect--”

Her voice dropped, soft whimpers following.

“Patty please, the doctors said--”

“I don’t care what the doctors said, you're just… you’re just trying to make excuses--” She was hiccuping, her voice becoming more strangled, “I doubt you even love me. You said you wanted to keep trying, but now you're scared? What kind of man are you? What would my father think? If you don’t want to get married just say so you poor excuse for a gold digger.”

Silence.

No crying, no screaming, only silence.

Minutes later, he heard the front door close. Minutes after that he heard his aunt’s bedroom door slam.

Minutes later, Dmitri could be more bothered he supposed.

He could be more alarmed at the wave of nothingness he felt draining away at him. But he wasn’t sure what he had to be emotional about. His aunt? Sure he had constant guilt about anything to do with her, but nothing that ever made him feel like something wasn’t clicking.

Like something was just out of reach, so close, but now it was gone.

He went to tend to his plants. He maneuvered around the shattered glass, ignoring the birthday decor that will probably be unceremoniously trashed now that his aunt no longer had a fiance to show off--and no longer had a potential child to boast either.

She would never hear the end of it from his grandfather, he assumes, so in turn, he will never hear the end of it from her.

As he was picking his way through his tools and eyeing the nursery plants, he noticed a flat, wrapped box, knocked off one of the patio tables. It's tag clearly labeled with his name in fancy cursive script.

He glanced back at the house, fingers skimming the edge of the obnoxiously bright wrapping paper and carefully peeling it apart, hoping the creaking sounds weren’t as loud as they sounded in his head.

Inside where a pair of yellow gloves, gardening gloves, and a note.

---

Dear Dmitri,

I know I’ve only been in your life for a short amount of time, but I’m glad your aunt and I have decided to make it work. I’m glad to have met you.

I may not know your situation, I may not know you, but I’m going to trust my gut on this. You’re a sweet, smart kid with a promising future in anything you set your mind to. I hope you trust me enough to help you with exploring that future. I’ve always wanted a family, and I know that your aunt hopes to build one too.

Happy 18th birthday! Let’s hope for 18 more :)

-

Happy 18th birthe for 18 more :)

-

birthy! Let’s hope f8

- Lets hope f -

hope

----

Dmitri’s vision blurred, the paper’s ink becoming smudged and he tucked it away, shaking. Tears rolled down his face quickly and the more he tried to stop the more they came.

His throat was tight. He couldn’t breathe---his grip was tight on his shirt as if it would steady him but he couldn’t--he couldn’t---

He fumbled for his phone, the box hitting the ground sometime in between as he sank to the ground, hitting the first number in the contact list.

He needed to hear someone--god anyone. The dial tone felt like an eternity, each ring feeling a hammer to the chest.

Then finally he heard a click.

Then he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in a long time. Sure it was deeper, more assured, but at the end of the day, it was still---

“Emile?” Dmitri said, crying even harder.

---

@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

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[hockeyandstuff91]

How did this happen? - Part 20

Word count: 4,511

Players: Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn

Other people: Katie

Warnings: Cussing, The “Two weeks later (Brooke’s POV)” part is partly NSFW, but all the rest of the chapter is completely safe, the NSFW part includes talk of sex during her period, as well as her being finger while on her period.

Authors Note: Yay here’s another part!!! This one was interesting to write, but also fun at the same time! I knew I was going to put this in here at some point, but I wasn’t sure when, it just seemed to fit right so here we go! lol I hope you all enjoy it!

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 (Tyler's POV)

I sighed, closing my laptop and sat back against the couch. Gerry's head was laying against my knee and he had been asleep, but he woke up and looked up at me as he felt me shift.

"I just have no idea what to get your mom for a car, bud," I said as I scratched behind his ear. "I don't really know enough about trucks to know what she would even like."

And then I remembered. Brooke was best friends with someone who knew everything about cars, trucks, pretty much anything with an engine. I hadn't ever really gotten the chance to talk to Craig before, only in passing whenever Brooke got the chance to talk to him on the phone when he wasn't busy with work. He seemed liked a nice guy, and Brooke cared about him a lot. He was the perfect person to ask, if not the only person since he knew her pretty well too.

I looked over at the coffee table where my laptop was, Brooke's phone sitting next to it plugged in from last night. She had left it there after we had both fallen asleep watching a movie. I stood up, Gerry jumping off the couch and following me up the stairs.

"Shh we don't want to wake your mom, so no jumping on the bed," I said looking right at him. "Got it?" probably not..

I quietly made my way down the hall and peeked my head in the doorway, Marshall still curled up by her feet. I smiled seeing that she was still sound asleep so I would be safe to borrow her phone and try and call Craig. Thankfully Brooke never checked her phone app, so she wouldn't even notice if there was a call there she didn't recognize.

I made my way back downstairs, grabbing her phone off the table and unplugging it. I unlocked it and looked through her contacts before finding his name and hitting the call button.

"Hey Brooke what's up? Car okay?" Craig answered the phone after a few rings.

"Hey actually its uh.. its Tyler," I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"Is Brooke okay?" he asked, clearly worried.

"Yeah yeah shes fine. She's asleep right now actually."

"Oh okay good... So whats up?"

"I was actually wondering if I could get your opinion on something?" I asked as I slowly paced back and forth in the living room, Cash still laying on the couch, his eyes following me, but Gerry was pacing back and forth with me.

"Sure what is it?"

"Well you know how her car broke down.. its completely not fixable, and I wanted to get her something new that will last her for a while-"

"She's gonna want a truck," Craig laughed.

"How did you know?" I asked, stopping pacing and sitting on the couch where I had been 5 minutes ago.

"Because she use to want one that I owned a few years ago," he laughed again.

"Oh what was it?"

"Nah she doesn't need something that big. Plus it was diesel so probably not the cheapest for her either."

"Fuck really? She wanted that?"

"Yeah she likes big trucks. I would get her something a little smaller. The last truck that she drove back at home was a Chevy silverado 2500 z71, so that's always an option since shes comfortable with it already."

"Alright I'm going to send you a text from my phone so you have my number. Would you mind sending me over those details?"

"Yeah sure. Oh also, make sure that whatever truck you end up getting her has a side step," Craig said, laughing loudly.

"Good idea," I chuckled.

"Yeah her and I always had a running joke that if I was ever going to pick her up in my truck I would need to bring the ladder. But she did always like having the side step on the old truck she use to drive."

"Thanks dude, I honestly wouldn't of even thought of that."

"Yeah of course man... Just like to know that shes happy you know?"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yeah. I appreciate that you look out for her. I know you two are really close friends."

"Yeah shes been there for me through a lot.. but I have also watched her go through a lot that she didn't deserve."

"Yeah shes told me a bit about that," I sighed softly.

"Yeah.. Well, anyways, I'll text you a few options I think that she would like."

"Yeah that would be great, thanks. Also.. I know Brooke has told me that you are super busy with work but if you'd ever like to come down and hang out or whatever, we have extra room."

"Thanks, if I ever get down that way I'll let you guys know."

"Babe?" I could hear Brooke calling me from the bedroom.

"Shit gotta go dude, shes awake," I laughed.

"Have a good one," Craig laughed and we both hung up.

I plugged her phone back in where she had left it last night and made my way back upstairs and to our room, both Gerry and Cash following close behind. "Hey sleepy head," I smiled, laying on the bed next to her.

"Were you talking to someone?" She asked, yawning and stretching a bit.

"Nah just the dogs," I said, hearing their nails clicking against the hardwood floor around the bed before both jumping back up and laying down by our feet.

"Mmm," She nodded and scooted over towards me, laying her head on my chest.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me. I always felt at home when she was in my arms. Nothing could describe how she made me feel, how much I loved her.

Two weeks later.. (Brooke's POV)

Tyler had been at the gym all morning and I, sadly, had a migraine. I was trying to rest a bit, since the only thing that ever seems to fix my migraines is sleep. I slowly made my way up to our bedroom, closed all of the curtains and turned off the lights. I closed the door and climbed into bed, turning the AC on from my phone so it would get a little cooler in here and then pulled the blankets over myself, curling up on my side of the bed and closing my eyes. The dogs were at the groomers thankfully so I could fully relax and not be bothered by three big dogs trying to make themselves comfortable on the bed while my head was pounding.

It couldn't of been too much longer after I had laid down when I heard the front door open and close downstairs and Tyler's voice call out for me. I wanted to answer him but any loud noises would start to make my head hurt again and it had finally started to calm down with me laying perfectly still. I figured he could probably find me eventually.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Tyler flipped on the lights. I groaned and quickly pulled the blankets over my head, not wanting any light to reach my eyes.

"Jeez babe you have it super dark in here, its such a nice day out," I could hear him walking towards the window.

"Don't you dare open that curtain!" I said from under the blankets.

"What? Why?" I heard him stop and then start walking back towards the bed.

"Can you please-please turn the light off?" I half asked half whined. I heard him walk back towards the door and hit the switch for the lights. I gently pulled the covers down and relaxed back into the pillow when I saw that it was dark in here again.

"Are you okay baby?" Tyler asked softly as he crawled into bed behind me.

"Oh god," I groaned as I could smell his cologne. I pressed my face into the pillow to try and keep the scent from my nose.

"Are you sick?"

"No," I mumbled into the pillow. "I just have a migraine. I cant have loud noises, strong smells, or light. I also have to lay down or I feel like I'm going to get sick, and my head is killing me."

"Aww babe," he said gently rubbing my back which was turned to him right now. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone. Do you want anything?"

I shook my head, and then nodded.

"You do or you don't?" Tyler laughed, seeing my contradicting answer.

"You rubbing my back feels great."

I felt Tyler shift on the bed probably so he was sitting up and then I felt his hands rub up my back and stop at my shoulders where he applied a little pressure and gently rubbed them.

I groaned and relaxed even more. That spot had been tense for a little while for some reason, probably slept wrong, but with Tyler pressing into it now it felt super great.

I still had my face against the pillow, not allowing anything to reach my nose and cause another wave of nausea. However Tyler decided that moving my hair away and kissing my neck was a good idea. As amazing as it felt, I caught another brief inhale and groaned again. I pulled away from him, not something I would ever ever do but I just couldn't handle the sensations it caused my stomach.

"Babe.. I love you.. and I love that cologne..But-"

"I'll be right back," he said, pressing a quick kiss to the back of my head and I felt the mattress shift a few times before it lifted, the weight gone.

I sighed and rested into the pillow, closing my eyes and trying to relax the best that I could. A minute after Tyler had left the bed I heard the shower running, and I smiled a bit. He knew that the scent was bothering me and was going to take a shower so I wouldn't feel more sick.

It wasn't long before I heard the shower turn off and Tyler's footsteps coming back into the room. The bed dipped and I felt his warm body next to mine.

"Better?" He asked softly.

I turned towards him and smiled, nodding. "Yes thank you babe that was really sweet of you."

"Just want you to feel better," he said kissing my forehead.

We laid there for a little while, my eyes were closed as I was curled up under the blankets, him behind me, his arm lightly wrapped around me, rubbing up and down my side. I was close to falling asleep when I felt his hand drifting down towards my waistline on my panties.

"Ty...?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I heard somewhere that if you orgasm your headache will go away," he said as he gently traced his hand back and forth on my panty line.

I wasn't exactly in the mood, but that was only due to the fact that if I moved too much I was going to be super nauseous, which wouldn't go well. However I also was willing to give anything a shot at this point in hopes to make this go away as fast as possible. I rolled over a bit so that I was laying on my back, breathing slowly through my nose, trying to calm the slight wave of nausea that I had whenever I moved from being perfectly still. Once it passed I looked over at him and nodded slightly.

"Just fingers though. I can't handle moving at all... If that's okay?"

"Of course baby. Whatever is going to help you, I'll do," Tyler said softly as he pressed his lips to my temple.

He sat up and gently grabbed onto my panties and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. He laid back down next to me, his hand slowly making his way up my right thigh before pressing his finger gently to my clit. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I focused on enjoying the sensation of him rubbing slow circles around my clit. I felt him gently push his middle finger into me, slowly pumping it in and out.

I moaned softly, leaning my head against his chest, my breathing a bit faster. "That feel any better babe?" Tyler asked.

I nodded, noticing that the headache did feel a little bit better. I felt Tyler push another finger into me, going a little faster now, causing me to moan a bit louder.

I was so focused on how good this felt, gently grabbing onto his forearm as he kept going. I felt him shift a bit beside me, figuring he was probably leaning up on his elbows now to give him a better angle before I felt him slow and then stop completely. I felt his fingers pull out of me slowly and under his breath say "Oh shit," before pressing a few kisses to my temple and then getting off the bed.

My eyes shot open as I watched him walk to the bathroom. I was completely confused as to what was going on and why he had just stopped and left in the middle of everything. I leaned up and looked down, not seeing anything right away. But there it was, a tiny bit of blood on my thigh.

Fuck!

This was why I had a migraine. I started my period. Right in the fucking middle of Tyler fingering me. Which was why he stopped and left to go to the bathroom. He probably was completely disgusted and needed to wash his hands immediately. Which I was right, because now I could hear the water running in the sink for a brief moment before it stopped.

I sighed, completely freaking out internally. I shut my eyes tight and put my hands over my face. I knew I shouldn't be upset over this, it was a natural thing that happens every month. It's not like he was unaware of it or anything, it just.. I wasn't sure what was going on in his mind right now so I was scared what conversation would follow now.

I peeked through my fingers as I heard him coming back into the bedroom. I figured I was going to see some kind of grossed out look on his face or something but I was completely wrong. I pulled my hands away from my face, seeing that he was carrying a towel with him.

"Here babe, lets put this under you just in case," he said softly as he crawled back onto the bed, helping me to gently lift my hips and placed the towel under me.

I was confused why he was doing that, and why he seemed so calm over this. I looked up at him and he smiled at me, laying back down next to me, his hand going back towards my pussy.

"Uh.."

"Whats the matter?" Tyler asked.

"But.. Aren't you grossed out? I just bled on you.. I'm on my period."

"So? It's okay baby," he said softly, kissing me gently. "Did you think that I was grossed out?"

I nodded and looked down.

"Hey," he said, lifting my chin so I was looking at him. "I'm not grossed out at all. You have to deal with this every month, its normal. I mean showers do exist for a reason," he smirked at me.

"You mean... You're okay with this?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, completely shocked.

"Yeah of course. It doesn't bother me at all. Plus why would I give up a whole week every month of not being able to touch my baby? It's just a little blood, everyone has it. I play hockey for a living babe.. when you share small spaces with that many guys, bleeding and sweaty not much bothers you anymore," he chuckled as reached back down, starting to rub my clit again. "And.. I don't know if you have noticed but you are horny as hell when you are on your period and why would I wanna miss out on that?" he smirked again and laughed.

I sighed, relieved and relaxed back against the pillow. I was glad that Tyler was so open to this. It wasn't something I ever really thought about bringing up. I nodded and smiled back up at him "Yeah I tend to be," I laughed, but it was cut off my a moan as I felt him dip his fingers back into me.

"At least we know why you have a migraine."

I nodded slightly "Yeah it makes sense. I knew I was getting close to that time but I wasn't sure exactly which day..." the sentence drifted off as I gasped, feeling him rub against my gspot.

It didn't take long with him fingering me as well as pressing his thumb against my clit for me to finally cum. I gripped the sheets and his forearm as I came, my eyes shut tight as I moaned loudly, his mouth finding mine as we kissed through the ending of my orgasm.

"Feel better?" he asked softly.

I smiled and nodded, noticing that my migraine was better than before. Not completely gone, but it was a lot better.

Tyler got up again, going back to the bathroom. I heard the water running again and I sighed softly. At least this time I wasn't freaking out, knowing that he wasn't grossed out. I looked over and smiled, seeing him carrying a wet wash cloth.

"You sure-"

"Shh," he said softly. "Washing machines also exist for similar reasons that showers do," he smiled and carefully parted my legs a bit more, gently wiping between my legs and making sure to get my thighs as well.

I relaxed back and let him clean me off before he got back up to bring the washcloth over to the laundry basket. I slowly got out of bed and grabbed a pair of panties and went into the bathroom to take care of everything before returning back to the room. He was laying on the bed, watching me as I made my way back over to my side of the bed and climbed in.

Tyler pulled me close to him and I rested my head against his chest. He was gently rubbing my back with one hand while the other was tangled in my hair. He pressed a long kiss to the top of my head before softly telling me that he loves me.

I smiled and pressed my face against his chest, kissing where my lips landed. "I love you too," I mumbled before slowly drifting off to sleep.

(Tyler's POV)

Brooke was still asleep, fighting off her migraine when I got a text on my phone. I looked over at the bedside table where it was laying, squinting a bit as I read the screen. I didn't want to move so that I wouldn't wake her and she was still wrapped around half of my body. I blinked a few times and finally was able to read it before my screen went dark again.

Jamie: Be there in 5

I had asked Jamie if he could pick up the truck from the dealership for me, making an arrangement with the sales guy since I wanted it to be a complete surprise. I decided to carefully try and slide out from under her so that I could go downstairs and meet Jamie when he pulled in.

I gently lifted her arm off of me, placing it on her side. I sighed, not wanting to wake her but carefully tried to wiggle free. Thankfully she rolled over but stayed asleep, freeing me so that I could carefully get up. I rolled over to my side of the bed, making my way over to the closet so that I could get fully dressed.

On my way out of the room I looked over, making sure she hadn't woken up but she was still in the same position she was a few moments ago. I grabbed my phone and as quietly as I could opened the door and closed it most of the way before heading downstairs.

Just as I opened the door Jamie was pulling into the driveway, parking the truck and getting out. Katie pulled in behind him in his car.

"Thanks dude," I said as I grabbed the keys from him.

"Of course. Where is she?"

"Asleep. She had a migraine earlier. Wanna come inside for a bit?"

"Yeah sure."

"Oh shoot, hold on I gotta take this call, I'll be in in a few minutes," Katie said, answering her phone and going back towards their car.

The two of us walked inside and headed into the kitchen, grabbing some waters from the fridge. We spent a good 10 minutes just talking about training and a few other things before Brooke appeared in the doorway.

"Jesus Christ," she swore, pushing her, rather my, shirt down. "You never warn me when people are over," she laughed.

"You're fine its just Jamie," I laughed.

"Hey kiddo," Jamie smiled and gave her a hug.

"Hey bro how have you been?"

"Good! I heard you had a migraine?"

Brooke nodded, rubbing her eyes a bit. "Yeah its gone now though, that nap really helped," she smiled, and then yawned. "I'm sorry, I know you're like my older brother and its whatever.." she started, looking over at Jamie. "But I'm going to go put on some pants, because I feel like this shirt is so short. I'll be right back," she laughed and turned, walking out the entrance to the kitchen and back up the stairs.

I laughed and shook my head, sitting on one of the bar stools by the island.

"So are you going to take her out when she comes back down?" Jamie asked, quietly.

"Yeah, that's the thing, I haven't come up with a good idea how to get her out there without her being confused or knowing something is up."

"Hmm.." Jamie was in the middle of thinking of an idea when Brooke came back downstairs.

"So what's Katie been up to?" she asked as she sat on the bar stool next to me, Jamie leaning on the counter in front of us.

"Oh shes actually outside, she got a phone call before we were about to head in. She should be in any minute."

"Aw yay I feel like its been a while since I've seen her," Brooke smiled.

Jamie pulled out his phone and did a few things on it before putting it back in his pocket, looking over at me and giving me a slight nod. I figured he probably had some plan going on so I would just go with it.

We talked for about 10 minutes before Brooke's phone when off with a text. She looked at it and smiled "The dogs are ready to come home whenever we can go get them," she said, looking over to me.

Jamie looked at his phone and sighed. "Maybe we should go check on her.. shes been on the call for a while."

(Brooke's POV)

"Yeah sure," I smiled to Jamie as I got off the bar stool and made my way towards the front door, both Tyler and him following behind me. I was pretty sure that Katie was just fine, and the conversation was going on longer than she had planned, but I would humor him since I knew he worried.

I opened the front door and started to walk out, seeing her just getting out of their car but then I turned my head a bit, stopping dead in my tracks.

"Ty.."

"Yes babe?" I could already hear the smile in his voice.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "You didn't-"

"Oh I did," he smiled, wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing my temple.

I opened my eyes again, looking over the truck. I blinked and wiped my eyes not wanting to cry but my emotions were kind of all over the place as it was, and this was just too much to process. Tyler was too good to me, I didn't know what I did to deserve all of this.

"Thank you so much," I said, turning and wrapping my arms around him tightly, burring my face against his chest.

"Anything for you," he mumbled against my hair, holding my head against his chest. "You'll have to thank someone else too though."

I pulled back and looked up at him, a bit confused. "What?"

Tyler smiled down at me and wiped my cheeks. "I called Craig and he helped me pick out which one I got you," he said softly.

I gasped and pressed my face back against his chest. "You did not!" I mumbled against him.

He laughed "I did. I knew that he would know exactly what would be the best option."

"How did you get his number?" I asked as I stepped back from the embrace to finally go look at the truck with him.

"Well.. you may have left your phone downstairs one day and I.. may have borrowed it," he chuckled.

"Tyler!" I laughed and smiled at him. "Thank you," I said, standing on my tippy toes to give him a kiss.

We took a few minutes looking around the truck, me sitting in it to get the feel of it, adjusting the seats and mirrors for my height. I couldn't believe he had done this. Actually no, I could 100% believe that he did this. He told me he was going to, and I couldn't stop him. I appreciated so much that he wanted to do things like this for me, and while I didn't want him to and would never ask him to, I could see how happy it made him to do things like this for me. He constantly would tell me how all he wanted in life was to see me happy and he would never need another thing. Judging by the biggest smile on his face right now as he watched me, that was very much true.

I gave him another big hug and kiss, thanking him again before the four of us headed back inside to hang out for a little bit. It still hadn't fully hit me that the truck sitting in the driveway was mine now.

After Jamie and Katie left, Tyler smiled at me, tossing me the keys. "Wanna take it for a first drive?"

"We could get the dogs from the groomers," I smiled.

"You sure you want all that dog hair in your brand new truck?" Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They just got brushed and washed at the groomers!" I laughed.

"That doesn't stop them from shedding and you know it," Tyler laughed.

I nodded "True.. but its okay," I smiled and stood up, grabbing my purse and heading outside, hand and hand with Tyler.

[dealersofatlanta]

Part 1: Chapter 3 (Pt. 2)

January 4th 2012:

Heiress: age 17

“Stopppp ok in what year did Japan attack the United States?” I asked My boyfriend X. We were studying at his house for the graduation test. He was kissing on me. “Baby we been studying everyday this week, its Friday come on lets watch a movie and chill out” X said. I sighed. “Fine, but we start again tomorrow” I told him. X and I had been together since August of last year. We started off as mutual friends, but we became close after his dad died. I don’t know much about his dad but X said he was an amazing father. He was killed in an attempted robbery he told me. He had been living with his mom before she moved to L.A and he refused to go because of me, so now he lives with his brother named Omari. X and I were different in our enviroment but we had alot of chemistry. Although we lived in Buckhead, my mom worked 2 jobs just for me to attend West Lake, its a private school, but X had said his father left him enough money in his Will, so he paid of my tuition and paid up our rent, bout us bought me a car, and put some money to the side for me to go to medical school, now my mom works from home. “You the smartest girl I know, fuck that test” He said to me kissing my nose. I smiled at him. “How did I get so lucky?” I asked. He shrugged. “I ask myself that everyday” He said. I logged on to my laptop and went on Facebook. “Hard to study when bae wants to be up under u :(“ with X Knight. I posted my status on my page. “So I already paid for our Prom Tickets and I paid for a room” X told me. “A room?” I asked. He smirked. “You said you wanted to lose your V card like they do in the movies, so bet” He said. I laughed at him. “Your so corny nigga” I told him. He rolled his eyes. I heard his front door shut. “Man nah kill any nigga thats trying to fuck with our profit!” I heard Omari say as he walked in. He looked over at me. “Yeah, but Im holla at you later fam” He hung up the phone and slightly smiled. “Business” He simply said. I nodded and waved. I never knew what O did for a living. X said he owned alot of properties. “What yall kids up to?” He asked. “Studying” X said. Omari nodded. “Yeah, I don’t miss highschool, how yall been? All in love and shit” He said smiling. X threw a paper ball at Omari. “Man shut up” He said the boys started play fighting. “Ima let yall finish, X meet me downstairs later in the basement” He said. X nodded. “You want to take a walk?” I asked. He nodded.

“Were do you see yourself in 5 years?” X asked me as we walked around his gated subdivision. X lived in a mansion with 7 bedrooms. They had 5 cars outside, a body guard and security. “I see myself working in a hospital delivering babies, and being with you maybe marriage kids I can’t look that far” I said. X nodded. “I want to own my own restaraunt one day, marry you and have a football team of kids” He said. I gave him a crazy look. “Nigga, I’m only having one kid, im not messing up my coochie for your football team” I told him. He smiled at me. “You might never know” He said. I nodded. “Your right, I might get to marry Drake” O said. He stopped smiling. “Quit playing” He said. “Im dead ass X” I said trying not to smile. “Ima way better looking than that nigga anyways” He pouted. I shrugged. “Long as you believe it thats all that matters” I said. He sucked his teeth in. “Heiress, go back to the house and leave” He said acting like a big kid. “Okay” I said playfully turning around. He grabbed my waist back softly. “Nah girl you aint leaving me” He said kissing on my cheek.

X age 18:

After my dad passed, alot shit changed. My mom moved out and went to L.A. she wanted me to move with her but I wanted to stay with family. She said she check up on me, but I aint heard from her since she left except Christmas. I been spending alot of time with Heriess. My angel, we aint been together long but I know shes the one, shes different from all the girls at West Lake. She not trying to date me cause I got money, she want the best for me, and I want to be the best for her. I think I love her. She knows nothing about my dad and what he actually does, my dad taught me at 10years old how to shoot a gun, and what happens to people who snitch. I saw my dad kill somebody because they snitched to the police. He taught me at 13 how to differeciate the difference between the test of coke and crack. He taught me what every pill, drug, and weed looks like, to know when someones trying to jug you. At 15 he bought me my first trap phone, training me to know when someone is a snitch, how to pay off the police, to keep them quiet. Omari still showing me the ins and outs but I also want to be a Chef. I want to help Ace and Omari building my dads legacy, but I want a normal life as well. If Heiress found out about any of the this, I think it would scare her away.

“So whats the whole point of this show?” I asked Heiress. We was in my room watching Pretty Little Liars on Demand. “It’s a good ass show” She said. I smiled at her. She was always cute when she was serious with something. My phone buzzed...

“I got to go” I told Heiress. She looked up at me as she was laying her head in my lap. “What’s up?” She asked. I sighed. “Remember I told you my dad cheated on my mom and I have a little sister?” I said. She nodded. “Well her mom texted me letting me know shes been acting out again”. She looked at me on confusion. “Why?”. I shrugged. “I don’t know she been like this since I met her, she been leaving school early and shit. I have to find her” I told her getting up. “Well shes 14, she just met her dad in a casket some months ago, this is all new to her. She has a right to lash out. When my parents got divorced I was angry as hell that my dad ran off with some bitch and left me and my mother high and dry. I was mad at her for letting him leave us, she will eventually calm down” She said. I shurgged. “Maybe”. She followed me outside. “I will call you when I get back aight?” I told her. She nodded. I kissed her before we both got in our cars, and went our seperate ways.

Tiana: age 14

“Im not a baby! I don’t need you telling strangers my where abouts!” I yelled at my mom. She shook her head. “You are out of control TiTi, I can’t keep track of you. You are smoking weed now, drinking and sneaking out. You are 14 years old! You are not grown!” My mom Melissa yelled. I rolled my eyes. I heard a knock at the door. My mom walked over and opened the door. It was my brother X. “Hey X, Im sooo happy your here” She hugged him. I sighed loudly. It had been my mom, my grandmother and my moms family for the longest. We stayed on the Eastside of Atlanta. We used to live on BoulderCrest, but when my dad died he gave us money. My mom moved us to the rich side of Decatur. We were Puertorican, but me I was Afro-Latina. My father was black. I always knew about my dad. My mama would tell me he was a very busy man, and then 9 months ago she told me he died. I never met him, never heard his voice nothing. I missed a man I never met so much. “What’s up Ti” X said hugging me. “You good?” X asked. I shrugged. “Can I live with you and O?” I asked him. He smiled and shook his head. “You got a nice little crib here” I groaned. “Yall treat me like a child! Im 14!” i yelled. X lightly grabbed my arm and we went upstairs to my room. “Look I know your angry and hurting, I’m still trying to heal to since Dad died but shit happens, and life goes on. When you turn 18 you can go wherever you want with the money Dad gave you but now, I need you to respect your mama cause shit, atleast she’s still here, to love you and make sure you good or whatever. Man just chill” He said to me. I looked down. “Okay?” He asked. I nodded. “Okay, but Im dead ass leaving here” I told him. He dapped me up and hugged me. “Yeah, and going to college” He said. “Maybe Ima be like Dad” I said. He shook his head. “You see where that got him” X said. “But you doing it?” I said as a matter of fact. “I will eventually because thats what he asked for in his will, he still wants us to go to school you don’t got dreams?” He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, marry Lil- Wayne” I said. He sighed. “Nah like real dreams”. He asked. “I want to be a make up artist” I told him. He nodded. “Aight its settled, you can go to beauty school and if you graduate you can get your half” He said to me. I shook my head. “Nooo! Thats not fair!” I yelled. He shrugged. “I aint letting you burn Dads money he died making for you to blow it all on weed, liquor and buy shit for these niggas, got me fucked up” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Its my money I can do what I want” I said. He nodded. “Fine”

[pansexuanarchy]

Answer them all!

1: is there a boy/girl in your life? Yes and no2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? Yeah I do3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” I think of cat???4: what’s something you really want right now? Constant stream of attention5: are you afraid of falling in love? Terrified6: do you like the beach? Eh its alright7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Yes8: what’s the background on your cell? A picture of a guys head opening up and it says "never stop learning"9: name the last four beds you sat on? My bed, my dads bed, my moms bed, my friends bed10: do you like your phone? Its cool11: honestly, are things going the way you planned? Not exactly but that's life12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? A coworker 13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? Rottweiler14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional pain 😢15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Museummm16: are you tired? Constantly 17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? Probably forever 18: are they a relative? Yeh19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Yes 20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? Not sure if youd count it but I guess this morning21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? Yeah I would22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again? A million times 23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? 2 if u count my watch 24: is there a certain quote you live by? You do what u gotta do25: what’s on your mind? How adult life is so fucking shitty and I have to be ok with it26: do you have any tattoos? I have 327: what is your favorite color? Purple28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Who knows...29: who are you texting? My frandsss30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yeah31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? My anxiety is bound to be right at some point 32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes33: do you think anyone has feelings for you? Yeah lmao 34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Kinda often tbh35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? I would probably have a mental breakdown tbh36: were you single on valentines day? Nope37: are you friends with the last person you kissed? I like to think so but idk by the way shes been acting 38: what do your friends call you? Jay39: has anyone upset you in the last week? Not in particular 40: have you ever cried over a text? Yes41: where’s your last bruise located? My ass42: what is it from? Bug bites 🙄43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? This summer 44: who was the last person you were on the phone with? My best friend45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes? I guess my docs??? But I dont wear them much in the summer 46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? I wear hats all the time47: would you ever go bald if it was the style? No48: do you make supper for your family? Sometimes49: does your bedroom have a door? No50: top 3 web-pages? Tumblr Facebook and Instagram51: do you know anyone who hates shopping? Meeee52: does anything on your body hurt? Everything always 53: are goodbyes hard for you? Depends on the person 54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Coffee55: how is your hair? Long and luscious 56: what do you usually do first in the morning? Take a shower 57: do you think two people can last forever? I guess its possible58: think back to january 2007, were you single? I was 759: green or purple grapes? Green60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? Hopefully tonight after work61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? In bed lmao62: when will be the next time you text someone? Probably later today63: where will you be 5 hours from now? Hopefully home64: what were you doing at 8 this morning. Taking a shit65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked? Yeah66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? Maybe67: did you kiss or hug anyone today? I hugged someone today c:68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Man I should really go to sleep earlier 69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? My whole life 70: how many windows are open on your computer? Like 571: how many fingers do you have? All of them?????72: what is your ringtone? The arrested development theme song73: how old will you be in 5 months? 1974: where is your mum right now? Puerto Rico 75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? Toxic toxic toxic 76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? Barely but yeah78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? A girl named Brianna79: is there anyone you know with the name mike? Yeah my old suspension school dean lmao hes the homie80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Dont remind me...81: how many people have you liked in the past three months? One.82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? My dad lmao83: will you talk to the person you like tonight? Probably not84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? That's fucking gross wtf85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? Depends on the drugs and as long as they share86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? The theatre applauded87: who was your last received call from? My bestie 88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Hell yeah89: what is something you wish you had more of? Reliable sources of love that I can trust90: have you ever trusted someone too much? It's my biggest problem91: do you sleep with your window open? Nah I have fans and AC92: do you get along with girls? Yeh93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? I dont think so??94: does sex mean love? Definitely not95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? I wish we were so we could finally talk96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Yeah I think so97: did you sleep alone this week? Sadly98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? Yeah I guess I do99: do you believe in love at first sight? I thought I did100: who was the last person that you pinky promise? My ex.

[xxprincessjewelsxx]

Aces Over Eights (Chanyeol Mafia!au Fic) Chapter 13 - Don’t Do It Again

Warnings: Angsty angst angst

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13,  Ch. 14, Ch. 15

“We were engaged…”

I froze hearing those words. “W...what?”

“Taehee and I...were engaged,” he repeated before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He turned and went and sat on the couch, slouching down into the seat as he ran his hand across his temple.

I stared at the back of his head trying to process his words before making another cup of coffee and walking into the living room and setting the cup on the side table next to him before taking a seat on the other end of the couch.

Silence came over the room as we sat there before he let out another sigh and cleared his throat. “She uh...she was like you...”

“What?” I questioned.

“She was just a normal girl, with a normal job, trying to live a normal life...” he replied.

“So she wasn’t part of the mob or anything?” I asked.

He let out a chuckle. “She worked at a bookstore...when I saw her for the first time I was supposed to be following someone for Junmyeon. I kinda got distracted.” He stopped smiling at the memory. “Against better judgement and advice from the others I kept going back to the bookshop...she realized that I wasn’t actually there for the books and talked to me first. I think she was actually kind of creeped out at first but once she realized I was just having a hard time talking to her cause I was nervous she was flattered and talked to me whenever I went to the bookshop, until finally I managed to ask her on a date.”

“What did she think about your...job?” I questioned.

“Well...she actually didn’t know about it for almost a year,” he said looking a little guilty at this, “It’s not like I was going to be able to keep something like...this a secret forever, but her finding out buy something pointing a gun at us and me hesitating to pull mine out in front of her and instead Minseok coming to our rescue and killing the guy. I had to explain why a guy was screaming at me about a poker game and loses while pointing a gun at me and why one of my friends so easily shot him...” He shook his head and scoffed at himself. “She screamed and yelled at me and cried for probably an hour as I tried to explain everything...then she ran and locked herself in the bedroom for the rest of the night and next day not talking to me.”

“I don’t blame her...it’s a lot to think about. I didn’t want to believe just being grabbed and thrown in a cage,” I said.

“Trust me, I didn’t blame her either...that day I wouldn’t have blamed her if she grabbed what little things she had in my apartment and I never saw her again. But she didn’t...she stayed for a year and a half after that...six months after the day she found out about every thing I asked her to marry me and she stayed...”

“What changed? Why did she leave?”

“Well she never gave me the chance to convince her to stay, so I can only guess why she left...” he replied.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She didn’t even tell me she was leaving...” he replied his fists clenching, “She just left her engagement ring on the counter a long with a letter and left.”

“How could she do that?” I asked in disbelief, “I mean, I could understand if she talked to you and felt that she couldn’t handle this life, it’s scary...I’ve gotten a glimpse of that just from the month that I fell into all this...but just leaving?”

“I think she got scared off...I got shot and...well a couple of us got shot and it was a bad situation and from this letter, seeing me in the condition I had been in she couldn’t imagine trying to start a family and worrying about that type of danger...she wanted a family, she wanted children but...she didn’t want it with me as long as I was apart of EXO, and she knows I have too much loyalty to EXO that I won’t leave.” He leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, “’It scares me to think of the danger a child would be in if we were to start a family together, I could ask of you to leave EXO in order for us, for you, to start a happy and safe life together, but I know your loyalty runs to deep that the day you will leave EXO will be the day that your heart stops...’ That was what was in part of the letter...”

“If she had asked...would you have left?” I questioned.

“No,” he replied without a second thought, “But I would never have let anything happen to her...and I would have hoped she had known that.”

“She probably did...but she was just more scared for a child rather than herself,” I said, “I would have the same worries, but if I trusted someone with my own life, I would hope and trust he would put as much effort into protecting his child.”

“You say that so easily,” he scoffed.

“No...actually I don’t,” I said, “I had shit parents, remember....talking about the possibility of my own family is actually terrifying in and of itself. I’ve dated but the relationships hadn’t ended well so I question whether or not I’m even meant to think about a future like that.”

It suddenly got quiet between us. I had never expected Chanyeol to open up as much as he did and I didn’t know if I even had a right to but I was sad and angry for him. Taehee just leaving with nothing but a letter left behind, no wonder he still thought about her.

“You do deserve a future like that,” Chanyeol finally spoke up, “A good one...you shouldn’t have ended up in this situation.”

“But I did...and now I just need to figure things out,” I said.

He gave a small chuckle and reached out like he was going to pat my knee but pulled his hand back. “And once we get this thing with Daejung figured out, I’ll help you.”

I reached out and put my hand on his. “Thank you, and thank you for telling me who Taehee was.”

He stared at my hand before turning his hand and wrapping it around mine. “You deserved to know after what happened...I should have been thinking of you, but my mind was somewhere else.”

“It’s okay...just don’t do it again,” I said.

He side eyed me and smirked. “Don’t do it again, huh...we going to be doing something like that again?”

I felt my face heat up realizing what I had said and stuttered trying to get an answer out. “W...well...I...I..mean...I didn’t...I um...well...”

He turned and looked at me, rest his cheek in his hand. “I could make things up to you now if you want.”

Pulling my hand from his I quickly stood up. “I’m going to get more coffee.” He chuckled as I walked away feeling embarrassed, but also more than slightly tempted by the offer...

To be continued...

[unwrittenarticles]

Top 50 Albums of 2019

1.  Grace Ives - 2nd

Slamming, kicking, pasting, tanning, beautifying, punching you in the gut.  No songs over 3 minutes, short-terse-dancy songs that fucking bang due to sheer bedroom anthemic production.  So wry and glib but intelligent and sensitive and adorable.  

2.  Faye Webster - Atlanta Millionnaires Club

Best ever breakup album of the year! Of all time.  Lovely, lovely, lovely vocals.

3.   Sharon Van Etten - Remind me Tomorrow

So sweet and intelligent, each song a captivating masterpiece.  I love her voice, which has a sadness and depth to it but her lyrics make you stop what you’re doing and pay attention.  Stunning album. 

4.  Cate le Bon - Reward

Genius lyricist possibly in the way of Joni Mitchell’s wit, beauty and sarcasm!!  I love her voice and her guitars.  

5.  Julia Jacklin - Crushing

Each song is like a novel, increasingly revelatory and suspense-filled, but also lovely vocally and totally immersive. 

6.  Purple Mountains - Purple Mountains

This is the hardest review of the year to write and still i am wavering.

7.  Big Thief - U.F.O.F    

8.   Weyes Blood - Titanic Rising

Another Joni-alike in the way of Cate le Bon, but also, adding this unique, acerbic analysis on subjects like ageing, improving yourself, gaining knowledge - subjects that interest me. 

9.   Sneaks - Highway Hypnosis

Such good rave music, but with wit and intelligence in the lyrics.  Metallic and cool synth sounds with great warmth to her post-punk-spoken word-soul-disco-r&b vocals similar to ESG.  Gutted I missed her play Glasgow last Feb due to working night shift.

10.  Sault - 5

Such a mystery to me how we don’t know the band members and the anonymity is so intriguing because this music is magnificent California soul, hip hop infused and beautiful vocals all mixed together.  Listenable yet intricate multi-instrumentalist tracks straight out of a 70s or future-film, can I place it?  No, I guess this is postmodernism and we haven’t quite hit peak saturation as I am finding such beauty in all this new music. 

11.  Maria Somerville - All My People

Sparse and dense, dark and light, such space on the vocals. Morbid and quiet yet warm and life-affirming.  I love this new female soundscape stuff!!  Power artists right now - Maria Somerville and Carla dal Forno, also Grouper as always - since 2006 who evolves completely with these new sounds.

12.  

13.  Ada Lea - what we say in private

Really enjoy listening to all these sassy and beautiful indie songs on this album

14.  Carla dal Forno - Look Up Sharp

15.  Prefab Sprout - I trawl the Megahertz

16.  Aldous Harding - Designer

17.  Sandy Alex G - House of Sugar

Gorgeous vocals and lyricism. I can’t stop thinking how there is some Elliott Smith intelligence and beauty in the vocals and similar depth and clarity but honestly how can anyone compare favourably with Elliott Smith? 

18.  Sasami - Sasami

19.  Big Thief - Two Hands

Earnest, reflective, filled with narrative and observation I like.  

20.  American Football - American Football 

Classy, delicate, self-aware.  Female vocal tracks (Hayleigh Williams, Rachel Goswell and Elizabeth Powell!!!!!) are exquisite. 

21.  Eartheater - Trinity

Where do I start?  Vocally sublime - some of the best vox I’ve heard in my life. Coupled with orchestral, trip-hop and synth sampling that add this lightness and buzzing music   Lyrically - empowered and intelligent but also some grunge and cool sounding hooks.  Could be cold and disorienting but it really works due to the strength of the vocals and lyrics.

22.  Equip - Cursebreaker X

So trippy and East/West and future/past sounds merging, being broke apart, sewn together and played all at once.  This is post-modernist, meta and self-aware.  This is what I imagine people listen to in Blade Runner, or insert future society here, want to say utopian though, because people will be loving all the vaporwave.

23.  Jessica Pratt - Quiet Songs

24.  

25.  Surfing - Emotion 

26.  Anemone - Beat my Distance

27.   Lana del Ray - Norman Fucking Rockwell

Should be a lot higher up but honesty I’ve been playing it to death my interest might be waning. Venice Bitch was one of my favourite songs last year, so that’s how long some of the tracks have been embedding themselves.

Oh Lana, there is so much to like.  Hyper-femininity, low and high notes, the old Hollywood feel to the lyrics on loving passionately and being adored, desire, jealousy etc.  

28.  Teen Body - Dreamo

Shout out to Negative Gemini’s brother being in this band.  I like the shoe gaze guitars and drums, male/female vocal interplay (swwooooon, this is a winning combination seen in MBV, Slowdive and Jorge Elbrecht tracks I like so much).  Nice lyrics, they’ve done a neat job on being intellectually interesting, but also narratively alluring, hedonistic and simplistic.  (I like simplicity sometimes). 

29.  

30.  Clairo - Infinity

31.  Catnapp - Break

32.  Better Oblivion Community Centre - Better Oblivion Community Centre

33.  Men I trust- Oncle Jazz

Combines vapor wavy 80s sax future trippy experimental synths with beautiful catchy, lusty vocals in a completely fresh way that intrigues me. 

34.  Caterina Barbieri - Ecstatic Computation

35.   Erika de Casier - Essentials

Bass bass bass.  Yes.  But then vocal perfection and introspection.  I am loving feminist narratives that are so well-produced and going to influence a whole generation of women in the way TLC and Destiny’s Child did - because ultimately they make great songs that appreciate kissing while asserting the right to a respectful relationship and are completely danceable and dark and light all at the same time.  

Oh lord, this description is garbled but I feel like a lot of feminists will know what I am talking about - it’s like yes looking good, feeling desire and being desired is extremely pleasant but so is being respected and valued and the two are not mutually exclusive and we should be demanding better lives for our women rather than hanging in the shadows while men take up all the space (!!!) 

36.  Bill Callahan - Shepherd in a Sheepskin Vest

37.  Ariana Grande - thank u, next

I really liked this album due to various tracks with ace production sounding like shoegaze combined with pop and r&b and some excellent samples from 60s gal groups and soul musicians.  Ariana’s vocals are lovely and lift the tracks into absolutely ballin’ and relevant tracks.

38.  Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love

39.  Kedr Livanskiy - Your Need

40.  Stef Chura - Midnight

41.  Richard Dawson 20:20

42.  Hand Habits - Placeholder

43.  Lightning Bug - October Song

44.  Heaven - Truth or Dare

45 Barrie - Happy to be Here

46.  Bedouine - Bird Songs of a Killjoy

47.  Unloved - Heartbreak Instrumentals

48.  Meitei - Komachi

49.  EDDYEVVY - EDDYEVVY

Bring back the grunge!! Lovely vocals, sludgy guitars, nice lyrics. Lets all avoid eye contact at once, stare at the floor, dance from side to side and appreciate the beautiful vocals.  

50  Angel Olsen - All Mirrors

Her voice, her lyrics.  Would be a lot higher up, but it’s just not clicking yet.

Lark is the standout track, her voice so quivery and clear and certain all the time.  It depicts a sad song, “when we thought what we had was such a good thing”.  How her voice soars out so high.  I don't think anyone at the moment (maybe Lana if reaching) can do a high note as certain, uncertain and emotionally charged as Angel.

Jesca Hoop - Stonechild

Kornel Kovacs

Mega Bog - Dolphine

Hatchie - Keepsake

Nilufer Tanya - In Your Head

Cucina Povera - Zoom

Anderson. Paak - Ventura

Sarah Davachi - Pale Bloom

Anadol - Uzun Havalar

Lomelda - M for Empathy

Kelsey Lu - Blood 

Felix Lee - Inna Daze

To be released

Danny Brown

Sleater Kinney

Beck

This is an abundant, exciting era we are living in where female talent (which has always existed) is being increasingly represented and appreciated.  

[doesnotloveyou]

I was tagged by @peonytony and i felt like i hadn’t done one of these in a while, so read it maybe that’d be cool.

Rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I tag: @jinx-is-fire, @atratum, @mostdangerouswomanintheuniverse​, @nonomella, @jarvishasthephonebox, @notgoingtohelp, @fyeahmarvel, @halorvic, @madixlee, @donottouchmychicken, @thebfoot, @xaviersschoolforgiftedyoungsters, @crejhov, @weirdsquared, @karissa98, @statticghost, @jemmaannefitzsimmons, @anthonyjcrowley, @annoyed-with-the-world-a-bit, @bobbimorses, @marvel-is-ruining-my-life, @dailymcugifs

I apologize to anyone that has already been tagged, AND if anyone tagged wants to do this under their personal, side, trash, whatever blog there ain’t no rule says you can’t do that.

the last

1. drink: carbonated water w/ lemon juice 2. phone call: the vet 3. text message: neighbor/coworker 4. song you listened to: Sofi Tukker - Drinkee 5. time you cried: yesterday 6. dated someone twice: how bout nunce 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yah 8. been cheated on: only by my pets, those bastards 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: does now count? 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nopedy nopedy noo

3 favorite colors

12. medium greens (olive) 13. purple                                                                                                                                     14. dark reds (burgundy)

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: yup 16. fallen out of love: yuup...idk actually 17. laughed until you cried: last night i saw a meme that made me slide off the bed laughing 18. found out someone was talking about you: in a good way 19. met someone who changed you: idk 20. found out who your friends are: yeeessss, no drama tho just goodness 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: *laughs for a thousand years* hells no forever...wait yes, my sister :) general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all dem 23. do you have any pets: how many is too many? do chickens count? then i have 22 pets 24. do you want to change your name: i’d be lying if i said i didn’t think about it every time it’s mispronounced or made fun of 25. what did you do for your last birthday: had work/don’t celebrate

26. what time did you wake up: *snorts* well, i was up past 5am... 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: tumblring and telling myself i could stop at any time 28. name something you can’t wait for: bein fit 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: when was the last time i opened my bedroom door 31. what are you listening to right now: the AC thrumming and my laptop fan working smoothly

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: literally just last weekend, my coworker’s a Tom 33. something that is getting on your nerves: back is killing me 34. most visited website: Tumblr and/or Pinterest 35. hair colour: dark brown

36. long or short hair: not as short as I’d like, let’s put it that way 37. do you have a crush on someone: not irl

38. what do you like about yourself: my patience  39. piercings: ears 40. blood type: no clue 41. nickname: Ari 42. relationship status: single as a pringle ain’t lookin to mingle

43. zodiac: how dare you 44. pronouns: she/her

45. favourite tv show: don’t make me choose, i only like individual seasons anyway 46. tattoos: nope 47. right or left handed: right handed 48. surgery: lol, i loved @peonytony’s answer, i so relate. i had a biopsy on my left thumb 50. sport: throwing things at my cat until he gets up and moves farther away 51. vacation: *looks wistfully at the horizon* it’s been a while since I’ve heard that word 52. pair of trainers: le significa “sneakers” pero me prefiero los Converse Allstars

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: nothing, thank god...you caught me at a shameless moment

54. drinking: not smart enough to be drinking water 55. I’m about to: write! *laughs some more* 56. waiting for: the day to get longer so i don’t have to start tomorro1w 57. want: to lose weight        58. get married: only if a miracle happens otherwise i’m good 59. career: enjoying where i am right now, but not devoted to anything yet

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: older 64. nice arms or nice stomach: arms 65. hookup or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: a hesitant troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: nope 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: *sigh* contacts 70. turned someone down: yeps 71. sex on the first date: definitely not 73. had your heart broken: yes 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: yes, but i was freaking ten-years-old so don’t get mushy

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: yes 78. miracles: yes 79. love at first sight: nooooooooooo 80. Santa Claus: yes, i believe in the world-altering powers of psychedelic reindeer pee 81. kiss on the first date: do i believe in ‘kiss on the first date’ wth 82. angels: yes

OTHER: 84. eye color: brown

85. favorite movie: Lost in Translation, but I’ve outgrown it a little

WAIT WAS THAT REALLY IT? DOES IT STOP AT 85 IS THAT IT?? what a weird place to stop

[msf-diamond-dog]

Same for you, all of them!

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

Closed, but not really for any reason.

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

Very vaguely, yes.

(3) Can You Whistle?

No, I’ve stopped trying to learn. I cant do it.

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

Full Power by AC Slater

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

Pretty much and darkish or vibrant blue.

(6) Relationship Status.

Single :C

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

 102 F

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

Nope, I dont think I ever wake up cranky.

(9) How Many Followers?

I dont even know.  Half of them are pornbots.

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Gemini

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

Brown!

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

Do Monsters count

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

Yeppers

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

“...somewhat entertaining.”

(16) Favourite Anime?

HmhmH... Probably FMA.

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

Probably my sister. I honestly dont even remember the last time I cried. 

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

Toys and games!

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

Nothing

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

Nah

(21) Favourite Animal?

DOGGOS

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

Nah

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

Probably around 1 or 2am.

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

I am not. My sister wanted me to put on mascara today though so we shall see.

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

OCEAN

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

Honestly just all my friends blogs

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

Bottled, sadly. The water here tastes horrible. Like drinking a swimming pool.

(28) What Makes You Happy?

Music, people.

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

I dont have any gifs D:

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

I study better without it but Im not gonna turn it off.

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

Dogs

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

That shitty gray one that no one uses but it somehow is all dull with the paper all ripped up and it has like a bunch of other colors smashed into the ends

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

Playstation!

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

Ocean,

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

Nah

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

A gray Fallout shirt

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue

Yep

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

Both

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

Yeah, some headphones

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

No not really.  Nothing new, anyways.

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

Nah, I leave them alone. 

(42)Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

I used to be but Im not anymore. 

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

Yeah...I only remember bits and pieces of them though

(44)Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

Ive never been on one before

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

A movie has never made me cry before

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

Sunflower seeds

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

ZAO and Im gonna see them soon.

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

Not at all.

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

Depends on how well my meds work that night

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

Hells no, I love it

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

I love to read but Im not a writer.

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

YEAH

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

Carve pumpkins.  Im not good at wrapping presents and Ive never carved one before.

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

I Am the Best by 2NE1 (HA)

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

Summer

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now?

Affection, quite honestly.

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

Its just a picture of like 6 golden retrievers

(58) What Is Your Gender?

Male

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

I dont know.  I like them both the same.

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

No homework.  Last day of break. :C

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

Straight

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

Naw.

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

Cubone and Haunter!

(64) Favourite Social Media?

Tumblr.

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

I dont give a shit?

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

Sometimes. Not often though.

(67) Are You A Virgin?

Yeppers

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

Dove

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

Depends on where I am.  If its a shady place Id take the hotel. If its decently safe Id sleep in my car.

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

Yep!

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

Deadpool 2

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

I dont have an ex.

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

“If you’re scared to do it, then do it scared”

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

I think all eyes are fucking gorgeous but my favorite has dark brown 

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

Swinging is the SHIT.

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

I havent eaten anything today sooo idk.

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

Blendoku 2 (my favorite) and Random Heroes 3

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

Yeah, why does it matter if theyre homeless?

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

Yeah

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

Nah

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

Yes and no? I like learning about people but I dont like the interaction part.

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

No rings

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

Unless its really hot, I sleep with it closed.

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

Woke up, cleaned a bit, played some games.

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

Shorts and a tshirt

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

I dont have any.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

NIGHT

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

Fuckin hell, I have too many to list here. 

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

One of my favorite dreams was I was working in a dollar store, and like 4 guys with guns ran in and were like robbing the place and I just looked at them and said “why the fuck would you rob a dollar store?” and they just look at me for a few seconds and then shot me. I had it a few years ago.

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

Dr, Pepper

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

Pretty much and percussion/clicky noise.

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

Jeans.  I dont even have a pair of sweats.

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

Shitty like usual

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

Music

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

First one Im getting is a Maximal insignia.

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

Idk man.

Thank you Jana! C:

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Get To Know The Blogger (Repost)

1. If you didn't have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?

Binge watch my current favorite shows and movies. (Currently: Parenthood, Skam, and 13 Reasons Why

2. What is your favorite piece of clothing you own / owned?

Leggings because they’re comfortable as fuck. 

3. What hobby would you pick up if time & money weren't an issue?

Yoga seems fun and I try to be a chilled person. 

4. What does your perfect room look like?

A rustic/vintage style room with a bunch of old cameras and maps and books but then also plants and fairy lights.

5. How often do you play sports?

If I played sports often I would not be on here. 

6. What fictional place would you like to visit?

I want to visit Idris (Shadowhunters).

7. What job would you be terrible at?

I’m terrible at any job that you have to do under pressure (most jobs) so I would be a really bad waitress. 

8. When was the last time you climbed a tree?

I have never climbed a tree. 

9. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would you have a good chance of winning a medal for?

Being able to find out certain information on anyone about anything.

10. What is the most annoying habit that you or other people have?

I am ALWAYS late. I can never be on time for anything. 

11. What job do you think you'd be really good at?

I think I would be good as a retail person or a makeup artist. 

12. What skill would you like to master?

Drumming, guitar, piano, singing, and reading fast. 

13. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on?

A road trip across the US with my friends.

14. If you had unlimited funds to build a house to live on for the rest of your life, what would the finished house look like?

An apartment type place that is an industrial building with old brick and a spiral staircase with a bunch of rustic accessories, located in a city. 

15. What's your favorite drink?

Hot chocolate.

16. What state or country do you never want to go back to?

I have never been there but I never want to go to Idaho.. I don’t know why??

17. What songs do you have completely memorized?

Anything Troye Sivan, 5sos, most One Direction. A bunch of songs.

18. What game or movie universe would you like to live in?

Twilight in Forks, Washington. 

19. What do you consider to be your best find?

Um... I dont know?

20. Are you usually early or late?

Late forever and always.

21. What pets did you have when you were growing up?

Two cats, two hamsters, a bunch of fish, hermit crabs, and a dog. 

22. When people come to you for help, what do they usually need help with?

Mainly any type of advice. Boys usually with girls and girls usually with rumors and gossip. 

23. What takes up too much of your time?

My phone, specifically a website called Quotev. 

24. What do you wish you knew more about?

I wish I knew more about psychology. 

25. What would be your first question after waking up from being frozen for 100 years?

Who the fuck froze me?

26. What are some small things that make your day better?

When an idol of mine posts a new picture or video. Or when a new clip or episode of one of my favorite shows comes out. 

27. Who's your go-to band or artist when you don't know who or what to listen to?

5 Seconds of Summer. 

28. What's the best way to start the day?

Waking up around 9 am, showering, and having a fruit with coffee. 

29. What TV shows do you like?

Skam, Shameless, American Horror Story, Shadowhunters, Scream Queens, 13 Reasons Why, Modern Family, The Fosters, Riverdale, and Parenthood. 

30. What TV channel doesn't exist but really should?

LGBTQ+ channel.

31. Who has impressed you most with what they've accomplished?

Any actors that started at a later age (19-23) and are on successful, popular shows or movies now. 

32. What age do you wish you could stay at permanently?

22 seems pretty great. 

33. What TV show or movie do you refuse to watch?

I refuse to watch most horror movies. 

34. What's your ideal way to spend a weekend?

A successful binge weekend of movies and tv. 

35. What is something that is considered a luxury, but you don't think you could live without?

My iphone. 

36. What is your claim to fame?

I don’t know, acting??

37. What is something you enjoy doing the old-fashioned way?

I enjoy writing letters and reading physical books. 

38. What's your favorite book or movie genre?

Fantasy or realistic - fiction. 

39. How often do you people-watch?

Basically everyday. 

40. What have you only recently formed an opinion about?

On how teenagers in high school need to be kinder towards each other and watch what they say and do that could be hurtful to someone else. 

41. What's the best day of the year?

Halloween.

42. What subject interests you that not many people have heard of?

I’m pretty sure most people have heard of psychology and astronomy. 

43. How do you relax after a long day of work?

Laying in bed and watching Netflix. 

44. What's the best book series or TV series you've ever read or watched?

I have been watching Shadowhunters ever since it aired then watched the movie and now am currently reading the books. 

45. Where is the farthest you've ever been from home?

I went from Florida to Boston without my family one summer. 

46. What's the most heartwarming thing you've ever seen?

I have seen many heartwarming things. 

47. What is the most annoying question people ask you?

Where do you want to go to college? 

48. What could you give a 40-minute presentation on with no preparation?

Either Shadowhunters or Evan Peters. 

49. If you were the dictator on a small island nation, what crazy dictator stuff would you do?

Make them all have some form of sparkly accessory and have any of my favorite shows air on each person’s televisions whenever they are on. 

50. What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?

They should take a trip alone. 

51. Would you rather go hand gliding or whitewater rafting?

Whitewater rafting. 

52. What's your dream car?

A purple jeep or a Volkswagen van. 

53. What's worth spending more on to get the best?

Foundation always. 

54. What is something a ton of people are obsessed with, but you just don't get?

Actually most trends like the thing on the back of people’s phones or the unicorn frap I do not understand. 

55. What are you most looking forward to in the next 10 years?

Being able to travel. 

56. Where is the most interesting place you've been?

Disney World. 

57. What's something you've been meaning to try but haven't gotten around to it?

Playing the drums and yoga. 

58. What is the best thing that happened to you last week?

I went on vacation.

59. What piece of entertainment do you wish you could erase from your mind, only to experience it for the first time again?

The Malec kiss scene in season 1 episode 12 on Shadowhunters. 

60. If all jobs had the same pay rate and hours, what job would you want to have?

A retail job at Barnes & Noble. 

61. What amazing thing have you done that no one was around to see?

Ace a Biology tests since I suck at science. 

62. How different was your life 1 year ago?

I lived in a different state, went to public school, and had friends. 

63. What quirks do you have?

I rant about my current obsessions, I do not know how to make eye contact, and I dodge away from conversations. 

64. What would you rate 10/10?

My gay ships. 

65. What fad or trend do you think should come back?

I thought the Rainbow Loom was awesome. 

66. What is the most interesting piece of art you've seen?

Shirtless guys.

67. What kind of art do you enjoy most?

I enjoy face paint.

68. What do you hope never changes?

Our freedom of speech. 

69. What city would you most like to live in?

Boston or New York City. 

70. What movie title best describes your life?

The Art of Getting By. (The movie is basically me)

71. Why did you decide to do the work you are doing now?

I am not doing any work. 

72. What's the best way a person can spend their time?

Doing what they are most passionate about and feeling care free about it. 

73. If you suddenly became a master at woodworking, what would you make?

I would make furniture that looked like it was from a fairy tale world

74. Where is the most relaxing place you've ever been?

In a spa.

75. What's the luckiest thing that has ever happened to you?

I won a cute and expensive bag without realizing that’s what I signed up for.

76. Where would you rather be from?

I am from New York and I like being from there.

77. What are some things you've had to unlearn?

I did not have to, but every summer I forget everything I learned that year in math.

78. What do you look forward to in the next 6 months?

I am going on vacation with my cousins. 

79. What website do you visit most often?

Quotev or Instagram.

80. What one thing do you really want but can't afford?

High quality makeup. 

81. Where do you usually go when you have free time?

I go to my bedroom.

82. Where would you spend all your time if you could?

My bedroom. 

83. What's special about the place you grew up?

I have never grown up in one place. I move every 4 years. 

84. What age do you want to live to?

95 seems like a good age.

85. What are you most likely to become famous for?

Makeup or acting. 

86. What are you absolutely determined to do?

To live my life to the fullest and not have regrets on things I did not do. 

87. What is the most impressive thing you know how to do?

How to draw a skull on my face using just eye shadow. 

88. What do you wish you knew more about?

I answered this question earlier on. 

89. What question would you most like to know the answer to?

What is my future going to be?

90. What question can you ask to find out the most about a person?

What are your passions?

91. When was the last time you changed your opinion or belief about something major?

I stopped believing in my religion and the political opinions my family has. 

92. What's the best compliment you've ever received?

You are really interesting to talk to. 

93. As the only human left on earth, what would you do?

Scream as loud as possible. 

94. Who inspires you to be better?

My idols (there are a lot).

95. What do you want your epitaph to be?

She lived a long, full life doing what she loved. 

96. What haven't you grown out of?

Hugging my mom in public. 

97. In what situation or place would you feel most out of place in?

A high school.

98. What's the dumbest thing you've done that actually turned out pretty well?

Throw a party. 

99. If someone wrote a book on an event in your life, what would the book be about?

Nothing at all. I am not interesting. 

100. What's something you will never do again?

Throw a party. 

101. How do you hope you'll change as a person in the future?

I hope to be more confident, daring, and adventurous. 

102. What keeps you up at night?

Things I keep putting off or events that happen the next day. 

103. What's the most surprising self-realization you've had?

That I was a negative person and needed to change for the better. 

104. What is the most illegal thing you've ever done?

Drink underage. Risky, I know. 

105. How do you get in the way of your own success?

I am a big procrastinator. 

106. What are you afraid people see when they look at you?

My body.

107. What is your biggest regret?

Not applying myself more (I’m still working on that).

108. What do you look down on people for?

The way they behave and treat others. 

109. What bridges do you not regret burning?

Toxic or one sided relationships. 

110. What lie do you tell most often?

I’m almost ready.  

111. What would be your spirit animal?

A hedgehog. 

112. What is the best & worst thing about getting older?

Living on your own.

113. What are you most likely very wrong about?

A lot of things. 

114. If you had a personal flag, what would be on it?

A rainbow and glitter.

115. What's happened that changed your view on the world?

How negative or hurtful people can be.

116. What is the biggest lesson you've learned?

That there is no point in being negative about a situation because it will not do anything to fix it. 

117. What is the most immature thing you do?

Wear hair bows.

118. What are you famous for among your friends & family?

Being the outcast. 

119. If your childhood had a smell, what would it be?

The pool. 

120. What one responsibility do you wish you didn't have?

Making money to live even if it is something you do not enjoy. 

121. What are 3 things you want to accomplish before you die?

Travel to all the places I want to visit, being successful in some sort of way, and helping to make a difference somewhere. 

122. What do you want to tell your 10-year-old self?

So far, 10 was back when things were simple so stay there till further notice. 

123. What's the best thing you got from your parents?

Their attitude on doing what makes you happy. 

124. What's the best thing about you?

I am passionate about many things and have big dreams. 

125. What blows your mind?

How people think it is cool to not care about things. 

126. Have you ever saved someone's life?

No. 

127. What are you really good at but embarrassed to be good at?

How easy I can find out information about people. 

128. What would a mirror opposite of you look like?

Black hair, dark skin, brown eyes, tall, skinny. 

129. What are 3 interesting facts about you?

I watch about 5 movies a week, I am homeschooled, I have been to Disney 25 times. 

130. Which of your scars has the best story behind it?

None of my scars have interesting stories. 

131. What's the title of the current chapter in your life?

A work in progress. 

132. What were some of the biggest turning points in your life?

When I went from public school to high school. 

133. What's the hardest lesson you've learned?

It is hard to find genuine people who care about you when you’re young. 

134. What do people think is weird about you?

My obsession with sparkles. 

135. What mistake do you keep making?

Trusting people. 

136. What have you created that you're most proud of?

I rewrote an alternate version of the ending to The Fault In Our Stars. 

137. What do you doubt?

I have a bad habit of doubting my ability to be confident and social. 

138. What are some of your morals?

Be kind, always. Do what you love. Have goals and make dreams. If you try hard enough and work your ass off, you will succeed. You are not getting anywhere with a negative attitude. 

139. What do you want to be remembered for?

Making a difference in somebody’s life. 

140. What do you regret not doing in your childhood years?

Having more of an opinion about things and standing up for myself. 

141. What is your favorite fragrance?

The A&F store. 

142. What do you think your last words will be?

I love you. 

143. Who or what do you take for granted?

The amount of free time I have. 

144. Why would you be annoying as a roommate?

I stay up super late with the lights on and take very long showers. 

145. What is something you're insecure about?

My body. 

146. What's the best & worst piece of advice you've received?

Do what you love is the best. Get a high paying job to make money is the worst. 

147. What irrational fears do you have?

Not knowing what my future is. 

148. What makes a good life?

Living the exact way you want to live with little regrets. 

149. What's the last adventure you went on?

I don’t even know. 

150. What is the most memorable gift you've received?

A ring my aunt gave me that was made from one of her mother’s stones she had on her old jewelry. 

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[get to know my characters] ace~

01. FULL NAME: Aeson Richard O’Hearn

02. BEST FRIEND: ERIK ROSATI !!!!!!! In all verses, I hope. ( @prvdznce )03. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual04. FAVORITE COLOR: Black, lol.05. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: UGH, this is complicated bc in his main verse, Ace is 100% in love with his ‘high status’ girlfriend, Lara. Though, I don’t ever typically play out his main verse here, so other than that, ( and his ‘we gotta fake marry bc we’re in a witness protection program plot’ and ‘one second we’re dating, the next we’re not plot’ ), single . as . hell !06. IDEAL MATE: Guys, I gotta tell you. Throw all sorts of romantic plots at me with Ace. He’s probably my favorite male to ship people with. I don’t know whyyyyy, but he’s just so much fun in that kind of environment. THAT BEING SAID, there are a lot of different types that can suit him. I genuinely don’t think there’s a certain type of girl that’s really good for him, because I really believe Ace can be paired with soft girls and controlling ones. He’s a really flexible character *romantically*— but he’s a HUGE monogamist. He has a hard time letting go, so he wouldn’t work well with ‘dating around’. It’s all or nothing, really. 07.TURN-ONS: A challenge. Booooooy does Ace love a challenge. When he has to do a bit of fair chasing or be put to the test with ~teasing~ and such, he’s down. Physically, he definitely prefers more clothes on than off, unless it’s in the bedroom or something. When she’s a little ‘dominant’ in any kind of way, he melts. I think it’s kind of in the norm for Ace to lead, to generally ‘be the boss’ so when the tables turn, he’s into it.08. FAVORITE FOOD: Steak and veggies~09. CRUSHES: Is it weird if I say he’s into someone like Meryl Streep? I have a feeling Ace would be really into musicians and actresses that were a bit older and were masters of their craft. 10. FAVORITE MUSIC: YA’LL I made an 8TRACKS for ma boi back in the day!!!! XOXO11. BIGGEST FEAR: Not being needed? Feeling useless.12. BIGGEST FANTASY: Owning his own restaurant– ya boi’s a maaaad cook!13. BAD HABITS: Smoking, drinking… sometimes his overprotective tendencies get a bit extreme. He’s definitely the type to not listen to some sort of warning if he thinks it’s for their benefit. 14. BIGGEST REGRET: He’s not really the regretful type? I mean, if he could stop his cousin from getting into cocaine ( thanks to him, technically ) or his sister from being a runaway, he would. Though, those are matters really out of his control, so. Yeh. 15. BEST KEPT SECRET/S: That his mother is kind of really obsessed with him. 16. LAST ‘THOUGHT’: Ace’s eyes flickered at her zipping down her jacket, momentarily confused if this was going to turn into some sex-hate adventure. Nevertheless, Ace swallowed hard at the bruise he left, unaware it was still as dark as the hate shared between them. It was a temporary reminder for him, what kind of evil he can cause. It was hard to grasp, but Ace owned up to his actions. He had to, because denying the bad you’ve knowingly done was a ticket to hell. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should thank his membership to the Christian Club for teaching him that. The long, basically practiced speech Mona gave made Ace exhale with impatience. God, she loved being dramatic. At the mention of jail, his brow twitched, a sunken feeling beginning to make itself evident.17. WORST ROMANTIC EXPERIENCE: I don’t think his relationship with Lara was the worst, but it definitely hurt a LOT of people in return. 18. BIGGEST INSECURITY: Am I allowed to say he’s not insecure? Maybe for someone to say his cooking sucks? Lol.19. WEAPON OF CHOICE: A gun? Lmao. His sarcasm? 20. ROLE MODEL: His grandparents, noooooo doubt.