#these are the first selfies ive taken in so long

[windingpathways]

since I got sick I've been feeling weird about being Witnessed bc I feel like I look so different... but I'm trying to get over that, so here's a couple hot-mess barefaced pics of the self indulgent yarrow crown I made today in the work truck between properties

[paper-mario-wiki]

why are you so pretty?

mostly through a lot of effort put into personal development, becoming more in tune with hygiene routines to clean up my appearance and self confidence, catching myself when im not standing/sitting up straight to make my posture better, eating a little more healthy so ive got more energy during the day, teaching myself how to put on and wear makeup, and through LOOOOOOOTS of selfies taken until i get the exact right angle that doesnt show off too much of my protruding brow or my love handles and nothing too close to the camera so you cant see the dense dark beard hair under my skin because it's still there even if im clean shaven if im not wearing enough foundation.

i didn't fall into looking like this and taking selfies as often as i do by chance. i didn't start taking hormones and instantly realize "oh now i like myself!" (though that definitely helped the process). it was through directed long-term effort and attention to myself and specific needs i didnt even realize i wasnt filling. i honestly think a lot of my "prettiness" is just in the confidence im willing to let myself have in my appearance that i didnt have before, and that's because i started taking stuff like this more seriously, and my body has felt better as a result. and it is kind of a drag to keep all of that up (ya know, the thing that all women have to do to be accepted by society, which also becomes significantly more difficult if you are even remotely disabled), but most of the things i talked about are just healthy decisions that most people might benefit from hearing anyway.

the ultimate "first step" is to make a single small decision, because you cant start a whole program all at once. my first step (when i was still "Chase" by the way) was trying on cutting soda out of my diet, brushing out my hair more often, and shaving the beard that i'd been using to cover as much of my face as possible for years. if you want to make Big Sweeping Changes to your life, try starting with stuff like that!

[octuscle]

Could you make me a jock?

I'm lost in life , and IV never been able to fulfill my dreams

Iv always wanted to play football, but it never happened

Those jocks are hot, cocky, built and horny with leaking dicks

If I could just wear the kit , I'd be happy, but to play , I'd do anything, i would obey anyone for it to come reality

Bruh, you're 22 years old now… A bit young to be having a midlife crisis already, isn't it? It's not too late to turn things around. Your job at the supermarket checkout doesn't have to be the end of your life.

Friday morning. Almost the weekend. At last. Your transformation process starts with the alarm clock ringing at 06:00. Yes, you don't actually have to get up until 07:30, but this way you can go to the gym before work in the morning. For the first few minutes, you still think it's a terrible idea. After your protein shake, you don't think it's so bad anymore. Once you're lying on the weight bench, you can't wait for your muscles to start burning.

When you open the store at 08:00, nobody is there yet. Sure, you don't open for another hour. But you're proud to be a store manager at just 24 years old. And you take your job seriously. When the first customer comes through the door, everything has to be perfect. Shortly before 09:00, everyone is in position. You check your reflection in the mirror again. Hell yes! You look hot. You've been torturing your body every day for six years. You're still mourning the missed opportunity to start exercising in high school. Maybe then you would have become a competitive athlete, maybe even a professional. As it is, you're just a damn broad man in your mid-20s.

The place is packed. Many customers come in just because of you. You're a bit of a celebrity around here. Quarterback of the local team. Some even want selfies with you or an autograph. You go back to the gym for your lunch break. You're 29 years old. You have to make the most of every opportunity if you want to stay fit. And tonight you have to get back on the field. Your team is relying on you. Your memories fade as you pump… Supermarket? Damn it, you're not a loser! You played football as a freshman in high school. Okay, you never became one of the greats… But you have over ten years as a pro behind you. Maybe you're not the fastest on the field anymore. But you can take a hell of a lot more than all the young wimps.

The photos for the new calendar are taken before the game. Like every year, you're Mr. February. The Superbowl month. The Superbowl will remain a dream. Let's see how long you'll still be active as a professional. But you don't care either. You're having a lot of fun. And when the damn photographer is finally finished, you wank into your helmet. That's good luck!

Calendar page of February has been published @maxx-magnum

[rainbowgaez]

updating my huge transition timeline picture for the month of july and now that ive got 31 pictures for each month since i started, i can really pick up on those finer details of how ive changed.

all the pictures in the first year (2022) are very uniform—im standing in the same spot in my bathroom, wearing the same deadpan expression as usual, dressing like i had since i was fresh out of high school. a few months into 2023, you can see my wardrobe slowly start changing, and other parts of me with it. im wearing brighter colors and less black, i actually got my hair cut for the first time in years, i finally got that lip piercing i'd been talking about wanting since middle school.

that summer, i started taking pictures in places other than the bathroom. in june, i took the first picture where im smiling enough for it to reach my eyes. most of the pictures in the latter part of the year have me in eyeliner because i started doing it habitually before the end of the summer, and now most of my selfies are of me in some kind of makeup.

almost every picture ive taken for this year's part of the timeline has me smiling. not for the camera, either. sometimes when im taking pictures of myself, i can't help but smile naturally. the exception is this month's entry because recently so much shit has been happening that it's hard to convince myself to. yet even though the latest entry has me in Resting Bitch Face, i still look happier than any picture i took in 2022.

sure, my face and body look a little different in every picture, but the details that always catch me are the ones that aren't directly apparent. my expression is usually an echo of how i feel about life at that time. the external changes in my appearance are milestones; times in my life where i finally felt good enough about myself to supplement my appearance.

i used to think people overhyped how much hrt can do, and i still think that happens sometimes, and maybe that's what im doing by waxing rhapsodic about this, but it's hard to truly express how much it's done for me in such a short time. im glad i waited the very long time i did before i started my transition, but if i had known it would be this great, i would have started much earlier.

[lyda3]

i need someone to tell me if my friend is toxic or not. it’s a very long paragraph and will not fit into one post so look in replies pls :(.

ive learned to dress nice. she laughed at my outfits, but i never used to leave the house, i dint have a reason, and now i have her, i have reason to go out. ive learnt to style my hair, because when i got my haircut she told me im gonna get bullied. i started sending nudes just to feel good about myself. i told her about it. l asked if she did. she said 'of course i do, look at me'. i once almost got them leaked. she said it was my fault. i’ve been on delivered for over 11 hours, when she was clearly online. i tell her how i feel in small intervals so she doesn’t think i’m attention seeking or flipping her feeling onto me. i’ve done so much for her and she’s done the same for me. I don’t want to let her go. even if I did, she’s still friends with all my other friends. It’s not like I’ll get far. She’s worth it. every moment with her is worth it. She said ‘well it’s too late now. it will never be the same’ after I apologised for something that hurt her, but she couldn’t remember what I did to her. every time I talk to her I think of that. I don’t know what I did to her. Neither does she. she told me i’d be so hot if it weren’t for my hair. she said i’d be so hot if i actually tried. She’s tried to kiss me before. grinded on my lap and told me she thought of me when she masturbated. i didn’t kiss her back. didn’t let her. and then she called one of our friends and told her that I was being boring because I wouldn’t kiss her. she was my best friend. it’s hard to let her go. after we had the incident when she said ‘it will never be the same’, we just started talking again. I don’t know why. it pissed me off. She didn’t apologise. I was practically on my knees apologising and she didn’t even spare a sorry look. She didn’t talk about what happened. We don’t talk when we get home anymore. message her just so she knows I don’t want to fight and I’m not being attention seeking or giving up. when we were fighting, she told me she was always the black sheep in her friendships. She’s finally found a group that doesn’t make her feel like that. Maybe feel bad for her. I was the one that introduced her to my friends. whenever someone does something to hurt me i hide it, i dont tell anyone. she told me that when i hurt her she didnt want to tell me because 'i didnt like it'. i dont even know what that means. my friends dont apologise to me because i never tell them they have anything to apologise for. but she’s stubborn. if i don’t message first or apologise we’ll never talk again. shes my best friend. she even said, when we were fighting that shes really sad I did that because I was her best friend and she always thought of me above any of her other friends. again, neither of us know what i did. I took her to the beach with my family. I got my older sister to buy us alcohol when we were underage and we sat in a fleld and drank it. she asked if I would let her eat me out, she asked to compare boobs, she showed me a nude of her. i listened to her playlist. I showed her a song and she added it to her playlist, later when she updated her Instagram story with two selfies of her like she always does, one of them was one i had taken of her, and the song i showed her in the field was the one shed chosen with the post. she took me to her mums wedding. a week out of town, in a posh part of england, staying in a mansion, with a heated pool, a play park, a trampoline, a jacuzzi, a sauna. i met all her family, played tennis with them. she rested her head on my shoulder and fell asleep on the way there, we were so close her parents thought we were dating. In the pool she said she thought she was gonna hate me at the end of this but shes actually glad i came, as it pushed her to do things she wouldnt have if i werent there. she said if i werent with her, shed never have gone in the pool or in the jacuzzi, we stole two bottles of beer and drank it in the playhouse at midnight. i was in all the wedding photos. the bathroom was clear and far from soundoroof, she trusted me enough to use the bathroom with me basically in the same room.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Le prophète (Karlsruhe, 2015): Reactions, Part IV

annnnnnnnnnnnd let’s finish this up!

well lookie there how the turn tables 

(they’re gonna hand over the prophet to the invaders in exchange for their own impunity)

also: evil laughs of evilness

taken to a secondary location! (also COOL!!! we get a slightly different version of this opening!)

she deserves so much better and this aria is so beautiful

edit: i don’t think i’ve ever heard this version of the ending? but it’s SO beautiful

“i don’t wanna use the hose”

“but it’s your turn to use it!”

this aria is ALWAYS a knockout

and here comes jean with a GUN 

GO OFF FIDÈS YOU TELL HIM

“i just wanted to get revenge on this ONE guy”

“well LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE. IT’S OBVIOUSLY GOTTEN A BIT OUT OF HAND”

(and of course, a delicious bit of irony: when jean DID have a chance to get his revenge back in act 3, he did not take it, so…)

maybe, just maybe, everything will work out!

berthe’s genius idea: suicide-bombing the palace.

because that’s totally normal

she’s traumatized and she still doesn’t even know the half of it yet

dreaming of a better life awaiting them… and maybe, just maybe, everything will work out!

(also: beautiful trio)

AND THERE IT IS

oh BERTHE

she deserved so much better. they all did

this berthe is just BRINGING THE DRAMA

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (also this extended death scene has no right to be that beautiful)

okay cool. so you’re going with berthe’s idea from earlier. totally won’t go badly!

everyone loves a good party

and he’s the life of the party i guess…but won’t be for very long…

NOT THE CHORISTERS TAKING SELFIES WITH HIM LMAOOOOOOOOO

also: it’s the end of the world might as well throw in a couple surprise high Cs

the po-pos are here

annnnnnnnnnnnnnd there it is

she came back forever

edit: omg SHE has a gun too

okay this seemed anticlimactic at first but the very end was SO COOL and i couldn’t get it in photos very well but WOW that was actually really well done (even if the whole thing didn’t blow up as per the stage directions. how are you gonna cause an entire set to just burn down and collapse anyway)

but yeah. SO COOL.

anyway this was a VERY well done production!!! bravissimi tutti!!!

[lostandfoundbook]

Chapter 22

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The days passing slowly started to mend together as Alex moped around in her hospital room all day. Staring out at the birds through her windows, or writing poetry on her phone, she was slowly running out of activities to do to keep her busy. She talked to her friends as often as she could, but even they were busier than she was.

She imagined all the things she could be doing right now. Dancing; singing; auditioning for theatre; writing more music in the studio; working on music videos; working on visualizers; celebrating the release of her single; furthering her relationship with Oliver; watching Benji's play

Speaking of Benji's play, Alex had successfully convinced Avery to ask Oliver to go. It was an extended game of messenger, but she was thankful that it was happening. She wasn't able to go, and she needed every detail about what happened from Oliver. She didn't want him there as a reviewer, but a friend of a friend. He didn't do this very often, but Alex knew he'd do it for her.

He'd make his way down to the theatre and talk to Benji, probably congratulate him on his performance while patting a hand on his back. Alex could envision it now. The two men standing side by side, one in a suit and one in a costume. Maybe he'll get a playbill signed for her. She'd have to ask him.

She ran a hand through her ratty, tangled mess of a head of hair. It was greasy and it screamed in need for a shower. It had been over a week of sponge bathes, over a week of bed rotting, and over a week of morphine. It had been too long. Her only reprise was the fact that physical therapy was today, meaning she could get rooms transferred if she could just prove that she could care for herself.

A piece of her wondered how that would even be possible when she smells the way she does. It would be a dead giveaway that she needed help. She brushed the thought away to the side and pulled her phone out. She'd ultimately given up on her no phone rule. That was impossible here, especially when she didn't want to cart all her journals into the room. She could make do with her phone.

She scrolled through her social media's again. She had taken to retweeting a few words of support, and she was considering making another post. Many news stations had picked up her words, and she was even in the local news. She watched one night as the glow of the TV illuminated her body in the bed, her own face popping on screen for just a moment. A selfie.

A truly surreal experience. She hadn't tried to reach out to her managers or PR yet, because that seemed like something you do when you're more stable. Something to do when you're getting your career on track. Alex couldn't focus on her career, not right now. She needed to focus on herself, and Greg and Charles weren't apart of that.

This was why she liked Oliver, in the end. He understood her. He didn't ask her about work, or about anything else that didn't matter. When they talked, it was focused on the brutalities of the world and what they both were forced to experience. It was light hearted, sometimes, sure. But it was the cruel truth laid out exactly as it had happened. It was hard not to gain feelings when you talk about things so serious like that.

Alex let a sigh escape her lips as she scrolled over towards Instagram. She slid over to the 'Story' feature and look a photo of her IVs. She had two in her arm today, one in each vein. She didn't know what they did. Alex had never been keen on listening to those in authority. She figured that's how most of her issues with Oliver started in the first place.

He was the ultimate authority. He ruled over a large majority of the spheres she existed in, whether it was music, theatre, or performing. He was always there as the grueling force that halted her progress to a swift stop. She tried to understand it, but she truly didn't. He had tried to explain it to her in the past, but it didn't make sense.

He said at one point that he was trying to fix it, though. It was an interesting way of phrasing it. Fix it, as if he had broken it or done something wrong. Alex believed there was a reason she wasn't selected during the Survive showcasing, she just didn't know what that reason was. Was she not good enough? Was it her image at the time? Was it the fighting? The drugs? Everette? What, in the end, pulled her progress swiftly to a close?

She was pulled out of her train of thoughts by a knock on the door. "Hello?" She called out as an older man in a white lab coat walked in. It was a doctor, but she didn't recognize him as one of her own doctors from any of her stays here, including this current one. He was older, maybe in his 50s, and he had round glasses sat across his nose.

He adjusted his glasses as he spoke, walking towards her bed frame. "Hi, Ms. Gray! I'm Dr. Graham, I'll be your physical therapist! Are you ready to be wheeled down there?" Alex sat up in her bed, feeling her stitches ache a bit as she did. "Yes, I am so ready to get out of here."

He let out a chuckle and walked towards the end of her bed. He unlocked a few switches on the bed before walking towards the headboard and doing the same. "Well, let's first assess where you are in your treatment. Then, we can talk about getting you back up to your suite."

Alex nodded as the bed began to move, rolling out of the room. She and all her IVs were pulled into the hallway and she saw as the white and brown room slowly transformed into a desolate white fluorescent lit landscape of long corridors and the view of other patients rooms. "We'll be taking you to the PT room a floor up" The doctor said as he pushed her bed along the hallway, furthering the distance between Alex's new hospital room and her.

"Will my bed even fit in the elevator?" She asked out, looking around at the walls. There was the occasional painting thrown up on the wall, attempting to bring life into a lifeless situation. Up in the corners of the hallway, Alex could see a circular mirror hooked up to the wall to see all directions. She could see herself in it, and how small she looked.

They made it to the end of the hallways where the elevators were. "Of course they will. The elevators were made with all bed sizes in mind. Imagine if there was no room to transport somebody to surgery and we had to carry them!"

A small smile danced across my face as the thought of doctors having to wait for the elevator because some patient was being hauled up. She stopped to consider if she had ever been here before as she her bed and IV were pushed into the elevator with the doctor standing near the door. "How far is it?" Alex asked as the doctor pushed a button on the elevator.

He turned to face her for a moment before turning away again. "Just up a floor and then down the hall. It's not too far." and with the ding of the elevator, she felt it start to move. She never particularly loved elevators. The feeling of weightlessness in her body, uncontrollable as it shot up in the sky. It was uncomfortable, but it was truly a different experience while lying down. It was like flying.

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath in. She could feel everything in her body, all her toes, the heels of her feet, her lowers legs and her knees, her upper tights, her pelvis, her torso, her wound, everything. It all felt weightless as they lifted up in the building, before meeting that loud 'Ding!' noise that indicated the doors were going to open.

She heard the creaking of the doors sliding open, and she watched as people made their way away from the doors to make room for her doctor to wheel her in. "Now, when we get to the room, I want you to sit up, but don't stand yet. I want you to be able to have a walker before you do."

Alex let out a small a grumble and a groan. "A walker? What am I, 85?"

He gave her a curious look as he pushed her down the hallway. "If you stand up and your body can't handle the pressure, you could double over and rip your stitches clear open." Alex physically cringed at the thought of that. That would hurt. A lot. "Then, they would have to re-stitch you up, and you'd be right back at square one of recovery."

She let out a sigh that came from the depths of her soul.  "Okay, a walker it is."

* * *

Her therapy session wasn't bad, per-say. Alex had to use the walker, and she waltz around the room with her hand on one bar of the grey walker and one hand on her IV bar trailing it along her. She got her steps in (About 150 of them) before her doctor told her to stop. He asked to check out her stitches, and she let him. They had held up just fine.

Next, she moved onto a blue ball that looked like it was made for yoga. The doctor told her it helped with squatting motions, to make sure she could bend over if needed. To make sure her core muscles were healing properly. He told her a LOT of things that she tried not to focus on as she bounced up and down on the ball.

"I'm doing pretty good, aren't I?" she would ask out to him, before being met with a nod before he'd go back towards his checklist. It wasn't very affirming to Alex. It didn't tell her one way or the other if she would be getting out of here. She was stressed, and tired, and by the time she made it back to her room, she was convinced she would be stuck there forever.

She could feel the anxiety picking up in the pit of her stomach, brewing there like a monster looking for it's great escape. She wanted to get out of the room. She was going crazy. She had to pass her physical therapy and get out of here.

She ripped the covers off of her bed and looked at the gown over her body. It was white with blue splotches over it, and she was wearing shorts underneath. The back drew together in two pieces and tied onto one another in small little bows, exposing a strip of skin down the middle of her back. She brushed her legs over the edge of her beds and wiggled her toes.

She jumped off the bed and landed her feet flat on the floor. She steadied her balance and noticed how she didn't need the walker. She didn't collapse underneath herself. She was stronger than they assumed. She paced around her room a little bit, and stood up straight, stretching her arms. She could feel her stitches sting a little bit, so she lessened how much pressure she put into her joints as she stretched.

She walked over towards the window and looked out it. It was the first time she could get a good view of the entire area. She put her hand up to it and felt the coldness of the glass beneath her fingertips. She wanted to be out there with all the people walking along the sidewalks, skating down on their skateboards, and living their lives freely. She didn't want to be trapped in here.

She turned back to face the door. She was still connected to her IVs, but nothing was stopping her from walking out of the room. She hadn't been hooked back up to everything since her PT session, and she wasn't on a catheter anymore. She could just use the excuse of using the bathroom.

She grabbed ahold of the metal bar that held all of her fluid bags and IV lines and trailed it along with her across the room. It was loud and clutter-y, and it took up a lot of space. It clunked and clattered as she moved and the sound of the wheels against the floor was grating. She would be caught out immediately, but at least she would make it out of her room. She grabbed out for the door handle, and it was cold between her other hand.

She swung it down and lugged open the door. She began to walk her walk out of the room, pretty much un-noticed. She was just here a couple hours ago, so the hallways were familiar to her. They screamed of desperation and release, and beckoned for somebody to give them a make over. Bleak and white. The lights shining down didn't make them look any better as afternoon started to wash over the building.

She rolled her way out of the hallway and down a main section of the building where a nurses desk was. The nurse raised her head towards Alex and looked around before speaking out. "Are you looking for someone, hun?"

Alex paused. "Um, the bathroom, actually." She lied. The nurses face lit up as she stood up. "Here. Let me help you." She walked over towards Alex and faced her towards the left. "All the way down there, the first door on the right."

Alex nodded towards her as she internalized this information. She was just glad to be anywhere else but that box she was trapped in the last week. She walked down the new hallway she was met with and found herself at the door the nurse had mentioned. She opened it and walked in, locking it behind her. She walked up to the mirror and looked at herself in it.

She looked tired, and her bruises were turning this yellowish-brown color that indicated healing. Despite this, her skin was pale and washed out, and she looked... tired. There were no words for how traumatized she looked at the moment. She let out a sigh and turned on the water, splashing a bit on her face. She pulled some paper towel away and wiped her face dry before tossing it away.

She opened the door to the bathroom again and made her way back to the nurses desk. From there, she found her original hallway, and eventually, her room. It wasn't the greatest randevu she had ever had but at least she got some air. As she looked through her tiny window on her door, she could see Oliver sitting at the chairs in her room. He was waiting for her.

She twisted the doorknob down to open it and she saw his head shoot over. "You're walking! I'm assuming PT went well?"

Alex pushed her IV bar back into the room before she shut the door behind her. "Yeah, I had to get out of here. I was going crazy." Oliver re-adjusted how he was sitting in his chair "Well, if you're walking, I can only guess that they'll approve you for a transfer. We have everything we need in J-Block so it's not hard to get you everything you need."

Alex nodded, excited at the idea. She could feel her heart pick up at the very idea of getting out of here. Finally. She felt like she was getting sores on her ass, that's how long she had been sitting here doing nothing. "Thank god. I'm not kidding. I'm going insane here. There's nothing to do all day. The TV replays the same five shows over and over again, and they're always re-runs. Nothing new. The food here is so bland, my taste buds could just pack it up and move on out at this point. And don't even get me started on the fucking piano out there."

Oliver seemed to be reeling by her rant. "Well, that's very brutally honest." Alex sat down in her bed, repositioning the covers over herself. "When have you known me to not be?" she had a spark in her eyes that could ignite the room around her.

"Never." He laughed out in reply. "You've never hidden your opinions. I just think maybe you don't like hospitals. I don't think it has to do with this room, or any other room you could be placed in. You don't like feeling trapped."

Alex nodded. This was very true. "I don't like being out of control." she eventually admitted to the man. She could trust him with her deepest darkest feelings, and she knew he would never judge her. She stared at his lips, and imagined all the ways she could kiss him. She would have to wait until she got better. Now was not the time to be thinking about that, she told herself.

She focused on the way he was wearing another suit, meaning he likely had a meeting today. "Well, you're trying to get better. That's what you should be focusing on, alright?" He spoke out, giving her a familiar glace as he did so. As if a light bulb went off, she had finally placed what the look he was giving her was. It was endearment.

Alex's lips curled. "I will. I just want to get out of here. I want to be back home"

Home, she thought to herself. This hotel had slowly become her home over the three months that she had been here. She couldn't imagine herself living anywhere else. She had a perfect suite that was decked out in a shade of pink that she couldn't place, because she wasn't an artist. It was rose pink. Very light, with pinks of tan or cream spilling through. She loved her room. Her home.

Oliver put a hand on the side of her bed. "I know that. We'll get things sorted out eventually." He left it there and stared deeply into her eyes. She could feel the way the pit of her stomach twisted in a fiery passion as she did so. He was so gorgeous. She snaked her hand over towards his and placed it on top. "You've been so busy. Are you going to Benji's play?" she asked out, seeking confirmation.

The man nodded back towards yes. "Yes, to both of those. I've been very busy. Lots of meetings and paperwork after what happened. I've been dealing with your contract, too. Trying to get things sorted out. I figured you should probably know about that. And... yes. Avery told me about the play. I've filled out a slot in my schedule for it. Don't think I'd go missing it."

She turned to respond to him, but she was cut off by the door swinging open. She coiled her hand back to her chest in an anxious fashion and eyed Oliver up, as if she were apologizing for her haste-y reaction. "Ms. Gray! I'm sorry to interrupt, but if I could just have a word with Mr. Haven, that would be splendid."

It was the same doctor from before, during PT. Oliver turned around to face the man, and then looked back towards Alex. She gave him an approving gesture reminiscent of a bow, and eyed up the doctor. Was she being sent home? Why couldn't he just say it in front of her? Was this a doctor to nurse kind of talk? What was happening?

She watched as Oliver and the doctor made their way out of the door and waited for the door to close before talking. She couldn't hear what they were saying, and she had never learned how to read lips. It was all gibberish to her. She let a sigh escape her lips and pulled out her phone again, looking at the story she never posted. She captioned it 'Getting Better Slowly' and hit sent on it.

She closed Instagram and swiped over to Twitter. She wanted to see what everyone was saying. She had deprived herself for so long against people's opinions, so she had no clue what they could be saying about her. When she opened it up, she was met with hundreds of thousands of comments.

This was outrageous. She never could've imagined this. She was a little E-Lister, she was a nobody, a might-have-been-one-day-but-never-was. She wasn't a REAL celebrity, and yet when she scrolled through her mentions, she saw all the regular pop news update accounts speaking about her. For the first time, ever, and it was about this. Her injuries, and not her music.

Everette really had stolen a lot from her. She wanted to celebrate this album, and this single's release had swiftly been slid out from underneath Alex's feet without her suspecting it. It wasn't fair, and she wanted to make up for it somehow. She had to make her next release just as epic...just as amazing as she had planned for the original.

She watched as Oliver made his way back into the room without the doctor. He had walked away while Alex was lost in thought. "So?" she asked out to the suited man.

"They're going to transfer you tonight."

[boojersey]

so hey guys heres a selfie dump i actually like lol?? i managed to not only lose weight but get myself mentally able to put on makeup and smile in the mirror for once and these are the first pictures ive taken of me with any ounce of instinctive love in months and long story short i may not have slept in over 48 hours but i feel ok for the first time in a long time rn

[sappharomyces]

if u don't match ur whole colour scheme to ur wallpaper wyd

[teal-gerard]

❤hi🖤

🦝they🦇them🐈‍⬛

[wlw-mess]

got my hair cut and I love it but I’m trying so so hard to like how I look again 🙃

[motherhenna]

It’s my 23rd birthday today! Here’s your Aries bitch right here

[pies-writes-and-more]

pictures of you

pairing: ushijima wakatōshi, bokuto kōtarō, & tsukishima kei, all with a gn!reader (lmk if I missed anything gendered pls!)

warnings: a swear word here and there, nothing much!

a/n: ive been having some trouble writing these days so im so sorry if this is awful. but thank you to everyone who’s been reading my stories and supporting all my writing :) i love you all! enjoy!

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Ushijima keeps multiple different polaroids of you in little areas like his wallet, in his phone case, in his emergency kit in his volleyball bag, and one in his locker at school. You hadn’t even realized he had them at first, until you were looking for one of them because you wanted to put it in your memories box.

“Ushi, have you seen that polaroid we took in Tokyo at the mall?” You asked, searching around your room for it, checking all of the pockets of the jackets you had worn there.

“Do you need it?” He asked, looking up from his phone from your bed.

“Mmhm! I wanted to put it with all the other polaroids I keep.”

Ushijima shifted in the bed, tugging his phone case off of his phone and lying it side by side on the cover so you could see where the polaroid had been hiding. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind if I took it. I found it in your coat pocket the other day and...” Ushijima’s eyes dropped in shame as if he had done the biggest mistake of his life, making you smile a little.

“Ushi, you don’t have to look so guilty,” you laughed, hopping onto the bed next to him. “I didn’t think you liked it! Or else I would’ve given it to you in the first place.”

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” Ushijima asked, touching the small picture gently before picking it up and holding it in his hands, “You look so happy.”

“Yea, but you’re not even looking at the camera,” you pointed it out to him with a laugh, leaning against his arm to take another look at the picture.

Ushijima nodded slowly, no regrets at all in his mind as he took in the photo again. You were sitting next to him, attempting to hold the camera in selfie mode, smiling as wide as you could and there was Ushijima next to you with the softest smile that anyone had ever seen on him. His eyes had been way too focused on you that day to even realize you were taking the photo. 

“Smile, Ushijima!” you had shouted before beaming up at the camera. But he had seen that grin on your face and hadn’t had the thought to tear his eyes away.

You had always told him you hated your smile - it was too big, smushed your face too much, made your eyes too small, your teeth weren’t perfect- whatever your excuse was, Ushijima wasn’t sure why you denied one of your best features. You complained that it didn’t look good in photos, but didn’t you know? Ushijima got to see that smile develop over a handful of seconds, watch as that grin turns into a fit of laughter, see it in your eyes, watch the elation in your whole body... he never knew how to explain to you just how beautiful your smile was, even if a simple photo couldn’t capture it’s massive beauty.

“You can keep it if you want, Ushi,” you smiled, pushing it towards him. “I’m sure we’ll have lots of opportunity to take more right?”

Ushijima nodded, shuffling a bit to take out his wallet and show you the cute photo he had stored of you in there too. You whined all night long that that photo was awful and that he should pick a better one, but Ushijima kept shaking his head stubbornly. Because that photo was taken by Tendō when you had been looking for Ushijima in the gym. Your eyes were bright and excited because you had just caught sight of him. It didn’t matter that you were a tad blurry, or that your arms were in a bit of a goofy position. Ushijima loved that photo because it was a reminder of just how happy you were to see him all the time. So despite all your arguing, he kept that photo near and dear to him no matter what.

Bokuto had never been more stressed in his life than when he had been trying to pick a new wallpaper for his phone.

“What’s wrong with the old one you had?” Akaashi had asked earlier that day and Bokuto just pouted at him as if the answer should be obvious.

“The old one was just some stupid drawing of an owl! It’s dumb!” Bokuto had whined.

“You didn’t think it was dumb a few months ago - you talked about that drawing nonstop,” Akaashi had pointed out.

“This is serious, Akaashi!” Bokuto held his face in his hands, groaning quietly to himself because his best friend wasn’t taking this nearly as serious as the situation actually was. “I’ve got the prettiest partner ever now and I can’t figure out which photo to pick!”

“Just pick your favourite.”

Bokuto rolled his eyes as he remembered his best friend’s words to him before leaving the changerooms. His favourite - didn’t Akaashi realize that was the problem? Bokuto couldn’t pick just one favourite! He had too many!

The silver-haired boy glared at his phone screen as he desperately searched your social media accounts and his photo library, trying to find that perfect one photo for him to look at all day every day.

“Why do you look so sad, Captain?” Shirofuku asked, poking at him as he sulked.

“I can’t pick the perfect picture,” he whined, looking up to her with sad eyes as he held up his phone to show her the multitude of pictures of you that were just so pretty he couldn’t not see them all the time.

“Ah the wallpaper dilemma,” Suzumeda laughed, thinking for a moment before suggesting, “You could make your wallpaper into one of those slideshows! I saw this video where this guy created a whole video with his partner’s photos and used it as a wallpaper.”

Bokuto’s eyes widened at the thought as Shirofuku and Suzumeda discussed the idea, his fingers quickly looking up the best way to go about this.

You hadn’t even realized Bokuto had changed his wallpaper until later that week when he asked you what time it was because he was starving and desperately needed dinner, “Mm it’s-” you started, blinking in surprise when you found one of your photos staring back at you. “Bokuto, when did you change this? Where’s the owl?” You asked with a laugh, Bokuto just puffing out his chest a little.

“I’ve got something much better than an owl! I’ve got you!” He insisted, wrapping his arms around you excitedly. “Look! I made it into a movie!” He pressed his thumb on the screen and slowly the wallpaper changed into a slideshow of your photos. Some of them blended together, others just swiped into the next photo - some were badass pictures from your social media, and others were just candid pictures that he had probably snuck to take of you, lying around in sweats or making funny faces. “Ewww!” You laughed, seeing one where you looked like you were posessed.

“Hey! Don’t say ew!” Bokuto chuckling, ticking your sides with a smirk, “I like all of them! You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met!” He declared, pressing kisses to both of your cheeks and pinching them playfully.

“Yeah yeah, you goose,” you laughed, your face going warm as he praised you. You had never really gotten used to Bokuto hyping you up all the time, even though he did it literally every day. It was still odd to think that a guy like this really thought the world of someone like you. You snuck a couple more glances at his wallpaper during that evening, looking over at him as you fell in love with him just a little bit more every time.

Tsukishima enjoys the art of subtly bragging to others how awesome his partner is and just how goodlooking you are. Although he hated the idea of attention, and the nagging questions that always followed, he still smirked at the idea of those cute but private photos he posted on his instagram.

At first, the instagram was just a joke - something for the two of you and even Yamaguchi to laugh at because it was just dumb photos of the three of you. But as you and Yamaguchi kinda forgot about it, the algorithm slowly making the profile disappear from your timelines, that’s when Tsukishima started to take it more seriously. He would post gorgeously edited photos of just your hands in his, or a photo of you dragging him ahead in a forest trail. He even had a photo of you just standing on a hill in the moonlight, your face hidden by shadows. Each post was coupled with a stupid song lyric he thought of in that moment, or just dumb emojis, or even sometimes there was just a dot. Because it didn’t matter - it wasn’t for anyone. But Tsukishima smiled to himself when he was alone, looking at his collection of photos of you and remembering each moment they were from.

Soon, more and more people the two of you knew started to find the Instagram. Everyone was fawning over the idea of a guy doing this for them, commenting cute things underneath or tagging their own significant others in an attempt to get them to be more like this. And that made Tsukishima smirk even more.

You hadn’t realized the photo that popped up on your timeline had been you until you squinted at the ring flashing in the darkness. It looked strangely like yours... You blinked and stared at the username, clicking on the account only to find that Tsukishima had quite a following on it and had been posting almost regularly on it.

“How come you never told me?” You asked him with a smile as you went through each post and reminisced about that moment.

Tsukishima just shrugged, looking as distant as ever but his cheeks were glowing a sort of shade of pink, “Didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he mumbled.

You smiled and reached up to press a kiss to his cheek, “You’re oddly attentive for someone who acts like he hates me,” you teased, poking at his chest.

“Ya well, you photograph well that’s all,” he mumbled, acting all annoyed but his cheeks were growing redder by the second. “I love you, so what?” he huffed out quickly in order to keep you from taking his first comment too seriously, but making you laugh instead. 

“Yeah yeah, I love you too, you snarky bitch,” you grinned happily to yourself, admiring each photo and secretly loving that he put all this attention into something like this.

“This one looks familiar,” you pointed out, showing him the one of the two of you slumped on a seat, his hand held up to block his face and your hands up in two peace signs that hid yours.

“It should,” Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “That’s the photo I use for that playlist I edit for you all the time.”

You look up at him with what you only hope are very cute and thankful eyes, Tsukishima rolling his eyes some more as he pushed you away, “Ya ya, stop looking at me like that dummy. You’d think I never showed you affection before with how you’re acting.”

“I mean, you’re often very bad at it,” you teased, smirking at his little annoyed huff.

“Whatever,” he mumbled but tugged you into his arms, pressing a light kiss to your head. “Do you actually like them?” He asked with a bit of distain in his voice, as if giving you a way out if you wanted to say you hated them.

“They’re perfect. It’s like looking at a college of our whole relationship,” you hummed happily. Tsukishima nodded slowly, secretly very pleased that you liked it as much as you did, your eyes softening the more you scrolled. He always knew he liked showing you off but often found people were too nosy when it came to your relationship when he did in real life. But now, Tsukishima felt like he could show you off and how nice your relationship was without having to actually answer the comments. Plus, now that you knew about it, maybe you could actually pose for the pictures instead of Tsukishima waiting for the most opportune time. 

“I love you, Tsukishima,” you smiled up at him as you reached the end of the photos. “I love everything that you posted, but I love you more.”

Tsukishima leaned his head on yours, squeezing you gently into him some more, “I love you too, you big softie,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. Because as much as he wanted to show you off, you were his and his alone to appreciate and love.

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[threepointseven]

Home(Dinner Part 2)

Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name

Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩

Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader

Length: sort of long

Genre: Angst with comfort

Gn! Reader and exchange student!

Part three!

Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.

A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.

Whoah

Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.

They look incredible.

I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.

I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.

“Goodmorning!”

I called out to try and grab their attention

“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”

Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student

“This is the new exchange student”

Beel smiled

“Hi! My name is MC”

I happily introduced myself

“My name is S/N”

They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.

Something tells me this wont end well.

Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.

I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.

The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.

I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....

What?

Did i just think that?

Am i that jealous?

Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?

Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.

“MC! Hey!!”

Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.

The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.

As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.

The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....

As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.

My chair.

My chair had been occupied by S/N,

What?

Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?

As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer

“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”

As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone

“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”

Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N

As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.

As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,

Jealousy?

Sadness?

Anger?

Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.

“Hey solomon!!”

“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”

“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”

“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”

“I’ll be right over”

I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.

That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.

The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.

As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.

I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.

My pact marks are starting to fade

I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.

As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.

“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”

“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”

As i listen more i realize what it is.

They’re trying to break my pact with me.

And for what exactly?

Because they want one with someone else.

That someone being S/N

It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.

Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.

While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears

“What’s wrong MC?!”

Luke worriedly asks

Unable to hold it in i tell Them.

“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”

Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour

As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase

“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”

The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.

[rek1s-headband]

Hello! May i request Cherry and/or Joe with a s/o who has a pet snake? You can do with this whatever you want, feel free to ignore this if you dont want to write it, have a good day/night :D

➯ A/N: Hi!! Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy and have a good day!

➯ With a s/o who has a pet snake

➯ Characters: Joe and Cherry x gn reader

➯ Warnings: none:)

Joe

Loves it

No seriously he thinks its the coolest thing ever

Mf brags to EVERYONE that he’s held a snake, and whether or not they asked to see he’s whipping out photographic proof, showing them that yes, he actually held one and no, y/n it DIDNT take 20 minutes of convincing-

Whenever he comes to your house he’ll spend at least ten minutes staring at it in its little home, watching in wonder as it does quite literally nothing except flicker its tongue every once in a while

He’ll give you attention in a few minutes, he swears-

Everyone was convinced at one point that it was his snake from how much he talked about it, so they were quite surprised when they came to your house once and watched as Joe barrelled inside, declaring he had to see his “little buddy”

Has bought hats for it on multiple occasions, it literally has a box beside its cage for all its hats

When he first found out you had a snake, he thought it just got to slither around in its cage, and the lid only got taken off when it needed to be fed. So you can imagine his excitement when he found out it could leave the box

This grown ass man sat on the floor with that snake for HOURS, letting it slither up and down his arms, his back, EVERYWHERE

Gets jealous when others hold it. He’ll start whining to you, saying “they’ve had it long enough, it’ll get agitated” as if he doesn’t just wanna hold it again

When it flickered its tongue at Joe for the first time, he let out the biggest gasp, turning to you with wonder as he whispered “how did it do that”

Wanted to bring it to S so he could skate with around his neck

He couldn’t understand why it wasn’t a good idea

He thought it ate the same thing as other animals do. So when you told him it was time to feed it, he shot up, asking if he could feed it. The poor man really thought he was gonna get to put a little bowl of kibble in with the snake and watch it nibble at it

So you can imagine his reaction when you pulled out a live mouse and handed it to him

“....HES A MURDERER???”

He wouldn’t look at the snake for a solid hour

“Ive befriended a murderer”

Has unironically taken selfies with it

Idk if yall have seen that video of the man sharing a lollipop with a snake(if not ill link it here), but he absolutely WOULD

He would literally never shut up if your snake was green

“We match, t’s meant to be, y/n!”

Has made multiple jokes about how he has a snake too, in his pants-

Please unblock him, he thought it was funny

Cherry

Absolutely hates the thing

Literally jumped the first time he came into your room and saw it in the cage, because what the fuck is that thing???

Refuses to touch it, he will literally curl inwards on your bed as he watches you take it out of its cage for a slither around

You have one(1) picture of him holding it, and by holding I mean dangling it from his fingertips at arms length. You have the picture saved as your wallpaper, because his face is just so utterly disgusted that you cant stop laughing at it

Asked you to bring it to S so he can throw it at Ad*m to poison and kill him

When you explained that your snake wasn’t poisonous, he threw it a dirty look

“Why is it there then, it just exists??”

Will actively drag you to his house instead of yours just so he doesn’t have to see the thing

Literally jumped about fifty feet when the snake flickered its tongue at him for the first time. You’d finally convinced him to go near the cage, and it pulls that shit? Get it out of his face

Refuses to fall asleep before you anymore after the time you dangled it over him while slept

Never calls it by its name. I mean ever. Mf calls it “the thing” “the wiggle” “the overweight worm”, anything that its not supposed to be called, hes calling it

Has flipped it off multiple times. He’ll literally sit there and just🖕😐🖕from where he sits on the bed, as if he knows it cant do shit

Literally had to leave the first time he saw it eat a mouse. Poor boy thought it was a vegetarian snake, so when he saw you throw a mouse into the cage, watching as the snake suffocated the poor thing and swallow it whole, he simply got up and walked down your stairs, claiming he’d had enough

He wouldn’t go into your room for at least two weeks

Now any time you need to feed it hes fleeing the room as if a bomb has been planed there

It tried to come near him once and he was so surprised by it he slapped it out of sheer panic before jumping up, terrified it was going to retaliate

He barely even tapped it considering he was jumping off the bed as he did it, but at least he was concerned for himself

Bought it a jumper for Christmas once, claiming that if it was going to be there, it might as well look cute(you knew he was starting to warm up to it)

He makes you double check the cage is locked every night he sleeps over. Poor boy is terrified it will slither out while hes asleep and suffocate him

You seem happy with your little pet though, and if you’re happy, so is he

It wont stop him being terrified of the slithery fucker though-

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Texts from the Lost Tomb, part 5.4

I swear folks once I get this and the last part up I’m gonna condense it all

But yeah couldn’t resist some <3

Zhang and Wu Chat

Wu Xie: Um. I’m all done with the shower if you want a turn.

Zhang Qiling: I’m alright without one.

Wu Xie: sooo are you pissed at me still?

Zhang Qiling: ? I have not been angry with you since the ladder incident.

Wu Xie: you’ve barely said anything since the necklace thingy

Zhang Qiling: I believe it is a long-running joke amongst my friend group that I do not, in fact, say much.

Wu Xie: okay but there are multiple gouges in the tea house walls that would suggest you had somewhat strong feelings today

and I kinda caused the events that sparked said feelings

so just checking in you know

Zhang Qiling: I was not angry so much as I was afraid. More afraid than I’ve been in a long time.

Wu Xie: ??? But it has worked out fine??? Everyone made it out alive and Uncle Erbai gets to feel morally superior to the Zhang family for a while so today was a win overall

Zhang Qiling: I heard you scream. I didn’t know what had happened. I couldn’t get to you right away. Therefore, I was afraid.

Wu Xie: ohhhhh. oh, Xiao Ge. It’s alright now—hey the necklace was actually helping u look out for me:) It’s not like those ppl were actually trying to hurt me, really. Your family isn’t so bad, at least you don’t have any uncles you know of

today was just some big misunderstandings wrapped in some poor life choices. Tbh my memoir title

I feel kind of stupid for screaming but when a glowing necklace wraps itself around your neck it’s a little uhoh moment lol

I did like the design tho def my aesthetic.

Zhang Qiling: I am pleased that it was able to protect you when I was not.

Wu Xie: Uh no you are not allowed to get all emo abt this it’s only like 3pm

damn time flies when it’s flashing before your eyes lol

Are you on the roof? You’re def on the roof. I thought I heard the tiles moving over my head. Come down or I’m coming up.

Zhang Qiling: I will be down in a moment. Do not come outside, it’s cold and raining.

Wu Xie: you know, Zhang Rishan said he thinks the necklace might be linked to you, somehow

something from long ago, even though you wouldn’t remember it.

It’s lucky that it liked me, huh:)

Zhang Qiling: Yes. Quite lucky.

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: AWW LOOK AT HIM NAPPING ON YOUR SHOULDER SO CUTE. BEBES HAD A BIG DAY. YOU TWO ARE PRECIOUS. BE GOOD AND POSE FOR THE PICTURE NOW.

Zhang Qiling: No. Also, I am considering what steps I should take with Zhang Rishan. Regardless of his concern for the Zhang family line, his actions were unacceptable.

Wang Pangzi: HES DROOLING A LITTLE ON YOU WHICH IS LESS CUTE BUT I CAN CROP THAT PART

LOOK I KNOW YOURE STILL PISSED. IM NOT EXACTLY CALM MYSELF, I JUST HAVE WAYS TO SKIRT AROUND TIANZHENS BULLSHIT FILTER THAT YOU LACK

GET ON MY LEVEL

WU ERBAI WILL HANDLE IT, THINGS HAVE SETTLED I THINK

BUT ABOUT THAT NECKLACE

SO INTERESTING HMMM

Zhang Qiling: I am the patriarch of my family. The necklace behaved as I would, apparently, to protect a vulnerable family member. Wu Xie’s bad cold last week activated it, and it responded to a perceived danger to him today. Simple enough.

Wang Pangzi: UH HUH

A FAMILY MEMBER

THE NECKLACE REALLY SAID LOVE WINS

TOLKIEN COULD NEVER

Zhang Qiling: It protected him on a technicality. But I will not allow him to bear the burdens of my family ever again. It has taken so much from him already.

Wang Pangzi: YEAH SURE BLAH BLAH DESTINY BLAH BLAH ANGST

“A TECHNICALITY” WOW WHO SAID ROMANCE WAS DEAD

ANYHOO IM SCREENSHOTTING THIS FOR UR WEDDING RECEPTION SLIDESHOW

YA KNOW DURING MY SPEECH

Friends of Wu Xie Support Group Chat

Hei Yangjing: you’re welcome for everything today<3 I accept PayPal, although of course it is always my honor to assist my friends:)

Wang Pangzi: WE ARENT PAYING YOU SHIT

Zhang Qiling: You did absolutely nothing.

Hei Yangjing: whoa whoa maybe I wasn’t threatening family members or busting up load-bearing walls like some undying divas I could name but I totes helped

or at least I was there for moral support maybe?

Zhang Qiling: The only reason I knew you were there at all was that as I lowered my blade from Zhang Rishan’s neck, I heard the camera click and saw you were taking a selfie making a peace sign, angled to have the two of us in the background.

Xie Yuchen: I saw it on social media just now. The caption is “#greatdaycatchingupwiththelads #blessed”

Wang Pangzi: TBH KIND OF JEALOUS I DIDNT THINK TO DO THAT

Hei Hangjing: okay yeah you see Xiao Ge that is a modern kind of help I should’ve known you wouldn’t be aware

It’s called performance, you wouldn’t understand

it’s a ‘Gram thing

Also it means I’m a great person

Bc letting you handle the situation was my gift to you

Zhang Qiling: Wu Xie mentioned there is something called “blocking ppl” that gets them out of my phone.

Hei Yangjing: nah

Can’t trust that Wu Xie, bae can’t tell a coffin from an urn amirite

it’s not a thing, blocking

Xie Yuchen: It is a thing. I’ll show you later, Zhang Qiling.

Wang Pangzi: YOU BOYS GO GET CLEANED UP AND COME BY AROUND 9 I SNAGGED SOME OF ZHANG RISHANS BOOZE ON THE WAY OUT

Bonnie and Clyde Chat

Hei Yangjing: you looked pretty comfortable in those handcuffs earlier ;););)

Xie Yuchen: Go to sleep, idiot.

Hei Yangjing: You’d have to do something to tire me out ;););)

Xie Yuchen: Are you like this around Wu Xie? Not that I care, I’m just asking.

Hei Yangjing: uh that’s a big nope

First off all Idk when I’ll die but Id prefer it to be on my terms and not at the hands of those other two

Secondly there is a part of me that remembers how adorable he was when he was younger and that makes it weird

(No offense but u were not adorable. He was bebe luke skywalker, you were bebe princess leia I am obvs Han Solo 4lyfe)

Also I’m a little scared that if i flirted with him and he flirted back he’d be better at it.

Xie Yuchen: All valid concerns.

Hei Yangjing: as cute as he is I don’t really wanna tap that.

Xie Yuchen: I see.

Hei Yangjing: do you tho

Main Chat

Wu Xie: okay folks who wants cocoa to top the evening off? I picked some up today:D

Wang Pangzi: UH YOU SPENT YOUR DAY BEING KIDNAPPED AND PLACATING A SENTIENT NECKLACE WHEN DID YOU HAVE TIME TO GET GROCERIES

FRANKLY THATS INTIMIDATING

Wu Xie: the tea house gift shop:)

Wang Pangzi: …YOU BOUGHT COCOA FROM YOUR KIDNAPPERS. FROM THEIR GIFT SHOP. DURING YOUR KIDNAPPING.

WU XIE

WU XIE WHY

Wu Xie: I mean we were there the whole day, it felt impolite not to buy anything.

Wang Pangzi: OH RIGHT GREAT POINT ID HATE TO BE RUDE TO THEM AFTER THEY WENT TO THE TROUBLE OF ABDUCTING US

LISTEN WHEN PPL STEAL YOU IT BECOMES FREE REIGN ON THEIR SHIT

UGH YOU PROBABLY GOT A RECEIPT AND EVERYTHING

WAS UR LITTLE SHOPPING TRIP BEFORE OR AFTER THEY STUCK U IN A DUNGEON TO EXPERIMENT ON YOU

WAIT NVM I DONT WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT

Wu Xie: look, let’s focus on the positives/ we are all okay, and we learned something new, that necklace is still active! It’s really quite nice-looking when it isn’t moving of its own volition.

Wang Pangzi: YOU AND YOUR RELENTLESS DUCKING OPTIMISM

ZHANG QILING ARE YOU SEEING THIS

Zhang Qiling: I would love some cocoa. I’ll come to the kitchen.

Wu Xie: I have special marshmallows for you!!

Wang Pangzi: I SEE

WE ARE SUBSCRIBING TO THE PRESTIGIOUS “FUCK IT WHY NOT” SCHOOL OF THOT TONIGHT

LOL SURE LETS GO COCOA IT UP

IVE GOT SOMETHING STRONG TO POP IN IT

Wu Xie: Still thinking about that design… I’d love another chance to examine that necklace under less Zhangy circumstances.

Kinda sad we couldn’t borrow it to use for illnesses and dangerous missions :/

ah well it’s for the best, a family heirloom should be treasured, preserved and protected<3

Zhang Qiling: I put it on your dresser.

Wu Xie: ???????

Wang Pangzi: AND THATS WHY YOU AND I ARE FRIENDS, XIAOGE <3

Wu Xie: I—

Zhang Qiling: Are those bunny-shaped marshmallows for me?