#this got so long rippppp

[elliesbelle]

I wish you the best of luck, and I’m praying for you. I really hope you get that raise because you deserve it more then anything!!:))

thank you babes!

had a discussion with my boss before i left work today, and i can't get my raise just yet. there's a lot of steps i need to take in order to get it (and i've been trying to but it's hard AND expensive unfortunately), but i love my job so much. i wanna make it work out and stay, and my boss was super sympathetic and told me she would give me the raise instantly if she could. told me that the kids and the parents love me so much and she'd love to see me stay, but she also gets it if i need to leave.

not sure what i wanna do now!!! i love my job so much, but i'm literally in the negative rn!!!

being an adult and having to pay rent and bills sucks, y'all! don't do it!

[soulsmashers]

          it  was  well  past  eleven  pm,  nearing  midnight,  going  into  a  tuesday.  if  you  would  have  told  benny  years  ago  that  adulting  and  living  on  your  own  was  this  difficult,  he  wouldn't  have  believed  you.  now  to  be  fair,  he  hasn't  lived  with  his  parents  since  he  was  seventeen,  but  even  then,  he's  always  had  a  roommate,  someone  he  could  somehow,  someway  rely  on.  since  moving  in  here  on  his  own  roughly  a  week  ago,  he  hasn't  had  anyone.  not  that  he  particularly  needed  someone,  but  his  schedule  was  a  busy  one,  resulting  in  a  lack  of  time  for  a  lot  of  things.  between  college  and  bartending,  even  on  the  days  he  did  have  time  to  himself,  it  was  either  finishing  stupid  coursework  or  falling  asleep  before  he  could  properly  get  anything  done.  that  explained  why  there  was  still  boxes  he  had  yet  to  unpack,  why  his  tv  hadn't  been  mounted  onto  his  wall,  and  why  the  mattress  he  slept  in  was  on  the  floor  when  beside  it  sat  a  box  with  a  buildable  bedframe  and  headboard,  which  he  had  opened  but  given  up  halfway  through  when  he  was  struck  with  the  realization  that  he  actually  couldn't  properly  build  shit.

          that  wasn't  to  say  that  his  life  was  a  total  mess.  he  was  passing  all  his  classes,  he  was  making  decent  enough  tips  to  be  able  to  afford  living  on  his  own,  he  had  decent  commissions  for  his  art  that  also  gave  him  extra  income  and  he  wasn't  out  asking  anyone  for  handouts,  which,  can't  be  said  for  everyone  his  age.  benny  knew  that  eventually,  he  would  get  settled  into  his  apartment,  take  everything  out  of  its  boxes  and  suck  up  his  pride  and  call  his  father  to  come  help  him  with  his  tv  and  his  bed,  but  it  had  barely  even  been  a  week.  he  had  time...  right?  he  wants  to  think  so.  his  eating  habits,  or  honestly,  lack  of  eating  habits,  were  not  the  best.  he  either  forgot  to  eat  completely  with  his  time  management,  or  would  snack  on  haribo  gummy  bears,  water,  zero  calorie  monsters  to  stay  awake,  or  sometimes,  those  premade  caesar  salad  kits  that  took  not  even  a  full  minute  to  assemble...  that  was  it.  naturally,  his  appetite  was  typically  not  there.  he  was  not  someone  who  ate  a  lot  and  it  showed.

          right  now,  after  getting  home  not  even  a  full  five  minutes  ago,  his  only  plan  was  to  get  out  of  these  clothes,  shower  and  sleep.  eating  wasn't  in  his  schedule  even  though  all  he  had  was  a  monster  and  once  again,  a  few  haribo  gummies.  hearing  a  knock  on  the  door,  he  lets  out  a  sigh,  assuming  it  was  probably  one  of  the  bartenders  he  worked  with  who  let  him  borrow  her  charger  (  which  he  still  hasn't  given  back  by  the  way  ).  seeing  someone  he  recognizes  as  his  neighbor  caught  him  off  guard  entirely.  “oh,  hey.”  he  tells  them,  offering  a  weak  smile.  his  crystal  eyes  darted  to  the  bag,  leaning  against  his  door.  with  slight  hesitation,  he  reaches  for  it.  it  smells  so  good  and  he  looks  like  such  a  disaster,  he's  almost  tempted  to  chuck  it  at  him  for  being  so  nice  and  looking  so  well  put  together  at  this  ungodly  hour.  “thanks,  but  like,”  he  shrugs  casually,  “you  didn't  have  to.”  still,  he  sets  it  on  top  of  his  kitchen  counter  that  was  conveniently  right  beside  his  front  door.  on  top  of  it  laid  a  bag  filled  with  empty  monster  cans  he  meant  to  throw  out  this  morning.  benny  can  feel  his  cheeks  flush  with  embarrassment,  this  guy  probably  thought  he  was  a  major  fucking  disaster,  a  guy  in  his  twenties  who  clearly  couldn't  handle  independence,  which  wasn't  entirely  true,  but  it  sure  as  hell  looked  like  it.  

          “i  swear,  i'm  not  always  like  this.”  why  was  he  excusing  himself?  jesus  fucking  christ.  “i  like  just  moved  in  and  i'm  always  really  busy  and  tired  and  like...  i  swear,  i'm  normal.”  his  eyes  shut,  as  that's  totally  what  someone  who  was  anything  but  normal  would  say.  “like  yeah,  this  won't  look  this  messy  for  long.  my  dad  is  coming  to  help  me  with  some  things  hopefully  this  weekend.  you  know,  bed  building  and  such.”  he  wasn't.  again,  benny  was  going  to  suck  up  his  pride  and  call  him,  but  there  was  no  guarantee  he  would  answer.  he  had  an  awful  relationship  with  his  father,  and  an  even  worse  one  with  his  mother.  “sorry,  but  yeah,  thanks  for  the  food.  um,”  he  runs  a  hand  past  his  lighter  hair,  “i'm  benny,  by  the  way.  benedetto,  if  we're  being  exact,  but  everyone  calls  me  benny.”

reposted open: m/nb plot: your muse is jax's new young neighbor. he brings your muse home food from his work after noticing their bad eating habits. (tom h*lland muses preferred but you can reply with anyone!) @indiestarter​

Given his work hours, it was common for Jax to make his way home at such a late hour. He looked forward to having something to eat and completely passing out in a warm bed until he needed to get up again. There had been a rush at the restaurant during the last hour or so that they were open — Which meant that he planned on sleeping in for as long as he could. There was only one thing that he needed to do before going home for the night.

"I brought you some food. If you want it." The to go bag was held up as the door swung open as a soft but shy smile curled at the corner of his lips. The new neighbor was familiar enough. After bumping into them and coming home at almost the exact same time, he thought that it was only fair to believe that. Though he had no idea if the other was in college or simply young enough to have such a messy schedule. The only thing that Jax really knew about him, aside from little, unimportant things, was the fact that they did not have the best eating habits. Maybe it was due to the almost instinctual urge to take care of people. Maybe it was due to Jax wanting to be a good neighbor. Whatever the case, he gave a small shake of the bag with a tilt of his head. "I'm keeping this if you don't take it in the next five seconds."

[nathanbatemanfucker]

The Bee and the Bear, Chapter 2: Back in the Beef

summary: carmy takes the first step to mending his relationship with you.

pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (Bee)

contents: 18+/NSFW/eventual smut, grief, death of family member, explicit language, pining, longing

wc: 2.3k

an: back with part 2! i really love these two and the whole “will they, won’t they” vibes they give off. like obviously they’re in love and have been avoiding their whole lives, rippppp. let me know if i missed any warnings. thoughts/comments/reblogs are always appreciated!

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chapter 1: And Then There Were 4 < |

Carmy usually doesn’t answer the phone– not because he doesn’t want to and not because he doesn’t care but because he’s busy. There’s always something to do. He’s always needed in the present, always necessary with each new step forward and that lends itself to be distant with those who aren’t right in front of you. But, when you call Carmy to let him know that The Beef is his, his phone is in his hand. He nearly drops it, watching as your contact name and an outdated picture of the two of you pop up on his screen.

He doesn’t decline the call, he watches it ring and ring until it goes to voicemail. And when your face disappears from the screen, his chest goes empty. The voicemail icon replaces the missed call notification on his phone and his hands grow clammy. He shoves his phone back into his coat pocket and fishes out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. After a few pulls he feels much more equipped to listen to your message.

This had to be about Mikey.

You’ve given up on him and stopped calling years ago when he failed to reciprocate your attempts at connection. Carmy’s sure that Mikey’s death is the only thing that could make you tolerate him after that. The ship he so desperately wanted to get on but ignored has sailed. But, maybe this call could be a lifeboat. Maybe through loss, he could get you back.

Were you calling to give him your condolences? To chew him out for not showing up to his brother’s funeral? He could take something like that from Sugar or Richie, even his mother– but not from you. From you, it would feel like a knife to the heart. He listens to the voicemail anyway.

Too much time has passed since he’s heard your voice. It's different and yet somehow all the same— a little deeper and less girlish— but still so smooth and sweet. You sound nervous and the beginning makes him chuckle under his breath in a white puff of air from the cold.

“Oh fuck, sorry. H-Hi, Carmen. It’s…it’s me. Nat and I just went through Mikey’s will and well…he left it to you. The Beef I mean, it’s yours. Sugar really needs you to come home to figure this out.”

Carmy goes breathless, eyes shutting as his mind starts to whirl. The restaurant he never got to work in is now his? Mikey had left him The Beef? Mikey had hardly ever trusted him with anything once he went away, and now is the time that he wants his skills? When he’s dead?

There’s a swell of emotions in his chest that make it tighten— grief, anger, devastation— and he’s about to hang up by smashing the phone into the ground when your voice plays again.

Your voice is softer this time, but infused with desperation and even some grit: “Just come home and help your fucking sister. Please, Carmy.”

He has no choice now. Not when you sound like that. He goes inside and quits his job. On the walk home he books a plane ticket and once inside he packs everything he can fit in a suitcase and calls around for storage units.

It’s time to go back to The Beef.

—

Carmy puts the ad out for a sous before he’s even finished packing. A day later when he gets a call from a chef named Sydney.

Sydney’s been waiting for something like this to roll around. She scours and picks through ads no matter the time of day: while she cases her route, in her ice-block of a mail truck on lunch, at 2 a.m. when she’s up writing recipe notes in her tiny black book. Before he’s even seen her resume he can feel that she’s the one but tells her to bring her resume to stag at the end of the week. He needs to feel the click in person before he just hires her on, especially with the shitshow he knows he’s about to put her through.

Mikey wasn’t wrong: The Beef is a mess. Nothing is clean, there’s no technique or nuisance, and the staff is rowdy and combative. Thank god for Sydney and her training, her tact. He’d be drowning otherwise. He was right about her, they’re perfect partners, finishing each other’s thoughts and movements, and ideas.

Richie’s hovering, ignoring his responsibilities to fuck with Carmy when he says, “Still can’t believe you let her walk out like that.”

Carmy meets Richie’s playful gaze with a glare, “Cousin, do me a favor and shut the fuck up.”

“Let who walk out?” Sydney asks curiously, eyes trained on her prep.

“Bee,” Fak supplies, perched on the counter behind them.

“Shut up, Fak,” Carmy pleads.

Sydney glances over her shoulder at him, “And who are you again?”

“I’m Fak. The Fak. Well there are multiple Faks but—“

Carmy cuts him off quickly, not in the mood to hear another one of his rants, “He fixes things for us. By the way Fak, aren’t you suppose to be, I don’t know, fucking working?”

“You got it.”

Sydney tries to keep her voice nonchalant, hoping that Carmy won’t feel pressured by her when she asks, “Who’s Bee?”

“Childhood friend,” He says reluctantly. “Can we focus on prep?”

Sydney ducks her head, that regret from before surging inside of her, “Yes, chef.”

“Thank you, chef.”

For the first time since he’s arrived, Carmy’s grateful for the insanity of The Beef. For the way that Tina and Ebra and Marcus and Richie never stop talking a mile a minute because they distract him from thoughts of you. All the guilt and shame that comes with the way he treated everyone of course, but most of all you. He’d always gotten vibes from you, even before he did on his own, Richie and Mikey and Sugar were trying to get him to open his eyes. Somewhere along the way he convinced himself that freeing you of him was the best for everyone involved.

“Cousin.” Richie’s voice pulls him out of his robotic routine.

Carmy’s eyes dart to the kitchen’s entrance but his hands don’t stop, “Fuck, what is it?”

When Richie’s voice is that quiet and earnest there’s a problem. Your face popping around Richie’s arm is enough of an answer and Carmy’s heart drops into his stomach. This wasn’t how he hoped to see you again. He’s been crafting a text for days, trying to figure out the best way to ask you to talk. But talking about all of it sounds so daunting. The double-edged sword of picking and prodding at all your shared wounds in some hopes of healing.

You glare up at Richie, “Richie, where’s Sugar? Why are you bein’ a fucking weirdo?”

“Oh, another person. Ok, ok,” Sydney nods, before turning back to her prep.

“Bee– what’re you doing here?” Carmy’s voice breaks and he winces at the way it sounds. It's not that he’s disappointed to see you, he just never wants you around this place. He’s all too aware that that sounds too much like Mikey, but quickly pushes the thought into the back of his mind.

Sydney’s curiosity peaks again at the sight of you. What are the odds that the seemingly infamous Bee would show up after Carmy avoided talking about her? 100%. She waves her knife at you, “Hi, I’m Sydney. Carmy’s sous.”

You smile at the woman, eyes lingering on her beautiful, patterned scarf for a moment, “Hi Sydney, good to meet you. Since Richie’s not answering my questions, have you seen Sugar?”

“Sugar’s not here,” Richie says simply, leaning up against the wall as eyes flicker between you and Carmy.

“She’s not here,” You repeat, your face twisting with confusion.

Carmy wipes his hands on his apron, stepping over to you with eyes full of concern, “Why? What’s wrong? What’s up?”

The way he’s looking at you makes your heart flutter in your chest. Goddamn those fucking blue eyes, so soft and so sad. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. She just— she told me to drop this off to her. Why would she not be here?

Carmy groans, scrubbing his hand over his face. His fucking sister. Always having to step in, always having to meddle and get in her hands in places they don’t belong. She’d set you— both of you up.

“I’ll be right back, Syd.”

“Gotcha.”

“Come with me,” He murmurs. You realize a beat too late that he's talking to you, so he grabs your hand and pulls you back to Mikey’s office. To his office. He releases your hand quickly, “Uh, what is it?”

You ignore the sweat that slicks your palms, trying not to think about whose it is, “Some paperwork that you’d need for the restaurant? I think it’s the deed, y’know switching it from Mikey to you. You’ll need it for like inspection or taxes or—“

He takes the envelope from your hands, his fingers brushing your own, “Thank you, thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.”

He does that thing he always does, squinting at you for a moment that shows he’s turning a thought over and over in his head.

You smile awkwardly at him, though that familiar look on his face endears him to you, “What?”

“Do you wanna hang out tomorrow night?” He asks in a mumbled rush.

He speaks so quickly that you almost don’t understand him, except that you’ve been waiting for him to ask you that question since you were 18.

“What?”

He shrugs, running a hand through his messy hair, “Hang out, do you want to like do something?”

“With me?”

He raises a brow like he doesn’t know what you mean, “Yeah, you could come to my apartment? I could cook.”

“Oh. Um, yeah, sure. It’s been a while.”

He laughs, nodding a few times, “Yeah it has.”

You chuckle, licking your lips, “I imagine this is what Sugar wanted.”

His eyes track your mouth before he can stop himself but he forces his gaze back up, “Yeah, she’s smart like that.”

“She is. I’ll let her know her plan worked,” You tease.

He laughs again— a short, bright sound, “Cool, cool. So, I’ll text you my address?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Should I bring anything?”

“Some wine, maybe?”

“Any kind?”

“Anything you want, Bee.”

And god the way he says your name. The way he’s looking at you again with those stupidly pretty blue eyes. You never stood a chance.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He sighs in relief now that the hard part is done, his smile widening at the thought of you sitting at his kitchen table, “Heard.”

You snort, shaking your head at his stupid chef talk, “Heard.”

The two of you are too wrapped up in each other, floating in your bubble of awkward bliss to have heard that Sydney’s knife stopped chopping, or that Richie stopped fucking with someone else. Too occupied to hear their steps get closer and closer to the office, or that the tips of their heads are peaking around the corner. That is until you playfully push his shoulder, pushing his body in a way that brings them into his peripheral vision.

Carmy’s eyes go wide for a moment, his head tilting in inquiry as he looks at Sydney and Richie, “You two joinin’ forces, huh?”

Sydney gives you a sheepish smile, her eyes full of regret, “We were just— we were um—“

“Good to meet you, Sydney. Richie,” You say as you snake between the two of them.

Richie dips to press a kiss to your temple, “See you, sweetheart.”

Carmy returns to his station without a word to either of them even when they join him back in the kitchen. For a while there’s silence again�� though this time it is clearly awkward, full of things unsaid.

Breaking the silence, Richie does his best impression of Carmy, “Hang out, do you want to like do something?”

Carmy points the knife at him, scowling, “Oh, fuck you Richie! Why don’t you fuck off.”

Sydney tries to hold in her laughter and fails, giggling, “She must be down pretty for that to have worked.”

Carmy’s brows raise so high it’s comical, “Oh, really?”

“I’m fuckin’ with you, Carm.”

“Yeah, fuck you, fuck the both of you,” He says through a laugh.

Richie does fuck off, going back out to the front of house to do his job for once. It leaves Sydney and Carmy in the hustle and bustle of prep again.

She bumps his shoulder with her own, “You deserve it, Carmy.”

His mouth twitches as he glances over at her and when their eyes meet, he knows she’s being genuine. “Thanks, Syd. Can we like, maybe never talk about this again?”

“Totally, yeah. For sure. Absolutely,” She agrees easily and they both laugh, deep in their bellies.

–

You drive home with a lightness in your step, one you are pointedly trying to ignore because this is nothing but two friends seeing each other after being apart for some while. You have a partner to go home, a life to go home to. And Carmy’s never given you any indication that this was more than friendship. He wouldn’t have left you out in the cold if it was more…right? He wouldn’t do this to you if he loved you like that, would he? It doesn’t matter how many times you try to rationalize what has and hasn’t happened between you and Carmy– it never makes it hurt less.

That night a wave of nostalgia washes over you as you lay in your childhood bedroom, thinking about Carmy. You feel 16 again, staring up at the faded purple paint covered in droves of flowers. As you close your eyes, you answer some of those questions that popped into your mind at the thought of calling him.

He is the machine you thought he’d become. But his eyes are just as deep, but sadder. His laugh is the same, a little awkward but just as genuine. The flush in his cheeks proves that his heart still beats. He is that boy you fell in love with all those years ago, even as the man he’s become.

He’s your Carmy. Your Bear. It makes you ache.

| > chapter 3: Like a Bear to a Hive

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[princessfarts31]

that one time I got super gassy at an amusement park

so this is an old story of mine but I figured I’ll share bc it’s my most embarrassing story.

a long time ago, I was at this amusement park with my family. we had gotten this pass to eat food at every little stand in the park. that meant a lotttttt of food for this belly. you just know I sampled everything I could. I remember wearing these tight blue jeans and a tank top. and boy was the food amazing. I was fine for most of the day. But as the day got later I felt my belly start grumbling. Here’s the thing, I’m incredible shy about farting in public. I’ll hold it in to the point of stomach cramps and grumbling that’s very audible. That’s exactly what happened. I was crop dusting with every step I took. It felt like the gas in my belly just never went away. eventually I got in line for a ride with my cousin. As we would walk I just said fuck it. I started letting it rippppp… I was letting these farts go one after the other with no hesitation. those fuckers poured out of my ass. it was rancid and smelled awful. there was no denying it was me. luckily they were silent (mostly). My cousin didn’t say anything and just let me rip away. I just kept farting until the pressure in my stomach finally was lessening. Luckily we were at the end of the line. That was until I heard a voice yell “OH MY GOD ITS HER FARTING!” and this kid a couple years younger than me yelled while pointing at me to his friends. I got so so red in the face and I just couldn’t help but…

Continue farting duh. My tummy hurt they shouldn’t have walked into my fart bubble 😒 but yeah I was so embarrassed. I had never been called out like that before and I couldn’t even deny it. My farts were god awful they were gag worthy but I couldn’t help it.

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

THE MANDALORIAN SEASON FINALE IS UPON US

I am currently in the train going on a three-day international city trip with my students but if you thought I wouldn't sneak away to watch the episode as soon as it dropped you're dead wrong

Fr I am actually taking a different train so I can watch the episode before joining up with them after an hour

(I should clarify that these are adult students btw lmao, I did not leave a bunch of kids unattended)

Anyway, we know the drill; time for me to scream into the void again

Before we start: Favreau pls I am begging you to make Kalluzeb canon ;-; Or at least show us the hot ex-Imperial and let us fill in the gaps 🥺 I literally don't care how; David Oyelowo's voice acting is so iconic that I would accept his physical differences to animated Kallus in a heartbeat, even if it would ruin all my fic moments in which I have Zeb excessively and in detail simping over Kallus's looks ;-; As long as he has the sideburns though, those are vital ofc

Are they gonna recanonise the original Thrawn books?

MOFF GIDEON WHY DO YOU HAVE SPIKES ON YOUR HELMET??? Are we gonna bring Maul back from the dead yet again? Cause ngl that would be funny as hell

Entering fucking space with a jetpack, that’s badass

HOW IS DIN’S CAPE NOT ON FIRE

GROGU YES

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WITH YOUR FUCKING DROID SUIT

How did nobody notice Grogu sneaking away btw??? Awful babysitters those Mandalorians

I love how much of a dad Din is. Both too Grogu and to R5

MOUSE DROID MY BELOVED

God fuck I love what they did with the main theme there. Those triplets are everything, and the instrumentation ;-;

I love military action so much, they all shine now

Axe no 😭

I hope they’re actually gonna kill Gideon this time. I’m sick of his face, I don’t wanna sit through another season with him

The ray shields are still fucking rad

Love how Din just collects weapons as he progresses

MOUSE DROID NO

Are we gonna get a Thrawn reveal here? A hologram or whatever?

That cloning room is disturbing

Predictable jump scare and it still got me rippppp

Oh that cave is beautiful ;-; New hope for Mandalore

LIFE WILL FIND A WAY *Jurassic Park theme starts playing*

Yes Armourer you go girllll!!! Now smooch Bo while you’re at it pls

Armour is hot yes yes

ANGRY GROGU MY BELOVED

*Obi-Wan voice* Use the Force, Grogu

Kallus is not gonna show up, is he? 🥺

That energy whip thing is supercool and I want one

AXE YES

Bo girl that scream was FERAL and I am living for it

NO DARKSABER

Huh, that’s an outcome I had not seen coming, but I support it wholeheartedly. Even though the darksaber was cool and Sabine should have gotten it

Bo shielding Grogu I am weeping

The parallel with Kanan no ;-;

YES MANDALORIANS BACK ON MANDALORE

Now please have Sabine return there too

YES YES YES YES YES ADOPT THAT POTATO SACK BABY 😭😭😭😭

Grogu tames the mythosaur ofc ofc

NOW SMOOCH GOD DAMN IT

NEW REPUBLIC BASE!!!

GIMME THE SPACE HUSBANDS

Din sitting on his porch watching Grogu play I love it 😂

God okay this was a good season finale damn

Not me desperately scouring the end credits for Kalluzeb

[hamburgerslippers]

🍬🌤🍦☘ <3<3<3

Kiss kiss for you. Got WAY too emo about these, man fr, so. get fucking ready.

🍬 a song for your favourite character

Canon: Aiden Pearce . Halo by MONO

7 minutes that hits you in the stomach, a dragging crescendo, pulling you up with the droning shred. A scraping kind of wanting, that pulls at your insides, begging. Wanting. Screaming. Crying.

Aiden, to me, is a slow bleed. A means of catharsis in the most technical of ways. Like this song there are no real words to describe that which he holds for me. But I can feel it.

OC: Hound . Storm by Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Cannot stress. I just. Hound is me, ya know? But they are also my child. And something so far from me. All at once. And..in a lot of ways that is a very painful thing, a lot of pain flows from me through them. And their story isn't easy, the Watch_Dogs world isn't easy, neither is this one. It's broken and sad and dangerous.

But there can be hope. I can give it hope. It doesn't always have to hurt.

One day you will get in the car with the person you love, and who loves you, scars and all. And you will drive for so long. You will love your sister twice as much as you miss your brother. You will hold your skinny fists up to heaven. And It will all be so much.

and then. Just. Enough.

And you will leave. And maybe you will never come back.

🌤 name the hardest thing you've had to do for writing

Relearning French rn. Exploding. My sib won't stop making fun of me for how shit I am at it. Also just staying alive and doing it.

🍦 what is your current word count?

RIPPPPP just deleted the whole start of THUS WE WERE THE SAME SIZE cuz I had a new idea bout the opening so we back down to 4.3k then maybe 1k of jot notes/transcription. Slow going cuz I'm jumping between français et anglais playthrus to transcribe everything the way i want it.

🍀 character you would kill off if they were not vital to the plot

I don't think I have any actually? OH- Super outta my normal realm but the fucking main character of the Selection series, AMERICA SINGER. Normally I don't mind mary sues, love em even. BUR GOOD FUCKING GOD. It's a pure shit series tbth, but it's like reality tv for me.

[pinkislouder]

can I ask how you knew you were gay? sorry if that's too invasive, but I'm struggling so much with figuring myself out :(

Hi love, no no this isn’t invasive at all, and I’m sorry you’re struggling right now. It took me a good....10 years in total to figure it out. 

I think I always sort of had a bit of an inkling. I remember being 9 and admiring the older girls who were the camp leaders duriing summer camp. I used to write their names in my diary and then add stuff like: “If I was a boy, I’d be sooooo in love with them.” There was this really, really happy feeling in my chest when I saw them and I just wanted to be around them 24/7. Looking back, there are so many situations in which I repressed feelings/attraction towards girls because I thought that it was normal to fancy your best friend and sneak her shirt under your pillow so you could smell it. I had crushes on boys, though, so I didn’t have a definite “Oh you’re gay” moment when I was a teenager. In hindsight, all those crushes were on boys that were very much “out of reach”, eg. student teachers, older students, or male popstars/footballers. It was so easy to fancy them because none of those would ever become real. I ignored how my heart would skip beats when my best friend touched me or how her scent was so distinctive to me, and it always sent butterflies tingling in my stomach. When I was 16, I once hinted at a friend that I might be bisexual but I didn’t know what any of it meant, all I knew was that I did not want to be gay. It seemed so definite, so clear, so final, to label myself as gay. I didn’t allow myself to even entertain the thought at all. I had a boyfriend when I was 18, and he was my best friend before that and my feelings for him were confusing but I was so tired of not having a boyfriend (bc I thought that’s what I needed) and when I told my mum that we’d gotten together, she said: “Oh thank god, I was already worried you wouldn’t be interested in the other gender at all”. That kind of solidified my determination to be straight. (The guy and I broke up like three months after we started and it became really awkward).So fast forward to when I was 20, and in my first semester of uni and a girl, who was openly gay, got very drunk one night and then sent me a text in which she told me she was in love with me. I panicked and pushed her away (which I really, really regret. She wouldn’t have been my type, but my reaction was basically to run away. very. fast. And we could’ve been great friends still). I went on a very determined spree through clubs to find the right guy. I had to down massive amounts of alcohol to be loose and relaxed enough to snog a guy, and I took a few home, but as soon as we were alone, I just always wanted it to be over so, so quickly. I’d alway lie there and just wish I was somewhere else. I even went on a few dates with a few guys, and there were a couple of really sweet ones but I felt no connection to them at all. Then, mid-2015 “Home” was released. I had kind of subconsciously realized that I wasn’t going to ever be fulfilled in any way with a man, but then I heard that song, and I just started bawling my eyes out. There was one last attempt to date a man after that, and when I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with him even though we were SO compatible on all levels, I finally said to myself, okay, this is it. Stop. So on New Year’s Eve 2015, I vowed to myself to stop pursuing something I obviously didn’t even want. Then a few weeks later, it was my flatmate’s birthday party, I got spectacularly drunk and had my first kiss with a girl. We had been talking all night, and there was this....electric buzz underneath my skin, and then she wanted to go outside for a smoke and asked me to come with her. Then, she handed me her jacket because I was freezing, and we got talking about sexuality, and I said, very quietly, “I think I like girls,” and she grinned at me, very brightly and said, “me too, I’m bi.” And then she slipped her hand around my waist and said: “That deserves a celebration kiss.” And when she kissed me, I literally had that movie moment of fireworks, of walls tumbling down, and knees going weak. I did not want to stop kissing her, I did not even want to go back inside, I just wanted her to hold me like that forever. My heart didn’t stop racing all night. Nothing further happened, we texted for a bit but it sort of went nowhere but I didn’t even care. That’s when I was absolutely sure. I crushed on a lot of girls that semester, I kissed a few in clubs, and came out to a few friends. My parents still don’t really know, I think my mom is aware but I haven’t told my family explicitely. But.... as fucked up as 2016 was, it was the year I finally, finally came out to myself. 

Anyway, this got super long and rambly, I’m sorry. I know that what helped me figure out myself was a lot of music that dealt with LGBT themes, also the MTV show Faking It, and talking openly about it online. I’m here for you, whenever you need to rant, lovely anon. Sexuality is so confusing, and so hard to figure out, especially in a very heteronormative society. I love you, and I’m sending you hugs. You’ve got this.

[shadowglens]

3, 15, 22, 36 for wilhelmina, frances, and another oc of your choice

3. how do they position themselves in a group? do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd?

willa — she hasn’t been in any kind of group larger than herself and gideon since she was a toddler, so she doesn’t have a lot of experience with it, but if thrown into that kind of situation she definitely hangs at the edges. in saying that, she likes to be the one organising what’s happening, likes to be the one dictating the rest of the group, so even though she’s antisocial and would rather walk away from the others, she likes to be in charge. 

frances — centre of attention, always. if she’s not leading a group she’ll work to get there eventually, because being in charge is honestly where she thrives, ego aside. she’s always best in front, has always been better at leading rather than following. at this point it’s almost subconscious, to take control of a situation and become the leader of a group, even with people she doesn’t know. she has enough presence that most people just let it happen.

rhian — she’s happy to help out, but she’d rather follow or mingle somewhere in the middle of a group than lead it. it’s not that she’s passive or a pushover, but her parents taught her young to acknowledge and accept the skills of your friends, and with the company she keeps she knows she’s not the best equipped to be leading. besides, being in charge is a lot of pressure, and being the centre of attention all the time gets exhausting. better to float somewhere in the middle.

15. what kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? calculating and practical? full of doubts and fears? does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

willa — for so many years it was strategy and calculating and making sure her facades were up high enough gideon couldn’t peer over and see the cowering girl inside. she learnt not long after coming to his tower that she wasn’t going to escape, and so her next best option was to learn everything she could to one day use it against him, and boy did she learn. the discomfort and fear still lingered though, but she became so good at shoving it so deep within that she could almost forget it was there. 

frances — she projects confidence and a raw sort of sarcasm out to the world, combined with the occasional intimidation or arrogance in certain circles, and that confidence mostly translates to her inner thoughts as well. she’s never been one to doubt herself, always believed she was worth something, but as the years go by in kirkwall the confidence gets chipped down ever so slowly until the sarcasm melts into bitterness and the confidence into self hate. the dark thoughts only really start after leandra dies, and they slowly swell and grow from then on. fear of failure, of being alone, of never becoming anything other than another dead upstart mage. it haunts her all the way into the fade, and for the first time the fear demon is a battle she cannot win. it’s almost cruel, that it doesn’t kill her but torments her instead; her suffering and pulsing fear would be delicious, by the time inquisition rolls around. 

rhian — growing up she had a fairly imaginative mind, burying herself in books and listening in on the stories of customers to her parents shop. as she gets older that naive curiosity sours into the hurtful realisation that the world is cruel and won’t hesitate to take things from you. she only really comes to understand this once her and dmitri move from the capital to angren, and the full brunt of the war is laid bare before them. then dmitri dies, and maxim betrays her, and yet despite the grief and self deprecation weighing heavy on her she clings to the optimism and wonder she’d had as a teenager. she does an okay job at it, although her thoughts are still haunted every so often by thoughts of a muddied killing field. she finds that sitting in the sun with a cup of tea helps. 

22. how do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

willa — generally discomfort. she’s very clearly not human, is even distinctive from the standard elves found in the material plane, what with her lithe, extenuated fey features and piercing ice-grey eyes. the ever constant scowl and heavy magical aura that follows her everywhere doesn’t help. 

frances — you either admire fran, or hate her. she’s so charismatic and has such a confident air to her that you can’t help but be pulled in, and she has done a lot of good for kirkwall over the years. but she also killed the grand enchanter, and abandoned her mage brethren for a pretty crown, and can turn her winning smile into something just a little too sharp at the drop of a hat. in the end, most people only remember the bad. 

rhian — she’s got a very warm aura, and tends to be a comforting, kind presence to anyone she meets. she tries to put good and happiness out into the world even when she’s bogged down in her own pain, and most people respond really well to this. a few might see her as naive, or weak, or a pushover, but then they notice the beautifully crafted sword at her hip and the almost dancer-like stance she adopts when wielding it, and reevaluate things. 

36. how much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? what is their opinion on this?

willa — she’s incredibly smart, and although she could use it to her advantage in a lot of situations, she tends to fall back on instinct or emotion to get through. it’s done okay so far.

frances — she’s got a fairly good intuition, and in general tends to know a lot about a lot of things, and will use that to her advantage if she can. she’s also good at talking her way through or around a situation. she’s a people person.

rhian — she relies on instinct, 90% of the time. it’s about her gut feeling, about the way a situation makes her feel.

[hobbitunderthemountain]

if anyone's wondering why i haven’t been around much and is curious how my week’s been going one of my coworkers is out for her wedding in china and then her honeymoon and another one just left for paternity leave yesterday for a few weeks and shit just hit the fan with our workload so my schedule has pretty much been 

5:30am wake up

6:20am leave house

7:10am board train

8:00am arrive at work

work 10 hrs

6:00pm leave work

7:30pm get home

8pm work another 1.5hrs

9:30pm take shower

10pm bed 

rinse and repeat 

[kuiinncedes]

jfc

survived essay due last night and two exams this morning 8-10am and 10:30-12:30 adjgjfhgfbnfjbnjfnkjdfhgkfhs

so 30 minutes between two exams isn't enough time to do anything but sit around and just like scream a little

[faith--in-the-future]

milano summer festival recap

what a dayyyy !!!

first of all I arrived and the line was so fucking long I'm not kidding I had to walk 30 minutes to get to the end and the venue people had realized how many we were and opened the gates at like 1pm instead of 6pm skjsk it was INSANE and I was so emo already about seeing so many people there for my little guy 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I thought Milan in April was huge but this show was more than double the size !! it was incredible!!

so many fans are so young like I was genuinely one of the oldest excluding the parents 😭 I was like what do u study ? and they were like oh Im still in high school!! rippppp but I'm glad many people are still finding louis ! the girls next to me became fans just last year !! although all those parents standing around us not knowing the words were kind of annoying like go to the back man !!!!

also there was a big game in the stadium next to us and the line for that was right next to our line so there were all those dudes in footie jerseys looking at us with our flags and signs skjs it was very like 2 worlds collapsing and one guy yelled at us "there's the game and u guys want to see 1d??" and I was like sorry if we have TASTE ksjsk

when we finally got in everyone was lying on the grass picnic style and there were stand with food and drinks and merch all around! it was really cute !! and the stage was HUGEEE

fast forward 5 hours (🥲) to the snuts and they were good although nobody knew a word and it was v awkward sjjsks but they didn't seem too annoyed sjks I felt bad also bc I couldn't even understand them ripp

then finally louis !!!! literally nothing will ever compare to the wmi intro and that feeling!!! gahhh so good !! bigger than me was fucking amazing live I feel so blessed 😭😭😭 the visuals and lights are absolutely a work of art they look so beautiful! and then it zooms on the fans when he says it's bigger than me ??? the intelligence in that ! the emotion !!! the ART!! and not many people knew it well yet so u can hear his voice fairly fell and it was so good 😭 I'm so proud of how far he's come !!! it's so impressive!! his VOICE!! God!! and then he was like so glad we got that out of the way !!! skdjkd he's so funny 😭 he looked so cute, this little red dot running around like crazy to wave to everyone!! and on the big screens he was so HANDSOME!! and he kept interacting with the fans in the front and making silly faces and being absolutely wonderful!!! he was so happy and emotional and proud you could FEEL it in the air it was so 😭😭 I'm just so incredibly happy for him he makes my heart so full :((( <3333 when he sat down to make his speech I was crying and in the other moments u could see how much he was in disbelief and I just wanted to yell YOU DESERVE ALL THIS AND MOREEEE !!!!! I hope u get to do this forever!!!

I'm kinda sad I didn't get to hear change bc I also didn't have it at my show in April but we got BTM so it's fine skdjdk also nobody knew the words to 7 it was so Annoying like he's been playing this for ages people!! I was singing tho sjsjsk and I'm kinda glad I could hear his voice so well !! also in beautiful War God that song sang by him is so fucking stunning and hearing him say the warmth of your bodyyyy always makes me shiver !! I would do anything to be his s/o it's true 😭😭😭 also there were SO many fireworks all the time it was such a good show !!!!! the walls visuals are also so beautiful and clever!!! and the band was at the top of their game !!! Steve and Michael absolutely smashed everything and every time they were in the screens u could see how fucking hard they were going!! I'm sure everyone was emotional about the tour ending 😭😭 ltwt you were everything and more!!!!

I'm so grateful I got to experience louis' growth and healing process with him and that I got to be even a small part of that journey and of the happiness that he was radiating tonight ♡

being a louie is such an honor and constant reminder that your heart can always store more love and pride for that sweet little man ! it never ends !!! love you forever louis ❤

ps: special thanks to @weareonejazzhand for allowing me to have this experience and to @tanktop-lou for the ride ! love ya !

I leave you with a pic of the state of my poor shoes

[sherrybaby14]

Magic Cuffs

Request: Loki offers to show you a "magic tick" but it turns out to be something more sinister and/naughty.

Pairing:  Loki x reader

Warnings:  Non - con (please do not read if this offends you), smut, handcuffs

Words:  1100 (just a drabble)

A/N:  This is for my love @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ (hope you like)!  

   A quarter appeared in Loki’s hand.  You swiped behind your ear and giggled.  

   “Well done.”  You clapped.  “I’m impressed.”  

   “You’re going to love my next trick.”  Loki gave a warm smile.  

   The demigod struck you as so standoffish, but his impromptu magic show was turning into a lot of fun.  Maybe you had misjudged the guy.  

   “I’ll need your assistance for this one.”  He took your hand and you got up from the couch.  “Turn around my lovely assistant.”  

   “Assistant?”  It was a lazy day at Stark Tower and nobody else was around.  Seeing the card tricks and flowers out of hats was a nice way to waste the afternoon.  “I think there needs to be more of an audience for me to qualify as assistant.”  

   “Put your hands behind your back please.”  You shrugged and did as you were told, happy he wasn’t going to cut you in half with his sword.  

   Click.  Click.  The cold metal cuffed around each of your wrists.  

   “Ooh?”  You smiled.  “Going to break me out?”  

   “I cannot believe this worked.”  Loki’s hands were on your shoulders as he spun you back to face him.  “So simple.”  

   His hand cupped your cheek as his mouth leaned down to yours.  

   “Woah!”  You turned your head to the side and tugged your wrists. “What the hell?”  

   You would have toppled over if he hand hadn’t snaked around your waist.   Cold lips touched your neck and you tried to back away, pulling on the cuffs.  

   “Stop!”  If you kicked you were going to fall.  You tried to regain your balance.  “KNOCK IT OFF!”  

   “Oh I have wanted this for too long to stop now pet.”  Loki stood back up and let out a deep breath.  

   His eyes scanned your body with a strange lust.  You started to turn, unsure how to react, when he reached out and grabbed the top of your dress.

   RIPPPPP.  The sound echoed off the walls.  The garment might as well have been made of paper.  

   “STOP!”  You tried to turn and kick him, but he caught your thigh and hoisted you in the air like you weighed nothing.  “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

   “No, but it will be fun.”  He dropped you on the couch and crawled on top of you.  “I have dreamed of having you this way for too long pet.”

   “Loki, stop.”  The bite of the cuffs began to hurt as you struggled, your heart rate soaring.  “You’re scaring me.”  

   “Nothing to fear.”  He grabbed your underwear and yanked them away like they were nothing.  “I want you to enjoy this as much as I will.”  

   You tried to shut your thighs, but he was between them, You shrieked and scooted back on the couch, hoping to melt into the cushion.  

   Loki’s head dipped between your legs.  

   “WHAT? NO!”  You started to pant as his tongue ran up your pussy, his mouth covering all of you.  “STOP!”

   It happened too fast.  Your head was spinning.  

   “Such a tease pet.”  He looked up, licking his lips.  “You were already excited for me.  My eager girl.”  

   “Stop!’  Embarrassment flooded you as your brain tried to play catch up with your body.  

   Were you turned on?  How?  The thought made you pause your fighting and Loki went back on his knees.  He shoved his pants down and a monster sprung free.  Your mouth fell open in shock.  

   “NO!”  You started to struggle again, but without your hands and his body there wasn’t anywhere to go.  

   “Nothing to fear.”  Loki dragged his head over your wetness.  “It will only hurt for a moment.  You will get accustomed to me.”  

   “Please.”  You started to shake.  “I don’t want this!”

   “Of course you do.”  Loki began to push inside of you, his head feeling massive.  “Your body certainly does.”  

   “I...I…” You tried to breathe as he sank into you, stretching and filling you with a burn.  “IT HURTS! Please!!”

   “Let’s get this out of the way.”  He stopped his descent to yank your bra off.  “There.  So beautiful, I want to see all of you.  Have all of you.  Take all of you.”  

   Tears stung your eyes as you looked away.  You whimpered as he continued, your pussy taking him easier than it should have.  Why?  Why were you aroused?

   “Turn that mind off pet.”  Loki leaned over you, the cloth of his shirt rough on your sensitive nipples.  “What he have is magical.”  

   “Fuck you!”  You tried to spread your legs, hoping to ease the burn his cock was causing in your pussy.  

   “Gladly.”  Loki grabbed your hips and turned, sitting up and pulling you on top of him.

   You cried out as gravity made you impale yourself on him.  His cock poked at your cervix and you gasped.  

   “So beautiful.”  His fingers dug into your hips as he guided you, rocking your body back and forth, forcing your clit to grind against him.  “My beauty.”  

   “Please.”  You winced as your head fell forward.  He was too strong.  

   “Please what pet?”  Loki kissed your cheek.  “You need more?”  

   He pushed you harder, faster and you moaned.  

   “Such wonderful noises you make.”  Loki began thrusting with your movement.  “How glorious you feel.  Perfect for me.”  

   Your head was swirling in overdrive.  It felt good.  Shame spread.  It felt so good.   You hated yourself, but you said the word again.

   “Please?”  You lifted your head and looked into his eyes.  

   He grinned at you as he began moving faster and faster.  It was unnatural, but right.  So right.  

   You tried to keep up with him, but your body was turning into mush as the orgasm gathered in your center.  

   “I am going to cum with you love.”  Loki bit his lip.  “Look at me.”  

   Your eyes connected with his.  

   “Together.”  Power glared at you and you almost melted.  “One.  Two.”

   Loki pushed down hard and you screamed, being so stuffed with him was too much.  Euphoria rolled through your body as you finished on his cock, exploding all over him.  

   He let out a moan and stilled your hips, filling you with his creamy seed.  You collapsed on top of him, erratic breathing that matched his own.  

   “Take the cuffs off.”  You had no fight left.  

   “I don’t think so pet.”  Loki kissed the top of your head.  “I have a lot more defiance to fuck out of you first.”  

   You whimpered, more because his threat caused excitement.  Apparently he was going to ruin you with his sword.  

[kateis-cakeis]

Love Victor Timeline

Love Victor is a great show.... with a great timeline... that makes sense.... In a way that it does not make any sense. @joenicky​ and I were talking and we realised, actually, the timeline is like a thousand times confusing. 

So, here goes. Timeline fuckery under the cut

So, first of all, the only real proof of time passing by a large amount is when Mia scrolls through her pictures at the end of episode 6. [video here]

So, we know Victor arrived in December because of these pictures with Mia. Presumably after Christmas because there’s no mention of it from anyone (and the Winter Carnival being after Christmas would fit with when the carnival is in Love Simon)

Episode one starts on a Wednesday because we see Victor’s lockscreen when Simon texts him at the end of his first day and it says Thursday. And when he first arrives, Felix says he’ll pick him up tomorrow. So therefore, Wednesday.

Except, except, if he did arrive in December and it was after Christmas (which me must assume because no one mentions it and surely if he’d had his first date or whatever with Mia, he would have gotten her a present???), but still in December, then he would have arrived in Atlanta on Christmas and then... wouldn’t everyone have been on break? Like school wouldn’t be open?

So, the next thing you’d think, well he might have arrived the week before. On the 18th. But you see, you see, he arrived just to go on break, yeah I can get with that, I can... But then Victor gets the job on the 20th. And Battle of the Bands is on the 11th of January. 

And is on a Saturday, and from Benji’s words when they’re at work the night before, on a Friday, “You caught on fast”, suggests that this is Victor’s first shift. 

I just can’t believe after being hired on the 20th of December that he’d have his first day on the 10th of January, three weeks later. But it’s the only way it fits!! 

But then we have to circle back to the pictures. The ones above were taken in December in a way that suggests this was after their first date and after their first kiss. Unless they hung out over the break and just casually kissed each other on the cheek like that randomly???

But from the way he talks to Benji as they close up, it sounds like the date is the first time they are hanging out after the Ferris Wheel, from Victor’s tone. And Benji calls her his Ferris Wheel boo which again suggests that the Ferris Wheel was like nothing more than a week ago and still in everyone’s minds.

But let’s slide that away for now because there are seven more episodes to talk about. Beginning with episode 4. Now this episode feels like it takes place either the day after Battle of the Bands or like on the Monday because Simon is like “Benji has a boyfriend :O” but uh... hahaahahahahahahah

Instead, it takes place on a SATURDAY! Which means between the end of ep3, and the beginning of ep4, a week has passed! How long does it take for Simon to reply??? wtffff ;jrfhgqalhjadghj

Now, now that would be bad enough but I just found something that has broken me for the last fifteen minutes. This:

At the beginning of episode 3 we see this lovely calendar in Victor’s room. We already know in this episode that it’s January so a win for consistency but uh... that calendar starts on a Friday for the 1st it looks like... January 2020, the 1st was on a Wednesday. But January 2021? It’s on a Friday.

But we know it’s 2020 from Mia’s phone. So which one is correct? I would say 2020 since Battle of the Bands is on the 11th on a Saturday which is the 2020 date....

So we’re in 2020 but god knows what the date is ahahahahaah

So we’ve established that episode 4 starts on a Saturday and ends on a Friday with the game. That one makes sense. We have no dates for it but it makes sense. We have days... It’s fine

EPISODE 5, it takes place on a Saturday. That’s all we know. Is it January? Is it February yet? I don’t know. Do you know? Please tell me you know.....

Sure we get to know Benji’s birthday but if ya wanna know Victor’s? The main character? Rippppp to youuuu

Episode 6... good old ep6. It takes place at some point in the week, then we’re at Friday... again. Always a Friday or Saturday with this show. 

(And also side note, if it is still January by like episode 5, i want to know how Victor got those 500 dollars so quickly to be on the team)

Anyway, one thing episode 6 does tell us is that by this point, we! are! in! February! Whooooo!!!! Yayy! New month!!

At the very least we can be sure that episode 6 takes place in February. Is it early, mid, late? Well considering ep7 is the next weekend, and ep8 is the weekend after, and ep9 and 10 take place in the following week after that, then I’d say it’s mid, because those three weeks then take us into early March, hence Spring Fling.

Now, you may be wondering, episode 7 is the following week? Why yes! It is! Because it starts with Victor in school, apologising to Mia for last night. Now, poor kid must have gotten hit badly in the head over the weekend because last night would have been a Friday which either means Creekwood forces its students to come in on a Saturday for regular school, orrrr it’s another plot hole. 

Getting real sick of these holes everywhere, im gonna break my leg falling into one

So then it skips to Saturday and fun times in Willacoochee happen, and then we get a Sunday. And thennnn

It’s ep8 and Friday... again. But soon enough it’s Saturday which is nice. We love seeing like two days of the week in this show.

And then Victor comes home and he’s at school in ep9? But it seems like he just got back so it’s Monday??? Because Isabel says she didn’t hear him come in last night, which must have been Sunday night.

So it’s Monday... supposedly... And the signs for the dance at school say “this weekend” so it’s like the start of the week... right? And this all takes place in one day because Victor and Mia hang out after school that night. 

Andddd the dance must be on the Friday because they are at school at the start of ep10 and the signs now say tonight. So the dance is on Friday. 

But also... Victor writes the note in ep9. And Pilar finds it. And then what...? Victor waits like four days to slide it into Benji’s locker? Like wtf Victor??? But episode 9 has to take place earlier in the week because he just! got! back! the! night! before! 

And I doubt he missed school because then only questions would have been raised.

So! ep9 is at the beginning of the week. And Victor waits four days to slip the letter to Benji into his locker for.... some reason???

And then the dance happens and it’s a Friday and it might be March but who knows if it is March but it is Spring so it might be March.

And that’s everything... that’s the timeline.

It’s half midnight for me... and im not tired, im hyped up on timeline bull and im lost and someone please make it make sense for my brain please. Thank you for reading, I hope you gleamed something from this

because i for one am more confused.... 

[answrs]

Pauper and a Prince (doppler au)

so like. i have literally zero idea on the lore of dopplers in the series so there's probably a million and one things wrong with this but the line in brothebro's All the World I've Seen Before Me Passing By's newest chapter about them being generally benign if a bit fond of mischief, the nilfgardian aligned ones being outliers to the norm, and it somehow brought me to the idea:

jaskier is just 2 or 3 years into his travelings with Geralt when he receives a message from home that his father is dying and he Is Going To come back and Fulfill His Responsibilities, with whatever implications of it not being a request and him having no choice in the matter.

so he makes his way back, attends to the deathbed and wake, and is now morosely being prepped for this new rest of his life he very much Does Not Want, running and attending to the needs of Lettenhove. he knows it's a great life, he appreciates the luxuries of this noble status, knows others would literally kill (and have) for his position, but being on this side of the table at the lavish dinners and social gatherings grates against his very core of being a free spirit and it gets so stifling so fast and he is miserable.

he's escaped to one of the gardens for a moment of peace one night, in what feels like the first time he's been alone in weeks. he notices either someone trying to sneak over the wall to get in, or what looks like a soldier/guard attempting to sneak away with a lumpy bag over their shoulder.

basically it's a doppler that's gotten desperate for food/coin and is in a last ditch attempt to help their adopted family by using their magic to get into the guarded manor where a little missing food here and there won't be as quickly noticed. but now they've been caught by Viscount Julian himself and are terrified they and their family will be tortured or executed or some other horrible fate. except… he's not calling for the guards? or threatening them? or… anything at all really, except offering them some coin and wine and a bit of conversation? what????

they get to talking and, long story short, Jaskier offers them and their family a place in the manor, food and lodging and all, and in return they pretend to be and act as him when Jaskier just can't take it anymore and needs to get away. there are assistants and advisors that would help him do his job anyway, and he'll obviously come back too, not shirk the responsibility altogether. (he'd still help them if they say no, but he won't let this once in a lifetime opportunity go without trying.)

(maybe the fast trust is because they were secret friends when he grew up and after he left the family fell into bad straits? that or jask has just gotten seriously desperate)

long story short, they make a deal and over time it eventually evolves into Jaskier secreting himself away to join Geralt for a few months at a time, then returning home for winters and certain events, probably a couple months here and there too. they keep in touch regularly with either enchanted messenger birds or other more subtle ways, updating the other to events or asking opinions on political decisions, stuff like that. if Julian (the doppler) can't fill Jaskier in well enough on a matter that's come up when he'd been gone they might relieve an advisor for the day and subtly help him with cues, or he just hides out (which he learns is far harder to do when there's staff everywhere and he can no longer fit under furniture so easily as he could as a child) while they finish whatever process they'd been working on before he got back.

Geralt is, of course, Completely Oblivious™ that this is all happening behind him. Jaskier occasionally asks for opinions on "hypothetical scenarios", or has to take off quickly for events he's supposedly been hired at, meanwhile 100% refusing to play in or even be seen near courts within a certain area of the continent. the witcher assumes it's just Jaskier Quirks™, or that the bard had angered some nobleman or another nearby.

and then!!!!!

then of course there's the essential reveal scenario, where they are desperate for supplies and medical care and coin and they have Ciri to protect etc etc etc and Jaskier has to shove away his terror of their negative reactions to his secret coming out and get help from home without destroying the facade.

(so far my fave possible scenario is where they meet Julian outside the city and Jaskier tries to introduce them as his twin that rules in his place, but Geralt senses the doppler and throws himself at the "impostor", thinking they're trying to trick Jaskier into trusting them by pretending to be his sibling. being admonished by a completely unmoved bard when the doppler jumps back and changes form while shrieking like a banshee is hella confusing for the poor man. he gets the real story after that and is absolutely peeved at the deception but also honestly begrudgingly impressed they've kept it hidden so long.)

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Thinking of calling this some variation of “reverse prince and the pauper doppler au”. Pauper and the Prince? Well, viscount, but y’all know what i mean. doppler!jaskier isn’t exactly accurate (though i absolutely considered them swapping in and out between one travelling with geralt and the other taking care of the city, if only that pesky amulet/witcher senses wouldn’t see through the ruse immediately. unless maybe jaskier was some other flavor of non-human that also set off his amulet and whatever reason geralt doesn’t pay attention to the very small smell differences because perfumes and that elven lute has GOT to have SOME sort of magic signature going on there, but that’s another au. or an au au, idek anymore. i have been trying to post this for 4 days now rippppp)

[lukehughes43]

I hope you had a great day, sending nothing but love and good vibes your way

awe thank you! my day was kinda sucky not even gonna lie. we had hockey at 7:30 this morning and had to switch arena’s because we’re two cities combined for our girls team. anyways long story short my city’s new arena is super fucking hot, and today was an absolute work out for goalies and i almost passed out after practice. not to mention the fact that we still have to get ready outside and undressed out there so rippppp. i got a super bad headache so i made reg stay on facetime with me while i napped, and then my mommy told me that we actually get a locker room for tourney this weekend so i’m super hype! i also am about to start working on a trevor piece that i haven’t touched in months so yay! also sending nothing but good vibes your way hon<3

[xellychan040]

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Hell and You - Amigo and The Devilcuz I'd rot in hell with youif you just asked me toI love the shitty things we do togetherlive with me in this sin foreverhell and you

Devendra Banhart - Never Seen Such Strange ThingsIf we ever make sweet love again,I'm sure that it will be quite disgusting. The memory of a ceremony so Empty, bitter, boring, and hollow.

Yelawolf - DaylightI smell the storm comin', I like watching a sorrow I like watching that muddy water fillin' up the potholesI like hearing the woods cry, moan, whisper and sing songsSo I can think long; an aficionado 

Sorry this took me so long ;w; i got distracted and then my swiss cheese memory just forgot, rippppp