#this is not a drill I am S H O O K

[ahopefulbromantic]

HEY UM SO DO YOU THINK WHEN JOHN RECLINED ON JESUS' BOSOM DURING THE LAST SUPPER THAT JESUS THOUGHT OF SONGS 1,13? AS IN:

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh

that lies between my breasts.

BECAUSE THAT'S VERY MUCH ABOUT JOHN IN THAT MOMENT??? IT'S NOT JUST ME RIGHT?!

[gumnut-logic]

The world was blurry as he let his head slide on one hand and stared out through the kitchen window. Gordon was in the pool, swimming his morning laps. The sun had yet to rise and Virgil had broken several laws of physics rising himself. This time of day should not exist. But then it didn’t, because it wasn’t day yet because there was no sun!

But no, supersonic big brother wanted to do some special training today. Training that for some reason had been scheduled at sunrise.

It was possibly important, likely scheduled just to get his ass out of bed at this godawful hour. Occasionally there were some issues with having your brother in command. Brotherly love only went so far, brotherly snark had more mileage, and Scott did have that twist of his lips when he announced the schedule.

Four pairs of eyes had immediately turned to him and his return glare had been insufficient to deflect the amusement that followed.

But it was okay. It was fine. He had his own skill drills up his sleeve. Two am would be convenient for him next time, definitely. After all, they all had to keep their skill sets up, didn’t they?

In the meantime, it was black coffee and repeated attempts to focus on Mateo. Mateo was distinctly blurry, and dark and...

“Hey, Virg!” Alan whacked him on the back.

His face nearly ended up in his coffee. “Alan? What the hell?”

“And good morning to you, too, big bro. Ready for this morning’s run?”

He stared at his bright and peppy, yes, peppy, youngest brother. Augh. “Go away.”

“Aww, did the big bear have to get out of bed a little early?”

“Alan...”

“C’mon, Virg, it’s gonna be fun. A race around the island, wind in your hair, blood pumping...it’s gonna be awesome.”

Virgil stared at him, his brain slowly picking up that something wasn’t quite right. “Alan, why aren’t you comatose?”

“What do you mean, big bro?”

A slow blink. “You hate mornings almost as much as I do. Who are you and what have you done with my little brother?” His eyelids drooped all of their own volition.

“It’s called prepared, bro. I’m in it to win it.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed. “Are you on something? Because if you are, Scott’s going to kill you, and once I’m awake, I’ll resuscitate you so I can kill you again.”

“That’s violence, bro. It’s cool, I promise.”

An arched eyebrow that almost hurt. “What did you do, Alan?”

“Nothing. Well, nothing you aren’t already doing.”

“You drank coffee.”

“Noooooooo.”

“What did you do?”

“A little caffeine is all.”

The arched eyebrow flipped into a frown. “How much?”

“Enough.”

Virgil’s back straightened. “Alan.”

“I’m fine, bro, I promise. I know what I’m doing. I’m not stupid.” A blond frown. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t do the same with your coffee after coffee after coffee technique.”

Virgil’s lips thinned, but to be honest, the kid was right, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. But... “You’re not yet an adult, Alan.”

“Yet, I take the responsibilities of an adult, Virgil.”

“Your body isn’t fully mature!”

“Well, thanks for that, Doctor Virgil!”

“You have to look after yourself!”

“Hard to do anything else when I have four brothers mother-henning me all the time!”

“We worry about you!”

“Well, don’t! I can look after myself.”

“Alan!”

“Virgil!”

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?!”

Virgil found himself looming over his little brother, one brain cell after another slowly catching up with what the hell was going on. Bright blue eyes were staring up at him defiantly, his little brother’s shoulders tight and fists clenched at his sides.

Virgil forced his own fists to uncurl. There was a reason why he preferred not to see this time of day. Disturbed sleep disturbed his calm, his control, and things like this happened.

Scott loomed over the both of them and Virgil took a step back, slumping back onto his seat and hulking over his coffee almost in a pout. “Better ask Alan, he’s the one being stupid.”

“Speak for yourself, Virgil.”

“Both of you, shut it.” Scott could glare with the best of them, but Virgil had exhausted what little energy he had and ignored him. “Alan, dosed himself with caffeine.”

“Virgil!”

He could feel the laserbeams shooting out of Scott’s eyes switching targets and landing on Alan. There was no satisfaction, just blergh. Here we go.

And sure enough, Scott started in on his little brother. There was, of course, shouting. Virgil idly wondered how come Scott got to yell and he didn’t. But then Virgil didn’t really like yelling anyway.

Coffee. Its warmth drifted down his throat and spread into his bones. Oh god, he needed it. Maybe a second one after this? But then the word ‘caffeine’ came up amongst the explosions beside him and he reconsidered. No need to become a target himself.

He let his foggy mind drift a little. It was all his fault really. He could have gone to bed early, but he had made the mistake of getting into a discussion online with an engineering idiot. The topic had become heated, chemical formulas launched like bombs and laced with reactive equations enough to take out half the engineering community. In the end, he’d thrown a hissy fit and sat up to three am writing up his argument. He’d chucked it onto his blog with a great deal of satisfaction and was looking forward to rubbing it in the man’s face.

Just as soon as he could boot his brain.

Coffee, give me strength.

Gordon wandered in at some point, a damp towel around his neck. Being Gordon, he prodded the conflagration in progress and got burnt. The argument became three sided.

Virgil considered snoozing on the counter.

Then he hit on the idea that he could possibly sneak back to bed. He stood up slowly.

Brains bounded into the room, tablet in hand. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Brilliant, so b-brilliant!”

The argument came to a sudden halt, four pairs of eyes turning towards the engineer.

The engineer didn’t notice, eyes glued to his tablet. Max bounded in behind him, whirring excitedly. It was the robot who prevented the distracted Brains from walking into the kitchen counter.

“Oh, thank you, M-Max.” His eyes didn’t leave the tablet. “Did you see the p-polymer ratio? Amazing! Such elegance. You know, I am quite d-disap-pointed that I didn’t think of this myself. The applications are going to b-be in-numerable.”

The distraction was enough to break the fuel lines of the argument and Scott settled for a final threat, Alan a final glare and Gordon, a snort of derision. The moment to escape was lost and Virgil slumped where he sat.

Damn.

“Virgil, you going to eat before we run?”

Alan was right, Scott mother-henned.

“Maybe.” Ugh, c’mon coffee kick in. He needed operational braincells.

Scott was peering closely at him. “Earth to Virgil.”

“Shut up, Scott. You got me up at the ass end of the day, I’m here. Don’t expect much more.”

His brother grinned, and Virgil had the odd urge to thump him. Just because this was his element, didn’t mean he had to be a smart ass about it. “Your next physical is going to be hell.”

The grin faltered. Aah, that’s better. Hmm, perhaps his brain was slowly booting. Go, coffee.

“Virgil! You h-have to see these equations. They are brilliant!”

What? Brains’ tablet shifted the remains of his coffee to one side and Virgil found himself staring at a series of numbers that made little sense at this time of the morning. “Brains, looks great. Can I review them later? I’m not all here yet.”

The engineer didn’t appear to hear him. “Look at the polymer decay to reaction ratio! This is a self-healing polymer!”

Huh? He frowned and forced himself to focus. The appropriate neurons clicked into place in his brain and suddenly what he was seeing made sense.

Shit.

He grabbed the tablet, eyeing the equations and spinning calculations in his head. Brains was right. This was perfect. The polymer would be able to self-heal with the application of a mild electrical current. Give it a pattern to follow and it would populate and keep it populated, even after disturbance.

“Did you discover this, Brains?” He frowned. There was something familiar about this. Maybe they had discussed it recently.

“Oh, no, this is V. T. Green. The man is brilliant.” There was that word again. Brilliant.

But it still took a second for it all to click into place.

V. T. Green was his blog. V. T. Green was his pseudonym online, used for obvious reasons to keep his identity hidden. The blog had been for amusement originally. A place to stash his favourite music and art, but at some point, he had found himself venturing into engineering circles and getting into discussion with the online community. It made for interesting discourse and he was able to keep up to date with some of the latest innovations. Not that he could share his own much and IR was well ahead of the majority of the world thanks to one Hiram Hackenbacker, but on occasion he would fiddle with ideas and make suggestions. It was also a great place to postulate out-there concepts.

The equations on Brains’ tablet were Virgil’s.

“Where did you get these?”

Brains was full of far too much energy for this time of the morning. “Green p-posted them during the night and they have h-hit the world by s-storm.”

“What?”

Brains frowned at him. “Haven’t you heard of V. T. Green, Virgil? He is o-one of the leading engineers on this p-planet. I have been f-following his b-blog for over a year n-now. You r-really m-must check it out.”

“Um, must have missed that one.”

“H-how could you m-miss such an important s-site? I know you k-keep up to date. The man is at the centre of a massive discussion about polymer cohesion and decay. Last night, Coloncous in Spain had the nerve to challenge him in the most ridiculous manner. I was so close to cutting him off myself, he was embarrassing us all, but Green replied with this. As expected, it is a brilliant explanation and Coloncous had no choice but to concede and crawl back into the hole he should never have come out of in the first place. He was a fool to think he could go up against Green. But this solution has so many possibilities. Do you realise this could be integrated into Two’s cahelium hull and she would be able to heal damage midflight? Four would be able seal herself in an underwater emergency. So brilliant.”

Virgil stared at the engineer. He didn’t think he had ever heard Brains say so many words in a row. And his stutter had disappeared two sentences in.

“What did you say about sealing Four, Brains?” Gordon’s ears had obviously pricked up at the mention of his ‘bird.

Brains’ attention was immediately drawn to the aquanaut, his verbal diarrhoea spilling all over Gordon and freeing Virgil.

Taking the opportunity, he pulled out his phone and brought up the website.

Shit!

He had notifications enough to clog his inbox. Due to the early hour, his phone was still on silent and he hadn’t heard any of them. A quick glance identified several prominent names and universities.

Shit. His eyes widened.

He glanced up at his family who were now eagerly discussing safety seals for Thunderbird Four. Even Scott’s eyes were wide and enthusiastic.

Shit.

Um.

Yeah.

He needed more coffee.

-o-o-o-

V.T. Green (one of my absolute favourites :D)

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

w.i.p list

┌ I’m not gonna lie. I am.. a very slow person to get things done. Given that this seems to be the case, I thought I would throw this up here so you guys know I got your requests and have drafted them to my drafts. 

This also helps you guys so that you know what letters are in the process of being done / what’s left to send. As I finish something on here I’ll take it off  Iguess? Idk. I mainly just posted this so you guys could see it and know how horrible I am at keeping up with shit.

If you don’t see yours on here, i didn’t get it or I don’t write for the person you asked about and I’m very sorry if that’s the case... Feel free to re-send, even though I warn you my drafts are... hella full. No, that is not a complaint at all. I enjoy that? It’s been nice so by all means, if you don’t mind the wait (I do these in order of how inspiration hits me on particular days fyi and some characters are harder for me than others) go ahead and send me things, I don’t mind at all!! .

 I’m finally getting inspiration to write my own things lately, so whenever that comes I definitely don’t ignore it because it’s been so long since I have.. Anyway, you know the drill. It’ll take a while, but. whatever you send to my ask, if I write for the person you ask for,  will be done.  I’m sorry, I’m horrible, I really am. I acknowledge this. Thank you guys for being so patient with me, I love you all so much.

Any items that are in italics are currently sitting in the queue I’ve set up. Reminder... Read my about before sending in an ask.┘

NSFW ALPHABET

adam cole d o y | 

baron corbin - l m u

cash wheeler -  [ i l s ] | [ m o r ] | c s u |

chuck taylor -  [ c  v ] | i k w |

drew mcintyre - a b c | 

eddie kingston -  | b k m | d i |

jay white - d f k | a c e | g h i

jeff hardy - a b c | 

jon moxley -  | c d w |

jungle boy - b w y | 

kyle o’reilly - d o y | 

matt jackson - u y | 

orange cassidy - o | k w

pac - dmx | fos

ricky starks - b e k | i | 

sami callihan - i c u | 

santana - aoq | 

tommaso ciampa - f j m | 

trent beretta - d i k | 

tyler breeze - l x y | d j u

xavier woods - e j w

wardlow -  k u ] | [ b m r | c i p

Headcanons;

adam hangman page nsfw / soft mix

chuck taylor enemies to lovers

eddie kingston nsfw headcanons

jungle boy nsfw headcanons | soft friend headcanons

orange cassidy nsfw headcanons | 

timothy thatcher anything I choose (probably soft/mature idk)

Drabbles;  

( these might take longer tbh. i just haven’t been having any luck with them)

Vampire Landlord

part 2 of a Roman thing from back in october, yiiikes. i am... horrible.

Sacrificed to a demon 

Stuff I’m doing for myself; 

timothy thatcher pick up line one shot ( nearly finished )

sequel to the MJF pickup line  one shot thirsty, (nearly finished)

+ a few other ideas I have on the table that I lowkey wanna do.. The thatch one is just the most complete and therefore the most pressing matter currently.

[northwest-writing]

The ABCs of Juice and Art

AIDS killed Keith Haring in 1990 and still, thirty years later, I am filled with an anger at the violent injustice of such an infant soul ripped from the world early as if he were my own offspring.

Blossom Galbiso enters my sphere of knowledge by accident as the Hawaiian school teacher somehow solely responsible for the popularization of the now largely-forgotten game known as POGS.

Cordless drill is a drink I named for its resemblance to a screwdriver, sharing almost every ingredient except POG stands in for the OJ.

Death and juice have little in common.

Everyone dies.

Forget about death; drink some juice.

Good things came out of Keith Haring until his very last moments of his very last day.

He believed that art--something previously only available to the wealthy--belonged to everyone.

I think about this--and many other things--for only a moment as I sit on my bed with a fat-tipped Posca paint pen in my shaking left hand and an old, time-tattered school photograph in front of me that is of someone I have never met and will soon erase completely from this physical receipt of existence with my own renditions of the vivid, thick lines that are uniquely mine yet unmistakably reminiscent of the iconic style of a man I never met who I know, even still, would feel only loved and touched by this act of domesticated, imitative graffiti.

Just like Keith Haring, I believe art is for everyone, even those of us with an unsteady hand.

Keith Haring probably never heard of Blossom Galbiso.

Letting yourself work with a permanent medium like paint when you do not fully trust your own body to follow the instructions given to it by your brain is made vastly easier by painting only on bits of trash.

My brain tends to dart from one thing to another in randomly spaced intervals.

No one fixation is ever granted very much time in my direct line of sight.

One day I will decide to buy a pack of paint pens from Dick Blick and a stack of vintage ephemera from Etsy upon which to loose the pens, and when I get tired of that, I will decide to learn as much as I can about a woman whose effect on an elementary school classroom must have been so strong to have popularized a game to an entire country from a tiny Pacific island.

Perhaps before any of this, I will set out to do a school report that will lead me to a deep connection to a man who was famous even among the NYPD officers who would arrest him for vandalism.

Quite possibly, Blossom Galbiso never heard of Keith Haring.

Realistically, I do not exist as some sort of connecting thread between these two people.

Still.

Unrealistically, I could reach back through time and join the hands of two people who brought light into the world with their own simple devices, from their own simple stations.

Vibrant colors and wholesome philosophies are at least commonalities between Keith, Hawaii, and POG, so maybe they would have enough to talk about.

When a college student walked past Keith Haring painting a mural commissioned by the school and asked him what it was for, Haring answered: "It's for you."

Xanthan gum is not one of the ingredients listed in POG.

Years on, Blossom Galbiso has been largely forgotten by the people of Hawaii, yet New York struggles to omit Keith Haring's colorful cartoons from any gift shop or post card or t-shirt in the whole city.

Zero dollars is how much it would cost me to go down to my kitchen right now and make a cordless drill.

[coolpolarbear123]

Band Camp Day 5

i’m not jared, 19

August 16th, 2020

<< 5

I’m e x h a u s t e d:

Late start today! 10 am!

Though we don’t usually have band camp on the Sunday, this year is different

Senior prank: wrap the gates in plastic wrap, put a tree at the top of the tower, and BAM it’s Christmas

When I got to the field, people were wishing me happy birthday, and then EVERYONE SANG TO ME

People have been wishing me happy birthday all day <3

“so are you 21 now?”

Ahahaha no I’m babey I’m 20

Did some basic band block

Then he made us march diagonally????

I guess I understand why but I don’t like it

We have to do a lot more block drill this year to stay socially distant, so marching diagonally is a lot more important now

We also did these little cube marching things? I don’t know how to describe them, but we got into groups of four, each started at a corner, and marched four steps to each corner, rotating counterclockwise

Cute

He had four of the drill instructors demonstrate it, and while he was figuring it out, those four led us in the chicken dance

He saw a cop and made his megaphone make a siren noise because he thinks it’s the most hilarious joke

It’s not

Then we got into the block at the end of pregame, and he kept making us do things “just to see how it’d go” like dude

Just

Save it for halftime idk

Then we grabbed our chairs and got into rehearsal block

Somehow we grabbed a chair for kitty who wasn’t even there??? None of us know how we did that

Played a song none of us knew how to, lots of jokes

“I hate it, but I’d still rather play it than On Wisconsin”

Broke into sectionals because it was sounding so bad, except it was 11:42 and we end at noon, and it takes us 5 minutes to walk to our tree and back so???

Called my mom during sectionals and we played her a lovely Bb scale

That’s something we did yesterday during sectionals: any time someone visited us, we played the most god awful, high-pitched Bb scale we could

Practiced the song a bit (it’s “In The Stone” by Earth, Wind, and Fire), then my grandma called, so I sat out to talk to her and let her sing happy birthday for me

Back to full band, where our band director said “play it perfectly and I’ll let you go to lunch” like haha funny joke

We also were the last section to get there, and he was like, “it’s like a herd of piccolos!”

So I added a tally of course

Lunch

Dome rehearsal! Today’s dress up theme was section colors, and we chose white

We did a lot of block band, and it was just a lot of figuring out how it all works, the echoing, etc

There was a point where my side of the block heard something wrong, so we tried again, and the other side of the block heard it wrong

We had to change the command rip

We did a playing rehearsal, and since the piccs are in the back, and we’ve never been in the back before, that was a trainwreck for a hot second

We figured it out because we’re Smart

Then we had a break!

I don’t have wi-fi at my apartment, so I was answering birthday snapchats and stuff when our band director came up behind me, looked at the picc section and said, “kids and their technology these days…”

So we all stopped and stared at him, not knowing what to say, so he continued, “Do you guys even know each other?”

Do we KNOW EACH OTHER?

FIVE OF US LIVE TOGETHER

WE DID A DEATH HIKE TOGETHER

WE’VE DONE B O N D I N G

IN THE WORDS OF ONE OF OUR FRESHMEN, “WE’RE SO AWESOME [FRESHMEN SHE WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL WITH] WAS CONSIDERING QUITTING AND ISN’T ANYMORE”

L I K E

S H U T U P O L D M A N

And then he doesn’t walk away, no, he says, “Is [section leader] treating you alright?”

And we kinda hummed, we’re still Super Stunned so there isn’t a lot of noise happening

“how about [drill instructor]?” *proceeds to make fun of drill instructor’s name*

He has never known her name

We were l o s i n g it

Making eye contact with each other, the full shebang

He finally walked away and we fully lost our entire sh*t

The best part is that our section leader wasn’t even there, so we had to inform her of what happened

Break ended, marched pregame a bunch, and I don’t remember too much happening? He recorded us at one point so we can watch ourselves

He said “drumline, all those compliments I gave you earlier are out the window now,” and insulted them, so there’s that

When we ended rehearsal, it took him forever to get down from the bleachers, so we sang the jeapordy theme song

Drumline got the spirit stick, not that you guys know what that means, but lemme tell you: he always gives a small speech before awarding it, trying not to give the section away, and you’re supposed to gather clues from that speech

But I knew before he even opened his mouth who it was going to, because this man has a pattern, and the spirit stick is always awarded to the drum line during band camp

The sophomores led us in the alma mater and the fight song, and I was in the front, so I didn’t notice anything wrong, but apparently it was a trainwreck for the people in the back

Ngl I didn’t feel remorse because I was in the back the first time and it was a trainwreck for us, too

I feel like there’s stuff I’m forgetting, but I can’t think of any of it, so I guess I’ll just edit these posts as I think of it

15 shots of water, 5 of which were added when our band director was talking at the end of rehearsal, and 4 when he was talking to just the piccs (I rounded 6 to 10)

Thanks for reading! Band camp was short, there’s no football, I love my section, and yeah! That’s a wrap on junior year of band camp!

[arththy]

thanks marketing seminar series

For all intents and purposes, I did not fully enter this program with the idea that going into marketing would be

A) Interesting; or,

B) Fun

I just wanted a job, and I regretted my undergrad since I would have to get a master's to get anywhere in the field. 

I never would’ve expected that marketing would be so nuanced. I used to believe it was limited to the scope of advertising but now I know so much more. Learning from industry professionals and gaining their personal insights of the field made me feel reassured that no matter what kind of marketing I end up in, I’ll succeed if I am engaged in my work.

I don’t think I’ll ever be as passionate about mass marketing as Matthew was, but I don’t think that means I’ll be bad at marketing. Maybe I’ll take an approach similar to Cindy and work my way up towards a part of marketing where I will find my place and feel confident. Or like Katherine and take a higher interest in utilizing data to make judgement calls. Even now, I don’t think I’ll be in the realm of research like Paige, but that doesn’t mean it’s crossed off my list of opportunities forever; I’m open to revisiting that field if I feel bored in my career. Then again, marketing isn’t the long term goal, so who’s to say where I’ll end up.

The most important thing I learned is that I need to constantly reflect to grow. I think it’s an important life lesson in general. Every person who came in kept mentioning how in order to be better with a successful campaign or strategy, they had to look back and see what they did right and what missed. I’m pretty anxious so reviewing my work makes me a little uncomfortable. But I need to look at my mistakes so I can do better, even if it is hard. It’s like that quote I see on RedBubble all the time, “grow through what you go through”.

I won’t lie, I truly did not want to build a relationship or network with anyone who came to class. Honestly, it’s partially due to my own gripe with networking, but also because it would be disingenuous to talk to someone for the sake of me adding them to my network. If I felt a real bond/connection/interest with these people, then maybe I would’ve made the effort. But I honestly didn’t. Part of this may stem from the fact that I don’t see myself in marketing forever, so I rather network with people who may lead me to the career I want to have later in life.

Networking Tips!

Start with an icebreaker, a non-sequitur that isn’t directly related to business

Ease into a conversation about connecting with them

Ask a lot of questions and be an engaged listener

Be critical of who you choose to connect with, don’t force it if it doesn’t feel natural

I go to a lot of events in the arts and culture industry or global affairs. My friends are in these circles and I feel more at home in these environments. I still feel a disconnect with myself and marketing. I’m not sure how to bridge the gap yet, but making friends in the field has helped. Marketing feels like a cog in the capitalist machine, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be content playing along in a system that profits over exploiting people, their data and their vulnerabilities.

I don’t think I’ve ever used LinkedIn as much as I did during this entire program. I even kept recommending the platform to my friends who were looking for jobs. A lot of them felt that other job boards posted scams, but I found that LinkedIn was quite credible. The information readily available to me about companies and people was astounding.

The only downfall of LinkedIn that I found is the number of people spending time on the platform to clap for big business and billionaires. Obviously, this site is built to highlight and shine accomplishments and positive qualities. Despite how much I voice my disappointment in my undergrad, I love and appreciate how much I learned and the critical analytical skills I have developed. I can’t just take these companies showing off on face-value; I need to do full in-depth research.

I once attended a job fair event that had an engineering consultancy company, who proceeded to talk at length about their work for charities and helping ‘the poor’. But this company was also accused of harming local villages in their oil drilling in South American countries they were working in, displacing some residents during their construction. It was difficult to listen to them say how wonderful of a company they were and all the people who were adoring this company for their work.

I’m not going to drink some stranger’s Kool-Aid no matter how much they say it’s delicious. I need to know what’s really in there.

What's next for me?

I’ll be doing my co-op with the government over the summer (if it happens). I signed my contract already so hopefully the pandemic doesn’t nullify my position. 

I didn’t network to get this position. I think I secured this position from the interview skills I learned during my work prep course and my own intelligence. I answered the questions with honesty and gave a fair description of my work ethic and behaviour. During the test portion of my interview, I tried my best. But I don’t know who the other candidates were, and I don’t know their skill set, so I won’t know with 100% certainty what got me the job.

One thing I am looking forward to is that apparently, every person who has worked this position for their co-op secured a full-time job somewhere else with the help of my future boss. They told me they really pride themselves on helping their co-op students secure a job and want to see them be successful. I’m very grateful and fortunate for being supported by such an environment. I look forward to working with them.

TLDR;

When I started this program, I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy marketing and do this long-term. But now, from all that I’ve learned from industry professionals and connecting with certain people during my job hunt, I know now that marketing is only a stepping stone for me and my career.

[lonelypond]

Au Yeah August, #WTF Wedding

Love Live, NicoMaki, 2K

Summary: Nico Ni has a late flight, a concert to make, and Nishikino Maki TWIG stalking her. How's your day?

#WTF Wedding

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:54 p.m. Flight landed. SO LATE. Will be so glad to not be on a plane with #NicoNi #whatanass

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:55 p.m. #Whatanass #Thatswhatshesaid #Imeanmesaid #lastFriday @NicoNi

The NicoNi @NicoNi 3:55 p.m. @THeNishikino @franklythebeast No

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:56 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast That’s not what she said ; )

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 3:57 p.m. @TheNishikino @franklythebeast Think of the children

Nishikino Maki @THeNishikino 3:58 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast I am ; )

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:57 p.m. @NicoNi @TheNishikino UNTAG ME

The Nico Ni @NIcoNi 3:58 p.m. @TheNishikino @franklythebeast I can’t believe I agreed to this

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:58 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast It’ll never be the same after today

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:58 p.m. #NicoNi and #MakiNishikino are breaking up in my mentions and I CAN’T GET THEM TO UNTAG ME. Is this hell? Did my plane actually break apart over the Pacific.

DM @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 3:59 p.m. You are LITERALLY a TERRIBLE PERSON.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:00 p.m. I am LITERALLY a TALL person. Anecdotally, I’m terrible. According to toi ; P

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 4:03 p.m. (▼-▼*)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:05 p.m. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:08 p.m. I can’t wait to see you. Glad your flight finally landed (๛ ˘ ³˘)۶

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 4:09 p.m. Nico is glad too. Stay out of trouble ‘til I get there (◦˘ З(◦’ںˉ◦)♡

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:10 p.m. No promises; better hurry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sonia Alvez @senoritaseeker 4:20 p.m. #MakiNishikino is here at #OharaOceanView and boi, she is H O T  A S  F U C K #thatdress #fire

Adara @darkandfullofwonder 4:22 p.m. I no longer identify as a bisexual I AM A NISHIKINOSEXUAL #thatdress #MakiNishikino #waitaretheybreakingup @franklythebeast do you know?

@franklythebeast has blocked @NicoNi @TheNishikino @darkandfullofwonder 4:23 p.m.

Adara @darkandfullofwonder 4:24 p.m. Wait, that’s a NishikinoYESsexual #MakiNishikino #thatdress

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:25 p.m. Me too. Nico commends your taste. @ me a snap, please and thank you.

Mr. Buchanon @buckleupbilly69 4:27 p.m. #NicoNi just kicked the side of a plane. WHO DOES THAT?

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi @NozyItAll 4:29 p.m. We’re waiting.

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan @NozyItAll 4:30 p.m. Nico LITERALLY just got off the plane. ANd change your fukkin @, Eli, you’re not in high school anymore. #ridiculous

DM: @NozyItAll to @ayasesan @NicoNi @TheNishikino 4:32 p.m. How about gay-ASS-esan? #whatanass

DM: @TheNishikino to @NozyItAll @NicoNi @ayasesan 4:33 pm. That’s Nico’s #hashtag; back off (ง •̀_•́)ง

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi @TheNishikino @NozyItAll 4:34 p.m. MAYBE IF YOU PUT YOUR PHONES DOWN, NICO COULD GET HERE FASTER.

MickE Mights @Beoruff 4:35 p.m. #NicoNi just flipped off her phone. #theNishikino is #single #CONFIRMED

Sari Dbuto @drsari 4:36 p.m. Tiny person in front of me in the baggage claim area muttering. Turns out it’s #NicoNi. Something must be up.

Kary @killingitwithcutenezz 4:38 p.m. #MAKINISHIKINO JUST GOT SWARMED BY EVERY GIRL IN THE #OHARAOCEAN LOBBY #somuchscreaming #thatdress

Kenneth Clark Kent @supershirtswami 4:42 p.m. #NicoNi just zoomed out of the Admirals Club; her hat belongs on a Bond villain. Also #sotiny #somanyruffles #sopink

Serena Swift @popmuze201 4:44 p.m. #NicoNi dressed like she’s storming the Alamo or about to wield a light saber in a mariachi band. #somuchpink #wtfruffles

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 4:45 pm. @popmuze201 Pics, please.

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:46 p.m. @popmuze201 @TheNishikino NO SPOILERS ( ˘ ³˘)❤

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 4:47 p.m.

@niconi @Popmuze201 ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ _ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

Serena Swift @popmuze201 4:48 p.m. @NicoNi @TheNishikino (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:50 P.M. Hey frens and fans, it’s a big day for Nico but no pics ‘til later, please. #Itsasurprise #THANKS See you at the concert! #NicoinLALALand

Ty @haircutTRONy 4:52 p.m. Look, internet, here’s a pic of a sampler of the new #neondragonfruit drink. Guess what? Same tiny size, same #WTFPINK as actual #NicoNi

Nishikino Maki @THeNishikino 4:53 p.m. @NicoNi @haircutTRONy #THIRSTY

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:54 p.m. @TheNishikino ha! also, YOU’RE KILLING ME.

DM: @ayasesan to @niconi @TheNishikino @NozyItAll 4:58 p.m. Just lost Nozomi to a stranger

DM: @niconi to @ayasesan 4:59 p.m. ?????????

DM: @ayasesan to @niconi 5:01 p.m. Tarot reading; just hurry up.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:05 p.m. Your ^ↀᴥↀ^ friend is weird.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:05 p.m. But nice. Like SUPER nice.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:06 p.m. And cute : D

Ayase Eli @ayasesan 5:08 p.m. Found @NozyItAll; she’s now fascinated by @nyataproblem #HURRYUP #NICONI

Toru Melo @velvetfoghornbooms 5:12 p.m. How can @NicoNi run in pants that tight? @TheNishikino’s not wrong though #WHATANASS

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 5:14 p.m. Still #THIRSTY @NicoNi @velvetfoghornbooms

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:18 p.m. I’m trying ｡｡゛(ﾉ><)ﾉ DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:19 p.m. I know; I miss you

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:19 p.m. Nico’s all yours after the concert...for weeks Σ(T□T)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:20 p.m. And the other thing

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:21 p.m. That too (｡♥‿♥｡)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:22 p.m. So what are you wearing? Exactly what shade is #WTFPInk?

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:22 p.m. Selfie?

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:23 p.m. You’ll have to wait. It’s a surprise.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:24 p.m. You have self control?

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:25 p.m. (｡•̀���-)✧

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:26 p.m. You won’t after you see this dress (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Jane Jones @barkleynightingale 5:28 p.m. Who wears a #trenchcoat on a bright sunny afternoon? #NicoNi that’s who. And why is it pink? #wtfpink

Dimitra Zar @69MetsNotasexthing 5:30 p.m. #NicoNi is Midas for PINK @barkleynightingale

Jane Jones @barkleynightingale 5:31 p.m @69MetsNOTAsexthing #TRUTH

MJ Parker @noswingingnyc 5:32 p.m. Just clocked #NicoNi zooming through #LAX at #THIRSTY mph. Is #TheNishikino still single?

Lenore C @noravensallowed 5:33 p.m. Just spotted @TheNishikino giggling at her phone in a bar. IS THAT DRESS SEE THROUGH (⋆⁰ ̥̮⁽⁰)(⁰⁾ ̥̮⁰⋆)

Lenore C @noravensallowed 5:35 p.m Her friend is cute. Wonder if I can get her number?

Koizumi Hanayo @DreamsOfRice 5:36 p.m. @noravensallowed No

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan 5:37 p.m. Is Nozomi all right? She hasn’t harassed me on TWIG since I landed.

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:38 p.m. I took her phone

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:38 p.m. You have enough distractions

DM: @NIcoNi to @ayasesan 5:39 p.m. Truth DM me a dress snap

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:40 p.m. NO

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan 5:46 p.m. Little detour, finding the limo now.

Charlie Chihua @l00bn00b 5:47 p.m. DAYUM!!!! If I were #NicoNi and my girl was in THAT dress in any bar, I’d be going so K K K K K K K KRAZY I couldn’t see straight….oh wait, #NicoNi’s never seen straight (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾

Carly Roy @songburger78 5:47 p.m #NICONI SAID FUCK LIKE 8000 TIMES AND IT'S MY NEW RINGTONE

Akpobome Wilsom @69387x 5:47 p.m. Wait, #Latetotheparty but if #TheNishikino is single that means #NicoNi is too @homeyholmes

Irini X @homeyholmes 5:48 p.m #NICONI IS SINGLE? WHERE? @69387x

Doriya @givemeaspear20xx 5:49 p.m. #NicoNi is a goddess. Her driver just helped me with my luggage and she’s dropping me off at my mom’s.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NIcoNi   5:50 p.m. : /

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino    5:51 p.m. Driver’s dropping Nico off first

LouLou @creolechassis 5:55 p.m. Just saw #MakiNishikino on the beach, kicking sand. Is she in town for the #NicoNi concert? I thought they were over?

Jayme Lunce @jazzbanglejangle 5:57 p.m. @creolechassis #NIcoNi’s been in a slump since the #IMAincident. Why couldn’t #TheNishikino stick to models. Music needs Nico Ni.

FKM @hispeedhorror 5:58 p.m. @creolechassis @jazzbanglejangle PHOTOGRAPHY NEEDS #NICONI TO LEAVE #MAKINISHIKINO ALONE

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:02 p.m. OMG Sonoda Umi just walked into the lobby of the #OharaOceanView with both her girlfriends #TeamPoly

Bobbi Brightwing @LAstylesnaps 6:04 p.m. Minami Kotori sighting that dress is goassamer and seafoam and bliss wait is #TheNishikino’s dress a #Minami original #mindblown

Ty @haircutTRONy 6:05 p.m. ALL DAY, all day dudes, saw NOTHING but P I N K

Fuck #niconi #myeyeshurt

Macy Bordeaux @pourme2others 6:06 pm. Forgot about the #NicoNi concert tonight. Probably why every plane was late. #NIcoInLALALAND

Ahmed J @immahustle334 6:10 p.m My Tarot card reader was some kind of minister; doing a wedding tonight. Is that lucky?

Maria Tran @mebeachallday 6:15 p.m. Kicked us off the beach for some wedding #EatTheRich

Dusty Dawn @theywereUNDERSEAroommates 6:22 p.m This tiny tiny pink puff is marrying a redhead in a SEE THROUGH dress #WTFPink #hot

Mel radio silence just surf Mazz @20thCenturySurf 6:23 p.m. @theywereUNDERSEAroomates WHO NEEDS X-RAY VISION I NEED BINOCULARS

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:35 P.M. #MakiNishikino just dropped to her knees in the sand and #NicoNi is drying her tears. #soromantic

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:38 p.m. THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A DRILL THEIR FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING

It’s like a scene in a movie #swoon #NicoNishikinoWedding

Mel radio silence just surf @20thCenturySurf 6:40 p.m. DAM DUDE I JUST WANT TO SURF gO haVe sEx aLrEAdY #NicoNi #Imeanthatdress

Qu Teen @binowbaby 6:48 p.m. FREE THE BEACH #NICONI

Hoshizora Rin @nyataproblem 6:58 p.m. I bet I can eat a whole tier #weddingcake #YazawaNishikino

Kosaka Honoka @gingerbakernodrums 7 p.m. @nyataproblem I can do 2

Hoshizora Rin @nyataproblem 7:02 p.m. @gingerbakernodrums shotgun bottom tier

Sonoda Umi @oceanverse 7:03 p.m. @nyataproblem @gingerbakernodrums No. I will not repeat myself.

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 7:05 p.m. You stole my hat

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 7:06 p.m. And your heart ; )

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 7:07 p.m. And my habit of starting concerts on time

DM: @MrsNicoNi to @NicoNi 7:08 p.m. And your name ; )

SoOp McCoop @MrsNicoNi 5:30 p.m. So @TheNishikino just offered me 5K for my Twig handle #bitch

SoOp McCoOp @5Kaintchumpchange 5:35 p.m. ...ok so I took the cash…guess I’ll donate a transpizza

Kiss O Me Nico Ni @MyPlaylistSlays 9:18 p.m. where #THEFUCK is #NICONI…#NicoInLaLaLand should have started 2 hours ago

Raj @mistermarple 10:42 p.m. Who buys pizza for a whole stadium and then sings an acoustic set while her wife plays piano in the rain? #NICONI that’s who #LEGEND #NicoInLaLaLand

Didi Daro @NicoKnowzBetter 10:48 p.m. Spotted #MinamiKotori backstage with @gingerbakernodrums Is #NicoNi getting new costumes cause #wtfPink suit

Elle Woodie @allfluffnofuss @11:52 p.m. @NicoNi @MrsNicoNi Happy Honeymooning!!! Thanks for the selfie ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡ #socute #sopink #soperfect

Tojo Nozomi @NozyItAll 11:54 p.m. #NICONI PARTY IS OVER

Nishikino Maki @MrsNicoNi 11:55 p.m. Damn Right Tojo Nozomi @NozyItAll 11:54 p.m. #NICONI PARTY IS OVER

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 12:01 a.m. Back on flight So is #NicoNi #killmenow #sheissinging #AGAIN

DM: @NicoNi to @MrsNicoNi #NicoNi Party is private ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) #thatdress

DM: @MrsNicoNi to NicoNi Damn right(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

A/N: That was fun. Have one more AU Yeah August request but that's on September's to do list because I want to finish 'Can't Get Started' and get back into werewolf mode. Actually visited the ocean and my family and had fun hanging out with siblings and nieces and nephews. Hope your summer is finishing well. Take care!

Also, this is actually the first NicoMaki wedding I've ever written. So what'd you think? #thatdress

[imcgxns-blog]

hello hello, it’s your resident procrastinating trash can. that’s kind of a funny visual not going to lie, like a trash can that procrastinated to take it self out. here i go rambling again, truly it’s because i’m terribly at intros and i am trying to avoid writing them as long as possible. my intros are usually on the shorter side because my muses tend to take on a mind of their own, and they cannot be tamed. however, if you guys would like to plot please hit the little heart below & or message me on my discord ( freeshavakado#6435 ) ! i am quite excited to be here, to plot with you all, so without further ado, meet adam.

( trigger warning; drug use, drinking problem, death )

+ ben barnes, cismale , he/him. ❝ it’s always nice to see adam parker around the village. the thirty one year old is currently an administrator & has lived here for two years. residents say the capricorn can be pretty opinionated + hard headed but also intriguing + captivating. you can find them in apt. 407 apartment number, or just listen for the here comes my girl by tom petty and the heartbreakers coming from one of the apartments. ❞ * / & h, she/her, 25, pst.

b a c k s t o r y - ( the story behind the man )

so adam, pretty unoriginal backstory ngl. you see he was born & raised in the city, basically by nannies. his mother, a beautiful socialite, who his father, a successful man who most of adam’s memories include a tall man in a custom tailored suit, probably only married his mother for her looks.

his parents weren’t super around much, well at all really, he has very brief memories of either of them. so when he father died of a heart attack at the age of twelve he didn’t feel a ton of grief for a man he hardly knew. his father left him a huge trust fund to take in effect when he turned twenty one.

his mother, quickly remarried and along with the marriage came two new siblings ( wanted conn alert ) the house was still left mostly empty and run by nannies. so basically adam was left to raise himself, which was a shit show.

growing up without rules & guidelines adam was left to do the mindset of doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

he blew through his trust fund by twenty seven, slept with most of the upper side of manhattan new york, and had developed a pretty bad drug habit.

so when a girl messaged him announcing he was the father to her unborn daughter it was the wake up call he needed.

he took a month and a half to sober up, he still drinks on occasion, and found a job running one of his late father’s companies.

by the time his daughter was born he was somewhat functioning, he wasn’t completely there but he was trying. by the time she turned three he has become the man you see today.

destined not to be his father, he spends as much time as he can with his daughter, getting his weekends, even lives next door to his baby mama.

p e r s o n a l i t y - ( the aesthetics & more )

the +’s : hardworking, charming, captivating, inquisitive, & quick witted

the -’s : detached, reserved, stern, flaky, arrogant, & non committal

the aesthetics : half smoked cigarettes, sleek back hair gelled hair, dark circles under eyes from not sleeping, a picture drawn by a three year old, jean jackets over flannel shirts, oval reading glasses, shuffled papers, leather boots, cups of black coffee & leather bound briefcases.

the pinterest board : ( x )

w a n t e d - ( the plots )

the ex fling ( ?/3 ): these are self explanatory, some past flings from when adam was in his partying and playboy ways. these would be from a few years ago, but some could maybe be a person he calls in the middle of the night when he is fighting with his gf.

the bro ( ?/1) : his wingman, his bro, his ride or die. sometimes this person tries to get him back into his partying wise which adds some friction between them.

the on & off (1/1) : taken by ava. these two are always breaking up making up, you know the drill. he can’t seem to quit her, but they also drive each other crazy.

the best friend (?/1): this is the person who sees him at his worst, and helps pick him back up. this is probably the one person besides his daughter he trusts with his life.

the baby mama (1/1): taken by jamie. he knocked her up three years ago & now they are coparenting their adorable three year old. he is definitely not the man he was when they first met but he is still insecure of her knowing his past self.

step siblings (?/2): he got a step brother and step sister when his mom remarried.

anything else ??? (?/?)

[pink-ish-panther]

@trickira

succulent    with    wet    scarlet,    the    s c u l p t    of    a    cupid    bow    traced   nectarous    lips    like    the    curved    peaks    of    a    HEART   ;    pinched  with   p    u    c    k    e    r    ,   the    plump    of    the    lower    tier    offered   a   full    and    supple    bouquet-bisou.    

“NICE,    ANN    ❣    BLOW    THE    CAMERA    A    KISS ❣    give    those    poor    suckers    a    little    piece    ❣  ❞

 ❝    hehe    ♡    ~    ❞    a        sticky    ❛    s    m    o    o    c    h    ❜    resounded    in    flirty    reception,    the    platter    of    a    palm    hoisted    the    ❛    b   l   o  w    ❜    as    if    sending    wisps    of    dandelion    fuzz    into    wishful    orbit.        

PAPARAZZI’S    PULSE     of     blinking     lights    bounced    off    the    domes    of    her    shoulders,    the    shadow     of    a    lithe,    petite    and   𝓶   𝓪   𝓰    𝓷   𝓲    𝓯  𝓲   𝓺   𝓾 𝓮    silhouette    shaped    against    the     reflective    blank    background    screen      in    erratic-click    sequence.

❝ OH ANN    ❣    SOMEONE    TURN    THE    AC    UP    IN    HERE.    it’s    getting    hot    in    here    with    HOT    TAMALE    TAKAMAKI    ❣❣     ❞    

❝    .    .    .    ❞        a    silent    sequence    of    sweatdrops    drooped    down    the    strokes    of    wavy-tresses.

❝    ...h-hot    tamale    ?    am    i    …    on    some    kind    of    menu    now    ..    ? ❞    mumble-mutter.

another   ℙ𝕃𝔸𝕋𝕀ℕ𝕌𝕄 ℙ𝕆𝕊𝔼    roused     from     the     beckoned     blonde.       cascading  with    voluminous    abandon,     her    hair    spilled    with    luscious    whip    with choreography   to    the    camera’s    clicks    :    poise     &    on-point.

❝ HOLD    THAT    POSE.    O    H    ❣   O H O H O H O  ❣     priceless    ❣    VOGUE    JAPAN    is    gonna    EAT       THIS        U    P    ❣❣    ❞    

❝    …    o...kaaaay . . . apparently, i am . . .     ❞            ;    ;        

❝    …    phew    ❣ ❞     came    the    photographer’s    lament    -    a    coo    of    infatuation.    knelt    on    one    knee    while    wielding    an    intimidating    camera,    he    lowered    it   with    drunken    satisfaction    and   a    lop-sided    grin .    he  drew  out    his   thumb   to    wipe   the     sweat     off     his     brow.    ❝ o-okay,    everyone,    take    10 ❣ ❞

on    cue,    a    drill-like    bell    b    l    a    r    e    d    overheard    ushering    a    WAVE    of   conversational    hum      that    came    from    disbanding    staff,    shuffling    free    from    stations    on    the    set.  

                           ❝ great    job,    ann-chan    ❣        you    killed    it    ❣ ❞   

                           ❝ screw    mika    ❣    i’m    on    TEAM    TAKAMAKI    ❣ ❞   

stunning    in    stilettos,    ann    clicked   them    in    sheepish    stance    ,    knees    modestly   pressed    together    beneath    the    thigh-pressed    hem    of    her    white    dress   ;    it    carved    her    physique    out    in    a    VA-VA-VOOM    venus    kind    of    way.

❝    ah..    ❣   that’s    right    ❣❣    root    for    me    always,    okay?    mika’s    going    DOWN    !❞   the    hoist    of    a    fist,    closed    with    conviction.    a    dimpled,        ditzy    grin    CAPITALIZED    her    confidence. ✧・ﾟ

[gumnut-logic]

V. T. Green

Title: V. T. Green

Part One

Author: Gumnut

24 - 25 Aug 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Did you discover this, Brains?” He frowned. There was something familiar about this. Maybe they had discussed it recently. 

“Oh, no, this is V. T. Green. The man is brilliant.”

Word count: 1946

Spoilers & warnings: None.

Timeline: Standalone

Author’s note: This is one that I have been meaning to write for some time. I hope you enjoy it :D

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

The world was blurry as he let his head slide on one hand and stared out through the kitchen window. Gordon was in the pool, swimming his morning laps. The sun had yet to rise and Virgil had broken several laws of physics rising himself. This time of day should not exist. But then it didn’t, because it wasn’t day yet because there was no sun!

But no, supersonic big brother wanted to do some special training today. Training that for some reason had been scheduled at sunrise.

It was possibly important, likely scheduled just to get his ass out of bed at this godawful hour. Occasionally there were some issues with having your brother in command. Brotherly love only went so far, brotherly snark had more mileage, and Scott did have that twist of his lips when he announced the schedule.

Four pairs of eyes had immediately turned to him and his return glare had been insufficient to deflect the amusement that followed.

But it was okay. It was fine. He had his own skill drills up his sleeve. Two am would be convenient for him next time, definitely. After all, they all had to keep their skill sets up, didn’t they?

In the meantime, it was black coffee and repeated attempts to focus on Mateo. Mateo was distinctly blurry, and dark and,,,,

“Hey, Virg!” Alan whacked him on the back.

His face nearly ended up in his coffee. “Alan? What the hell?”

“And good morning to you, too, big bro. Ready for this morning’s run?”

He stared at his bright and peppy, yes, peppy, youngest brother. Augh. “Go away.”

“Aww, did the big bear have to get out of bed a little early?”

“Alan...”

“C’mon, Virg, it’s gonna be fun. A race around the island, wind in your hair, blood pumping...it’s gonna be awesome.”

Virgil stared at him, his brain slowly picking up that something wasn’t quite right. “Alan, why aren’t you comatose?”

“What do you mean, big bro?”

A slow blink. “You hate mornings almost as much as I do. Who are you and what have you done with my little brother?” His eyelids drooped all of their own volition.

“It’s called prepared, bro. I’m in it to win it.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed. “Are you on something? Because if you are, Scott’s going to kill you, and once I’m awake, I’ll resuscitate you so I can kill you again.”

“That’s violence, bro. It’s cool, I promise.”

An arched eyebrow that almost hurt. “What did you do, Alan?”

“Nothing. Well, nothing you aren’t already doing.”

“You drank coffee.”

“Noooooooo.”

“What did you do?”

“A little caffeine is all.”

The arched eyebrow flipped into a frown. “How much?”

“Enough.”

Virgil’s back straightened. “Alan.”

“I’m fine, bro, I promise. I know what I’m doing. I’m not stupid.” A blond frown. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t do the same with your coffee after coffee after coffee technique.”

Virgil’s lips thinned, but to be honest, the kid was right, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. But... “You’re not yet an adult, Alan.”

“Yet, I take the responsibilities of an adult, Virgil.”

“Your body isn’t fully mature!”

“Well, thanks for that, Doctor Virgil!”

“You have to look after yourself!”

“Hard to do anything else when I have four brothers mother-henning me all the time!”

“We worry about you!”

“Well, don’t! I can look after myself.”

“Alan!”

“Virgil!”

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?!”

Virgil found himself looming over his little brother, one brain cell after another slowly catching up with what the hell was going on. Bright blue eyes were staring up at him defiantly, his little brother’s shoulders tight and fists clenched at his sides.

Virgil forced his own fists to uncurl. There was a reason why he preferred not to see this time of day. Disturbed sleep disturbed his calm, his control, and things like this happened.

Scott loomed over the both of them and Virgil took a step back, slumping back onto his seat and hulking over his coffee almost in a pout. “Better ask Alan, he’s the one being stupid.”

“Speak for yourself, Virgil.”

“Both of you, shut it.” Scott could glare with the best of them, but Virgil had exhausted what little energy he had and ignored him. “Alan, dosed himself with caffeine.”

“Virgil!”

He could feel the laserbeams shooting out of Scott’s eyes switching targets and landing on Alan. There was no satisfaction, just blergh. Here we go.

And sure enough, Scott started in on his little brother. There was, of course, shouting. Virgil idly wondered how come Scott got to yell and he didn’t. But then Virgil didn’t really like yelling anyway.

Coffee. Its warmth drifted down his throat and spread into his bones. Oh god, he needed it. Maybe a second one after this? But then the word ‘caffeine’ came up amongst the explosions beside him and he reconsidered. No need to become a target himself.

He let his foggy mind drift a little. It was all his fault really. He could have gone to bed early, but he had made the mistake of getting into a discussion online with an engineering idiot. The topic had become heated, chemical formulas launched like bombs and laced with reactive equations enough to take out half the engineering community. In the end, he’d thrown a hissy fit and sat up to three am writing up his argument. He’d chucked it onto his blog with a great deal of satisfaction and was looking forward to rubbing it in the man’s face.

Just as soon as he could boot his brain.

Coffee, give me strength.

Gordon wandered in at some point, a damp towel around his neck. Being Gordon, he prodded the      conflagration in progress and got burnt. The argument became three sided.

Virgil considered snoozing on the counter.

Then he hit on the idea that he could possibly sneak back to bed. He stood up slowly.

Brains bounded into the room, tablet in hand. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Brilliant, so b-brilliant!”

The argument came to a sudden halt, four pairs of eyes turning towards the engineer.

The engineer didn’t notice, eyes glued to his tablet. Max bounded in behind him, whirring excitedly. It was the robot who prevented the distracted Brains from walking into the kitchen counter.

“Oh, thank you, M-Max.” His eyes didn’t leave the tablet. “Did you see the p-polymer ratio? Amazing! Such elegance. You know, I am quite d-disap-pointed that I didn’t think of this myself. The applications are going to b-be in-numerable.”

The distraction was enough to break the fuel lines of the argument and Scott settled for a final threat, Alan a final glare and Gordon, a snort of derision. The moment to escape was lost and Virgil slumped where he sat.

Damn.

“Virgil, you going to eat before we run?”

Alan was right, Scott mother-henned.

“Maybe.” Ugh, c’mon coffee kick in. He needed operational braincells.

Scott was peering closely at him. “Earth to Virgil.”

“Shut up, Scott. You got me up at the ass end of the day, I’m here. Don’t expect much more.”

His brother grinned, and Virgil had the odd urge to thump him. Just because this was his element, didn’t mean he had to be a smart ass about it. “Your next physical is going to be hell.”

The grin faltered. Aah, that’s better. Hmm, perhaps his brain was slowly booting. Go, coffee.

“Virgil! You h-have to see these equations. They are brilliant!”

What? Brains’ tablet shifted the remains of his coffee to one side and Virgil found himself staring at a series of numbers that made little sense at this time of the morning. “Brains, looks great. Can I review them later? I’m not all here yet.”

The engineer didn’t appear to hear him. “Look at the polymer decay to reaction ratio! This is a self-healing polymer!”

Huh? He frowned and forced himself to focus. The appropriate neurons clicked into place in his brain and suddenly what he was seeing made sense.

Shit.

He grabbed the tablet, eyeing the equations and spinning calculations in his head. Brains was right. This was perfect. The polymer would be able to self-heal with the application of a mild electrical current. Give it a pattern to follow and it would populate and keep it populated, even after disturbance.

“Did you discover this, Brains?” He frowned. There was something familiar about this. Maybe they had discussed it recently.

“Oh, no, this is V. T. Green. The man is brilliant.” There was that word again. Brilliant.

But it still took a second for it all to click into place.

V. T. Green was his blog. V. T. Green was his pseudonym online, used for obvious reasons to keep his identity hidden. The blog had been for amusement originally. A place to stash his favourite music and art, but at some point, he had found himself venturing into engineering circles and getting into discussion with the online community. It made for interesting discourse and he was able to keep up to date with some of the latest innovations. Not that he could share his own much and IR was well ahead of the majority of the world thanks to one Hiram Hackenbacker, but on occasion he would fiddle with ideas and make suggestions. It was also a great place to postulate out-there concepts.

The equations on Brains’ tablet were Virgil’s.

“Where did you get these?”

Brains was full of far too much energy for this time of the morning. “Green p-posted them during the night and they have h-hit the world by s-storm.”

“What?”

Brains frowned at him. “Haven’t you heard of V. T. Green, Virgil? He is o-one of the leading engineers on this p-planet. I have been f-following his b-blog for over a year n-now. You r-really m-must check it out.”

“Um, must have missed that one.”

“H-how could you m-miss such an important s-site? I know you k-keep up to date. The man is at the centre of a massive discussion about polymer cohesion and decay. Last night, Coloncous in Spain had the nerve to challenge him in the most ridiculous manner. I was so close to cutting him off myself, he was embarrassing us all, but Green replied with this. As expected, it is a brilliant explanation and Coloncous had no choice but to concede and crawl back into the hole he should never have come out of in the first place. He was a fool to think he could go up against Green. But this solution has so many possibilities. Do you realise this could be integrated into Two’s cahelium hull and she would be able to heal damage midflight? Four would be able seal herself in an underwater emergency. So brilliant.”

Virgil stared at the engineer. He didn’t think he had ever heard Brains say so many words in a row. And his stutter had disappeared two sentences in.

“What did you say about sealing Four, Brains?” Gordon’s ears had obviously pricked up at the mention of his ‘bird.

Brains’ attention was immediately drawn to the aquanaut, his verbal diarrhoea spilling all over Gordon and freeing Virgil.

Taking the opportunity, he pulled out his phone and brought up the website.

Shit!

He had notifications enough to clog his inbox. Due to the early hour, his phone was still on silent and he hadn’t heard any of them. A quick glance identified several prominent names and universities.

Shit. His eyes widened.

He glanced up at his family who were now eagerly discussing safety seals for Thunderbird Four. Even Scott’s eyes were wide and enthusiastic.

Shit.

Um.

Yeah.

He needed more coffee.

-o-o-o-

End Part One

Part Two

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1839 Sept[embe]r Sat[urday] 14

4 40/..

11

at 8 33/.. alight[e]d at [Helingfor] Högfors to br[eak]f[a]st –

boil[e]d milk and good br[ea]d and butt[e]r – ver[y] nice h[ou]se to sleep at – the

beaut[iful] cascade (3 falls) of the riv[e]r Kymen [Kymijoki] full in

our view as we sit at br[eak]f[a]st – 45ft. of fall? or mo[re]?

the lit[tle] unpaint[e]d hamlet, the red mill, the lightish oak stain[e]d

timbers and arches of the good wood br[idge] acr[oss] the str[ea]m just ab[ov]e

the falls – the unpaint[e]d mill, and lit[tle] grey (i.e. unpaint[e]d)

cot[tage] or 2 on this side, w[i]th the pine forest at the back –

altogeth[e]r a beaut[iful] bit of scen[er]y – A- [Ann] h[a]d been sketch[in]g it –

off at 10 57/.. fr[om] Högfors  where we b[ou]ght a rye cake

fear[in]g we might fare worse – they h[a]d no mo[re] (w[oul]d

n[o]t sell) whi[te] br[ea]d or rusks – a trav[elle]r told me we

might well sleep at Urpula or Sackjarvi b[u]t

n[o]t at Risalaks – Scotch fir for[e]st ag[ai]n and bould[e]rs

all the latt[e]r n[o]t granite – obs[erve] one broken open

a mass of granite smallish gravel (at 11 1/4)

and the soil here a coarse sand or fine granite gravel

 r[oa]d d[itt]o – all the soil on the hillside here of this

gravel cov[ere]d w[i]th boulders and sprink[le]d ov[e]r w[i]th S[cotch] firs –

it is all al[on]g here that so m[u]ch naked (mossy) rock

is seen – and now 11 22/.. at a lit[tle] dist[an]ce is the long line of

unpaint[e]d cot[tage]s form[in]g the vil[lage] of Högfors? our r[oa]d

ver[y] wind[in]g – good r[oa]d – a lit[tle] str[ea]m also right

now at 11 22/.. for a min[ute]s – here, and ev[er]ywhere in [fjord]

Finland rude (light) one horse ploughs – Forest all al[on]g

and so[me] enorm[ou]s bould[e]rs – at 12 1/4 the fjord (right, near) and

and [crossed word] Fredericksham in sight – go along the

riv[e]r like one of the fjord till 12 23/.. at the head of it, and

turn r[ou]nd right and cross by bridge ov[e]r anoth[e]r arm of the

fjord, and now straight to F- [Fredericksham] ov[e]r the bouldery foresty

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com[mo]n alder, and juniper bushes – cranberry – heather and brackens – green – warty

pasturage am[on]g the bould[e]r and bushes – now at 12 1/2 pass

thro’ lit[tle] hamlet – at 12 33/.. aft[e]r pass[e]d thro’ the desert[e]d outwalks

ent[e]r the gate of the town, and at 12 38/.. at the Station at the oppos[i]te

end – n[o]t a sold[ie]r at the guardh[ou]se at the gate – four pass[e]d us in

the town – a good cupola green-topp[e]d ch[ur]ch tow[e]r and good white ch[ur]ch, and whi[te

]

wash[e]d good hot[e]l de ville w[i]th pea green topp[e]d cupola tow[e]r –

and a brick r[ou]nd build[in]g w[i]th green roof[e]d dome – and so[me] good look[in]g

h[ou]se b[u]t the town seems dull and desert[e]d tho’ the drums of sold[ie]rs

have just struck up their enliv[enin]g s[ou]nds – good, wood log h[ou]se

stat[io]n – off at 12 47/.. – yellow, a prevail[in]g col[ou]r here –

good barracks and exercis[in]g gr[ou]nd n[ea]r the gate going out of the

town, and sold[ie]r like sold[ie]rs [crossed] drill there – barracks

handso[me] build[in]g – yel[low] w[i]th whi[te] Cor[inthia]n col[our]s and wind[ow] frames

and dark col[oure]d roof (dark[e]r than dark lead col[ou]r) – the

water stretches a lit[tle] on this side, and pass thro’ suburb of

low unpaint[e]d cot[tage]s – now at 1 7/.. fjord n[ea]r (right)

consid[era]ble exp[anse] of wat[e]r shut in by forest to the waters edge – rock and bouldery

and thinly wood[e]d (left) – and birch lashes am[on]g the juniper –

r[oa]d sandy as bef[ore] – till 1 20/.. alongside or near this wat[e]r –

and now am[on]g hilly mossy thinly wood[e]d rocks w[i]th

anoth[e]r peep of the beaut[iful] islandy fjord – and a log cot[tage]

on by the wayside – oth[e]r peeps at the fjord aft[er]w[ar]ds – Grönvik

at 2 1/4 – Grönvik to Pytterlax  17 1/2 v[ersts]

to Wiburg  94 1/2   to Fredericshamn [Frederikshavn] 16 2/6

 Helsingborg 187 1/6

St. P- [Petersburg] 230 5/6

Lone h[ou]se – new one – n[o]t qui[te] finish[e]d –

will be ver[y] good – many good outbuild[in]gs

the fjord at a lit[tle] dist[an]ce in front – forest all r[ou]nd –

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sev[era]l carts (lit[tle] low waggons) at the stat[io]n and met

sev[era]l w[i]th a large tonneau (hold[in]g sev[era]l Eng[lish] hogsteads?)

cov[ere]d ov[e]r w[i]th matt[in]g 1 in each lit[tle] waggon – spirits I suppo[se]

off ag[ai]n at 2 1/2 – sa[me] sort of hilly rock, thinly wood,

(thin young forest) as last stage – coarse sandy r[oa]d b[u]t good –

a few pitches all today b[u]t noth[in]g to frighten anybody –

one may say, road hilly – here 2 55/.. the gravel

of the soil looks like [?] chalky gravel – the rocks

where bare ha[ve] been stripp[e]d of the moss to build

w[i]th etc. at 3 10/.. a lit[tle] unpaint[e]d hamlet –

still big boulders here and there – and anoth[e]r snow plough

or 2 – sa[me] sort of count[r]y and r[oa]d as last stage or two –

at 3 20/.. n[ea]r the fjord ag[ai]n (right) and a few cot[tage]s or barns

scatt[ere]d ab[ou]t and corn f[iel]ds as alw[a]ys n[ea]r the huts and in 5 min[ute]s

(3 25/..) an unpaint[e]d hamlet the lit[tle] farms (as the

lit[tle] hamlets alw[a]ys are) – oats out in lit[tle] round

cocks, and potato tops n[o]t yet cut here – black and whi[te]

and red and whi[te] lit[tle] cattle – this stage rath[e]r mo[re] hilly or pitchy

than the last – flock of sheep – these and all we ha[ve] seen

in Finland look as if n[o]t ver[y] long s[in]ce Shorn – 3 50/..

r[oa]d sandy – at 4 Emerge fr[om] the forest – plain – fjord

some lit[tle] dist[an]ce right and vil[lage] n[ea]r it at 4 among the unpaint[e]d cot[tage]s, and 7 or 8 red roof[e]d goodish

houses (to the left) form a good look[in]g vil[lage] – at the

Stat[io]n at 4 5/.. Pytterlax – good 1 story line of bulk

barrack nearly oppos[i]te to it – the stat[io]n h[ou]se neat b[u]t small

Log house w[i]th red roof – large boulders

ly[in]g in front of the h[ou]se on the green – and snow plough – red and dark green

granite bolders [boulders] – went in – alw[a]ys

nice clean beds – might ha[ve] slept

there ver[y] well –

Gronvik [Grönvik] 17 1/2

Urpala [Uppsala] 15 4/6

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Good whitish br[ea]d here – off at 4 21/.. – hardy

out of the lit[tle] vil[lage] bef[ore] we reent[e]r young S. [Scotch] fir forest

ag[ai]n – rocky and bouldery as bef[ore] – fr[om] top of hill (steepish pitch)

at 4 27/.. look[in]g d[o]wn extens[ive] open wood[e]d plain – hamlets

and cot[tage]s (unpaint[e]d) – and lit[tle] dist[ance] right fjord and

red-roof[e]d vil[lage] on the fjord .:. goodish vil[lage] or lit[tle] town

pass ov[e]r br[idge] ov[e]r nar[row] str[ea]m (at 4 28/..) and thro’ one of the

hamlets (ver[y] pict[uresque]) col[ou]r of the weath[ere]d (unpaint[e]d)

h[ou]ses hardly differ[in]g fr[om] that one of the Gr[ea]t boulders ly[in]g all

ar[ou]nd – bits of pasturage among them and the young S. [Scotch] fir and junipers

and lit[tle] patches (fenc[e]d off) of corn – just now and

last stage sev[era]l y[ar]ds of the road lay ov[e]r the bare granite rock

and as we just now gallop[e]d d[o]wn the smooth slipp[er]y

look[in]g I marvell[e]d at our gett[in]g d[o]wn so ver[y] well –

at 4 55/.. aft[e]r mo[re] morels of rock-r[oa]d, anoth[e]r

look-d[o]wn up[on] extens[ive] plain dott[e]d ov[e]r w[i]th hamlets and barn,

green rye and fields, and stocks of corn and big boulders as bef[ore] b[u]t bet[ter] clear[e]d? and

just now we pass so[me] Stolpe-beds and the roofs beg[a]n to

overhang a yard or 2 at the ends – diffic[ul]t to tell

the unpaint[e]d roofs fr[om] the boulders in the dist[an]ce – the dist[an]ce

all r[ou]nd shut in by forest – the potat[oe] tops here tied

in lit[tle] sheaves or bundles and hung over the fences today

now at 5 ag[ai]n a lit[tle] drizzl[in]g of r[ai]n and enter forest ag[ai]n –

this up and d[o]wn hill and Sale foresty breaky dri[ve] ver[y] pict[uresque]

and pret[ty] – now at 5 20/.. anoth[e]r lesser plain in view

left ov[e]r one lon[g] birch forest mixed w[i]th Scotch fir ver[y] young

8 or 90 yards [?] – and now mo[re] than now at 5 25/..

anoth[e]r wide plain (left) as bef[ore] – an unpaint[e]d

 Roofs beg[a]n to ov[er]-hang.

 Sept[embe]r Sat[urday] 14

left n[ea]r and a lit[tle] red roof[e]d vil[lage] mo[re] dist[an]t already[y]

mo[re] populat[io]n today than bef[ore] s[in]ce Åbo? we pass

scatt[ere]d unpaint[e]d vil[lage] at 5 1/2 – pict[uresque] [?] and big bould[e]rs

interspers[e]d am[on]g the lit[tle] cot[tage]s pass wood br[idge] ov[e]r lit[tle] river and at 5 1/2 alight at our

neat good lit[tle] stat[io]n – nice rooms – soon settled for

the night – at Urpala [Uppsala] they are Russ[ian] can[no]t speak hardly a word of

Swedish or Germ[an] so that we are all alike – no! one of

the wom[e]n can sp[ea]k a few w[or]ds of Germ[a]n – nice open airy

situat[io]n – wat[e]r n[o]t good s[in]ce our land[in]g in Finland

exc[ep]t A- [Ann] th[in]ks at Nyby – A- [Ann] made tea in our lit[tle] boil[e]r –

John (winter) fried us 1/2 doz[e]n eggs – the people furnish[e]d us

cream (we h[a]d our own br[ea]d and butt[e]r) and in ab[ou]t 3/4

h[ou]r we sat down to a ver[y] comf[orta]ble meal – and sat long

ov[e]r it – we h[a]d 1/2 a roll br[ou]ght fr[om] Stockholm beco[me] ver[y] hard

b[u]t good – we h[a]d rusks fr[om] differ[en]t places d[itt]o morsels of

whi[te] br[oa]d and Lond[on] bisc[ui]ts so that the fine-rye cake we

b[ou]ght this morn[in]g w[a]s n[o]t want[e]d – we ha[ve] latterly

br[ou]ght away butt[e]r in our lit[tle]-Götheborg [Gothenburg] wood butter-box

and charg[e]d it pro re natâ when n[o]t eaten q.g. this

morn[in]g, we left our Nyby butter and took br[ou]ght the

Högfors’ butter – we ha[ve] als[o] our still unfinish[e]d pot

of preserv[e]d lemon fr[om] ho[me] and red currant jelly fr[om]

Stockholm, and Mr. Behrens’ (pron[ounce]d Bairnes) comfits that he

ga[ve] us at part[in]g – strong and warm of orange peel or

essence of mint – In fact, we do ver[y] well – Rain and

thunder and light[nin]g bet[ween] aft[e]r 7 and 8 for 1/2 h[ou]r – h[a]d Grotza

ab[ou]t 7 1/2 – aft[er]w[ar]ds A- [Ann] and I at our books – she at the antiq[uitie]s

(Lardner) of Greek and Rome and I at my Swedish Russ[ia]n Gram[ma]r

and writ[in]g the last 20 lines – yest[erday] and today (in the carr[ia]ge)

look[in]g ab[ou]t me, or writ[in]g, or dozing a lit[tle] or read[in]g

Handb[oo]k or look[in]g int[o] Russ[ia]n gram[ma]r – I ha[ve] alm[o]st mast[ere]d

the letters –

 Wat[e]r n[o]t good

Urpala [Uppsala]

Russ[ia]n spok[e]n

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Last night at Aborrforg [Åbo?] 1st ti[me] of find[in]g

our room comf[ortabl]y warm[e]d – tonight, too, we f[ou]nd

the stove in the hall (the large mid[dle] room int[o] w[hi]ch

all the others open) burn[in]g and our rooms ver[y] comf[orta]ble

sure sign we are in Russia – the morn[in]gs and ev[enin]gs

are begin[nin]g to be mo[re] than cool – sat look[in]g ov[e]r

Swed[ish] Russ[ian] gram[ma]r till now 10 10/.. p.m. at w[hi]ch h[ou]r

F[ahrenheit] 59 1/2° - R[ai]n in the night – fine b[u]t dullish morn[in]g

a lit[tle] drizzl[in]g r[ai]n just bef[ore] and at the mom[en]t of arriv[in]g

at Högfors – aft[er]w[ar]ds fair b[u]t cold and a good deal of

cold wind till drizzl[in]g r[ai]n ab[ou]t 5 p.m. and heavy

r[ai]n thund[e]r and vivid light[nin]g bet[ween] 7 and 8 p.m. I d[i]d n[o]t

hear the thund[e]r b[u]t saw 3 or 4 flashes of light[nin]g –

Do n[o]t hear it rain[in]g now at 10 1/4 p.m.

  stoves light[e]d 

[theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly]

Escapade- Chapter Four

A/N: Hi again, friends! Here’s Chapter Four. I know it is short, but fear not; Chapters Six, Seven, and Eight combined account for more than half of the fic’s 20,739 words (in total they amount to 12,245 words-whew!), so there are some big fat chapters heading your way. And BOY are they packed with angst and fluff. Just stay with me a little longer. 

Also, I’d like to apologize for not realizing that italics do not transcribe from Google Docs to Tumblr. Rookie move, Cole, rookie move. But this is my first ever long fic for any fandom ever (I don’t write much), so go easy on me. Errors have since been resolved.

You can read…

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As the night fell into morning, the wretched breeze from the west blew sharply across Roman’s sleeping face. The Prince blinked awake torpidly, his face numb from the incessant wind. Blinking thickly to dislodge the crust from his eyes, he peered to the east and saw the iridescent purple rays of the rising sun. The great wash of colors emblazoning the early morning sky took his breath away. He had seen thousands of sunrises, but every one he saw always felt like the first.

He momentarily forgot himself and his mission until he felt Maximus move beneath his shoulders. The horse was also staring into the sunrise, his ears swiveling in many directions. Upon feeling Roman looking at him, he nickered in greeting. The horse rose, leaving Roman to fall upon the ground.

“I know...I know, I’m up,” Roman hissed, rubbing his eyes and tensing as the horse stepped over him to get a drink from the creek.

As Maximus trotted up and down the length of his picket line, Roman set about clearing away his meagre fire pit. He did not want his route to be traceable, not only so evil things would not be able to follow, but also so the other Sides would not come looking for him should he get in trouble. Roman was well aware of Logan’s knowledge of navigation, and Virgil now had a very finely attuned sense of where he was at any given time. He wanted to keep them safe.  

Roman’s stomach rumbled. Rooting around in Maximus’s saddlebag, he pulled out a sandwich, courtesy of Patton, and munched as he thought about his plan for the day. He had calculated his position the night before, using strategies he had memorized from Logan’s book. With a swift journey and little distraction, he should arrive in the Dragon Witch’s territory by dusk. This would allow him plenty of time to get into a good position and eat something sustaining. He would then tie Maximus up, and trudge alone to the Dragon Witch’s lair. There, he would have to wait outside of the entrance, for the Dragon Witch always put an impenetrable shield around her den when she slept, making killing her in her sleep impossible. This was just fine by Roman’s standards, as, in his opinion, there was something unjust about killing a creature in its slumber.

And so, after giving Maximus ample time to digest his breakfast, Roman geared the steed back up, and continued off to the darker half of his kingdom. The sun behind them reflected on the clouds that banked against the western horizon, making them appear solid black and smoky.

Roman, despite the exhilaration he always felt when racing across open land on a horse, couldn't help but shudder. The black fringe of clouds marked the beginning of the Dragon Witch’s territory. It was a thick curtain of smoke, ash, and cloud. Roman could already taste it minutely when the wind blew particularly strong into his face.

As the sun drew higher and higher in the sky, the white equine streak topped with a shock of purple hair below began to become hazier and hazier as it was beginning to be lost from view, engulfed by swirling gusts of wind littered with dust and ash.

Throughout the day, Patton and Logan did their level best to keep Virgil occupied. They spent most of the day catching up on Stranger Things, but around four o'clock, Virgil had had enough and resorted to surfing the Internet on his phone.

Logan was impressed by the strong face Virgil put on; if he didn’t scrutinize the anxious side for long enough, he would have been convinced that nothing more pressing and nerve wracking than usual was on his mind. He would still crack inappropriate, self-deprecating jokes whenever the opportunity arose, and he still spent his time lying flat on his back on the commons couch, his heavy headphones over his ears with his hood up.

At first, Logan had assumed that Virgil was fine, and upon seeing Virgil acting what he deemed to be entirely normal, he went to Patton in a slightly bewildered state. “He seems to be acting normally. I theorized that the increased factor of stress would be having detrimental effects on him, but it appears that my prediction was incorrect.” he spluttered.

“Aw shucks, Logan,” Patton whispered cheerily, looking up from a bowl of cookie dough he was preparing, “Not all signs of feeling bad can be seen that easily, y’know?”

“I assume you are referencing signs of mental and emotional distress,” Logan said, speaking in normal tones, aware that Virgil was listening to music far too loud for him to overhear their conversation. In fact, Logan could clearly hear My Chemical Romance’s ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’ emanating from Virgil’s headphones from his spot on the other side of the room.

Patton nodded, enthusiastically scooping dough onto the sheet in misshapen lumps. Logan, his perfectionist standards kicking in, took a spoon and began showing the moral side how to properly form dough balls.

“Have you listened for Roman recently?” Logan asked quietly as he guided Patton’s hands, suddenly feeling the need to murmur as he heard the song end.

Patton’s happy posture was minutely deflated at the question. He nodded, his head bowing down. “...He’s scared.”

Logan gently bumped his shoulder against the moral side, as affectionate a gesture as he was comfortable with at this present moment as his hands were covered with cookie dough, and mustered up a reassuring smile. “He is. But if it is any consolation, I’ve read a number of studies detailing the benefits of having fear before one engages in stressful situations. This goes for simple things like performing on stage, as well as more dire situations like the one Roman has found himself in. The major conclusion I arrived at was that having fear, and thus heightened adrenaline, is actually beneficial to-”

Logan was cut off by Patton surging upwards to kiss him. His mind went utterly blank, though his heart picked up its pace.

After a few seconds, Patton pulled away, grinning like a fool, and hugging Logan’s stiff form tightly. “Thanks, Lo, that was a big confirmation.”

“Consolation,” corrected a voice behind them. The two other sides looked around quickly to find Virgil coming over to investigate what they were doing, “And you’re both big fucking dweebs.”

Patton lightly smacked Virgil’s shoulder with his spoon in reprimand for his language, but he allowed for the anxious side to snatch a dough ball from the tray and pop it into his mouth whole.

“Oh,” Logan grunted in disgust, “Virgil, that’s not very healthy.”

“Your mom’s not very healthy,” Virgil retorted through the cookie, smirking.

“That response still does not make sense! None of us have mothers!” Logan hissed, at his wits end much faster than he had anticipated.

“Cut it out, Virgil, you know how much he hates it when you say that,” Patton chided, waving a dough covered spoon at the anxious side.

Virgil was about to say something snide when he took a sharp intake of breath. The other two also tensed, Logan coughing slightly and Patton hiccuping as they all felt a very distinct increase in Roman’s heart beat, and an overall feeling of apprehension sweep through them.

Logan shuddered. “Well, that was unpleasant,” he remarked, the first to shake away the feeling.

“Ohhh, I hope he’s alright!” Patton whispered, pressing his hands to his mouth and shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously.

They both looked at Virgil, who was staring blankly at the stove and rubbing his fingers together as if he had been outside on a cold day without mittens. His breathing was becoming shallow.

“Hey, Verge?” Patton whispered, “You alright?”

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chamber does noone wonder evenabout the co2 specialmix killtricks inteh values in  air vent throughput thatthey isntalled the gasvalves intothe freshair channel above window plants  because itis  f resh throughput  a n d a bubble of ionised air this year with minimal ex posure outside to people  but rigorous washing after grocerystore and outside including pullover c hange phone cleaning they got pathogen loads and co2 values and nox values and interoxide exchange murdertricks and arsenide values and such of which use the chance notarstamp it publish it it is not just deedtyp ed itis f a c t u a l i t y deedtyped and as typical intel murder tricks hedged stigmas typical damages on counterfactual basis instead see if temperature (!)because i ts airflush through can be nutted on what them gas allalong whcih allknow allalong asits daycharge d allalong phone replace 1948 during mail is //// #teeth #example checkalso iftgermans wer e again onthe teeth the lowleft outest one doesnt addup 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#how #is #there #access #to #make #it #so  .@law @law @laws @harvard_law @lawyercom @ap @reuters @b bc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom  publish howmany analysiseswere cooked away hey. cmon now. hooooooowmany even the clowns knew  itslike noooooo! without that hes the total psycho mybrother was like aaaaaw?areyou a lw a y s so complicated?! andimthinking isit a dou ble??????? wha.. ofcourse! mybrother wouldnt ask t his what  t h e  youdont need  biting out my bullet outofmy shoulder sp itting at it and dumping whiskey onit and ha! aint notbhing but a scratch k indof things cmon now hooooooowmany anal ysies developments did they cookaway publish it notarstamped ********** keypoint: what is daytime charged whileyou nutcorner it or shuffle tricks to devalue it who is daytime charged da ytime and this is whats happening afterwards *********** but but but b ut something r e m i n d s them of sth and then it makes it so…  //// whyyyyyywould  iddddddddiots that donot udnerstand what im doing but sh uffle stigmas to degrade in asystem cooking analysises and developments daily onpurpose actually ass ume that t hat kind of brain doesnot develop in right that region inthe smartest of family  most disciplined all life maybe too and then not even notice these things but effort confirmation bias asiftheres a bonus whentheyre right about a trick or a malus whentheyre wrong about a trick so damage it  in asystem that cooks heads village cornerw ise a r b i t r a r i l y a s dayt iemcharged where doyou start what the civillian h ad to explain em here what the pros wouldnt know already : intel s shuffle stigmas because it is intel,itis alla bout which trick works thistime which trick sticks thistime that s o m e ofthefools pretendit beleiveit  ispartoft he trick framing priming woodbride distortion bend it redact it allyouwant /// no melodram itis biology they damage of a human being but arbitrarily harm to killhideously or just arbtirarily dowhattheywant arbitrarily asifits a tomato or a rock ******** we foc us on prevention and fix is brightside jews andor ivy harvard atleast billio nairegrade usa b e f o r e standards lowered ie towards higherstandards more towards regeneration on prevented added harm ********* than nextbest bumlidokain germancure find a fengshui german fengs hui alibi to throw more pills at t h a t while allalong #medic #medical #medi file posts list accur ate only a p a r t of themess plus longterm effects plus the things that matter c u m u la t i v e l y ontop of allofthat suffocate it maeke it think like a prostitute  mon foolit germancure youre not you(theyaaaaaaallll are themselves) damage turn backclock tricks sneaky deconstruction so it fits its a trashcan leeech it why isit billionaire fix ed whenhe cant buy food leechit trickery  heartkill he aeh we aeh deserve 50bucks webloated to 650 a nd we deserve because he aeh  xraymurder beam head heart allday everyday rubidium radongasing xraybeamtricks  pathogen killit he types what we do with him traitor he aeh even wrote a diary about it woa satanic he hates th e germans  occasionally  but satanic enough  right then evenmore so *** ***** no melodram itis biology what they damage not a tomato or some dull rock we focus on preve ntion and fix is brightside jews andor ivy harvard atleast billionairegrade usa b e f o r e standar ds lowered ie towards higherstandards more towards regeneration on prevented added harm ******** * ////// they are  g e r m a ns they aeh germancure aeh nervous guts from crapping ocne a day or twice aday after subdue to t r y i n g t o fourtimes a day woopsie if mysteriously theorgans die and they gladly kill support for it to resubdue  as poisongas every chow irradiate and xraybeam and terror cockroachdrug spoil filters it is g e r m a n y its  devious bbbbbbbbbbbbbbastardmonsters squared cubed w ith victimblame and no why was something you  got it d e e d t yped //// the germans usually poisongased arbitraritly that shifted to pat hogengasing inthe chamber does noone wonder evenabout the co2 specialmix killtricks inteh values in  air vent throughput thatthey isntalled the gasvalves intothe freshair channel above window plants  because itis  f resh throughput  a n d a bubble of ionised air this year with minimal ex posure outside to people  but rigorous washing after grocerystore and outside including pullover c hange phone cleaning they got pathogen loads and co2 values and nox values and interoxide exchange murdertricks and arsenide values and such of which use the chance notarstamp it publish it it is not just deedtyp ed itis f a c t u a l i t y deedtyped and as typical intel murder tricks hedged stigmas typical damages on counterfactual basis instead see if temperature (!)because i ts airflush through can be nutted on what them gas allalong whcih allknow allalong asits daycharge d allalong phone replace 1948 during mail is //// #teeth #example checkalso iftgermans wer e again onthe teeth the lowleft outest one doesnt addup again its likely facebone teethbonemess ona formerfix they always dothese things andimstuck withthe day damamge the 12tooth isthesame itwas fixed then faceboneteethbonemess february or april redmamged it  then it infected on rootcanal toot hbase  the facebone teethbonemesses were from experiment surgeries 2004 with cheap klammern s on but isntead fixed once remessed re remessed and re re remessed itis healthin surance charged  sothe teethdamamges the a b s c e n c e of other problems on teethflesh for tenyears the ring around which teeth were damaged by their very own assessment t heir own assessment each front top teeth namely a big ring aroudn it a f t e r this they suddenly drilled the outerlow ones too whihc were n o t highlighted as damamged intheir very own assessment allofthe mess i s a big big big fuckup  of day damages based on r e a l d e a l harm fori nstance verfassungsschutz installs a tooth inthe basis of leftlow in rubbertitts which occasionally inj ured the toothflesh then overtaped it the teeth scans are an (!)alleinstellungsmerkmal they identi fy people by teeth scans and implant scans and such  notjust chips the m mwaves are looooong time around inthe realdeal the radio spectroscopy knew allalong their own mix as what i brought the cops a n d threw intothe mailbox to opcw and embassi es //// childfoolmess 311  slapemdown squeeze e m destroy gasvalves itisnot bigdeal germans shuffle stigmas because itis intel itis whichtrickwo rksrightnow decoys that their government+criminal timecontrolsystem is daytimecharged quells fortune access selfhelp shuffles murder tricks and pedo orgies tomake guilty if pathologisationsticks it s batshitnuts or cook forehead momfool if pervert itspedoorgies if hooker oftheland its hookersmear andabuse if hatenut hitler terror threat its that if teenieweeenie turnbackclock trick its taht b ecause itis intel daytimecharged germangovt+timecontrolsystem itis which trick works thistime find foot aim catapulter usually suffocatekilltrickssssuffocate cockroach ondamamgedheart 230 squeeze cautionwithsupport chekcifits gaser above only pieceof crap itslike cockroaches damage moelst rape and see ifthey can reinterpet sth that youre guilty for t h e i r crimes this is mildsafe while yo ufight not to die on a hearttrick oftheirs repeated cockroaches ihate em //// brainwave scissor nanooilantenna ornot readsout every thought realti me. @doc @doctors @redcross @who @harvard why can fools get away with trick framing priming fear fe ars uncontrolledfears p a n i c while the type is bombout suffocator gaser jailassmolester in a n g e r  victimisation how is it not  o b v i o u s the criminal german govt with its timeco ntrol accomplices shuffled harms shuffled proxies quelled selfhelp got daytimecharged forthe monstr osities they commit realtime and there on shuffled a n y e v e r ysingle dirty trick they had to qu ell it as immunisation which isnt even new the first thing snowden expected was docification the gundeal  bureacrat got intotheir realdeal- got docified – rehabilitated in daytime govt tv  a mirac le on fresh leadership freshbroom miracle  maybe vonderleyen  but its not new? ******* how do the germans get away with  misusing docification for control and quell of their sins their ge rman monstrosities they a r e daytime charged they quelledit and corner it to nutting while effort ing h e a r t  k i l l and xraybeam and arbitrariy hideousmix trick not one unspoiled meal ******* catapult terror is just as spam as intel roofhole gasing deed typed a ndthefix: to either batshit nutsnesss: pedo orgies pedo sexual assault wi th minors dozens a day sometimes after daytimecharging it uptothis januar eu humanrights 3781/20   since 2800/10 6ar50/19local in d-74821 / /// good doctors dont try to havebeenright nomatter what the facts are and sure not if setup by a criminal system and damnsure not when everything thats happening is f a r f ar f a r m o r e relevant than any cherrypicked template 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[orienthimmel]

Because I Love You (Part I)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes X Reader

Summary: Adley is Bucky’s secret lover. One day, Bucky’s girlfriend shows up on her doorstep, and Adley found herself asking, why is she here? 

Warnings: Angst (?), Cheating, Long Dialogue, Modern!AU 1.7k Words.

Sorry to those who are named Adley! 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

A/N: A scenario I came up with while washing the dishes. Part II will be up soon, and depending on responses it may have a Part 3-4 if you guys want a happy ending. 

Adley heard the bell rang as she stirred her steaming hot cup of coffee. No one should be visiting her at this hour, or rather, no one she know off. Her hands reached out to adjust the hoodie (his hoodie) she wore, allowing it to cover her quite-revealing nightgown. She squinted her eyes when the early Sun shined through the peak of her curtains, but when she opened the door, her eyes grew wide despite the Sun blasting through.

 Two women stood in front of her, one which Adley was very familiar with. The woman’s (y/h/c) framed her face perfectly, her face had a natural glow to it, without any traces of make up on and her eyes, those eyes that should’ve shone malice, reflected pity. Of course the woman was familiar, Adley sees her picture in his phone every time.

 “Hello,” she said, and her voice was so soft yet determined that a wary look washed over Adley’s face, “I’m very sorry for intruding this early but I just wanted to talk, and I mean no harm.”

If it wasn’t for the other woman standing behind her, a redhead who could probably kill with her glare, Adley might’ve found herself giving a retort. Instead, she hesitantly stepped to the side, allowing access to her house.

 It took a solid five minutes before Adley found her voice, “Please, take a seat. Would you both like anything to drink?”

 The woman sitting across her just smiled, shaking her head. Adley noticed how she observed her home, eyes scanning and printing every piece of object in the living room into her mind. The redhead on the other hand, stood in the corner, eyes solely focused on Adley herself. She stiffened in her seat, heart beating unnaturally fast when she noticed the woman’s gaze linger on the photo beside her TV, framed with a lovely walnut finish.

 “Where were you two when you took take picture?”

 Adley took a sharp inhale before swallowing thickly, “Uhm, w-we were at the Carnival.”

 “The one that was in town during February?” She asked and Adley nodded, “He looks happy.”

 A sad smile adorned the woman’s face.

 “Why are you here?” Adley whispered. She couldn’t take the anxiousness engulfing her insides. What was the woman doing here? Why hasn’t she lash out after seeing the picture of her boyfriend with another woman?

 “Pardon?”

“W-What is your purpose here?”

 The woman bit her lower lip, and with the same smile etched on her face, she looked down to her lap. Her hands that fisted her jeans, gripped harder.

 “I assume you know that Bucky’s on a business trip, and won’t be back for two days so I thought this would be the best time to confront you. I’m (Y/n), you should know who I am. And I know who you are.” She started, and oh God, her eyes were staring right at Adley’s, “I’ve been with Bucky for slightly longer than three years, and you came into his life last year. September, am I right?”

 Adley didn’t bother responding, because the information the woman- (Y/n) has, was absolutely correct. The knot in her stomach tightens and Adley found herself impatient because she expected (y/n) to yell anytime now.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not here to start a fight,” (Y/n) said and let out an empty chuckle. She must’ve sensed the tension rising in the room. “I’m here to do the complete opposite, actually.”

 (Y/n) paused, and Adley watched as the woman’s breathing reduce themselves into shaky gasps. In the corner of her eye, the redhead rushed towards (Y/n), kneeling beside her and asking her if she was okay. (Y/n) all but shook her head, and she must’ve told her friend to leave them alone because shortly after, the redhead went outside.

 “I’m sorry about that. As I was saying, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving Bucky,” (Y/n) stated.

 Adley stared at (Y/n). Had she heard the woman right?

 “E-Excuse me?”

 “I said I’m leaving Bucky.”

 Adley’s mouth hung opened in happiness and horror, she heart drummed knowing her could finally be with James openly but her brain only screamed reasonable questions.

 “W-Why are you telling me about this?” Adley asked. She needed the answer, because the last time she checked, women who found out that they’ve been cheated on don’t usually go up to the other person and have a conversation about it.

 “…because he doesn’t know. And I’m not planning on telling him directly,” (Y/n) said. “I’m not telling him directly because he would do anything to make me stay and as much as I would hate to admit it, I know I would give in to him.”

 “O-Oh, okay. Well, is that… all?” Adley asked, although her gut was telling her that there’s more to this- and it was right.

 “No, actually. I have quite a few things more to say, or rather, a few favours to ask from you,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, her tongue caressing those dry lips of hers before they turned into a thin line.

 “You see, Bucky has never stayed over at your place for the night,” (Y/n) started, but soon added more words when she caught on to Adley’s pained expression.

 “I’m not saying it’s because he doesn’t love you or anything! I-I’m just saying it because I’ve noticed, and I need to tell you that he,” she paused, “often has nightmares. He has it bad, it’s usually about the time when he got drafted into the army. He has it up to five times a week, maybe more. And I need you to make sure when he knows that he’s not alone, that you’re there with him.”

 James never told her he has nightmares, and that fact alone was clawing its way into her insecurity, but Adley nodded stiffly at (Y/n)’s words.

 “He tends to get into fights with Steve, and sometimes he’s the one who’s wrong, but you have to make him apologise,” (Y/n) said and stared at Audley, as if trying to drill this into her brain, “Bucky and Steve are both too stubborn, but they need each other. They’ve gotten this far and this successful in life because they have each other. And when they argue, they tend to forget about that, but you need to remind Bucky, or he’ll regret it.”

 Adley racked her entire mind in search for a memory where James mentioned a guy named Steve, but none appeared. Adley sucked in a short breath and stared at her lap. She’s been with James for almost a year, why hasn’t she heard anything about this best friend of his (Y/n) claimed.

 “In the mornings, right after he wakes up, he’s really, r-really grumpy. He might say things he never mean, but forgive him. It’s because his parents would ignore him when he was younger in the mornings, so he tends to get like that.”

“He needs his morning coffee, and judging by the smell of your house when I entered, you need it too. You probably know this already but he likes his c-coffee with one part fresh milk. Make it for him, make it for him and k-kiss him in the forehead, cheeks and lips for him to, to know that you’re still around and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.”

 No, Adley didn’t know how James liked his coffee, he never drinks it in her house. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like fresh milk, but all these information got Adley shaking. How much does she actually know about James? And compared to (Y/n)? What was the woman trying to achieve? Is (Y/n) trying to prove that she’s better for James? What the actual hell is she trying to-

 “Uhm, I-I’m sorry, please give me a minute.”

 Adley finally looked up from her lap, and instantly, every single thought about this woman trying to shake her up disappeared. (Y/n) was biting her own lower lip. Her chest was heaving up and down, so quick and shaky, as if she was drowning. He eyes glistened, even in the dim living room and it didn’t take long to tell that the woman’s tears were standing at bay. Adley’s mind replayed (Y/n)’s words and she realised that half way through, the woman sounded like her voice got caught in her throat.

 “B-Bucky actually needs a blanket for him to sleep because,” (Y/n) continued despite all her whimpers, “because he t-thinks that if there’s nothing t-to cover you both, someone will take y-you away from him. H-he will always, always worry that one day you’ll leave… He thinks h-he’s never good enough. A-And you need to be there for him. Tell him, tell him you’ll always be around! K-Kiss his neck, snuggle into him-”

 And Adley watched with tears in her own eyes, the breaking down of (Y/n). The (y/h/c) woman started sobbing, clenching her teeth and gripping her hands so tightly, knuckles all white. Her breaths were inconsistent, sometimes clashing with the gasps coming from her throat. The door opened and Adley saw the redhead rushing towards (Y/n)’s side once more.

 “N-Natasha…” (Y/n) called out.

 Ah, so that was her name. Adley watched as Natasha took (Y/n) into her arms, patting (Y/n)’s hair and nodding her head to whatever (Y/n) throws at her.

 “Why am I so weak? N-Natasha why? I’ve used up my entire life,” she hiccuped, “my entire life to build a wall too keep t-this kind of situation away! I didn’t want to end up like my mom so why… Why? Why? Why?”

 It was then Adley understood the pity that was reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes before. It wasn’t for Adley, no, it was for herself. Watching (Y/n) trashed about in the arms of Natasha, Adley asked herself. Is this really worth it? Is stealing someone’s man really worth another’s life?

Just then, the door opened again. Adley stopped breathing and time seemed to have stopped because standing in all his glory, was James himself.

 “Hey Babe, how’s it going-”

 Bucky’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life crying in the arms of her best friend, sitting across his lover.

[evilpenguinrika]

hey look it’s the alphabet lol

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Tagged by @fyorahime (thanks!!)

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A- Age: 22 going on 23 next Wednesday

B- Birthplace: China/Canada *shrugs*

C- Current time:  10:57 PM (as of now)

D- Drink you last had: Soup

E- Easiest person to talk to: lol oh man idk?

F- Favorite song: I’m Still Here - John Rzeznik, Crown of Thorns, Black Veil Brides, My Vow - Black Veil Brides, In The End - Black Veil Brides, Monster - Skillet, Invincible - Skillet, Stars - Skillet, Fireflies - Owl City, The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy, Immortals - Fall Out Boy, Simple and Clean - Utada Hikaru... You know what I’m just gonna stop here because I’m listing out a lot of my favourites lol

G- Grossest memory: Getting False Creek splashed in my face as I’m paddling :) or even doing a huli drill further away from the docks, but it’s still kinda False Creek a bit? But like, the water is disgusting it’s basically salt and vinegar chips with Ecoli. :))))))))))))))))

H- Horror yes or horror no: No pls. I will cry.

I- In love: I don’t think I’m worthy enough to be in love with someone

J- Jealous of people: *shrugs* meh?

K-  ????? ??????????????????????????????????????????

L- Love at first sight or should I walk by again: I don’t really believe in “love at first sight”. I mean I can find you physically/aesthetically attractive yes. But love is a very... Strong emotion... But kudos to people who do believe in that and have it work out for them.

M- Middle name: It literally means “Great Treasure” when translated from Chinese lol

N- Number of siblings: Only child, but it’s really lonely being an only child

O- One wish: I don’t know anymore lol

P- Person you called last: My mom telling her I needed to get picked up

Q- Question you are always asked: ????? I don’t really know????? Maybe “how old are you?”

R- Reason to smile: My friends, mom, happy occasions, music, cosplaying, anime, video games, dungeons and dragons/pathfinder, dice, pretty shiny things

S- Song you last sang: My Vow - Black Veil Brides

T- Time you woke up: 8:34 AM. I slept through my alarm clock

U- Umbrella color: Black with stars on them? Like pink and blue stars?

V- Vacation destination: I’d want to go back to Prince Edward Island. I felt so at peace and calm when I was over there. It’s so beautiful.

W- Worst habit: Lol I probably have a lot. One of them in particular is my bad posture though. I’m... Working on it though...

X- X-rays: My teeth lol

Y- Your favorite food: Japanese Ramen, Hong Kong styled Curry Fish Balls, Kimchi, Japanese curry, Buffalo Wings/Hot Wings... Basically spicy foods. I mean I do have other foods I like and are my favourite that isn't spicy, but those are the top choices.

Z- Zodiac sign: It’s complicated but Sagittarius

I’ll just, idk anyone can do this tag if they want!

[to-my-beloved-fandoms-blog]

Thank you so much for the tag! @malinosu4e <3

RULES: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours. When you are done, tag whomever, and also tag the person who tagged you… you know the drill!

A) Age: I don’t think your human calendars reach that far back.

B) Biggest fear: being abandoned and failure. :/

C) Current time:  4:26 am ... woo.

D) Drink you last had: Tea! it was a decaf blend too.

E) Every day starts with: Looking at my phone for the time.

F) Favourite song atm:  Judas- Lady Gaga or Hushabye-Korn

G) Ghosts. I think they are very much real. I see their orbs a lot and feel their energy a lot. So to each their own my dears.

H) Hometown?: My fandom trashcan. 

I) In love with?:  My girlfriend <3 I will marry them one day for sure.

J) Jealous of?: Hm, I don’t really know. I don’t really get jealous easily :O

K) Killed Someone?: Nope. does myself count?

L) Last time you cried?: yesterday..

M) Middle name: Yes

N) Number of siblings: two

O) One wish: To finally be truly happy. Or to help people via my dream tea shop( long story), that way I could make the world a little less lonely, dark, and mean. 

P) Person you last called/texted: My girlfriend.

Q) Questions you are always asked: Why do you wear a tail? ( I wear all sorts of tails everyday, IRL. from real fur ones mostly, don’t worry they are CF, and fake fur ones)

R) Reasons to smile: A lot, my girlfriends smile, laugh, face, and support for me. My fandoms and the people in them, the smell of a freshly brewed cup of tea, the smell of rain, smell of incense and candles being lit, old book shops, finding little odd but hidden shops all over the world, music, the feel of the earth beneath your feet, moonlight.

S) Song last sung: I sing a lot.. I would say Far from home by FFDP while crying.

T) Time you woke up: 2:00 pm

U) Underwear colour: black

V) Verse from a song you like: that is a lot to choose from for me. 

“I think I need help I'm drowning in myself

Did someone turn the lights out? Or is it just another dark cloud in my head? Cause I'm cut deep My heart won't beat Deep down low it's killing me If I wanna scratch out yesterday I've got so much I need to say (I've got so much I need to say)” - Papa Roach, Help W) Worst habit: I say sorry a lot, I cry easily, and I pick my nails because of anxiety.

X) X-rays you’ve had: leg, mouth, and I think chest?

Y) Your favourite food: Popcorn or humas <3

Z) Zodiac sign: Leo 

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