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scorciasteamof121 · 1 year ago

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If you thought that last story was over I’ve came across other episodes that have happened to me in other places more than one so expect more post when have found my former address. ***For reason emoji were added was to avoid any mishaps from anyone and for reason of this story since I haven’t gotten in touch with my relatives their names have been changed to avoid any rights violated and strong language is included in this story as well***

Now back to the story.. It was a strange and paranormal night.. A night I’ll never forget🫣 For what happened that faithful night made realized we’re really not alone in the world. I use to hear rumors about it, things you see in the movies like the famous movie poltergeist but didn’t happened like that. Or even that classic movie from 1982 “The entity”, but from what I heard that movie was based on a true story in which this woman was tormented and molested by an invisible demon and noooo I wasn’t molested by a ghost 🤣😂. I was spooked haunted by something that actually woke me up so goes like this. I used to live with my aunt Loy & my cousin Oz in bklyn., temporarily and only had the couch to sleep on and at that time my aunt Loy had taken a vacation to PR and Oz and I was looking after her place while she was away. So one night, as am barely sleeping..something phenomenal was catching my attention. Lights are off, Oz is sleeping in his room am at the couch and something kept shoving me while am on the couch for like some brief moment. I was freaking out but in a calm kind of way but, I knew I had to do something. There I am with the only intention of wanting to sleep with the only drowsiness but my eyes were wide awake. So I decided to call out to Oz from the living room and had called him just once out loud but he never came over to me. When suddenly”, out of nowhere this thing grabbed my face shook it in a second like I felt a hand grabbing the lower part of my face by my mouth like side to side and it happened in a split second that’s when I called my cousin like my life was in danger really loud more than once.. “OZ!Oz!!! He quickly walked out of his room turn the light on and with a grumpy way said “what”??? I didn’t hesitate to say what had happened and quickly addressed the situation. !Something just grabbed my face! Something is here in this living room and attacked me!! He looked like it wasn’t to much of a big deal and said then start praying see if that can do some good. I didn’t know what else to say except that’s exactly what am gonna do. So he walked away to his room and lights are still on and got on my knees and started to pray shivering knowing what had just happened. The one thing I fail to mention I use to go to church one of those Pentecostal type of Latin church in NY since I was a kid but that’s another story. But had done what is called backslide and am not gonna give you a lecture about it but here is what I googled to explain what it means.

Googled backslide 🌐 🔀 Backsliding, also known as falling away (1) or described committing apostasy” (2) is a term used within Evangelical Christianity to describe a process by which an individual who has converted to Christianity reverts to pre-conversion habits and/or lapses or falls into sin, when a person turns from God to pursue their own desire.

Now back to the story..Take 2

As am still praying my mind is so baffled to what had transpired and was eager to go back to sleep and forget what had happened. After a few minutes of praying walked to turn off the light and laid down on the couch and closed my eyes. What happens next was the scariest shit I ever experienced in all my life. When suddenly this paranormal thing had what felt like it shoved it’s face onto my face as if to taunt me..

There I was scared out of my mind and instead of calling my cousin I had my eyes closed and began to say !! In the name of Jesus Christ!! In the name of Jesus Christ” In the name of Jesus Christ” I can’t remember how many times I said it but when I started to say it, for a brief second or so while my eyes were closed praying I can vividly see an image in front of my eyes and it looked like a shadowy image of a closeup of eyes shaped like nothing any human would have like it actually almost looked like a close up of a Birds Eye’s. I know it sounds crazy but this happened while my eyes were closed as if it was able to penetrate thru my eyelids to be seen by me..this thing seems to have hovered over me and I can hear it as if it had gone outside the apartment which is a couple of feet from the couch and this paranormal thing made it self aware because started making a sound you’d think you’d would be at a Hollywood studio it started sounding like there were waves of what sounded like either a windy tree leaves spreading all over the hallway outside the apt door or sounded like a huge rattle snake chattering it’s tail while I was still praying with the only faith I’ve ever done with my eyes still closed and while that thing is still out there waving god knows what which lasted about maybe a couple of minutes may have been about less than 5 minutes I guess” But can you imagine that happening to you????

After those few moment of paranormal episode, the noisy sound which really sounded like a huge rattle snake suddenly was gone, as I still held on to those words “In the name of Jesus Christ”. I know there were other words I’ve said while I was praying for this thing to be gone to go back from wherever it came from you can’t begin to imagine this happening to me. All I know I finally fell asleep with no hesitation and felt a relief while I fell asleep. I must’ve really fell out cause Ana heavy sleeper and when I am out for the count am usually asleep and out. The next morning since Oz was still asleep I woke up and while I was still laid down on the couch and looked around remembering what had happened I came to think what if what actually happened outside the hallway was 2 spirits battling it out while I was praying cause from what my mind was thinking my mind kept picturing a warrior angle fighting with this entity with a sword and could that have been the sound I heard that night?

Why that image came to mind, your guess is as good as mine. Who can really explain what happened that faithful night and why it happened to me and why it actually still happens to me from time to time. That’s right folks I’m a victim of paranormal that haunts me but really only happens once in a blue like I can go on for months and nothing happens maybe years. But when it happens again, it usually happens out of the blue as if it was like a anniversary. Whatever the case I can truly say god saved me from that evil spirit and only faith is the key and this is what the Bible says about it.

(2 Conrinthians 5:7) For we live by faith, not by sight. (Hebrew 11:6) And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.

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gayenerd · 4 years ago

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Interview with Billie for the Kerrang Yearbook. Sounds like this took place around 2000-2001?

Hello Billie Joe. A bit pissed at the Kerrang Awards weren't you? "I was drinking with Papa Roach the night before. Everybody went to see The Cult in Brixton. All the American bands like Papa Roach and Queens Of The Stone Age were there. I felt terrible when I got out of bed to go to the Kerrang Awards." Who ended up worse off - you or Coby Dick? "Sometimes Coby can't even hold it together when he's sober! He's super-hyper all the time. You have to say, 'Coby, turn it off for 2 minutes - I'm in my bunk!' Then he'll turn it off and you can get into a decent conversation." You experienced some difficulty in getting off the stage after accepting your Kerrang Award. "Award's shows freak me out - I'm so scared shitless of those things so I end up doing stupid things. I never theought I'd ever win an award for playing music. Watching all our videos being shown up on the screen, I just looked at Mike and Tre and said. 'Does this mean we're old now?' I can be such a self-conscious freak. I just don't know how to be cool." What's the healthiest thing you've done this year? "I like to keep myself fit. I run, I skateboard, and i'll hit the weights every other day. You reach a certain age when you've gotta start looking out for yourself. I'm staring down the barrel of 30, you know? My dad really let himself fall to @#%$ and I don't want to end up like that. Theres a preconcieved idea about musicians and punk musicians in particular that we have to self-destruct, and I can't buy into that. I like to breathe. Like like it when my heart beats - Its a really cool thing." Have you cut down on your drinking recently? "When i'm on tour I drink all day long with the guys. There's nothing else to do. But i've been at homea while. There are many, many moods to Billie Joe. There's drunk me and theres not-drunk me." What have you learned about being a father during the past year? "You learn new things every day as your kids' characters and personalities are building. Joey is 6 now, he's not a baby at all, he's a little boy. And Jacob, who's 3, is a maniac. The one rule I have is that I never expose them to television." What have you learned about Tre and Mike this past year? "Wow (long pause). I learned that Mike is a Bob Dylan fan, which was kind of suprising. I'm not the biggest fan but I definately appreciate Bob Dylan. And Tre is becoming really fluent in Spanish. His wife is Nicaraguan." What color has your hair been this year? "I shaved my head when I got off the road. Its been black. I haven't really been changing it. When the boy groups started dyeing their hair, I had to stop." Any fashion tips you'd care to pass on to Kerrang readers? "I've been wearing the same pants since High School! Never been into the Versace thing." Best punk rock song you've heard this year? "Last Nite by The Strokes. They're not really a punk band, but those guys have a really cool outlook and a good sensibility about how they present themselves. All the rap rock metal bands have lost that rock'n'roll element, and i'm just a sucker for good rock'n'roll music." What song has been stuck in your head this year, even though you hate it? "Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm. It was bad when Michael Jackson sang it, but it's even worse second time around! Y'know, I think Michael Jackson should join Slipknot. His face looks so bizarre now, its like he's wearing a mask." Are Slipknot still the scariest dudes in rock? "In about a year from now, if they're still as popular as they are now, they'll be as American as apple pie. That's sort of what happened to Marilyn Manson. When he came out he was really scary looking, like 'Jesus Christ! This guy is a maniac!' But now its, 'Oh, theres Marilyn, mowing the lawn, no big deal.' I like Manson, but it's funny how the most normal people end up being the most threatening, and the people who are scariest at first end up kinda normal. That's the dissapointing thing about shock value. Neil Young is more threatening than Slipknot just because he's smarter and has more of an opinion." How much fun did you have on tour in 2001? "It's really exciting at first because you're in different places every day, but after a while i'd rather be home. I get into really long conversations with my wife, I talk to my kids a lot, I'll write little notes and draw pictures for them and fax them to the house. Our sets are getting longer, sometimes we'll play up to three hours, and its because there is no rock'n'roll lifestyle for me other than that. I'm a devoted husband and a devoted father, and so all that decadent bullshit is not my thing. You start to wonder, 'Is this the life for me?' But then I get home and I dont know what the @#%$ to do with myself because i'm not playing music. People have looked at us and gone, 'Obviously these guys have no place to go after the gig because they're still on stage!'" Where were you on September 11? "I was on West Coast time, so it was really early in the morning for me. I saw the towers fall, and it felt like the world was gonna end. What amazes me is that Tony Blair is almost heading the coalition by himself! Does he realise what he's getting his country into? This is @#%$ serious! There's been a lot of shocking words used: the 'crusade against terrorism'. The las thing you say to someone from the Middle East is the word 'crusade'." After September 11, do you share America's renewed sense of patriotism? "No way. I can't really see myself as a patriot. I don't see what happened in New York as an act of war, it's an act of terrorism. Every country has had to deal with terrorism in some form, and this is the first time America has ever seen it and they dont know what to do, so everyone is clinging to these war slogans. All the flags is people's cars and homes - it just seems kind of gross to me." Has American learnt from the tragedy? "I hope some good stuff comes out of this. People have become so self-absorbed and dedicated to their careers. I'm not a person to wave a flag for family values or anything like that, but there comes a time when your relationships and your family is the most important thing, not whether you're making $100,000 every year. Thats what I hope comes out of it - that people realise the important things in life." Six Of The Best Best Friend: " Valium. Lots of plane flights, man. Valium only lasts four hours, so if you're on an 11 hour flight take two and a half." Best advice: "Put your head between your knees if you think you are gonna pass out." Best Ass: "Tre Cool. Not only because he has one, but because he is one." Personal Best: The pinnacle moment for me this year, musically, was playing Reading. It was a great show. There's so many bands nowadays who can't play live, but to actually do it and have people singing along and getting something sentimental out of it at the same time, thats rare, and we achieved that at Reading." Best Night Out: "The furst night I went out after september 11. I really went for it. American has these feelings of its days being numbered. It's like a country that has just got cancer, but the cancer's in remission. A lot of people are doing all the things they've always talked about doing. I hadn't partied really hard in a while, so that's what I did. I went to a couple of bars with Mike and Tre and our producer. We got loud and had a good time." Best Buy: " My cellphone. The ring tone is just a goofy tune. And it vibrates well in my pocket."

#article #articles #interview #billie joe armstrong #green day

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frostedfaves · 4 years ago

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HalloVeen

Pairing: Jake Peralta x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N’s first time winning the heist

Word Count:: 1.3k

Warnings: none

"Tonight is the night for the Halloween HEIST!!!"

I just rolled my eyes, a giggle slipping out as I watched Jake at the front of the briefing room. It was Halloween again, and all the past winners (Jake, Holt, Amy and Gina) were standing in front of the rest of us (Terry, Charles, Rosa and me--Hitchcock and Scully already tucked away in their nap room for the day), ready to explain the rules.

"This year, the past winners are going to partner up with the rest of you. To make it fair, we're going to draw your names out of this hat." Amy held up a black top hat and placed it on the podium, watching as Gina picked up a pile of folded slips of paper and dropped them in. "Alright, who wants to go first?"

"Me, duh." Gina closed her eyes and reached in, and we all watched as she read the paper before shooting a smirk at Terry. "Oh Terrence, I always knew we'd make a great team," she commented, letting out tiny signature Gina Linetti giggles as she skipped over to him.

Amy being the closest, went next. "Charles!" She smiled as she went over to him, immediately pulling him to his feet by his shirt collar when she was within reach. "If we lose today, I'm coming after Nikolaj."

"Actually it's Nikolaj," he whimpered as she let him go and he crashed back into his seat.

Jake and Holt made eye contact and dashed for the hat, Jake arriving first and closing his eyes just before reaching in. "Aha! Prepare to lose, everyone, because I just picked my favorite girl! Rosa, you're coming with me!" He noticed everyone looking at him strangely and laughed. "You're all definitely gonna lose if you fell for that one. Come on, Y/N! We've got work to do."

I was looking over the extremely detailed map Jake laid out on the table in front of me as he explained it to me, but I found myself looking over at him when I realized he'd stopped talking and was simply looking at me. Despite my best efforts to fight it, my face started to feel warm from the attention he gave.

"What is it?" I asked, mirroring his smile that started to form while erasing his signature focused-on-the-heist look.

"Nothing, I just..." He shook his head with a little laugh. "I just wanted to say thank you."

"For what, babe?"

"You're always here when I need you--whether I realize I do or not-- for good and bad moments. Always going along with my crazy plans. I especially appreciate your help with the heist, even though the thought of deceiving your friends in any way makes you panic sweat."

I laughed a little as I placed my hand on top of his. "I'd do anything for you."

His eyes seemed to brighten at this, and the sight truly warmed me from the inside out. "I love you so much." He grinned, leaning in to drop a quick peck on my lips.

"Aw, you guys," came from the other side of the room, causing us to jump apart.

"Jesus Christ, I forgot we came in here with Bill."

I watched as Jake cockily opened the safe with his "correct" key, faking shock along with him and everyone else as we discovered it was empty.

"Wait a minute. I put a GPS tracker in the cumberbund--"

"Belt."

"Come on, they'll never catch us on my bike." Within seconds, Rosa had helmets for her and Holt as they sprinted out of the bullpen.

"You don't think Terry can outrun a bike?!"

We all ran out to grab various methods of transportation, Jake pulling me back and covering my mouth to keep me from laughing as we waited until the shouts of our colleagues were further in the distance. We then turned around and walked back over to the bullpen.

"Alright, where'd you hide it?" I turned to Jake, noticing him fiddling with his cuffed sleeve in a way he only does when he's nervous about something. "Hey, you okay?"

"What?" He saw my eyes flicker to his hand on his shirt and quickly dropped both arms, brushing it off with a laugh. "Oh yeah, sorry. Just thought I heard someone coming back. It's in the file cabinet behind Gina's desk."

I jogged over to it, frowning when all I found in the drawers were files that honestly hadn't been touched in so long that they were starting to get dusty. "Babe, I don't think it's in...here."

I'd turned back around to find Jake in the middle of the bullpen kneeling on the floor with a tiny box in his hand. My eyes started to fill before they could even try to focus on the actual details of the ring, but none of it mattered when he began to speak.

"This is honestly the scariest thing I've ever done, so bear with me if I mess up this speech." A nervous chuckle fell from his lips as his own eyes began to water, and my heart threatened to burst right out of my chest.

"I love you. I love everything about you; the way you look, speak, feel. I love waking up just before you, sometimes choking on your hair that found its way into my mouth and nose at some point during the night. I love how many times you sat through Die Hard marathons just because you knew it would make me happy, or woke up early to make chocolate chip pancakes before work to help my day start off better than the previous one, despite not being a morning person."

"Chocolate is the most important meal of the day." I giggled and he grinned.

"I also love surprising you. You're the most intelligent woman and best detective I've ever met, so trying to get anything past you is next to impossible, especially because you're my best friend and I always want to tell you everything. But when I finally do pull it off and you get that look on your face, that smile that shines brighter than the sun, it makes it all worth it. You make everything worth it.

"I know we haven't really talked about marriage before, and if you do say no to this, I wouldn't blame you. But I would also really love it if you wanted to spend the rest of forever with me, because I'm ready to spend it with you. So Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

My throat seemed to be closing up with the threat of oncoming tears, but I held it together long enough to say. "Jake Peralta, of course I'll marry you."

I grinned as he got up with a sigh of relief, quickly sliding the ring on my finger before I grabbed his open flannel by the button area and pulled him in for a kiss. Pulling away and looking into his eyes brought a laugh-sob mix from the back of my throat, and I quickly hid my face in his shoulder.

"Sorry I'm getting your shirt wet. I'm just really happy."

He tightened his arms around my lower back, leaving a couple kisses on the side of my head before leaning his own against mine.

"Calling you my wife means more to me than your leaky eye sockets."

I laughed and hugged him impossibly tighter before pulling away fully to look him in the eyes.

"By the way, I know the cumberbund is actually in the evidence locker."

"...belt?"

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sadaboutniall · 5 years ago

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Twenty Three. August, 2016.

Niall has a plan.

It clocks in at just about the scariest thing he’s ever done, and it could backfire and leave him so utterly heartbroken that he can’t imagine he’d ever get over it, but it’s a plan nonetheless, and he’s committed to it, even if it kills him.

He knows there are a handful of normal options—asking Isla out on a date, writing her a letter to express his feelings, inviting her over for dinner and a movie and kissing her—but none of those feel right, somehow, for the magnitude of this, for the scale of what Niall feels for her. He’s always had a hard time being honest, and he finds himself thinking that those options are too easy to weasel out of—that they give him space to second guess, to get cold feet, to overthink, to lie. This way, at least, there’s no turning back once he starts. He has no other option.

So he invites Isla over on a Sunday in late August, London clinging to the last dregs of summer, Niall clinging to his last few moments of safety before jumping over the edge. It feels dramatic, opening the door to reveal her on the other side, carrying a bottle of white wine and smiling at him like everything is back to normal, and he can’t stop talking once he’s let her in, nattering away about the weather, the traffic, the afternoon he’s had.

‘Niall,’ she says eventually, elbows resting on his kitchen counter, watching as he fumbles around for wine glasses and a corkscrew. ‘You’re anxious rambling.’

He exhales, turning back toward Isla. ‘I can’t find any glasses. I think they might all be dirty, Willie had some mates over last night.’

Isla shrugs, ‘we can drink out of the bottle. It’s not like we haven’t swapped spit before.’

‘No,’ Niall’s mouth feels dry, his heart kicking. ‘You’re right.’

‘But I don’t think that’s why you’re anxious rambling,’ Isla says, eyes trailing over Niall’s forearms as he twists the corkscrew into the bottle. It’s covered in condensation, cold and slippery against his hands.

Mercifully, the corkscrew pops out in one piece and Niall brings the bottle to his lips almost immediately, desperate for something to distract himself, for the sting of the alcohol to calm him down, give him a little shock of courage. He closes his eyes as the icy wine makes its way down his throat and then passes the bottle to Isla, who takes it by the neck, her fingers brushing his.

Last time they did this, it ended up with her riding him while his brother got married. The thought kicks in Niall’s belly, settling with the alcohol.

‘I, erm,’ Niall finds it easier to speak while Isla’s drinking. She can’t stare him down, this way. ‘I have something I wanted to show you.’

‘Okay,’ Isla says on a swallow, putting the bottle down on the counter. It clinks against the marble, echoes in the quiet kitchen. ‘Show me.’

In the living room, Isla finds herself a spot on Niall’s couch, bare feet tucked under her, bottle of wine cradled in her lap. He wants this so fucking badly, he thinks, all the time: Isla, at home, with him. He can’t think of anything he’s ever wanted more.

‘So,’ Niall sits down across from her, his body twisted toward hers on the couch. ‘When I was away on my trip, I saw on Instagram that you went back to Mullingar with Mully and Mia and everyone.’

‘Yeah,’ Isla tilts her head. ‘It was reading week, we always go home for reading week.’

‘Right, right, it was just, like, so weird for me to see? Because there I was, like, halfway across the world in bed with a stranger and I opened up Instagram while she was sleeping next to me and all of a sudden all I could do was think about you? And home? And how everything is the same, like, even though it’s been a million years and we’ve been so far apart from each other and we’ve seen other people and done different things it’s like… like, it’s still the same. It’s still you. It’s always you, Isla. And I’ve always known that, I think, even though I didn’t always want to believe it I always knew that nothing else would come close to how it was with you. It’s like… it’s like you’re my home, as stupid as that sounds. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing. It’s about you.’

‘Anyway so while I was on my trip I hadn’t written music in ages. I was so tired and I couldn’t find inspiration anywhere and everything I tried to write turned out like shit and then it just… after I saw your post it just kind of clicked? And I wrote something. And I don’t know if you’ll like it or if you’ll even be okay with it, or if you feel the same way anymore, but I want you to hear it, first, from me, before anyone else has. Because it’s for you. If you’re okay with it I think I want to release this but this is yours. It belongs to you, and you should hear it first.’

‘So,’ hands shaking, Niall fishes his phone out of his jeans pocket and places it on the couch cushions between himself and Isla. He’s got everything all loaded up, the phone connected to the surround sound speakers in his flat, his heart in his fucking throat. He’s gone too far to turn back now. ‘Are you okay with this? Do you want to hear it? You can say no, it’s totally fine if you—’

‘Niall,’ Isla’s voice sounds thick already, wavering. ‘If you keep stalling I’m going to kill you with my own two hands.’

He exhales, a shaky laugh, and nods. He can do this. He’s done way scarier things before—he can’t think of them right now, but he’s sure he has.

He presses play.

This Town starts, and he closes his eyes.

It’s different, listening to your own song like this. Niall’d kind of thought he’d heard This Town too many times for it to affect him anymore, that he’d been able to separate his feelings from the song, his life from the lyrics. But this is a level of vulnerability Niall never even knew existed, like he’s standing naked in the middle of Trafalgar Square, like he’s like he’s reading his diary out loud for the whole world to hear. Which, he supposes, is kind of what this is—Isla is the whole world to him, after all.

In his head it’s a supercut of them: laughing together as kids in the playground, kissing on his twin sized bed in his da’s house, his fingers between her legs in the backseat of Greg’s car, parked on the shores of Lough Ennell. He sees them on a long, autumnal walk with Puca through the woods, and that time they went to Dublin together to buy their mams’ Christmas gifts. He sees her bent over her textbooks, cramming for exams, while he sat on the other side of the room strumming his guitar. He sees the look on her face when he kissed her goodbye at Dublin airport, before he left Mullingar for the very first time. He sees himself, too: alone in London, alone in Dubai, alone in Bangkok, alone at Croke Park, alone, alone, alone, and always looking for her.

By the final chorus he can’t take it anymore. His eyes are stinging with tears and when he opens them up he finds that Isla’s crying too: full, fat tears streaming down her cheeks, her hands covering her mouth, her body trembling. He wants to wrap her up in him but he doesn’t know, can’t tell, if it’s good or bad. If she wants this too.

When the song ends she drops her hands, still shaking, into her lap. Niall tries to ask if she’s okay but he can’t—he just keeps imagining his heart falling out of his open mouth. Eyes wide, he waits for her instead. No matter how long, he knows, he’ll wait for her.

‘Fuck’s sake,’ she says eventually, around a sob. ‘Jesus Christ, for fuck’s sake, Niall.’

And then she’s on him, leaning over the empty space between them to press her lips to his, for the first time in a million years.

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bionicdragonguardian1 · 5 years ago

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Ranma 2/4

Part 3; Final: chapter 26-38

After this it’s on to good and proper timeline deliberation

These two are honest-to-God morons and I want to punch them in the face

*sigh* Ranma…

Y’know I almost had hope that this differed in the manga

Guess not

I DO NOT approve of alienation

However, getting emotional character development out of Ranma is like pulling teeth

So alienate away

Emotional Oof

THANK YOU!

*chuckles* Ryoga, you’re great

BREATHE

He’s dying don’t kill him early

FINALLY!

Ooo

didn’t see that coming

*tightly* I’m fine

okay, Ranma, you know what to do

*heaves giant ass sigh* RANMA!

*screams*

Look I know no chill, kay, shut up

RIP my shipping heart

*sighs* FUCK!

Not gonna lie, I’m Ranma

Careful, Akane might kill you

And with the way Hinako’s acting she deserves it

I’m actually with Nabiki on this one

I love how Ranma is rolling with this

Ooo that’s gonna sting

Those 3 are terrifying, honestly

Hinako, your timing is awful

STOP USING RANMA AS YOUR LANDING PAD SHAMPOO!

Ranma blubbering hurts WAY more than I thought it would

Ranma, you’re digging your own grave here

Someone call me when he learns his lesson FINALLY

*cringes* Yikes, tbh I can’t tell if she’s playing him

Ranma you shit

WHY

Why is it always Kuno?!

Oof this gonna hurt w Kuno’s understanding of Ranma’s curse

Expect all Ranma and Kuno- especially Ranko- interactions to hurt really bad

Ukyo, you’re an idiot

You too Ryoga

Honestly

Alright, that’s funny

Ukyo, you’re lucky they’re dumb

Oh God, you two are SO wrong, but I love it

Aaand what does that say about you two Akane?

Ooo I could make this really mean

It’s SO tempting

Well, that went nowhere

Poor Ranma

So many trans vibes, honestly

*screams* HOW? Who? WHY?!

Wha-wha-what?!?!

Ouch, that’s gonna sting SO bad

heheh

Ouch, that hurt surprisingly more than I thought it would

Further proof that Genma SUCKS

Just this once, gimme soft

PLEASE

Close enough…

Okay, this fight was AWESOME!!

*sigh* Why am I even surprised by Genma’s reasoning anymore?

If Ranma cries, Imma cry

Excuse me while I go scream

I literally don’t even know what to do with this

Chuck it in the fuck it bucket and move on, I guess

okay, the end was funny though

Soun, is that bird didn’t look out of it’s gourd I’d believe you

*Chucks whole birdhouse* “fair”

A+ pic of Ranma

In his defense, he can argue something else, they just won’t listen cuz Shampoo won’t go with the truth

Alright, so Shampoo is smart, but with Ranma she’s an idiot

Wouldn’t the smart idea be to send Ranma AND Akane in with all 4 objects at the start?

Ok, Shampoo Sleep-Fighting is funny

Ranma is so underwhelmed that he’s just not even caring anymore

How Kasumi the scariest one to be possessed

Alright, anything with Nabiki on the cover worries me

Holy Shit he played Nabiki

I’d be impressed if I wasn’t annoyed to hell

Let’s all be glad right now that Genma never mastered this

Where do you think he would’ve sent it?

My inclination’s the Tendos

If nothing else I’m impressed by Nabiki

Now play this man like a kazoo PLEASE

When Ranma lectures you on how you’re acting like kids, you done fucked up

I’m with Ranma

Are you sure Akane?

Cuz I’m not

Heheheheh

Thems the breaks Ranma

You deserve it

Holy Shit Ryoga, nice

Now, I understand that Pigs are your life, but you might be dead

And honestly, I don’t blame him

Okay, that one’s gonna hurt

No matter how you slice it

Morality, Ranma, I know you have it

I hate this

Ok, that was uncalled for

Ranma he’s gonna kill you

Also WTF are you thinking?!?

Oof

Wait… what?

I’m officially concerned

Ok, I actually kinda like this interlude

Akane… seriously, trust is a thing you need to learn

One would think she’d learn…

Okay, that is actually creepy

I would too Ranma, I would too

Jesus fucking Christ, you suck Happosai

LetRanmaMeetHisMomCOVID19!

Gemma you shit

Happosai, go fuck yourself

Nevermind, don’t let him meet her, this is ridiculous

“Where’s the fridge?” “Akane wanted it”

I shouldn’t’ve laughed as hard as I did

*sigh* I just want Ranma to have ONE normal parental figure in his life, is that too much to ask?!

I already hate this idea

He comes back Imma scream

Since when?

On what planet does penpal = boyfriend/girlfriend?

Ryoga, PICK ONE!

I’m getting annoyed with you Ryoga, which sucks cuz you’re one of my faves

Ryoga, how are you this gullible?

You deserved that Ranma

I would wish the fate of being Kuno’s wife on no one

Ever

Congrats Ukyo you’ve actually made me freak out

I don’t appreciate it

At all

*shudders*

Oh this is SO weird

Of y’all keep making comments like this WHY do you keep trying?!

Nevermind it’s Hiroshi and Daisuke, they’re in the know

I’m going to say it again

AKANE LEARNS TO SWIM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!

This is why you don’t buy cheap food people

I can’t lie, I’ve been waiting for Akane to get possessed

That moment when the ghost is honestly being a bit too sensitive

Actually, he didn’t, so shut up

I could make the Hawaiian thing so Explicit

But I won’t, cuz y’know consequences and stuff

I’m not going to ask how Ashura drowned at Josenkyo

Taro, quit being a dick, you turn into a Minatour-like thing

God he’s dumb

When Crazy and Crazy wanna duke it out, Ranma’s got the right idea

Excuse me, what?!

Ooo, now you’ve made Akane mad, run

Wtf is wrong with you, Kodachi, he’s literally unconscious!

I think that was almost character development?

I can’t tell

Ranma should not look that good in a suit

Whoa, she actually like… said it

Damn

Everyone’s got 4 sec to start treating Ranma like a person

Oof, right in his pride

Akane, I need you to stop being cute for 3 sec so I can focus

Yeah, I ain’t making it dormant

Ranma, I can’t tell if this is sexism or jealousy, either way it looks ugly on you

“At least he’s scaring the cats” harsh Kasumi

Okay, so I’m 90% sure it’s just jealousy, which better but still ugh

Ranma, you can be kickass when Akane is too

Ya goddamn moron

I’m going to beat that into him

There will probs be some angst about that

Not gonna lie

Look I’m good at it

Sorry

Ranma, if you want to get MURDERED that’s the way to do it

Smooth one, idiot

Called out

You better do this right or I swear, I’ll kill you myself, Ranma

I believe that is a fail

Of epic proportions, congrats

You NEED to learn to keep your mouth shut Soun

Awww

But he’s not lying!

Ranma, just run, she’s actually pissed this time

FUCKING RUN!

Alright, Akane, NO

You’re playing into the patriarchy

Oh, right… 80’s...

I’m changing that!!

Oh My God PLEASE tell me Ranma gets deaged!! Please!

Ranma’s got more patience for assholes than I do

Jesus

Hah

He deserved that

Part of me wants to see Kasumi actually get pissed off

YES!!

I LOVE degaging plots!

Ranma, I want you to math that one out, just a little

YES!

I am LIVING for this!

There is so much wrong with that sentence Kodachi

Ok, that was a little too cruel Akane

Someone either get Mousse recognized as Legally Blind

Or someone get him glasses that work!

Either one, but PLEASE

I just got a “draw me like one of your french girls” joke from a horse

Even though the widespread joke is LITERALLY at least 30 years later than this image

OOF

Ice Cold

We’re running out of chapters for her to find out

She better have a canon way of doing it otherwise I’m gonna be really mean with it…

Bean… Gun… Plant…

Eh Seen weirder

Aww Valentine’s Day chapter!

Yes!

Poor Ranma

These two are blind to each other

Heheh

Aww

I love these dorks

Heheh oops, busted

I still just find the principal an honest annoyance

Wait… when did Ranma start wearing a school uniform?

Congrats Miss Hinako!

I just now realized that I’m going to have write someone who is ok with having a female chest

Gag me with a spoon

Bleh

I’m bad at that

I really do want to give Ranma clothes that do actually fit his female form

Ranma needs to look at the terms and conditions of good curse

Cuz this is getting creative

Uh oh

Ranma you have a brain, please use it

Hehe, she’s doing her body laundry

Oh shit

THANK YOU SOUN!

Fucking Happosai

Why are you the actual worst!

Oh shit

Goddammit Nodoka

That one was ALL on you

I expected this from Nabiki, but wtf Nodoka?!

Happosai you twisted fuck

Heheheh alright that’s funny

If nothing else Shampoo is sneaky

WHY is that the only way to undo it?!

Poor Akane she is so lost

Aw, poor Ryoga

Definitely not, Akane, but thank you for posing that question

Thank you for calling him out on his ego

This would be hilarious to see this before anyone had any bit of a clue about Ranma’s two forms

Also, Ranma, you need to keep her safe from the Kunos

*sigh* Akane, you’re wrong

Ooo, not good

And that is what no self control looks like folks

What is with that ending?

And this is what manipulation look like folks

Also, y’know, robbing someone blind

I’m assuming this is Konatsu and I love them already

I’m using they/them cuz I’m unsure of what pronouns to use

Y’know I thought the Cinderella thing was a joke, turns out I was wrong

I do not understand Konatsu’s thought process w Ukyo at all

Also, can you not knock them out?

I am forgetting the name of that one Hero from Supergirl but if my understanding Konatsu is correct I’m DEFINITELY going to do that

Yeah, that’s NOT how that’s gonna go over

Okay, can we all agree that the trick Kuno used on Ranma is HORRIBLE, right?

Wholeass mood for Ranma

Like you two need to shut up

I just want Ranma to wear a sun shirt and trunks to the beach ONCE

Ryoga… how are you so lost that you came up through the ground?

Ranma, how are you both a dick and a good friend at the same time?

Just tell me How on Earth did Akari justify the hot water for Ryoga with revealing that he’s Pchan

I’d like to think that’d be something they wouldn’t skip over

No questions, just punches a grave

Why does that grave hit back?

Honestly Nodoka almost finding is stressing me out

I could be SO angsty with the Neko-ken Fear thing

Someone tell me not to I’m that much of an asshole

So glad that she’s apparently gonna learn bc I would’ve been SO mean

God, Genma you actually suck

Oh, thank God she’s not too smart

The fact that he’s 300% ready to die is actually depressing

That was actually quite touching

If we ignore the way Ranma phrasing that is just plain wrong

Uhm… what?

C-can she do that?

I hope not

God, you two are so dumb!

Is her definition of “manly” emotionless?!

Bitch, have a heart!

Oh God make them ALL leave! ALL OF THEM!

You feel? You said “you’re leaving”

Ranma, the fact that you didn’t put that together I can’t help you Like my dad says “I can’t fix stupid”

The fact that he feels the need to run screaming from his own house…

Nabiki, WHY

I’m convinced at this point that there is something Nabiki HATES about Ranma and that’s why she’s making his life a living hell

Cuz you do realize at least ⅓ of his problems are because she told someone something that was private

I can’t tell if that’s an insult or a backhanded comment

Either way, RUDE

I can’t tell, is that Konatsu or is that Tsubasa?

Must go back and check cuz Akane’s comment about “trasvestite and a homosexual” confused me since Ranma mentioned being “the first male kunoichi”But then who HAS TO BE Tsubasa says they’re a straight guy

*sigh*

Yep, nope, that’s Konatsu

My understanding was that Konatsu was like actually trans in canon

Apparently I mixed that up

I’m making it canon

MtF Konatsu

Bisexual Konatsu

One of these days someone is going to teach people to cook before assuming they know what they’re doing

Seriously It’s not that hard

Did they seriously just try to marry an unconscious Akane to Ranma?!

What The Fuck?!

Aww, she’s cute

Ryoga has a bad sense of direction, but he’s never missed before…

Okay, that’s a little strange

Why is she hatching?

Poor Mousse

Lol, that was so sweet until Ranma was dumb

It’s still sweet, who am I kidding

“Do I look like I wear Totoro underwear” oh that’s GOLDEN

Le shit

Firstly, Genma is still and idiot

Second, how is he already in Moscow?!

Third, why do I find this hilarious

Oh fuck

YES Kick her ass Akane!

I’m confused

Ok, was heralding back to the first chapter intentional?

Why does he have the staff in the bath?

Ok, I THINK I know what’s happening here…

Oof Can you two leave?

Ok, I was DEAD wrong

Wait…

If she…

If the DROWNED AKANE Imma commit murder

Damn, if you wanna piss off Ranma that’s how you do it

I don’t know why anyone would think pissing him off is smart

Oh, thank God, she’s okay

What is with this kid?

Why is he such a pain in the ASS?!

So I know she’s not dead

Unless SEVERAL DOZEN Fanfics have lied to me

Which is entirely possible since they were all listed as AUs

Uhm… Ranma… you okay?

Good, get him out cuz he’s clearly in shock

This hurts

Okay, hate to be the one who complains that Akane’s not dead, but that doesn’t track

At all

Can I rescience this?

Please?

Am I going to be an ass about it, probably, but it’s me no one should be surprised by that in any way

“Honored and crazy guest” I mean, accurate

Alright, Shampoo you’ve got exactly 1 chance

Then I’ll maybe apologize for calling you names constantly

Oh I am gonna be such an asshole in this scene

Also extend it some

Oh, God I could be such a dick

I’ll restrain

I’ll just write one-shots instead

Mousse do the right thing

You have a Moral Compass I know that!

“Anytime THIS YEAR!” Damn the witty quips

Yeah, but you won morally

That’s what’s important

Why the Scooby-Doo line?

Go Ranma!

Ok, so that comment about Ranma basically fighting a God is NOT an overstatement

Noted

Congrats Ranma you made me Google a word

Turns out it is a word that had its height of use in the 80s

Neat

Explains why I had no clue what it meant

Someone shoot those damn chicken brains OUT OF THE SKY!

“Only rocks”, rocks Ryoga just confirmed are 3 Tons

*sigh* I’m gonna have to physics the shit out of that

Joy

I cannot tell you the amount my heart dropped when I saw a full color double spread

Jesus Christ

DAMN

You’re gonna make me cry, dammit

Aww

YAY!

Heheh poor Ranma

Chill, hun, you’re good

Aww he’s tiny!

WHAT IS WITH YOU 2?!

STOP trying to marry your kids while they’re unconscious!

I’m not crying you are!

*tightly* I’m fine

Kodachi LET IT GO

Literally everyone else too! I hate you all

Just so it’s on the record I’m pissed

Ok, so “back to the start” is definitely an oversimplification because Akane knows Ranma loves her Ranma knows she knows

Akane! Your turn!

Ooo, IDEA!

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Lie to Me (Ch. 11 of ?)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Genre/Ratings: M eventually (aiming for a slow burn here); warnings for kidnapping and subsequent anxiety/PTSD (will be marked before every chapter)

Words: 3200

Summary: If you had to guess what the captured, traitor, trickster god Loki Laufeyson wanted or needed at this moment, a babysitter would be far, far down on the list. (Set after the events of Avengers 1.)

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug for giving me mouth to mouth when I fainted from writer’s block those five times

Requested Tags: @deraniel @iamverity@yasnooshka24@wegingerangelica@themusingsofmany @dark-night-sky-99@tarynkauai@stuffandstuff-stuff @angelicshinigami@my-current-fandom-is @geekysimmerthings

Something has changed between you and Loki.

You can’t describe it exactly, other than as a shift in understanding. A fundamental change in cognition. Somewhere along the way, he became not a burden, but a friend. You go to see him when you aren’t required to, even if it’s just to tell him about the annoying temp who spilled a full cup of coffee onto your lap. He never seems to mind. You go out of your way to try and make him laugh. He calls you Witling without the harshness in his voice or contempt in his eyes, and now the nickname makes you smile. You smile a lot around him, actually, especially when his eyes ever so slightly light up when he sees you in the doorway.

It’s strange until it isn’t, and you ponder it until you don’t. Somehow your relationship- friendship, whatever- has slotted itself so seamlessly into your life you can’t remember a time when you didn’t favor your green hoodie over the other ones just because it makes him smile and tease when you wear it, or falling asleep without his stories playing lazily in the back of your mind.

You can tell your coworkers think you’re a bit crazy, but who ever cared what they thought, anyways?

“Hey, Trickster.” You bound into the room with a little more energy in your step than normall, toting an unassuming bag over your shoulder. “I’ve got something for you, I think you’re gonna like it- Trickster?” You’re accustomed to him sitting up in his bed, straight as an arrow, maybe a soft smile on his face as he waits for you. He is in his bed, but rather than looking pristine and regal he’s laid underneath the thin piece of fabric that passes for a blanket, curled in on himself. It’s incredibly weird, seeing him in a semi-vulnerable position. A pang of worry shoots its way through your chest, but that’s absurd- it’s not like anything could have happened to him in here. “Did you fall asleep on me?”

There’s movement, but it’s subtle. You wait for him to sit up, but he doesn’t even make a move to look at you or acknowledge your arrival. “Trickster. Hey. You’re scaring me.” You set your stuff down and carefully tread over to the glass wall separating the two of you, and place a gentle hand against the barrier, since you can’t place it on his shoulder. “Is something wrong? Are you sick? Can gods even get sick?”

The blanket gets pulled up over his head.

Alarm bells are going off somewhere in the back of your brain. Why, you can’t be sure, but something is wrong. You can feel it. The air has some sort of heaviness to it, weighing on you and the man in the cell, and you don’t like it one bit. “Loki,” you say gently, trying to coax him out. “What’s going on?”

You can almost hear the indecision coming from him. But eventually, he does come out, and force himself into a sitting position with apparent difficulty. You take him in- same raven hair, same pale skin and emerald eyes, though they’re duller than you’ve ever seen them.

But then you freeze, blood turning to ice. Because covering the lower half of his face is something completely and utterly vile.

It’s a mask of some sort, made of metal, chained around his neck and the back of his head by heavily tied restraints. It completely covers his mouth and chin, turning his handsome face into something from a B-roll horror movie. “Loki?” You whisper. He shakes his head mutely, and with one finger taps the mask- the muzzle- with horrific defeat.

He can’t speak.

They chained his voice away.

You see absolute red when you notice scraped flesh around the edges of the contraption from where it’s been digging into his skin. “What. The FUCK.” Loki’s eyes widen, and your other hand goes to the glass like you can phase through the wall and rip that thing right off of him. “Loki? What did they do to you?” His eyes are so, so sad and so, so tired.

“GUARDS!” You shriek, but you don’t even wait for them to thunder in. You go to the door yourself and fling it open, bodily dragging the pair on duty into the room with you. “What the hell is that,” you snarl, pointing at the ugly device strapped to Loki.

“The prisoner?” One says, confused at your obvious rage.

“Oh, yes, thank you, I thought you had swapped him out with a different Asgardian prince while I was away. On his face.”

“He required restraining.”

“I wasn’t aware restraining involved one’s voice. What was the reason?” You channel as much ice into your voice as you possibly can.

“He was attempting to conjure some sort of spell.”

That stops you short, and you glance at Loki, who is pointedly not looking at the confrontation. “He- was he?”

The agent nods. “He was humming something we couldn’t identify, and based on his history-”

“He was humming,” you say faintly. “Just… humming.” Another nod, but hesitant this time. “And how was it any different than the literally dozens of times he’s done this in the past few months?”

“Um…”

“Right. My guess is, it wasn’t, and you absolute idiots just wanted to jump at the chance to tie him down further.” They don’t argue with you, which is probably wise considering the daggers your eyes are throwing. “Open his cell.”

“Agent, I don’t think you have the authority-”

“Does it look like I care? I am so very, very close to unlocking his manacles and letting him blast you into oblivion with the scariest magic he can possibly muster.” You didn’t have clearance to do that either, but you sure as hell aren’t going to tell them that. “Open it. Now.” At any other moment, the thought of intimidating two SHIELD agents that are nearly twice your size would be laughable to you, but now you’re fairly sure you could snap their necks with your bare hands if you wanted. When he just stares at you, your hand darts around his wrist and you bodily drag him over to the access panel inserted into the cell door. Finally, after a millennia, he keys in a code.

“It changes every four hours,” he warns, but you aren’t even looking at the numbers he types in, just Loki. Only Loki. The panel pops open with a pneumatic hiss, and you sigh in relief.

“Now get out.”

“You-”

You throw him a look so fierce some of the color drains from his face. Without another word, he hightails it from the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

He’s already forgotten.

You rush to Loki, who hasn’t moved from his position on the bed. His eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen, like he’s genuinely- surprised. At you. And maybe a little… scared? Whatever, you can deal with that later. All you’re focused on is getting this horrible thing off off off-

The locking mechanism is complicated and may as well require six hands to press all the right buttons at the same time. “Jesus fucking…” you’re mumbling all sorts of colorful expletives to yourself as you wrestle with the thing, and you’re probably pulling some of his hair, but you don’t get an ounce of protest from the man sitting quietly in front of you.

Clang. It falls to the floor. With it, words fall out of your mouth so quickly your brain can’t even keep up with them. “Oh my god, are you okay? How long have you been like that? I shouldn’t have skipped our last meeting, I take one weekend off and this is what happens. Christ, when I find out who ordered this I’m going to murder-”

“Witling.” You freeze, as does your frantic babbling. His voice is hoarse and dry, so far from the honeyed accent you’re used to. “I am fine.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you grumble, gently taking his face in your hands and inspecting the raw outline imprinted onto his skin. There’s a few flecks of dried blood crusted around the corners of his mouth. Your finger traces the angry flesh. “Does it hurt?”

He licks his lips. “A little.”

“Okay. Okay. Just- stay here. Don’t move.” You back away slowly, trying to convince yourself he won’t die on you if you leave him for a minute, then flee the room.

In your haste, his cell door remains open.

You’re back in an instant, toting supplies- damp paper towels, a bottle of water. You hand him the drink wordlessly and he drains it, looking a little embarrassed when the plastic crunches under his grip. It gets set on the bed beside him. You fold a paper towel carefully, then inspect him a little more closely before going in. “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

You’re expecting a scoff, some retort about a puny mortal hurting an Asgardian- but nothing comes. So you focus on your task, blotting away dried patches and soothing angry marks. You have to change towels twice, and you put that thought away in the very back of your mind so you don’t scream right here and now. “Oh, here.” You pat your pockets until you find a tube of chapstick and hand it to him. He looks at you, mystified. “It’s- chapstick? For your lips? So they don’t- hurt.”

Loki uncaps it, and tentatively puts a little of the product on his fingertip. Apparently satisfied it isn’t poisoned, he rubs a little on the corners of his mouth and gives it back to you.

You let out a breath. He looks a little better, at least. But his eyes are still incredibly lackluster and you hate it so, so much. You want that spark back, the one that keeps you on your toes and makes you laugh and promises endless tales of wonder. You just don’t know what else to do to help.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper. “I should have been here, and then this-” you press a light touch to his cheek.

“Darling.” His hand steals up to yours, and at first it seems he’s going to push you away, but instead he gives you permission to cup his cheek in your hand, letting you reassure yourself he isn’t seriously injured. “It is not your fault.”

“I’m going to kill them,” you say tonelessly.

“Now, Witling. We talked about this: no picking up my bad habits.”

That makes you smile a little, at least, and some of the light filters back into his eyes. Something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye, and when you glance behind you, your heart stops for a few beats.

You had left the door open.

“I left the door open,” you murmur, eyebrows drawing together.

“You did.” His reply is casual and nonchalant.

“And you-” you turn back to Loki and study him. Not his face, this time, but him. “You didn’t leave.”

“Well.” There’s a hint of a smirk on his face. “You told me not to.” Those few words take something in your chest and twists it into so many knots it physically hurts. It must have shown on your face, because Loki lets his hand slide up and gently presses his fingers against yours until they’re lightly entwined together, still against his cheek. And you look at him, trying to memorize all the lines on his face you’ve never gotten to feel, while watching his eyes come alive again with every beat of your heart.

“You said you have something for me?” It takes you a moment to connect his words together, and you pull away, embarrassed. You’ve been standing there staring at him like an idiot for who knows how long.

“Yeah, I- well, you can borrow it at least.” You go to retrieve a lovingly worn book from the bag forgotten on your desk, then bring it back to him, showing him the cover. His fingers trace over gilded lettering- The D’Aulaires’ Book of Norse Myths. “This was my favorite when I was a kid,” you say, unable to keep the fondness out of your voice. So many nights were spent with this and a flashlight, hidden under the covers from parents who thought you were asleep. “It’s a little… tame, I’m sure. It is meant for children. But a classic nonetheless.” You push it into his hands gently. “Don’t turn the corners or anything, I don’t want it creased.”

A vaguely horrified look passes over his face. “I would never.” You wrinkle your nose at him, which makes him smile. Based on the way he’s talked about his own books, you have a feeling creasing a corner in one of Prince Loki of Asgard’s novels is nothing short of a capital offense.

He opens the cover reverently, and you realize it’s probably been months since he’s had a book in his hands. “I am not quite as adept at translating written word through Allspeak. Yet,” he adds. “But I suppose I have all the time I should need in here.”

Your eyebrows furrow a bit, wondering how magical god powers could require practice, but nevertheless, you take back the book and settle onto the floor next to his cot, resting your back against the cold wall. Skimming the pages, you turn to a tale that very specifically does not mention Thor or Odin. They’re few and far between, but they do exist. Before you can clear your throat- “what are you doing?”

“I would be very surprised if his highness had never been read aloud to,” you tease.

“I believe they all assumed- quite correctly I might add- that I could manage perfectly well on my own.”

“Tough,” you say nonchalantly, and suppress a smile when he laughs like he’s forgotten the days events. Which is of course your goal. “Piss me off and I’ll read you the one with the horse.”

“Spare me,” he says drily.

“Then shut up and listen.”

XXX

You don’t know how much time passes. You also don’t particularly care. Everything in these moments is too perfect to mess up- your voice echoing in the cell, Loki’s steady breathing next to you as he listens. Occasionally, you glance up at him, only to find him more relaxed than you’ve ever seen: hands folded loosely in his lap, leaning against the wall with a slight smile barely on his lips. Once, he catches you looking, green eyes staring straight into you, and it takes a large amount of effort to nonchalantly turn back to your book and keep reading rather than blush up a storm.

Eventually, you’re on the last page of the last story and you don’t realize it until you stammer out the last line with a hitch in your voice. The pages fall closed as you release them from your grip. A few moments pass in silence; the hazy atmosphere of contentment and safety that has descended amongst the tales slowly floats away.

“Is that all?”

“Mhm. In this book anyways.” You rub the back cover, as if more stories will magically appear under your touch. “I’ll have to bring you another, there’s loads more.”

“I would like that very much.”

You eye the cell door, which has been cracked open the entire time you’ve been in here. You couldn’t very well lock yourself in with him, that’d be a bit hard to explain- of course, this whole ordeal was already going to be a nightmare to handle. But oh gods was it worth it. So very, very worth it.

“Do you need anything? Before I go.” You push yourself up off the floor and look at him, still lounging on his cot like having you next to him is the most natural thing in the world.

“No. Thank you though.” You nod and turn to go, even though every single nerve in your body is screaming don’t leave him here, take him and that silver tongue of his and fucking run as fast as you can- “Witling?” You pause. “Thank you.” The genuine warmth in his voice makes it all the more difficult to step out of his room. Your hand lingers on the door as you do battle within yourself. Locking him back in feels so wrong. It feels like you’re a conspirator against him, condoning how he’s being treated-

“Y/N.” Your name in his voice draws you from your thoughts. He nods once, briefly, giving you permission almost. It’s okay. I understand.

And with that, you try to ignore the little piece of your heart that shatters as you snap the door closed with a soft click.

XXX

“Thor?” You find the god in a training room, practicing hand to hand with a lady who may or may not have be the Black Widow. You purposefully don’t look up from your shoes to find out. “Can I speak with you a moment?”

“But of course.” He steps off the mat and follows you into a side corridor you know for a fact is rarely used. Based on the way you’re looking around to make sure you’re not overheard, you definitely raised some concern. “Has my brother done something, my lady?”

“No, no of course not. Um, it’s me,” you confess, wringing your hands in front of you. “I might have, like, broken a ton of rules?” Your voice pitches higher than you’ve ever heard it. “And I need a big favor?”

There’s a rumble low in the god’s throat. “If my brother has convinced you in some way to make mischief, I swear, I will-”

“No, I swear he hasn’t! It was me, all me.” Very briefly, you explain the previous day’s events, with the muzzle and the guards and the aftermath.

“You were in his cell,” Thor repeats, confirming what you’ve said.

“For quite a long time.” You give him a weak smile. “I locked it back when I left, of course.” Even though you really hadn’t wanted to.

“And you want me to terrorize the guards into keeping this little tryst of yours a secret?”

“Um, no, I may have taken care of that myself, actually.” He looks at you, vaguely impressed. “I’m worried about the security footage. I wasn’t supposed to be in that long, so I doubt anyone would check it, but I don’t want to get him in trouble. I just know they’d spin it back on him somehow.”

“I see.” You stand there, wondering if you’ve just made the biggest mistake ever asking him for help, when he pats you on the shoulder with brotherly affection that makes something in your chest unknot. “I shall see what I can do, little one. Fear not, I will not let you be discovered.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about, really. But thank you.” You turn to go, but before you can, his voice stops you, softer than you’ve ever heard coming from the big man.

“Lady.” He has a wistful smile on his face, and he’s studying you with… something, in his eyes. You can’t quite put your finger on it. He is so very different from his brother; being able to read one doesn’t really help with the other. “I give you my thanks. Truly.”

You shrug. “I just… needed to help.” You go before his gaze dissects everything you aren’t saying.

A/N: Fun fact time!

- This is the second chapter I wrote of this fic (I’ll mark the first when we get there) - “it’s strange until it isn’t, and you ponder it until you don’t” is one of my favorite lines I’ve written, I think

- You are canonically terrified of Natasha Romanov

- All-Speak does not require practice with written word, Loki is just desperately trying to think of anything to keep you from leaving

Moving in Wednesday, so hopefully this long chapter will keep you guys tied over if I have to disappear for a bit! Love y’all bunches!

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alschain · 5 years ago

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I honestly can't post more random shit on twitter so here's where I'll store my garbage brain reading magi comic

- I SHIP TOTO AND MORGIANA how dare you sink my ship with only like 2 chapters

- finally reached them plot beyond anime adaptation and first thing we learn, someone need to water spray Alibaba's horny ass

- Yunan and Sinbad bicker back and forth...? Must be exes (nod) also Yunan you fucking twink

- but he's an intellectual twink I approve

- kou empire being a commentary on ancient china (even china today) and it's ideology of unification by not accepting diversity but promoting a single culture language and customs that are it's own is not a critique of communism rather colonialism....thank you

- maybe it's too quick to judge but good grief I hate people like koumei the most :( being able to rationalize and institutionalize violation of human rights is a lot scarier than any crazy loony. And it honestly is some 1984 shit going on here

- oh.............................

- Ithnan is a gay baby

- so the story of alma toran, shares the same core idea of Jesus Christ Superstar (jokes aside the discussion of power and divinity is really fucking beautiful

- It is incredibly distracting however that in a magical world deeply rooted in Arabic culture, people have names like Solomon or Sheba or Ugo that the ultimate villain is just called, David. Like some guy from work

- final chapter of the arc looping back to aladdin wishing to be friend with ugo....It's fucking poetic, it's fucking beautiful. The whole alma toran story obviously isn't telling us that Solomon's will is just good, or that he did everything right. Just like he once did, aladdin is now questioning the world's principal and all acting from the base desire of happiness. I don't think my sleep deprived mind grasped or made sense of everything going on here but damn, this is good shit

- I read shonen to feel good about myself and the world because they get cool powers and unconditional friends and most importantly through trial and error they actually win. But damn is it suffocating to read magi (but in a good way), nihilism, existentialism, philosophies I contemplate all day every day being presented in such a way is really, idk, making me sad, just like the real world

- Hakuryuu and Judar's fight against Arba is so fucking good..............and my god all these motherfuckers from Kou are scary. But I just want to hug these two sad boys, which is not saying that I think their thinking is rights or makes sense it's just...you can't blame them, and bitch I relate. Being unable to escape a loop of hate and anger for so long and so much that you internalized it to become something much worse.......and that makes you doubt even more about yourself and the people around you. Which is why therapy is important, at least for me lol.

- SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS FUCKING FIGHT????? WHY??????????? WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO EACH OTHER IT'S SO MISERABLE I CANT-

- Aladdin's expression.......INSTANT TEARS

- he's so pure I'm crying

- Sinbad you actual SON OF A BITCH

- SINBADDDD WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE WHO?????? And putting Sinbad' adventures in his younger days into perspective it's just fucking tragic, if you have to be a piece of shit fine but what about the good people and their good intentions..............

- FUCK I knew one of them is going to die out of the fucking blue and I know I said I hated koumei but, FUCK

- jfc it's so............miserable....................

- human justice change, and as long as we are able to question it, the world would be a better place, and we are able to move forward, to have meaning. I want to hug Hakuryuu until he can't breath.

- oh no kougyoku.......come here that's right Sinbad is a piece of shit

- wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait WHAT

- she..!!! he......!!!!!!! Can she do it to literally anyone furthermore does, does like Ja'far know about......him???!?!????!?!!!????

- damn the opening chapter of the final arc is so beautifully done it's fucking art.

- To think that I was so obsessed with Yunan when I was like 13 first watching Magi anime...he's actually just a sad twink

- they got cars???? They got phones????? They got fucking planes??????? I've only ever seen fantasy + technology as in steampunk but this shit, it's purely magical, and it makes sense holy shit

- the gags in Magi are one of the greatest I swear they are so random

- this is...genius, it's not a conflict of communism and capitalism but rather the culture rooted in Eastern and Western civilizations and the different difficulties they face stepping into this new world.......these two economic system aren't inherently eastern and western either, it's just, cultures, and the conflict created thus.

- and Alibaba are you our socialism icon??

- no wait wtf alibaba WHAT fucking plan is this that's not how, that's not how it works. To introduce a concept previously foreign to the population is not to domesticated it like that...? It suggests that....people can't change, culture can't change, Idk it's kinda worrying. But I do understand, as a temporary measure :/

- ALIBABA. YOU. GREAT. HUMAN. BEING.

- fuck capitalism and monopoly fuck you Sinbad

- this is the scariest shit I've ever seen good grief arba can you not

- I'm going to say it while I still can without being creepy since technically I'm still a teen? Aladdin how is he hot af now

- now that I think more about it Hakuryuu's redemption happens so naturally, it makes me so happy to see the struggle for truth and happiness is achieved through one's reflection, coming to terms with mistakes. Again this shit is fucking beautiful.

- Alibaba Keanu Reeves Saluja ("no, you're amazing"

- YUNANNNNNNNNN NOOOOOOOO

- I fucking love Yunan I just really like this character ever since the first time I watched magi for some strange reason and NOW NOOOOOOOO WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY

- Hakuryuu could be in a infomercial about insects repellant by now things would be much easier if you know his arms could stop getting bit/stung by snake/scorpion

- "can I have an Apple now Mr driver" ALADDIN YOU BIG FLIRT I WILL DIE WITH THIS SHIP and damn his change is even more oblivious put next to Alibaba

- crybaby Hakuryuu.....they all changed but hasn't at the same time I'm crying

- is Hakuryuu me?????????? Crying all night after getting wasted

- two minutes after I said I'll die with the ship....the ship died, bye everybody

- just kidding Alibaba and Mor as so sweet it's just I really ship Aladdin and alibaba....I get more and more estranged feeling as I keep reading because it's not silly, feel-good adventures anymore, "少年漫" 里面的 "少年感" 被渐渐冲淡了因为真实世界比魔法对决宏大多了. I mean, it doesn't seem real that Alibaba and Mor are getting married, I still see them as hot headed companions that are teens going for their dreams against a whole unkind world, it just doesn't seem real. But not in remotely any bad way, it's me who hasn't grown up, I guess.

- that said you guys can really just start with, a relationship? Ya know???? "Lets become husband and wife" I can't take this it's too fast lmao

- NO STOP PUTTING ALADDIN AND KOUGYOKU TOGETHER I DONT LIKE IT (they are both lovely people I just don't like it#!!!!!!! They had zero chemistry#!!#!!#!!!!!!!! It's weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse everyone's getting fucking married!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- stop.......being..........so.............full of yourself, sinbad

- what, the, fuck, is, going, on

- what

- the

- fuck

-Sinbad

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09yards · 5 years ago

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Night Glo

You alone is enough. Tell me, can we work this whole thing out?

part one of the series

“Why would you give a ten-year-old a knife?”

“He felt unsafe.”

“Now I feel unsafe!”

“Would you like a knife?”

“Don’t you mean another knife? I’m good I have enough weapons on me.”

“I thought we agreed no more knives in the bedroom!”

“Fuck off Johnny. Frankly, you can’t complain at me for giving Jisung a knife, he’s sixteen not ten. How old was Mark when you first gave him a weapon?”

“Shit, he was fifteen.”

“Sorry, I thought we’d established that grown men don’t mumble. Speak clearly to me Johnny.”

“He was fifteen when he first had a gun. B-but it was only in training, he didn’t leave the centre with any weapons! I swear!”

“I gave Jisung the knife because he gets scared about people breaking into his room, it’s never happened and I’m the only one who ever wakes him aside from Kun who rarely does so; we know what we’re doing. He happens to be trained to use it too but as you know, we’re planning for Kun to start teaching him on a more permanent basis. I can’t keep him from violence but I can make sure he does something good.”

“Now, strip.”

“Oh, angry sex? Tae you are killing me today.”

“No. We agreed no weapons in the bedroom, get them out.”

“Hey, it works for Yuta and Sicheng apparently! Maybe we could give it a go sometime?”

“I really, really hope you’re joking. For your own sake.”

“Are we done fighting now then? I’d very much like to kiss you and not to be brash or anything but I would very much like a cuddle session with the countries scariest mafia boss who is definitely the little spoon whether he admits it or not.”

“Shut up and kiss me already you twat.”

“Ooo, talk dirty to me... baby boy.”

≪ ≫

Johnny loved waking up to the sight of Taeyong curled up into his side. Their bed sheets tangled between them as were their naked bodies, a sliver of moonlight spilling into their home - not enough to see clearly but enough for Johnny to make out the sharp structure of Taeyong’s body, his pale skin almost sparkling at the contact.

It was moments like this he really thought it was worth it. The hiding and the lying was all worth it to spend time with the one he loved. Even if it was only for a few hours - it was enough.

But, once again, he was painstakingly brought back to reality at the sound of a crash downstairs. They lived alone. Carefully trying to slither out of bed, untangling his limbs from being intertwined with his lovers.

“Johnny, it’s cold and late, where are you going?”

“Sshh, don’t worry, I think there’s someone in the house. I’ll take care of it, go back to sleep.”

“Just don’t make a mess, blood is a bitch to clean off the walls and I deep cleaned the house yesterday.”

So, Johnny made his way downstairs, grabbing his gun from the pile of his clothes, as quietly as he could, missing the steps where he knew they would creak and keeping close to the wall. As he turned to go the kitchen where the back door was now left slightly ajar, he noticed the lamp on in the living room and the soft muttering of “what the fuck?”

Clicking the safety off, he gently pushed the door open, “Freeze! Don’t move, who are you and why are you in my house? Talk.”

That was when the anonymous figure turned to face Johnny, the most definitely not anonymous figure and in fact very, very familiar figure.

“Dude, what the actual fuck. You live here? You’re in what looks like a long-term relationship with Taeyong?! And why the fuck are you naked?”

“Jaehyun, your order tonight was working the bar, was it not? I think I’m the one who should be asking the questions.”

“Sorry boss but we’re all sick of you not telling us where you’ve been going! It was either Lucas or me who was going to follow you tonight and you better be glad it was me – for both your sake and Lucas’s because Yuqi is not doing well with his shifts getting longer. Now, I’ve explained my part - you need to start talking.”

“I’ll go put some clothes on then I’ll explain everything, I swear.”

“Hey babe, it’s Jaehyun, got some business to discuss - don’t worry he’ll stay downstairs he doesn’t know anything.”

“Too bad, I hate seeing you put clothes on.”

≪ ≫

“Okay boss, let’s hear it.”

“Right. Well, yeah, I live here and have done for nearly four years. Me and Tae have been together for five years, this time anyway - we were together for a couple years back in high school too. It’ll be six in a couple weeks.”

“Jesus Christ. I know the two of you were never rivals but you come home at the end of the day to him?”

“He usually comes home to me to be honest; they’ve got more business he has to finish up whereas we’ve only got the bar and the garage.

Look, I know this is going to be hard for you to understand but we are in love, we’re happy and who knows maybe we will work together in the future. I want to marry him Jae, I’m planning to propose on our anniversary. If he says yes, we will all be working together - whether you like it or not.”

“I just can’t believe we never knew. And that you felt like you had to hide this when you didn’t, we’d always support you, we love you. At least you didn’t hide it because you never told any of us you were gay!”

“Literally everyone aside from Lucas is gay, even he dated some guys before he got with Yuqi. The bar is a whole gay parade. I’ve literally talked about how hot certain people are with you, did you think I was gushing over Namjoon’s man tiddies and dimples because I thought it was the right thing to do? No, he’s hot and Jin is one lucky guy.”

“I’m so going to have to call Jaemin and get him to stop trying to set you up with Kun then if you’re practically married. Jaem did say he was being pretty stubborn about it though so to be fair I really think he just wasn’t interested.”

“Of course, Kun’s not going to agree to a date with me when he’s the one helping me pick an engagement ring.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Oh, fuck indeed. Honestly you guys are such morons at times. And if you’re here, who’s working the bar?”

“Oh wow, keeping quiet, now are we? I thought I told you about working Mark at night, he’s too young and he has to go to school! I enrolled him in that private academy place for a reason and its costing a bloody fortune, you could at least make sure he goes. You’re dismissed Jaehyun. I don’t want to see you out of place for a while, and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone else. I will not hesitate to punish you.”

“Yes sir, sorry boss. It won’t happen again – I’ll tell everyone I came up with nothing.”

“Good night Jaehyun.”

≪ ≫

“JOHNNY!”

Shit, shit, shit.

“Whose muddy boot marks are in my living room and kitchen. If it was Jaehyun oh my god so help me, he treks through the forest when it’s been raining for two weeks straight.”

“Sorry babe, I didn’t have chance to lecture him on his boots with everything else.”

“What’s happening, is it work?”

“Just some issues with an, uhm, with a delivery yeah. New shipment, new items, you know how it goes.”

“Did Ten send you new weapons?”

“No, no. It’s a shipment for the garage, new parts so hopefully I’ll finally get the 1957 porsche working.”

“Sure, okay. Pancakes?”

“I gotta dash, I love you.” With a quick kiss to the forehead Johnny was gone, practically running out the door.

≪ ≫

“I am so sorry I’m late Kun, I know you don’t get much time. Taeyong was questioning me on some business this morning, couldn’t exactly tell him the new shipment I was talking about was an engagement ring.”

“It’s not a problem, I’m only tutoring Jisung today. They gave me the day off, something about the chairman being worried at the number of hours I’ve been working. Oh well, gives me more time to find this ring – he’s going to be so happy.”

“Thank you, this really does mean a lot.”

“I am happy to help, two of my best friends getting engaged? Count me in.”

“Do you think I’m crazy for asking us to join our businesses if we do get married?”

“Not at all, I spoke to him about it once. He said it’d be nice to have someone to share it all with, he does get lonely sometimes.”

“I would give him the world if I could, every moon and every star. I just want him to be happy.”

“You make him happy Johnny, more than you could ever know.”

≪ ≫

“Hey, I know, I am so, so sorry I am late but I had to stop by the garage on my way home.”

“It’s fine, I was late too so I just picked up a takeaway, well Sicheng did and I got it from him but not the point. It’s in the oven heating up now.”

“Good, we need to have a quick conversation.”

“Johnny, what’s wrong you look all serious?”

“Happy anniversary Tae.” He was clutching a small blue velvet box in his hand, good thing it was strong or he probably would’ve broken it with the death grip he had on it.

“I told you not to get me anything.”

“And, contrary to popular belief, I am smart enough to know that meant get you something. But, you don’t like roses and besides they’re expensive and only die anyway, so I got you this instead.”

Hesitantly, he got down on one knee, then proceeded to struggle to open the box and Tae couldn’t help but let out a small snicker.

“Fuck, oh there we go. Will you, please, do me the honour of marrying me?”

“Of course, you idiot. Yes, yes, yes.”

Johnny pulled him in for a soft kiss, sweet and tender.

“Kiss me properly now Johnny.”

“Always so demanding.”

Johnny leant down once again, pulling Taeyong into a passionate, deeper, hungry kiss. One hand holding his waist, the other reaching down to cup the back of his thighs. With a quick tap to his leg and a breathy “Jump”, the kiss turned needy, pressed against the wall – the sound of whiny moans soon filling their kitchen.

“You know Tae,” kiss to his jaw, “I think that ring,” kiss to his neck, “will look a lot better” kiss to his collarbone, “when it’s the only thing you’re wearing”, kiss to the sensitive spot below his ear – producing a breathless moan of Johnny’s name.

“Johnny, bedroom now.”

“Takeout can wait?”

“We can eat later?”

With hungry eyes and a quick smirk towards Tae once again, “I think I could eat now.”

“Oh really, what kind of food were you thinking?”

“You.”

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prairiesongserial · 5 years ago

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8.9

Buying lunch for the second time that day made Friday think that maybe she should tell Val about Ueno. Not that Ueno was really a secret; they were all staying at the Grand Hotel together, and Val must have seen her. She sure felt like a secret, though.

She and Val sat outside the Town Hall, watching the street while Val devoured one of those chicken and apple pastries.

“It’s good, right?” she said. “I can understand why these folks don’t want to give up their mutant apples.”

“Hm,” Val said. His mouth was full.

Friday didn’t know what time it was, exactly, only that the sun was creeping toward late afternoon. They might find themselves camping on the steps of Town Hall for a while, yet. She watched Val eat; he ate like he couldn’t count on where his next meal was coming from, swallowing it down so fast it was a marvel he didn’t choke. Val didn’t know she’d been stealing; he probably thought she had spent the last penny in her pocket on his apple hand-pie.

“I have some spending money, now,” Friday said.

Val swallowed a big, hot bite, grimacing.

“How’d you manage that?” he said.

“Oh, a girl has her secrets,” Friday said. “We don’t have to worry about food for a few days, I mean. Or we could pay for a tank of gas. Not enough for both, though, so it’s not like we can just split.”

“And we owe the Grand Hotel for another night.”

Friday sighed. That would be a blow to their earnings, if they even managed to catch the apple-thieves. That hotel wasn’t cheap. But if you were the only town for miles around in mutie country, the folks passing through couldn’t afford not to pay.

“You think they have trouble with muties out here?” Friday asked. Val was almost finished eating, but she couldn’t wait. “I mean, we didn’t consider that. Maybe there’s no suspect at all, and it’s just muties comin’ in and raiding in the dead of night.”

“Bike,” Val reminded her.

“Those muties in the Colorado woods were smart enough to ride a bike, I would bet all the silver in my shoes,” Friday countered. “You know what? That was the scariest thing about ‘em. How smart they were.”

Val frowned at her, licking his fingers. Friday knew she was getting herself into hot water, here, and after already having that painfully awkward conversation earlier. Unfortunately, her motor-mouth had bad brakes.

“I mean, not just the fact that they were talkin’ and mimicking voices, but how they organized. Drawing you off first and then me, separately. Circling up,” she continued. “And - and doing reconnaissance first! You remember those two on either side of the path, before it got dark. They were checking us out, before they decided how they were gonna round us up. Knew we had guns, too, but they lured us into the woods in the dark, so even if I had brought an actual gun instead of a flare, half my shots would have hit the trees. I’ve been thinking that maybe, I mean, it’s stupid, but, I - ” She took a deep breath. She didn’t like the way Val was looking at her, all concern. “I just mean that there’s real street smarts involved in scarin’ people, and that, if you aren’t gonna be welcome someplace, why not pretend to be more of a monster that you are? Scare most people away from seeking you out. Kill the rest of the idiots who wander onto your land.”

Val shifted up one step so that he was sitting on the same one as her.

“That’s quite a theory,” he said.

“I don’t know that it’s a theory,” Friday said, passionately. “That was the most scared I’ve ever been in my life, and I was realizing today…”

Here came the part where she was probably going to talk herself into trouble.

“I was realizing,” she continued, swallowing. “You know, watching the town here. There was this little baby with these crazy pink eyes with like, double pupils. And, I guess, obviously there are moms here. It’s a town.”

Friday fidgeted, running her hands up and down the outside seams of her pants, just for want of something to do.

“I don’t mean to go comparing the two, obviously, but it got me thinking about the woods, and how there weren’t any moms and babies, because we weren’t supposed to see them. You know? They saw us tryin’ to go down that trail, probably toward where they all live, they saw us kill their look-outs, and so they put on a big scary show for us in the woods, instead of waiting for us to stumble into their home. If they didn’t manage to kill us, they’d put us off going down that fuckin’ trail. You sure couldn’t pay me enough.”

“So, what are you saying?” Val asked, sounding tired. “Muties on bicycles stole Digby’s apples?”

“No! I’m not saying that at all. I’m just thinking out loud.” Friday glanced up at the sky, hoping it was close to seven. “I’m just sayin’ the mutie gig is half an act, maybe.”

Val seemed to soften a bit. He always did, eventually.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said. “That’s more charity than most people would give.”

“I mean, they still tried to kill us,” Friday mumbled. “But as a theatrical person myself, I recognized some common themes.”

They sat quietly, seconds slipping by. Friday was doing all she could to let the moment breathe. She hadn’t done herself any favors today, the way she’d stood Val up, and every time she tried to talk about mutants and muties she put her foot in her mouth. As she ran her fingers down the seams of her pants, she tried to count the stitches hidden underneath, just to give her mind something to do with itself.

Part of the reason Val wouldn’t just tell her he was a mutant already had to be the fact that she never let him get a word in edgewise.

People were finally starting to show up for the seven o’clock meeting; or, the people responsible for setting up, anyway. The door was propped open to let the air move through, and Friday could hear the sound of chairs being dragged into place.

“Why’d you stand me up?” Val asked. He looked at her with his purple eyes, unflinching, but not unkind. Made it hard to breathe for a second.

“Honest truth?” Friday asked.

Val nodded.

“I thought it would be too hard, so I let myself get distracted,” she said, staring down at her knees. “There was a woman I was interested in, and she helped me make a little money. Shouldn’t have stood you up like that.”

“Okay,” Val said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. Let’s go in.”

Val started to climb the stairs, and Friday followed behind him, pulling an exasperated face when she was sure he couldn’t see. He always did this. He would forgive her for real in about a week.

Inside, the seats were starting to fill up.

“Think we should hang back?” Val asked.

“Whatever you want to do, Preacher,” Friday said.

The two of them ended up standing in the back corner of the room, and Friday at least was glad of the choice; after the seats filled, it was standing-room only, and the two of them blended in.

“Surprised so many people turned up for Miss Jef,” Friday muttered. She had seemed like she was on the outskirts, as far as her thinking went, but there were a lot of people here. Maybe Friday and Val should consider more suspects.

“Who’s Miss Jef?”

“The schoolteacher, keep up,” Friday teased.

Val grumbled at her as a man approached the podium. The room fell silent.

“As everyone knows, this meeting will be our annual discussion of the year’s harvest; we need to get the remaining summer crops out of the fields and organize the community effort according to who has the greatest need, and when. I ask that we all take a moment now to remember that this is not our winter debate on what crops should be sown in the spring.”

There were some mumblings. Friday scanned the crowd, trying to pick out Miss Jef among them. She might have to resign herself to standing around listening to the town plan the harvest.

None of it made much sense to her, and she zoned out while the mayor, or whoever he was, rambled on regarding who would be afforded the support of the town’s manpower when, and what tools would be at limited availability for what periods of time. Friday didn’t see Miss Jef, but then again, Friday was short, and there were more than a few heads she couldn’t see past. Out of curiosity, she looked for Ueno, though Friday couldn’t dream of why an out-of-towner would show up to this thing if she didn’t have to. Friday barely understood why she herself was stuck here, packed into the back of the room like a fish in a tin - and she really wasn’t looking forward to the stake-out afterward. Not when the apple trees only made her think of the Colorado woods.

“...and so, if there are further questions or concerns regarding the harvest schedule, or you would like to propose a change, I invite you now to the podium,” the man said, heaving a great sigh.

There was Miss Jef - she scrambled to the front, and was met with the spirited cheers of exactly five people. Her students? Friday couldn’t see.

“Good people of Oklahoma City,” Miss Jef began, talking fast. “I propose a change to the harvest schedule which eliminates the harvest of Harry Digby’s orchard.”

Varied jeers of “Jesus Christ, this again?” and teeth clucked in disapproval bubbled up from the crowd.

“Allow me to explain,” Miss Jef said sharply. She tucked a couple of stray hairs behind her ear. “We all know the story of Clay Digby, hero and founder of Oklahoma City. We all know that he was the wise one who realized the metal was poison and buried it a hundred feet deep, on his own land, so that it couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. We all know the rhyme, yes?”

There were murmurs of assent. Miss Jef cleared her throat.

“Old Clay Digby, wise as they come, claimed the whole town as his son; he set his shovel to the ground, and Old Clay Digby dug straight down. Old Clay Digby, how tall was he? Taller than an apple tree. He dug so deep, and dug so long, that soon a whole week had bygone.” Miss Jef paused, letting the melodious rhythm of her voice hang in the air. “We all know Clay Digby as Harry’s grandfather. We know he was a mutant, and maybe he was exceptionally tall and strong. There are some of us in this room who can say the same.”

There were scattered laughs as a couple of townsfolk flexed their muscles or stretched their spines straight - not quite making fun of Miss Jef, but close.

“Tonight, I’m here to tell you that the poison Clay Digby buried cannot, feasibly, have been buried deeply enough to protect our town from its latent effects.” Miss Jef produced a thick book, very difficult to see from the back of the room, and held it open to one page. “This diagram shows how the Old World built something called a ‘deep geological repository’ for poison. They called it radioactive waste. And according to this book, in order to prevent contamination, these repositories were built one thousand feet deep. Clay Digby had a good idea, but not even a mutant could accomplish that. Our town’s memory of Clay Digby insists that he dug a hundred feet deep - according to my research, it is not enough.”

“I always heard the rhyme as saying ��hundreds’ of feet deep,” the woman next to Friday whispered conspiratorially.

“We may not see the full effects of the poison in our lifetimes. Some of us are content to be mutated in his honor. Eating the apples of Deeproot Orchard is a point of pride for us. But is the poison even buried as deeply as a hundred feet? Clay Digby was a real man with limitations. Can any of you flexing in the back - and yes, I saw you - dig a hundred feet down?”

“Town well is a hundred feet, easy,” one of them called up. “Couple of guys can dig a hundred feet, sure.”

Miss Jef slammed her hand down on the podium, cutting through the handful of amused titters.

“And you think burying poison right on our water table is safe?” she yelled. “One thousand feet, it says in this book. Can you dig a well one thousand feet deep? Did Clay Digby?”

“Well, Miss Fields, thank you for your contribution, but there may be other questions waiting,” the mayor said, mopping his face with a handkerchief. It seemed, in part, an attempt to hide a bemused smile.

“Clay Digby’s great-grandchildren are mutants, like him. What will our great-grandchildren be?” Miss Jef continued. “Are you okay with not knowing?”

The mayor was beginning to gently encourage Miss Jef away from the podium. Friday caught a flash of red, off to the side of the stage, nearly behind it. Ueno, still wearing her red leather jacket, had shown up after all. She appeared to be enjoying the spectacle.

The mayor succeeded in bullying Miss Jef off the stage, and returned to his role as moderator.

“Thank you, Miss Fields,” he said. “Any further questions about the harvest schedule?”

Friday looked to Val. He had a look about him, like he was thinking hard.

“You think it’s time to go?” Friday asked. “Catch Miss Jef outside? Or stake out the orchard?”

Val nodded silently. As the two of them tried to cut through the thick crowd, Friday noticed him protecting his stomach with his hands, almost like he felt sick. She knew a little better than that. Friday grabbed him by the elbow, dragging him behind her as she forced her way to the door.

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nightcoremoon · 6 years ago

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I think part of the reason why I hate horror movies is because of the overreliance on jumpscares and shock value and BWAH SUDDEN LOUD NOISES rather than on atmosphere, believability, tension, fear.

here's a list of horror movies from google and the reasons why I hate them, or why I love them, or that they're not actually horror movies.

A quiet place: haven't seen it yet but it's a thriller more so than a horror. thrillers can be scary though but then again so can comedies. and romances. 50 shades is definitely scary: it is psychological abuse after all.

Halloween: slasher film, automatically boring and shit. I'm including the entirety of the franchise here, by the way, and I'm also gonna be including Friday the 13th, nightmare on elm street, etc. They're all the same brand of sensationalist garbage. maybe the very first in each series could be redeemable but the mass volume of shitty and terrible CGI gorefests have ruined them forever. "oh no the scary unkillable monster is coming after us and he's gonna kill us in overly violent ways" 💩

Hereditary: I don't even give a shit it looks trite EDIT maybe it's okay but I don't give enough of a shit to bother to ~give it a chance~ because hey. that's what fucking horror games are for.

Insidious: boring, not scary, 0/10

Get Out: haven't watched yet but will because it's a cinematic masterpiece that defies genre conventions

Bird Box: IM SO FUCKING SICK OF HEARING ABOUT FUCKING BIRD BOX SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT BIRD BOX HOLY SHIT. It's just the goddamn happening by shyamagofuckyourself and it's an excuse to profit off of sensationalist suicide. oohh so spooky. eat my ass, boggart

It: too much bad cgi makes it a comedy. plus a bunch of kids say fuck a lot. good movie that's technically horror I guess but is it scary? nah.

Suspiria: I've never heard of this movie

Annihilation: same

Split: M NIGHT SHYAMALAN IS A SHITTY FILMMAKER and also it's ableist as fuck so

Mandy: google you suck none of these movies have any mainstream appeal

The Conjuring: 💩💩💩

Hush: ??? you know what fuck it I'm skipping the ones that don't matter

The Vvitch: 🙄 my mom's a witch, my best friend's a witch, I'm a witch. hey yeah maybe let's not buy into christian colonialism please? scary witches are boring as shit. gimme something actually scary. like Catholics.

The Nun: wait shit not like that! and by that I mean BORING AS HELL aside from the jumpscares. which are shit

The Babadook: clearly an LGBT movie, not horror

Cabin in the Woods: a parody and an excellent one at that. at least the gore is in homage, or hilariously over the top

Sinister: the fucking epitome of shitty jumpscares and shock value and lack of atmosphere and bad acting and bad plot and jesus fucking christ this is one of the worst and most boring movies I've ever had the misfortune to see DONT WASTE YOUR GODDAMN TIME

Saw: it's actually a thriller with Cary Elwes, Danny Glover, Michael Emerson, and Tobin Bell. it's a campy cheesy low budget true to form horror film with adequate writing, good acting, AMAZING MUSIC BY CHARLIE CLOSER, and isn't over the top with gore considering it's all practical effects. top fucking notch but spawned a dozen terrible sequels.

Shaun of the Dead: it's a touching and heartfelt romantic comedy... with zombies, EXCELLENT CINEMATOGRAPHY, excellent acting, and sad parts that will rip your fucking heart out, stomp on it, and grind it to dust. literally one of the best movies ever made of all time, eat shit tarantino.

The Ring: eh, the original Japanese was better (Japanese horror is its own genre and not a part of this criticism, I actually really like original Japanese horror unfucked up by american audiences as long as it doesn't just gratuitously glorify suicide as Japan does), but this was still a really good mystery thriller with some really cool effects, and is the only movie that has ever actually scared me for real. even now I hate that there's a tv with a vcr right at the foot of my bed.

The Sixth Sense: shyamalan made a couple of good movies. this was one of them. but it wasn't a horror movie and if you didn't know the twist IT WAS A FUCKING AMAZING ONE. like, goddamn empire strikes back levels of supreme and god tier plot twists. it went a little overboard on shock value but compared to the rest of the COMPLETE BULLSHIT on this list (AND IN HIS OWN MOVIES) it really could've gone way further.

The Descent: goddamn claustrophobia. too much horribly cgi'd gore and terrible decisions to be truly enjoyable though. would've been a much better movie without the mutants and the middle finger to physics throat stabbing and the JUST FUCKING KICK IT YOU GODDAMN IDIOT and oh yeah the subtle misogyny. the first half was good tho

28 days later: shitty remake of a merely ok movie EDIT I was thinking of 28 weeks later, 28 days was actually okay I guess

Scream: did not age well but it's okay for being meta, despite the fucking torture porn of drew barrymore at the beginning. allowed for scary movie 1 though, so I'm glad it exists.

Paranormal Activity: PARANORMAL FUCKING ACTIVITY CAN EAT MY ASS, ITS SUCH A SUBLIME FAILURE OF EXECUTION. I WANTED IT TO BE GOOD BUT IT WASNT. oh well at least it inspired five nights at Freddy's. I'll go ahead and throw all shitty found footage movies under this one, including unfriended.

Blair Witch Project: a fucking pioneer of its time. a genre definer. truly scary. good movie. I'll go ahead and throw all good found footage movies under this one, including cloverfield.

The Shining: a thriller, not horror. but goddamn is it the scariest not horror movie ever made. Stephen king you magnificent bastard

Alien: goddamn fucking alien. science fiction masterpiece. director's a little creepy but eh, sigourney weaver kicks ass, and alien isolation is such a good game (despite its many flaws), and it's just so iconic in terms of sheer scope of concept. it's the same horror movie as anywhere else but in space, and I still can't fucking believe this was made in the 70s. this and Star Wars were FUCKING AMAZING, and the xenomorph? THATS ALL PRACTICAL EFFECTS BABEY. NO OVERRELIANCE ON CGI GUTS AND SHOCK VALUE HERE, ITS JUST PURE HORROR AT ITS FINEST. good movie. aliens was better. everything else... eeehhh...

The Thing: same as the descent but with men instead of women, and EVEN WORSE DECISION MAKING. IT IS UNBELIEVABLE JUST HOW GODDAMN STUPID EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM COULD POSSIBLY BE. and in the remake yeah the practical effects were mind blowingly fantastic and inspired dead space which I believe is one of the best horror games if not just best games or horror pieces of media if not just best pieces of media constructed. but the prequel? 🙄 no thanks

The exorcist: masterpiece of practical effects without an overreliance on jumpscares and gore

Jaws: it's Stephen fucking Spielberg in the 70s and one of the most influential horror films and just films in general

Hellraiser: okay I'll give all works by clive barker a pass here because goddamn is he a demented fucking genius if ever I saw one. if only Jericho was actually a good game, it could've been the next doom 3

Poltergeist: an actually good horror movie that depends on atmosphere and effects more so than jumpscares and gore? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

Evil Dead: campy but misogynist. the sequel was a comedy so it's okay. the next sequel is also a comedy AND ARMY OF DARKNESS IS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES EVER FUCKING MADE. FIGHT ME. and fuck the remake. sam raimi should've retired after spiderman 3. maybe even before that.

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: honestly not bad. it was actually freaky and believable. rednecks really are fucking scary with all their inbreeding and terrible music and hatred of black people. I refuse to acknowledge the original and the sequels.

Psycho: eh, hitchcock's worst is still better than most of the shit on this list.

The Wicker Man: OH GOD NOT THE BEES! AHHGUBLAHH MY EYES! AAAAAHHHHH!!! fucking excellent comedy. but it doesn't have any naked ladies in it like the original did. oh well, can't please everyone.

Night of the Living Dead: THOSE ZOMBIES ARE BULLSHIT. ZOMBIES CANT USE WEAPONS AND THEY SURE AS FUCK CANT TURN YOU INTO A ZOMBIE BY STABBING YOU WITH A TROWEL. THEY HAVE TO BITE YOU. FUCK YOU GEORGE ROMERO. Also, dawn of the dead was just sensationalist garbage. "They tore apart a real pig carcass tho so it looked like real intestines" what? the fuck??? who gives a shit????? I watch movies to escape from reality, dumbass. I don't beat off to chopped up human carcasses. If I want a zombie movie I want the walking dead sans the soap opera bullshit and the racism and then "no one is safe and everyone will die" boring mentality propagated by twd and got and other things I used to like but no longer care about (because why should I give a shit about it if everyone could die? I can already be sad enough about all the real people I know who die. enjoying the pain of the deaths of those important to us is a privilege the cishets have). the walking dead seasons 1&2 was pure horror and the very best kind. don't give me boring contrivances. "but sheena, night of the living dead was a trope definer! everything in it was original!" yeah, you know what else is original? *farting noise* George Romero is just rob zombie without a rock band. his best work was fucking call of duty. that's pathetic. "maybe you just don't like gore" HEY YEAH SURE I DONT WANNA SEE UBER REALISTIC INTESTINES AND ORGANS IF THEY ARENT PART OF A MEDICAL DEAL SO IM JUST A BIG DUMB HATER. I'm the one in the wrong. fuck me, right?

Don't Breathe: A FUCKING TURKEY BASTER FILLED WITH SEMEN. THATS SO STUPID I FORGOT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY. BEST CRINGE COMEDY OF THE YEAR :D

Tremors: legitimately great movie with a hundred shitty sequels. like saw but your faves win so you walk away filled with determination rather than sad and disappointed. enjoyment of tragedies are a privilege awarded to those who are neurotypical.

Zombieland: gore done right. the only casualty is mindless zomzoms and bill murray. good. granted it counts as a romance and a comedy but honestly last time I watched it I cried at the part where you find out buck isn't tallahassee's dog. god I love that movie. AND FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS IS THE MOST BADASS MOVIE OPENER EVER.

The Fly: Jeff fucking goldblum. amazing effects for good reasons. need I say more? the original doesn't exist because 1950s horror movies are all bad because all 1950s movies are bad. the 1950s should just be purged from america's records except for pleasantville.

All other Stephen king movies: hit or miss but mostly still good. although very few are actual horror.

10 cloverfield lane: more of a thriller like above's misery but still an amazing movie.

Peeping Tom: literally a movie about how creepy it is to fetishize the deaths of women WHILE LITERALLY FETISHIZING THE DEATHS OF WOMEN. like, come on man. how do you miss your own point so completely?

Invasion of the body snatchers: it's not horror and if it's made to be horror using gore it's shit. the whole thing is just an allegory to the joe mccarthy communism witch hunts anyway.

Cube trilogy: the ultimate b movies. so bad they're good. and it's such an interesting concept too!

Killer Klowns from Outer Space: fucking alien clowns come to earth to turn us into cotton candy by killing us using carnival fare. THIS IS THE GREATEST BAD MOVIE EVER MADE.

All horror movies based on horror video games: either irredeemably bad, or action movies

All creepy Netflix horror movies: wow any idiot with a camera and basic cgi skills can throw shit together to make a movie these days, huh

The Slender Man: I am literally too pissed off about this movie to insult it.

Marble Hornets, Tribe Twelve, the Slender Man movie on YouTube: triumphs of meta, editing, found footage, proof of concept, and story. Slenderman is such a malleable entity for a perfect horror experience, HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY FUCK THAT UP? YOUD HAVE TO BE INTENTIONALLY SABOTAGING YOUR WHOLE MOVIE TO FUCK IT UP AS BAD AS SOMEone who exclusively directs remakes... oh... oh no.

Wrong Turn: one mediocre movie and a dozen loathesome snoozefests coasting by on shock value

Troll 2:

oh god

they're eating her

and then

they're gonna eat me

...

oh my gooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

(Troll 2 is literally the worst movie ever made and I have to respect it for that at least)

but yeah, horror is just bad for movies. but for video games, though...

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anarchetypalarchive · 7 years ago

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the summer is ended and we are not saved

aka that bfu shane/ryan demon fic i decided to write even though it’s been done seven hundred times already lowkey cowritten by @slaughtervoid via discord chat rating: explicit, but not like. extremely explicit? you get me. like there’s no outright sex but don’t read this in front of your mother probably content: holy water guns, shane’s creepy and makes vague murder threats, ryan gets fear boners, i’m giving this a pretentious title in spite of the slapstick on ao3 excerpt:

Ryan drops the holy water gun with a shout and stumbles back, fueled by blind panic as he turns and sprints past their sleeping bags for the attic door.

Behind him, he hears Shane sigh almost calmly despite his flesh still burning. “Don't— C’mon, seriously, do we really have to make this a whole thing— You've seen horror movies, you know how this is gonna—” Apparently still annoyed, he breaks off, and the door in front of Ryan slams shut on its own.

Ryan skids to a stop and reaches for the knob, rattling it ineffectively. “Shit, shit, shit—”

“So many horror movies,” Shane says, voice much closer now, and Ryan spins around. “I’m just saying, can we not make this a thing right out of TV Tropes, you know, that’s just boring for both of us.”

It’s the stupid holy water gun that fucks him over.

It’d seemed like such a good idea at the time. Hilarious, at least, in terms of views, and if he’s honest, the concept of rapid-fire holy water just seemed smart. It seemed smart, and it made him feel more secure, and he could use the humor of the device to save himself at least a little ridicule, hopefully.

He and Shane had been wandering a supposedly haunted mansion—and, yeah, the Disney theme park allusions from Shane hadn’t exactly been infrequent—for most of the night, and Ryan had to admit that the scariest thing about the place so far was the mold in the walls and the structurally-unsound foundation.

They decided to settle for the night in the attic, clearing away some dusty storage boxes (junk, Ryan, it’s junk, look at this, I bet you’d put this on your antiques shelf, let’s take it, do you think the ghosts would mind) and laying their sleeping bags down.

As usual, they tried to sleep, but nerves eventually got Ryan out of his sleeping bag, and Ryan’s pestering got Shane out of his.

And then Ryan had to go and start joking around.

“I’m just saying, I’ve got pinpoint accuracy,” Ryan says, grabbing the plastic gun from its holster and pretending to shoot at random corners of the attic they’re in.

“Pinpoint accuracy at absolutely nothing,” Shane responds easily, sitting on the sill of the attic window and holding the camera.

Ryan rolls his eyes, then grins and spins on his heel. “Watch it, demon!” he shouts dramatically, and squeezes the trigger of the gun to send a stream of holy water at Shane.

Shane holds his hand out instinctively, and then instead of the protesting complaint he expects to hear, there’s the sound of what Ryan can only describe as sizzling. Shane yelps, bringing his hand to his chest protectively, and what Ryan can see of his hand and wrist is red and splotchy.

“Ow,” Shane says irritably.

Ryan stares, suddenly feeling cold. “What— What the hell was that.”

Shane shakes his hand out and sighs. For a long moment, he stares at Ryan, then looks resigned. “Yeah, alright, this was bound to happen eventually.”

Ryan takes an automatic step back. “What was bound to happen eventually?” He gestures at Shane’s hand as it slowly goes from blistered red to pink.

Shane sighs again and pushes himself away from the windowsill. “Alright, calm down—”

“What the hell was that?”

Laughing, Shane takes a few steps towards him. “I mean, honestly, Ryan, what did it look like?” All at once, his pupils seem to eclipse the whites of his eyes and his irises. “Use your critical thinking skills.”

Ryan takes equal steps back, wide-eyed. Later, he’ll admit that maybe he shouldn’t ever be trusted with an actual firearm, because when Shane takes another step forward, Ryan starts frantically squirting the water gun in terror.

Shane jerks back, hands in front of himself protectively again as he cringes when Ryan manages to hit any part of him not covered by clothing. “Ow— Ow, Ryan, stop, Jesus Christ— Ugh,” he says finally, looking more annoyed than agonized. He reaches out and motions slightly with a blistered hand.

The gun crumples in on itself.

Ryan drops it with a shout and stumbles back, fueled by blind panic as he turns and sprints past their sleeping bags for the attic door.

Ryan skids to a stop and reaches for the knob, rattling it ineffectively. “Shit, shit, shit—”

“Boring,” Ryan repeats, voice shaking. He presses his back to the door as Shane approaches him. Struggling to screw up any amount of courage he can find, he takes a deep breath. “Get away from me, Shane—or—whatever the hell you are, get away from me, get out of my friend—”

“Hey, now, I’m the same guy you know and love,” Shane says, looking offended. “You’re the one that befriended a demon, what’s that say about you?”

“What?”

“And, I mean, okay,” Shane continues, slowly closing the distance between them. “Your initial fight reaction? I’m so proud. Very brave. Where’s the fraidy cat from season one, huh?”

Ryan, now flattening his back against the door, puts his hands up like there’s a weapon trained on him. He’s vaguely aware of his own harsh breathing, the tightness in his lungs. He’s pretty sure he’s hyperventilating. Shane either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. “Stupid,” he adds, taking the last couple of steps towards Ryan and grabbing his jaw with a blistered hand. “But brave.”

Ryan can’t manage to get his mind to slow down long enough to process anything beyond he’s a demon, he’s a demon and you’re trapped in here with him.

“And let’s be honest, you're lucky I claimed you and not some other bump-in-the-night creature. Anyone else would’ve seen your precious, untainted soul and ruined you before you could even figure out what was going on.”

Ryan shudders, trying to free himself from Shane’s grip. His jaw aches. “But—you haven’t.”

Shane smiles. “I like to play with my food.”

Ryan jerks back, but Shane doesn’t let go, just looks down at him, calm as anything. He fumbles mentally, desperately, for some means of fighting back, but his holy water is gone and he doesn’t know any prayers and his arms and legs feel like sluggish, heavy tree trunks.

He wonders if he could even run away if he had the option.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Shane says, and maybe he means to be soothing but everything just sounds ominous now. “You’re the most entertaining thing I’ve played with in—wow, decades, at least.”

“I’m not a thing,” Ryan snaps.

Shane releases his jaw to wave a hand dismissively. “Point is, I haven’t had so much fun in years. You’re so easy.”

Ryan rubs his jaw, frustration struggling to win out over the poignant, raw stabbing of terror. “Is that why you’re always fucking—trying to rile things up wherever we go? Offering me up as—as bait all the time?”

“It’s a joke, obviously, because you’re mine,” Shane says. “It’s not like I’d say, hey, goatman, why don’t you come tear off Ryan’s legs if I thought it’d actually happen. Probably.”

“Probably?!”

“But you just get so spooked,” Shane continues, grinning a little. “I can’t help myself. And, y’know, it’s interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“Are you just going to keep repeating the last word I say? Makes for a dull conversation, Ryan. Don’t bore me; I get extra demon-y when I’m bored.”

“Shut up, Shane.” The words come out automatically. Ryan flinches, expecting the worst, but Shane just laughs.

“You’re so afraid of this—” he gestures at the mansion as a whole, “—and you throw yourself into it anyway. Why? To prove something? Well, hey.” He turns and waves at one of the cameras standing on a tripod in the corner of the attic. “You’ve proved something! How’s that working out for you?”

“I—”

“Personally, I think it gets you off.”

Ryan goes wide-eyed. His face feels hot all of a sudden. “What?”

“The fear. You get off on being scared.” Shane says it matter-of-factly. “Admit it. You think people don’t notice—maybe most people don’t. But me?”

Shane reaches out and strokes the bruise forming on Ryan’s jaw with his thumb.

“I notice everything.”

Ryan squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to shiver. And here’s the thing: Shane isn’t wrong. He’s not wrong, and Ryan’s been aroused since Shane cornered him and grabbed him like Ryan was just a thing he owned.

“I’ve thought about killing you,” Shane says, almost cheerful. “Entertained the notion, you know, thought about just how I’d do it. And I bet if I pinned you here and told you all the grim details, you’d come in your jeans in less than a minute. Wouldn’t you.”

Ryan can’t make himself respond, too overwhelmed by fear and arousal and the absolute, raw horror of the situation.

“Ryan.”

He screws his eyes shut tighter.

“Ryan.”

He shakes his head, trembling.

“Ryan, open your eyes.”

Shane’s broad hands are cupping his face. Ryan flinches.

“Wake up!”

Ryan’s eyes snap open, and he gasps out a shuddery breath as he lurches upright in his sleeping bag.

Shane’s kneeling next to him, brow knitted in concern and his hands up in a surrender position. “Whoa! Hey, relax!”

“What—” Ryan groans dizzily, rubbing his eyes and trying to orient himself. “Fuck.”

“You were, like, whimpering in your sleep,” Shane says. Ryan can see the faint glow of an approaching sunrise in the window of the attic. “Guess you were so disappointed we didn’t find anything supernatural-y that your subconscious decided to give you a scare to make up for it?” He laughs a little.

Ryan looks at Shane suspiciously for a moment. Normal eyes. Uninjured hands. Nothing demon-like at all. He sighs and shakes his head. “Jesus Christ.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Fuck no.” Ryan stretches and shifts, prepared to get out of his sleeping bag and get the fuck out of this place, and then he freezes.

Personally, I think it gets you off.

He shifts again.

His boxers are damp and clinging to him. His sweatpants don’t feel like they’ve fared much better. An overstimulated pang of arousal hits him.

Ryan shuts his eyes, groaning in defeat, and buries himself back in his sleeping bag.

Shane raises an eyebrow. “What, you need more sleep? I thought you’d wanna get out of here as soon as possible.”

“I’ll get up in a minute,” Ryan says. His face is hot. “You just—uh, you go ahead, I’ll meet you down there. I just need to, uh. I need a minute to relax.”

Shane shrugs and gets to his feet. “Must’ve been one hell of a nightmare.”

#anarchetypal writes #shyan #i'm terrible at writing serious fic i just couldn't do it #shipfeed

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rose-tinted-nostalgia · 5 years ago

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I wake up at 2 a.m. like clockwork almost every night, and I can’t go back to sleep. I’m so exhausted, but I can’t stop thinking about things that don’t matter, always. I went to Universal this past weekend, and despite not being able to ride half of anything because I injured my tailbone so badly at work sitting is painful, you couldn’t crush my happiness. I am such a glutton for theme-parks, honestly, and Halloween Horror Nights was just the right amount of spookiness for me. I cannot stop thinking about the Us house, though. I didn’t really jump like I did in the others, but jesus christ, I can’t get it out of my head. I’m literally distraught. I couldn’t make eye contact with the actor’s during most of it, and walking through it filled me with the strongest sense of dread and unease. It was the scariest thing I’ve experienced, and I don’t like that it doesn’t sit well in my brain. I wake up at night replaying scenes from the house in my head, as if I didn’t have enough vaguely terrifying nightmares as is. I had some sort of nightmare last night that I can’t quite remember but I don’t think it was Us related. I can only remember how I felt, vague bits and pieces of it, but I can’t get it out of my head because as vague as it is, the memory feels so tangible, like it wasn’t a dream at all. My nightmares sometimes come with an equally vague sort of comfort that sticks way longer than the fear. I don’t dream of people I know, probably because I do not really have anyone as of late who comforts me, but whenever I’m sad or scared or something unpleasant, there’s always someone there to comfort me, and the memory of being held, of being safe, that keeps me up at night longer than the nightmares themselves. But it isn’t just the nightmares. My mom has her third chemo treatment tomorrow, and then she’s going to get slated for major surgery, and I know this is a good thing, but I can’t shake this feeling that she might not ever wake up, and I have to push away the thought as soon as I have it because it’s literally crippling. My dad got out of jail, and he came to visit, and my god, I don’t know how he does it, but as much as I hate him, as much as I avoid him, as much as I ignore him, I still enjoy having him around. Kai started calling him “pa” immediately, and he pulled him from room to room in the house. They played baseball and with cars and ran around, and it so pure it warmed my soul. He asked to borrow $150 for a motor and I said no over and over again despite his promises because I KNEW that he would fuck up again. I KNEW it. Like deep in my heart I never once expected anything else. So how on earth did It still hurt me to hear he fucked up. He tricked my grandpa out of $300. Again. Literally a day after getting out. He told my sister’s boyfriend if he didn’t let him borrow $20 for Crack he’d go get it somewhere else. I’m not surprised??? But it still hurt me. The pain was still tangible. No matter how much I distance myself, no matter how little I expect, it still fucking hurts. I’ll just never recover from anything, honestly. I don’t know how I function in general when ever sad thing that’s ever happened to me is still poking at me from inside. I still love anyone I’ve ever loved. I still feel betrayed by anyone who’s ever hurt me even a thousand years ago. I still lie awake at night beating myself up over and over again for everything single thing i’ve ever said or done wrong to hurt anyone else. It’s not healthy but I don’t know how to let it go. It’s like i wouldn’t exist without any of this and if I just stop feeling everything, I feel like I might just stop existing at all. I’ve only ever existed for other people. I’ve never once existed for me, and I just don’t know how to do it. I just don’t even think I want to. I’m tired of hurting. I’m tired of blaming myself for everything. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of being tired. I just want to go to sleep for once and not wake up at 2 a.m. suffocating. I want to go to sleep and wake up from a nightmare next to someone real instead of comforting myself with the memory of feeling safe next to someone in a dream. I’m not great, but I think I deserve a little rest.

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kazhan · 7 years ago

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Game of Thrones - s07-03.

So Jon actually shows up with five guys to meet the daughter of the man who brunt his grandfather and uncle, when everyone told him it was a bad idea, with the purpose of mining dragonglass.

Well, I do hope you still have that teleportation spell around, because you’ll need it to get all that dragonglass in time, right? Or perhaps he expects Dany will provide the men for that?

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyy.

“I’m not a Stark.” Dragon suddenly appears.

SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOTH, sooooo smooooooooooth.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand here we go, the so long awaited first meeting between Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons and….

Jon Snow.

The… hum. King in the North.

You know what? That made me laugh like hell, actually, but I think it was more like… nervous laughter? Thank the gods for Davos, that man is gold, I think he’s like the only character I still like on this show, with Theon. When he tries to bond with Missandei? It was so cute and silly, I loved it.

We are now watching the two rulers we’re supposed to root for, because they’re supposed to be the most legitimate, kind and competent ones and they are…. Acting like toddlers? Daenerys is like: “blablabla my birth right” and Jon goes “blablabla white walkers”? Dany expects Jon to bend the knee without knowing anything about her, except the fact that she’s the Mad King’s daughter? And Jon expects Daenerys to help him defeat the White Walkers when they’re supposed to be gone for so long people think they’re legends? Okay maybe the fact that she has three dragons when they were supposed be extinct should allow her to think that what was supposed to be impossible may be possible, but still. She can’t believe the word of a complete stranger, right?

And then Tyrion asks: “If it doesn’t matter anyway then why don’t you bend the knee?” or something.

MY THOUGHT EXACTLY.

If it’s about not wanting to break the promises Jon made to his subjects, to the Northern Lords, then why don’t he tell her that? “I’m sorry, I’d bend the knee if it meant getting your help against the White Walkers but if I do so, everyone in the North will feel betrayed and I’ll lose my people’s trust, I can’t do that, but if you help me defeat the WW, then the North will see you as a good and rightful ruler and then I may be able to pledge my loyalty to you without losing all my allies.” There. Done. And Daenerys is supposed to be smart and kind, so she WOULD understand that.

But no, it’s probably more interesting to watch them bicker like an old married couple because it’s supposed to build up sexual tension for the Boat Sex™.

Ugh.

Oh, look, Varys the King of Timing shows up to tell Dany that she just lost two allies. Looks like she needs Jon Snow after all.

How convenient.

Tyrion and Jon’s scene on top of that cliff was… sad? Sad because instead of having a meaningful scene between two characters who have a lot in common, between someone who gave an excellent advice to Jon and made him see the world differently and think about a lot of things, they decided to make a joke about who’s the best at brooding.

We’ve sunk this low.

Back to King’s Landing. What more can I say about “Euron Greyjoy” that hasn’t been said already? He’s ridiculous. I feel sorry for that poor actor who has to tell lines like “does she like a finger in the bum?” and pretend it makes him the biggest meanie and scariest man of this season. I feel sorry for Ellaria and her daughters, whose characters were completely destroyed.

I don’t know what we were supposed to feel during that scene between Cersei, Ellaria and her daughter. If we were supposed to feel sorry for Ellaria, you failed. But I truly feel sorry for Indira Varma, because she’s amazing and her reactions could have been heartbreaking. But I just felt like it was fair. Like she was getting what she deserved, for murdering an innocent girl and her lover’s brother. I was on Cersei The Psycho’s side and I really didn’t want to feel like this, but that’s how I felt because of how incompetent D&D were with their dealing with Dorne’s plot.

But of course it didn’t last long, because we get to have a new incestuous sex scene between Cersei and… I don’t know who that man is. Really, I have no idea who he’s supposed to be. This is not Jaime Lannister. This is an empty shell who’s just here to fulfill D&D’s fascination for unhealthy and useless relationships. And it gets worse, because of course she doesn’t care anymore if someone sees them, so the handmaid gets to witness Cersei and Jaime in bed together.

“I’m Queen now.” Right, of course, forgive me, I should have thought of that. No Queen nor King ever were deposed because they weren’t acting like they were expected to.

Let’s go to Hogwarts, for a change of scenery. Sooo, Sam Potter broke the rules and took great risks to cure brave Jorah, so Mester Slughorn-Dumbledore gives ten points to Gryffindor! I knew at this point that Jorah would be cured and that it would be too fast. But that fast? I mean, the Mester told Jorah he had one night to decide if he wanted to kill himself or be sent with the other stone men to die slowly, right? So Sam cured him in ONE night? This is ridiculous.

WINTERFELL. You know what? I was so glad to see Sansa doing such a great job at ruling. Finally, we got to see her, the Queen in the North she should have been. Finally, she proves how smart and efficient she is. And by the gods, how GOOD it felt to see her destroy Littlefinger everytime he tried to speak. Until, of course, he said something that was supposed to be smart and meaningful, making her doubt again. It was so good, why d’you ruin it? Seriously, WHY? We all know at this point that Littlefinger will try to turn Sansa against the other Starks or a part of them, we all know that he’ll probably succeed a bit, or completely fail and then someone will kill him, he’s useless, WHY d’you keep him around?

And once again, it gets worse.

Bran is finally home.

Bran, my sweet summer child, is back to Winterfell.

I should have been in tears. Maybe I have high expectations concerning the Stark children reunions, but I think I’m entitled to have them. All the others are dead. She doesn’t know where Arya is, so she probably thinks she’s dead too. She lost everyone and she gets to have her baby brother back. I saw that on her part.

But what the hell. Did they do. To Bran? Is this their version of a wise boy? This emo creepy thing that don’t even SMILE when he’s finally reunited with his big sister after years?

If they wanted to show us that becoming the Three-eyed-raven (crow) changed Bran, maybe they should have shown it sooner? And that sceneby the weirwood…. Jesus Christ, that scene by the weirwoods!!!! I felt so SICK! I’ve never felt this sick in front of GoT, and god knows we’ve seen a lot of useless and badly written violence in this show, but THIS!!!!!

Her baby brother just deadpans how beautiful the night was when Sansa got raped. How beautiful she was in that dress, the night she got FUCKING RAPED!!!!!

WHY?

WHAT is the meaning of this??? What are you trying to achieve???? Is this supposed to show us that Bran lost a part of his humanity when he became that thing he can’t even EXPLAIN!!!!!!!!!!! Well it doesn’t WORK! Because it’s too much, too soon!

And why can’t he explain what it is? Because it’s too complicated for his silly sister who doesn’t know a thing about mystical stuff? Or because D&D actually have NO IDEA what it truly means? I’d bet on the latter…

Now, the… Mh. Battles? Can we even call those things ‘battles’? Tyrion telling what happened ruined it. Casterly Rock looked like shit. I still don’t see the point of taking Casterly Rock, Tyrion said it himself that Cersei expected him to attack the castle, SO WHY D’YOU DO IT???????????? WHAT IS THE POINT?

Oh I know: if Daenerys showed up in King’s Landing, she’d wipe the floor with Cersei’s ass in 3.4 seconds but that can’t happen because we need her to keep the throne and be the evil queen for the whole season so let’s make Tyrion do stupid things instead.

Sure.

Highgarden was as ridiculous as Casterly Rock. Seriously, if you’re going to be lazy about it, why d’you even mention it? Do it completely off screen, have Tyrion make a report to Daenerys about their defeat, have Jaime back to King’s Landing to tell Cersei he defeated the Tyrells, DO NOT bother with these ridiculous castles.

The Tyrell’s sigil is a golden rose, so of course they suck at war and lost their castle in three seconds. I mean, A ROSE!!! They didn’t stand a chance!!!!

Why do people keep warning Jaime about Cersei? I mean, when did he show people (except Brienne in s3 when they were still trying to follow the wonderful character development GRRM gave to Jaime) that he was more than her lap dog and the Kingslayer? At this point, shouldn’t Olenna think that he’s just as crazy as her?

Wait no, I think I know what they’re trying to do. They’re trying to prepare the audience for the moment when Jaime will finally stop following Cersei around (as he should have like…. Two seasons ago?) and probably even betray her. So you’re hinting that even if it makes no sense but you’re not hinting the dehumanization of Bran before he ends up telling his sister how gorgeous she was the night Ramsay raped her?

Wow. Great job.

Olenna dear, can I borrow your cup of poison? I think I’m going to need it.

#got7 #got spoilers #game of thrones #game of thrones spoilers #game of thrones s7 #got s7 #s07e03 #got s7e3

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newbornlatterdaysaintslearning · 6 years ago

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Once I decided to get baptized, and receiving the Gift of the Holy Ghost

Samantha told me a new friend who I met through the church’s daughter said that when the baptismal font was filling up, she said, “it’s like a bath!” and her mom said to her, “It’s the cleanest bath you’ll ever get.” I have to say, that is probably the most perfect way the feeling of being baptized can be described.

To be baptized in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, you go through an interview to ensure you feel ready you’re making the right decision. A lot of people think, like I did, that the interview is more of an interrogation to make sure you’re “good enough” for the church, but when it was explained to me like this by the person doing the interview, my mind was immediately put at ease because I knew for 100% I was in the right place, making the right choice. Some people say everyone has reservations about the decision, but I didn’t, I was confident…until my body started to rebel DURING the interview.

As the questions were being asked, I was doing well, there was a specific question I was anxious about answering, but I was still doing okay, we weren’t anywhere near that question, when all of a sudden I felt the “feeling” wash over my body like it did briefly right before I went into the church. “Can we please stop for a minute?” I asked. He politely said we could and asked if I was okay. “I feel like I’m about to have a seizure, I think I need to lay on the floor.” For the next few minutes, I had aura’s that let me know my body could seize at any time, we talked about how satan was willing to do anything to win, even this. I said, “I am determined to get through this interview.” And he said something along the lines of, “I can tell.” And laughed a little. I felt comforted by that and once I felt like my mind had caught back up with me, I asked if we could continue while I stayed on the floor and he was happy to oblige.

The interview went amazingly well, and the question I had been anxious about, I felt comfort with when asked. After the interview was over, I got off the floor, and while I wasn’t feeling 100% better because I realized I forgot to take my 5:00 medication, I also no longer felt as though I was going to have a seizure. Heavenly Father had won the battle.

I was warned the next week until baptism might get rough because satan doesn’t like to lose to Heavenly Father, but I wasn’t ready for what was in store for me. I had gotten out of the hospital the week prior to my baptismal interview (January 18, 2019), which was one of the obstacles I felt I had overcome, but the on January 19, 2019, I found myself back in the hospital after I spiked a fever, my heart rate had become increasingly erratic, and I had lost part of my peripheral vision. At first they suspected the typical infection, then a blood clot because one of my blood tests came back elevated, indicating there was a good chance I had one some where, but then when the only other test that showed anything was the x-ray with some simple bronchitis, the doctor considered sending me home with a diagnosis of a “cold”. I explained there was no way this was a cold and I know Heavenly Father was working for me that evening because the doctor turned around and said, “we’re going to run some more tests” and then admitted me to see what my blood cultures grew; the next day I got one of the scariest acute diagnosis a person can get: Sepsis.

Now, I’m not going to get into the hospital stay, but what I am going to say is that Heavenly Father worked an amazing miracle. There is more than a 25% mortality rate for people who get sepsis, I am chronically ill so that mortality rate goes up. One day after the PICC line that originally caused the sepsis was pulled, my fever was reasonable, and ONE WEEK after the diagnosis, I was out of the hospital and getting baptized! One week after a life threatening diagnosis and I was not only able to be home, but Heavenly Father provided me the energy to feel the amazing blessing of being cleansed by the atonement. All from the power of prayer and faith.

The feeling of being baptized was amazing. Once I was completely washed away of my sins, I stepped into the dressing room and sat down and told C I simply wanted to sit there for a minute. I didn’t want to forget that moment, I was trying to remember that feeling so I could forever remember what it felt like to be 100% pure, as a reminder to always obey the commandments of Heavenly Father. Taking sacrament each week reminds me of that each week as well, but baptism is a feeling I think I will only get to experience once on Earth, it made my heart for Christ open up even more, and be even more thankful for the sacrifice He made so I could experience that feeling.

The next day, I got to be confirmed and receive the Gift of the Holy Ghost and Oh My! What an amazing Gift! Yes, I capitalize Gift because how on Earth can I not? When I sat there and had the blessing said for me, I was overtaken at the amount of love that was being poured into me, so much love that I could barely hear the blessing. I came home and realized there was a new sense of calm about everything around me. I said to Samantha that my apartment felt calm and I thought it had something to do with the dedication that had been done the morning before, but she asked me if I had received the Gift of the Holy Ghost that day, and I responded with, “Yes! I can’t believe I didn’t put that together. It isn’t here. It’s me!”

I am far from perfect, I am still so, so far from where I want to be and I am having to learn to rely on Heavenly Father more than I rely on the things of the world. I let Heavenly Father down consistently, then I pray and ask for His forgiveness, and try not to do it again. But experiencing baptism and receiving the Gift of the Holy Ghost, those things have been the things I’ve felt have been the most paramount in building my relationship with Heavenly Father and keeping me on track to keep His commandments so one day, I can spend eternity with Him.

-Nicole

Next up from me: The way I’ve found I love to pray most

#lds #latterdaysaints #church of jesus christ of latter day saints

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gimme-stitches · 8 years ago

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I got tagged in this thing three times. Thanks @born--to--lose, @wafflebiologist, and @grungemami!

Because I’m trying to kill time before packing, I’m going to answer all the questions from all three tags. :) My questions and tags are at the bottom if this is TL;dr.

Always post these rules!

Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.

Write 11 questions of your own.

Tag 11 people.

QUESTIONS from @born--to--lose:

1. Are there songs that make you cry?

I don’t know if there’s a song out there that makes me cry every time, but there are definitely songs that have made me cry depending on the mood I’m in when I listen to them.

“Home Is Such A Lonely Place” by Blink-182 made me cry when it first came out because I was going through this thing when it came out.

I’m sure I’ve cried when listening to “Jesus Christ” by Brand New on possibly more than one occasion.

2. What is your favourite smell and do you connect something to it?

I don’t like fragrances like perfume, but I love the smell of fresh cut grass in the summer, the smell of campfires in the fall, and the crisp smell of winter air. I prefer natural smells. I guess I connect these scents to my memories from those seasons.

3. If you could chose a line-up of 5 bands (death or alive) for a festival, which would it be?

Ooh! I’ll go with...

Smashing Pumpkins original lineup

Temple of the Dog (during which they give Stone the mic and let him sing “Bayleaf”)

Motion City Soundtrack

Jawbreaker

Foo Fighters (wherein Krist Novoselic is a guest appearance because this is my fantasy dammit)

That was hard.

4. To what song you’d like to make-out?

“Fits” by Stone Gossard... it’s a sexy song idk.

5. What’s your favourite dish?

Is pizza a dish? I’m going with yes.

6. Do you think pets enhance ones life?

Yes! Although my cat drives me bonkers about 50% of the time, life would be boring without her.

7. How would the perfect road trip look like?

I would like to follow a band on tour throughout a couple weeks of tour dates. That would be really cool, especially if I could pick a leg of the tour that goes to places I’ve never been.

8. Do you speak another language? If not: Is there a language you’d like to learn?

I don’t. I took three years of Spanish in high school, but my teachers for the first two years didn’t care if the students learned, so I know very little. I would love to learn French.

9. If you could own a movie characters wardrobe, whose would it be?

Maybe Anna Kendrick in Pitch Perfect? I recall her always looking cute in that.

10. What’s your favourite type of cake?

Red velvet with cream cheese icing!

11. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

A lot?

QUESTIONS from @wafflebiologist:

1. Did/Do you enjoy high school?

No, not really. I had very few friends and didn’t really come into my own style wise until well into college. I did enjoy some of the books we read and some of the stuff I learned.

2. Do you like cereal? What’s your favourite?

YES. My favorite is Blueberry Morning, which is by Post! They recently brought it back after years of not having it in my area.

3. What colour flowers would you want in a garden?

I think orange and purple flowers are purty.

4. Over or under (this is absolutely referring to the toilet paper roll)?

I’m going to be controversial and say UNDER.

5. Do you think you look good in sunglasses? What about hats?

Sunglasses? Yes. Hats? No.

6. Would you ever consider plastic surgery of any sort?

I really hate my nose, but the idea of nose job makes me want to throw up. Not because “you should love yourself the way you are,” but because the surgery is frightening to me. I would totally get lip fillers though (not really “plastic” surgery, I guess).

7. Restaurant eats or food truck eats?

I’ve honestly only eaten at one food truck. It was good, but I don’t think I’m qualified to answer this question based on my inexperience.

8. Do you have (what you would consider) a good relationship with your immediate family?

My mother, yes. The rest of my family and I haven’t talked in years, including siblings. Fuck em! I love my nieces though.

9. Would you change any of your names?

No actually! I used to hate my first name (Cherie) because no one ever pronounced it right. My middle name is Nichole and I always wanted to take the “H” out because other kids spelled it “Nicole.” Now I enjoy how unique it is.

10. What are your thoughts on the ideas of Sigmund Freud?

I don’t know enough to really have an opinion.

11. Yo, do you think these guys listen to Drake?

Nah man.

QUESTIONS from @grungemami:

1. Do you listen to music if you can’t sleep? If so, what’s your go-to artist?

I don’t really! But I think Band of Horses would be really peaceful to fall asleep to.

2. Do you own any vinyl? If so, which albums?

Nope! I would like to start getting some though.

3. Top 3 favorite tv shows?

Probably Gilmore Girls, Parks and Recreation, and Breaking Bad

4. If you woke up tomorrow and it was your last day to live, what would you do?

Oh gosh... That would be a lot of pressure! I’d probably get together with as many of my friends as possible and try to do some fun thing I’ve never done before... like ziplining or skydiving or something.

5. Do you believe in soulmates?

I do, but I don’t think there’s just one soulmate for everyone. I think there could be a number of people in the world that would be your soulmate... we’re lucky if we find one of them.

6. Pandora or Spotify?

Depends on what I want! Pandora is great for finding new music. Spotify is great for listening to full albums.

7. Are you registered to vote? If so, what’s your affiliation?

I am! I don’t affiliate with either of the two major parties. I consider myself closest to a Libertarian.

8. Do you eat breakfast?

Yes. If I don’t, I am cranky af.

9. Do you prefer driving or being driven?

Driving! I love driving.

10. Do you like living where you are?

No. I’m planning to move to a larger city this summer. There’s just no opportunity here.

11. What’s something you like about yourself?

My music taste, obviously. I also like that I enjoy reading. So few people read for fun these days and I just love being able to be swept away to new worlds and fall in love with characters.

Ok! Finally! My questions:

1. What’s your favorite book you’ve read for school?

2. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose and why?

3. What is your dream career?

4. Most embarrassing celebrity crush (past or present)?

5. Have you ever met a celebrity? If so, who and were they nice?

6. What’s your go-to song to channel your anger?

7. What’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you (that you feel comfortable talking about)?

8. Do you drink soda and if so, what’s your favorite?

9. What’s the number one item on your “bucket list”?

10. Are you an extrovert or introvert?

11. What movie or TV character do you most relate to?

Most of the people I would normally tag have already been tagged, but I tag the following people (who I haven’t noticed if you’ve been tagged yet, sorry if you have):

@sirloin-shirt, @apocalypse---meow, @sarcasticstone, @lifewasted, @chriscornhell, @gilmore-grohls, @brianwilsonobsessive, @mrfadedglory, @emelinelovesjc, @deathstiny, @venus-in-furzz

Only if ya’ll want... and anyone else who wants to. :)

#tagged #me

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