#though now i have two cans of spray paint idk what else to do with lol

[ravinoforre]

I've long been inspired by @edgymilkshakeart's Shadow Lugia model repaint and today I finally made my own!

I got this Lugia kit for my birthday a couple months back and figured spray painting this might be easier and quicker than trying to repaint it (or my other Lugia figure) with acrylics. Couldn't really go outside to spray so outside in the apartment building hallway it was.

In the Lab lol ...unfortunately the grey paint was somehow a thicker and goopier consistency than the purple one? So I ended up with this lumpy, peeling tummy part . Ah well.

"have you ever been told that you have... eyes?"

XD001 ready! Keep it away from open seas with large ships sailing by.

[bex2313]

can you please make your cold call drabble a fic?? I need it in my life.

Wow, I never thought that would become as popular as it has? I can't commit to making it a whole fic, but I did write a continuation. Exclusively in text messages. Will I write more? Maybe. It depends on how frustrating the end of the semester gets. But for now, here's another little piece of this story. (And if you want this to make sense, here's part 1)

Tuesday 1:22 pm PST

310-555-4639

Hi Luke, this is Julie Molina!

773-555-4357

doesn’t seem like you had time for more than a quick look at your calendar. sure you’re ready to make plans? 😉

Julie:

Lol yep! I’m free every day next week. 

Just let me know what works for you!

Luke:

how about monday night?

instead of coffee we could get ice cream?

Julie: 

That sounds perfect! I love ice cream!

Plus there’s a fantastic old-timey ice cream shop near my apartment

Luke: 

cool. meet there around 7?

Julie: 

Can we say 7:30? Traffic.

Luke: 

definitely. 7:30. send me the address?

Julie: 

You got it. I can’t wait!!

Wednesday 9:17 am PST

Luke: 

so jules

i was thinking about our plans

Julie: 

Yeah?

You’re not changing your mind, right?

Luke: 

no way!!!

no

not what i was thinking

actually the opposite

Julie: 

The opposite of?

Luke: 

opposite of canceling

can i steal 2 nights of your week?

Julie: 

Depends. What for?

Luke: 

so you can meet the guys

maybe that’s dumb

but they’re my people

i want to meet flynn too

and carlos

and anyone else

since you and i are already friends, our friends should be friends

or something

idk alex worded it better

maybe this is a bad idea

nevermind

Julie:

No, I love it!

I’ve been dying to meet the guys, anyway

So, does this mean they’re getting ice cream with us?

Or is ice cream just us and we’re doing something else with them?

Luke: 

how about ice cream just us, then we get drinks as a group another night?

willie’s bartending on wednesday at some underground club in los feliz called jumeluf. 

it’s a dumb name but the band is supposed to be excellent

according to willie

Julie:

My brother’s mentioned that place. I’m in!

Luke: 

cool i’ll see you then

well, after i see you before

i’ll see you mobfay

**mondst

**MOONDAY

ugh you know what i mean

Julie:

lol yeah I do. I’ll see you Monday!

Thursday 7:52 pm PST

Luke: 

so there’s something i didn’t consider

about any outings without lila

i won’t have a car in la

because mine’s in chicago

Julie: 

Oh, I didn’t think about that

Do you want me to pick you up? I don’t mind!

You’ll just need to give me your hotel info

Luke: 

nah i can borrow reggie’s car

but he said he has to meet you first

because he’s an idiot

is that okay?

Julie: 

Sure! I don’t care! 

So drinks on Monday? Or ice cream with everyone?

Luke: 

drinks monday if that’s cool

flynn can come too

for safety or whatever

although i promise me and the guys are cool

but bobby says his sister would never meet a group of guys without a friend

especially not in a bar 

for safety

but also i want to meet her

i can’t remember if she was coming anyway

Julie:

Yeah, I asked her but she was busy on Wednesday.

She’s free Monday, though!

That sounds great!

Will Willie be working?

Luke: 

yup!

he’s working mon-thurs at jumeluf, this weird artsy bar

then fri-sat he’s teaching painting with a twist classes

so the only way i’ll get to meet him is if we go to his work

since i’m working during the day while he’s not

tho we did facetime once with alex

Julie:

Cool! Yeah, I wanted to meet him too, so that’s perfect!

And Flynn has just agreed with Bobby’s sister

“No woman with half a brain meets a group of strange guys in a bar they’ve never been to without their best friend sitting two tables away drinking water, carrying binoculars, and armed with pepper spray and/or a knife.” 

She will have both, by the way.

A small knife, but a knife. 

Luke: 

should i be worried for our safety??

Julie: 

Definitely not!

Flynn’s protective, but not unnecessarily violent

She won’t hurt you if you’re not a threat

And I’m trusting you not to be

You don’t seem like the type

Luke: 

cool

so long as we’re all still alive and not in the er by the end of the night

Julie: 

Perf! It’ll be great! 

Friday 8:33 pm PST

Luke: 

what’s the weather like in la right now

it’s so cold here i’ve forgotten how to dress for warmer temps

Julie:

Oh, it’s a little chilly. Mid 60s mostly this week

I’ve been wearing cardigans over my dresses for a while

Not that I can think of a men’s clothing equivalent to that outfit

But that’s been my solution.

What did the boys say?

Luke: 

they rolled their eyes and then ignored me

Julie:

Well, what do you normally wear in LA at this time of year?

I’m sure that would be fine. 

Luke: 

Luke sent a photo

Julie:

Not sure your boss will want you working in a cutoff band tee

That *is* you middle-left, correct? 

Luke:

yup! how’d you know?

Julie:

Lucky guess, mostly. It was the vibe

Plus I saw the blond guy at Eats N Beats, so I assume he’s Alex

Process of elimination from there.

You’ve talked about how in love with his fancy red bass Reggie is

And there’s something in Bobby’s face…

He doesn’t look quite as obsessed with music as you

Still like a nice guy, but not crazed enough to be you

Luke: 

ouch

i’m not crazed

but also you are completely right

alex would be laughing at me right now

saying if even the girl i talk to once a month knows, there’s something wrong with me. 

Julie:

I guess it’s good they’re ignoring you

But Flynn and I are about to walk into the theater

Talk to you later!

Saturday 10:26 am PST

Luke: 

Luke sent a photo

Julie:

You got snow!!!! I’m so jealous!!! 

I’ve never seen snow in person before!

Luke: 

no way!! snow was such a common part of my childhood

i’ve got so many fun snow day memories

one year, we got out of school for three whole days for snow

reggie stayed with us for a couple days and we built snowmen and a fort and drank cocoa

mom made us matching scarves. 

bright red, so we would stand out in the snow

Julie: 

Awww, that’s so sweet! 

Do you still have it?

And will you build a snowman this morning?

Julie sent a gif

Luke:

lol i’ve never seen frozen, but i’m definitely more anna than elsa

and no, i don’t have time for a snowman today

i’ve gotta take mom’s car to the shop and then pick up some groceries

confirm that mrs. callahan is still coming tuesday morning

run to the pharmacy to refill mom’s prescriptions

and pack for la

but man would i love to build a snowman instead

Julie:

I guess you don’t have time for a snow angel either

Too bad!

I’ve always wanted to make a snow angel

Luke: 

snow angels take way less time

i’ll try to fit one in 

Julie:

Whether you get a snow angel in or not, make sure you get the essentials done

And then get some rest! 

Can’t have you too tired to hang out when you get to town!

Luke:

never 

i’ll get everything done and sleep on the plane if i have to

i’m too excited to meet you

Julie:

😊

Same

Saturday 4:32 pm PST

Luke:

Luke sent a photo

Julie:

You did it!!! So fun!!!

I hope you get some good rest now!

And maybe drink some hot cocoa?

Luke:

i went with coffee, actually

but yeah, more fun than I remember

and now i’m resting-ish

Julie:

Ish?

Luke:

i’m resting. and also doing something else

Julie:

Is that something relaxing and restful?

Luke:

i’m working on a song

Julie:

So no. 

Luke!

Get your thoughts down and then put the notebook away and watch a movie or something

Luke:

i hear you. but also 

i want it to be done so the boys and i can try it out

Julie:

I’m sure they’ll help you write it if you let them!

Just think about it!

Travel is the opposite of restful

So rest while you can!

Luke:

i’ll try

Julie:

That’s all I ask! 

Sunday 6:37 am PST

Julie:

Julie sent a photo

I know you’re probably not awake yet, but the sunrise was beautiful this morning

I had to share it with someone, and Flynn is sick of my sunrise obsession

Sunday 8:21 am PST

Luke:

dude that’s stunning

i love that

good morning!

in 12ish hours i’ll be on a plane to la

Julie:

You’re coming in today?

I thought you’ll arrive tomorrow

Luke:

we’re getting in just after midnight. 

lila’s big on night travel, apparently

Julie:

Oooh

I never travel at night

You’ll have to let me know how it goes!

Luke:

you got it, boss!

Sunday 7:15 pm PST

Luke:

headed to the airport! be in la in about five hours

773-555-4468:

Thanks for the text. Be safe, Luke! 

773-555-4865:

yaass cant wait to see you

i call dibs on picking you up at the airport

773-555-4468:

We’re all picking him up at the airport

619-555-2583:

Actually I cant make it

Dad called a family meeting

In SD

But Ill be back in the morning

Luke: 

technically none of you are picking me up at the airport. 

lila hired a car service to take us to the hotel

but you can get me from the hotel

Julie:

Have a safe trip, Luke! Can’t wait to see you!

773-555-4865:

…

hi random stranger

773-555-4468:

Reggie! Don’t be rude! 

That’s Julie, right? Are you Julie?

Julie:

lol yep, that’s me! 

Reggie:

julie are you a serial killer

Luke:

REG

no jules isn’t a serial killer

be chill!

773-555-4468:

Sorry about him. Reggie’s got a good heart. He’s just… Reggie

You’ll understand when you meet him. 

I’m Alex

Julie:

No worries hahaha! My best friend would probably react the same way

But more intense, actually

And no, I’m not a serial killer

Reggie:

alex im wounded

dont make me come in there and fight you

619-555-2583:

Noooooooo wait to fight him till I come home

Ive got money on Reg winning but I have to have video proof

Alex: 

You bet Reggie would beat me in a fight?!?

Guess he’s not the only one I’ll be fighting this week, Robert

Bobby:

If it makes you feel better Willies got complete confidence in you

Alex:

…

It does, actually. Thank you. 

Luke: 

we’re boarding in ten minutes 

but apparently i have to do work now

so i’m turning off my phone

talk to you later

and please stop blowing up julie’s phone

Reggie: 

oh right sorry julie

see you tomorrow

Julie:

No worries!! I’m excited to meet you all! 

Monday, 12:32 am PST

Luke:

just got in to lax

we’re at baggage claim and then we’ll head to the hotel

address is 5249 W Century Blvd

its the la quinta

Alex:

Thanks! We’re headed that way now! 

Julie:

Glad you made it safe!

Monday, 1:17 am PST

Reggie:

Reggie sent a photo

evidence that I *did* in fact pick up luke at the airport

except we were at the hotel already

but you know what i mean

Bobby:

Duuuudeee some of us are trying to sleep

Reggie: 

thats what do not disturb is for

Alex:

I hate to say it, but he’s kind of right.

But also, why are we texting pictures to people who all saw the thing in person??

Reggie:

julie didnt

Bobby:

*cough cough*

Reggie:

neither did bobby

Bobby:

Thanks

Reggie: 

Reggie sent a photo

Monday, 1:44 am PST

Reggie:

Reggie sent a photo

Monday, 2:01 am PST

Reggie:

Reggie sent a photo

Monday, 6:13 am PST

Julie:

Looks like you guys had a fun night! 

I hope you all got some sleep!

I’m expecting four wide-awake musicians at a bar tonight!

[set-phasers-to-whump]

falling through

prompt: abandoned

whumpee: kurt wallander

fandom: young wallander

hi! a brief bit of bg for this fic - it’s set after the show, in a timeline where kurt and reza are now partners in major crimes and rask is their boss. idk if this would fit with any kind of canon but also idc. my rules :) anyway i hope u like this!!!

It’s not their best idea by any means, but sometimes, to break open a case, you have to take a risk. You have to do something questionable and a little stupid, and you have to do it without the permission or even the knowledge of your boss. This usually works in the movies, at any rate. 

This isn’t a movie, Kurt thinks, as Reza parks the car in front of a long-abandoned, derelict, half-rotted house that Rask definitely hadn’t given them the go-ahead to investigate. This is just a bad idea. But they’re already here, and Reza’s already out of the car, and there is the possibility that they’re going to find something here, at the childhood home of their currently-on-the-run murderer, so he sighs and exits the car, jogging after Reza to catch up.

What’s left of the front door swings open the second Reza touches it, and he and Kurt share a look before stepping over the threshold. Inside, the smell of decay is overwhelming. There are moth-eaten skeletons of furniture and the occasional spray-painted symbol on the peeling, stained wallpaper and the occasional squeaking of a rat. “Lovely place,” Reza mutters, and Kurt laughs. 

Towards the back of the house is a staircase, which is missing approximately half of its steps. It looks less than safe, but upstairs is where the bedrooms (and the most likely sources of evidence) are, so they ascend, one at a time, in slow, halting steps. 

They make it upstairs without incident and end up in a hallway that extends in two directions. Silently, they agree to each take one. Reza goes straight ahead, and Kurt goes to the right. 

He pulls his flashlight out as he walks along, flicking it on and passing it in sweeping arcs over his surroundings. A hole in the wall here, a dead bug or three there, a bathroom with broken porcelain and a window missing its pane, and a bedroom that clearly had once belonged to a young girl and not their murderer. He’s about to turn around and see if Reza’s had any better luck when he hears a clatter from the end of the hallway.

He takes a step forward in the direction of the clatter, and there’s a rather ominous creaking sound beneath his feet. He looks down just in time to watch the floor give out from under him, and then all of a sudden he’s lying on his back on the first floor, the breath knocked right out of him, dazed and stunned and surrounded by rubble. 

For a few seconds he simply lies there with absolutely no idea what’s just happened, and then he hears a voice shout his name from somewhere above him. He opens eyes that he hadn’t realized were closed and finds himself staring upwards at a giant hole in the ceiling, and then he remembers. 

He’s just fallen through the floor. Or the ceiling, depending on how you look at it. The voice calls again, echoing around inside his head, and he recognizes it as Reza. He hears footsteps above him and tries to shout a warning that comes out as little more than a whisper. Fortunately, the footsteps stop moving, and he hears them retreat, and then come thumping down the stairs, and he listens to them approach, and then Reza is standing over him and asking him something that he can’t understand. 

Now that his body has gotten over its initial shock, it hurts. What feels like every single part of his body below his neck is aching and sore. His head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton. He can feel stinging little cuts and scrapes all over his exposed skin and his right ankle throbs in time with his heartbeat and even his lungs ache from having had the air knocked out of them on impact.  

“Kurt!” Reza’s voice sounds different this time, serious and worried, and Kurt finally manages to think a coherent thought. That doesn’t sound good. He forces himself to speak. 

“Hi,” is the only thing he can think of to say, but it must be good enough for Reza, who at some point has dropped to his knees beside Kurt’s body. He smiles down at Kurt, and Kurt tries to smile back but feels himself failing. It hurts…

“I know,” Reza says, placing a very gentle hand on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt blinks at him in surprise, not having realized that he’d spoken aloud. He lets his eyes drift closed for a second to try and better take stock of his body and his injuries, but Reza shakes his shoulder and tells him to stay awake. 

“‘M not sleeping,” Kurt manages to say. “Tryin’ to see what hurts.”

“Okay,” Reza replies, “but you try and go drifting off and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Got it,” Kurt whispers back, and then shuts his eyes again and focuses, starting from the top. His head hurts, but not badly enough to be worrying. There’s a rather large cut above his right eyebrow that’s slowly dripping hot, sticky blood down his face, and a few smaller scrapes across the rest of his face and down his neck. His chest and back still ache from the force of impact, but if he concentrates he can move his fingers and toes, so his spine is unharmed. His right sleeve is torn up, and he can feel little scratches all up and down the arm. The same is true for the right leg of his pants. He supposes that’s the part of him that went through the floor first. His right ankle is still aching, and he recognizes the pain as a sprain - irritating and painful, but ultimately harmless. He’s essentially fine. He just aches. 

That survey complete, Kurt opens his eyes again and finds Reza’s face. “‘M fine,” he reports, though he doubts Reza will be very convinced. 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah. Banged up, is all. Nothing serious.”

“Good,” Reza says. “Because there’s no service out here.”

“Oh,” Kurt replies, suddenly very glad indeed that none of his injuries are critical, ambulance-worthy ones. 

“Yeah,” Reza says. “That means we’ve gotta get you out of here on our own. You think you can walk?”

“Dunno.” He’s willing to try, though. Kurt presses his palms down firmly into the pile of rubble, which shifts and makes unpleasant noises around him. He pushes his feet into it at the same time, and manages to scramble up onto his feet after several seconds of intense pain. He wavers and very nearly falls right back down, but Reza grabs his shoulders and holds him up. Everything is spinning and his legs are shaking and his right ankle isn’t at all enjoying having weight put on it. Kurt bites back a cry of pain and tries to take a step, because for this to stop, he has to get out of here, but his legs won’t let him move and he feels his eyes well up with frustrated, pained tears, and he tries again to make his legs move but it hurts too much and he can’t, and then…

Then he’s moving? But he’s not walking. His vision is still a bit fuzzy and his body is aching too much to feel anything touching it, and it takes him several seconds to realize that he’s being carried, slightly awkwardly but very gently. He doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed about this situation, as he normally would be - honestly, he’s just grateful that he doesn’t have to move. 

He watches as his surroundings (which have become clear again, now that he’s not trying to stand up on legs that really don’t want him to be doing that) change, from the interior of the abandoned house to the outside, and then to the backseat of the car. Reza sets him down on the edge of the seat, positioned so that he’s facing out the door. 

“There’s a first aid kit in here somewhere, hold on,” Reza says, and walks around to the back of the car. It’s not really like Kurt has any choice in this matter, so he stays put. 

“What’re you doing?” he asks, when Reza reappears with a large plastic box in his hands. 

“You’re pretty cut up,” Reza replies, setting the box down on the ground and popping it open. He rifles through it and grabs several different things before standing back up and facing Kurt, sliding medical gloves onto his hands. “I don’t want anything getting infected, and I’m sure you would appreciate not having blood all over your face.”

Kurt raises a shaking hand to touch the side of his face. His fingers come away wet and shiny with blood, and he remembers the cut on his forehead. “That would be good,” he agrees, and then sits silently and waits for Reza to get to work. 

Reza begins with an item not from the first aid kit at all - a warm, unopened bottle of water from the front seat of the car. He pours the water onto a cotton ball and begins carefully cleaning Kurt’s face. Kurt flinches backwards out of instinct when the water first hits his face, but it doesn’t actually hurt, and after a while it actually feels kind of nice. Reza continues the process on Kurt’s neck, then sets down his cotton ball and picks up a pair of scissors. Kurt eyes them warily, trying to think of what exactly they might be for. 

“Sorry about this,” Reza says, and Kurt doesn’t have time to panic about what that might mean before Reza is cutting away the right sleeve of his shirt near the shoulder, and the right leg of his pants slightly above the knee. 

“So I can see what I’m working with without your torn-up clothes in the way,” Reza explains, after he’s finished mutilating Kurt’s clothes. Kurt just nods, glad that he hadn’t been particularly attached to this outfit. 

With his work area now exposed, Reza grabs and wets another cotton ball, then repeats the cut-cleaning process on Kurt’s right arm and leg, as well as his left hand. “Can you feel anything anywhere else?” he asks, and Kurt concentrates for a second, then slowly shakes his head.

“This next part might hurt a little. Sorry in advance,” Reza says, and Kurt watches as he grabs a pair of tweezers and a small bottle of something, which Kurt identifies by the smell as rubbing alcohol once Reza opens the bottle and begins pouring it onto the tweezers.

“I can only see a couple cuts with anything in them,” Reza says, which Kurt supposes is something of a reassuring statement. “This shouldn’t take too long.”

True to his word, the process is quick, but stinging and painful. Kurt knows it’s hardly that bad in the grand scheme of things, but it still hurts, and for a few seconds afterwards he sits there and takes deep breaths and blinks his eyes rapidly and mentally yells at himself to get it together. 

“You ready to keep going?” Reza asks after a moment, and Kurt nods. “This part also might be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t sting or hurt that bad,” he continues. 

“What is it?” Kurt thinks to ask, staring warily into the contents of the box. Reza bends down and grabs a small tube, turning the label so Kurt can see it.

“Nothing bad, just an antibiotic,” Reza assures him, and Kurt gives another nod. Reza dabs the ointment on with a gloved finger, and it does feel extremely uncomfortable on the big cut on Kurt’s forehead, but on the majority of the rest he hardly feels a thing. When Reza’s finished, he sticks a bandage to the large cut and to a few of the bigger ones on the rest of Kurt’s body, leaving the rest alone. 

“Done,” he announces, finally, and returns to the box to put away his items. Kurt watches curiously as Reza continues rummaging around in the box after everything is already put away, until eventually he stands back up triumphantly and holds up a small packet of painkillers. “Thought I lost these,” he says. “You want them?”

Kurt nods, and Reza tears open the packet, shaking two small, round pills into Kurt’s left palm, which is the less cut-up of the two. He passes over the now half-empty bottle of water, and Kurt swallows the pills and then drinks the remaining water. 

“How’re you feeling?” Reza asks, when he’s finished. Kurt attempts a shrug and winces in pain. 

“Okay,” he says, which is not really true. He does feel better than he had when he was lying on the floor, and certainly much better than he had when he was trying to stand. 

“Sure you’re okay,” Reza says. “Not like you just fell through a floor or anything.”

“Better, then,” Kurt amends, and Reza nods. “Good. Then let’s go.”

That sounds very agreeable to Kurt, so he turns - very slowly and carefully - until his body is all the way in the car. He tries to buckle his seatbelt but gives up very quickly, and Reza does it for him, then shuts his door and opens the driver’s door. He starts the engine, and Kurt watches out the window as the old, abandoned house disappears. As they rejoin the bustling roads of Malmö, a very worrying thought crosses Kurt’s mind for the first time.

“How are we gonna explain this to Rask?”

thanks for reading!!!! i rlly had a fun time writing this and i hope u liked reading it!

[notkodanymorebye]

bonsoir ! my name is sam, its 5:30 am as im writing this, and im a mess. i use she/her pronouns and im from aus – hence the being up at 5:30am for opening and still being late smh. i have a habit of rambling so sorry for this intro in advance lmao. but thats more than enough about me, let’s talk about the other and more important mess, reed’s token aries:  K O D A   R E I D  

tws: mentions of divorce, drugs, and ya know the murders

STATS.

full name: dakota reid

best known as: koda

age: twenty five

gender + pronouns: non-binary, they/them

occupation: waiter/bartender at salvatore’s steakhouse, aspiring podcaster

hometown: reed, virginia

star sign: aries

traits: jovial, creative, adventurous, confident, detached, cruel, impulsive, lazy

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

MORE INFO.

born and raised in reed, they’ve honestly left the area maybe a handful of times. not for a lack of wanting to, they certainly have wanted to and still want to, just a lack of money and time and motivation to plan anything “””big”””” (leaving ur town is not big but koda is lazy) in their lives

im gonna try not to get too into it bc i will go on forever but two important things to mention as far as their childhood. the first, when koda was sixteen their parents went through a really fuckin rough divorce. and like any sixteen yr old whose parents are getting divorced it pissed koda off. they have a moderately better relationship with them now but at the time, it was messy. at first, koda was very outwardly emotional about it, but as their emotions were just used as a weapon for their parents to use against one another they shut that shit down immediately. only showed their emotions in a way that was more of a nuisance to their parents: graffiti, petty shoplifting, being a dickhead in school, flunking grades (though they werent great to begin with), sneaking out all the time, all that bs

which leads to thing two: koda was a dealer towards the end of high school/the start of young adulthood. nothing big, bc they were a dumbass teenager in a small town just looking to piss their parents off. but because they were a dumbass teenager in a small town i assume theres a good possibility that if ur character is from reed: koda was their dealer. eventually they stopped bc people figured out they were just a sometimes v annoying middle man for the much easier to deal with guy that koda bought from + too much work. like most things to koda, drugs were meant to be just a fun past time, not a full time career.

after barely finishing high school they had absolutely no want to go to college. even at local reed college it was a lot of money to put down and for what???? for koda to do an arts degree they dont really care about and then do nothing with it ????? instead they just worked more. they’ve had the job at salvatore’s since they were fifteen and its really a staple in their lives. 

when they are not at salvatore’s, they’re still being a menace tbh that did not end with high school or even the dealing. they’re usually skating around (would also be driving around and sometimes they are but its illegal because they recently had their licence suspended), probably spray painting some fence, maybe takin some photos on their barely working dslr, partying, drinking, stealing shopping carts from the local grocer, being a dickhead, u know the ~usual

despite being the local, so far they’ve not had any close connections to the parkway victims and thats unfortunately made them pretty insensitive about it. they’re far, far more interested in figuring out what the fuck is going on than they care about u know the loss of life and danger to everyone else in the town. in stats i mentioned they were an aspiring podcaster and thats because, u guessed it, koda wants to start a podcast about the murders they’re a piece of shit we already know this

and since this isn’t showing in the tags anyways: here’s a link to their pinterest board

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

housemates –  koda is a broke mf, i want this connection to be with other broke mfs that are leasing a shitty house and probably have one too many people in it, but like: it works yk

childhood friends –  obv koda has lived in reed their whole life, they’re from a very working class family, can be a connection through family or just through school im down for whatever

actual friends – this is probably gonna be limited to like a couple bc koda is so closed off lmao. while they’re friendly and enthuastic with just about everyone, theres not many koda actually considers genuine friends, these are the exceptions

co-workers – koda is confirmed annoying most of the time but they are at their peak annoying at work so if anyone else works at salvatore’s a. im so sorry b. lmk lets plot

party people – do u do drugs and other reckless impulsive bs at house parties? then this might be the connection for u bih – bonus if they’ve been partying together for fuckin ever

an easy thing – literally just the song easy thing by dom ferra. an easy romance, very much in its early stages, prob not official at this point, kinda learning what being in a relationship should mean together. only open to f/nb sorry lads

then just everything idk i need to start getting ready for work but pls hmu if u would like to plot ✌️ 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #367

“i should warn you that you may fuck me, but chances are i’m gonna fuck you over”

Where was the last place you went for vacation? The beach. When was the last time you wore makeup? Halloween. Do you watch soaps or drama series? If so, which ones? Not currently. What’s your favourite tomato variety? I hate tomatoes. What was your very first pet like? Dad had a dog named Trigger when I was born, but I have no memory of her, so I'm excluding her. I consider our first family pet to be Chance, a cat my mom took in after finding her literally in the trash. She was... god, incredible. She was a loyal friend, and I can imagine no greater mother than she was (she legit fought off a rottweiler head-on to protect her kittens). She was so smart, so gentle, and just simply amazing. I'll always miss her. What was the best school project you remember doing? Looking back, despite the fact it TERRIFIED me before, that would be my senior project presentation. It was about snake misconceptions and fallacies, so I made a slideshow to present to the special ed class. I made drawings for them to color, word searches, all that kind of stuff. They were just the sweetest and seemed really into it. What’s your favourite type of fish to eat? None. What kind of an old person do you think you’ll become? I really... don't like thinking about this. Like I'm weak enough now at 25, I can't imagine how my, say, 60s would be. I hope and just about pray that my physical health will improve, but I'm just going to exclude that part entirely from this answer. Personality-wise and such, I have a feeling I'll be the quiet and sweet kind, the one that loves her (hopeful) spouse like crazy, and comes most alive on Halloween if I live in a place where children come trick-or-treating. I imagine I would LOVE that. I'd love to be the type that goes on morning jogs to help stay spry. Which well-known person’s death shocked you the most, if any? Steve Irwin and Chester Bennington might be tied. Both were so, so sudden. Steve was like, invincible to my childhood eyes, and when I heard about Chester's death, I thought it was just a sick rumor. Two amazing people that died way too soon. What’s the craziest colour you’d dye your hair? That would depend on personal opinions. I want to dye my hair LOTS of colors though, if that tells you anything. What’s the coolest hobby one of your friends has? Uhhhh. Idk. Name a video game you can play over and over again: Shadow of the Colossus. It's a pretty short game if you know what you're doing, and it's super relaxing to me and just so goddamn pretty to look at. Every time I've played it has just been a pleasant experience. Do you like meatloaf? Yeah, it's fine. How about Meatloaf? I know who he is, but I've never really listened to his music. Do you take time to do charitable work? If so, what do you do? No. ;_; Especially with all the free time I have, I really should... What is something that will make you laugh instantly? Okay, don't ask, but if I for a SECOND see that commercial of Mr. Clean dancing while he's cleaning, I will die because of memories. What is something you hope you will never inherit from a specific relative? Diabetes. It runs heavily in my family. Name a movie you wouldn’t watch solely based on its name: The Human Centipede. No. Thank you. Have you ever played in a stack of hay bales? No. What’s your dearest souvenir? The stuffed moose I got at Cabela's during a visit to Ohio. I named him Brownie, and he was my "childhood plushie" we all have. Is there a lot of graffiti around your neighbourhood? Not in the actual area I live in, but there are DEFINITELY places where it's a pigsty of distasteful shit. Have you ever made your own soda? (Soda Stream doesn’t count!) No. Do you have a hobby that forces you out of the house? If so, what is it? Nature photography. Have you ever been part of a theater group? No, that stuff doesn't interest me. What’s the most ecological thing you do? We recycle, and I also use metal straws. Would you stop eating meat, if you had to raise and slaughter it yourself? Absolutely. There is no fucking way I could do it. What’s your favourite board game? Why do you like it best? I like Clue just because of the mystery-solving factor, and I think it's kinda cool how you can think ahead and use other's findings to your own advantage to win the game pretty early. Besides English, what other languages can you speak? Some German. It's gotten pretty weak with neglect, though. Besides English, what other languages can you read? I can read German well. What thing/person/happening has made you the happiest you’ve been? This is a complicated answer that I just don't feel like elaborating on. What’s the most freeing thing you’ve ever done? Letting Jason go. Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? No, and I'm not interested. Have you ever tasted birch sap? No. How about the young buds/shoots of spruce trees? No. Which edible flowers have you tasted? Honeysuckles. What has been your worst restaurant experience? Well, it's a fast food restaurant, but lemme tell you about my vegetarian encounter with Burger King. I ordered their veggie burger. Which they have. It's not a secret. These idiots gave me a bun with tomato and lettuce, and I think mayo on it, after sounding confused when Mom was ordering for me. Mom went back in there of course to tell them, and oh god was the manager pissed, lol. I got my veggie burger in the end. What’s the most immature, adolescent thing that still makes you laugh? Some sexually inappropriate jokes can still get me sadly, lol. Have you ever had a life-threatening condition? If so, what was it? Not literally, but boy do I think depression counts. Do you ever compare your life to somebody else’s? If so, why? Y E P. I can't tell you why, I just... do it. I look at other's successes and am just like, "Why aren't I there yet?", and beat myself up about being a failure. What is a food item or a dish you absolutely cannot stand? Brussel sprouts, asparagus, runny eggs, many other things because I'm just mega picky. Have you ever had a custom print done on a shirt? If so, what was it? Just the spray paint kind that vendors like to do at the beach and stuff. I don't remember any I got, though. What does your favourite mug look like? It's black with a Markiplier quote on it, given to me by Sara. :') Do you ever read other people’s survey answers? Yeah! Friends', anyway. I love learning all the obscure things about them. Do you like daytime or night time better? Why? Daytime, specifically early morning, because it's better for my depression. Are you more comfortable as a leader or a follower? A follower that isn't afraid to speak up when I'm really against something. What is your favourite song right now at this very moment? I've been really into "7empest" by Tool lately, and the synthwave edit of "Voices" by Motionless In White. If you watched The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, who was your favourite character? I don't remember it well, but I think I liked the butler. Was there even a butler? Who was your first online friend? Emma. :') Do you have any plants in your home? No. If you wear makeup, what’s the most outrageous colour you use? I only ever use black. What was the last photograph you took? My cat being adorable while sleeping. <3 Have you ever submitted a video to Funniest Home Videos? No. What was the first sport you learned how to play? I want to say soccer? I absolutely hated it. Do you have a headache at the moment? Yes, actually. I've really been attacked by the Covid shot side effects. Are your parents still together? No, thank god. What was the last hot food you ate? I made a chicken and I think pesto (some Italian noodles, idk) Healthy Choice bowl for dinner last night. Have you ever seen a meteor shower? No. :( Do you ever feel afraid people will question your sanity? I'm sure people have before, and back then? Rightfully so. Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? Never watched it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? Always. It's so weird how it's gotten worse with time since leaving school, even though I write... Were you a straight A student in math? Yeah, no. I usually got Bs or Cs. What is your favorite shade of yellow? Pastel. I don't really like yellow. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? Have a stable job. Are you afraid of getting yelled at? YES. Do you feel a connection to the moon? It's not something I think about, so not really, but I do believe all things in the universe are connected in some way. We are simply a part of nature, as all else is. What does your heart long for? Contentment in who I am and where I am in life. I know I also miss being in love. Do you know what your purpose in life is? We have no innate purpose; we make our own, and I want mine to be to show others that there is always hope for yourself in yourself, and also to spread the message of love of all animals. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? Last year I didn't. I really should change that this go around. Have you ever seen a fox? Yes! They're a kind of rare sight here sadly, so when I had the opportunity to photograph a fox tragically as roadkill, it was a photographic experience I won't forget. God, I wanted to pet it (I obviously didn't), but I did talk to it about how beautiful (s)he was as I got some shots. I never had a harder time leaving one of those angels I've taken pictures of. Do you find Halloween fun or scary? FUN!!!!!! Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? Not at all. What do the trees look like where you live? I mean, there's a variety, but the staple that you see literally everywhere are pine trees. What is your dream vacation? Somewhere with mountains, clear lakes, cool weather, beautiful and various wildlife... What was the best vacation you’ve been on so far? Disney World as a kid. What is the best class trip you’ve been on? The zoo in the 5th grade. It was the one occasion I got to see meerkats. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? I lived for them. Do you find museums boring or interesting? I find science museums to be very, very fascinating. Art ones are great, too. What are three issues you are passionate about? LGBT rights, the pro-choice movement, and wildlife conservation, to name a few. Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? No. I'm not patriotic enough at all. What size is your bed? Queen. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? When we were experimenting with my Klonopin dosage, I learned that 3mg was enough to knock me on my ASS. Do you like bath bombs? I mean they're pretty, but I wouldn't waste money on 'em. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? Yikes, a looooooot. But this also depends on what you think qualifies as "small." Most of my favorite "small" YTers are tarantula keepers or sub-1M let's players. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? Markiplier obviously, Snake Discovery, Good Mythical Morning (even if I don't watch them anymore, they are veeery dear to my heart and I will always support them), Sam & Colby... Again, there's a lot. When you don't watch TV and YT instead, you really get attached to a lot of them. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Would you believe me if I said Pussycat Dolls? haha Do you like Disney movies? Um, DUH. Were you ever in the popular crowd? No. Have you ever used an outhouse? UGH, at like childhood sports games, yes. I could NEVER nowadays, oh my god. Could you possibly write a successful novel? I think I have the creativity to, but not the dedication. Are there any foods that make you gag? Beans, for one. I just canNOT with them. It's a completely involuntary reaction. Have you ever had blonde highlights in your hair? I think I did? Who was the last person you video-chatted with? The lady who was seeing if I qualified for TMS therapy. Do you think sleeve tattoos look trashy? Definitely not, I love those. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? I don't actually want one, but if I did, I'd go to a serious professional to get THE Darkiplier smile. :') If u know u know. Do you have any stickers on any of your electronic devices? No. Do you think half blonde/half dark brown hair is attractive? It looks great on some people, but it's not my favorite combo.

[hitodama89]

I've had a quite an action-filled week, but in like... The most boring adult-way possible. I still wanna write about it because hey, I am a boring adult after all.

Most of my time has been spent working with my balcony. I've been cleaning it thoroughtly because despite having closeable windows it gathers a ton of this certain sort of nasty "city dust" in it (more on that later). The first incidence that stressed me to hell and back was when I was washing its floor and suddenly the neighbor who lives below me starts yelling that water is leaking to their balcony. I tried to ask several times where exactly was it coming from so I could actually do something about it, but instead of giving any sort of helpful answer they just kept mumbling about their annoyance as loud as I think is possible to mumble. After I had finished the cleaning I went to their door with a package of cookies in order to apologise, but they didn't even open the door. Finally I ended up just writing them an apology letter because there wasn't really anything else I could've done. Fortunately that whole ordeal hasn't escalated any further since that.

After that it was time to try to fix the issue of the city dust. The thing is my balcony hasn't always had windows, they were installed a few years ago when the whole house got some remodeling done. Buuut the windows weren't exactly a perfect fit: between their frame and the balcony's handrail is this weird ~5-10 cm gap that has let anything from bugs, snow, rain and that dang dust in. So after suffering from it for several years I, uh, took the matter into my own hands and filled the gap with this... Sprayable, hardening foam thing, god knows what it's actually called even in Finnish let alone in English. After hardening it resembles styrox quite a lot? It should keep the forces of nature out quite well but it can also be dug out in case the landlord for some reason hates it and wants it gone. (The apartment complex is owned by the city I live in, not by some individual person, and usually they don't really care what you do as long as it is reverseable. I highly doubt they will ever even notice it, especially as I'm not planning to move out from here in the foreseeable future. And if they do notice it and hate it, they'd either ask me to take it off and/or give me a fine of some sort, which, okay, I can live with that risk.)

So I spray the foam which is again scary and weird and stressful, but I get it done. And then I take the next day to tidy it up, scraping it off from surfaces it doesn't belong to. At this point I'm tired and exhausted more than in a good long while, but I'm far from being finished! So what the heck even is the point of all this: why am I doing it now exactly? Well, the first reason is that for the last week or so it has been abnormally warm in Finland, temperature rising to heights that normally belong to June. The second reason stems directly from that: it reminded me of how much I've wanted to spend more time in my balcony during summers, but I've just had really no comfortable furniture in it. And that reminded me of a purchase I already tried to make during last autumn, but I ran into SEVERAL online stores that claimed to have the product I was looking for in storage but when I had already paid for it, they sent me an email stating that they didn't actually have it for real and that they'd return my money.

Now that the season was more optimal, I decided to try again: I bought myself a sun sofa. I don't know if that's what it actually called in English because even in Finland stores sell it under various names, but basically it's this nest-like round sofa thing with a raisable canopy. It's meant to be kept outside so it should be perfectly fine to keep it in my balcony, especially now that the stupid gaps have been filled (which is the reason I did it). It costed A LOT of money, likely as much as the rest of my furniture combined, as the vast majority of them have been bought used or as the absolutely cheapest option available. But like... I've basically had a whole small room I have barely been using, so I figured turning it into actually comfortable space for me would be worth it.

Okay, so at this point I had cleaned up the balcony, fought with the neighbor, filled the gaps under the windows, tidied the filler foam and ordered the nest sofa. The sofa had already been sent but according to tracking it hadn't moved out of the capitol area yet, so I thought I'd have time to paint the foam to make it less noticeable before the sofa arrives. I was wrong - this morning a confused post delivery man called me that he can't find my house (I don't really know how because I heard the voice of a GPS on the background) so I went out to wave at him. He dumped the sofa out of his car, couldn't even bother to lift it into the staircase even thought it was raining outside, and left. And I was like okay let's do this, let's get this bad boy into the third floor where I live!

I couldn't fit it into the elevator. I tried, back and forth, for god knows how long. Finally my hands were so shaky and weak that I couldn't even lift the sofa anymore and I have literally no clue what I would've done if it wasn't for the fact that my parents live in the same city and I could scream for them to come and save me. (I don't exactly love doing that, but what else was I supposed to do?) So until they arrived I just sat there in my staircase, sweaty as a pig and faint from exhaustion, with a god damn sofa in the middle of it all. Finally they came and we managed to smash that problem child into the elevator and inside my apartment.

And then that fucking thing didn't fit through my balcony door. Oh believe me, I had measured everything meticulously and it should've fit through; I don't know if the packaging was different from the promised or what, but there was no way to get it in. But good thing I had plans B, C and even fucking D ready! They were, in that order:

Take apart this... Metallic rod thing that prevents the door from opening fully so it doesn't hit the wall behind it.

If that fails, take apart the hinges of the door and lift the whole door away.

If literally everything else fails, open the window that goes from my living room to balcony and lift the motherfucking sofa through the window.

At that point we couldn't even start from B because the door had some really fucking weird screwheads and I had no right sort of screwdriver for it. Thank the forces of the universe my father is the DIY man of all the DIY mans and has about every tool you can ever imagine, so we had to go get more tools from their place and try again. In the end plan B was enough and we didn't have to take apart half of the balcony, but we were both sweating bullets for the whole day even from imagining having to do it.

Now the sofa is in the balcony. The next time I have to move it from there is hopefully when the city remodels the whole house the next time, which will be in, idk, 30 years or something. At least I promised my (now 60 years old) father that at that point he doesn't have to come to move it anymore. ='D The ordeal is finally more or less over, unless the sofa was somehow damaged during all of this: I haven't yet taken it out of the wrappers because I want to keep it covered during the painting of the foam. (I did do some painting already after all this, so I should hopefully be able to strip it tomorrow and stash it to the already painted corner.)

Two bonus points that gave some extra spice to all of this: I also got my first Covid vaccine shot this week (I belong to one of the risk groups because of my health issues) so one of my arms was pretty hurt even before I had to start lifting the sofa around the apartment complex. Fortunately I the very least haven't had any other side effects*! And bonus point number two: that heat wave that hit Finland? It's gone by now. There is literal god damn snow on the ground again. =DDDDD

*(EDIT: NO WAIT, I just realized that I did likely get one other side effect! Please skip this if you feel icky about health subjects, but I do want to mention it in case it could be helpful for someone else. I thought it was just because of intense stress and quite a bit of exercise, but my body has produced some period blood even though it isn't a proper time for it. My body doesn't generally do that because of my hormonal medication, but these days getting weird new health-related symptoms mostly just makes me shrug and continue my life. BUT now I remembered reading that the vaccine has been affecting people's periods by making them more voluminous, so that's actually likely what's causing it??? That's interesting.)

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

idk if ur still doing song prompts but i was listening to in my head by maisie peters n thought of how ur writing would fit so well with it! so maybe that with cal? also, ur writing is fucking beautiful, thank u for sharing ur works with us! i’ll be sure to support ur works! ☺️🖤

First off, many thanks for such kind words! I greatly appreciate them. Thanks for the song suggestion as well!

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A Losing Game

Oh, it’s so stupid. 

You know that from the second you pick out the pink dress from your closet. He’s going to be there though. After how careless he was, you are going to make him pay for it. Calum is going to have to pay for the way he treated your heart. 

The thing is you guys weren’t together when it happened. You know that. You didn’t need anyone else to point that out to you. But still, how could he just be so reckless? How could he kiss you like that? How could he hold you so gently and then turn around and choose someone else? 

If that’s the bed he wanted to lay in, you were for damn sure going to make it a bed of thorns for him. Slipping into the dress and spraying your perfume, you glanced over yourself in your mirror. Was this petty? Of course. Was this overkill? Of course. Was that going to stop you? Never. No, Calum was going to have to drool over you. You are going to hurt him just like he hurt you. 

When Calum knocks on the door to the house and ducks inside, he looks around for you. He thinks he might be able to snag a moment to talk to you. When you’re not in the living room or in the kitchen of the house party, he thinks his time to apologize is over. He was an idiot. He is the first person to admit that. He’d admit it in the blink of an eye that he was stupid to have you literally in the palms of his hands and then on the same night, take someone else home with him. He made it so obvious too. He had waited for you to look up, to try and get one last word in with him before pulling her onto his lap. Then soon after out of the club to the waiting car. 

Fear is a bastard of an emotion; that’s what Calum had come to learn. He was terrified of actually liking you, of actually making that a real thing. 

As the night starts to settle in, he keeps half an eye out for you. It’s not until he turns into the kitchen for the second time in the night to get a refill, he finds you in the pink dress. God, his heart races. It was always a gorgeous color on you. He could paint you in a portrait of the color. 

You watch as Calum steps into the kitchen and turn to Luke, laughing at whatever was just said. You’re not halfway paying attention to whatever the group is going on about. Maybe you even go as far as to raise a hand to Luke’s chest and let it slide down to his forearm. Luke is oblivious you know and won’t take it strangely. All you need is for Calum to see it. All you need is for him to get just a taste of what it feels like to be the second choice. 

Calum steps closer, going for the cooler on the floor. You’re too busy with your head practically falling into Luke’s chest to see the flair of his nostrils and the clenched jaw. You do hear the harsh slam of the cooler’s top back to keep the coolness in. 

The whole night went like this. You finding every opportunity to blow Calum off and Calum only wanted to get five minutes with you. It’s soon you holding onto Michael during beer pong. Then it’s you cuddled up with Ashton laughing during a game of flip cup. It’s at every turn that Calum keeps hitting that wall of you always with someone, always buddied up and he’s fed up. He’s absolutely fed the fuck up. If that’s the game, he can play it too. Especially with a couple vodka shots in him. 

Part of you feels like the point’s been made. You noticed Calum’s particular sour pout after you paired with Michael during the game of beer pong but the hurt, the pain all kept fueling you to add more oxygen to keep the fire burning. The party’s still in a good swing, but you do have an early morning. You should be able to stick it out for another hour or two.

Your head is floating. The alcohol has caught up and now your bladder is pressing against every other organ. Waiting outside the bathroom, you drop your head into the wall, arms wrapping around your waist. You know you shouldn’t pee now. If you do you’ll have to pee another four times before you leave. 

There’s a soft moan followed by the smack of kissing. You figure it’s probably no one you really know and let the couple go on. All you need is for the person in the bathroom to finish before you witness a heavy petting. Another moan tickles your ear, deeper this time and something goes off in your head. You know that moan, only briefly though. Lazily turning your head, keeping it against the wall, you spot Calum. His mouth sealed around some other girl and his hands kneading at her waist. 

There’s a gasp, you’re not sure if it’s yours and the girls. 

Then it just hurts. All of this game playing and for what? All you wanted was for Calum to choose you and it seemed more than stupid now to have tried to keep pressing all his buttons. All you did was just make it easier for him to fall back into someone’s else arms. 

You try not to brush into Calum in your hurried passing. You suppress the urge to dig your nails into his lower back, just like you know he likes it. One hand covering your mouth, you see the tears watering your vision. Just keep the sob down, that’s all you have to do. Just keep from sobbing right here in front of him about him. 

Then it happens, in the rush to get around and dodge the incoming people, you feel the soft brush of his leather jacket over your arm. “S-sorry,” you barely get out, covering your mouth again. 

It’s cold as you step out, purse barely on your shoulder. “That was so stupid,” you reprimand to yourself. Your eyes can barely focus on the screen as you try to tap onto the black icon of the app. 

“Look what happened,” you cry into the sky. “I’m such a fucking idiot. And a broken-hearted one at that.”

“That’s hell a combo.” The voice is a little rough but you know the shakes to the deep timbre. 

“Fuck off, Cal.”

“Surprise you still remember my name.”

You keep staring at the street, keep waiting for the driver to magically appear even though it’s going to be another seven minutes. Your face is tight from the tears starting to dry but there are more threatening to fall. “I’m not in the mood for this shit.”

“You seemed to be in a really good mood earlier.” You know what the remark is referring to; you deserve it. That doesn’t mean that it hurts any less of course. 

“Don’t you have some other girl’s face to suck? Just leave me alone, please?”

Not his smoothest plan, he’ll admit. He exhales, glancing down to the screen of your phone. Five minutes. “Let me catch a ride with you. So we can talk.”

You’re intrigued. But is it even worth it? Is it worth this stupid fucking game you keep playing with him where the only thing you’ve ever won is pain? “You really don’t know how to take no for answer, do you?”

Calum can hear the shakes in your voice. Clearly, you’re not in the mood to talk. He’s not going to risk seeming like an asshole even if in some twisted way he means it well. “Alright, alright, fine.” 

He throws his hands up and starts back up the hill of the driveway to the house. But he lingers, watching as you step into the back of the car and waits until it pulls off. He pulls out his phone. At least let me know when you get home so I know you’re safe. 

You see as the message comes in, reading it quickly. God, why did he have to be such a mixed signal? Why did he have to care even an ounce about you? Your head finds its way into your hands and you’re sniffling hard. God, the snot it running. The driver probably thinks you’re sloppy drunk or an emotional mess. 

The party dies not too long after you leave, another hour left in most people before more Uber’s line up to take groups home in waves. Calum agrees to crash with Ashton and help clean up. When he finally checks his phone, nearing too early to still call it night, he spies a text. 

Am home. 

-H

[def-initely-soul]

For the realistic one can I have the 'mortal enemies... ' with jae?? Can it be crack? (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

mmm, i’ll think about it 👀👀 jk, i tried to make it crack but... 😬 hope you like it either way

bias: jae from DAY6

prompt(s): mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year (not exactly mortal enemies??? idk, i think i lost it man)

genre: slice of life; fluffish?

warnings: mature language

words: 1.7k

“Why does this shit have to happen every. freaking. year?” you mumble through clenched teeth, staring ominously at the source of your current misfortune. Who looks a little bit more excited than you to see you’re yet again dressed in matching costumes.

You can’t even fathom how this happened. You were extra careful this year to not let anyone else know what your costume would be, as to avoid any unhappy surprises, but it seems luck is not on your side this year as well.

It all started 6 years ago, on your first year of college. You were invited to Wonpil’s halloween party, a guy from your literature course, and since you had nothing better to do than stay at your dorm, binge-watch some halloween movies and reminisce your high school days, you decided to give it a go. Plus you already knew some of the people attending the party (mainly Wonpil’s friends) so it wouldn’t be that bad.

So you put on your best rendition of The Bride of Chucky’s costume and headed over. The thing is once you arrived you realised that one of Wonpil’s friends, Jae, was dressed as Chucky. You had laughed awkwardly then, not knowing too much of him to actually feel comfortable around him or joke about the incident, although he didn’t seem to mind, as people automatically assumed you both were dating.

And that was okay really. And it would have been if it didn’t proceed to happen every single year after that. At the second year he was the Elsa to your Anna, then the rabbit to your magician. At the fourth he was the Gomez to your Morticia, then Vincent Vega to your Mia Wallace, and last year the Mike to your Eleven, making you believe he kind of did it on purpose. And it certainly didn’t help that Jae didn’t actually bother to refute those rumours that had you two dating. It had lost you more than enough dates over the course of 5 years, something that made you scowl whenever you saw the blonde boy in near proximity.

Sungjae sighs from next to you, dressed as an unsuccessful Count von Count, as everyone practically assumes he’s dressed as his evil counterpart, instead of the loveable Sesame Street character.

“At this point, I’m more amazed than annoyed. How do you two manage to pull this every year without it being intentional?” he comments and you groan out loud, wondering how indeed.

“I have no fucking idea. You know at first I thought maybe he knew about my costume each year, and that’s why you were the only one I told about it this time. But I swear to god, it’s like he has mind-reading powers! like what the fuck dude?!” you rant as you glare from the corner of your eye at his matching costume of your 10nth Doctor from Doctor Who. You’re dressed in a matching brown, striped suit, with Chuck Taylors, a tie, glasses and of course the essential sonic screwdriver which was actually made from scratch, using a multi-pen that was lying around your desk.

And Jae is dressed like the Tardis. Like, no kidding, dressed from top to bottom in full blue attire: blue pants, blue boots, blue t-shirt with a tardis print, even his hair is dyed blue with one of those fake spray paints used only on halloween. 

He looks pretty satisfied with his costume as he waves condescendingly at you from across the room and you refuse the urge to groan out loud.

“Is it like his yearly halloween goal to piss me off?” you cross your arms on your chest, turning your back on him to stare indignantly somewhere else.

Sungjae looks at you in thought. “I don’t think he’s trying to piss you off?” he says more like a question, “At least not intentionally,” he corrects once he sees your less than amused frown, “I just think it’s his own way of... having something in common with you?”

Your friend’s words confuse you, the emotion clearly depicted on your face as Sungjae sighs once more before he attempts to elaborate.

“You’re our friend for what now? Six, seven years? You’ve become a part of our group and you’re close to every single one of us. Except for Jae that is,” he explains calmly, and you admit his train of thought makes somewhat sense.

“Yeah, okay but it’s not my fault I’m not close with him as I am with you guys. I tried to at the beginning as you recall and he repaid that by continuously feeding into the rumour of us dating! I haven’t had a normal date in six years because of him!” you counter, knowing you’re right and Sungjae will have no answer to that.

And yet his eyes are looking at you as if you’re the one missing the point.

Which confuses you more. “What?”

He cocks his eyebrows but still says nothing. Okay, this is getting annoying.

“What?” you ask, once more when it finally hits you and your eyes widen comically at what Sungjae is insinuating, a gasp falling from your lips.

“Hey, guys, whatchu talking about?” said man approaches the both of you with an overly innocent smile on his lips, as if he doesn’t know you’re talking about him, although he probably doesn’t know exactly what it was about him that you were talking about.

At the recent information, you find yourself unable to look at him as you normally would, instead sparks flowing into your nervous system as you struggle to speak, only for it to come out as unintelligent gibberish.

Jae chuckles as he turns to a smiling Sungjae, who looks too satisfied over your reaction. “Dude, what did you say to her? You broke her.”

Sungjae raises a challenging eyebrow at you. “Nothing she didn’t already suspect,” he says and you mask your flushing cheeks with your cup as you take a sip of your drink.

“Guess it takes people by surprise when you give them hope,” he adds victoriously and you almost exhale your drink through your nose, as you try to manage your sudden cough.

“Hey, you okay? take it easy...” Jae is quick to pat you on the back to help your choking and once your breathing pipe is clear, you turn to glare at Sungjae, only to see him disappearing into the crowd, leaving you and Jae alone.

And shit. 

You’d like to say Sungjae was talking shit, but the truth is he kinda wasn’t? I mean, yeah Jae did piss you off when he inevitably came up during dates as the guy you were rumoured to be dating, but that’s not the only reason you were pissed at him. Mainly because even though he didn’t do anything to refute the rumour, he also didn’t do anything to help it become true.

“Thanks...” you mumble, looking at him from the corner of your eye, as you take a sip of your drink.

Jae gives you a tight-lipped smile as he waves you off. “It’s nothing, I’m sure you’d do the same.”

Another beat passes where there’s silence, not knowing what to say to him now that you know what you know and it seems your awkwardness spreads to him as well, as he looks anywhere but you.

And yet he doesn’t look eager to leave.

“So... the Tardis, huh?” you make an attempt at conversation, with the only thing that seems reasonable to mention.

Jae chuckles nervously. “Ah, yeah, what are the odds, right? I mean you as the doctor, me as the Tardis? It’s like we’re jinxed!” he jokes with a careful giggle as if he’s not certain about your reaction suddenly.

“Oh, yeah, definitely...” you answer with a chuckle, suddenly very self-aware, not at all as you would’ve answered normally, taking Jae by surprise.

“And, uuuh, I like your costume! It’s pretty cool you made this yourself!” he says with more enthusiasm now that you seem calmer around him.

Although his words send a confused frown to your face. “How did you know I made this myself?”

Your question makes Jae’s eyes widen, making him realize his mistake and he opens his mouth, struggling to find a proper excuse. 

But when none seems believable enough, he just sighs tiredly.

His eyes remain on the floor as he answers you, “I actually have been secretly matching my outfits with yours for halloween.”

Your eyes widen but instead of feeling vindicated for having your suspicions come true, you just feel nervous. Extremely so.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “How long?” you manage to mumble and his eyes are instantly on you, bewildered once he hears no anger in your words.

It seems your expression has him even more confused as he struggles to reply. “I, ugh... Um, for the last three years...” he admits carefully and instead of focusing on why he did that, your mind is trying to figure out how he did that.

“But wait, okay, the last two years it was pretty easy to find out what I was getting dressed up like, but this year I told no one! How did you know?” you ask with intrigue as Jae looks at you weirdly for not yelling at him.

“Um, Wonpil told me.”

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “Wonpil?”

“Yeah, it slipped from Sungjae one day and Wonpil told me...” Jae admits and you nod in understanding.

There’s one more question you need to ask, and if Sungjae is right it could change everything. But as you see Jae turning redder by the second you decide it’s not the time yet.

“Well, now I guess everything makes sense!” you chuckle out loud as Jae stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. “I was starting to wonder if you were a psychic or something...” you joke calmly with him, giving him a soft smile to put his worries at rest.

His eyes remain still for a second before an impromptu laugh escapes his lips and he shakes his head in embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about that...”

You bite your bottom lips to stop the involuntary smile as you look at him. “You know, the next time you wanna dress in matching costumes you can just simply ask...”

Your words have him halt and stare back at you as if not believing his ears. But as he sees the honesty in your eyes and the way you try to stop from smiling, his shoulders relax and an easy grin takes over his lips. “Right, I’ll remember that...”

“For now, how about a drink?”

[komatsunana]

Hey could you please write a little meta of Hachi's character or link it if you've already written some? I just love her and your metas so much!

Thanks! I love Hachi sm too!! It was kind of shocking for me when I looked at my Masterlist to see what posts I already have for Hachi I didn’t find any solely on her.  Yikes! To be fair, there is a lot about her relationships with other characters as well as comparing parts of her character with Nana and sometimes Reira.

Anyway, this’ll just be a stream of consciousness meta.�� Meaning anything I say might not be headed anywhere and no conclusive thought.

Hm, let’s see… Where to start?

Ai Yazawa’s works tend to place a lot of emphasis on fashion and styling - which of course it does, she did initially start in fashion.  In particular in NANA there’s a lot of representation of counterculture fashion - primarily with Mai in lolita and all of Blast too - not just wearing punk but 80′s and 90′s western punk and grunge style particularly in Yazawa’s choice to put them in a lot of Vivienne Westwood and bondage pants.  Yazawa’s styling choice really flavors these characters and tbh Hachi is no different.

Look at her! A fashion icon.

Now I’ll be honest and say that even though I’ve watched every episode and season of Project Runway I’ve learned virtually nothing about fashion history (lol) but look at all the vintage silhouettes!! I’m especially seeing western 60′s and 70′s here (some other decades as well, but especially those 2), with the mod dresses, 70′s wrap dress, kerchief scarves and bandannas, and the 5 strand pearl necklace.

Her choice and desire to work at Sabrina, a vintage store, just brings it all together.  I’d be SUPER interested in if someone else, with a better grasp on fashion history, would talk about her styling choices, because I think it says a lot more about her than any thoughts that I might have, especially if I wanted to take into account feminism and the history of it Japan in particular.

Fashion styles have varied through the years though and especially in the last century we can see where women’s rights effects the clothes than women wear in their decade.  The styles say lot about the goals and desires of the women of their time and I can’t help but feel that, at least on a meta-narrative level, it says something about Hachi for the decades she most often dresses in - especially that outside of the prologue, Hachi is rarely ever seen out of pants.  This choice for Hachi to always be wearing dresses and skirts really defines what Hachi’s definition it is to be a ‘woman’ in this manga that is about the friendship between two women - especially combined with her future as a mother and wife and often seen wearing an apron and then contrasted with Nana who dresses in punk and doesn’t want to be a mother.

Additionally, it really highlights that Hachi is a bit of an outsider herself, dressing outside her time at the start of a new millennium.  I can’t find exactly where I read it, but I do remember reading that Hachi herself didn’t really have any friends other than Jun in high school (in addition to her many crushes lol). Part of Hachi’s charm is that she is a normal girl with an ordinary life and is friendly with everyone she meets, but she’s also someone that isn’t friends with everyone, only with a select few - which is interesting that she so easily accepts Nana and the rest of the band into her life.

It might be a little bit because of her being a middle child, but there is a lot of emphasis that she had a happy childhood and family in the series, so it’s more likely that this part of Hachi is something that is entirely her and for no deep rooted reason, but ordinary human loneliness and the desire to be seen and loved as special by someone who is special.  Perhaps it’s her ordinary, happy life that she’s rebelling from - she’s ordinary and everyone she loves in extraordiary compared to her. From all her high school crushes (all having the mystique of being older), Junko (independent and self-processed with goals from a young age), Nana (beautiful rock star), and Black Stones and Trapnest in general for their talents, Hachi looks to them hoping to be seen as special in return.

Hachi is a woman of contrary things - she’s seen as needy, cries and gives up easily, struggles to hold down a job, and in the start of the series, she struggles to accept responsibility for her behavior, instead blaming a fictional demon lord on everything that goes wrong in her life.

And yet in the big moments, Hachi is able to do hard things all on her own.  From helping out Sachiko when she cut herself to spray painting mean graffiti about Nana to tracking down Nana’s mom to volunteering to do an interview with the press so they wouldn’t hound Nana, Hachi steps up and does what needs to be done to protect those who she loves.  Hachi really transforms from the start of the series, when she blamed everything on the Demon Lord, to being a hero that gives Nana rescue breaths when she needs it.

Another interesting part of Hachi’s character is her interest in movies that we’ve seen from the very first prologue. She prefers to see them alone - another interesting juxtaposition of hers since she is someone that feels so lonely and craves companionship and comfort.  There are only 3 movies that I can remember Hachi mentioning seeing and all of the are western movies.  Sid and Nancy, which she tells Nana that she watched early on.  Additionally her calendar in November marks down when a Harry Potter movie came to theaters as well as Amelie (a French film).  Her movie preferences are really interesting, other than Harry Potter, suggesting her passion in watching foreign movies and not necessarily what’s the most popular movie.

... Idk I’m losing my train of thought lol.  I’m sorry this was such a messy meta, but I think I’ll leave off there for now.  In the future, I love getting meta prompts and it does help me, particularly with main characters, to get a specific narrative aspect you’re interested in hearing my thoughts on.

Also I’m serious that if anyone else is a better fashion history buff I’d be really interested in reading about Hachi’s vintage fashion in more and better depth!!

[ayellowcurtain]

Prompt : Doctors tell Arthur his diagnosis about losing his hearing, Arthur's initial reaction

I’m a little late for that, but I wrote a little more about him trying to figure things out (and also about Alexia’s reaction? Idk...

Of all the ways Arthur thought he could fuck up, this wasn’t it. He never thought he was a bad guy with the ladies. He’s pretty average, but he knows his ways and how to charm someone and when he thought about relationships, Arthur never thought he would be one to cheat.

Well, he didn’t cheat, technically, but he thought too much about the possibility and only stopped himself at the very last second. Noée didn’t know about Alexia (at least not that they were dating) and Alexia only knew Noée from Arthur bringing her to hang out at parties sometimes. And even then, Alexia never questioned him about it, never made a scene or got jealous. She did talk about it with some of their friends and they told him, but at the time, he didn’t care about anyone else but himself.

Some people will probably still think he cheated because he thought about it and he brought the girl to his girlfriend’s group of friends just to have more time with someone else, but Arthur is sure Alexia wouldn’t.

Alexia is the best girl to ever exist. She’s confident, smart, so beautiful, funny, knows a little about everything and Arthur is so desperately in love, but maybe his time away from everyone else ruined his relationship for good. They talked about it over text and she wanted to take a break. Arthur agreed just because he knew it was his fault. It was easier to accept it than to say it out loud that this was his own doing. He closed himself off and now people want their space too, what’s so wrong about that?

Things are still very awkward with the boys too, but when he asks Eliott for the address of that huge place he took them months ago to spray paint, the answer comes really fast and another message right afterward.

to Arthur: are you ok?

to Eliott: yeah, just want to go for a scream :) thanks, mec

Eliott offers himself to make him company, but Arthur says he needs to do something first, maybe they could go out this weekend.

Their pieces of art are still all over the walls. There are some new drawings too, but it’s mostly the same. As he walks around the place for a while, Arthur wishes someone turned this into one of those places where you can go to smash everything, let all your anger and frustration out. It can’t be that hard. Some old electronics and tableware and a baseball bat.

After a lot of walking around to avoid his own worries, Arthur finally stops, staring at the A + A that he helped Alexia created. He misses her company and her kisses and her humor and everything about her.

Fuck it.

He grabs his phone, opening the camera, pointing to the painting, framing it perfectly and taking the photo, looking at it for a second before looking for Alexia on his contacts, sending it before it’s too late.

to Alexia: I know you asked for some time and if you still need some more, I’ll behave myself.

I just miss you. If I can see you, that would be FUCKING AMAZING.

I love you

(this is Arthur, you know, in case you forgot about me <3)

-

“How does it feel?” Alexia asks as she’s sitting too close to him in her bed, carefully analyzing his brand new hearing aids.

“Weird. It’s fucking annoying with the glasses too. I hear too much now and” He can’t finish, sighing, already so tired of this. The doctor said he would get used to it, but it’s hard. And mostly annoying. “I’m still thinking if I’m gonna keep using this. Right now, I prefer the lack of hearing that I was having before.”

She nods, giving him a real sympathetic smile, sitting up like she was before, a little more further away from him.

“I like the app. It’s so amazing!” She grabs his phone, curiously scrolling in and out of pages, exploring everything so quickly. Alexia has some sort of power. She figures things out way too quickly.

“Yeah, I guess it’s pretty badass that someone thought of an app for this.”

“Exactly. Wish I was the one to do it.” She looks at him and smiles and Arthur feels somewhat happy again.

“Talking about that. Have you decided what you’re going to do?” By the way she suddenly stops and looks at the floor, Arthur can imagine the silence getting a little heavier around them even though he still hears the little beep noise in the background and the way she breathes slowly before answering.

“Yeah. For now, I’m gonna go with developing apps.” Arthur doesn’t know how to feel. It’s a mixture of every emotion a human being can feel, all at the same time. By the way, she looks at him, he knows it’s because of this. He struggles to communicate in a way that he finds it comfortable and fitting for him. Noée doesn’t mind about hearing aids. Camile doesn’t mind about sign language. Arthur is still struggling, but he’ll find his way. Eventually.

“You’re awesome. I know you’ll be a genius at whatever you end up doing.”

Alexia smiles again, giving his phone back. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry for being an asshole. I just needed some time to figure myself out with all these changes.” She nods and he knows she understands where he’s coming from. He held back a lot of crying these last few, long weeks, but now he’s struggling really hard to hold back his tears.

“I told you, it’s okay. You have every right to need time.”

He nods, swallowing his tears, trying to smile at her and she finally touches him, gently putting his hair behind his ear.

“When my doctor gave me these things, I said to him that I would like to be able to have sex with my girlfriend without looking like Iron Man.” Alexia laughs and Arthur wishes he had taken the hearing aids off, to at least hear something that would resemble her actual laughter.

“You did? And what did he answer you?”

“That I didn’t look that bad. He thinks I’m much more handsome than Robert Downey Jr.” Alexia frowns and Arthur’s heart skips a beat when she looks all around his face, actually comparing him with Iron Man.

“I mean, you two could be close on my chart of good looking men.” Arthur decides to risk it, kissing Alexia without really talking about their situation these days. She doesn’t stop him and that’s all he needs right now.

[platonicpepperpottsimagines]

Headcanon request: how about a stepmom!pepper with a reader (who is the stepchild) who is really chaotic and gets in a lot of trouble and how Pepper deals with/reacts to it

warnings: angst anGST ANGST MORE ANGST,, a whole lot of tony being a bad parent?? this is suuuuuper long im so sorry im sorry

and sorry this was more tony + pepper than just pepper 😅

disclaimer: kids please do not be like y/n they are a bit of a dumbass some times dont shoplift or just generally commit felonies ok great :)

• so

• you were a badass to put it lightly

• or a pain in the ass

• depends on who you ask

• you were also tony starks daughter

• a combination of neglect in your earlier years + being left alone in a giant compound for weeks on end = a rebellious teeanager

• you started to shoplift and making graffiti on buildings

• mind you it was all illegal

• subconsciously you wanted tony to notice and finally treat you like his child but no

• a woman with the name of pepper potts noticed instead

• actually she was always the one to clean up the mess you made

• you weren’t on the best terms seeing as she wasn’t your mother

• some nights you could hear sreaming from the master bedroom, most of the screaming was about you

“-anD I HAVE TO FIND OUT FROM A RANDOM PERSON WANDERING AROUND THE COMPOUND THAT YOU HAVE A CHILD. UNBELIEVABLE ANTHONY. I CANT BELIEVE YOU!”

• pepper didn’t like you

• you didn’t like pepper

• it worked quite well didn’t it?

• the routine went a little like this:

- y/n does something dumb or illegal

- y/n gets caught

- pepper bails y/n out

- pepper gives y/n a lecture

- y/n doesn’t listen

- rinse and repeat

• today you were bored

• so time to do something dumb!!

• yay?

• you decided to just be an asshole to all the teachers today and see what happens

• well it ends in pepper screaming at you in the principals office on a tuesday morning

• yeah you didn’t even make it to lunch...

• yikes

• next day you had detention for a week and you were also still bored

• you stole some shit

• and you got caught

• and you were sent home

• and tony was mad

• and pepper was ballistic

• you were now grounded and had detention for the rest of the month

• yay

• good job y/n

• now you were never really that guilty over all the things you did

• but one night as you tried to sneak out you walked past pepper and tony’s bedroom

• tony was out on a business trip

• and you could hear pepper crying and mumbling to herself

• things like:

“i just want to help them...”

“tony doesn’t care im the only one trying”

“fuck fuck fuck why??”

“i just... i can’t... i..i..”

• oh shit

• now you felt really guilty

• dammit

• you went back to your room and sulked

• you made your mind up to be nicer

• stop doing illegal stuff

• ya’know?

• and you made the personal and mental promise to not be an asshole delinquent anymore

• you really tried to improve, and after a few years you would laugh and cringe when someone metioned your “rebellious years”

• you redirected your desire to make graffiti by making other art

• (top grades in art class hehe)

• and you didn’t shoplift now that tony trusted you with money

• you could just buy stuff instead :)

• (then again when you shoplifted it wasn’t to get stuff it was for the adrenaline rush, which you replaced by doing sports and stuff)

• anywho

• you were a good kid™️ now

• you got closer to tony and pepper

• (shh dont tell anyone but multiple times you have called her mom accidentally shhh)

• you were not an avenger

• sadly :(

• but still very engaged and a valuable asset to the team in the way that you knew how to get information

• they never asked how or why you knew exactly how to take down that russian mafia and frankly

• they did not want to know

• seeing as you “helped” on missions you were also listening to the comms most of the time when they were out

• for example, you were right there with pepper, screaming at tony when he jumped on that flying donut

• you were right there when he came back too

• and for 5 years you lived with your new baby sister morgan

• you were a bad influence tbh but eh what can ya do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

• she was your only sister

• and alSO IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT THAT SHE SWEARS FREQUENTLY!!

• AND NOT YOUR FAULT THAT SHE STARTED QUOTING VINES ONE DAY NOT YOUR FAULT, PEPPER IDK WHERE SHE GOT IT FROM

• of course, those 5 years were hell because so many of your friends were dead

• you became a bit of a recluse in a way

• but when natasha and the rest of the crew came, well

• you BEGGED tony to at least try to fix what happened 5 years ago

• and he did, all for you

• kinda

• you were with also pepper and tony in the battle in endgame with a suit that he had made with you just for fun

• you were also there when he got the infinity stones and snapped his fingers

• deep down, you knew that all of this, saving the world, wouldn’t come without a price

• you hated it but it was true

• somehow, it was still so hard to let go of your father

• even after all those years of neglect

“no no no no please dont go, dad please. i don’t... who else is going to give me ice cream at 2am?? why? please don’t leave! dad no! NO!”

• fuck now i’m crying

• it was one of the hardest things to do, to have to let go of him

• you kinda got through it even if you missed him so much

• after the events of endgame you became ironman 2.0

• not really, you had another name that i cant think of rn shh but you used the suit he made for you

• you got closer to peter, and you may or may not have a little tiny isty bitsy crush on him

• he was your partner in crime, though actually you two faught crime together

• you helped pepper raise morgan

• but no matter how hard you tried, when she asked about her dad you couldn’t keep it together

• happy also helped you through a lot

• including a shit ton of cheeseburgers with him and morgan

• pepper loved you and you two have an inseparable bond after all the shit you’ve been through

• you love her

• but even if you love her, you ended up breaking your promise once

• you needed to spray paint something

• when you were done, you smiled through your tears

• peter was crying too, and you hugged each other as you stepped back to admire the artwork

[charliesshitposts]

Supernatural omens (part 7?)

  ***Authors note***

  This one wont have the usual beginning like all the others will have because I don’t remember how it goes. ^.^ I’ll remember next time. Also I’m not sure if it is part 7,but either way the missing part is here. :) Sorry it took forever. The actual final chapter will be uploaded later on in the week (if that changes i’ll be sure to let you all know.) Also if there are spelling errors i’ll correct them tomorrow. 

word count: IDK but it’s short.

warnings: None. (: Feel free to read this in front of your family and pets. 

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Jack bolted down the dirt path of the forest like a gazelle running away from a lion. None of the five running after him could catch up. Except Sam. While the four stopped for a breath Sam took the lead. His long legs had given him the advantage.

  He chased Jack until the nephilim stopped at a clearing.Unlike Sam,Jack wasn’t out of breath. As if the running hadn't affected him.Meters away from him sat three children with wearing terrified expressions.There eyes widened when they saw Jack and Sam. But neither of them were looking at the children. They were entirely focused on the one child floating above them,Adam. When he meet Jack’s stare Adam slowly floated downwards.

  Sam rushed to aid the 3 children who were too petrified to move. Adam waked over towards Jack. When they were standing in front of one another Jack asked “Adam Young?”    Adam looked completely normal. Like the average boy you’d find on the street walking with his parents or at the park playing with his friends.”Who wants to know?

  “My name is Jack Kline. My friends and I were called to find you. To find you and stop you from starting the end of the world.”

  “Who called you?”

  Panting and the sound of feet shuffling suddenly filled the air. Crowley, Aziraphale, Dean and Castiel had finally caught up to them. They leaned against one another. Their legs were too wobbly to carry their weight. Gasping, Aziraphale answered Adam’s question for Jack.

  “We did.”He said.”Myself and the demon Crowley sent for them. I’m Aziraphale.”

  “You can’t go through with this Adam.”Chimed in Dean.Ask Jack,he’ll tell you. He knows more about this kind of dilemma better than anyone else.”

  “I’m not following you.”Adam admitted.”What are all of you guys talking about?”

  “You don’t know?” Crowley asked in surprise.

  “No.” Said Adam.”All I know is that the four horseman are coming to meet with me. Pollution,War,Death and Famine. For what, i’m not sure.”

  “They- they are here to get your permission. If you say yes to them they will unleash what they are all throughout the United Kingdom. Then Europe before finally making it spread across oceans and boarders. You can stop it all Adam. You just have to say no.” 

  “Guys!” Sam called out.”We need to get these kids to safety.”

  “They all live here in Tadfield.”Said Adam.”You may take them home. We will all wait here. Then when you’re back, we can go to the U.S. airbase. That’s where the four horseman are going to want to meet.”

  “Okay.Thanks. Um..Cas? Do you mind helping me out.”

  Castiel and Sam walked back towards the village with Adam’s friends. All three of them were too scared to walk home by themselves. They had quietly asked Sam to take them, which was why Sam had opened his mouth in the first place. As he walked he felt it a bit odd that he had asked for permission to a child. But seeing what Adam was capable of doing he was glad he had done so. And all he wondered while walking with these children was what else Adam was capable of.

Suddenly Sam grew curious. He stopped the children at what he considered a safe distance. Cas looked at him oddly. The angels hands were pressed reassuringly against the upper back of Wensleydale,the one with glasses,and Brian,the one with stains on his shirt. Sam bent down to level his eyes with Pepper,the only girl of the group.

“Hi.” Sam said with a hint of a nervous chuckle.”Listen..I know this probably isn’t the best time to ask this but I need to know. What else can Adam do aside from float?”

Pepper was more talkative then he had given her credit for. “He can control anyone against their will. He can make them come forward,sit,stay. He can force one to stay quite.. The bottom line is he can pretty much do anything.”

“Anything?” Sam asked.

“Anything.” Cas echoed.

——————————————————-

Dean,Crowley,Aziraphale and Gabriel huddled to talk about their next move and to catch Gabe up on what has happened in the past hours. Meanwhile Jack talked to Adam as if they had known each other their whole life.

“So when did you realize you were the son of..?”

Adam shrugged.”This is all new. I came Into my full power a few hours ago. And-“ his voice lowered to a whisper.”between you and me..It’s getting harder every second to keep under control. Like right now I have the strong urge to lift my arm and-“ In that moment Adams mistake was to describe his urge whilst doing it. With a lift of his arm he sent Jack spinning through the air. The nephilims back collided with a tree. Jack let out a pain filled shriek.The impact snapped the tree in two.

Dean was quick to spring into action. He grabbed Adam fiercely by the collar to keep him from running. Crowley rushed to help Dean. They both held onto Adam,who growled while trying to get out of their grip. Gabe carried a fainted Jack to safety. Dean turned to glare at Adam. “This ends here.”

Crowley shook his head.”No. It end when we take the 4 horsemen down. The problem here is that Adam is being consumed by his new powers.

  Quite literally. Adam was indeed being consumed by his powers. They were taking over every bit of him. He was trying all his best to fight back but as it seemed . Adam’s eyes suddenly turned bloodshot red. They startled everyone, including Crowley. 

  Gabriel gently laid Jack down by the cracked tree and sprinted towards Dean and Crowley. Aziraphale disappeared, he had gone to find Sam and Castiel.

  “So what’s next?” Gabe asked.

  Adam growled.

  Crowley checked his watch.”We have a good hour and a half until we need to get to the airbase.So..I guess now all we have to do is hold him somewhere safe. Put Adam somewhere where he can’t get out.”

  Dean smiled widely. He knew exactly what to do.”Crowley, do you know where we can get out hands on holy oil?”

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  It had taken them a while but they managed to get Adam into the trunk by tying his hands and feet together.He was biting too so they taped his mouth shut. Sam, with Crowley’s permission, spray painted an angel trap on the inside of the Bentleys trunk cap. It kept him still, not stuck, but still. They road towards the U.S. airbase. That was where they planned to use the holy oil. They figured if they had time to kill they might as well should wait where they needed to be. But getting into the airbase would be tricky. There was also one thing that none of the outsiders had taken into account. Angel traps only worked fully from where they were from. Although it kept Adam still,it didn't prevent him from using his powers. Which was why everyone began to panic when the inside of the car spontaneously began to catch fire.

  It started with the steering wheel. Crowley jumped at how hot it had suddenly gotten. It only got worse.Bits of the leather covering the wheel started to fall off.”What the hell?” he muttered.Then the whole thing caught fire.”OH CRAP! O CRAP GUYS!” They would have reacted to the steering wheels spontaneous combustion, but then the Dashboard caught fire. Aziraphale gasped. 

  He reached down to grab a water bottle and maybe try to put it out but it was as though he had doused the already lit fire with gasoline. The other occupants of the car began to panic Sam and Dean tried all they could to open the doors but they were locked into place.Dean leaned his back into Castiel and began to slam his feet down against the window to try and break it, but it was no use. Gabriel rubbed his hands together,he was thinking of a way to get them out of this. 

  “So what?!?”Aziraphale said. The fumes of the fire entered their lungs. Everyone except Gabriel and Jack,who was still unconscious,began to cough. Gabe was in a mediative state.

  The doors began to catch fire, then the windows. Cas began to choke. Aziraphale and Dean began to gasp for air. Crowley was unconscious behind the wheel. Sam had his flannel over his mouth. He looked over at Gabriel, silently imploring him to do something. Then it happened. Gabriel swiftly lifted an arm, snapped his finger, and suddenly-it began to rain inside the Bentley.

  Crowley’s head shot upright. He gripped the wet wheel, breathing in loudly to get oxygen into his lungs. The other occupants did the same thing. They all looked like fishes out of water. From the trunk,Adam growled. 

  Gabe cracked his finger.”Piece of cake. Is everyone alright?”

  Everyone mumbled answers. They were all still a little uneasy. It was visibly seen when Jack jolted upright. He had been passed out for half of the time, but the other half he had been seeing into what was to come. The battle that was about to go down between the four Horseman and them. But what he saw, he didn't know how to say. How could he know? It was now up to him to tell everyone that during battle, Cas would die. 

[ofjunkrcts]

OKAY HI u guys have no idea how pumped i am for this!!!!!! i almost NEVER pick up second characters so u know that means i gotta whole lot of love in my heart for this girl :’) let’s jump right in i’m so excited!!!!!!!!!

part one: the backstory!!!!

what the fuck is up im coming at u HOT with another Hot Fucking Mess say hello to my mfn BABYGIRL frankie rivera

yes frankie is a nickname no u probably don’t know what her full name is bc undersharing is the name of the game baby

born on the wrong side of the tracks…… literally! technically the trailer park she grew up in wasn’t Actually an ashmont mailing address bc heaven forbid 100% of ashmont residents aren’t stupid rich! but thanks to the wonder that is school of choice, frankie still went to ashmont high school w the gang way back when!

(sex work tw) she was raised by her single mother who was a community college dropout when a random ass hookup ended up in her being pregnant! her mom has worked two jobs all of frankie’s life to afford the basics, being a waitress at a bar by day and also a stripper by night to make that money and provide for her daughter! and even though they barely BARELY ever had enough to make ends meet, frankie’s momma is her whole HERO so watch ur mouth

because she didn’t really have much growing up and because her mom’s demanding work schedule left her with very little supervision, she resorted to petty theft at a pretty young age. sometimes it was to get things that she or her mom needed, like medicine from the gas station down the street. sometimes it was to get things that she wanted, like if she wanted fresh fruit for breakfast. and, eventually, she ended up stealing because it was what everyone expected from someone “like her”

by the time that high school came around, frankie’s tendency for theft had surpassed means of survival and had, instead, had turned into something that she couldn’t stop herself from doing. she stole clothes, makeup, accessories, art supplies, anything and everything that the world of rich kids around her made her believe that she needed but couldn’t afford on her own and she quickly found that she couldn’t stop herself

the idea that she was constantly being judged by people who looked down on her, constantly believing that there were a set of expectations she would always be held to, constantly being seen as nothing and constantly having to prove that she wasn’t worthless — all became recurring themes in her life

the first person frankie met who changed her life was a man named mel carson, the owner of carson’s automotive shop. when she was fifteen, frankie got caught attempting to shoplift from the pharmacy of the convenience store and, really, she’d just been lucky that mel had been there and convinced the owner of the store to let her go with a warning, paying for what she’d been trying to steal. and then he’d really saved her life by offering her a job at the shop

the second person frankie met who changed her life was her art teacher, junior year. coincidentally, it was another instance where she thought that she was going to end up in trouble with the law. she’d developed a love for art at a young age, but it had always seemed untouchable until the day that she began to express herself through graffiti. it was her art teacher who found her spray painting one of the back walls of the school and, instead, of reporting her to the school or to the ashmont pd for vandalism, he looked at her and saw the talent and the passion with which her work was carefully completed. he convinced her to start taking classes, gave her a place and supplies to work in his classroom, fostered her interests and encouraged her to stick with it

she did and, by some miracle, she ended up at st e’s on a scholarship for her art after spending a year at community college, which she never thought would have happened to someone like her. opening her college acceptance letter, with her mom looking on and beaming with pride, was the first time in her life that frankie truly felt like she might be able to amount to something

now she’s out here at st e’s chilling, working at the art gallery, also running a “technically illegal because you don’t have any certification” underground auto shop in the junkyard just chilling !!!!!!! 

PART 2: PERSONALITY

as far as her personality goes, frankie can probably best be described as being single minded to the point of recklessness. she has been held accountable for very few things in her life, never really had a lot of responsibilities, was never held to a very high standard, often got away with things she shouldn’t have without seeing repercussions, etc. because of that she’s always been a bit flighty and had a difficult time seeing the full extent of the consequences of her actions 

this probably..... best displays itself in her tendency to be...... overly flirtatious with uhhh everyone all the time she is so TERRIBLE about it she is so so flirty n so so ........ Like That. i dont mean 2 be that person but like........ female danny/female noah. thats her ladies!! ready n willing to sleep w anyone at almost any moment in time 

but shes super gay so jot that down xoxo

ANYWAY. it isnt that she’s not empathetic bc she IS. she gets Way Too Attached to people and then backs out before she can fully commit bc..................

she’s also a BIG TIME commitment-phobe, terrified of letting people in and seeing the parts of her that she keeps tucked away under a cool, icy, collected exterior which mostly stems from the fact that she has a lot of repressed contempt towards people who have always viewed her as lesser because of her status, social standing, etc

i might be biased but??? i love her and think she’s a good person still??? like deep down she’s such a sweetheart she really is, she likes to just hang out in the junkyard and and go through trash that people threw away and pick out pieces of things that can be built into something new and beautiful

she’s super sentimental deep down but will throw punches if anyone tries to say that, she doesn’t give a SHIT if she’s only like 5 ft tall she will fight

she’s a baby and strongly identifies in the “junk” of the junkyard n wants someone to put effort into her to make her beautiful the way that she does to everything else and that’s on that 

OKAY. PLOTS

basically i have some in my brain already but im gonna do the tldr version of them rn so that i can POST THIS. 

first of all, GIVE HER SPICY CONNECTIONS PLS kiki is the loml n my girl but shes 2 sad 2 b spicy ever in her life so LET ME HAVE A SPICY GIRL PLS

FRIENDS!!!!! she would live and die for her friends SO VERY MUCH give her some sweet wholesome plots esp someone who was perhaps her friend back in the day 

“EXES” and i put it in quotations bc its... highly unlikely that frankie was ever 1000000% committed and in a serious relationship (OR maybe she was maybe ur character was the 1 exception that broke her heart) BUT THERE R SO MANY POSSIBILITIES FOR THIS TO GO MESSY

also she needs ROOMMATES. WHO WANTS A ROOMMATE!!!!!!!!!!!

um????? hateship?????????? didnt get along??????????// still dont get along??????????? 

IDK. MY BRAIN IS SO SCATTERED BC I AM SO EXCITED N FEELING CRAZY BUT!!!!!!!!!!! ILY

[our-smooty]

Flowerbeds and Fertile Soil: Chapter 11

Fandom: Good Omens

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens, )Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer

Tags:  Kidfic, Mpreg kind of, they can choose to present however so idk, Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Vulva (Good Omens), OCs Galor, parenting, using your snake form to avoid confrontation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, if I missed a tag lemme know

Summary: They could do anything, go anywhere, all without the worry of Above or Bellow making a fuss. Even so, they mostly kept to their little patch of Eden, their cottage and garden and the simple life they’d carved out among the locals. Aziraphale opened a book shop in town, where he only occasionally sold any books (and the ones he did sell, were all modern and stocked specifically for that purpose). Crowley focused his attentions on the garden, and if he occasionally helped their elderly neighbour with her disobedient willow tree, then that was a secret no one needed to know. Lately, however, they had both been feeling rather restless, unbeknownst to each other. Aziraphale tried reorganizing his store, changing the way he tied his bowtie and even ate pizza –something he considered to be far too messy for him personally. Crowley had branched out into birdwatching, and then car maintenance (the human way), and even reading. Nothing scratched the itch for either of them.

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The news of what happened to the bookshop came to them in the form of a very early morning phone call from the London authorities a few weeks after they started the nursery. It roused Crowley from a particularly satisfying sleep. Aziraphale had already been awake as he usually was early in the morning. It had only taken listening into the first ten seconds of the phone conversation for Crowley to be wide awake and scrambling to get dressed. 

“A break-in? At the book shop?” Aziraphale parroted into the receiver. “Last night?”

“Shit,” Crowley hissed, wrestling his legs through the nearest pair of trousers he found. “Tell ‘em we’ll be there soon, ok angel?” Bottoms in place he threw on a t-shirt and jacket then began to gather together Aziraphale’s things. The angel had hung up after promising to make his way to London, and was now getting to his feet himself. 

“A break-in…” Aziraphale said again, giving Crowley a grateful look as he took the clothing. “I’m not sure--shouldn’t my alarms have gone off…?”

“Didn’t know you had an alarm system,” Crowley remarked. They were both dressed and trundling down the stairs towards the kitchen within minutes.  “Figured that’d be too high-tech.”

“Not a human one, dear. Wards, protections, that sort of thing. They should have gone off if anyone, human or otherwise, attempted to get into the shop,” Aziraphale explained as he began work on boiling the kettle. He got their two travel thermoses from the cupboard (Crowley’s own was a simple black, while Azirphales was tartan) and began to spoon in the appropriate amounts of sugar. 

Crowley was in charge of tossing together a quick breakfast for the road.  Leftover cake and biscuits might not be appropriate for a human breakfast, but he thought the angel might need to sugar. Aziraphale loved to comfort eat, and Crowley didn’t really see the harm, given that they weren’t really capable of getting sick. After he’d gotten everything together he snapped it all into the boot of the Bently and they made their way out to join it. 

“D’you mind if I drive a little faster than usual angel?” Aziraphale nodded mutely and they took off, speeding down the backroads onto the nearest motorway that would take them towards London. He swerved expertly through cars, applying judicious demonic miracles when needed. In a parting from the norm, Aziraphale remained silent, though he did cling to the armrest and door at each turn. The Bently behaved itself as well, playing something quiet and classical the entire ride. 

The two-hour trip took them a little under one and a quarter. As much as they both wanted to go straight to the bookshop, the police officer on the phone had told them to visit the station first. It was just a formality, she said. Crowley parked haphazardly in the station parking lot and ushered them inside. When the officers tried to get them into a room for questioning, he discretely snapped his fingers to make them believe they’d already given a statement. Aziraphale wasn’t looking too good, and he was still reticent while wringing his hand, so Crowley figured it was well worth the miracle to speed things along. 

The officer who had called them came with them to the bookshop. Crowley followed behind the cruiser in the Bently and didn’t even make a fuss about going exactly the speed limit. While sitting at a red light just before they got into Soho he glanced over and offered the angel an open hand. 

“Doing ok?”  Aziraphale startled a little, like he’d forgotten he wasn’t alone. Crowley kept his hand out in waiting, just in case he wanted to take it. After a few more quiet moments Aziraphale did and gave him a strained smile.

“Just worried, dearest. My wards have never failed before,” the angel said, winding and unwinding their fingers. Crowley knew it was strange. Aziraphale was Guardian of the Eastern Gate of Eden and his wards were not bypassed easily. It would take a very powerful force, or someone who knew exactly what they were doing to break them.

“We’ll get there and see what happened. Probably something stupid like a-a rat or something eating through your sigils in the foundation.” Crowley was willing that to be the case very, very hard. Because the alternative was that someone from their previous sides was still trying to mess with them and that this was a warning of sorts.

“OK, yes, you’re right.” The light turned green and Crowley followed the cruiser through. They were only 5 minutes from the shop. “I hope the books--I hope everything's alright.”

When they pulled up, the initial damage was as clear as day. Two of the front windows were smashed, and the front door was vandalized with spray paint. There was caution tape around the front steps, barely hanging on to the bannister. Aziraphale let out a little “oh”, wounded and shocked. It made Crowley’s stomach drop, though that may have just been the baby protesting all the hubbub this morning. 

“It’s ok angel, we can fix it. We can fix it,” Crowley murmured, holding Aziraphale’s hand a little more firmly. “We’ll listen to what the police-human has to say, and then when no one’s looking we’ll make it good as new again.”

Aziraphale nodded, still staring out the window. He was the one to let go of Crowley’s hand, and step out of the Bently first. Crowley followed, scrambling awkwardly out of the door. His belly was starting to cause a few issues in that department, but not so many that he was too frustrated yet. The officer they came with was also out of her cruiser and standing by the doorway. She waved to them slightly while shuffling her notes. 

“All the damage seems to be on the outside,” she explained, skimming through the reports. “Except for some scuff marks to the floor where the rocks they threw through the windows bounced.” Crowley let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. 

“That's… good,” Aziraphale said, glancing at Crowley. “Isn’t it?”

“Very good angel. We can get the windows replaced and the door repainted in no time.” He smiled in pseudo-politeness at the officer. “Did you need anything else from us or…?”

“No, no. Just wanted to make sure you made it here alright. I remember this shop from when I was a little girl, it’s such a shame really.” The officer game them her card, then got back in her car. Crowley watched her go and made sure to carefully tuck the card away. In his line of business, you never threw out a perfectly good possibly contact. It was a hard habit to break, not that he really wanted to. 

As soon as the police car cleared the corner, Crowley snapped his fingers and got rid of the outside vandalism. He even added a little mirage to it, where any human who looked at it would think it happened slowly over the course of a few days. He’d tackle the inside with more care when they got inside; Aziraphale never did like using miracles on his books unless completely necessary. 

“Come on angel, let's get inside,” he said, resting a hand gently on Aziraphale’s lower back and guiding him up the steps. The bookshop opened its door automatically as Aziraphale reached for the knob, welcoming its owner home. Crowley followed swiftly behind, immediately taking in the damage. Glass from the broken window he hadn’t miracles away when replacing them. A few deep scratches to the hardwood where the rocks had landed, one stack of books knocked over, and a medium-sized stone laying amongst the collection. Nothing unfixable. Still, his chest burned with rage and indignation over whoever had done this. 

“I-I have a broom, just in the closet over there. I’ll get it and sweep up this glass, if you could be so kind as to fix up the floor?” Aziraphale asked, not waiting for a reply before heading down the hall to retrieve the broom. Crowley didn’t object, partly because there was no reason, and partly because he knew Aziraphale had gathered himself enough to but on a brave face, which was a good sign. 

They worked quickly, and before long Azirpahale had moved on to fixing the stack of books. Crowley left him to it, knowing the angel had a specific filing system that even Crowley hadn’t quite gotten the hang of, and went to go grab lunch instead. Fortunately, the smell of fish hadn’t made him nauseous in weeks, so it was no trouble to pick up Aziraphale’s favourite sushi. When he got back the angel was just finishing up.

“Oh Crowley! I’d wondered where you’d gotten to!” he exclaimed, looking much perkier than when they’d first arrived. Organizing the books often did that, and Crowley was glad to see his love back in high spirits. 

“Just popped down the road for a bit of lunch. Got all your favourites, and said hi to the chief for you,” he explained, holding up the takeaway bags. Strictly speaking, Aziraphale’s favourite sushi place didn’t do take-out, but when Crowley had called and explained who the order was for, he hadn’t even needed to use a Temptation. 

“Thank you, dear boy. You’re so thoughtful. You didn’t walk did you?” Aziraphale left the neatly stacked pile and followed Crowley into the back room and to the little table they often used to eat at when then still lived here. “I was just getting a pick peckish.”

“Knew you would be. Everything all sorted then?” Crowley asked, setting out the containers and miracling a plate. Even if the smell wasn’t making him sick, he didn’t want to push his luck. He might try nibbling on some of the tempura, but anything more than that was tempting fate. 

“Yes, yes. It was really only that one bunch that were out of sorts, but I checked the ones around it, just in case. Nothing else seems to be amiss.” Aziraphale took sushi from the boxes onto his plate, procuring a set of white chopsticks from thin air. “I do wonder who would have done something like this. I didn’t think I had any enemies.”

“Could be some of mine. Not sure if any of them would have the guts to do something like this, but humans are surprising,” Crowley offered, watching Aziraphale stack his plate high greedily. He made no attempt to hide his stare when the angel ate these days, especially when they were alone. It was a small pleasure, one that reminded him of some of the best times he’d had with the angel over the whole lonely 6000 years. 

“It’s possible. I hadn’t realized --well, I shall just have to take another look at my wards and make sure they’re up to snuff, so nothing like this can happen again.” Aziraphale seemed much calmer than when they’d arrived, which in turn helped Crowley to settle down. Yes, this was probably a one-off, just like he’d said in the car. Everything was fine. He leaned back on the familiar sofa, resting his hands on the swell of his stomach. 

“I can add some of my own. Always meant to, but I thought you might have accused me of meddling. And then we moved…” The purchase of the cottage had only come weeks after they’d confessed to each other, in the whirlwind of new and exciting experiences. He’d forgotten his intention to do anything with the bookshop's protections as soon as he’d been caught up making their new home safe. 

“That would be marvellous dear. My protections may be strong, but yours are cunning.” They lapsed back into a short silence, Aziraphale enjoying the delicate sushi and Crowley enjoying Aziraphale. It was a familiar scene, one that had played out hundreds of times in the backroom. Crowley basked in it, taking comfort in the ritual. In his relaxed state, his mind began to wander, flitting down to the subtle rolling he could feel in his belly. 

“They’ve been calm since we got inside you know. Thank they can tell this is one of your spaces.” Aziraphale paused just as he was about to pop a piece of nigiri into his mouth. The round redness of his mouth curved into a smile. 

“I won’t pretend the shop isn’t a sort of nest. It would be impossible to argue that,” Aziraphale laughed, getting up from his armchair to settle down beside the demon and lay a hand on his belly as well. “They’re getting so big, do you really think it’s only going to be 9 months?”

“If it's like a human baby.” Crowley had half expected his corporation to work differently, but they were still all created in her image, even if he was a demon. 

“Have you--have you thought about names?” Aziraphale asked, his voice barely a whisper. This was one of those topics that was clearly on the edge of being too much for Crowley, and the demon appreciated Aziraphale’s tentative approach. He was happy, comfortable and in a familiar space. She felt safe, despite the vandalism that had taken place not 24 hours ago. 

“Not really, been calling them something in my head though. Just a silly nickname.” Over the past few weeks, as the baby had become more and more active and begun to kick Crowley in the ribs with increasing fervour he’d needed a name to call them when he became exasperated. 

“Do tell! That is, if you’re comfortable.” Crowley miracled up his own pair of chopsticks. He carefully gathered a delicate piece of Tamago to feed to the angel. The way Aziraphale’s face lit up at the sweet, delicate morsel was enchanting. 

“I’ve been calling them Sprout. S’silly, I know, but--” Aziraphale cut him off with a muffled sound and a quick flap of his hand. 

“No no,” he said, once he’d swallowed, “I haven’t thought of a permanent name either, nevermind a nickname. And Sprout is very… fitting I think.” 

Hearing the nickname out loud, nevermind in the angel’s voice, made Crowley’s cheeks heat up and his heart flutter. There was a mild fluttering in his belly as well, that he assumed came from the baby being disturbed by the poking and prodding at his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah I thought so too.” He grabbed himself a bit of tempura leak and nibbling on it. “Dunno about real names, but we have time right?”

“Yes, of course. Do let me know when you have any ideas.” Aziraphale leaned forward over his lunch again, quickly demolishing the selection Crowley had picked up. “Do you think, dearest, that you could help me with the wards after lunch. Only if you aren’t already tired from going out, and driving us here.”

Crowley did a mental once over of himself and decided he was alright. His back ached a little, and his feet were a tad swollen, but nothing serious enough to stop him making the bookshop safe. They should probably do his Mayfair flat, while they were in London, though they’d need to extend their stay overnight. Crowley was sure that he couldn’t pull off two warding ceremonies in one day. 

“Sure angel. We can do my old place tomorrow maybe? Is the bed upstairs still fit to use?” he asked. Even though it was just after mid-day, he was beginning to feel a little sleepy. He’d always enjoyed napping, but it’d been sporadic, a few hours here, a week there. Now Crowley took almost daily naps, only two or three hours long at a time but extremely regular. Not to mention the vandalism had him feeling a little nostalgic and protective over the bookshop. It’d be nice to sleep in the first bed they shared as a couple again. 

Aziraphale looked off into the distance, like he was thinking hard about something, then snapped. “It should be now. Fancy a kip then?” 

“Mmhm, missed that stupid, fluffy bed of yours.” Truly a hedonist, Aziraphale’s bed was the softest, most extravagant thing Crowley had ever seen. Almost too much, which was why their bed at home was a little more reserved. But still, it was nice to enjoy a little bit of excessive luxury sometimes.

“Well then, let me just finish up here and then we can bang out those wards lickity-split so you can get to your nap. Thank you again dear, not just for lunch but for driving us here and handling the humans so well. You really do take such good care of me.”

“Pshaw, I do no such thing,” Crowley scoffed, nuzzling into the fluffy curls near Aziraphale’s ear. As the nausea had subsided, so did his sporadic distaste of the angel’s scent, much to both of the relief. 

“Whatever you say, dear. Don’t get too comfortable. I’m just going to finish this last roll, then we can start. So thoughtful of you, to get my favourite maki with tuna. My clever, attentive serpent.” Crowley made a noise of embarrassment and hid his face further in Aziraphale’s neck, pleased that he’d made his angel happy. 

Forbidding his eyes from closing, and his mind from drifting off, Crowley waited until Aziraphale was ready to get to work. The wards wouldn’t take too long--not with their combined experience--and then he could luxuriate in the bedroom for a good few hours. Maybe he’d be able to convince Aziraphale to bring his book to bed and join him. They’d gotten into the habit while Crowley had still been getting sick all the time and the angel had wanted to be close, but Crowley hoped they could keep doing it now. It wouldn’t be hard to convince Aziraphale at all, not if Crowley let him rest a hand on his belly as he slept, at least.

[alonzotheeboy]

If you want to talk about it, I would sure love to hear about that original thing you want to write!

…Goddamn it…

This is gonna be so incomprehensible if i say the FULL picture so imma just tell you the basic plot right up to when it starts to get COMPLICATED

Basically, it starts with two dudes, they dont know each other but they do go to the same school and are on the opposite sides of the spectrum. I found a doc i had made like 2 years ago that lists everyones name and these two characters are named Toby and Mathew. Toby is a track star and super popular while Mathew is just kinda getting by and sticking to himself. It’s a pretty normal world besides the fact that 50 years ago super heros were a big thing and people with powers were respected and stuff but now everyones kinda weary of superhumans since shit went down and they cant be trusted. 

So basically one night, Toby’s friends wanted to do some illegal shit and Toby tags along and they spray paint or some dumb shit like that. The cops show up and his friends dip out on him and now he’s running from the cops. It gets to a point where he might get caught when he suddenly just kinda zooms away and that’s when he finds out he has super speed and endurance. It’s pretty devastating for him because he’s scared that people will call him a cheat cause he’s a track star with super speed, and the cops will find him and lock him away for being a super and it’s all pretty horrible for him.

On the opposite side of town, Mathew was just sitting on the couch and didn’t wanna get up to get the remote so he just kinda

And that’s how he finds out that he has telekinesis.

Now the next day, it’s big news that there’s a super in town cause the cops obviously reported that shit and everyones on the lookout for the kid with super speed, especially a lady who I’ve named Maricela. She goes looking for the kid with super speed but instead of focusing on the track star cause its too obvious, she looks for the loners who look like they know somethings wrong with them and that’s how she finds Mathew.

She confronts him when he’s walking home alone and at first he’s like “lmao, no.” But then she shows him that she has the power to create fire from her hands and that’s when he’s like “holy shit im not alone.” and tells her that he has telekinesis which she’s like “that’s not what i was looking for, but

He can’t show her that he has telekinesis cause he can’t control his powers all too well so she just takes him to a junkyard and has him try and throw junk around with his mind but can’t even pick a bottle up. She’s like “Okay lol, thought u had something cool but i guess not.” And that upsets him af ton and it’s enough to get him to throw a car across the lot and she’s like “bingo.”

That’s when she tells him her plan to take over the city and get back at anyone who ever turned their back on supers. He asks her why it’s so important to her and she tells him about this program they had a few years back that promised to help train super children so she put her son in it hoping that he’d have a good education without being separated because of his powers. But the program was a sham and the people behind it were just trying to see how super humans worked by using young super children that didn’t know how to use their powers yet and couldn’t fight back. She only found this out after the kids revolted and tried to burn the whole place down, killing everyone, even the children. Almost every super child had been put into the program so they lost an entire generation of supers, and even though Maricela knows the truth, that’ doesn’t mean everyone else does. The government twisted the story and told the public that the super children became mad with power and couldn’t be controlled and that’s what started the whole stigma of super=bad

Now shes heard talk about a new program being instilled and she’s certain it’s to just drag supers out of hiding and she’s not gonna let that happen. She strikes a deal with Mathew and says that if he helps her, she’ll train him on how to use his powers. After hearing her story, Mathews on board and they both decide to team up and stop whatever’s going on.

It starts off after weeks of training that to where they think he’s good enough to use his powers if he concentrates on bad emotions, and they find out that the funds for the new program are being kept in a safe in a bank. They break in using disguises, she uses her fire to scare everyone away, and he gets to work on unlocking the vault from the inside out using his powers. They get it open and burn all of the money and dip.

The news goes crazy and the city is like “Omfg supervillains.” and that’s when we cut back to Toby who’s still distressed about his own powers. He sees the news and is like “the cops cant fight supervillains. Only superheroes can.” and that’s when he’s like “fuck it. Hero time.” and finds a purpose.

So he listens in on police scanners and when he hears about the villains planning to burn down a construction sight, he puts on his own disguise as to not out himself and goes off.

Unlike Mathew, he can use his powers pretty well, so when Maricella tells Mathew to take him on while she finishes the job, it’s an all out battle that surprisingly ends with Toby overshooting and running off the edge of the building and almost falling to his death except he’s *gasp* saved by Mathew who’s using his powers without focusing on negative emotions. He just wants to do the right thing and that doesn’t involve letting some dude fall to his death.

He pulls Toby up and him and Merci dip once again without finishing the job so now the news is going crazy about a superhero who stopped the supervillains.

While this is all going on, they’ve been living their normal lives and going to school and stuff and that’s when they get assigned as lab partners and have to work together outside of school. So it’s just them hanging out together and slowly becoming legit friends before one leaves and then 5 mins later they meet again except in their super disguises and beat each other up. They don’t know it’s each other until one day when their fighting as Merci burns some shit up, that Mathews mask fall tf off and Toby’s like “oh shit.” and Mathew and Merci dip out of there with Toby knowing it’s someone he knows underneath the mask.

So now Mathews paranoid that a superhero is going to expose him and Toby’s still like “oh shit.” So it’s hella awkward the next day. Toby doesn’t say shit and when they confront each other again in their disguises their alone, and Mathews like “Just expose me pussy.” And Toby’s like “bro, it’s me.” and they’re both like “oh shit.”

They avoid each other like the fucking plague in school and just pretend they don’t know each other when they’re in super mode. Mathew doesn’t tell Merci shit cause she’s in a “i want that fast af twink obliterated” mode cause Toby keeps fucking up her plans and Mathew doesn’t want her going after him. It goes on like that for a few weeks until Toby just shows up at his house one day and says “we needa fucking talk.” and they do, and they decide to just be friends when they can and keep the super business out of their main life.

And that’s when they start catching feelings for each other and this is where it starts getting complicated. I’ll see how this does and maybe i’ll write a part two or better yet, make an actual fic about it on ao3 but og stories dont do well on there so idk

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

Skincare/ makeup culture ☕️

oooh. i’ll divide this post into two parts: makeup culture and skincare culture.

(1.) makeup culture.

i think everyone knows that I’ve never liked makeup, mostly because I had relatively bad cystic acne throughout high school, that reacted badly to all of the makeup that my sister used (but most particularly her l’oreal foundation). I think makeup culture is particularly harmful to young girls, like the makeup youtube channels that are run by the parents I suppose of 8 year olds, where the 8yo is the actual youtuber.

like don’t get me wrong, i know young girls like playing with makeup (I actually did when I was that age, funnily enough)….. but the fact that professional or just plain fucking ridiculously expensive makeup palettes are now being marketed to girls in bloody primary/grade/elementary school, is just fucking wrong. and yeah there’s the post on here about how some younger girls are finding themselves ugly when they don’t wear properly applied makeup or something like that. and that breaks my heart. why the fuck should a young girl be made to feel ugly if she can’t blend like josiemaycosmetics (I made that up btw idk any makeup channels besides Jeffree star, James Charles and that tatti woman tbh) and can’t afford the bullshit Too Faced $98 powered foundation, $65 Sunday Riley blush (I roughly remember the price of this particular blush bc my sister bought it for me for my 20th birthday so that I could according to her “look good for uni” but I never actually used it lmao… and it’s no longer sold here in australia) and Kylie Jenner’s overpriced lip kits and idk Smashbox “photo finish” primer priced between $AU23-$AU55????

like I had this bad enough in fucking HIGH SCHOOL with my sister telling me that I’d “never get a boyfriend” or “never get a date for the formal/junior prom” if I didn’t spend hundreds of $$$$ for a good face of makeup and didn’t spend hours and hours learning how to do my own makeup. or how last year for my uni grad, she made out that I’d ruin my own uni grad if we didn’t spend $250 on the makeup artist we got for me….. where I unfortunately found out that my skin reacts to MAC products 😭😨 bc the MUA used MAC concealer and foundation. my sister also expected me to remember the setting spray the woman used for my makeup, when I was there from like 4:30am till like 6:45am and i was barely fucking awake. the setting spray probably could’ve easily cost over $100. let’s be real here. like why am I expected to remember shit that early in the morning???

one of my least favourite things with makeup culture is that you’re not meant to fuck it up in any way, shape or form. like when my sister did my makeup for my two high school formals/proms (year 10 & year 12) she constantly told me not to scratch my face while she was doing it (but it made me itchy, hooray for L’Oréal being shit lmao)…. not to fuck it up while I ate at those events….. and she didn’t let me eat before my uni grad last year bc “you’d definitely fuck up your makeup. don’t you dare scratch your face at all today!” like for someone who has hypersensitive/highly reactive skin that she has to scratch when it’s itchy….. and also loves fucking stuffing her face with food….. expecting me to never touch/scratch my face and to practically starve myself to preserve the integrity of my makeup (that i ended up paying for some in the end anyway) for an event is fucking stupid and over-restrictive.

like i always hated the way that the kardashians ate on KUWTK bc it looked so fucking mechanical and whatever bc they had to obvs preserve their makeup while shooting and also look nice for the camera. like why the fuck am I expected to eat ~like that~ when I have a faceload of MU on???? FUCK OFF. I will scratch it off. I will smear the food all over my face (ok not really) and eat however I motherfucking want, thank you very fucking much. like for my uni grad last year I was up from 4am and my grad ended at like 12:30pm….. so I didn’t have food til about 12:35 when I left the hall. and the whole time while I was eating my sister kept reminding me to not fuck up my makeup that we’d spent $250 on. JUST LET ME FUCKING EAT WOMAN, I SWEAR TO FUCK. lmao.

the last thing I hate the most about makeup culture is that like….. I absolutely hate makeup like I said above….. but once I have it on I feel pretty and cry a bit bc I’ll just never learn to do it myself…. mostly bc I couldn’t be bothered…. bc I save hundreds, if not thousands of $$$$ from not buying all the bullshit essential items you need just for a ~basic no makeup, makeup look~, and bc my hands have never been steady enough to use some of the things, like false eyelashes and eyelash curlers or liquid eyeliner/normal eyeliner….. 

but yeah. I just hate that it makes me feel pretty???? but I also feel good and more natural without it???? and I’ll never like my sister’s comment that: “you’re the prettier one out of the two of us…. but if only you hurried up and learnt to do your makeup, you’d be even prettier” or some dumb semi-condescending shit comment she’s said to me like that before. like why is the only way a woman can be pretty (other than some clothes that make her feel good) by smearing 100s/1000s of dollars worth of makeup on???? like why the fuck am I expected to spend all that money when a good bulk of men will never bother with the male makeup trend anyway???? like why am I expected to act differently when I basically just have grown up face-paint on lmao???? I’ve never felt natural in makeup, I’ve always felt awkward and like…. not sound like an cringey edgelord emo kid…. but i never felt ~real~ wearing makeup lmao. just yeah.

but yeah I also understand makeup is an art and I appreciate that. makeup culture is so fucked on all sides for women.

(2.) skincare culture:

now skincare culture is different for me. considering that, like I said before, I had relatively bad cystic acne…. and I’ve since also developed eczema during the winter months….. so I’ve had to develop a good skincare routine over the years to keep my skin under control. but again, there are parts that I don’t like about skincare culture…. like women are typically meant to spend, again, hundreds and if not thousands of dollars on super expensive skin creams (some of which I’ve tried) to fix their fine lines, their laugh lines, their crows feet, their blemishes, their birth marks and cellulite…… the list truly goes on and on….. and on top of that (well this hellsite which isn’t entirely accurate) I’m, or we as women, are expected to teach all of that to men in their 20s???? like fuck off. why and how the fuck didn’t they get the fucking memo to look after their own goddamned skin???? like my 20s are already tiring enough, and now I gotta pass on important skincare advice to men, who could easily fucking find it themselves online???? lord help their asses lmao.

but other than the men bit…. yeah skincare culture is just as bad as makeup culture. like when Cosmo mag was still running in australia, more than half of the shit the women at Cosmo were advertising as part of their skincare routines were literally $300 night treatment creams or moisturisers; $150 facial cleansers; or $500 skin peels, or $600 appointments at dermatologists and skin therapies like electrolysis that I’ll probs never be able to afford. like one of the luxury brands that I LOVE (💖) is Mario badescu bc the two pimple treatments that i sometimes I use from them (the drying lotion and the anti-acne serum) are the ONLY two acne treatments that have NEVER made my face turn red and my skin peel off (besides a really good neutrogena one that Neutrogena discontinued 😭). every other chemist bought pimple treatment cream makes my skin peel off/itchy/turn red. but sadly the two Mario badescu treatments are priced over $50 if bought together (ones now $31 (formerly $28, this one’s great bc it dries clear), the other is like $26, this one dries pink). so the chemist bought ones like the ones by Clearasil or OXY10 are my saviours at $11.99-$12.99, even though they dry out my skin to buggery and leave big white marks on my face bc they both dry white lmao. but I’ve gotta suffer that for the price of beauty lmao.

also there’s expensive face washes (or skin care program packs etc) from Paula’s choice that I love.... but again they were like $35 for a 400ml bottle and $25 for a fucking 150ml or 250ml bottle. now the one i like is $20 for 177ml, which is a rip off. some of the other luxury things that I’ve tried (via free samples) that don’t work, like Kate Somerville (priced at like $65 and over), Philosophy and god knows what else that i’ve bought from Mecca Cosmetica, which is the Aussie version of Sephora in the past. and yes, for acne treatments, i’ve used pro-activ before. it was ok… but i never used it in high school, after the awful time we had trying to cancel our subscription to it back in the day for my sister lol.

also can we talk about the ultrasonic face brush systems that are still raging strongly??? like they’re also super rip offs, especially with buying replacement heads for $35 a pop. like I’ve had a Clarisonic for years (that I’ve stopped using, admittedly)…. the model was roughly $250 when I got it for my like 19th birthday. now they’re even more expensive at like $315 for the latest “clarisonic mia fit cleansing system” which is linked on the $315. or now there’s the foreo that costs anywhere between $75 (the cheapest model) to fucking almost $400… ie $395. the replacement heads for the clarisonic and i suppose replacement like pads or something for the foreo are meant to be replaced every three months “for optimum cleansing” or whatever. like $35 every three months is a lot to maintain after a while. also using the clarisonic added like 10 extra minutes to my showers/general skincare routine bc you’re meant to use it for five mins or whatever and then spend another 5mins washing it out to make sure that it doesn’t collect mould and buildup too much soap residue. it was just a lot of effort to use, even if it did make me feel like i had a better and deeper face washing routine.

and yes, i know there’s Lush. both my sister and i (but more my sister) were obsessed with Lush back in high school, after one of our sydney cousins introduced it to us. but Lush’s skincare stuff for pimples just never worked for us. it made me breakout more, actually. but their old apple pie and choc-orange lip balms were the BOMB. it’s a pity that they no longer make them tbh. their jelly soaps were fun to use and smelt nice too. i can’t remember much else about lush tbh lmao.

for face masks, i’ve found that store/chemist bought formula 10.0.06 or whatever works the best for my skin. but the push, especially again in cosmo and other places, to buy more expensive face-masks and like designer FMs that you should really ask a professional to use first imo, is fucking harmful, especially when you’ve got ones that take off the whole top layer of skin from your face (like the famous and the overly popular charcoal face peel masks), or so i’ve read. like it’s yikes out there. please be safe with these masks, ya’ll. and the same goes for making your own organic face masks, considering that i’ve seen posts on here about using lemon juice which is bad for your skin??? idk anyway. i also hate how with the face masks i buy, there’s about 6 different “skin-illuminating”/“skin brightening”/”skin detoxing” etc masks, that all essentially do the same fucking thing. just keep it at one and fucking go; for gods fucking sake lmao.

but yeah, skincare culture does suck just as much as makeup culture, considering that is heavily focused on women’s self-esteem and wallets…. and barely ever focuses on men. like it’s a double-edged sword tbh.

also as side notes: why the actual fuck are makeup companies still giving their makeup shades or makeup lines sexual names???? like i just found a fucking blush shade by NARS, in my research for this post, called “Orgasm”???? like what the FUCK is wrong with ya’ll??? like y’all actually have the fucking AUDACITY to really make 8 year olds say that in their makeup tutorial videos as well??? “our best selling orgasm collection” sweet lord. that sounds bad. y’all need to sort your shit out, and so do the people who name nail polish shades.. 

the other worrying general beauty trends that i keep getting on my facebook newsfeed are the teeth whitening systems like hismile and at home laser treatment machines… and then also the charcoal toothpastes to whiten your teeth. oh and also the facial skin “vacuums”, that suck out dirt/oil and your blackheads/pimples etc from your pores. stay safe out there everyone, and do your bloody research. don’t believe the reviews and the hype.

also finally: take your skin type and skin condition/(s) into account if you want to use any of the things that I’ve mentioned that I use/have used on this post. or that I’ve just generally mentioned, like the Clarisonic and the foreo. because what works for me, might not work for you. I’m not a skincare expert or dermatologist. check with your doctor or a skincare professional or whatever before you start using some of these things, even if you might think that it’s stupid & pointless to do so.