#ughhhh i hate cover letters

[3am-cheerios]

the good: i found 2 really good internship opportunities for the summer

the bad: application deadlines for both are friday

[guinevereslancelot]

the horrors are horroringggg

[jayjj7]

chapter 19. puppy (written)

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as you wait for yunjin to arrive to class, you pull out her flash card notes she let you borrow. it really was sweet of her to let you borrow them without question and out of the kindness of her own heart. when you first received them, you copied them down and realized that she might be actually going somewhere in life, unlike yourself. you never really gave much thought as to what you would do in life and always said ‘it’s a problem for later’…but that later is soon.

before your thoughts were able to get too depressing you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“hey!” yunjin greets you as she sits down next you, placing her bag on the table

“hey yunjin, here are your flash cards thank you so so much really” you hand her the pack of cards neatly without a fold or imperfection on them.

“y/n, i told you it was no problem” she tilts her head and smiles. “besides, i needed to pay back the favor for you helping me study” yunjin smiles as she flips through her own cards.

“that was no big deal really, i’m happy to help whenever you need it” believe it or not, you shocked yourself with your own words. was that too bold?

“likewise- oh by the way, the professor assigned a pop quiz this thursday” yunjin breaks the news to you.

“oh great” you roll your eyes and open your laptop.

the professor you and yunjin have talks pretty fast while giving lessons, even with the powerpoint slides he has, its hard to keep up with what he’s saying. as you write as fast as you can to keep up with the important information he’s giving, you misspell a word that can’t be fixed with writing the correct letter over it in darker ink.

damn

you reach out to grab yunjin’s correction tape but instead you’re met with warm, soft, delicate skin.

“oh sorry go ahead” you apologize because after all it is her correction tape.

“no no use it! it’s fine!” yunjin whispers

“it’s your correction tape, you can use it”

“y/n please-“

“HEY” a loud voice over the speakers interrupts the both of you. in response you both look up out of fear.

“quiet down” the professors stern voice shoots at both of you, ending the debate on who gets to use the correction tape. after calling you guys out and having the whole room turn to inspect the cause of disruption, he continues the lesson.

you and yunjin slowly turn your heads to look at each other before she smiles and picks up the correction tape and puts it in your hand.

“that was so embarrassing” you cover your face as you stand up from seat. class had just ended and you wanted to get out of that room more than anything.

“hey its okay! everyone will forget about it by next class” yunjin tries to cheer you up and pats the side of your arm.

“ughhhh” you groan out as you toss your bag over your shoulder. “i hate him so much, he’s so annoying. we weren’t even that loud! also why does he even care it’s not like we-“ as you continue to complain yunjin just nods and smiles at you. not realizing that you guys are walking out of class together, out of the science building, into the cafeteria just talking about the professor and the work.

while you and yunjin were grabbing food in the cafeteria she interrupts you by laughing.

“y/n you’re really funny” yunjin grabs a piece of bread and puts it on your plate. “you make everything seems so interesting”

you both walk to sit down at a table while you try to remain calm from yunjin’s sudden compliment.

“you know, we should really hangout besides just studying” yunjin suggests as she takes a bite of the rice she picked up.

“yeah id love to”

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[lovedrruunk]

'Mango Letters ♡⸝⸝💌⊹˖➴

Venture (Overwatch) x GN Reader

[Established Relationship!]

Authors note!!!; DID U MISS MEEE??? also...IM SO SORRYYY!!!! BUT I THINK IM JUST GONNA START WRITING WHAT I WANT :((( i realized im sososo bad with requests like genuinely ughhhh!! Ill def do some every now and then tho! Anyways im just clearing out my drafts cuz I’ve come to the realization that this is literally tumblr and my posts don’t have to be perfect lmao, enjoy!!

75 days 18 hours 46 minutes and 3 seconds. That's how long it had been since you've seen your partner Sloan. Being with them you knew how devoted they were to their work and how much it required them to travel but on pretty days like this one when the weathers just right and the flowers are in full bloom and the sunset is the perfect hue of orange, you couldn't help but wish they were by your side.

And although they were thousands of miles away they always made sure to send you physical manifestations of their love.

Through love letters of course!!!

It had been a tradition ever since they had started going on longer expeditions for them to send you things in the mail. So there in your shared closet in a cute little shoebox on the top shelf, laid all their feelings on coffee stained papers. Little crystals the same color as your eyes, maps with all the places they wanted to take you, polaroids of them doing silly faces, and your favorite part, the sweet scent of mango that came with it all.

And so although they weren't by your side, their feelings were. Their longing, their excitement, their thoughts, all in the palm of your hands covered in all types stickers and doodles.

Sitting outside on the porch of your shared home enjoying the calm breeze you smile holding the most recent letter delivered. Inhaling deeply catching the hints of mango as you carefully open it.

Dear Beloved,

It's been so looong!!! I can feel myself aging without you! Hope this letter finds you well! Notice how I used "beloved"? Fancy huh? Arn't I just the most romantic partner ever? (don't answer that.) This is my fifth time trying to write this and it's annoying the crew so this is my last chance before they jump me... It's just so hard y'know!? It has to be perfect. Perfect for you. Is that cringe? That was cringe sorry! I miss you lots and I think about you all the time... You'd love Petra! A camel ate my shemagh... but It's whatever. I'll buy a new one tomorrow, I'll get one for you too so don't worry! Now that I'm thinking about it the days seem to be going by pretty slow and I'm not sure if I like it much. Like I said I miss you a lot and it stinks being away from you for this long. Can't you just book a flight over here? Can't you do that for me pretty pleaseee? That's ridiculous? Okay just say you hate me and never want me to come back, just say you don't love me at all and want me to get stuck in a cave foreva. Just kidding! or am I?... (I am! >ᴗ<)

I like to imagine you’re missing me really bad counting down the seconds till I get back, which by the way I am too so don’t feel the need to deny it! I can see it now… You all shriveled up like a raisin crawling on the floor going “sloannn… sloannnn…” because of how bad you miss me hehe. Just kidding again! It’s probably the opposite let’s be real… I’m going insane without you seriously, I started talking to the hieroglyphics yesterday and the crew even caught me tasting some rocks earlier (sos!!!!)

But speaking of, they’re rushing me to “turn the lights off already” what a bunch of buzzkills ammarite? Promise to show up in my dreams okay? Who am I kidding, you’re always there regardless. Sweet dreams ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

p.s they really wanna meet you!

p.p.s take care okay? I’ll be home before you know it!!!

Yours truly,

(so romantic!!!)

“(๑´>᎑<)~*”

[montanabohemian]

anyone on this trash pit of a website wanna help me out with updating my resume? and writing a cover letter.

[imsotired0]

I swear to god that I'm gonna kill myself soon ughhhh

I wish I could kill myself but like not die

I want everyone around me to cry over little bitch boy max while I continue living

I don't wanna be gone I just want everyone to love me

and the only way they will ever fucking love me is if I get up out if bed and down a aspirin bottle

But I'm to fucking lazy to do that huh?

I'm already snuggled up in bed and warm and to lazy to go one door down and grab a pencil sharper

I'm do depressed to be depressed lmao

And tomorrow I'll see my family,and I'll smile, and I'll tell myself that life's worth living, then I'll see my girlfriend hit me again, then ill be ashamed for my hyperfixations again, then my mom will tell me I have nothing to be depressed about even when she knows a can and will make myself bleed again.

And I cant even let myself bleed

Her and her friends have been talking about me, even though it's been a year since she put words in my mouth

Apparently I show off my self harm even though when I sh I had gym and couldn't help it.

They expect me to cover up and be ashamed

But im not

You can't even see it anymore

And I'm too scared because I don't want her to hate me even though I have not said a single fucking word to her.

I don't want to because when my friend broke up with her girlfriend it was "because she self harms" EVEN THOUGH ALL SHE DID WAS OPEN UP TO YOU

AND ALL YOU DID WAS BLAME HER

AND EVERYONE BLAMES HER

EVERYONE WILL BLAME ME

AND EVERYONE WILL HATE ME

I HAVE TO BE HAPPY

I HAVE TO BE HAPPY

I HAVE TO BE HAPPY

I HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY

I'm so tired

I want this to be over

I'm so fucking unoriginal

I'm a depressed tean ranting on TUMBLR IN 2022 WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I have this bitch looking like the get out of my head poem or all work and no play makes jack a dull boy

And I hate it

I hate that I can't talk to anyone

I hate that no one will read all of this

I hate that I have to convince my girlfriend to even look me in the eye, yet I left a love letter in her locker

Fuck I'm lying now

We don't have lockers

I left it in her art shelf

Which means she probably didn't see it

Why am I writing this?

Shouldn't I just go back and fix the line?

I don't want to

I'm so lazy to do anything

I can't even scroll up and just fix the goddamned line

I can't do anything right

I can't fucking breathe anymore without someone judging me

And if I am anything other then happy I will lose my girlfriend

I'll lose my friends

Again

I worked so hard for friends

New friends I mean

After she blamed me everyone sorta split

One friend stayed with me

4 friends stayed with her

The others sit in the middle

I'm only allowed to interact with them with she's not around

I can say hi to my friends in 7th period

But heaven forbid I even look at their table during art

Ooo she gets mad over that

She tells off my friends for doing stuff with me even though we have theater

I HAVE TO FUCKING PRACTICE

And I ruin their lives too

My in the middle friends I mean

I ruin everything

But I'm not allowed

One of my friends about 2 years back or so had a online friend.

He is (mostly) aroace, but he had a massive crush on his friend.

Then they killed themselves

Then he tried to kill himself

4 times

I got the idea of cutting from him actually

I saw is arm one day

A month later as I was yelling over contacts (fucking pathetic ik) I got the idea

I still had my sharper from the beginning of the year

I'd grab some scissors

Take the blade out

And cut my self

I think my mom knew that night

She kept my out in the living room long enough for it to die down

When I did it I wasn't blinded by rage or sadness

I was entirely sober

Which made it worse

Now I cant be anything but happy

Or he will get sad and make is 5th or 6th attempt

And if I lose him I'm killing myself

One of my friends is my girlfriends identical twin.

We met first actually

And she is definitely jealous I care about her sister more

And of course everything is wrong in her perfect world

Her schedule 'sucks' and that was enough for her to try to kill herself

Twice

And I'm so tired to deal with someone who randomly makes suicide letters in art class and someone who have brake downs after the first mention of suicide

So I have to support her

And him

It sucks

But I have to

Or she'll attempt again

And if I lose her im killing myself

Alright im out of my fit mostly im probably gonna go read smut or watch porn or something

I don't even like porn lmao

If you read this you are a slay 💅

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 24

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People were starting to settle down as the night stretched on.

Chat felt kind of weird about the sleepover, if he was being honest. He was technically the host, but he hadn’t planned any of the activities. They also hadn’t let him help out at all. Sure, it seemed they were throwing the sleepover for him, but it felt weird to not be involved at all when it was being held in his own room.

(He also wasn’t stupid enough to think that they had decided to do the sleepover for purely innocent reasons. Rena and Ladybug were paying just a little bit too much attention for it to be mere curiosity. He had nothing to hide except for the trash and clothes he’d stuffed in his closet to make his room look cleaner, though, so he was fine with it.)

Still, it was kind of nice.

He looked at the other four.

Carapace was sitting cross-legged a few feet away, his back facing away from everyone as he worked on his bracelets. He was singing random showtunes to himself, but his singing was getting cut off at random due to his giggles at whatever he was doing. Chat tried to peek over his shoulder and Carapace gave an overexaggerated gasp and flung himself across the floor to keep the bracelets out of his sight.

“No peeking!”

“Alright! Alright!” Said Chat, shaking his head exasperatedly even as a smile threatened to make its way across his face.

Carapace narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously for a moment before slowly returning to his spot.

Ladybug was apparently only half awake, though it was hard to tell if this was the effect of the wine or the lack of coffee. Carapace had given her his hoodie when he’d seen her shivering and now she was swamped in the fabric. This didn’t seem to bother her, though, as she barely swayed in time with his singing.

Rena had finished all her bracelets for everyone already, opting to just make braids of each of their costume colors. Now she was weaving thread into Chloe’s hair.

Chloe was putting the finishing touches on her fifth bracelet. They were all the same, alternating black and yellow threads. Still, it took a while to make all the knots necessary for hers.

He looked down at the friendship bracelet attempts in his hands and bit his lip. The strings he’d chosen were knotted and bent awkwardly and, really, it was beyond repair --.

He gave up, tossing down the attempts and grabbing new strings. He started just spelling out everyone’s hero names on strings that were the colors of everyone’s eyes.

“Done,” he said, his ears burning with shame. He didn’t know anything about friendship bracelets or friendships and general and if it wasn’t clear to everyone before they’d definitely have figured it out now --.

“Wow. Amazing job, Chat. You’re a master craftsman,” said Chloe, sarcasm dripping from every letter she spoke.

“You… you don’t have to wear it.”

Chloe scoffed. “Shut up. I’m never taking it off.”

“Oh… but you don’t have to, really --.”

“I’m. Wearing. It. Screw. Off.”

“... okay,” he said, a tiny smile playing at his lips.

He gave everyone else theirs and, though he noticed they were all putting them on their ankles where they’d be harder for people to see, he couldn’t help but be happy that they were accepting them at all.

Carapace held up his five completed bracelets with a bright smile. “Tada!”

He walked around and started tying them to everyone’s wrists.

Chat saw both of the bugs look confused as they read over the block letters on theirs, Rena gave a short puff of laughter when she saw hers, and then he finally got to see his...

FURRY.

He rolled his eyes at Carapace but let him tie the bracelet to his ankle.

“What’s a ‘buggie’?” Said Chloe in a voice that said she was pretty sure she didn’t want to know.

“It’s a furry, but for bugs.”

“... how do you know that?” Asked Ladybug, sinking back into Carapace’s/her hoodie with a yawn.

“A few years back I joked that I was a furry and someone told me I was technically a ‘scaley’. Obviously, I had to know if everyone else was a furry after that or something else.”

Rena snickered. “Likely story.”

“It’s true!”

“Hm. Sure. Chloe, I’m done with you. Ladybug --.”

“I have an important meeting for work tomorrow, sorry.”

“Fine. Chat, c’mere.”

He hesitated before he made his way over and allowed her to start messing with his hair obediently.

Chloe shuffled over to Ladybug. There was a beat before Ladybug lifted the bottom of the hoodie and allowed Chloe to climb inside.

Carapace groaned. “Why are you stretching out my hoodie?”

Ladybug smiled and brought a hand up to stretch the neck so Chloe could pop her head out the top. “Forgot it was yours, honestly.”

“I hate you.”

“Guess I won’t fix this, then.”

“Wait -- Ladybug -- listen -- I didn’t mean it --.”

Ladybug and Chloe laid back and stuck their tongues out at him in unison. Carapace glared halfheartedly at them for a little while before walking over and laying on top of them.

“Ughhhh get off you’re heavy,” complained Ladybug. “You’re going to crush me.”

“Good. I’m squashing two annoying bugs.”

“Renaaaaa,” tried Chloe.

“Can’t help right now, I’m doing Chat’s hair.”

“Rena,” tried Carapace.

There was a moment’s hesitation before Rena gently tugged Chat over so she could help Carapace smother the two and still add colors to his hair.

“Nooooooo…”

“Chat help,” Ladybug squeaked, reaching out a hand in an attempt to pull him closer for help.

He considered the hand for a minute before pointedly looking away, a smile pulling at his lips.

Ladybug mumbled a curse and resigned herself to the fate of being crushed under three of her housemates.

Rena eventually finished with his hair and she took a picture to show him the results. He’d always wanted to do stuff with his hair, and since his haircolor was so light it wouldn’t have been hard, but his dad had never allowed it…

He smiled brightly and sent it to himself.

Rena shielded her eyes and he looked up at her, his smile dropping into a confused frown.

“Are you okay?”

“You’re, like… sunshine incarnate. Can’t look at you dead on, it’s too bright.”

“Right? He could give Adrien Agreste a run for his money,” joked Carapace.

He wasn’t sure if he was blushing because his housemates thought of him like that or because his civilian identity was apparently that popular. Still, he brought a hand up to cover his mouth as a new smile stretched across his face.

Rena slipped off of the pile of miraculous holders easily and took a seat about a meter away with her phone, leaning back in a pile of pillows. “Carapace, Ladybug, both of you should get to sleep. You both have stuff in the morning.”

“But --,” tried Carapace.

“I WILL knock you out if I have to. And there’s no coffee to keep you awake.”

The two groaned quietly and Carapace fell beside the two bugs. Instead of leaving, though, he just grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around the three of them.

Chloe scoffed and started shifting around in the blanket/hoodie prison she was currently trapped in. “Hey, let me out, I’m not tired yet.”

Ladybug and Carapace wrapped an arm around her and held her still before she could get up. “We have to sleep, you have to sleep.”

“I don’t --.”

“Pillows don’t talk,” said Ladybug, nuzzling her face into Chloe’s neck with a yawn.

Chloe didn’t look particularly happy about it, but she did quiet herself.

Carapace reached his free hand towards Chat without looking over and he stared at it before taking it. He was pulled down to join the cuddle pile so fast that they knocked heads. There was a mumbled ‘ow’ and a hiss of pain, but otherwise it was hard to tell that it had happened.

Rena tossed a pillow at the lightswitch, which was… odd, but it did turn off the lights, so… yay?

He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around Carapace’s stomach. He could hear the others’ steady breathing as they drifted off one by one.

But, for once, Chat wasn’t finding it easy to sleep.

Some things are easy to ignore.

For example, Chat could, for the most part, ignore the knowledge that he was likely the only person in the house who was genuinely interested in being friends. Everyone else was perfectly happy being friendly (because who wants to fight people in their own house?), but that’s not nearly the same thing.

But, since Chat was starved for affection, he opted to ignore what he knew to be the truth. Did it really matter if Carapace was only allowing him to hang off of him for the sake of preventing a strong akuma if he was getting the physical touch he hadn’t received since his mother had died? Did it really matter if Ladybug was only playing nicer for the sake of convenience if it meant he could get compliments from her instead of insults?

Kinda. But he was willing to push those thoughts aside.

And, while he wanted to ignore this problem too, he really shouldn’t. Their safety was much too important for that.

There should be very few people that knew where they were. There were the people who Chloe had hired to help her move in, Master Fu, each other...

But that didn’t explain why Chat’s room was left untouched.

The only thing that made sense for that was his dad… He tried to brush the thought aside like he had been doing for the entire night, but it was far more difficult when the others were asleep and weren’t serving as a distraction.

Would his dad sell him out? Sure, their relationship wasn’t near ‘close’, but that didn’t mean that his father hated him, right? His dad had known for a while, though, almost since the beginning. Why would he sell out now? The information was slightly more valuable now that they were living together, yes, but was that enough to make him betray his son for a super terrorist?

Worse yet, could his father be Hawkmoth? He didn’t think so, because his father had been akumatized multiple times, but there was nothing saying Hawkmoth couldn’t akumatize himself. Then again, he’d been pretty interested in Chat’s ring when he realized who he was… or was that just innocent curiosity? He also lived in the center of the area that Ladybug had mentioned she’d traced the akumas to, but so did every rich person --.

Carapace pulled him closer, his hand sliding up his back to work at a knot in his back.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Chat teased, even as he pressed his face against his shoulder.

“You’re too tense.”

He let himself relax a bit. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault you’re the worst pillow ever.”

“Even worse than Chloe?”

“Somehow,” said Carapace, and Chat could almost hear the smile in his voice.

And, because it’s really hard to have bad thoughts when you’re cuddling a friend and getting a massage, Chat fell asleep in minutes.

~~~

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Witchy Reader x Demon Kylo Headcanons

this is rly long and could prob be a standalone fic pffft also yes i’m using pic collage bc my ipad hasn’t been shipped yet ughhhh

General content: summoning a demon, befriending the demon, getting fucked by said demon. witchcraft, gods/goddesses, demons

TW: mentions of demonic slavery, blood letting, general angst, vomiting.

Every wanna-be witch always says they’re descendants from the witches the Puritans didn’t burn in Salem, Massachusetts. Not you, not your bloodline. Your lineage was much much older than that. Stronger, more secretive. Hidden from all eyes but their own coven.

Nine families in total, each representing directions: North, South, East, West, North East, South East, North West, South West, and finally the family who led them all: Fate. Your family.

You remember the gatherings growing up, especially the new witch families that joined after your coven came out of the retrospective broom-closet. Each of the nine families sending representatives to gather under solstice moons or for your yearly “dance naked under the moonlight” shenanigans.

You were already in your twenties, soon to ascend your mother’s throne and become the representative of the Fates. And of the coven. It was a big honor they all said but you felt it wasn’t for you.

So you spent your time doing what you do best, working in your shop.  It was a small shop, you sold a variety of things such as tea, tinctures, oils, and ointments. The older folks around town enjoyed coming to your shop for your arthritis gels- if only they knew of the little witch who concoct it. The teens on the other hand came all for the occult books, trying to be the edgiest at their school, it’s kind of cute you admit.

More and more pressure befalls you, having to prove your magical might in front of the entire coven: summoning a demon and making them your slave. You didn’t want to participate in any capacity. When you watched another member do it many many moons ago, you almost vomited. Bearing witness to something so cruel and dark tore your senses apart.

That night came, no matter how hard you protested. The blood was spilt, words chanted, tears fell from your eyes as you watched in horror as a demon rose from inside the circle with you from black misty shadows. Whispers of “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” were the only things that came from your lips.  

The beast in front of you looked around, taking in his surroundings; his eyes full of hate and anger, yellowed lines surrounding his pupils. He bellowed and roared with all his might, doing his all to scare and terrify. No witch, in all your life, has ever conjured a demon as strong or as powerful. He looked beautiful, with long black hair, skin like marble, littered with constellations across his bare torso and chiseled face.

You became the talk of the covens, witches came far and wide to witness your magnificent accomplishment but you hid yourself away in your store, wanting nothing more than to work your days and nights away, the demon by your side grumbling in Abyssal, the language of his kin.

Slowly you and your demon developed a bit of a routine. Anytime you’d make food, you always prepare extra for him and leave it on the other side of your dinner table. He’d never eat with you but if you blinked, the plate would disappear, blink again, and the plate would return and all the food would be gone.

Slowly yet surely, he would reveal himself around you more, stepping out from the shadows, sometimes awkwardly standing in the corner of whatever room you’d be in.

Eventually he spoke to you, speaking in words you couldn’t decipher. He read your confusion and put his index finger up in the universal “hold on” gesture. He disappeared in the shadows only to reemerge once again with a small vial filled with golden liquid. He handed it to you, his long nails only digging into the skin of your hand momentarily, motioning you to drink it.

If you ever imagined what it was like to taste fire, this was it in a bottle. It burned and tingled your entire body, sniffing out any coldness that nipped at your fingers. When you recovered, your demon held his hand out to you, palm up. “My name is Kylo Ren.” With those five words spoken in a deep baritone voice, you may have soiled your underwear for a brief moment.

Time moved on, you became revered in your witch community. Many sought you out to help with their witchy troubles, it was fine, it meant that bills will be paid and that soothed your worries tenfold. But now your ascension was on the horizon- by the dawn of the next blood moon, you and your demon were to make the ultimate bond in front of the coven and you would be crowned as Mistress Fate, the strongest witch.

The demon Kylo and you developed a friendlier attitude towards each other, you’d find little pieces here and there that he’d drop, showing he cared about you. Once somebody attempted to break-in to your apartment and you had awoken to a bloodied Kylo having “taken care of it”. It was never brought up again. Other times, he would draw up a hot bath on particularly troublesome days of yours. Overall, you’d grown accustom to him even if he was on the bit of the rougher side of most things

The ritual that lingered over your mind was one you really weren’t keen on doing: marrying your demon. When you explained all of this to Kylo he was very nonchalant about it. To him, human lives were a blip in his immortal life, he saw it as a game whereas you saw it for your entire life. This wouldn’t do. It hurt how much it didn’t affect him although you would never admit out loud you were grateful he wasn’t as terrifying as the other demons the witches in the coven summoned. He knew he was powerful but he never did anything to scare you.

Kylo, as much as it flustered you, was a flirty bastard. He explained to you some time ago that often, young witches would call on him to perform sex rituals, many being virgins. He gauged your reaction that you still a virgin and you slapped him. You too knew your way around a bedroom, you were confident in your own right and body. The problem was this damned demon was too attractive to have these kinds of words dripping off his forked tongue.

A week before your ascension, you approached Kylo who was momentarily distracted by some food. Who knew demons had an unholy obsession over potatoes in every form. An offer was made over those tater tots, if he would be willing to pretend marry you so he could up and vanish to wherever dimension he’s came from by the rise of the sun after the blood moon fell. If he agreed, he would never be bonded to you, never be tied to this realm no longer, and most of all, he wouldn’t have to see you anymore.

He left in a puff of black sulfur smoke with no words to depart on.

Days turned to nights, nights to days. No word from the demon you had come to miss. The morning of the blood moon, a simple letter arrived on your nightstand. Faded parchment with scratchy red writing. I won’t fake marry you, little witch.

That night came. The blood moon rose. Your demon was nowhere to be found. His letter hurt you in more ways than one, hot hot tears blurred your vision as you stood on the alter in the middle of the forrest clearing, all by your lonesome. The other witches circled at the edge of the clearing in their darkened cloaks, arms raised on high heaven, voices mixing together in chanting harmonies. The blood moon slowly crept over, beginning it’s bloodied ritual overhead. Cold winds whipped your hair as a blinding red flash hit behind you, you looked over your shoulder as long talons as nails caressed your back. Your eyes met with Kylo’s blackened irises, he leaned forward and touched forehead to forehead with you and in Abyssal spoke something unclear to you.

Cheers erupted from behind the circle of the coven, onlookers of witches who gathered far and wide to witness such a powerful and historic moment. The chanting grew louder, soon the entire clearing in the forest was covered in deep blood red coloring. Your mother, soon to be the former Mistress Fate approaches the alter where you stood with Kylo. In her hands were the dagger and golden chalice where your red blood would mix with his blackened blood.

As the ritual completed, all the witches who bore witness to this moment gathered and circled close t give their congratulations and well wishes. See, this bonding wasn’t just about showing how strong the Fate family was, it was also to show that beings as powerful as the gods listened to the prayers of ordinary people. That there’s somebody somewhere who listened.

The clock rang 3:00AM, the ironic witching hour as it were, you finally arrived to your homely apartment with your new.... husband? Kylo stayed quiet the entire drive home, as did you. It didn’t help that it was raining and overall soggy. Whatever was going on just churned your stomach. Stripping your clothes silently in your bedroom, you once again felt those sharp nails softly scratching on your bare skin. “I told you I won’t fake marry you” he whispered.

For the next 24 hours you never could have imagined the amount of pleasure your body could take. Between overstimulation and back to back to back orgasms, the demon Kylo fucking Ren shared an insurmountable of power and pain and pleasure with you.

And like the woman you were, you loved every minute of it.

[sunnyie-eve]

13 | Don't Ruin The Moment

Series: Misunderstood

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

For the summer I spent most of it with the Weasley's and Harry. We had a whole conversation including the Weasley's that we would keep it just between us that we were cousins. Harry even told me he always knew there was some type of connection between us he couldn't pick up. "Madeline, you got mail." Fred calls me and I go get it. "From Draco's mother." He hands it to me and I read it. "Ughhhh, I wanted to go to the Quidditch World Cup with you guys. She said dad is making me spend the last week with them." I whine throwing the letter away. "We're sorry, dear." Arthur says from his seat at the table. "We'll see you at school." George kisses the top of my head before I go pack up to leave. "If he tries being rude... just punch him like Hermione did." Ron says as I pass him up the stairs. "Thanks for reminding me, Ron."

When I get to the Malfoy Manor, Lucius tells me that they were invited to the minister's box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge. "I already bought you something nice to wear." Narcissa says and I thank her. Draco doesn't take his eyes off me starting to make me mad. "Stop staring at me, Draco." I wait to say as his parents leave us alone. "You still mad at me?" He asks making me huff. "I will be if you keep bringing it up. Be happy I didn't tell your mother because she said if you ever give me trouble she's get on her precious baby boy." I say going to my room. "I just want us to be back to normal. You know, get along but hate each other at the same time." He follows me up the stairs. "What if I don't want to because it will just bite me in the butt again. Face it Draco, we are not alike one bit." I continue walking. "Trust me, I know we aren't. You," I cut him off as we reach my door. "Oh shut up, Malfoy! I don't care what you think about me. Your opinion of me doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt my feelings so hate to bring you down." I slam the door in his face.

For the Quidditch World Cup I put on the outfit Narcissa got me along with a long black blazer to cover up with. Why thigh high boots? I already have short legs. I complain looking at myself in the mirror before going downstairs to leave. "You look wonderful dear. I hope you three have fun." Narcissa walks over to me giving me a hug. "Can I ask you a question?" I ask as we wait for the guys to come down. "What is it dear?" She asks taking a seat. "Last summer Draco and I had this conversation about why do you like me... He said he doesn't understand how you do because I don't have the same beliefs as your family. I told him to ask you and he told me you said it's because I'm unique. That you do believe in all purebloods being the best and dislike people who like muggles or muggle borns along with the Weasley's, but you said there is just something about me that makes you favor me compared to others like me."

She nods her head slowly than smiles, "I did tell him those things. It's very true we have different beliefs about bloodlines, but I still stand with that you are just a unique girl." She motions for me to come closer to her. "As you can see, my husband has a different method of raising and teaching Draco. He's very hard on him while I'm not. Lucius, doesn't not have a single soft spot in his body and I don't want my son to be exactly like his father. And having you around I'm trying to give Draco someone other than himself to care about. He needs a friend to try opening up to, Madeline. I feel like he keeps things deep down about how he feels." She quietly tells me and I understand what she meant. "I completely understand what you mean. But, Draco is kinda hard headed at times. It takes time to get him to have an actual conversation with you. When he has slightly opened up to me in the past when I was having a bad day... it was just a small thing but I felt like I was seeing a secret side of him he's not so sure about. He wasn't being a spoiled brat, he wanted to listen to what was going on inside my head. I opened up to him that day and I wasn't sure if I should have because at times Draco slips things out when he's mad. But part of me was happy I did because someone cared about how I was feeling. But that's a rare thing because it's hard to get him away from his group." I laugh making her nod her head.

"This is one of the reasons I like you, Madeline. You aren't scared or embarrassed to open up to people. And you have a important trait that I love about you... you help the people whom you care about most. Draco talks and writes about you at times. Also yes, I understand that those who don't like us fall under that but I guess that's what makes me like you. I'm glad you got put into Slytherin and I'm happy Draco has someone to talk and open up to if he ever decides to trust you like you did with him." She pulls me into a hug as Draco walks into the room. "What are you two talking about?" He walks up to us. "Nothing important to you." She smiles at him. "Well then, father said he'll be right down."

When we get to where the World Cup was being played Lucius led us to a extravagant striped silk like a miniature palace tent with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance. "Wow." My jaw drops as we walk inside. "Not used to seeing this with the Weasley's huh." Draco chuckles making me glare at him. "At least they have feelings and not cold hearted." I say only to where he can hear me and he drops it. "I'll have to meet with someone. I'll be back, so not leave this tent." Lucius walks back out. "You're staring again. You do that a lot lately." I say from the sofa. "By the way, I wouldn't consider myself hard headed I just put up a steel wall." He says making me look over at him. "How much of that did you hear?" I turn my body around. "I want to say part of me deep down is still happy you trusted me before I completely ruined it at Honeydukes. Now that happy part is just guilty." I sigh, "You know, it's rude to eavesdrop, Malfoy. Didn't your mother ever teach you that?" I ask him as he walks over to me. "I'm glad my mother likes you. I mean, I still don't but," I slap my hand over his mouth. "Shut up before you say something that will ruin the moment of me liking you for just a second."

Later as we walk to our seats to watch the game I hear Ron and so does the Malfoy's. "Well put it this way, if it rains... you'll be the first to know." Lucius walks a little closer looking up at them. I look up at them and mouth sorry and that I hate this. Cedric then sees me and gives me a small smile and I give him one back. "Father, Madeline and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco says as we walk the same direction just on a lower level. "Don't boast Draco. There's no need with these people." He nudges his cane into Draco's stomach. "Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can." He then uses it to get Harry's jacket. I give them a sad look as Draco glances at me then slightly bends to my height, "Just remember, around my father you have our beliefs. I don't think he'll be easy on you." I look into his eyes and nod my head before looking down. "Let's go children." Lucius says and we follow him. As we take our seats I think about why did Draco even try helping me from getting into trouble. "Don't think about it too much. I was just extending a branch for you for a second. Don't ruin the moment." He whispers to me and my head snaps towards him and he smiles laughing. "Good evening! It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin"

~

On the train back to Hogwarts, I sit with all the Slytherins to be with the girls. "Somebody keeps staring at you." Ava says looking behind me. "I swear if Draco doesn't stop." They look at me funny. "Not Malfoy. Austin. Why did you say Malfoy?" I roll my eyes, "He did that when I went to his place before going to the World Cup. As for Austin, I still haven't forgave him." Evelyn looks at Ava then me, "But you have with Malfoy?" She whispers. "It's complicated." I leave them speechless. "You went to the World Cup with the Malfoy's?" Wendy pushes herself in my seat next to me. "Yes, I did. Narcissa, invited me to go with Draco and Lucius." She just looks at me lost. "I don't understand why and how?" She gets up going to sit with Pansy for the rest of the train ride.

"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..." Dumbledore stops as Flinch runs up the aisle limping in a comical way, he whispers something to Dumbledore and leaves in the same fashion. "Why is he even running? He's going to hurt himself more." I say making Draco nod his head across from me at the table. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Triwizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the triwizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime."

A group of girls dressed in blue dance up the aisle and release butterflies into the air. They bow as everyone applauds and Draco even stands up to clap making me laugh, "Like what you see?" He rolls his eyes at me. "And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." A series of older boys walk up the aisle brandishing bo staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect.

"Cute!" Evelyn shakes me as we stand up to see the guys better. "Oh my, that's Viktor Krum!" Ava's jaw drops. "Like what you see?" Draco mocks me and I roll my eyes too. Igor and Dumbledore embrace each other. "Hogwarts, lets entertain our friends the best way we can. All stand." We follow his directions. Everyone starts to sing our school song and I make a face thinking this is embarrassing compared to what the other two schools just did. Draco was making the same face as me and we slightly laugh at each other shaking our heads.

After we eat dinner, Dumbledore starts to speak again. "Your attention please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the triwizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartemius Crouch." Just then thunder roars overhead, rain begins leaking through the roof and screams break out. A strange man stands in the doorway, he casts some magic upwards and seals the roof. Peace is restored.

"After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final." Barty says and the crowd is unsettled, people are booing. "Silence! Dumbledore casts magic over a box which melds into a goblet containing a blue flame. "The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the tri-wizard tournament has begun."

[maih-em]

thoughts about episode 3 (and i have a LOT of thoughts)

- first of all: BLOODY. HELL. doctor who already had me at like 5 out of 10 stressed, and then i switched over to endeavour and was at 11 out of 10 from the off and im currently resting at a solid 990/10

- I was shaking from the opening scene and i swear to god i still havent stopped.

- that ARGUMENT. That was so stressful, and max getting his little moment to put those assholes in their places was Poetic Cinema (as was morse calling him max)

- asdjdjjdakjsajskdkdj

- there was so much backwards and forwards with whether or not carl sturgess was the killer and every single time i was just like,, thursday and morse are going to go absolutely spare, probably at each other (i was right)

- thursday whistling at the birds was a minor moment of stress i really didn’t need.

- my mum, after 7 series, still doesn’t know jim’s name. He’s just ‘sideburns man’

- i was close to tears throughout (wow, sure is nice to feel an emotion) but I actually cried at: 1) bright’s reaction to hearing about his wife (amazing acting but also just...... jesus christ mr bright i want to give u a hug even though i KNEW it was coming). and 2) win/fred reading the letter from Morse Holy Shit

- also as soon as i saw dorothea looking stressed in that phone box i KNEW what she was going to say and ughhhh.

(- on a completely separate note this series has yet again reminded me how much i adore miss frazil, especially how she’s moved from just a reporter to a genuine friend to all of them, and i’m glad she got her way with investigating into these bloody freak accidents. And she’s an icon in general)

- that bit where thursday tells morse off about the freak accident investigation and then as soon as he leaves and strange is like... bro spill the beans. I love this duo. 

- it took me an embarrassingly long time to realise this entire series has taken place over a year. I literally thought it was mid feb at most and then mrs bright was getting the christmas tree out??? i was so confused (although it Did explain how morse had suddenly managed to decorate his house - i’m loving the moody grey walls).

- JIM. NO. VERY STRESSFUL. 

- im sad the rat theme wasn’t as prominent as in episode 1 - although now i think about it, if the ‘rat man’ was carl sturgess, i suppose jim getting bitten by the rat in ep1 was foreshadowing???? im really clutching at straws here.

- i find it very rude and unsexy that they included that clip in the trailer of morse covered in blood in an italian police cell and it WASN’T EVEN IN THE SERIES. like i get it forshadowed and that it will probs be in series 8?? (it better be). but that is SO MUCH STRESS NO THANK U

- i was kinda right about the whole ludo/violetta thing? i just knew that ludo was the real bad guy and violetta was kinda trapped idk. in fairness it was my slightly-gay-for-violetta brain biasing me, but it’s nice to think i can also put it down to some level of logic.

- im glad thursday went over to venice because i like people making up & i hate conflict, but i’m worried things are too far gone? like they seemed to end the episode on the same page but morse has already put in for that transfer to mcnutt??? i think next series he’ll be working for mcnutt but thursday and him will cross paths, as well as with the rest of the cowley boys, and somehow they’ll still end up solving crimes together?? (but that’s optimistic iguess.)

- morse u were a bit of an asshole but also can i give u a hug

- oh, and ludo’s not dead. i don’t even trust that man to die

- im 100% not going to be able to sleep tonight

- WE HAVE TO WAIT A WHOLE YEAR TO FIND OUT HOW THIS GOT TIED UP SURELY THAT’S A CRIME

woah this was an Essay. if only i could put this much effort into any homework ever. i might have more Midnight Thoughts to add to this later.

[pirate-patton]

Hi!! Just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! If you're still taking prompts could you write some an analogical fic, maybe where Logan is pining or decides that *logically* they'd make the perfect couple and decides to use logic to persuade Virgil he's right? No worries if it's not your thing tho

Logan sat at his desk,hands in his hair and frustration on his face.  He couldn’t even close hiseyes without seeing his face. That cute little smile, the way he covered it when he laughed, the way hechewed on his hoodie sleeve-

“Ughhhh!” Logangroaned and threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing themfervently.  This had to stop!  He had no time to deal with mushy,disgusting, lovey-dovey feelings!  No matter how much Virgil made him wantto deal with them.  Gah, this was so not fair!

True, logically speaking, if any of the sideswere to be together, it made sense that it would be the two of them, right? Virgil was very fond of pointing out issues and questions that Loganeasily answered and solved.  Logan also kept Virgil grounded, kept him calmerand happier.  Happier enough to see that cute smile - OK ENOUGH!  

The two of themtogether would most certainly benefit Thomas, Logan believed.  After all,his anxiety working through issues with his logical side makes sense, and themore time the two spend together the less anxious - oh, who was Logan kidding. Certainly not himself.  When this dumb crush, this infatuation, begunto grow, he was not thinking of Thomas’s health!  Why throw him into thisawful mix?!  Logan groaned and dropped his head down, banging it gently onthe desk.  He had to get rid of these feelings, restore his sanity and getsome peace.  He had to tellVirgil, that was the only way.  With renewed vigor and some excitement inhis step, Logan shot up out of his seat and propelled himself toward the door- 

Wait.  What if Virgil didn’t reciprocate? Or worse, what if Virgil thought he wasn’t serious?  After all, asthe embodiment of Thomas’s worry and anxiety, Virgil had a very difficult timewith trust.  Many times when one of them tried to be nice and give kindwords, Virgil immediately defaulted to “you’re just saying that,”or “don’t lie to me; I know you hate me.”  Logan wasn’t sure at thismoment if he could handle hearing that come out of his crush’s mouth.

And, just like that, Logan backpedaled all theway to his bed and flopped down face first.  This was impossible to dealwith!  Why him?!  Then, an idea popped in his head.  He couldwrite a letter, a stone-hard, cold and concrete letter of his seriousness. 

Logan snatched up a memo pad from his deskalong with a pen.  Twelve cited sources, four Teen Vogue quizzes, and 16points later, Logan had his essay, properly MLA formatted and ready to sendunder Virgil’s door.  He produced an envelope and neatly tri-folded thepages, tucking them in.  Logan didn’t lick the envelope closed, findingthat utterly disgusting.  Instead he simply tucked the opening inside.

Quick as a flash,Logan darted out his door, down the hall, and threw the letter essay under Virgil’s door.

Virgil was laying on his bed, listening to hismusic, minding his own business when something white came flying across hisfloor from under his door.  Curiously, he stood to retrieve the something. 

“What the-?”  Aletter?  Turning it over in his hands, Virgil could tell it was fromLogan.  Patton always sealed letters with a puppy sticker, and Roman, always the most Extra of the group, sealed letters with wax stamps.  

Virgil had no idea what this letter could be or why Logan didn’t just come in to talk.  But, with Logan’s thesis statement, it started to become clearer.

“I believe that we would be a great pair we would make a great couple be great together.  Our relationship friendship is already wonderful, but something inside me wants it to be more to progress grow.  Hopefully you can understand and not hate despise me after.”

The rest of the letter read much like this, so much of it crossed out or scribbled over top of, and Virgil wondered why Logan didn’t just get a pencil, for crying out loud!  However, at the last page, Logan’s strongest point, he couldn’t handle it anymore.  With the words “You make me feel happy,” Virgil was out the door.

Logan shot off his bed when he heard knocking.  Flinging open the door, he came face to face with Virgil.

“You idiot,” was all Virgil could manage before yanking Logan into a hug.  Logan froze, arms hanging limply at his sides as he tried to figure out what to do.  “Why couldn’t you just use a pencil!” Virgil cried into his shoulder, and Logan was definitely sure that was not the issue.

“I…apologize?” Logan tried, reaching up to pat Virgil on the back.  “I will try to find a pencil next time?”

Virgil pulled away from the hug, and Logan almost leaned forward to get close again.  “You didn’t have to write me a freaking paper to say you like me, too…” Virgil said, one of his sweet, small smiles creeping across his lips.

“’Too’?” Logan repeated.  Virgil nodded, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders to seem smaller.  “…The appropriate response to these sorts of situations is typically a kiss, correct?”

“Just shut up, you nerd,” Virgil snickered, leaning over to catch Logan’s lips.  “I love you…”

“I…I love you, too.”  

The two stood in silence for an awkward moment, neither sure what to do from this point.  But, Logan had an idea.  “We could watch a movie if you want?  Your choice.”

“OK…”

It didn’t take long for the two to fall into a comfortable, cuddly pile.  Spirited Away played, though the two barely attention.  Logan found a new interest in Virgil hands, playing with the digits and fitting them between his own.  Virgil wasted no time cuddling into Logan’s chest, his eyes falling shut and sleep taking over.  When Logan realized he had fallen asleep, he couldn’t help but smile.  He pressed a kiss to the side of Virgil’s head and nestled farther down on the sofa, silently pointing out the impossibilities in the movie.  

//sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were wanting! i read “decides to use logic to persuade Virgil” and immediately got high school persuasive paper flashbacks. also this is longer than i thought it’d be, but still shorter than i think it needed to be with how i wrote it i just rAN OUT OF IDEAS AT THE END FRICKIN HECK

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 15.09.17 lb

anika’s had enough of the husband being a right pain in her butt and put the phone on airplane mode. 😆😆😆

shivaay, it’s not like you were telling her your feelings over the phone anyway. lbr, you were just calling and being like “achcha wyd? hmmm. theek hai.” ad nauseam. 🙄🙄🙄

he decides to do the completely normal thing in this situation. no, not calm the f down and get a hobby or something, but to write a letter instead. 😐😐😐

knowing his extraaaaa ass, he’ll get khanna to deliver it as well. 😌😌😌

my aesthetic of the day: billu repeatedly saying the word “chitthi” till it doesn’t make sense anymore. 😁😁😁

FOR FUCKS SAKE SHIVAAY, KHANNA IS SECURITY. NOT YOUR… PERSONAL SHOPPER. IT’S NOT HIS JOB TO BUY YOU FANCY SCENTED PAPER TO WRITE LOVE LETTERS ON. 😒😒😒

“GET ME THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PAPER ON EARTH!!!!!!”

jesus christ, this man is intolerable. how khanna himself hasn’t killed him, is beyond me. khanna deserves a damn raise. 😣😣😣

look how pleased he is with himself. 🙄🙄🙄

lo, udhar gauri came back home, shivaay comforted her, got a champi, talked about love letters, raat se din ho gayi, par idhar om ki exhibition abhi bhi chal rahi hai. 😑😑😑

great, this snobby couple are back. why are all rich people who are into art so damn pretentious and such assholes? 😤😤😤

UM EXCUSE ME, WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU PEOPLE TO SAY THESE THINGS???? EXHIBITION HAI, PAINTING DEKHO AUR CHALTE BANO. LITERALLY NO ONE ASKED YOU FOR RELATIONSHIP ADVICE HERE. 😒😒😒

om, why the fuckkkkkkk can’t you say these things in front of herrrrr ughhhh 😫😫😫😫😫

ok omki ka paara chadh raha hai, he’s ready to cut a bougie bitch. 🔪🔪🔪🔪

sigh, i get it from his pov too: he wanted to protect her, from the shitty snobby people of his social class. my heart just hurtsssss. for the BOTH of them. 😭😭😭😭😭

om you better not get mad at her for this though. 😑😑😑

LMAO KHANNA GOT SHIVAAY NEWSPAPER. AND COZ HE SAID KHOOBSOORAT PAPER, HE GOT HIM THE ONE WITH ALL THE PICS OF THE MODELS 😂😂😂

omggg khanna did anika’s “i’m so smart” gesture. 😯😯😯

headcanon: anika and khanna actually hang out quite a bit. anika bitches a lot about “tumhare shivaay sir” to him and khanna fucking loves it. 😊😊😊

lord, he’s all heart-eyed just at the prospect of WRITING a letter. #saveHimFromHimself 😭😭😭

lmaoooooo khanna’s like sir you’re hanging out with omkara too much these days. you’re beginning to talk like him. “kuch HUA hai kya???” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

hahahaha khanna’s grin as he leaves. 😂😂😂

“svetlana???? kyaaa laaana????” 

lololololol. 😂😂😂😂

oh no. my fears and predictions came true. pinky’s teaming up with svetlana to blow this all up from the inside. ghar ka bhedi hi lanka dhaane waala hai. sighhh. 😕😕😕

khanna’s in serioussss danger of getting fired for his impertinence and nautanki today. 😐😐😐

“isse kya ho gaya??? lagta hai yeh bhi pyaar mein hai.”

nope, he’s just extra happy for his otp. remember, he’s literally been shipping you two since day 1. 😇😇😇

my god, this lovesick, besotted fooooool. 😭😭😭😭😭

ok paper 1 down. 

LOL BALLPOINT PEN MEIN ROMANCE NAHI HAI. 😆😆😆

paper 2 down. 

try #3 - with ink pen. 🖋🖋🖋

woooop! dadi alert! 😯😯😯

lollllll look at him trying to cover up. 😂😂😂

“main toh naye pen ki NIB dekh raha tha!” 

sure, bro. uh huh. 😆😆😆

dadi be calling out billu’s ajeebness. dadi, it’s too late tbh. pehle hi karti, iske bachpan mein, toh aaj yeh aisa nahi hota. 🙄🙄🙄

OMFG HIS SHARMAANA IS TOO CUTE AND I CAN’T STOP LAUGHINGGGGGG 😂😂😂😂😂😂

oh no dadi is singing again. dadi plz no. 😖😖😖😖

ok attempt # 3 continues. 

oh god, abhi handwriting gandiiiii hai. ouff, toh ab 10 din cursive writing practice karke likhega kya??? 😒😒😒

also, shout out to original “keede makode waali handwriting” 4 Lions Bade Bhaiyya, Arnav Singh Raizada 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand he’s giving up. awaiiii khanna ko itna bhagaaya “most beautiful paper in the world” ke liye. 😒😒😒

waaah. full fledged professional video cam leke aaya hai. why can’t you just use the front cam of your phone like NORMAL PPL shivaay. lord. 🙄🙄🙄

……. and he’s doing this in the living room. WHY??? 😣😣😣

wow. he’s handling this much better than i thought he would. must be all that media training and his comfort with the camera. 😐😐😐

lol awwww “main jaanta hoon thank you sunke tumhe bura laga and you don’t want to hear it ever again…” 

oh billu!!!!!!!

lmaoooo aw, he’s taking a break to drink paani. 

“i’m back.” ugh i am dying at how adorable he’s being. 😭😭😭

“anika, tumne toh apni khidkitod style mein jo kehna tha keh diya… lekin mujhse nahi hota, kyunki main main hoon…” 

oh man, he’s talking about dhadkanein and a kahaani and i’m already beginning to cry a little bit. 😥😥😥

“sunogi na? forward mat karna.” 

god howwwwwwww different they both look right now from that first ep. 

“tumne notice kiya??? MAIN BINA CRINGE KIYE GOBAR BOL RAHA HOON! GOBARGOBARGOBARGOBARGOBAR! I CAN SAY IT!” 

ok yuck shivvay stop hitting yourself in the head with your chappal. 😬😬😬

AW HE THOUGHT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL RIGHT BACK THEN 😚😚😚

“toot tum rahi thi, lekin bikhar main raha tha.”

ok i… i’m really full-on crying right now. i can’t handle all these feelings. oh shivaaaaay. *holds him 5ever and cries* 😭😭😭😭😭

time for another paani break. 

pffffffft, i can’t believe you just said the words “hate chemistry”, shivaay. 🙄🙄🙄

MALLIKA. THEIR CUPID. GOD BLESS HER FOREVER. SHE’LL FOREVER REMAIN ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS THIS SHOW HAS EVER GIVEN ME. 💖💖💖💖💖💖 NO REALLY, LIKE, AFTER SHIVIKA AND RIKARA, I THINK I LOVE MALLIKA THE MOST.

“you’ve made me the luckiest man, anika. i feel like the luckiest man in this world today. tumhari wajah se.” 

i’m weeping like a damn bitch baby right now. 

“pehli baar jab tum meri baahon mein giri thi. pehli baar tumhe khone ka darr hua tha uss din. mujhe aise laga ki agar maine tumhe kho diya toh… duniya sahi nahi lagegi.”  . . . . . “meri engagement tia se ho chuki thi, lekin main soch… main tumhare baare mein hamesha sochta tha. ladta tha tumse, par khud se bhi ladta tha. pata nahi kyun, lekin tumhare saath rehne ki chaah thi hamesha mujhe.”

i can’t stop crying. 😭😭😭😭😭

i feel like they should really have had him apologize again and seem really remorseful about the whole daksh thing and the way he married her. like… that was seriously horrible, and he should have given her a proper official apology in this speech. 😐😐😐

oh harneet, the rest of this was A+ perfect, why didn’t you just write that bit in????? 😩😩😩

“insaan ko pyaar na ho toh kya ho???? tum ho hi aisi, yaar!”

he’s said “yaar” so many times in this speech. not complaining. just observing. 😶😶😶

…. mom ka dil jeet liya???? uh. no. 😑😑😑

come on. prettty huuuuuuuuuge slip up there. why wouldn’t they edit that out?? 😐😐😐

“main tumhe itna pyaar doonga, ke aansoon kya hote hai, tum bhool jaogi. itna pyaar karoonga, itna pyaar karoonga ki, main… mujhe nahi pata! saare jawaab mere paas nahi hai! sab kuch yaad nahi rehta!” 

billu now knows how we fangirls feel. no words. just flailing and squealing and screaming. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“woh jo teen shabd hai, woh is feeling se bohut chote hai. aur yeh jo feelings hai woh bohut bade hai, aur sirf teen shabd mein is saare feelings ko capture karna…. feelings ke saath nainsaafi hogi.”

billlllu yaaaaaaaar, bas bhi kar, mere naazuk dil se aur saha nahi jaata! *weeeping* 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“kuch aur ho na ho…. tumne mujhe ishqbaaz zaroor bana diya.” 

hate to be that person, BUT SHE TOLD YOU SO! SHE TOLD YOU THAT YOU’D SAY IT! MWAHAHAHA! 

ok after that EPIC scene, i reallllllly don’t care about rudra’s romantic nonsense. 😒😒😒

i really can’t believe that this 4 years older nonsense is what they’re focusing on as the “conflict” in their relationship. instead of rudra’s patriarchal mentality, and bhavya’s emotional numbness and insecurities. like… there’s literally so many other issues. but no, go with the most stupid, cliched one. fuck this coupling. 😤😤😤

oh no bulbul, why the sad and dramatic bangle removal?????? 😟😟😟

oh shit, om is back. please god, don’t let this get worse than it is. my heart can’t bear it. 😥😥😥

ok good, he looks stricken at the sight of her sadness. 😶😶😶

and gooooood, she just left. abhi filhaal kehne-sunne ke liye kuch bhi nahi hai. 😔😔😔

girl, stop thinking about HIS izzat. 😑😑😑

oh my baby bulbullllllll. *hugs her tight* you’re so good and pure and you deserve to be so happy. 😭😭😭😭😭

oufffff, either get a move on with this tejViLana plotline, or just fuck offf with it. so manyyyy other issues to focus/resolve and phirrrr se time waste on wohi svetlana ki dhamki type scenes. 😒😒😒

lmao her disdainnnnn when she said “personal life” hahahahahahaha 😂😂😂

everyone’s got theirrrrr eyes on pinkyyyyyy and her fuckery now. good! 👀👀👀

shaktiji is finally becoming active and taking charge round here. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

siiiiiiiigh. this fight is just exhausting meeeee. coz iska resolution toh kuch hona nahi hai. awaiii ki negativity, killing my buzz. 😣😣😣

oh pinkyyyyyyy. 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

lmao svetlana’s boredom!max face. she is me and i am her. 😆😆😆

she’s like ok fuck this i’m out. 👋🏽👋🏽👋🏽

OMFG SVETLANA MURDERING A TOMATO, WHILE SINGING MAAR DIYA JAAYE YA CHOD DIYA JAAYE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

lmaoooooo the sign language. esp. when jhanvi is like “why don’t you just take the damn thing offf?????” these two are so married. 😂😂😂

they shouldn’t have showed us that jhanvi has a dummy by her. that would have been a good surprise reveal for monday/later. 😕😕😕

can’t believe svetlana got a fancier car than shivaay. 😒😒😒

ohhhhhhhhh boyyyy. GIRL FIGHT. jhanvi about to kick some assssssssssss. 😟😟😟

svetlana be like FINALLY. THIS BITCH CAUGHT UP. 🙄🙄🙄

what sultry looks. they should make out. 😚😚😚😚 #foreverCaptainOfSvetViShip

OH GOD, PINKY BOUGHT SUNDARI BUA. WHY? 😫😫😫😫

AND WHY IS SHIVAAY SAVING SUNDARI BUA? SHE’S THE FUCKING WORST. COME THE FUCK ON, SHIVAAY! 😣😣😣

OOOOOOH WAIT. HE WAS JUST BUTTERING HER UP FOR THE REAL DEAL. GOOD GOING SHIVAAY! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

[fatesinthenight]

Bim's Date (part 2)

“So what do you think?” Bim looks around the restaurant happily. “I have been told it is a good place to go to for a date.”

“Was that person Mark?” You laugh.

“Ummm no… What makes you say that?” Bim asks knowing he was caught.

“It’s the Crackle Barrel Bim. You know that’s his favorite place.” You smile.

“Ok ok fine you got me. I didn’t know any other place to go to.” Bim admits trying to smooth out his hair embarrassed.

“No it’s ok. To be honest I have never been here. So this will be fun.” You reassure Bim. He relaxes just a bit and smiles back at you.

“What are they saying?” Willford asks loudly.

“Shhhh we are trying to remain in disguise Will. That’s what it means to be stealthy.” Silver whispers hiding obvious behind the menu.

“How did we get to this point…” Dr. Iplier sighs. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Oooo look guys!! They are having a special. I need me some grub while we are here.” Ed goes over the menu eagerly.

“To answer the Doctors question. Willford ran out to look for Bim himself. Google goes through messages exchanged by Bim to (Y/N) and sees they would come here. The egos then proceed to make themselves look different according to Silver to hide our identities. Soon we find Willford Warfstache still running down the street and take him in the car. Now here we sit spying on Bim and his date.” The Host saids recalling the events.

“Trying to remain under the radar and not succeeding clearly.” Google sighs.

Silver took off his costume and only put on a pair of sunglasses, a hat that saids Silver in big black letters, and a shirt that saids “Undercover”. Willford changed his mustache to look black, put on a pink knitted hat with a yellow Pom Pom at the top, and a red and white striped jacket. Ed took off his hat only and put on a brown leather jacket. The doctor had sunglasses, a backwards cap (Willford made him put it on like that), and causal clothes rather than his usually doctor outfit. Goggle refused to put on a ‘disguise’ but was force to wear a beanie with a big 'G’ on it, more sunglasses, and a Rastafarian shirt with a lion on it. Host had big sunglasses to cover up his eye patches instead of using his bandages, the patch of blond in his hair was spray painted to match the rest of his dark hair, he had a t-shirt that said “Pentatonics”, he needed his cane on him and had torn jeans.

“What are you talking about? Our disguises are perfect!!!” Willford said proudly as he was going through the the children’s activities with a crayon.

“We look ridiculous and very obvious Willford. Bim isn’t stupid he will know it’s us.” The Doctor saids head in his hand.

“That’s why we are at a table far away from him. Far enough to so he will not see us but just enough to where we can get a good view of him without him noticing.” Silver said peeking from his menu.

“I still can’t believe we had to get advice from Yandere.” The doctor shakes his head.

“Hey if anyone knows about stalking someone it is him. We had to ask.” Ed saids as he goes though the menu.

“Again… We are not stalking. We are just looking out for Bim.” Willford saids as he finishes the last activity.

“Host thinks maybe we are crossing the line.” Host saids turning to the others.

“Hosty you know just as much as me that Bim can be sensitive so if this person really is using him we need to stop it before it happens.” Willford saids seriously.

“Host understands… But Host also hopes this doesn’t make Bim hate us for it.” Host saids facing down.

The others became silent. They care about Bim and know this could hurt him. Still they wanted to keep him safe. “So does this mean we don’t get dessert?” Willford asks.

Across the restaurant you are laughing at Bim’s story. “Are you serious? And he just walked away.”

“Well more like ran away. I mean he painted Darks room pink and put up photos of himself in his office to. Will said it was the best April Fools prank by far.” Bim laughs remembering the incident.

“Your house must be a really fun place to live at.” You smile.

“It is. But you know sometimes it isn’t. You know Dark has a tendency to bring us down from time to time. Still reminds me I’m just a second rate television host. I will never get my own show.” Bim looks upset and looks down at the table moving the straw in his cup around.

You feel bad for Bim. You know from what you have heard that Dark is really bad but as a fan you don’t get to see all the bad thing he does constantly like Bim does. You reach out at place a hand on Bim’s. “You know he is wrong right? Who is he to tell you what you are good at? You are you and you are fine just the way you are. You may not have your own show but you still get those segments and well it might be small but it is something right?” You smile and tilt your head. Bim blushes red. He looks at your hand on his, it feels warm and calms him. He looks up at you and smiles shyly.

“Thank you for that (Y/N). Hey I have only been talking about myself. Something I’m good at. Tell me about yourself more.” Bim saids smiling big and outing on the t.v host charm. You pat his hand and take it back giggling.

You go on to tell him about yourself. About your likes and dislikes. About your family and your hobbies. Mention fun times with friends and what you are up to now. Bim listens to every word smiling. He laughs at your funny stories and asks about your hobbies because you light up when you talk about how much you love them and he thinks it’s cute. You also tell him a sad story about yourself and he reaches out like you did and takes your hand in his. “But your here now and everything is ok. Right?” Bim saids and smiles brightly. You blush pink as he holds your hand. You smile at him and he lets go once the food comes in.

Back at the ego table Ed is stuffing his face with appetizers. “Did he just hold hands with someone!”

“Ed manners come on. Your going to choke on your food if you talk with it full. And I will not help you if you do start to choke.” Dr. Iplier saids and takes a drink of his water.

“That’s right Ed. Have some manners.” Willford saids while his face is covered in chocolate.

“Look who is talking you ordered all the desserts!!” The Doctor motions to the table that is covered in all the desserts from the menu and the one plate of appetizers from Ed.

“From my calculations the bill will be very expensive. I’m not paying for it.” Goggles eyes glow from behind the sunglasses for a moment as he calculates the price.

“Host suggest Willford pays since he is the one who ordered the most.” Host saids calmly as he takes a bite from the chocolate cake Willford is devouring. “I do admit this does taste nice.”

“See someone appreciates it!” Willford saids. Silver is also happily munching on a pie.

“You are not helping guys… Ughhhh Goggle tell us the information on Bim’s date that you found.” The doctor looks at Google.

“Of course.” He takes out a file. “I have the information printed out and organized here.” He opens it up and looks at the first page. “Their name is (Y/N). They seem to be normal. Nothing too out of the ordinary. They do look good to be honest.” The egos take a peek at you. You are eating and giggle at Bim who gets exited when he gets his order.

“True (Y/N) is cute. I’m almost impressed he got a date.” Doc saids.

“Our sweet Bim is growing up.” Willford takes a napkin and dabs at his tears of joy and blows his nose loudly.

“Anyway… Going through the these from social media they seem good. But look here."Google point at one of the pages. ” (Y/N) is obviously a huge fan of Mark. And look at this post. It saids “One day I wish I would be lucky enough to go out Mark.” You guys don’t think…“

"That (Y/N) really is using Bim only to feel like they are going out with Mark… O no.. Not again…” Willford looks up at Bim at his table worried. He sees Bim smiling so brightly with you. You both eat your dinner and talk happily. Will doesn’t want Bim’s heart to break again..

Back at the ego house Dark smiles at his guest walks in. “Finally. They already left and have been there for 20 minutes already. If you get ready now we can leave in time to catch them at the mini golf course.” Dark saids tossing his guest clothes to change into. “I know you don’t like this idea but you know it has to happen. You don’t want sweet Bim to get his heart broken again like last time. Like I honestly care but I need him to learn a lesson and this will teach him why we made our rule of not allowing egos to date. You know what you have to do right.”

The guest comes out the bathroom from changing. They have on a nice suit and have changed their hair to look slick back. “I don’t like it but I have to… For Bim.” Mark sighs and shakes himself off. He made himself ready for the part of Bim Trimmer.

[raynebou]

im trying to apply for jobs online and one of them requires a cover letter and idk how to write one, i have templates and everything but it wants me to put my cover letter in this little box online!!! idk what to do i hate applying to jobs i wish i already had one without doing the interview process ughhhh