#weve been talking about this since the summer.....

[all-yourn]

destiel coal mining au for @ladylightning [on youtube]

[aroaceofthesea]

Oof i definitely dont know how to react when someone comes out to me making it a big deal💀💀

[ramblingeekette]

Currently 71 degrees in my part of Wisconsin.

In February.

This time tomorrow it's supposed to be in the lower teens to single digits with windchill below zero before warming back up into the 60s for the weekend.

What the actual fuck man

[imaginespazzi]

Guess whos back:

Ahaha just another (reasonable) commonality b/w us! 🙅‍♀️❄️

Yes, please go ahead and tell her, thank you bestie! Hey how does one say "take a chance on me" in French? Jokes, but I always so love your Lou-Tea support after my run in this summer😊. Also perhaps I need to become more of a Wings supporter in light of recent events?? (I'll discuss briefly later in the post)

So wow TCU ended up getting NC State. And I think IU over Stanford qualifies as a minor upset. Ive caught very little UK so far, so appreciated your thoughts. Def bummed I missed the LVille matchup that went OT. I did see Wildcats struggled to beat up inferior opposition today before a big 4th Q. Will be curious to keep following - you may prove right about a SEC adjustment period 🤷‍♀️. Kinda relatedly, and I saw other anons mention the news story here, I see that Liz posted an insta story about the KMew pregnancy announcement. She really is just one of us huh lol. Also funny to me since GA seemed the soccer obsessed one while Kitley was pretty casual.

I certainly dont think there were many UConn supporters who wouldve enjoyed the game vs UNC as a whole. But early days, not much reason for freak outs in Nov, as weve said. Im looking forward to the Bahamas tourney bringing more competitive matchups following FDU.

Oh the W draft lottery results.. First of course Im still sad a miracle didnt end up happening for my Mystics. And in a more neutral perspective you cant tell me that a squad of Paige w Slim, Kira, Li, Dolson, and Ariel Atkins (plus others) wouldnt have been an absolute delight to watch. Not to mention her having fams around for all home games. Now what I say next is likely a bit controversial - but I think Dallas may be the next best landing spot, and Im not quite as upset as some people about the top pick going there. In short I feel that way because I think they seem more serious, put together, and to be genuinely investing in comparison to LA or Chi. And for Paige I wish an ownership & front office that cares.

👀 On a last fun note: Tickled me to see all the PJ talk across your blog, knowing that I first shared a post for you way back becuase it referenced Percabeth parallels w Pazzi. And ofc just the general fact that my dear twin was brought up 🤗.

Wishing you a great start to the week

-☕️

Hi loviiiieeee

Also thank you for your other ask, sending me what I'd missed so I could be all caught up lol. They really were attached at the hip that night huh? My gayass cute babies I adore them <3

I gotchu I gotchu, I'mma send your wife a dm in french telling her I've found the perfect woman and she really must give you a chance because fate is telling me y'all belong together!

Yep yep, TCU got NCState and now they're ranked for the first time in like a hot second. And Kentucky playing so well against Louisville and then struggling against whatever school was kinda insane like it made no sense to me and I'm really curious to see Georgia and her team against SEC competition fr fr.

I love that everyone slowly coming around to what we've been yapping about for months with Liz reposting the pregnancy announcement lmao. Between that and the CC repost, everyone's seeing the light.

I'm with you babes. I've really come around to the Dallas pick especially after the Lynne Roberts higher for LA which I think would've been terrible for Paige. Also Curt seems really excited to have Paige and seems determined to do right by her so I hope he sticks to what he's showing and creates an environment Paige thrives in and hopefully that starts with them figuring out how to keep Satou.

Ah yes you and Annabeth twinsies!!!

[childabusesurvivor]

We've Misunderstood Wellness

New Post has been published on https://www.childabusesurvivor.net/reviews/2023/11/07/weve-misunderstood-wellness/

We've Misunderstood Wellness

I saw this article the other day and it covers many of the things we’ve been talking about here over the last few weeks and months. It’s about what is referred to as the wellness industry, which is a bit of a vague term, but it encompasses all of the wellness rituals and products that are being sold as “cures”.

It also points out that for all the money and time we spend on these wellness activities and products, the collective health statistics have been getting worse, especially for women.

‘We’re sedating women with self-care’: how we became obsessed with wellness

Maybe this is the best synopsis I can share, but do go read the whole thing:

Derkatch says that real wellness does not require an extensive menu of goods and services. It does not mean we swap out pharmaceuticals for natural products, or screen our tap water for hidden poisons, or sign up for resilience workshops. “Real wellness means having conditions under which we can flourish,” she says. It means social support, medical care that is accessible and empathetic, decent working conditions and ready sources of affordable and nutritious foods.

Ultimately, this is our reality. I live in an area of the US that has had a terrible drought this Summer. You don’t normally think about drought conditions in Louisiana because was are quite surrounded by water, but it has barely rained at all since the Spring, and the Mississippi River is running at such low volume that the salt water from the Gulf of Mexico is starting to come up river and threaten the drinking water of around a million people. We always live with the risk of hurricanes every year.

You can’t mediate your way out of that. There are no crystals you can buy that will make drinking water safe for an entire city. It’s not an individual problem, yet the Wellness industry, which includes mental health wellness as well as physical, offers up a promise that you can be the healthiest version of yourself just by following their leads and buying their products. All the while ignoring all of the societal problems that contribute to making us unhealthy.

I want to leave you with this quote from the article because this explains why framing our wellness as solely an individual problem overlooks so much and why I harp on this as often as I do:

According to one well-trafficked statistic, the social determinants of health – factors like air quality, domestic safety, community support and education access – account for as much as 80% of health outcomes. But these realities are neatly erased from most wellness marketing.

If 80% of our health outcomes are unrelated to exercise and nutrition, maybe we can just accept that we can do those things and make some small impacts, and we should, but the larger concern is a society that is actively making some of us unwell.

#Education, #MentalHealth, #Stress, #Support

[1rmono]

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[muirneach]

everytime i talk to my friends its like ooohhh yeah everything isnt so horrible right

[randombubblegum]

Hey so i kinda have a sad gay life advice ask,,,,, feel free not to answer for any reason ofc, but there was this girl i was best friends with for a good seven years, since childhood, and then around September she just.... Stopped talking to me? I mean we were seemingly fine over the summer, going on trips together and acting close and normal, but once school started i guess she just didn't want me around any more? And tho i know that what i felt about her wasn't quite platonic, idk if it was romantic or what, but i really, /really/ loved her, for years. I cant exactly stop seeing her in my daily life bc we're still in school so thats not fun, and we're both going to be counselors at a camp this summer so whenever i see her or think about that i feel like im going to throw up. But anyways, now ive felt like shit for seven months straight and it hasn't been improving. I keep trying to just get over it but i keep wondering what i did wrong to make her be so disgusted with me all of a sudden. Sorry for dumping or being whiny in your askbox, but idk any gay adults irl so idk where else to ask this. I guess im really saying, any advice on how to get over first heartbreak? Sorry about this

oh this is so sad…… im so sad for you :( im sorry this is happening to you…… im not sure if this will help or make you feel worse but its a really REALLY common shared experience among gay girls to have an intense and emotionally charged friendship with another girl growing up (that may or may not be lowkey romantic) that one day falls apart out of nowhere in a dramatic or upsetting way….. its literally sort of a stereotype just because its something weve basically all gone through?? it happened to me LMAO and its happened to legit every gay girl i know…… so this is a very normal rite of passage almost in growing up and being gay….. im sure that doesnt offer much comfort now but just know youre NOT alone and basically everyone else has also had this friendship

with that context being laid out tho….. its definitely not anything you did or didnt do. i really doubt shes “disgusted” with you….. sometimes these things just happen between friends!!! you having feelings for her isnt disgusting or dirty or a betrayal or anything like that, its totally natural :( its entirely possible or even likely that shes been struggling with similar sexuality issues and theyve sort of spilled out into the air between you two without ever being put into words.

i know its hard and you probably dont want to, but i would really recommend talking to her about this? even just a text like “hey, are we cool? i miss talking to you.” or something vague could open a door, since shes definitely just as aware of the distance between you two as you are. she might be relieved and happy to talk to you again or have the ice broken so yall can talk it out….. who knows!!! you dont need to assume the worst, these weird distances happen between friends a lot and sometimes all it takes to solve it is pointing it out.

no matter what happens with this friendship tho im sorry youre feeling so heartbroken and bad but it WILL pass :( i promise. it might feel like the end of the world now but no matter the outcome youll be okay again, and youll have a happy first relationship someday and this will just feel like a funny bump in the road. im rooting for you :’)

[incorrect-sweenett]

Unfinished Business

Spring hit London after a horrible winter. A winter full of freezing cold temperatures and many deaths due to influenza and pneumonia. Today, Alex sleeps in late much like shes done everyday since she lost her.

It started with coughing fits. At first they thought it was just a cold, then as Nellie got worse, Alex didn’t know what she would do if something happened to her. She still doesn’t know.

She can hear birds chirping outside the window, rays of sun that seldom comes out shining through the glass. She can hear the waves from the sea just outside and She doesn’t care. She feels nothing. She lays in a bed that’s now cold and empty in a house that has fond memories.

Alex and Nellie moved out of the city not even a year before, selling the pie shop and enjoying themselves not far from Nellie’s Aunt Nettie.  Today would be horrible. After hardly any sleep, Alex gets up out of the bed and goes to her vanity. When she looks in the mirror she sees a mess. Her hair is oily, her eyes are bloodshot, and her lips are dry after days of not taking care of herself.

Today, she knows she has to clean up so she can say goodbye to Nellie. She washes her face and brushes her teeth, takes a bath, and puts on a black dress she wishes she didn’t have to wear. She looks to her vanity and puts on a necklace Nellie had given her not long after they got together. She smiles at the memory.

She walks to the cemetery with Nellie’s aunt. The older woman loops her arm through Alex’s and doesn’t push her to talk. The older woman supported the couple, often letting them stay at her house to visit during the summer and spent a lot of time with them. She was ecstatic when her niece moved to town, and she adored Alex.

The cemetery is not far from the water. Alex picked a plot near the back so Nellie could be as close to the water and sand as possible. It’s just Alex, Nellie’s Aunt Nettie, and Sweeney in the cemetery. When the priest is done with the sermon, Sweeney gives Alex a hug and walks Nettie home so Alex can linger for a while longer.

She kneels and puts her hand on top of the beautifully carved marble headstone that reads Eleanor Lovett- Jones and closes her eyes. She feels the sun on her back, the soft breeze touching her cheek. She knows Nellie is somehow there with her. Somewhere in the breeze and the gentle waves of the water. This is when the tears start again.

“I hope you like this spot, Darling. You can listen to the waves all the time. Sweeney’s come to visit. We’ve actually been getting along.” She laughs sadly, “you know weve always liked each other, I just like to tease him. He’s taken Aunt Nettie home. She misses you too. Every night we have dinner and share stories about you.” She stops for a moment and wipes her eyes.

“I miss you so much.” She sobs. Alex looks out to the water and takes a deep breath collecting herself. “I’ll come visit you every day as long as I live, my darling.”

And she did.

[angrylizardjacket]

mouth full of white lies {Machine Gun Kelly} 2

2. i been fronting that it’s just for the summer

Summary: So you’re together, sort of, and it’s great! Everyone seems to be convinced, that’s not the issue. The issue comes when you fly to LA for filming, and you decide to stay with Colson, but the room only has one bed. And the paparazzi crash your first “date”. And he kisses you and your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest, which is not supposed to happen because this isn’t a real relationship! But it’s fine. Probably. 

A/N: So bare with me, it’s a very long chapter. Also, pretend the Tunnel of Love remix by haroinfather came out before 2018 and not in 2019. Enjoy. 

the brainstrust: @sataninsatin @silvertonguedserpent @juliarose21 @kellysimagines @estxxbritt @machine-gun-casie @harringtonstudios @misscharlottelee @narcvissa @hiworlditishumbleme @angelwarner28 @nevilles-insinuations @rumoured-whispers @mgkobsessed @edwardtriggerhandzz @suckerforbarnes @wastelcve @bakerkells @local-troubled-writer @freddiessmallnipples @oopsiedoopsie23

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It feels like you’re braced for impact when you walk into rehearsals the day after you release the video. Douglas has already seen it, of course he has, he messages you minutes after it’s posted.

[Dig Doug: Not gonna say I Told You So, but im glad you’re happy. 🦆🦆]

It gets you to smile, despite your anxiety surrounding the whole situation.

“Now what?” Colson asked after the video was posted, sitting next to you on his bed. The duvet is so soft, and somehow the whole situation is so inherently soft. Maybe it’s that you’re both in hoodies and sweat pants. Maybe it’s that you’d just told the world that you’re dating. His eyes are so blue.

You phone goes off. 

His phone goes off. 

Both of you have Twitter muted, but even so, it needed to let you both know that you were getting a lot of mentions.

“Now we’re dating,” you say, flipping your phone over, while Colson picks his up, opening Twitter and beginning to scroll through his mentions. Where in the Hell were you meant to go from here.

“Alright, cool; you wanna get pizza or something?” He asks, simple as that, and it’s now you seem to realise that you’ve been so stressed from everything that had been happening that you hadn’t been remembering to feed yourself.

“Honestly, I’d love to.”

The next day, however, it’s the elephant in the room; the others don’t say anything, but everyone, even Douglas to some extent, was wondering how in the hell they had missed your apparent relationship. But it’s not awkward; you and Colson act the same as always, you take notes for Josy, and get coffee, and type away on your laptop. 

They break for lunch, and you look up from your work only to see Josy making a beeline for you, an intimidating look of determination written all over her face. Ah, here’s where the interrogation begins. Glancing over your shoulder you see Colson shoot you an amused, if concerned look, glancing to Josy. In response, you shrug; it can’t be helped.

“We need to talk,” Josy tells you, steers you from the room, across the parking lot, into a whole new building, where she paces for about three minutes, unable to look at you, hands basically pulling out her hair, all of which amuses you greatly. When she comes to a stop in front of you, it’s as if you can see the cogs of her brain turning, her fingers steepled in front of her mouth as she tries to order her thoughts.

“You know you’re my favourite assistant in the world and I treasure our friendship, right?” She asks, and you fix her with a fondly exasperated stare.

“Of course, you see fit to remind me every time I bring you coffee -”

“Then why, my little duck, my little goose, apple of my eye, enchilada of my bosom,” she says with an almost poisonous sweetness, looking you directly in the eye, “would you date one of my actors?” And you have to hold back your laughter in the face of her sincere and rather angry confusion.

“Josy, please,” you start, and she already looks like she wants to interrupt, “I like him is all, okay? I won’t be a distraction -” you can already see her trying to protest, but you hold up your hand to stop her, “and he won’t distract me; if anything, it means there’ll be no outside distractions, hopefully.”

“[Y/N] you test me,” Josy sighs deeply, scrubbing at her face, “how long?”

This gives you cause for hesitation, because neither you nor Colson had thought to get your whole story straight the night before. He had ordered room service and you’d just talked about music until you finally went back to your own room. An oversight, sure, but you had been glad to have a plan, and were happy to figure out the details later.

“A few weeks -” when you say this, Josy makes a choked, wheezing noise, and you pause, “since... uh, since he took us around the city at the end of the first week.”

“Does Douglas know?”

“He’s not my handler,” you fire off reflexively, and Josy winces, a little sheepish, “but yes.” You paused. “Now.”

Josy lets the whole conversation slide with some reluctance, and she asks you to get her lunch from the deli a few blocks away. You agree, partially because it’s your job, but mostly because you’re just glad to get out of the building and away from her exasperated, judgmental stares.

He’s corrupting you. It’s what the media thinks. It’s what Josy thinks. And something about the assumption is already starting to get under your skin. But right as you start to get truly annoyed by the subtext she had been blasting you with, you hear your phone chime.

[Colson: am i gonna get The Talk from my AD later on? Ducky: wot Colson: like u no... if you hurt my daughter im gonna hurt you Ducky: Josys not my mom??? shes like 3 years older than me???? Colson: its a joke. chill ducky. everything alright tho? Ducky: told her wed been dating since that night i filmed a few weeks ago Colson: smart. everyone thinks weve been together since then nyways Ducky: you want anything from the deli? Colson: what Ducky: im at the deli. u want a sandwich? Colson: yeh sure. surprise me. maybe chicken idk. webber wants a chocolate milk Ducky: milks bad for vocal cords Colson: he doesnt care 😈]

It makes you laugh. He makes you laugh. It’s as easy as that; you’re still friends, it’s just that you spend more time together, are closer, when you go out for dinner with the cast, he’s invariably beside you. You’re both always on time to rehearsals, and he keeps sending you selfies from costume and makeup tests, and it’s going fine, great even, despite all the nasty DMs you were still receiving. Of course the supportive ones always outweighed the negative, and even the negative didn’t really bother you, because it’s not as if there was a real relationship in jeopardy, so it actually took a lot of weight off your shoulders.

Filming is set to start on location in LA after about a month and a half of rehearsals, and while the first month had primarily been working on scenes, the extra fortnight you’d been there had been almost consistently rehearsing as a band for eight hours a day, six days a week. The day before you’re due to fly off, the whole cast looks exhausted at brunch. 

“Pass me the salt,” Colson yawns, half asleep with his head against the window of the cafe.

“It’s right in front of you,” you counter, knocking his knee with yours beneath the table.

“My arms don’t work,” he groaned, but he was smiling now, just a little. You look to the other cast members all enjoying their own respective breakfasts. Daniel’s on voice rest, despite the fact that they’re going to be using recordings of Motley Crue themselves for the actual film, they still want him able to perform covers for when they’re filming; currently he’s nursing a lemon and ginger tea with enough honey to drown a bee. Actually, Colson was the only one out of the four of them not to be drinking tea; both Iwan and Douglas both having ordered a cup with their breakfasts. Iwan was the only one who looked ready for the day, with the rest of them all slumped over in various states of exhaustion.

“Ducky, come on, please?” Colson actually whined, and you rolled your eyes, passing him the salt.

“You’re so needy,” you tell him, but your smile is enough to let him know that you’re joking.

“Why’re you called Duck, if I may ask?” Iwan asks, and you heave a sigh, knowing Douglas was already smiling before you even turn to look at him.

“Because when our parents first brought her home, all she did was follow me around like a duckling,” his tone is all fond, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a side hug despite your indignant noise of protest.

“Adorable,” Iwan grins over the lip of his cup. You just groan, and steal a bite of Douglas’ pancakes, though he doesn’t seem to mind, “have you worked much in the industry?” Iwan’s accent sounds like home, and despite how quiet and bitter he is in character, he’s rather bright and talkative as a person.

“Here and there; I actually spent quite a few of my teenage years as Doug’s assistant when he would be filming in London,” you say with a half-smile, “still a bit of a duck I suppose, but it looks good on my CV. I do odd-jobs on sets here and there back home, have been a runner for a few TV shows, but I don’t really go out of my way to be on camera, you know,” you shrug, before hearing your mistake. Both Colson and Douglas are already laughing, while Daniel and Iwan just seem confused. “Apart from, like, my actual job, you know? Like I’m on camera for YouTube, but not for a real movie or anything.”

“Well you seem very good at your job, we’re glad to have you onboard,” Iwan nods with a surprisingly sincere smile. Beneath the table, Colson’s hand is on your knee, and he gives you a small squeeze.

“I thought your hands didn’t work?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and Douglas almost spits his drink all over Daniel at the implication.

“Excuse me?” His eyes are wide as saucers and Colson’s quickly turning red.

“I said my arms don’t work but damn, call me out why don’t you?” He splutters, raising his hands in the air in mock surrender, with only mild wincing. It’s about now that you realise the assumption that your brother had jumped to.

“His hand was on my knee, Doug, I was trying to make a joke,” you explain, flustered, though Daniel and Iwan on the other side of the booth have collapsed on top of each other with laughter. You, Douglas, and Colson, however, are all equally mortified, and make a point to move so neither of you are touching as you finish your breakfast quickly.

“I just appreciate,” Daniel was still chuckling as you all left the cafe, as was Iwan, “that Doug genuinely thought Colson was getting busy with his sister at brunch, like, right next to him under the table.

“Nah,” Iwan actually laughs, his smile sharp, “they’re just really in character.”

“Hello! Hello and welcome back, ducklings! Today we’re flying all the way to sunny L.A, which honestly isn’t that far from Portland, but the production company was nice enough to not make us road trip it.” 

The video starts in your hotel room, and follows you as you pack your things, and cuts to a montage set to some royalty-free music, of you heading to the airport, of the cast yawning. Your brother buys you breakfast at a fast-food restaurant in the airport, and you check your bags; a panning shot in the waiting area, of every single member of the cast and crew that are taking this flight on their phones.

“You look cute,” you mutter very quietly to Colson, who’s sitting next to you, scrolling through Twitter with a travel pillow squished up around his neck. He gives you a toothy smile, leans his cheek against the pillow, and winks at the camera. 

The hotel you’re staying at is beautiful, all marble pillars in the foyer and beige and cream counters, and it feels like it might be too much. This is where the stars stay, and you? You know you’re absolutely not a star.

“Duck?” And there’s Josy’s voice, hesitant, about to tell you the jig is up, hand you keys to a water stained motel room a few blocks away. When you turn to her, she’s got two separate key cards in her hands.

“Yes, Josy?” You ask sweetly; it’s not her fault, after all, that you’re not a top-billed star. 

“So corporate wanted to put you with some of the other crew, they’re staying in a place down the road - it’s really lovely, trust me, and if you want it we can still get you a room - but,” Josy glanced to the cards in her hand, before holding them out, one in each hand, “if you’d like to stay here, both your brother and Colson are happy to share with you.” And at this, your brain stalls, looking at the key cards being offered to you.

“Why didn’t they tell me this?”

“Because they’re already heading up, but they wanted me to let you know that the offer’s there.”

So it seems that in the three minutes that you were mooning over the architecture, and giving the guys their space, since you’d assumed you’d be staying elsewhere, both your brother and your fake boyfriend happened to mention that you’re able to stay with them if you want. Douglas is not a surprise; Colson is. 

“How big are the rooms, I don’t want to -” you start, but Josy’s quick to cut you off.

“The size isn’t the matter; they’re big enough rooms, got really comfortable sofas from what I could see, but...”

“But?” You prompt, and Josy gives a smile. 

“Of course, it’s all about what you’re comfortable with; you know Doug’s more than happy to take the sofa, I just know you and Colson haven’t been together that long -” And here it all starts to make sense, and you hope the smile you give isn’t nervous as you ask which key is which. You take Colson’s.

The elevator ride up to the cast’s floor has you wracked with nerves, which you think is ridiculous; you can sleep on the sofa, it’s no trouble, and he wouldn’t have offered the room if he hadn’t meant it. So why does the idea of staying in a room with him, with only one bed, have your heart beating so fast? You’d been teasing each other, flirting and being cute together, in front of other people, that was easy, but since the night you’d released the video, you hadn’t really been alone together. You hadn’t needed to be. It seems like all you can think about as you walk down the beige hallway to your room, on auto-pilot as you scan your key card and enter the room.

It’s quiet.

There’s the gentle whistling of wind that comes from the balcony, the overhead sun beating down on the pristine, Hollywood beaches. He sits on the balcony, plush armchair, smoking a joint with his shirt off. Inside, it’s all white walls and gold accents, his suitcase on the bed, already open the contents inside surprisingly neatly folded. There’s a door beside you that you’re pretty sure leads to the bathroom, and the room itself is spacious, with a gorgeous, gray sofa sitting off to one side, and a wall-mounted television on the other. Just for the moment, all the fears and anxieties in your mind vanish at the sight of this pristine serenity.

Quietly, you wheel your own suitcase to the sofa, and pull out your phone. 

He’s stunning, like that, his feet up on the coffee table on the balcony, free hand tapping a lazy beat on the arm of his chair. You take a candid photo of him as he exhales smoke, and it catches the sunlight beautifully, with the water out of focus in the background. 

“Can I post this?” You ask, and he jumps a little, not having heard you come in, before his concerned expression morphs to a genuine smile when he realises that it’s you. Turning the phone to him, you show him the photo you took, and he lowers his sunglasses to get a proper look at it. After a beat, his gaze flicks to yours.

“’course, it’s a nice photo.”

“You’re very photogenic,” you brush of his compliment with a smile, and he pushes his glasses back up his nose, looking out from the balcony.

“You crashing here?” 

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you respond, and he actually laughs, though the sound is kind.

“Wouldn’t have offered if it was.”

Easy. Like everything else about him, it seemed, this was easy.

You caption the photo ‘the view from my balcony 😍’ and post it on both Twitter, and your Instagram story, tagging him in both, and you set about checking out the room’s facilities. It’s a normal, if fancy hotel room. Little bottles of soaps and shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom, TV with a bunch of standard channels, and a whole ton more that you could pay for if you wanted, it even had a set of cables so you could charge your phone, either side of the bed. The singular bed. Which Colson has clearly already claimed.

Maybe it had been a mistake to not board with your brother. 

“I’m getting lunch, you want anything?” You call, needing to get out of your own head for a bit, wanting to explore the city a little. He’s quiet for a moment, then you hear a strained ‘yeah’.

“Gimme a moment, let me put on a shirt and I’ll come with you,” he tells you through a lung full of smoke, putting the joint out in the ash tray provided, tucking the other half in his pocket for later.

“You not gonna vlog this?” He asks, half smiling in the elevator, hands tucked into his pockets. 

“Oh, shit, knew I forgot something,” you mutter, and you go to punch in the number of your floor again, but his hand catches yours. 

“We’re coming back after, don’t worry about it.”

And, well, you don’t.

It’s easy to talk to him, you swap stories about life in the entertainment industry from two wildly different perspectives, and you find a cute and overpriced restaurant to have lunch in. All the while, you’re so aware of where you are, how there could be any number of people snapping photos of the pair of you. It’s not like you’re being overtly couple-y, you’d only been putting on this ruse for three weeks at this point, but he pays for your lunch.

“Oh, I didn’t realise this was a date,” you admit, a little surprised, a little flustered. He shrugs, eats the last bite of his burger, and smiles.

“Why not? We haven’t had the chance to go on one yet, let’s take it for a test drive. Do they- are boardwalks still a thing? Is a boardwalk carnival still a thing or was that just the nineties?” You’re actually rather taken aback by his suggestion, and can’t help but grin, picking up your mostly empty glass to swirl the ice at the bottom.

“Pretty sure boardwalks are a thing, not sure about carnivals on them, but we can check it out.”

You each finish your drinks and leave, setting off for the waterfront. Feeling bold, you tuck your arm in his, and enjoy the Spring-time sunshine. The boardwalk, as it turns out, is still definitely a thing, as are the kitschy carnival rides along it. 

“I feel like a fuckin’ teenager,” Colson mutters under his breath, knowing you’ll hear it, “if we see a couple where they’re both wearing braces, looking like they just got out of school, I’m throwing myself straight into the ocean.” He informs quietly, and you snort at that.

“Not a fan of traditional cute date shit?” You ask, as the pair of you approach the ticket booth. 

“Not in the slightest,” Colson admits through his teeth while trying to smile at the attendant. The attendant, who obviously recognizes at least one of you, is doing her best not to look like she’s staring. You each buy a ride pass and head in, and the girl tells you to have a good afternoon, with a nervous sort of excitement. 

“This feels like somewhere I’d go with my daughter,” Colson looks doubtfully up at the ferris wheel that sat ahead of you at the end of the pier, looking more than a little perturbed, but his words struck you in a way that you hadn’t expected.

“Have you told her about us?” You asked, and he casts an unreadable glance at you.

“Listen, if we’re going to talk about... stuff like this, let’s at least do it somewhere a little more private?” It seems he, just like you, is acutely aware of how busy the little set of attractions is, and having already been recognized once, it’s almost certainly not going to be the last time today.

The gangly-limbed teenager working the ferris-wheel doesn’t even hide that he’s staring at Colson with hero-worship in his eyes, and he gives you a look over, followed by an approving, rather smug nod, before closing the door of the carriage. It makes your skin crawl.

“Why does everyone get to decide if I’m good enough for you based on my looks?” You hear yourself mutter, but Colson’s slinging his arm around your shoulders as the pair of you are raised steadily into the air. 

“Who gives a shit? They’re jealous, and it doesn’t matter because we’re not really together anyways,” he’s got a point, but your expression is still downcast, and there’s a strange sadness settling in the pit of your stomach. 

“I suppose.”

Once you’re high enough in the air that no-one from the ground should be able to hear either of you even a little bit, Colson sits back, lets his gaze drift across the horizon.

“I told Cassie about us, told her the truth.” He doesn’t sugar coat it, doesn’t try and explain his way out of it, when instead he looks tense, like he’s read to defend himself. You, however, nod, giving him an understanding smile.

“Of course, she’s your daughter,” you pause, and he finally looks back at you, and you think you see some hint of relief in his eyes, “I never expected for you to lie to her.”

“She’s a good kid,” he assures softly, “got a good head on her shoulders.” And now he’s turning fond, giving your shoulder a squeeze, “fuckin’ who knows where she got it, ‘cos it ain’t me.” Laughing a little, he’s surprised when you answer, voice soft and sincere.

“You’ve gotta give yourself more credit,” you tell him matter-of-factly, “you wouldn’t be half as successful as you are if you didn’t have a good bit of sense.”

“I knew there was a reason I was dating you,” he teases, pulling you in close, but you play along.

“Yeah, it’s that good sense of yours,” you returned, and he gave you a gentle shove. “Am I going to meet her at all?” You ask finally, and Colson gives another shrug.

“Yeah, I mean sure, she wants to come to set, so if you’re around you’re welcome to meet her,” his fingers are drumming lightly against your shoulder, “I should warn you though, she tends to vet any girls I’m getting serious about pretty hard, fake or not.” And yeah, you’re laughter’s a bit disbelieving, and though he sees the humour in it, he doesn’t seem to be joking, “she’s a good judge of character, and I’ll tell you now, I’m mad protective of her, but she’s mad protective of me too.” The thought of it is actually endearing, and you lean into him, letting yourself heave a sigh of contentment, glad to have talked this through.

“This would have been real nice to film,” he muttered, a teasing edge to his voice as the two of you stared out at the glittering ocean.

“Don’t even start,” you gave his ribs a shove, which only made him laugh, the sound warm and easy in the afternoon air, the sun moving slowly to the horizon.

Slowly but surely Colson was warming to the little boardwalk carnival. The two of you play obviously rigged games, and ride the rollercoaster that creaks ominously, and he even convinces you to share some fairy floss. He snaps a picture of you grinning wide and genuine as you offer him the treat, and posts it to Twitter with the caption ‘sweet’. 

There’s a Tunnel of Love ride that Colson had adamantly refused to go on at first, but as sunset was drawing closer, he relented. 

“I’m not a cliche! I’m not a fucking cliche!” He huffs, sitting beside you with his arms crossed, his legs so long that his knees came up almost comically. You’re filming on your phone for your Instagram story, and will later add at least two heart gifs, but for now you’re just obnoxiously singing the Tunnel of Love remix, thankful that you’re the only two on the ride at the moment.

“You so fucking cute, when I see you, I uwu, can you be my fucking boo? Can you be my sailor moon?” Hearing the smile in your voice, he turns to you, something about his expression softening as he sees the joy written all over your face that the camera can’t see, “and I don't wanna fight, I just wanna treat you right; I was aiming at your heart and I don't wanna say goodbye.” 

He just laughs, and shakes his head as the ride takes off, fond adoration written all over his face.

The sun’s setting by the time you’ve ridden all the rides you wanted to, eaten all the candy you could possibly stomach, and failed at enough rigged games that you were about ready to call it quits. 

“Hey I didn’t just wanna come here for the carnival shit,” he said, and you’ve got your arm tucked into his again as he steers you both to the edge of the boardwalk, where there was a set of steps down to the beach. 

“Under the boardwalk,” you nod knowingly, which he parrots back with a smile. Beneath the boardwalk there was a gaggle of youth, looking slightly older than teenagers, some still in uniforms from boardwalk rides, some smoking, most looking intimidating, but when Colson asks them for a light, they seem to get much less hostile.

“Hey are you MGK?” One asks, and when Colson lights the half a joint he had from earlier, he nods. “Sick.” The kid nods sagely, before his gaze turns on you. “And you’re that Booth chick, aren’t you? I’ve seen you on Twitter.” It’s not hostile, it’s genuinely curious.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Eddie, that’s [Y/N], do you live under a rock?” One of the girls pipes up, decked out in black, with a thick piercing through her septum, and an intimidating amount of eyeliner. The boy, Eddie, flushes scarlet, and snaps that not everyone watches the same shit as her. “I’m Samara,” the girl offers with a grin, offering her hand to you, which you shake, more than a little pleased with their various reactions.

“I heard yous was boinking -” a third girl interrupts, wearing a boardwalk uniform and hitting a vape pen pretty hard. 

“Emma!” More than one of them shout, though Samara is the loudest.

“Is boinking still the term?” Colson snorts, taking it all in stride, though he’s got an arm around you now, “Jesus fuck I feel ancient.”

“You are -” Emma interrupts, much to the rest of the group’s chagrin, but Colson just laughs.

“I’m twenty-seven you fucker!” He crows, and Emma cracks a smile, and takes another hit off of her vape pen. “Whatever,” he shrugs, “just tryin’ to show my girl everything LA has to offer.” 

“So you come under the boardwalk?” Eddie asks, with a skepticism that made you all flustered at his insinuations.

“Can you blame us for wanting a bit of privacy?” Colson smirks, to which the group of youths all collectively ‘ooh’ at, and he gives your hip a squeeze. 

“Try the one a quarter of a mile that way,” Samara points further down the beach, “less carnival, less people.” She winks, before adding, surprisingly hopefully, “but could we get like, a photo or something first?” 

Of course you both agree, and among the group photos, you learn that they’re all working around town during winter break for college. Samara specifically asks for a photo with you, where she plants a kiss on your cheek, looking a little flustered herself, muttering a quiet thanks. You follow her back on Instagram, and she gives you this starry-eyed look.

“She’s got a crush on you,” Colson snickers as the two of you head down the beach, well and truly out of earshot of the others, and you smile, finally looking up from your phone, a little endeared at the young woman’s antics. 

“Jealous?” You ask, loftily, and you expect him to laugh, but he goes quiet. When you turn to him, he’s regarding you with amusement, and something else you can’t quite identify. “Colson?” And you slow, now near enough to the next section of the boardwalk. As promised, it was rather secluded. 

After a beat, he leans in and kisses you, soft and unexpected, but his lips fit against yours like you were made for each other. Leaning into him, you wrap your arms around him, letting him pull you close. Not exactly sure what triggered this, you’re just happy to lean into it, enjoying the moment. And then he’s pulling back, forehead resting against yours.

“You see the guy to our left who’s just left the group of kids under the boardwalk? Hawaiian shirt and expensive camera?” He asks quietly, and you glance out of the corner of eye, only to spot the exact person he’s talking about, you make a quiet noise of confirmation, and you keep up the ruse, hand coming up to cup his jaw, butterflies going ballistic in your stomach despite now knowing that it was obviously for show, “been following us for the past hour.”

“Fucking paps,” you hiss, but before your expression can sour, he kisses you again, gives you a squeeze, as if to remind you to put on a show of not noticing him. Much to your surprise, he bites gently at your bottom lip, and you let out a quiet but pleased noise that neither of you had expected, and when he leans back, he looks both surprised and kind of into it, what’s more unexpected is that the exact same expression is written all over your face too.

“Back to the boardwalk, uber back to the hotel?” You ask, resolutely not talking about what had happened, but still smiling and all up in his personal space.

“Love it, let’s get out of here,” and he takes your hand, and leads you back to the safety of the street. It’s the first time the two of you had kissed, not that you’d realised it in the morning, but it was good, you reflect, it felt like it made sense. If you’re a little more giddy than you probably should be on the way back, Colson doesn’t seem to notice, in fact, he’s grinning too, humming to himself.

There’s two posts, one right after the other on Samara’s Instagram story when you check it that night, after having briefly seen it in the uber on the way back to the hotel. 

The first is a video captioned [gross thats my mom and dad] The video was pixelated as hell, and she hadn’t tagged either you or Colson, but you knew it was the two of you, wrapped up in each other, half a mile down the beach. In the background, her friends are arguing about something much closer, though one voice cuts through louder than the rest.

“Hey, Hawaiian shirt hipster paparazzi fuck! Yeah you! Give ‘em some fucking privacy!” And as the voice, who you think is Emma, shouts, Samara turns to focus the camera on the paparazzi Colson had spotted earlier, still incredibly zoomed in, capturing his sheepish, angry expression in all it’s rather pixelated glory.

“Fuck you kids!” He shouts back. Someone throws a can at him.

“Piss off!” Samara shouts, “we know you’re not taking photos of seagulls, cunt!” He goes to respond, but the group just starts chucking things at him. In the background, you can see yourself and Colson heading back up to street level, oblivious to what was going on.

The second post is a screenshot of a set of DMs between yourself and Samara.

@yourinstagramhandle mentioned you in their story

6:28pm

@yourinstagramhandle responded 😍 to your story @yourinstagramhandle: god i fucking love you guys, it was so great to meet you @unholy-samara-tin: 😅😅😅 it was the right thing to do lmao no stress he was a creepy fucker

It’s captioned [HOLY SHIT I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN].

You get dinner with Douglas and tell him about your day, and he gives you this sweet, if a little smug smile.

“You seem very happy.” He says, knowingly.

“I am, it was a good day!” You tell him, and he hums, but won’t say anything else on the matter. The conversation is taken up mostly by excitement regarding the makeup and costume fittings that they have over the next week and a half before filming starts, and then it’s back to your own rooms. At your door, Douglas calls out to you, three rooms away.

“It’s strange to see you so grown up, duckling,” he hasn’t called you that in so long, not since you were children, even your mother had abandoned that nickname for the mildly less embarrassing ‘Duck’ in the past few years, and while it warmed your heart, you couldn’t help but tense in anticipation for some sort of gentle, sibling embarrassment, probably to do with you sharing a room with your ‘boyfriend’. 

“And?”

“And nothing,” he shrugged, “never thought you’d become cool is all, a star in your own right, aren’t you?” 

“Of course I’m cool, would you like me to give you some pointers?” You asked sweetly, and Douglas couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I walked into that one, didn’t I? Anyways, have a good rest of your night, Colson and Dan have gone out drinking.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” you tell him, and the two of you finally go into your separate bedrooms. He’s right, of course, there’s clothes strewn all over the bed, and the shower’s been recently used, and the whole little place has a warm, clean smell, like the last mist of some spiced cologne was still lingering in the air. The only light on is one of the bedside lights, and the lights of the city outside twinkle brightly, though you can’t see many stars for the light pollution. You crack the screen door to the balcony open, and shiver a little, though you tell yourself it’s from the cold, and not because the rather comforting and clean smells were quickly dissipating. 

You are alone when you try to fall asleep on the plush but desperately uncomfortable sofa, alone and struggling to pass out with the bedside light still on, not wanting Colson to have to stumble around in the dark when he gets back. You spend almost a full hour on your phone blocking people who send you nasty DMs, and responding to a few kind ones, and you post a photo of the roof just captioned ‘cant sleep’.

It’s just gone one when the door clicks open, and Colson steps in, pretty well coordinated, and trying to keep quiet. But then there’s you, staring back at him in the lamp light.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” 

Awkward silence.

“Why are you on the sofa?” He asks, hauling his bag from the bed, shoving his loose clothes in haphazardly, before patting down his pockets. “Sorry if I woke you,” it’s almost an afterthought, and he pulls out a box of cigarettes.

“You didn’t,” you tell him with a yawn that says otherwise, but you power through it, “and I didn’t want to intrude.”

He casts a dubious glance at how you’re angled on the sofa, but doesn’t say anything, and opens the sliding door wider to sit on the porch and have his cigarette. Without even hesitating, you join him, and your spine thanks you the moment you stand.

“Nice night?” You ask, sitting out on the balcony with him.

“Nice night,” he agrees, adding, “nice day all around.” And something about it makes your heart flutter. “You know you can take the bed; I’d rather sleep on the floor than have you get scoliosis.”

“I don’t think that’s how scoliosis works,” you say with a huff of laughter, but he just hums, “and you don’t need to do that, I’m fine,” you try to insist.

“You know you’re welcome to just share the bed, it’s fucking massive, I feel like I’ll get lost in it,” he actually yawns, takes another drag of his cigarette. 

“So you want me to, what, ground you somehow?”

“I just wanna know that if I roll over in the night and there’s something solid there, that it’s your arm and not like, the lightpost in fuckin’ Narnia,” he tells you, and breathes out a lung full of smoke. You watch it hang in the air, pale and silver in the light of the moon. 

“We’re gonna be in the tabloids tomorrow,” you tell him quietly.

“No-one reads tabloids anymore, we’re gonna be on like, those snapchat news things,” he says, and laughs but it doesn’t sound very amused. “Have you been getting less shit?”

“Actually,” you consider, “yeah, most of your fans are mad supportive when you ask them to be. What about you?”

“Your fans are cute, you know that? I was scrolling through twitter and I saw a whole bunch of photos of us like, photoshopped together,” he paused to chuckle, “some had flower crowns.” You can hear the smile in his words, and he seems quite enamored by the phenomenon. It’s a nice moment; he’s drunk and a little high and you’re exhausted, and you fall into bed like it’s a sitcom.

“Tell your spine I said ‘you’re fucking welcome’,” he tells you, and it’s so absurd that you laugh, even as you pull the covers up over you and snuggle in, comfortable as all hell, before turning the light off.

Then, there’s movement, and a loud ‘thwap’ as Colson’s hand comes to knock your shoulder, landing on top of the duvet. 

“Narnia?” He asks, and you give a small smile in the dark.

“Just me.”

You wake in the morning to the sound of Colson’s alarm, or more accurately, his groaning at his alarm. And swearing. And muttered ‘fucking makeup tests’. 

He’s dragging himself into the shower while you relish your days off, nose and eyes peaking out from the covers when he comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel. The two of you make direct eye contact before you mutter a flustered apology and flip away from him, though he doesn’t seem to know how to react, just quietly getting dressed. The rest of his morning routine passes mostly in silence, before you hear him open the door.

“If you wanna get like, lunch or dinner or something, lemme know, or I’ll let you know if the boys are organising something,” he tells you, and you call out a sleepy thanks in response. The door closes. Silence. You could go back to sleep, but you’re curious about the turn around time for paparazzi media, and you were not disappointed.

MTV’s snapchat story posted “MGK and New Boo [Y/N] Booth Caught Getting Steamy Under the Boardwalk” the headline.

The self-proclaimed ‘Rap Devil’ Machine Gun Kelly, best known for his album bloom, has managed to find himself locking lips with YouTube’s darling [Y/N] Booth, though you may know her best as the vlogger, and entertainment industry insider, DuckDuckBooth.

It seems new media’s hottest couple have finally landed in LA after their surprising hookup in Louisiana, set to continue working on some mysterious project that they keep hinting at, and they seem to still be going strong!

The pair were caught after a cute date along the Hollywood seaside - 

[And here they’d entered your Instagram story, from the Tunnel of Love, as well as Colson’s Twitter picture of you with the fairy floss.]

- after meeting a group of fans, they found somewhere a little more private to get a little bit romantic in a way that 90s kids truly will appreciate; making out under a boardwalk. It feels like it should be ripped straight from a John Hughes movie set in Hollywood.

However unlikely this pair may be, you can’t deny that they’re cute together.

[And here’s those traitorous, and almost painfully HD photos of yourself and Colson, wrapped up in each other, that the paparazzi had taken the day before, though with the legs of the boardwalk, as well as the ocean and the sunset as your backdrop, the photos themselves are surprisingly stunning.]

“Fucking paps,” you mutter under your breath, and screenshot the photo anyways. If it’s your lock screen, well, it’s what any real girlfriend would do, right?

[yeoldontknow]

catch up tag 🌸

tagged by beautiful angels @chillingtae and @yoonia to do this catch up tag. thank you so much loves! i hope you guys are having a happy friday <3 <3

1. what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

kat is fine! i introduce myself to people as kat. if youre using my full name youre either upset with me or a member of my family lmao

2. when is your birthday?

jan 23

3. where do you live?

nyc

4. three things you are doing right now?

working (waiting for one of my systems to load which has been bogged down and super slow lately), listening to my spotify release radar (which is....not great today im disappointed), mentally drafting lines and description for the next hero chapter as im in the mood to write today but im absolutely not in a romantic place lmao

5. four fandoms that have peaked your interest?

uhhh ill list fandoms ive written fanfic for! kpop (obviously), merlin, muse, and supernatural (but like really specifically supernatural seasons 2-5)

6. how has the pandemic been treating you?

i mean....50/50. my company is amazing and i know im super privileged. ive been working from home since the end of february and corporate have been extremely generous (giving us additional time off, mental health days, extending summer fridays until end of 2021, compensating for home office needs, restructuring work from home policies to accommodate parents). i got a bonus in june in place of my raise due to financial tensions but was confirmed for another promotion next year - even was offered a new job, literally straight offered didnt even need to interview, to create my own team in a different department. i have a roof over my head and food on my table. my family is healthy, my parents are retired and safe. like...im so so so grateful.

mentally and emotionally and creatively...i am struggling. a lot of my inspiration for fics comes from being out in the city and observing people and their interactions. even architecture inspires me. the act of moving through a city inspires nearly all of my fics (like..i think everyone can sense that lmao asas is in london, light sakura is tokyo, all quiet is movement through spaces, hero was inspired by a building in harlem). not having that kind of motion and observation has made writing really hard. and also just...the news and the onslaught of hyper-reality. its been utterly daunting and ive found myself completely burned out more this year than ever before. usually my burnout hits during new years or the holidays. ive spent part of summer and part of autumn and literally all of november just...vacant.

so yeah. 50/50

7. a song you can’t stop listening to?

Flexibility of Mind - GRoost

8. recommend a movie?

Summer Wars (2009, hosoda mamoru)

9. how old are you?

31

10. school, university, occupation, other?

currently employed at a major company in the arts & entertainment industry

11. do you prefer heat or cold?

cold!!!! its so easy to warm up and bundle. who doesnt love cozy socks and hoodies and slippers <3 <3 its so hard for me to cool down in the summer and i hate sweating lmao

12. name one fact others may not know about you?

uhhh i worked in music supervision while getting my masters and the two degrees i have do not necessarily relate to the work i do now lmao

13. are you shy?

i can be. im definitely introverted and find other people to be way, way more interesting than i am. i enjoy listening to people talk about their passions and what interests them, and this also means that i dont say much or say anything at all about myself, really. im not usually the first person to engage in a group or even to introduce myself first to someone unless i get the sense there is someone uncomfortable (with the energy, the topic, the setting, etc) and then i will put myself in a position of leadership to make them feel safe

14. preferred pronouns?

she/her !

15. biggest pet peeves?

people who react rather than respond to criticism or confrontation; people who instigate drama; really loud groups of people on public transportation

16. what is your favorite ‘dere’ type?

i dont believe i have one

17. how would you rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be?

ill say like...8

18. what is your main blog?

this one - yeoldontknow

@yeoldontknowiread is for ficrecs

20. is there something people need to know about you before they become friends?

i can be pathologically secretive in that i dont really talk about myself or what my day has been like or what im up to unless something happens that is exciting or interesting. being an introvert also means that my regard for our friendship will define it as something sacred and i will likely be more devoted (though quietly so) than you might be if youre an extrovert. im really passionate about things and if i sense that you are not as passionate about those same things i will likely not bring them up again unless i feel like you want to hear about it. it might take me a while to respond to texts or messages, but it doesnt mean i love you less. there could be long periods of inactivity in our friendship but if someone else asks me about you i will say i love you and you are special to me and will call you a close friend even if its been years since weve last talked

tagging: @yehet-me-up @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @jamaisjoons @j-pping @yeolville @loeybeans @ditzymax @imdifferentshadesofpurple @red-exo @iris-somnia @inkedtae @yeojaa @hobi-gif @sahmfanficbts @snackhobi @delhyun @yutacrush @nunchiwrites @blackberrykai @kimtaehyunq @jiminiethot and anyone else who wants to do this. i know i tagged a lot of people but really i just want to check in on you and see how youre all doing. as always please only do so if you wish <3

[softbladee]

some of my dorian x trevelyan family headcannons,,, bc also pt1??? Pt 1

It's commons for Free Marches to have separate bedrooms connected by a small changing area (similar to elizabeths/phillips room in the crown,, yes I watch the crown) so when kadatheron buys them a summer cottage in ostwick with 2 separate bedrooms dorian is confused and kadatheron is confused about why dorian is confused

'weve been sharing a bed for like 2 years now why would we get separate rooms now' 'dont you.....want your own bedroom?' etc etc they probably do just end up sleeping in 1 of them all the time and the other end up being remodeled into a study or smth maybe a reading room??? Lounge???

Kadatheron once invited dorian on a hunting trip with his brothers, the two ended up heading back early because even nobles hunting was not posh at all and was actually hunting and not just sitting on the countryside with fancy brandy

this may seem like a weird assumption for dorian to make but you've met dorian would you invite that man to go hunting for like 6 hours

no

no fucking way

in fact no one brought any alcohol since kady doesn't drink rip dorian

after they said that dorian felt weird abt pulling out his flask (kady rly doesn't care if ppl drink around him but his family is extra apprehensive abt it) and he was not gonna soberly hike around the hillsides while everyone else hunted

It's okay tho dorian hangs back with Grace, Tanya, and Belle (sisters in law) who are chill and cool and like fancy foreign teas, they tend to bicker amomgst themselves but have found dorian is a good addition and they realized it's cause he's a fire sign and they're all air signs

They also have alcohol what good is fancy tea without alcohol

Janya (Kadatheron's mom) loooooves Dorian who is of course not used to the motherly doting. Part of it is she just glad her youngest managed to find someone so n i c e.

She tries to steal an afternoon with Dorian whenever he's visiting to gossip. Dorian knows more about the nobles of Ostwick than kadatheron does at this point.

Janya sends Dorian fancy chocolates and includes a detailed note of her opinions of them and asks him to send his opinions back to her.

Honestly? Dorian's just glad they like him after the ✨c✨h✨a✨o✨t✨i✨c✨ introduction. The Trevelyan's all popped by Skyhold without notice (not just like 5 of them but like ALL OF THEM so like 16 people including kids sksksksk) Kadatheron asked Josie to warn Dorian,,, and give the man like a hot second before meeting the entire family,,, and kadatheron was like 'hello family why don't I show u my room I guess and I can ask why the fuck u showed up unannounced???'

Yes, dorian was in there naked on the bed

Yes, it was hilariously awkward when Kadatheron's parents tried to have a conversation with him immediately after letting him get dressed

Janya thought it was hilarious, Greshen III (Kadatheron's Dad) honestly has never seemed to mind much and was much more concerned with getting the whole mage from tevinter thing explained

Dorian would've rather have not talked about the whole mage from tevinter thing after his boyfriend's father saw his dick

Greshen III knew about Dorian first not realizing him and Kadatheron had a thing bc Kadatheron wrote a letter home abt everything that happened with Halward just being like what a shitty dad and Greshen III wrote back with a letter for Dorian

Just like a nice, fatherly letter? Telling Dorian he was doing alright and that it'd be okay and that if he needed any dad advice he was here

If anyone else around Skyhold nears a spare dad papa Trevelyan gives rly nice affirmative shoulder pats combined with a good 'im proud of you' 10/10 would reccommend

[kylermalloy]

I was tagged by @letsgobethegoodguys for this adorable ask meme (thanks babe!)

what do you prefer to be called name wise?

Online, Kyler. I’ve used that pseudonym since I was 13? 14? just getting started online and it would be weird answering to anything else. I’m not stingy with my real name tho, I’ve told people in DMs before!

where do you live?

United States, straddling the line between the south and the Midwest

three things you are doing right now?

Listening to a video game soundtrack, trying to hype myself into writing, and debating whether or not I should go outside and bake in the sun.

four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

This sounds like I’m supposed to talk about new fandoms I’m just getting into, but nah. Right now I’m deep into The Originals (but when am I not?), I’m rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender with a good friend of mine, I’ve gotten deeper into the Star Wars/Clone Wars fandom ever since the new episodes dropped, and I’m back into Legends of Tomorrow ever since Steph and I have been watching it through.

how’s the pandemic treating you?

Okay, for now. Teaching online was fairly simple last year when they sent us home; I was already familiar with the technology and the main goal was surviving the year. But as the new school year gets closer, it’s becoming clear that we are way underprepared to go back to onsite teaching, but we’re going to do it anyway. That makes me v anxious. My siblings and I (all teachers) had a good rant session about that just last night—we’re all skeptical.

a song you can’t stop listening to right now?

I can never stop listening to Wait for It.

recommend a movie?

I can’t even remember the last movie I watched. The last one I remember watching was 1917, but that was months ago. I’ll recommend 1917! It was excellent.

how old are you?

24!

school, university, occupation, other?

Teacher, middle school science (emphasis on physics 😏) currently on summer break, desperately trying to preserve the freedom as long as I can.

do you prefer hot or cold?

Both? Both. Both is good.

name one fact others might not know about you?

I’ve broken my right arm and my left wrist (not at the same time!) and I never got full mobility back in either wrist. Both my arms have slightly wonky configurations, which is v apparent when I try to exercise my arms in any capacity.

are you shy?

Painfully so. I spent so much time as a kid being quiet, living in my own head, and I never really got out of it. I still have to be invited into conversations and prompted to speak in work meetings.

what are your pronouns?

she/her

any pet peeves?

This is a really generalized one, but people who are rude/annoying on purpose, just to get a reaction.

Or when you want to correct something/someone but no one will listen to or believe you.

what’s your favorite “dere” type?

I don’t know what this means and I have no desire to look it up.

rate your life 1-10.

8 so far? Good. Bit stressful.

what’s your main blog?

This is my only blog. I only have enough energy for one persona. You get all of me here 😁

list your side blogs and what they are used for:

Did you not hear my last answer?

is there anything you think people need to know about you before being friends with you?

I’ll be quiet around you whether or not we’ve been friends for a week or five years. If I do talk, be prepared for random subject changes, or a half-baked deep dive into something I’ve put a lot of thought into beforehand. (This goes for online friends too, btw)

I’ll tag: @join-the-club-weve-got-jackets, @evanescentrainbow, @aeruthien, @edmundsmercy, @whitedahlia13, @thelegendofwinchester, and anyone else who feels like doing this! (Seriously, tag me. I’d love to see what you have to say!)

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Sunday Prompt! Dean/Cas: how about some oh-dear-god-weve-been-pining-for-years-finally-getting-together-action? AU, handyman!Dean helps photographer!Cas, (best friend and secret unrequited love) move into Cas' newly purchased condo by fixing little things and hanging pictures. Dean accidently drops one of Cas' nice frames only to discover lovingly taken candids of himself hidden behind generic scenery. Mutual pining quickly turns into mutual confessions of abject adoration! Kisses at the end??

Cas' new place is nice. The kitchen and bathroom are both newly renovated, the hardwood floors are impeccable, and even the window frames are freshly painted. By Dean's estimate, it'll be few years until the place needs any serious work. He still manages to put together a long list of minor yet urgent repairs. Some might say he was coming up with any excuse to spend time with Cas (Sam has said it, often and loudly, but Dean has thirty years of practice ignoring his little brother). Dean prefers to think of it as being a good friend. Cas asked him specifically for help, so he's gonna do whatever needs to be done as well and thoroughly as he can.

Cas is still in the process of moving in, with several piles of boxes around the apartment. While he's putting away the cutlery, Dean gets started on regrouting the tiles on the kitchen wall. He moves through his list of tasks, always coincidentally finding himself in the same room as Cas. It almost feels like they're moving in together, getting their new home ready. 

And that pathetic fantasy is Dean's cue for some distance. He leaves Cas in the bathroom, where he's been arranging and rearranging the items around the sink for the better part of thirty minutes, and heads for the living room. There's swathes of empty space on the wall above the couches, where Cas wants to hang his collection of award-winning photographs. They go all the way back to a shot of a seagull at sunset that he took when he was in high school (and is now painfully embarrassed by, although Dean still thinks it looks cool) to a picture he took in Norway last year that won him the National Geographic travel photo contest. Cas' talent is just one of the things that puts him several leagues out of Dean's reach. Sure, Dean is a good handyman and he's proud of the work he does, but that's nothing like being an internationally renowned photographer. He might have had a shot ten years ago, when he first fell in love with Cas, but it's been a long time since he missed it. Shaking himself from that depressing thought, Dean picks up the screw gun from his toolbox. The walls in the living room are solid concrete and he has to drill in the holes for the nails first. He starts by marking them with a pencil, standing on the couch in order to reach every spot he wants to mark. Once he's satisfied with his work, he steps down. And feels glass crack underneath his foot.Dean's stomach drops. He looks down, at a photograph of a waterfall in Yosemite Park, sitting in a cracked frame and surrounded by broken glass. The rest of the photos are propped innocently against the couch. This one must have fallen over while Dean wasn't paying attention.He picks the frame up, feeling mildly nauseous when he sees that the broken glass has already left scratches on the picture. He remembers when Cas took this one; they went camping right outside the park a few summers ago and spent the day hiking. It was one of the last proper trips they took together, before Cas starting flying to foreign countries to get his shots and leaving Dean behind.He brushes away the glass, gingerly removing the frame and putting it down on the table. Something falls then from behind it, landing on the floor. Dean picks it up, frowning. It's three smaller photographs that had been hidden behind the one of the waterfall.He turns them around in his hands, heart jumping when he realizes - that's him. All three of them are of Dean, taken during that trip to Yosemite. It's Dean laughing, holding up his hand to the camera as if trying to cover the lens, Dean with a bottle of beer poised against his lips as he leans against the Impala's trunk. Dean looking off in another direction, seeming unaware that the camera is even on him. He can't understand it. Cas has taken plenty of pictures of him, but Dean always figured they all ended up deleted. He certainly didn't think that Cas would print any of them out, or keep them like this - private, hidden. 

What can it even mean?

“Dean, is everything okay? I thought I heard something-”

Cas stops short. Dean looks up and sees him standing in the doorway. He’s staring at the pictures in Dean’s hands, eyes wide.

���What - why do you have these?” Dean asks. His brain is stuck on a loop - Cas has secret pictures of me, why does he have secret pictures of me - and the panicked look on Cas’ face isn’t helping any.

Cas stalks up to him, reaching his hand out. Dean yanks the photos out of his reach at the last moment, holding them to his chest protectively. 

“No reason,” Cas says, which is a blatant lie. No one hides pictures of their friends like this, carefully and deliberately. 

There’s really only one explanation Dean can think of, but it seems impossible. It has to be impossible, has to be just wishful thinking. There’s no way the thing he’s been fantasizing about for the better part of a decade is coming true.

Cas glances down at the photos in Dean’s hands. “Can you just... pretend you didn’t see them?”

“No,” Dean says immediately. “You need to tell me why, because if it’s what I think it is...”

He trails off. He doesn’t know what he’d do.

“Don’t make me say it,” Cas pleads. “I don’t want to lose you.”

There’s so much Dean could say to that, the most important being that Cas could never lose him. He’d rather break his own heart ten times over than hurt Cas in any way. 

Instead of telling him all that, Dean goes with his impulse. He grabs Cas’ arm with his free hand, takes a step towards him and closes the gap between them. 

Cas gasps when their lips meet. Dean doesn’t get a moment to doubt his decision before he’s kissing him back, arms wrapping around his shoulders and holding him close. It’s an exhilarating kiss, both new and familiar, the culmination of ten years of build-up which means it has to be disappointing but somehow it’s not. 

Dean isn’t sure which one of them pulls away first but suddenly he’s looking Cas in the eye, seeing that giddy and disbelieving look on Cas’ face that must be mirrored on his own.

“I don’t - how long have you been waiting to do that?” Cas asks. 

Dean laughs. “Way too long, man.”

He doesn’t wait long to do it again.

*

They make out for several minutes before finally separating and cleaning up the broken glass. Then they make out some more, lying down on Cas’ new couch. Then they stop to have a serious talk about their relationship, which involves a lot of blundering and embarrassing revelations (”Ten years?”), followed by even more making out. 

Cas pulls away at one point and reaches for the other pictures, still propped up against the couch. He takes them out of their frames one by one, showing Dean the pictures shoved underneath. 

They’re all of Dean, every single one, even the ones hidden behind pictures of countries he’s never even been to. It’s both flattering and a little creepy, and Dean tells him as much, although he dulls the criticism with a kiss. Cas complains back at him that pining silently for ten years isn’t exactly normal either. They concede that they’re both losers and creeps, and go back to making out.

Dean doesn’t go home for three days. It’s only another two weeks before he’s moved in with Cas permanently. Some might say they’re moving fast (Sam does, although Dean suspects he’s just pissy about having to find a new roommate on such short notice). 

Dean prefers to think of it as moving very, very slow.

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3 songs sets: 1, 2, 7, 18, 19, 20 (unless they're gonna be on that playlist thing in which case 21 instead), 23, 30!

AHHH hiria you are the best, thank you so much for sending these!

1. three songs that come up when you put your phone on shuffle

All Again for You - We The Kings

Cool - DALES

When We Were Young - The Summer Set

2. three last songs you listened to

Into Your Arms - The Maine

Be The Same - Point North

Diamond Girl - Set It Off (listening to it rn as im answering these)

7. three songs you didn’t expect to like but eventually loved

AH okay so this year i got into the band Hot Milk, and i was fully expecting to not like them mostly bc of their name (which is super shallow) but then i watched their video for the Rock Sound Summer Show and it was one of the best decisions ever bc i love them now. and then spot number 2 is for Stand Atlantic bc i hated them when i first heard them last year, and now im kind of coming around to them. spot 3 goes to Andy Black bc ive never liked Black Veil Brides music, but i just discovered his solo albums this year and i love them.

California’s Burning - Hot Milk

Jurassic Park - Stand Atlantic

Homecoming King - Andy Black

18. three songs that remind you of your best friend

Gotta Go My Own Way - HSM2 (because we sing it in the car together every time i leave my hometown for school)

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez (bc it used to play in her car a lot senior year of high school, and one time during my freshman year of college it played at the dining hall and i started crying in public bc i missed her so much)

Into You - Ariana Grande (bc Arianna Grande is her favorite and she plays this song a lot)

19. three songs that are your guilty pleasure

i dont think theres any music that i feel guilty about liking?

WAIT theres one singular FIR song that ive loved since i was like 15 even though Ronnie Radke is super duper awful and cancelled, so i guess that counts here!

Fashionably Late - Falling in Reverse

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

i promise none of these will spoil the playlist!

Kelly - The Aces (bc thats one you shared with me recently that i really liked)

Despacito (Cover) - RoadTrip (bc we talk about them a lot and this was one of my favorites that you sent me)

React - Artist vs. Poet (bc im pretty sure we originally met through my posts about AVP back in like 2014ish??? im so glad weve kept talking all these years bc youre awesome)

23. three songs that never fail to get you pumped up

Change Your Mind - The Summer Set (i basically start bouncing up and down every time it comes on its such a fun song)

A Billion Hits - Ross Lynch (yes from Austin and Ally,,)

Hey Ya! - OutKast (theres no way for me to listen to this song without going absolutely feral its so fun)

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

Diamond  - Grayscale (bc its a feelgood bop and ive been dancing to it a lot lately)

Say I’m What You Want - Jason Lancaster (bc hes my favorite songwriter in the whole wide world and he just put out a new EP a few days ago and every single song makes me CRY bc theyre all super sweet loving dedications to his wife!!!!!!)

Garden - Meet Me @ the Altar (bc theyre an up and coming pop punk band made up entirely of women of color and i cry just thinking about them sometimes)

“three songs” asks

[almostsweetassugax]

M jus gonna do all of these cause i kno if i do it day by day i won finish. Tehe 💗

Tangled or Mulan

I hav 44 so i cant talk bout them all but the ones i carry around the most are Rosie (bunny), Floppy (puppy), Ringo (giraffe), Muffin (kitty) or Ty (bear).

Probbly cupcakes, or apple slices, candy. i lov candy.

Yep! I hav best daddy ^^

Jus watching movies an cuddle then go eat ice cream and go to a beach an then go back home an play games together.

Noo, i don hav one yet :c

Yea but i don do anyting in them theyre jus comfy.

Movies and drawing and naps and dancing to music.

Stuffies everywheere and the walls are all pastel, one wall s pink, one s blue, one s yellow and one s green, itd hav a big tv for movies and games and itd hav loaads of different toys and fun things, itd hav a slide too! aand swings, and a bunch of clothes to play dress up and itd hav a big speaker to play music and a open area where i hav room to dance and stuff.

Icarly, Victorious, Sam and cat, Hannah Montana (little) Lucifer, The walking dead, Lost, Buffy the vampire slayer (big).

Nope, i wan some tho.

No m not.

My bes frend since i was born i lov her soo much an shes probbly one of the only people that care about me and dont judge me but she was forced to move to Poland a few years ago and weve been losing touch..

Warm milk wit vanilla and sweetner.

1-6.

Yeaa! Hav 3.

I drew my frends puppy!

Winter or summer.

Pascal from tangled! ehe.

People, crowds, change, unexpected attention, stages, relationships, new people, parties, opening up, losing control of myself, making bad decisions on impulse and spiders to name a few.

Mostly, a lotta the time m kinda half little, id say im 15-20% big, 50% half regressed and 30% fully little.

Vanilla vanilla vanilla.

Movies, colouring, little music and talking to my daddy ehe.

Wakie at 8am and bedtime at 10pm but my sleep always gets interrupted and somtimes i fall asleep during the day so s hard to stick to it.

Wakie, get breakki, exercise (probbly jus dancing), shower, skincare, get dressed, makeup and then either play games or sit outside.

I don hav either of those yet TT.

Paint s funnest.

Well s not vewy original but ive alwayys wanted a dragon tehe, like a littl tiny one that can change colours and protec me!

Leopards, lions, big cats ar coool.

Cupcakes or apple pie or strawberries and cream! yummy.

Thanki for reading this, hav a good day/night and take care of yourself!! 💛