#what a fucking dork maybe someone should smooch him idk

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke being a nerd and deciding to fake fall at the end of SLSP only to legit fall trying to get up from the fake fall. 😂🤓

[hals-homo-blog]

OK I AM FULLY AWAKE HERE’S THE POSTAL DUDE DREAM I HAD. It’s fucking Longe so be aware.

I was at my grandmas house for whatever reason, and we all piled in our cars and went to the mall. I had my P2 Dude doll with me, again, for whatever reason. I don’t think I would ever bring my foulmouthed P2 Dude doll to my protestant grandma’s house irl XD anyway.

A really really good P2 Dude cosplayer is just walking in the parking lot towards the car while we’re looking for parking, and I started fangirling out and I showed him my doll through the window, and I’m like “Guys look! That’s the Postal Dude!! Thats him!!” You know, like a fucken Dork 😭 He thought it was cute and tried to act cool and in character, but he couldn’t help smiling, I guess he thought I was funny XP.

Fast forward a bunch of gay mall shopping and we’re in a Build-a-Bear sort of store, and I’m bored, waiting for whoever of the family is shopping in there to be done, and I’m looking outside the shop at the rest of the mall. Who should walk by again but the P2 Dude cosplayer!! I got a better look at him this time, and he had some like, additional accessories that were kind of punky like a spiky belt necklace thing and stuff. He was dressed up to be P2 Dude for sure, but he had the long hair like P1 Dude :3c I think bc it was his natural hair maybe? He’s with a friend, also in cosplay, I dunno who they were tryna be tho.

I grab my mom (she’s a photographer) and dash up to the guy, doll in hand and I’m like

🥺👉👈

“Umm, excuuuse me pwease, if you’re not busy, would you mind taking a photo with me?” bc I’m shy ASF irl. He was all about it though, thank goodness, he was so nice. I think he found it odd that someone as young as me was into Postal (He was older than me and much taller, but I’m not that young either. Also it’s not odd for ppl my age to like Postal, so idk what that was about, dream logic, I guess).

He was totally into it, bein’ in character and bein’ goofy :3c He gave me a little forehead smooch, I think he knew my fangirling ass would love that (I did) but he immediately started backpedaling bc my mom made a face LMAO.

After that we went back to my grandma’s house and I was tryna get my mom to send me the photos she took so I could send them to my friends, alas, I woke up and it was all a dream 😭😭😭 a good-ass dream tho :3c

I grabbed my phone as soon as I woke up and wrote it all down in my friend’s Discord server so I wouldn’t forgor, then just scrolled tumblr for cute Postal Dude art lol.

I hagd a dream…. I need… Forehead smooch… from Postal Guy… uagh

[sergeanttpoliteness]

idk if you’re taking requests or anything, if you aren’t ignore this, but if you are I would die for a classic, upside down spider-man kiss with the loml spider-noir. poor guy would probably be very surprised at first but suddenly its his favorite thing to do. thanks I love you and your work!!

AND➝ mayhaps…. a first kiss with noir? if u have time! 

sorry for answering so late nonnies! i feel so bad about that, i promise i wasn’t ignoring y’all. same goes to the few other requests i have in my inbox right now! 

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➹ inconvenient feelings➹ (spider-noir x reader)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: can you tell i had no idea what to call this lol. i didn’t edit either bc… oof. i’ve been struggling a lot with writer’s block (nothing new, honestly lmaoo) lately and someone close to me recently passed away and i haven’t quite… been able to wrap my head around it?? i don’t know, not to be a little bitch but this week consisted of a lot of school stuff, emotions, and anxiety so thanks @ the people who requested this bc i needed to write some wholesome stuff. also thx at my bestie for helping me out w ideas, ily broz. anyway, there’s some minimum ripeter x reader although it’s solely platonic! hope you all have a lovely week (:

taglist: @marvelousmorales

It’s not convenient. Convenient was that one person with the pretty smile whose eyes seemed to possess an affinity to him that one time at a jazz club, or the singer with the honey voice and smooth runs more soothing than the late night singing of a mother to her child. A poor goon who smooched his fist whilst it collided with his face could even fit the designation, really— but what mattered, the simple component they shared, was that all three were just a speck in a sea with no end; an eternal blue void with only more possibilities hiding in the pitch-black depths neither he nor the light’s fingertips could touch. They were safe. Uncomplicated.

Peter stared out the window, at a completely distinct world, far from a city in a vintage film: the ongoing the mechanical song of speeding cars, the newer and taller lit up buildings, the blinking golden lights, identical to a field of a thousand miniscule suns. This was not convenient. It’s… so different— like day and night, water and fire. This meant to swim out of the ocean he belonged to and reach for a foreign land, to run after a mere drop of water when a whole fucking body existed behind him. It’s not safe. It’s complicated.

Your sleepy eyes roamed the same page for the fifth time with no precise purpose, more disoriented than a newcomer in a large city until they traveled and spotted their true destination: Peter’s own sight deeply engulfed in the view outside, the twisting of his brows every now and then filling your mind with wonder and curiosity at what could possibly be running through that brain of his. You could’ve continued with the ogling like the damn creep you were (seriously, you gotta stop it with that, you told yourself), but you slipped and made a mistake— the most laughably absurd misstep— worse than trying to take a picture of a stranger and then, to your utmost terror, the flash going off— which wouldn’t have occurred in the first place if you’d paid your electricity bills on time. Your apartment wouldn’t have been plunged into darkness, and you wouldn’t have, without thinking, your head clearly not in its right place at the moment, slightly tilted your phone and directed your phone’s flashlight right at the side of his face. You quickly pulled the beam of light away, as if that would work; however, his gaze drifted to you. “Sorry.” You blurted out, acting casual and pretending to focus on the journal on your lap. “You were so quiet, I thought you had fallen asleep.” You lied.

“No, I’m awake.” He said, furrowing his brows to himself— of course you already knew that. You mumbled a small ‘good’, holding the notebook close to your face, like a child staring through the window of a pet shop at some puppies, shining the ‘smartphone’, he’d learned, over the pages. You bit your lip, your shoulders shaking with your surfacing laughter.

“Oh, man, this one’s so dumb.” You snickered before running your finger up the paper, clearing your throat. “October 8th, 1999. Today I came back from my camping trip with Peter, Ben, and May. We ate a lot of s'mores— Uncle Ben makes the best! We also told some scary ghost stories, and I even made Pete scream. It was awesome. You will not believe what happened!” You read the last sentence with a dramatic tone, similar to that of a terrible news headline from a sketchy website, making yourself more comfortable on the L shaped bench seat and leaning into Peter’s side.

Peter tensed at first, but slowly, he pushed himself to relax after you rested your head on his shoulder, a quiet voice in the back of his head speaking against his desires, echoing the terrifying thought that he could get used to this. “I don’t know, enlighten me: what happened?” He asked, amused. You lifted your finger, eyebrows raising gradually, building up the suspense. He waited, and waited, and waited, until, finally—

“I have to go eat dinner. I’ll tell you later.” You finished with an unhumorous voice and a poker face. Yet again, he awaited in silence, interested. Man, you took this suspense thing quite seriously— wait.

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it?!” He looked down at you and you nodded. “Oh, c'mon! You just gonna leave the reader hanging like that?”

You shrugged, wearing a shit-eating grin, loving his genuine disappointment as you flicked the page. “Sometimes that’s just the way it is.”

“Oh, what malarkey!” He laughed softly. You crinkled your nose— malarkey. What a dork.

You resumed scanning the barely discernible handwriting, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards. “Alright, this one does have an ending.” You sat up, rolling your shoulders back only to go back to your position of hunching over the journal. “April 3rd, 2000. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I forgot I had this journal. Something crazy happened.”

“The end.”

“Shut up.” You shushed him, shaking your head. “'I hung out with Peter today. We rode our bikes, had a race down the hill near my house, and I also got a butterfly to land on my finger. Man, I love insects!’ …and I still do.” You smiled and he glanced down at you, his mouth twitching. A peculiar glow in his chest grew, fueled him after he recognized that you felt comfortable enough to share this part of you with him; an insight on the stories that carved you into the person that you were today, the being that made every classy, pearly white grin and musical prodigy so boring, so undesirable.

You shuffled on your bum to turn and face Peter, continuing, “We came back home to play some more. We were sitting in front of the TV when, suddenly, he said my name, and like a normal person would, I looked at him…” You inclined forward, voice quieting, looking up at him.

“You won’t believe what happened.”

His eyes darted heavenward and he groaned. “Oh, lord.”

“He kissed me!” You cried out, with as much emotion that past you spilled onto the paper with the five exclamation marks and the three times you underlined the sentence. You slammed the notebook shut and let out a strangled clamor. “I still remember it very clearly. It was just a peck, but he fucking… smashed his mouth into mine, it hurt so much and my lip started bleeding and everything.” You giggled, abashed, rubbing your eyes.

Peter’s brows rose with surprise, pondering how an alternate seven-year-old version of him from another universe had more balls than him. He had to admit, though, the scene playing in his head was more entertaining than unfortunate. “And what’d you do?” He questioned, his mouth twitching.

“He was just curious and wanted to see what kissing someone was like, so we promised we wouldn’t talk about it ever again. He was so embarrassed, though, and felt so bad for making me bleed that he almost started crying.” You recalled, chuckling as you eyed the cursed diary one last time and placed it beside you. “What an idiot. I miss him.” You sighed, peering up at him, grinning. “What was your first kiss like, huh?”

It was comical, almost, the raging blush that trickled his face, the greyish tint screaming for the world’s attention. It was just a Peter Parker thing, you guessed: blushing like there was no tomorrow. “Uh, my first kiss?” You nodded. “Well… it happened when I was eighteen.”

You put the side of your head against the wall, eyes going round, your inquisitiveness close to that of a kid listening to a grandparent’s story. “Was it romantic?” You wanted to know everything: who the person was, the place, the context. Did he enjoy it? Did he make the move? And if so, then was there a chance that, maybe…

Unlike you, he did not have much interest in the subject; he stuttered, searching for a way to move on from the memory before he imploded. “I don’t, I don’t think anyone’s first kiss is romantic.”

You squinted at him, noticing his obvious attempt at dodging the question, but chose to spare him. Just for a few milliseconds, though. “Have you ever had… a perfect kiss?” You said, unsure of how to word such a silly question. He shook his head and you hummed, silently taking in a quick breath, your gaze moving to your right. “Have you thought about what you want it to be like?”

Should he say it? He wanted to. He really did. But he couldn’t, even if his eyes almost flickered down to your lips. “Who thinks about that?” He muttered. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he’d been guilty of having the thought slither into his mind once or twice— possibly more than just that. Perhaps it’d pestered his mind as of recent, like that damn small scratch on his glasses that won’t go away no matter how many times he tried to wipe it away as if that would even help. Perhaps it returned as you unconsciously licked your lips and raised your shoulder, a bashful grin growing on your face.

“I have, when I’m bored. An upside down kiss with a cute guy.” You admitted, your eyes narrowing afterward, only just now realizing how bizarre the idea was once you said it aloud. Your impatience throbbed in your head so badly you didn’t mind the embarrassment as much, though. You really were doing this, huh? “I think I found the cute guy.” You hinted, your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

He understood the insinuation, of course he did. But what better way to run from your feelings than close his trembling hand into a fist, pretend to be clueless, and act like an idiot?

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

Didn’t think he was so stupid, you grumbled in your head, masking your faint irritation. You pressed your lips together, sight on your cushions. “Someone I like quite a lot.” You vaguely said, voice distant. “Though I don’t think you’d understand— you’re not one to fall in love, no?”

It was half a joke but half a real question, one with solely one right answer you yearned to hear from him if you got lucky enough. Peter blinked nervously, fear burning in his stomach, clenching his insides as his tongue dared to break free from his control, from his cowardly spell. “Lately I’ve had someone in mind.” He breathed out, close to breaking out in a sweat. He watched how your eyes dimly lit up, hesitance impeding the light from fully glowing.

“Really? And who is this ‘someone’?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Tell me.”

“Not now.” He gulped. You pouted, begging with your eyes. “N-no.”

“Are you ever gonna make a move?”

Peter drew his lower lip between his teeth, feeling dizzy just by thinking about it; the downfall of the relationship once the distance became too much, once the malaise with no cure finally rotted the adoration, infested the heart, decayed it. “No.” Same answer. Same bedeviled word that boomed in his head whenever his emotions were close to getting the best of him.

“Why haven’t you done it yet?” You whispered, not caring anymore about how obvious you were

being. He frowned. Why hadn’t he done it yet?

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Why not?”

Why not? His own thoughts repeated, betraying him. The confusion unlatched the cage, released all the questions and doubts about his reasons and dread. They crowded his brain, rang in his ears. “It’s… it’d be too hard to keep the relationship alive.” He retold more to himself and the storm of interrogations than you.

Your brows snapped together, your own fear knocking on the door again. “Is it not worth it to try, though?” It’s what you’d told yourself: the antidote to unfreeze your limbs and wave goodbye at the concern hanging in there, because… was it not?

In the overwhelming haziness, he finally looked at you. It’s what he needed to come upon a realization, a truth he knew all along but crumbled and threw away. Everything hushed, one single, final phrase in the quiet of it all.

Convenient wasn’t what he wanted.

“It is.” He said under his breath.

You heard him, and your eyes twinkled. “Well, then make the move.”

He couldn’t help it anymore. His eyes found your lips.

“I will.”

You stared at each other for a moment, anticipation never more warming than right then as it fluttered in your chest. To your biggest disappointment, he broke eye contact and stood up. “Close your eyes for a moment.” He ordered, his face indistinguishable in the dark now that he was further away.

“Creepy, but okay.” You huffed, your eyelids fluttering shut. “You better not be running away right now, you’d break my poor ol’ heart.”

“Don’t worry, that’s not the case.” You heard him say. You trusted him, which could’ve been a terrible choice. The total silence that followed didn’t put you to ease at all, honestly. Maybe you annoyed him so much with your questions that he was about to murder you, and if that’s what was happening, you were quite sad, to say the least.

Your eyelids were itching to open and you lifted a brow, straining your ears to distinguish any sign of his presence. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re not gonna believe what’s about to happen.”

You snorted at his reference, but his voice was… oddly close. You opened your eyes, and— “Oh, fuck!” You yelped and jumped back in your seat. Damn right you weren’t gonna believe what was about to happen, for Peter dangled from the ceiling right in front of you, upside down.

“Is it too much of a strange idea? I was going to simply stick to the ceiling upside down, but then I thought… that’d be… worse.” He clumsily explained. You looked up at the web he hung from, laughing in disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing?” You repeated, but you weren’t mad— your large smile backed that up. You couldn’t figure out if it was a blush creeping up his face or if it was from the fact that he was upside down. Both, maybe.

“I’m making a move.”

You giggled, glad you confessed what you considered to be a perfect type of kiss to him or else you wouldn’t had witnessed how absolutely ridiculous he looked right now. “So you’re willing to help me check 'kissing someone upside down’ off my bucket list?” You smirked.

He grinned. “It would be my pleasure.”

You bit your lip, placing both hands on his head. “Alright, then.“ 

You leaned forward, the tip of your nose brushing against his chin. You softly kissed the area below his bottom lip to tease him, but he didn’t want to wait any longer. Not after so long. Quickly, he enclosed your own bottom lip with his mouth, lastly fully aware that inconvenient truly was magnificent.

[bettydice]

Betty Plays ME:A... TO THE END

I finished the main story! Yassss! After approx. 70 hours and at about 70%.

A lot of thoughts about everything (and spoilers) under the cut! A lot of thoughts, can’t stress this enough! lol

Overall, I really liked it! I was very reluctant to get exited for it, because I’ve had a lot of issues with DA:I and my worry was that they’d only further go down the path of Things I Don’t Like. Which... yes and no?

Exploration/Planets

Really pretty! I actually liked driving around in the Nomad! (Except for when I’d climbed a mountain only to find out that I couldn’t go that way after all...) I’m not one for Open World Gameplay but I actually liked exploring Havarl and Voeld (and to a lesser extent Eos and Eeeeeeeeuuuuuuuu what was the name of the Krogan world I can’t remember). HATED Kadara. So much. So much. Why did that planet exist? We just don’t know. Bleh. Imo they should have just left it at the port area. For me anyway lol. Many planets also meant a lot of quests though, which to me was a bit overwhelming because... do I reall need to do all these???

Pacing/Quests

While the open world worked much better for me here than in DA:I, because since I’m the Pathfinder it was literally my job to run around and explore the planets and why not go look for someone’s lost parents on the way... I’m still very eh on the whole concept in a technically story driven game. Because then it’s reall hard or even impossible to make sure that the story has good pacing. Since everyone is gonna tackle all the quests differently. For me, I was really invested after the first vault on Eos, through Voeld and Havarl (jumped around a lot so I didn’t get bored with one planet by trying to finish everything there first) and was suuuper into it through Hunting The Archon. And then there was a huge hole as I tried to do stuff on Kadara without dying of boredom and finishing off random quests that somehow just had me planet hopping to scan one thing and then scan one more thing and... bleh. Didn’t help that I got hit by the banter bug around that time and the Nomad was quiet and no banter on the temptest and no new messages on the crew board... And then it picked up again. Not sure how I will feel during replays though...

Main Story

I wasn’t bored and often even invested. Love the Angara! ...not as impressed with the Kett. They made a pretty meh villain and I guess a convenient Alien To Shoot Since This Is A Shooter RPG. Exaltation reveal was moving because of Jaal’s reaction but ultimately felt rehashed from Reapers. I really wished that the search for the missing arks had taken up more time? And also that there was more interaction with the other Pathfinders, because I found those glimpses we got really interesting.

Companions

Cora

Meh. I don’t know, I liked her well enough but never had a “feels” moment with her. Also her face looked as though she was always smirking. Why are you smirking Cora, what are your secrets? Actually, I don’t really care because during your loyalty mission I was about 500% more interested in the Asari Pathfinder than you running around telling an Asari Huntress that you’re also an Asari Huntress and that you can totally quote the Asari Huntress Handbook. Good for you.

Gil

Cool guy but not sure what to make of his story line. Maybe it’s just me slowly backing away with nervous laughter whenever people in video games bring up kids? Sorry, Gil.

Kallo

I love him and he made me feel things (when we found that recording of the one Salarian iirc god that feels like 5 years ago how long have I been playing this game). And I’m glad he and Gil worked out their issues! <3

Suvi

A cutie. Not too many other thoughts about her so far.

Peebee

I... like her? She’s fun? But something’s missing for me... mabye because I haven’t finished her loyalty quest, I just remembered. Couldn’t be bothered to hop around all the planets to SCAN THINGS sorry. Uhm. That No Gravity Scene was lovely?

Liam

He is the sweetest and I love him and I will protect him with my life and his friendship with Jaal is the best and let me go sit on the couch with him and cry about how much I love him. <3 Precious. Darling. His loyalty mission was THE BEST!

Vetra

SHE IS MY WIFE AND I LOVE HER. Sadly underwhelmed by her loyalty mission though? Loved the rock climbing though EVEN IF I HAD TO GO BACK TO FUCKING KADARA FOR THAT! THAT’S HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU VETRA!

Drack

I will die for him. And for Kesh. And Vorn. And everyone on the Krogan Planet I Forgot Name Of. Krogan. But yeah, Drack is love and his medbay convo... ;__;

Lexi

Almost forgot her. Which isn’t to say that I feel ambivalent towards her. But I feel like she’s also a candidate I’ll have to get to know better via other people’s fanfic maybe lol.

JAAL

I DID NOT EXPECT TO LOVE HIM AND HIM AND RYDER TOGETHER SO MUCH???? LIke wow. They’re just so... They’re shouting their emotions at each other and they LAUGH together and HOLD HANDS and make weird faces and have their backs and TALK and then they cry and I cry and then they do the frickle frackle and that is excellent and just GOD my heart? And his family??? AHHHH. I want to write fic? But also idek where to start.

Ryder

Awkward bumbling Pathfinder mess of my heart. <3 A bit like Hawke in space maybe but (at least my Ryder) with less issues. And less “I use humour to deflect from my feelings because if I talk about those I’ll scream”. She just uses humour because she’s that big of a dork. I don’t know if I’ve ever played a character that was that open with her feelings? It was refreshing. And I love her.

Combat

FUN! But literally cannot be bothered to figured out profile/profile switching and whatever so I only used the same abilities all game! Thx SAM! (Infiltrator, no biotics)

Uh what else idk general thoughts

Fucking glad that our twin survived! Space Hamster! Space Monkey Thing! ZAP IS ADORABLE Fuck Kadara Will we find new aliens that aren’t humanoid? Hahaha that would be crazy. Really wish that they’d done more with the “do you want a military/science outpost”. Got exited there for a second. Gil and Reyes are the only m/m options? Really???????????? Could have used more Interrupts. I still can’t smooch my love interest whenver I want? Get it together Mass Effect team.

I’m sure there is more but enough for now.

[elizabethschoices]

The Freshman, Book 4, Chapter One: My Thoughts

When the drama all starts, if they don’t have a chapter entitled ‘Highway to Hell’ I’m gonna be pissed.

I gotta say, I had a long and tiring day at work, but the second I saw this, I was rejuvenated and now have the energy to write this up.

BACKGROUND TIME!

I dated James throughout the first, second, and most of the third book, but broke up with him after his stint in LA. I’m trying to get with Zig now, though I am hesitant with those anger issues of his.

I guess that’s all there is to say on that. Let’s go!

I love that red and white polka dot dress. I pick it every time. So we’re going on a trip with Zack and the rest of the gang, it seems. What can we not wait to do?

I don’t care about any of these things, if I’m honest. We’ve met Kaitlyn’s parents, and I suppose if she’s your LI, that’s a good thing. Personally, I don’t even really like Kaitlyn that much. I don’t care to see James’ parents, though I suppose seeing the Ashton family winery would be cool. Or we can meet Chris’ sister.

This is gonna be a helluva trip.

I’ll choose the Ashton family winery, because why not. Apparently there are horses. We say goodbye to Zack and then our Mom pops her head in with the typical mom spiel on being safe, calling if something happens, all that crap.

I'm  (unwillingly) single right now, as my MC reminds her mother. And I am NOT okay with that! I’m over James; let me try my luck with Zig, game.

Oh mom… So cute and naïve.

Oooh, we get to choose items to take with us that will impact the story! Our first choices are between a pair of boots, sunflower seeds, and a joke book. I’ll take the joke book; we may need to relieve tension at some point with stupidity.

Now for something more practical. A flashlight, a book on foraging, or a car repair kit. We have flashlights on our phones, and last I checked, this was supposed to be a road trip, no? I’ll bring the repair kit.

Mom taught us basic car repair, I see. Good to know! Actually, it’s info we should all know, to be honest. Otherwise you’ll get your car taken to a shop and have a 75 year old man that won’t retire laughing at your inability to do basic things. (No, I don’t know this from experience. However, I do know a 75 year old mechanic that won’t retire.)

Fuck the premium option. 48 diamonds to bring everything, or 16 for the sunflower seeds. How ridiculous. We’re doing this the hard way.

ZIIIIIG! He’s there before we are and I honest to god want to smooch him and maybe give him a hickey. He’s happy to see us!

Don’t you use that damn ‘F’ word with me, Zigmund. That will change. Or at least it better. I’ll come after you, PB.

It’s been one month since the end of Book 3, it seems. And we hung out with Zig the previous week as well. He lives close by, so… Bonus! It seems Zig has been a constant so far, as any good friend should be. I like that. I like him.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Hmm, we have an option here on who we’ve been keeping in touch with. Kaitlyn is out of the question as my best friend. It’s between Zack, Tyler and Abbie. I’ll choose the Zack option, since he is pretty much my favorite of all the suite mates.

FLAAAAAASSSSSHHHBAAAAAACCCCKKKK

Zack calls, tells us to prepare for a road trip. Two weeks, we go cross country to get all of our friends. Journey of a lifetime!

That’s it, really. Pointless scene.

'Holy jalopy’

I am LIVING for Zack’s new shirt! And the fact that he drives a beat up, old van. Also, MEAN GIRLS REFERENCE!!!

I already love this book.

We get the title screen and it’s so cute. Though the way the van moves kinda makes it look like someone’s banging on it. Also, love the license plate. '2DYE4’ So Zack.

OH MY GOD ZACK IS A HIPPIE!

Zig and MC pile in the van and apparently Zack’s grip is super tight, to which MC asks if the van has power steering. Speaking of power steering, we’ve gotta take our work truck over to that previously mentioned 75 year old mechanic so he can patch the power steering line…

Zack’s grip loosens up and that’s the end of that scene. Maybe it’ll come back later? Or maybe it’s one of those special scenes, idk.

The van belongs to his uncle, who purchased it at Woodstock. Groovy. Apparently he’s also been living in it ever since. Not groovy.

Since the uncle moved in with his gf, Zack gets to borrow it for the summer! It’s a totally groovy whip! Even Zig can get into the spirit. ;)

Zack shut off the radio right as we were jamming. Damn him, being a responsible driver. Our final destination after we pick up all our buds is the Aurora Music Festival, since Zack won tickets for it.

WE’RE GONNA WEAR FLOWER CROWNS!

Zig, honey, you could pull any look off. In fact, let’s start with the shirtless look. Also, he’s adorable for wanting matching ones for the whole group. Though it’s probably a good idea because we all know Kaitlyn will wander off and need to be brought back to the group.

Zack’s pissed because we’re basic. Whatever, I love flower crowns. He’s being a little weird though, if I’m honest. And MC notices. So we ask why.

AND WTF PB, I LOVE BRANDON AND ZACK WHY DID YOU TEAR THEM APART?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

We climb up front to ask him about it. Obviously he’s not okay, so I’ll ask if something happened. He says it was a steady build-up that he could see coming. Maybe Peru took more of a toll on them than we saw?

Ahh. Zack needs to grow as a person. Nothing wrong with that. Hopefully by the end of this book they’ll be together again, or at least in talks of getting back together. Give me something, Pixelberry. Anything. Pls.

My MC may love being single, but I hate it. Probably because personally I’ve never actually dated anyone and I just want to experience what it’s like. Zig has offered to induct Zack into the singles-only club. So… It’s basically our entire group minus Abbie and Tyler at this point. At least for my story.

Oh god don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…

Premium option? Df? I have 10 diamonds, lol, no thanks. I’ve always been of the opinion that it’s up to yourself to truly and legitimately heal. But maybe that’s just me.

Zig’s attempt at comfort is so cute. I’m already liking the changes we’re seeing in him. He’s not simply a boy toy now; he’s a dork and I like seeing this side of him.

Kaitlyn calls! She tells us she got her grades in and that they’re all Bs. Sweet! We’re supposed to tell her good news. I don’t wanna ruin the festival surprise, since it’s not ours to tell, and I don’t really consider Kaitlyn my best friend (I don’t hate her, she’s okay, but I feel like we have better friends in the game than her.) so we’ll tell her about the van.

Apparently there’s an old guitar in here that Kaitlyn can practice on. That sounds fun, if I’m honest. Idk, I just like when everyone in the car sings during the road trip.

She hangs up and we listen to music for a couple of hours before pulling off the highway. We’re in Maine!

Next chapter we get to see Chris and find out what he’s been up to.

Ultimately, not a hugely exciting chapter as far as content. Prospect though? Plenty of fun to be had.

Until next week! (Also I’ll try to get this done on Wednesday instead of Thursday; I actually wrote this up yesterday but never got around to posting it. Sorry!)