#when we eventually got separate rooms she still came into my room a lot because the big mirror was there

[fwoosheye]

Well duh you put stuff on their spot what else were they supposed to do?

Im not allowed to use most of my dresser top space because this brat will push things off to sit here

[lethalchiralium]

If ur taking requests can we get something like Ghost still doesnt trust fxreader at all even when they are together for like 1/2 years and she gets all sad and starts distancing herself tyxxxx

No More | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: guys. guys i mean it keep the requests coming i love them. also : captain reader? because girlboss??? it’s kinda shitty but i love messy. gives me better control of future chapters :)

CALLSIGN: Mercy

warnings: angst, cussing, realizations and sort of heartbreak.

summary: You’ve been with Ghost for a year and a half - you allowed him into things you kept safe guarded, and realized that he has never done the same for you.

REMINDER: This is a side-blog, not my main! If you have any questions, feel free to message this blog or reblog! Reblogs are always appreciated - as well as any comments, they keep me motivated to write stuff like this!

SERIES MASTERLIST

You thought he would grow out of it. He’s an adult; given, he’s a very fucked up soldier, but an adult that has done adult things. He’s a few years shy of being in his thirties, and he doesn’t even understand the basics of having a girlfriend. He doesn’t understand a lot of things, and even though you’ve explained to him more times than you can remember, he still didn’t understand you after a year and a half of being together. Sure, you are on the same squad, you leave separately on break but always end up in the same apartment. The apartment that had framed pictures of you, your family, your dog - yet it always feels like he doesn’t give you anything.

It’s been a year and a half and the only personal thing you got out of him was a story about his brother when they were younger. You had told him countless stories of you and your childhood best friend, your single dad who fostered and adopted you. You even told him about your childhood dog who got hit by a car when he was young and still lived to be 15, about the very short memories you had of your godfather before he passed. You had told him everything, you had put your full trust into him and he hadn’t even given thought into putting an ounce of trust into you.

You couldn’t help it when you started to close yourself off - a trauma response from those years in the orphanage, then the system. You took less and less patients, eventually getting confronted by your Lieutenant, “What is going on with you, Captain?” You had given them a half-assed answer, “Got a lot of papers to go through from Price. It won’t be a long time.” And you kept yourself locked in your office, looking over case files and possible missions you could go on to escape this. Escape the feeling that has been gnawing at your soul since the last time you left your apartment with him three months ago. The feeling of distrust, of emotional abandonment.

You didn’t stop your tears when they came every night after Ghost had visited, but you never cried in front of him. You figured that would give him more ammunition to keep you at arm’s length.

Your hand ran across the hefty manila folder, the other held onto your vest collar. You opened the folder.

It was a stupid decision, you knew that. He would never let you get out of his sight, let you be anywhere without his knowledge and approval. But you needed something different - you needed somewhere where you felt like you could breathe, with people you trust and have put trust into you.

Your dog, Cerberus, whined from your cot across the room. You’d been sleeping more in your office than your own room, you figured it was because you were mentally preparing to be out on the friend with your old squad, and definitely not because you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Ghost. He never let you move away from him in missions, never let you out of his sight when on them - it was suffocating, feeling like you were inadequate in a field you spent most of your life in because of the man you loved with everything you had. You gave him your all, your everything - he definitely made you feel that it would never be enough, without him even speaking a word.

Your eyes read over the mission again. Reconnaissance on a couple of enemy bases, a patrol of safe houses in the area to make sure they were still secure. That and to infiltrate a top secret base deep in the mountains to retrieve information on a possible illegal uranium enrichment plant being constructed. Your eyes darted back across the room to Cerberus, you whistled lowly. The German Shepherd leapt off your cot, scrambling to sit in between you and your desk, he plopped his heavy head on your lap. You smiled at him, scratching behind his ears. “Good boy, Cerby.”

Your team consisted of your good friends, Logan and Hesh Walker, as well as Keegan Russ. You remembered how threatened Ghost was with how close of friends you were with them, you had chose to follow him to 141 instead of stay in the comfort of the Ghost Crew. A choice you had regretted earlier, but not now. You felt a lot better equipped with such an intense task force, you have more medics than before and an actual base to stay in - that and Price seemed a lot more relaxed now that Hassan and Shepherd were no longer a problem.

Cerberus’s ears perked up and he darted out from under your desk as you heard thunderous footsteps coming towards your office.

“Lay down.” You ordered your dog, he looked back at you before he skittered back onto your bed. You stood, your seat wheeled backwards half a foot. It was only five more seconds before your office door slammed against the wall, Ghost stormed in and shoved it back into the frame with his foot. He held up a folder just likes yours before he growled loudly, “What the fuck is this?”

You closed your own folder, moving your hand from your vest collar and splaying your fingers on the cardstock. Your eyes stayed down on the folder stamped, “Classified.”

“You’re going on a mission with the Ghosts?”

Your eyes looked over some stamped patient files, taking them in your hand and opening a few to se did you had signed them.

“Price told me five minutes ago. You’ve known for how long?”

You closed the files and whistled lowly again, the clicking of claws against the concrete was heard as the massive search and rescue dog curled around the back of your legs. You didn’t even have to look to know that he had his hackles raised - when you were on guard, so was he.

Ghost marched forwards and slammed his folder down on your desk, his fist clenched as he growled, “Answer me.”

“A month.” You muttered, eyes staring at the folders in your hands before turning away. You’ve cried over him the night previous and the seven before that, must you face him?

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” His voice was gruff, appalled. “That’s reckless. And you told Price not to tell me? Really?”

“It was need to know.” You answered, placing the files back on your desk before you stepped around your dog to the head of your cot where your duffle sat open. He followed, keeping a distance of six feet from you because of Cerberus curling around your legs and staring at him. Your hands grew shaky as you began to double check everything in your bag.

“I tell you whenever I leave for any mission, any fuckin’ errand, and you don’t dare tell me about one of the most important ops we’ve had in months? Why are you going?”

“They need a medic, they requested me.”

He scoffed. “We need our medic.”

You slowed down, hand brushing over your beige t-shirts as you spoke, “You have my lieutenant, Gomez.”

“I want you here.” His voice softened a little, you shoved the clothes down farther in the bag, pulling out your spare medkit and opening it, eyes darting over its contents. “I only trust you to patch me up.”

You slammed your spare med-pack closed and back into your duffle. You quickly zipped it, sharply saying, “That’s funny, ‘cause you seem not to trust me any other time.” You turned to look at him, eyes brimmed with tears.

His eyes widened. “What?”

“You don’t trust me, Simon. You never let me take my lead when we’re on missions, let me be near you, let me talk with other people.” Your arms crossed over your chest, tears slicing hot on your skin. “You don’t trust me. do you even want to be in this relationship?” Your hand went up and quickly wiped away your tears. “Because it certainly feels like you don’t.”

He stood there, stunned - his hands at his side, he had no idea what to do with them. “Of course I do.” He took a step forward, cautiously placing his right hand out. “Of course I trust you.”

You backed away then, your calves bumped into Cerberus, your hand reached down to touch his head - an attempt to calm yourself. “Then why can’t you put a little faith in me? A little faith that you are the one I go to sleep thinking about? That you are the one I worry about when I’m out on the field, instead of my own safety? That I wouldn’t ever do this to you?” Tears fall rapidly, your heart beat roughly in your chest - anxiety was gripping your diaphragm. “I trust you with my life, Simon. I have since we got together. It’s been almost a year and a half and you still don’t even trust me to have your back.”

He just stands there, arms at his side - his eyes stared at you, dark and full of pain. “I do. I do trust you, Y/N.”

You threw your duffle on your back and walked towards him - shoving a finger into his chest, looking up at him. “You have this whole mission to think about this, about us. Because I can’t be trusting you blindly when you don’t even trust me to breathe.”

You moved around him, whistling for Cerberus. The dog swiftly followed you out of the office, and you slammed the door behind you. You swiftly walked down the corridor, and as soon as you turned the corner, your back hit the wall. Your hand flew up to your mouth, pressing into it to muffle the loud sobs that fell from your throat. Cerberus pawed at your leg before pressing his head to it.

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part 2 here!

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[olivia2arsenal]

Lia Walti x Williamson! Reader - Everton

a/n: did say my other fic would be out on sunday but life’s just got really hectic so here’s a smaller one while i finish up with the other one

warnings: none!

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i’ve known wally since forever, her and my older sister, leah, have been best friends since i could remember

just like my sister i had worked my way through the age ranks at arsenal before eventually making my debut at 18

i played along side leah as the cb duo and learnt so much off my older sister

there is a massive gap in our age difference between us two but that’s never really been a problem and if anything made our friendship stronger

wally and i had been seeing each other, much to leah’s dismay, off and on for a few months a couple of years ago before i eventually found the nervous and asked her to be my girlfriend

that’s how we found ourselves here today in a two year relationship and happy as ever

“i’ve got a bad feeling about today” wally said as she came and sat herself in my cubby, myself just finishing getting ready to go out into the tunnel

i knocked my knee against hers

“you’ll be fine wally, what’s making you feel like that?” i asked softly as i slipped my match shirt on

“someone’s going to get injured today” she shook her head, i placed my hand into hers and nudged her chin to look at me

“if it’s really distracting you then tell jonas and i’m sure you can sit this one out” i said softly as she shook her head

“it’s too soon until the match kicks off, i’ll be fine” she said as she pushed herself up and out of my cubby, making her way to the changing rooms door

yet she was far from fine…

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i remember every single detail of the injury

we were in the second half, lotte and me as the centre backs because leah was out with an injury

everton were on the outskirts of the box when lia pushed out too apply pressure

i watched her get the ball and start to dribble before aggies went studs up into her ankles

i winced at the tackle, wally immediately collapsing to the floor and letting out a scream

i was still far back from eveyone and could see everything going on, i watched how lotte and katie push aggie while other shouted at her

i got it, if it was another day with a player that wasn’t so young i probably would have done the exact same thing

but this was different, aggie was still learning, she didn’t mean the tackle and clearly was inexperienced

i’ve played with aggie at england and she’s the nicest person ever, she didn’t purposely mean to hurt lia and was just eager to prove herself

i also knew that she was most likely going to receive a lot of hate on social media from this

of course the first thing i wanted to do was make sure lia was alright but i had to make sure aggie was okay and take her away from this situation

i pushed katie and lotte out of the way while also pushing the few others that were letting their anger be known from their words

they had every right to be mad, as a team we were already struggling with injuries and this was another one added to the list

i wrapped my arm around aggie’s shoulder

“come on” i said sofltly as i walked her away from the situation, i could see the tears building up in her eyes as we separated ourselves from the massive group near the box

“i didn’t mean to y/n” she shook her head as she bent down and covered her face

“ay i know aggie, i know” i said as i pulled her back up and pulled her into a hug

“it’s a learning experience okay, wally will be okay and the girls are just caught up in the moment” i reassured her as i felt her nod against my shoulder

“you’re eager to prove yourself, that’s it, you weren’t purposely going for her ankle okay” i added as one of her teammates walked over and smiled gratefully at me

i let her take over as i jogged back over to wally, now my whole attention was on her

“where the fuck have you been?” katie snapped as i bent down next to lia and held her hand, trying to get her to take some of the pain relief

“not the fucking time katie” i said sternly back as lia looked up at me, my face softening when i saw her looking for reassurance in my eyes

“we will get through this together love” i said softly as i brushed some hair out of her face

“lia we are going to have to put you on a stretcher” the physio said as they started to move her onto the stretcher, wally wincing as they did

eventually they lifted her up on the stretcher and started to walk her to the tunnel, fans clapping for wally

aggie received a red card, as expected, and started to make her way to the tunnel- head down clearly still upset from it all

i patted her on the back as she passed me before the match continued, now having to fight the mental battle of wanting to go and see lia

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i burst into the medical room where wally was, her eyes shooting up to mine and face softening once she saw it was me

“careful you’ll take the door of its hinges” she teased as i made my way over to her, eyes never leaving her ankle

“fuck wally” i muttered as she placed her hand under my chin and moved my eyes to hers

“i’ll be fine” she said softly as there was a knock on the door, both of us turning to the door

“hey, is it okay if i come in?” aggie asked as she popped her head into the room

“of course” wally smiled softly at her

“i just wanted to say sorry, i really never meant to hurt you” aggie apologised as she walked over

“i know you didn’t, i know you eager to prove yourself that’s all” lia reassured her softly

“that’s exactly what y/n said to me” aggie laughed slightly

“great minds thing alike” wally teased

“well i’ll leave you two alone, i just wanted to say sorry” aggie said while wally nodded with a soft smile

i walked aggie to the door, patting her on the shoulder and praising her for how mature she had been with the whole thing

i turned back around once she left and made my way back to wally, finding her hand with mine as we talked- trying to distract ourselves from her injury

“i’m proud of what you did today” wally said softly to me as i gave her a puzzled look

“instead of doing what the rest of the girls did, you looked after aggie and made sure she was okay before you came to me” wally said as she squeezed my hand gently

“i was once in her shoes, having done the exact same thing with the exact same reactions from the other players and it didn’t feel nice at all” i said shaking my head at the memory of when i was younger only just starting my professional career

we could only hope the hate aggie received online was going to be small…

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a/n: hope you all liked this, it was short but just wanted to get something out quickly!

[starseneyes]

MINI Meta - Daniel x Betty - Detty - Ugly Betty - Series Finale

Right now, my brain can’t take in much new in terms of entertainment or consumption. When I am writing, I don’t process new things as well as I do when I’m on a break, for whatever reason.

I feel like I miss too much because my brain starts working on some problem or hitch in a chapter, and too late I realize I’ve missed vital dialogue on the screen.

So, I tend to put things on in the background that I already know. Ugly Betty was such a fun show, and I truly thought I wrote about it at one point way back when. It’s possible it was so long ago that it was on my LiveJournal.

I was always a huge fan of the Detty, but I had no idea this show was part of a series of spin offs of a telenovela when I started watching it. I found out much later that in all the spin offs the handsome boss and Betty eventually became an item.

There was always a lot of debate back in the day about that final episode. For those that don’t know—Ugly Betty found out they wouldn’t be coming back for a Season 5 while they still had some episodes to film, so they were able to wrap as much as they could.

That means, there were some stories that were wrapped up nicely, others that were open-ended, and some that were the subject of much debate—namely, the future of Betty and Daniel.

Nobody can know for certain except those in the know, of course, but I’ve been rewatching that final season and especially that final episode. We all pretty much know what Claire knows by then—Daniel is head over heels for Betty.

I mean, c’mon, he talked about what a great team they made not only because they are a great team, but because some part of him has been getting louder.

I don’t tend to think of it as an awakening—he knew Betty was special to him pretty quickly. But I think he took it as a given that she was always going to be there. And as her determination and talent are taking her elsewhere, he has to reckon with why it bothers him so much.

Claire is quick to point it out, and he tries to shake it off. But, Daniel, honey, nothing in your behavior in that second half of Season 4 came off as remotely platonic. And your neon "I LOVE BETTY" sign was already flashing way back in the day, or Gio wouldn’t have mentioned you when he ran into Betty in London.

So, by the time of the party, Daniel has put together the pieces, realized his mother was right, but he is still stuck, in some ways.

And he thought the promotion/raise would be enough to keep her there, but it’s not. Because that isn’t what Betty wants. She wants to move on, and Daniel has trouble separating, "Move on from Mode" from "Move on from me" because the two have been so intertwined.

When Claire insinuates to Betty that Daniel has a thing for her, she shakes it off. It reminds me of, "I was so stupid to think that he would like me... I should’ve known that when he said I was beautiful, he meant on the inside."

That time, she believed it and got hurt. So, of course she has armor now against believing someone who would like Amanda (Connor and Daniel) would like her. But Daniel does. And Claire knows it.

But, remember what Daniel said to Betty way back then. "Men are stupid. They go for the obvious. Trust me. I know. I’m still doing it and I should know better."

He knows better, now. But Betty shakes it off. It’s just not something she’s ever considered. Daniel wouldn’t be interested in her.

They haven’t spoken since he signed her release. Since she walked in the room and he knew with one glance that he’d lost her. And they both knew it ached in a way they couldn’t soothe. But Daniel also knew that he had feelings for her, and there’s a block in his mind that keeps him from saying anything.

She’s leaving. She’s going. And even as her friends are toasting her goodbye, he isn’t there.

As Claire walks away, Betty thinks it over, trying to connect the dots. That can’t be right, can it? She picks up a glass of champagne and takes a sip, as though alcohol will somehow clear her vision.

It’s not long before Betty steps away from her own party to call Daniel.

"Daniel, this is Betty. It’s my going away party, and you’re not here."

Her voice cracks at the end. No matter what they are to each other, they’re something. And now her mind is whirring.

"I really hope I get to see you before I leave. Okay, bye."

She rushes off the line, because what is she going to say? Your mom insinuated you’re in love with me and now I gotta know if she’s right? No, she rushes off the phone because she has no idea what she is going to say.

Part of her is terrified that she was right that Daniel hates her, that he will never want to see her, again. But the other part is terrified that Claire is right, and she broke his heart and he will never want to see her, again.

When Daniel finally arrives at the party, he’s on the outside, looking in, a glass separating him from Betty. He can see her, and if she looked over, she would see him. But she doesn’t.

Instead, he watches Betty alive and celebrating. She’s a phenom, and he always knew it. He just didn’t imagine a world where she would be so far away. But he doesn’t want to say anything—because she’s moving on and he’s still stuck in place.

"I think I need to let her go."

Because he doesn’t want to hold her back. Because he thinks he isn’t worthy of her. Because he wants her to have everything she’s dreamt of.

Damn, Daniel loves Betty.

And what seems like the very next day, he makes a move. Not for Betty, but for his life. And, to be honest, he needed to do this first. Because he is to the point where he feels like everything has been handed to him, and he wants to go out and earn something.

"And what are you going to do?" "I’m gonna start over."

Because he needs to try a few things. He needs to see what the world holds for him. He needs to get his head on straight and get himself in order. I think Betty leaving really pushes him to do that.

Because Betty so often pushed him to be a better version of himself. And in her absence, he needs to learn how to do that for himself.

Now, that doesn’t mean she (and others) can’t positively influence him in the future, but Daniel needs to learn how to hold himself accountable. Stepping away from Mode was the first step.

We don’t know how much time passes between that and Betty and Daniel’s London meetup. My gut says a few months. But, that is strictly conjecture.

We see from the montage that Betty has created a life for herself, here. She has friends. She meets up with folks. She works hard. She loves her new life.

Presumably, she and Daniel haven’t spoken, still, since he walked out of his own office to avoid her after his heart was broken. That is a huge break in communication for these two.

But, I think by now Betty has assumed Claire was right about Daniel’s feelings. And the last thing Betty would ever want to do is hurt Daniel, so she respects the silence.

Daniel has been working on himself, and after some soul-searching, he is ready to see her. He is ready to take the chance. He crosses the whole bloody ocean just to be near her.

My brain goes a thousand different direction on how he found her, but I love that she’s there, living her life, and accidentally walks right into his arms.

Sitting on the steps together, her legs are crossed toward him. He sits open, and I strangely feel like it reflects his openness toward whatever life brings his way. He’s trying a different approach to things. But he’s still angled towards her.

"I know there’s a lot you can do, Daniel."

It’s their usual rhythm of her encouraging him or him encouraging her. This is part of their thing. As much as casual flirting is her and Gio, Daniel and Betty’s is an endless chain of being each other’s greatest cheerleader.

"Goodbye. And good luck, and have a safe flight." "Thank you, I’ll call you when I get there."

He is thoroughly charmed. He didn’t know how she would react, but here she is, still open to him showing up in the middle of her life without warning. Still smiling at him. Still bringing out parts of him he didn’t know existed.

"So, that’s it? You’re headed back to New York?"

She’s fishing. Rachel of 2010 didn’t catch it, but 2024 Rachel totally sees that she is fishing, here. She wants to know if there’s another reason he is there, but she doesn’t want to get her hopes up.

Because while she has been content these past few months, she is elated he is here, and she isn’t ready for him to leave.

He considers her question for a second.

"No, I think I’m gonna stay around here for a while. See what I can find."

Look. At. Her. Face! Look how she brightens at those words, how a smile plays across her lips.

"Maybe take you to dinner. Tonight, if you’re free." "I would love that."

Ah, my babies! She is nearly blushing as she smiles. Because she knows what it took for him to ask. She knows, now, that Claire was absolutely right. Daniel is down bad.

And look how satisfied he is with himself. That little smile is clearly, "Hell, yeah, she said yes!" Because, at this point, they both know what they are saying. They no longer work in the same building. They are friends, but this is different.

Daniel told Wilhemina that he was starting over. And he is.

It’s too short a shot after his little, "f*ck, yes" smile, but Betty’s face before the bell tolls and she realizes how long she’s been sitting on the steps is something to behold.

She’s smiling. She’s holding his gaze. She’s seeing him in a new light. Because she is allowing herself to see him in this light, and to imagine how he sees her. Years earlier, he told her she was beautiful.

She knows he thinks she is truly beautiful. She knows he thinks she is smart, capable, talented, hard-working, and so many other things. Now she knows he crossed an ocean to take her to dinner.

Not only that, he let her know that he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. This isn’t some knee-jerk reaction to her leaving. He’s had time to think it through, and process. When he told her he couldn’t live without her, that was within the former paradigm of their relationship.

Here, as they sit on these steps, all the hierarchical elements are gone (well, at least until a few lines later, but we’ll get to that). This is Betty and Daniel—two people who know each other better than they know themselves.

And Daniel knows he adores Betty. And as she looks back at him, she sees possibilities she’d never considered before. And she is almost surprised to realize she wants to explore them. With him. With Daniel.

With the clock chime, she stands, awkwardly holding her bag in her left hand. As she stands, she remarks on needing to get back to work, and that could be the end of it. But Betty gives us a little more.

"I’m really glad you’re here."

And then she reaches up for a hug. She reaches for him first. She didn’t have to do that. But she wants to hug him. She wants him to know she means it. She is so glad he is there.

Because Betty’s life no longer revolves around Mode and her family. It’s a different—but still beautiful life—and she wants Daniel in it.

He wraps his arms around her, and as he does, Betty closes her eyes. She’s savoring this. They’ve hugged before, but this time is different. The next time they see one another, they’re going to be on their very first date.

When she pulls away, they’re both just a touch awkward. Because this is real, now. He mutters about calling her later while she pulls her arm away a little too quickly. They can both feel the shift in their relationship. Subtle, but there.

But she only gets a few steps before she has to turn back around, to see him, again. To smile at him, again. To talk to him, again.

And the framing here on him is great because he is still in the same shot from the hug—same camera positioning. Like Daniel is still hanging there in that moment, and I just love that.

"Hey, if you want something to do, I am looking for a new assistant." "Well, maybe I’ll submit my resume."

They’re both smiling. They’re enjoying this. The awkwardness left as quickly as it appeared. Betty chuckles, leaning toward him as she does.

She turns to leave, and even as she takes the stairs carefully, pushing her windblown hair from her face, she is still smiling.

Daniel watches her go. We see Daniel of old in his face—smiling in appreciation of the woman Betty is. But he also ever-so-subtly looks her up and down as she walks away. Oh, yeah, boy is down bad.

And Betty, though she really needs to get back to work and knows she’ll see Daniel in a matter of hours... she has to sneak one more look back at him. And the smile on her face could rival the sun in its brightness.

So, while there is a lot of debate around how things ended for these two, I think the clues are there for us to surmise they are both excited about that first date.

And while I wish there was more Ugly Betty to tell us for sure, I like my little head cannon that they were happy together in the new life they built.

Thanks for reading this random mini Meta I didn’t intend to write. It just got stuck in my head and I long ago learned I need to write it out it I’m going to get through. See ya on the next!

[dating-sim-imagines]

Dangerous Fellows

[🜲] THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTIIIING! ✨

I really have no idea how the day spiraled up into this, a couple months ago we arrived at the safe zone all together. Lawrence was still a biit possessive toward me but there's a therapist here in the safe zone to make sure no one looses their mind. Today we were to the outside area of the safe zone after we all completed our chores for the day, making fun of some zombies lurking by as the guards scolded us and shot them with the antidote as we all laughed. But there was a problem with no brain, just tits, Scarlett.

I have tried for months to at least get her to be cordial toward me, trying to avoid the drama and just try to be hopeful the world will be better in the future but Scarlett kept targeting me for no reason at this point, even Jay was getting tired of her shit. Today we were all having fun until I playfully insulted Zion but of course, Scarlett couldn't mind her own business. "Girl, you can't be talking with your hobo looking ass clothes bitch." She insulted me as we heard the usual annoyed grunts from everyone but a certain blonde boy was craving chaos today. "Ooh, MC! Personally I would NOT take that disrespect. You're going to let her talk to you like that?" He whispered into my ear with a smirk as Lawrence gave him a look that screamed 'Don't fucking start' but he already did.

My blood boiled as all the pent up rage in me finally exploded "Kinda bold for you to talk when your shitty ass sense of empathy and bitchy attitude are your only personality traits other than whore" I said in a calm voice as I smiled at her, Eugene held back laugher as the whole group looked shocked and a bit disappointed of me clapping back and letting her get to me but I was tired and Eugene was starting to get what he wanted. "At least I enough balls to speak with my chest instead of taking it all like a dumbass, looks like you grew out of it tho but you've got a loooong way before you earn some of your self respect back" She looked irritated, and Lawrence was trying to stop her while Jay and Eugene seemed like they were having fun, "Guys knock it off-"

MC: At least I got enough self respect to not try and show my tits to Zion every chance I get-

Scarlett: OH NOW YOU DID IT YOU LITTLE SHIT

She lunged at me while the small group started yelling and trying to separate us, Haley looked horrified in a corner, Eugene and Jay were loosing their shit while the rest tried to break us up. There was a lot of hair pulling, punching, kicking, insulting and even biting. Eventually because of the commotion a couple guards came to see why we were so loud and at last separated us, we were both bleeding and taken to the infirmary but to make things worse, we were put in the same room to rest.

MC: ...

Scarlett: ...

Nurse: I'm very disappointed in you guys, you are not kids

Zion: Yeah, but to me MC was justified, you on insulting her for no reason, Scarlett.

Lawrence: Shut the hell up they are both dumb, and Eugene I wanna speak with you for a moment.

Eugene: Shit... It was worth it tho-

Harry: Oh my god-

[thatlittledandere]

I lived in a dormitory for a year. Best year of my life but that's not the point of this story. The point is, one of the friends I made there brought her PS4 and, eventually, when we knew everyone could be trusted, left it in the common room.

One day, playing Project Diva, she struggled to full combo Tengaku on Expert. Many of us tried, with varying levels of success. When she eventually gave up, another friend took the reins.

And became fucking obsessed.

What I mean is... every day, after we finished classes and got back to the dorm, he would take his stuff to his room and come straight to the common room to play Tengaku. He would play it nonstop until dinnertime. After dinner he would continue. He would do his homework at some point and then come back to play Tengaku until it was bedtime. He would stay in the common room with lights out after curfew to play Tengaku with the sound as low as he could set it and still faintly hear. I cannot stress enough how much I am not being hyperbolic about this he was literally always* playing Tengaku in the common room. Which was, incidentally, not so much a separate room as an indent in the corridor with all the rooms. You could always hear Tengaku when you opened your door.

*he only took breaks if someone explicitly asked to watch tv or play something else. he would not stop if you asked him to stop playing but weren't going to use the tv yourself.

And this went on for... quite a while. I want to say "like, two weeks, at least," but it PROBABLY wasn't that long. It's been almost ten years; my memory is hazy. But even if it was just a couple of days. That's a lot of Tengaku. That's a lot of one song as the permanent, looping soundtrack of the entire third floor of a dormitory.

Many of our friends came to — quite understandably! — fucking hate Tengaku. Some of them still can't listen to it all these years later. You mention the word Tengaku and get grimaces. You'd think they break out in hives by how much they Do Not Like to remember that particular point in our cherished past.

I, however, am a different species. Not only because everything about that year is sacred to me and I will be chasing that high for the rest of my life and have distorted even the unsavory experiences into good memories. No, I only ever thought this whole thing was fucking hilarious. Nothing funnier than sitting on the backrest of a couch watching someone play the same song he's been playing for the past three hours when every other person in vicinity is in clear distress.

It's a good song! Somehow I never got tired of it. I alone understood him. Brothers in arms. Not the only time I was the only one who clicked with about something either but that's neither here nor there.

The point is, I have nothing but fond memories of Tengaku. I smile whenever I hear it. It's an important part of The Dorm Lore, a historical incident.

The reason I'm talking about this now is that they added Tengaku to Project Sekai and I'm currently struggling to full combo it on Expert.

[filth-burps-writing]

Pigs Banquet part two ; the maid costume

⚠️⚠️Don’t read this section if your triggered by bullying or by feminine things being used as a punishment⚠️⚠️

It was the week after the hangover and the fateful origin of his new nickname and Arlo felt great. It was 11:30am, the earliest he’d woken up in years. In between a breakfast in bed, consisting of sheet cake and red bull, his T-shot last night and his evil plan he felt powerful . He climbed onto his paramour and awoke her with a hearty belch in the face. “Hmm morning Arlo”. “ morning my sweet. It’s plan day!” “Plan day?”. Mercy was just as excited for the plan as Arlo. Less because she shared the seething resentment for Reginald but because of what the plan was. She slipped her clothes on as Arlo buttoned up his shirt. His heaving gut needed to packed into his jeans even after he had sized up recently. Mercy swooned. Her boyfriend’s expanding gut had increasingly become the topic of her thoughts.

Arlo and mercy strode into work with their tools of destruction in hand. The meeting went a lot faster thinking about how funny their prank was. And how much Reginald would hate it. Eventually the meeting broke up and Arlo and Mercy went to their separate locations to execute their scheme; Mercy around a corner with her phone hidden and propped up in her cleavage and Arlo by the walk-in freezer. Reginald had one creepy but very helpful quirk; during each shift after the meeting he would go to the walk-in, strip naked and sit there for a full ten minutes and close his eyes. Was he napping? Praying? No one knew. But right now all Arlo had to do was wait. Two minutes. Four minutes. Six minutes. He had to wait for Reginald to become enraptured in whatever he was doing. Eight minutes. It was time.

Arlo slipped through the door. Then he carefully padded across the room and gathered Reginald’s clothes. Then he left the clothes for Reginald that were the subject of the prank; a black dress, a white apron, fishnet stockings and black shoes. No underwear. He slipped out unnoticed. Then he went out and got busy with the dish tray. Two and half minutes later a loud yelp could be heard through the whole restaurant. Then there was hushed conversation and Ronald came out the kitchen smirking. Trailing behind him, Reginald came out in the outfit. A maid costume. He looked like he wanted to jump out the building. He was blushing violently. It was kind of cute. Mercy came out, snapping pictures. The staff looked on, collapsing with laughter. Reginald walked toward the bar and sat crossed legged on the stool to cover himself. Arlo looked. Oh my god. He was sat like a girl!

Arlo stood in front of him, smirking. Was this how having a dick felt? If so he should definitely get bottom surgery. Then he opened his mouth “hello Reginald. For the past two and a half years you have blurred the line in between bully and flirt. I’m not mad at that. You have been deeply pretentious and treated me like I’m stupid. I’m not mad at that. You have been all around unpleasant to be around. I’m not mad at that. I’ve excused a lot over the years because we all make fun of each other and it did make me a little horny. But you crossed a line. You were transphobic. You have seen me struggle. You helped me administer my T-shot. You knew how that nickname would make me feel. But you still made the cheap shot when I felt weak. So I made a cheap shot. Cis man in a dress. Classic comedy. So now everyone’s laughing. And you feel my pain.” Reginald absorbed the monologue sheepishly. He knew he deserved this. Arlo completed his rant with the deepest, loudest, beefiest, most masculine belch he could muster. Reginald slumped against his chair defeated.

All of the staff took prolonged glances throughout their shift. The costume got increasingly tight and stained as Reginald chugged down whiskey and cokes in between patrons but that only made the leering guests hornier and therefore Reginald much more uncomfortable. This was officially Arlo’s favourite ever shift. Every time he went over to the bar he grinned. The chest was so tight after a while it looked like he had breasts. Arlo didn’t bring it up. He was the better man.

That night after his shift Arlo found Reginald in the smoking area with his regular clothes back on. “So Mercy gave you your clothes”. “I nabbed them when she went to go pee I just didn’t have time to change. Bbbuuuuuuurrrppp. You wanna know something shitty?” “What.” “I made an extra hundred dollars in tips.” Arlo farted and cackled as he opened his cigarettes and lit one. “Wait really?” “Yes. I’m going to get you know.” “It would be more misgendering if you didn’t.” They smoked in silence as their changed dynamic hung in the air.

[witchofhimring]

Slytherin Party

So I saw a lot of Hogwarts part playlists. I thought it would be fun to do a short fic on this idea. This is the first part with a part in the Slytherin common room. It will do three more with the other houses.

Warnings: None

This was not a good idea. That was what you told Fred and George Weasley when they told you of their plot to sneak into Slytherin. Of course the idea of going to a masked part sounded fun and all, but you wished to live to a ripe old age. And getting torn apart by a bunch of angry Slytherins was not part of the picture. Gryffindor was not on the best terms with Slytherin (though the rest could be said for the other houses).

You knew the Weasley family well. They lived just up the road from your place. Even though three years separated you, the Weasley twins were your closest friends. Still, just because you helped pull off their pranks didn’t mean you were willing to put your life in danger. Of course it was a masked party, but still.

There’ll be other people there. George dismissed. This was true a few people from other houses would be there but only because they were friends with the Slytherins.

Well if you want to die, so be it, you lunatics. You were about to leave when someone came up behind you.

Is there going to be a party? All of you turned to look at Ginny, the youngest Weasley.

Oh,hey. You responded sheepishly, like one caught in wrongdoing. You didn’t know Ginny as well as you knew her brothers, but she was always nice to you. She looked suspiciously at all three of you.

Nothing Ginny. Fred said in what was supposed to be a relaxed, uncaring attitude. She didn't buy it. Fourteen years of living with the twins had taught her lots about them, including when they were lying. Anxiously, you looked between the twins and Ginny.

Anyway…...I better go. You got up to leave but Ginny stopped you.

What party? She insisted. Fred and George exchanged looks.

Alright alright. We were just planning on…..well…..sneaking into the Slytherin common room. Ginny’s eyes lit up.

And why would you do that? She questioned.

Because their brains sustained an injury. You grumbled. Choosing to ignore your comment, Fred decided to tell the truth.

The Slytherins are throwing a party and we planned on sneaking in. Happy? He sighed.

I didn’t plan anything! You argued.

Can I come?

What? George gaped at Ginny. Surely his little sister would never dream of doing something so risky.

No can do. You're too young. George said. Ginny gave him a look that made all three of you look away.

Y/n is only a year older than me. She argued.

Exactly. A years worth more experience in rule breaking. The art of……..

But Fred was cut off.

Oh don’t be stupid. She rolled her brown eyes.

The answers still no. George replied.

Fine. I just have to write a letter to Mum anyway. She said coolly. The twins looked at each other in panic.

Okay fine. You can come. Fred conceded.

Great. I better go then. You stood up but Ginny stopped you.

I can’t just go with my brothers. Plus girls should always go to parties in groups.

Two hours later you and the Weaslys were creeping down the halls to the dungeons. You only relented because Ginny practically dragged you along. A blue mask covered your face. You had chosen to just wear a blue shirt and a black skirt with kitten heels.

Do you guys even know the password? You asked.

Of course. Serpent. The doors swung open on Fred’s word and music blasted out. The Slytherin common room had green tinted lights flashing from the ceiling.

That's impressive charm work. Ginny said. You slipped in, unnoticed. The next hour was a hectic round of dancing and screaming at the top of your lungs. At some point the Weasley twins left.

Where do you think they are going? Ginny followed them with her gaze.

No idea. You shrugged. Suddenly the Weird Sisters blasted on the radio all thought was lost. Eventually you had to sit down because your feet hurt like hell. There was a table in the corner that was empty, save a Slytherin passed out on the couch. Groaning in satisfaction you started to relax. This was fun. The Slytherin on the couch started to snore loudly. Suddenly someone ran into your view. A flash of platinum blonde hair wirled in front of you. A boy you vaguely recognized slumped beside you. He smelt of alcohol and was disheveled in appearance, as well as crying.

Are you okay? You asked. He looked at you with bloodshot eyes. You wish you had never spoken because he flung himself on you and started bawling.

I hate ferrets! He wailed. Suddenly you realize who this was. Malfoy.

Ummm. You were not sure what to say.

You’ve seen them before. The bloody bastards! Malfoy wept. You weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to leave but Malfoy had a death grip on you. So there you were, stuck with a drunk and sobbing Malfoy.

You know I had a dream once that I was a ferret, and then Potter and Weasley started hitting me with broom sticks and calling me a bother!

C’mon. Fred, George, Ginny. You desperately thought. Malfoy dozed off on your shoulder. At least he had stopped mumbling about ferrets.

Y/n? What are you doing? You sighed in relief when Ginny walked up to you.

Oh thank Gryffindor Ginny. Help me. Ginny looked like she would burst into laughter. None too gently she pushed Malfoy off of you. Bad mistake. Malfoy suddenly jerked upright and vomited all over the ground.

Beh! You and Ginny backed up to avoid the spray.

Hurry. Malfoy’s friends are coming. You and Ginny tore off in the opposite direction.

Gross. Malfoy’s puke is on my shoes. You groaned.

Well we’d better get going anyway. It’s one in the morning.

Wait. You looked around. Have you seen Fred and George?

No. I haven’t. Ginny looked around.

I’m here. You jumped slightly.

Hey George. You whispered.

We better leave, trust me. Fred waved to you guys from the doors.

Where were you two? Ginny asked.

You’ll see. Just hurry. You guys hurried outside and down the hall. A few seconds later you realized why. Shrieks emanated from the common room and the smell of dung reached your nose.

Run! You sprinted all the way to Gryffindor tower.

I can’t believe you guys did that! You laughed. After settling into chairs by the fire, you guys fell into a comfortable silence. Feeling tired, your eyes started to shut. And with a yawn you feel into a comfortable sleep.

[pisc3s-baby]

Do you think you were always gay and didn’t realize it until now? Or your bad experiences with men essentially turned you gay? I know the latter isn’t what most people happens but am just curious what you think.

Good question!

I think, there were signs I should’ve questioned when I was younger, but didn’t.

There was my massive crush on Kiera Knightly in PotC and her in that corset dress and seeing the way it made her boobs sit…like 7yr old me was like 👀 I wanna be her just for the dress.

Then there was crush on the fictional girl band Hex Girls from Scooby-Doo. Then Velma in that latex outfit in SD2. And then Lucy Lu in Charlie Angels with that whip/cane whatever it was 👀👀

When I found out about porn through tumblr at 13/14…I always gravitated toward wlw porn and got myself off to that a lot. Like was obsessed with ✂️ ✂️ videos (still am) and would search everywhere for it. I was very much under the impression all girls watched it…maybe maybe not 🤷🏼‍♀️

I was uncomfortable in changing rooms at school and would hide somewhere to change. Made some of my sims lesbians and made them ‘woohoo’ 🙃

Not to mention I made out with my high school best friends..a lot. It started off at a party when we’d been drinking and she wanted to make her ex jealous. I hated it at first because she was teethy kisser- ended up doing it a few more times at her’s to “practice for our eventual boyfriends” 😅. At other points after school I’d kisses a few more women…a couple it was just on a night out…but then I met one girl and I wanted to take it further with her because I liked her but she didn’t feel the same…so then we went separate ways and I ended up in a relationship shortly after.

I’ve been thinking about it for years and I came to conclusion that I must be bi 🤷🏼‍♀️ Now I can imagine myself with either a woman or a man.

Um so yeah.

[lucy90712]

Hi!!

I love your imagines. You’re very talented 🤍🤍

If you can, I would love to read a imagine with fq where he and his girlfriend ended up, but they kept loving each other, but they don’t know about it. She could be a journalist and eventually have to interview him or something like that

I've spent the last few months trying to avoid the paddock at all costs because I don't think I can handle seeing Fabio just yet. The two of us dated for about a year and a half and everything was wonderful we rarely fought, we always communicated with each other and we loved each other. That's why when we came to the decision that it would be best for us and our careers if we separated it was really hard. Not a day had gone by since where I haven't thought about Fabio. I think about him when I make his favourite food, I think about him when I got to bed as I miss having him next to me and I think about him whenever I do something at work as I know how proud he would be. 

My attempt to avoid the paddock has lasted only 2 months as not only does my work want me to go and interview some of the younger riders to write about the future of the sport but while with Fabio I became super close with Tony Arbolino and he's been begging me to come to a race since the breakup. For a while I kept saying no but now the time has come where I can't avoid it anymore which is why I'm sat in my hotel room thinking about how this weekend it's going to go and how I'm going to react if I see Fabio. Every possible scenario has run through my mind along with some very unrealistic ones but in each scenario all I can see is it being very awkward and then me crying afterwards which is exactly why I haven't wanted to go. 

As much as I really don't want to I know I have to as I have to work and plus Tony is meeting me in the paddock and I don't want to let him down. Tony knows all about the breakup as he is friends with the both of us so he promised me that he would help me keep my distance from Fabio which I appreciate as for me it's just too soon to be talking to him. Knowing I have someone to talk to and to help me avoid Fabio is making me feel a bit better but I'm still incredibly nervous. On the short walk to the paddock from my hotel I got even more nervous as in the back of my mind I knew at any moment I could see Fabio and have to face the feelings I've been suppressing for the last few months. 

When I actually got into the paddock I somehow felt a bit better as Tony was right by the entrance to greet me and as we walked to his garage I could see him keeping an eye out for Fabio which I really appreciated. We made it to his garage safely and he showed me his bike and everything as he joined a new team this season. I enjoyed listening to him telling me everything and it was useful as I have interviews with some moto2 guys later today so having a bit more knowledge will be helpful. Eventually it was time for him to go out on track so I stayed in his garage to watch the session which I haven't done very often as when I was with Fabio he often had to be other places during moto2 or I was having to work so it was nice to actually watch the moto2 bikes out there. 

After the session I spoke to Tony for a minute before I had to go to my first interview which I was about to walk to by myself but Tony joined me to keep an eye out which he didn't need to do but I still appreciated it. As its been a while since I've done any in person interviews I was worried that it would be awkward but it actually went really well and I got a lot of information to use. The rest of my day was spent doing much the same as I was either doing an interview or with Tony so I didn't even catch a glimpse of Fabio all day which was a relief although part of me wishes that I could talk to him again and maybe get back together. 

~~~~~~~~~~

So far this weekend has actually been really good and I've rediscovered my love for MotoGP which I kind of lost when Fabio and I broke up and I didn't watch the first few races of the season. It has been so nice being back in the paddock and getting to say hi to all the people I haven't talked to in ages as I really did miss all the friends I made. Being here with Tony has also been a lot of fun as I've been able to watch a lot more moto2 and he has introduced me to some other riders who I have been talking to as well. I haven't seen Fabio all weekend either which has been a huge relief especially knowing that today is the last day and after that I won't have to come to a race for probably a few months which will probably be enough time for me to feel comfortable seeing Fabio.  

With today being race day I don't have any interviews to do as there is a load of other media for the riders to do so all of my interviews were scheduled for earlier in the weekend. Seeing as I have nothing else to do I get to watch all the races which I haven't done in a long time. Tony invited me to come to the track earlier today so that we could eat breakfast together which was nice as I've been eating alone in my hotel room all weekend which gets kind of depressing after a while. We chatted about the race until he had to go off and get ready for warm up which is when I headed to the garage to be able to watch the session although they aren't long. Once warm up was over it was pretty much about getting ready for the race so Tony had to stay with the team and decide on things like tyres and settings so I went to watch the moto3 race from pit lane by myself. 

At some point Tony came to join me and we watched the moto3 race together and then I watched him race from the garage before it was time for MotoGP. Although I have been watching all the session this weekend part of me didn't want to watch the race as I didn't want to see Fabio out there especially if he has a good race as it will just confirm to me that he won't change his mind about the break up. Despite my worries I still watched the entirety of the race and watched Fabio get a good podium which he really deserved although I know he would have wanted to win. I kept watching until my phone started ringing with a call from my boss which of course I had to go and answer as I know he wouldn't call unless it was something important. 

"Hello is everything ok?" I asked 

"We'll sort of someone has had to go home sick and there's just so much going on do you think you can go and do the interview for the winner we can cover everything else other than that" he said 

"Yeah of course I can do that when and where do you need me?" I asked 

He told me where to go and that I need to get there as soon as possible so I ran off and text Tony to let him know along the way. As everything was so last minute I didn't even think about the fact that doing the interview meant being in the same room as Fabio but as soon as I realised I got a bit panicked as I wasn't mentally prepared to see him. All weekend I've managed to avoid him and I thought that after the race there was no way that I would see him yet here I am about to enter the same room as him. Although I was really nervous I agreed to do this so I forced myself inside and I went straight to where I was supposed to go ignoring everyone and everything else around me. 

I did the interview but as soon as it was over I tried to leave but there was so many people it took me longer than I would have liked which then meant that as I got to the exit I was stood face to face with Fabio. The two of us left at the same time and just kind of smiled awkwardly as he held the door open for me. My heart was racing just being stood near him as this is the first time we have seen each other since the break up. Seeing him just brought back so many emotions as it made me think of the good times we spent together and how I miss them but also the heartbreak of the last few months. So many thoughts were running through my head from just seeing Fabio which just confirmed that I wasn't ready to see him. 

"Hey" he said taking me out of my thoughts 

"Hi" I replied awkwardly 

"So how have you been?" He asked 

"I've been fine how about you?" I asked in return 

"I'm going to be honest I've been miserable without you" he admitted 

Hearing him say that surprised me as every time I've seen him in social media he just seemed so happy. I mean the reason we broke up was so that we could both focus on our jobs and Fabio has been doing so well since we separated that I really thought he wouldn't even think about it. Knowing that Fabio has been as miserable as I have really makes my head spin even more than it already was. 

"Really" I questioned 

"Yeah I mean racing has been going well but my mind always goes back to you like today when I got that podium I thought about celebrating it with you I've just missed having you with me" he said 

"I have been feeling the exact same way I always think about the things we used to do together and when I do something at work I always think about how proud you would be and honestly it's been so hard to even attempt to move on" I admitted

"Then what are we doing if we are both this miserable still after a few months why are we continuing to go on that way" he said

"What are you trying to say?" I asked 

"I'm trying to ask if you want to get back together" he said 

"As long as you have thought about it properly I would be so happy to get back together" I said trying to hide my excitement 

"Well then I'm glad I've got my girl back" he said as a huge smile formed on his face 

My excitement couldn't be contained any longer and I just jumped straight into his arms and held onto him incredibly tightly so he couldn't leave me again at least not for a few minutes. We held onto each other for a while before he put me down and pressed a kiss to my lips which was one of the best kisses I've ever had. Seeing as we haven't even spoken in a few months we caught up on what we've been doing and I had to explain why I was even at the race in the first place but after that we went back to exactly how we were before. We were laughing with each other and just talking about anything and everything like we always used to. If you saw us you would have no idea that about 10 minutes ago we were broken up and awkwardly trying to talk to each other. 

We walked around together for a moment before I heard footsteps fast approaching from behind us and the next thing I knew Tony had put his arms around the both of us. It took quite a bit of explaining to get him up to speed on what had happened but he was really happy that we were back together and he’s not the only one. The three of us spent a bit of time together before Tony left and Fabio and I got to spend the evening together which meant cuddling up together which was always my favourite thing to do and now I appreciate it even more. 

[snowlily123]

My Weird Dream Journal So Far:

Day 1:

Had a weird dream but couldn’t remember what it was about.

Day 2:

I had a weird dream where me and Tay were sold to a wizard family. I was put into a forced marriage with a wizard prince and my wizard mom died on the day of the wedding so the wedding was canceled. Me and Tay went to bed in our shared room. There was a figure in the window and when I looked at it it ran off. I got one of my wizard aunts to check to see if the figure were still around somewhere. She found nothing and hung up curtains for us to make us feel safer. After that, me and Tay agreed to find a way to escape. The next day I met a wizard who could make hats that look like loved ones, so I got a hat of Mom and Dad. The next night, me and Tay made our escape. We met a tribe of outlanders who welcomed us into their group. I led a revolt against the wizard kingdom because the kingdom was oppressing the outlanders. And then I woke up.

Day 3:

I dreamed that I broke into a random house and started living there. A group of thieves came by and started stealing from the house. I told them “Bruh. This is my target. Go steal from the neighbors or something.” And they left. Then I woke up.

Day 4:

Nothing.

Day 5:

Nothing.

Day 6:

Nothing.

Day 7:

I had a dream where I was a comedian. I told a joke that almost got me canceled. And then I drew on Lorelei’s door and got in trouble for it. After that, I had another comedy performance. I told jokes as usual and then suddenly Lorelei and a bunch of her friends showed up on stage in sparkly marching band uniforms and started marching down the aisles. Mom and Dad led the marching band. And then I woke up.

Day 8:

Nothing.

Day 9:

Nothing.

Day 10:

Nothing.

Day 11:

Nothing.

Day 12:

I had a dream I haven’t had in a while. It was a weird nightmare I used to have a lot. It’s like a mix of several horror video games. In the dream, I’m playing as 2 separate people. One girl, and one boy. On the first part of the dream, I’m the girl. I take care of my little brother, the boy. We live in an abandoned worn down house. We run inside to hide from the monster. The boy says he forgot his medicine on the porch outside. He goes to get it and never returns. I have to hide from the monster in the meantime. Eventually I get caught and have to play the second round. The next round, I play as the boy. The same storyline happens, where the girl and the boy run inside to hide from the monster. The boy has to go get his medicine from the porch outside while the girl keeps the monster busy inside. The boy runs outside to get his medicine and then runs from the house into a large field. There he’s met with a goddess who resets the game. Then I wake up.

Day 13:

Weird dream about a crossover of sonic and among us. That’s all I remember of the dream.

Day 14:

Nothing.

Day 15:

Weird dream where I made brownie slushees.

Day 16:

Nothing.

Day 17:

Nothing.

Day 18:

Nothing.

Day 19:

Dreamed about part of a music video, specifically the official music video for “Nail In The Coffin” by TX2.

Day 20:

Nothing.

Day 21:

Weird Creepypasta dream where the Creepypastas lead you through a Halloween themed maze and the creepypastas can either be trying to lead you to safety or to danger.

Day 22:

Continuation of day 21’s dream.

Day 23:

Nothing.

Day 24:

Nothing.

Day 25:

Weird dream where I gathered ingredients for my mom but none of the ingredients went by their real names. (Ex: Ginger = hand plant)

Day 26:

Had a dream about a society falling to ruin. It was also a musical.

Day 27:

Dream about a weird update on my phone that completely changed the layout.

Day 28:

Nothing.

Day 29:

Nothing.

Day 30:

Nothing.

Day 31:

Nothing.

Day 32:

Nothing

Day 33:

Nothing

Day 34:

Nothing

Day 35:

Nothing

Day 36:

Nothing

Day 37:

Nothing

Day 38:

Nothing

Day 39:

Nothing

Day 40:

Nothing

Day 41:

Nothing

Day 42:

Weird dream about a combination of fruits that I named “The Bread”

Day 43:

Nothing.

Day 44:

Nothing

Day 45:

Nothing

Day 46:

Nothing

Day 47:

Nothing

Day 48:

Nothing

Day 49:

Weird dream where I was trying to escape an abandoned bunker while two other teens were hunting me down. We all got caught by military and the military made us help empty the supplies that were still in the bunker. The bags of supplies were filled with malnourished dehydrated kids. That’s when I woke up.

Day 50:

Nothing.

Day 51:

Nothing.

Day 52:

Nothing.

Day 53:

Weird dream about a little chibi dragon who leads me away from an evil egg-shaped chibi man who is trying to capture me and the dragon. The dragon leads me to a safe place called “Skytopia” where more chibi animals are safe from the evil chibi baby man.

Day 54:

Nightmare about a teacher stealing my sketchbook and presenting it to the entire class, revealing all my vent art.

Day 55:

Weird nightmare where I was in a pixel horror game that slowly evolved into a hyper realistic horror game. It was about an abusive parent abusing the main character.

Day 56:

Nothing.

Day 57:

Nothing

Day 58:

Weird nightmare where I was at a house babysitting 5 kids while their parents were away. The house was like an apartment for farmer’s with enough space to hold chickens and a few pigs. There was a man who broke in with a gun and watched TV. The man knew me and the kids were here but payed no mind to us. Me and the kids snuck into the chicken coop while the man was busy watching TV. I called the cops while one of the kids texted mom. That’s when I woke up.

Day 59:

Had a nightmare about dad ripping up my art and sketchbooks.

Day 60:

Nothing.

Day 61:

Nothing.

Day 62:

Same weird dream I had on Day 12.

Day 63:

Nothing.

Day 64:

Nothing.

Day 65:

I had a two second dream about a girl who was trapped by her family in the house. She managed to escape and found her grandfather’s spirit by a well. Her grandfather handed her his katana and disappeared. That’s when I woke up.

Day 66:

Weird dream about Princess Peach and Daisy and their daughter being trapped by some guys putting on a play. They managed to escape with their daughter to a separate dimension. The new dimension ended up being the Doki Doki Literature Club dimension. That’s when I woke up.

[apomaro-mellow]

Life Goes On

El stopped Vecna. For now. But she didn't stop the agents or the government. Now Hawkins in surrounded on all sides. No one goes in, and absolutely no one goes out. Except for one agent. Who has come to Hawkins undercover to investigate but this town might be more than she bargained for.

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consider this a primer. I just wanted to show little snapshots before getting into the real thing, which will be a separate fic. This was honestly inspired by me re-listening to old Night Vale episodes in honor of spooky month so this universe will essentially be Hawkins slowly turning into a town similar to that.

Eventual steddie, ronance, and maybe even jargyle (in the main fic)

Mike made a face of disgust while Lucas covered his nose. Erica was just looking on with wide eyes as the mass of dead pigeons within the circle made of blood.

With a groan, Mike took out a match just before Erica took a picture with her camera.

"That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit", Lucas said.

"Does this one even count though?", Erica's nose scrunched. "They just used a bunch of pigeons."

Mike lit the match and set the dead birds on fire. "Either way, we gotta tell the others and get the word out."

"My question is why", Lucas went from pinching his nose to fanning the rancid smoke away. "Why the hell would people think the devil is gonna help them now?"

Mike just shrugged but as always, Erica had an idea. "Maybe they think if they become devil worshippers, they'll get mercy."

But the three of them knew very well that nothing that was happening was the work of Satan. While the evil had many names, it didn't come from Hell. It was much colder.

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Many citizens of Hawkins turned their radios on that evening to one of the few stations still available. The voice of a teenager came on.

"Wassup Hawkins! Iiiiit's Gareth!"

"And Robin!"

"Coming to you live from my mother's basement!"

"That's a lie, we're actually in his father's basement."

"Yeah, you know the story, mom skips out, raised by single dad, live forever in single dad's basement. Anyway, let's get right to it, shall we Bucks?"

"We shall because it seems that people STILL think that sacrificing animals on top of a pentagram will grant them perdition."

"This is your daily reminder to NOT DO THAT", Gareth said.

"Dead animals will only attract the kind of demon you don't want. Plus, come on, pigeons?"

"If you're gonna worship a devil, get him something nice. The Hawkins petting zoo still has a couple of good goats."

"And in the absence of goats, sacrifice your least favorite child", Robin teased. "Coming up next, How to Avoid Being Ritually Sacrificed by Your Parents."

"If my named rhymed with Bike, Mucus, or Breve, I'd listen in for the next report. But before that, shake your devil worshipping ass to the newest by my band, Corroded Coffin."

A single guitar lick was heard before the radio was shut off.

"Hey! Don't turn off a hit!", Eddie protested.

"I need to focus. And don't you have something to do?"

Eddie's first instinct was to turn to Steve and so he did the complete opposite and instead turned to face the wall, looking just as aimless as Dustin expected him to be.

"Let me give you a hint, it starts with 'camp' and ends in 'aign'", Dustin helped.

"Right, yeah, that."

"'Right, yeah, that'", Dustin mocked. "You'd think it'd be important to you, now more than ever."

Steve and Eddie shared a look, fortunately, Dustin was too engrossed in his typing to see it. The barricades and guards went all around the town, and they were probably monitoring all phone calls, but there was still Suzie.

"The campaign is important, but I'm hungry now", Eddie said, turning towards the door. "Harrington?"

Steve got up from the couch and was about to follow Eddie out of the Henderson home when Dustin spoke up.

"You sure he doesn't have vampiric compulsion? You sure do what he says a lot lately."

Steve watched as Eddie opened up an umbrella before going outside. "Not a lot of room for conflict in Hawkins these days."

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"Oh you're the new guy, huh? Welcome. I'm Argyle. I was once a new guy like yourself. But in the time I've lived here in Hawkins, Indiana, I've learned a lot about myself and the world."

"How many years have you been living here?"

"Years?"

"Don't forget to give them their kit, Argyle", Nancy said, walking by them with a clipboard but barely giving a glance otherwise.

"Right. So here's your newcomer kit."

Meredith, a new resident, opens up the box. There were matches, a lighter, a gun, a blank cassette tape, a pamphlet titled "Beginner's Guide to Dungeons and Dragons", and another pamphlet with depictions of different types of monsters.

"People need all this to live in Hawkins?", Meredith asked.

"They sure do", Argyle answered.

"So you give out guns and lighters to everyone who moves in?"

"Actually, you're the first person to move in since the fences went up. But Big Wheel thinks of everything. Oh!" Argyle then got in real close to whisper. "Just don't let her hear you call her that. She hates it." He then leaned back out and continued in his normal volume. "But you can call her brother Mini Wheels. He hates it too but dude kinda needs to get over himself, you know?"

Meredith did a slow nod but really, she didn't know.

"Great! Well you're all set! And like we say here in Hawkins, don't turn upside down!"

Meredith, who had been smiling at finally being released from this odd conversation, faltered. "Don't turn upside down? You mean my smile?"

"No man, nothing. Don't turn anything upside down."

His voice was serious and it was such a mismatch with his bright clothing and Meredith was wondering what she had gotten herself into. But that was exactly why she was here.

To solve the mysteries of this town.

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El stopped Vecna. For now. But she didn't stop the agents or the government. Now Hawkins in surrounded on all sides. No one goes in, and absolutely no one goes out. It sucks for sure, but hey, life goes on. At least they still get signals and supply drops. And also Eddie's back! But Upside Down stuff is still new to most of the citizens. So it's up to the party to catch them up to speed, prepare them for any coming attack, and school them in the finer points of dealing with the supernatural.

[lifewithchronicpain]

I got two new sprouts from the 3 new pot seeds I planted. Still time for the 3rd to come out. If it does I'll have 6 plants total. I'm still in awe that the one with two leafs left from the cat attack is coming back strong.

Couple of the plants are potentially showing their nodes that determine sex, but it's too early to tell yet if they're female. The seeds are auto-feminized but it's still possible to get a male. But if I get a male I will probably put it with my smallest pot plant to get seeds. I'll keep them separate from the rest.

So right now my plants are safe and happy in the room that my sister furnished for herself and is mostly her room for when she comes with her kids, but also is a guest room on rare occasions. So the plants can't stay there (kids could destroy them, BIL doesn't like pot anyway) So they will eventually need to be moved.

The plan was always the backyard, and in early spring before the leaves came in, I saw how much better direct sun outside grew the plants (that my cat eventually ate when I took them in for a freeze and my mom left the guest room open) So, I only have 3 smaller plants left and 2 new sprouts, maybe 3. The trees have filled in the backyard and now finding decent sun for the length they need is tough. We had picked a spot where we thought simple trimming would give it great sun but there were higher up leaves affecting the light and it was no good. In other areas there are times the sun pokes through and gives decent sun for a while a couple times in the day, but I worry they need more.

Still, they have to go outside. I can't keep them in, I don't have a decent place to put them. Plus my parents don't want an indoor only setup because they pay the electricity.

So I decided I'm going to get a grow lamp and rechargeable power station with a regular plug. I will supplement the light when it's in the shade or on cloudy days. The greenhouse can protect the setup from rain but I wouldn't risk it and I won't want to go out in it anyway.

Since I pretty much spend my days at home, it'll be easy to charge, turn on, turn off and charge again. It probably seems like a bit much, but it's just how it's got to be. I will be using electricity, yes, but not as much if I was to supply all their light indoors.

Plus we really need a portable power station anyway. Last year we had two blackouts that lasted like 4-6 hours. I was able to just watch stuff on my phone but one time my battery was getting low. Luckily sibling was visiting and lent me her portable charger. We haven't had a blackout in a long time, but global warming is causing hotter summers and the blackouts were when the temp was in the high 90F range, which we had A Lot of last year, it sucked.

I'm trying to find a charger that isn't just USB though. It would be mighty handy if it could handle a blackout too so you can plug in anything you might need, like a fan. I'm still shopping around. But in essence I'm buying something I already need to get, and then some grow lamps I can attach to the greenhouse armature.

Really hoping this works. I need to get this to work, because I won't always be able to count on my parents for pot to help with chronic pain and anxiety.

[conflictandscotchblog]

On This Day

On July 16th, 2024 my daughter Amanda turned thirty-four. Also, on that date, July 16th, 1969, Apollo 11 was launched right before NASA faked the moon landing four days later on July 20th (kidding). The two have nothing to do with each other, just a fun fact.

Initially, Amanda’s due date was July 7th (7/7) which ironically is her mom’s favorite number (7). Every day after the due date is filled with anticipation because we could be off to the hospital at any moment.

On Saturday, July 15th (not knowing yet what would happen on the 16th), I brought home all the fixin’s for ice cream sundaes (a decision I would regret later). Afterward, to fill the time before the eventual birth, we decided to go to the movies.

We bought tickets to see the Warren Beatty movie Dick Tracy. Dick Tracy is either an awful movie, or a movie so far ahead of its time, time hasn’t caught up with it yet.

Either way, five minutes into the movie, Arlene grabbed my arm in a death grip and grunted, “We gotta’ go” and off to the hospital we went.

Don’t remember all the logistics of how we got there, but around ten o’clock that night, Arlene settled in her room. Now, it was just a matter of time.

And what a time it was.

So many sounds filled those hallways, the grunts, the groans, the curses (and that was just from Arlene).

Suddenly, Arlene reached out and asked for the garbage can, which I grabbed.

Remember those sundaes we ate earlier? They made a return engagement.

Fortunately for me (and the sheets), I got the garbage can to Arlene in time.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in and put an epidural in place to help manage the pain. That helped, for a while at least. Sometime between contractions, Arlene started to feel more and more uncomfortable. Then more and more pain.

We called for a nurse, and when she checked she realized the epidural needle had slipped out.

The nurse examined Arlene, and then told us she was too far along and could not put the needle back in place.

From this point on, until delivery, Arlene was on her own (drug-wise, at least).

It was a long night, not for me, but for Arlene. Through the night, going for a natural birth, was unexpected, and difficult.

For hours, Arlene went through contractions, but still not able to deliver the baby. We did not know the gender before birth so, for the moment, the baby was a baby with no name.

Hours passed with no delivery in sight, and with that, Arlene had a few choice words during this time.

By morning she shouted, “Get this thing out of me!”

Well, maybe not those exact words, but you get the idea.

By nine o’clock that morning, the doctor decided that Arlene would need to have a C-section, and they wheeled her away. I was left behind in the hospital room.

As I waited, I was surprised to see a friend from high school walk by. Cheryl was a nurse, and after a quick exchange, I explained why I was there.

“Follow me,” she said and led me down the hall.

She handed me a set of scrubs (which I still have today), and directed me to the room where Arlene was.

I slipped on the scrubs, and stepped inside the room. Arlene was on a table, all I could see was the top of her head. A large white screen separated me from what was as going on with the C-section (thank you, God, thank you).

I didn’t know what they were doing to Arlene, but whatever is was, the table shook (a lot).

After some time, I heard the distinct cry of our baby girl.

Someone called me over, still could not see everything, and was handed a device to cut the umbilical cord.

After that, it was a blur in the days that followed. Arlene’s hospital room soon filled with balloons and flowers from family and friends.

Our new baby’s name?

Amanda Rose.

I thought it was a pretty unique name until I saw two separate groups of balloons and flowers being delivered to different rooms with that name on them.

So, thirty-four years later, once again, Happy Birthday, Amanda.

Oh, and by the way, you still owe me ten dollars for those Dick Tracy movie tickets.

[imoutodaughter]

pattern of isolation/social seperation

at home it was very rocky with mom being overwhelmed and dysregulated and dad overworking and being vry emotionally repressed and toxic and absent and sometimes just like straight up abusive??? lots of fighting parents.. and big episode nights where little things would snowball into dysregulated mess on all sides

I would lay awake at night and listen to my parents yelling and arguing about me and what to do with me through the walls.. my room was next to theirs

there were nights where it would get physical with my dad and I, one night I remember I was upset and trying to talk to him and he was in the kitchen so I blocked the exit and stood in the exit way from the kitchen and he got upset at that and picked me up and threw me on the kitchen floor hurting my leg,,,

at one point I was having a super bad tantrum fit cry session where I was bawling my eyes out in my room and begging to see my mom literally "I want mommm I want mommm I want mommy I want mom please momm" (who was in the master bedroom next to mine, and didn't want to see me because she was done with the whole thing and exhausted and I think maybe scared I'd hurt her..? my dad eventually came into my room and guidedme to/i think like told me i had to? get in his car and then he drove us out to an area near Mt Sima and the gravel quarry there and I was still crying and crying and super dysregulated and he then eventually kicked me out of his car and drove away fully off into the distance and I jus collapsed onto the ground sobbing and sobbing and sobbing until he came back about 25-30 minutes later? 40? not sure.. was a long time? but I was just so dysregulated/dissociated I think just crying and crying it was hard to tell.. he picked me up and I don't remember much after that I think I passed out at home.. I think I was maybe 12 or 13 idk?? I really don't know how old I was when this happened I just remember it happening vividly

I would play alone alot, I would play with Legos and lots of different toys and let my imagination run wild and run around outside and play pretend by myself, I would get really into video games and their stories and worlds and universes and world building..

sometimes I would have friends over! that was nice and I also liked going to visit friends but I would mess up behaving a lot of the time and accidentally ruin friendships :< I didn't know what I was doing at all

in school I would be separated a lot, taken to a small room away from the class a lot of the time, hidden away, it was literally a pipe maintenance closet with a piano in it at one point,,,

I got expelled from elementary school because I had a freak out and got rly rly angry and dysregulated at a teacher who was treating me rly unempathetically and kinda mean and I exploded on her and started throwing scissors at her an got expelled...

my parents took me to the hospital and the hospital decided to send me to an evaluation program in edmonton where I was kept for 3 weeks. as soon as we got in after the medevac flight they said my parents had to go and that I couldn't see them and it was basically operating as a child psych ward and I could only see them on weekends and call them sometimes... there was a classroom where we'd do normal class things and a cafeteria like big room and then a room with rows of medical beds and all the kids got one and that was where we stayed and slept.. sometimes we were taken away and put thru medical tests like cat scans or something? I know we did a brain scan thing.. one night I was woken up and led out of the room of kids and laid on a medical bed in a separate room with several waiting doctors and hooked up to a head node thing and then they told me to go back to sleep because they needed to do a sleep test... I hated it there a lot I wanted to go home i wanted mom and dad but I wasn't allowed to leave and I didn't have many belongings and I couldn't call them a lot.. I would freak out randomly and behave rly badly and sometimes would get put in a seclusion room.. I was in this ward for 3 weeks and I was 10 years old. It was a rly traumatic experience I think.. I was super super distressed the whole time

after getting home from all of that I switched schools and my parents got me a puppy because I was begging one saying it would help me because I wanted a friend to play with and bond and talk to and they got me a yellow lab puppy and we named her Jazz.. when she was still really young like um I forget how old not adult but not puppy... my dad and I were out walking along the copper haul road with her which is a small rarely used access road in the woods kinda a bit out of town. I was concerned that he had her off leash because what if something bad happened and he told me not to worry... after that as we were walking back to the car we heard a vehicle coming down the road.. my dad and I were on the left side of the road and jazz was on the right, as the vehicle was coming I guess he wanted to make sure she was safe and called her over but she hesitated and then came running at the exact perfect timing to cross the road in front of the truck and get hit right just feet in front of me... I screamed and panicked and ran up to her and cradled her in my arms and she was twitching weird and obviously not okay and I was screaming and crying holding her while she was dying and eventually my dad pulled me away and we took her to the vet immediately but they couldn't do anything she had already passed..

even at my better school I was kinda separated off with the ea in a other room a whole while, picked up drums and stuff and got really into music an bonded with it

it wasn't rly til the very very last year of elementary school and then the first few years of high school that I wasn't super isolated tbh and even in that period it was a lot of..... teen.. hormonal bs and rocky first relationships... and then there was the whole getting getting charged thing... which deleted all of that and cut me off from my peers basically completely,, an then I dropped out and welp

I was also like exploring my sexuality???? and gender??? identity?? cuz like I was just figuring all that out??

at the same time my sister was getting sick so mom an dad and sister were very occupied and overwhelmed and drained and emotionally absent, sometimes literally absent a lot.. tons of time home alone just not knowing what to do or staying with my grandparents so I kinda jus fell into internet and games

and then I stayed on internet and games and not knowing how to self regulate or knowing basically like any healthy development stuff with a bucket load of emotional scars until about 22 until I finally started to sortof become self aware a little and make sense of it all but that's still very much a journey.. I have so so so so so so so so much healing to do and learning and growing to do bleh but I just wanna exist and be a healthy person emotionally and physically for myself and others :< I want to love and be loved. I want to experience. I want to create. I want to heal

[parentlessbehavior]

Post 5.

Within a couple weeks of my mother physically attacking me(see Post 2) & beating me to the ground she acquired 1980’s steel bodied Manual transmission truck and demanded that I learn to drive. As if the lack of learning to drive had been my fault entirely rather than a parental failing on her part.

After being physically assaulted & shouldering many instances of being screamed at in the interim… I was in no condition to try to refuse when my when my older brother arrived one day and she told me to go out driving with him in the 20 year old manual pick up.

The plan was to make a big square. Right out of the hood, Left, left, left, straight back in. Few miles round trip. It was a manual transmission, I was doing pretty good!

When we got to the last left, the road had a lot of ruts along the sides. Construction in the area. Big trucks had torn up the shoulders.

I started to turn left. Over shot my turn while going too fast & hit all of the dried muddy ruts along the side of the road. Over corrected and ended up head straight for what I thought was a tree. My brother grabbed the wheel and tried to help. but, it was too late.

We slammed into what turns out was 2 very close together telephone poles with trees in the back ground at somewhere around 35 mph.

My brothers hands were still on a the wheel. So he elbowed me in the face at 35 mph. Something under the dash tore my left knee open 3 inches. My left foot was broken. My teeth were loose. Upper inner lip ripped. Face possibly fractured. My nose broken.

My brother had scratches from my teeth on his elbow. But was otherwise fine. Just a little whiplash! Imagine that. lol.

An off duty EMT witnessed it. She stopped and assessed & called 911. I was taken to the ER, after the police came into the rig and informed me they’d have arrested me for not having a license… but as I was actively bleeding instead they gave me a summons/ticket for court.

For 2 or 3 days I couldn’t even get upstairs in our home to shower. Meaning by body still have blood on it in places. After finally figuring out how to get upstairs with no use of my left leg, my mom gently helped me into the bath by wrapping her arms around my body to lower me in. so I could finally clean the blood fully from my body, legs and head.

On day 5, I was on crunches getting around decent. Still hadn’t seen ortho for my leg. As I was leaving the kitchen on my crutches my mother accosts me. Starts screaming at me for wrecking the truck. And shoves me full force with both her palms.

I’m thrown backwards into the floor. Crunches askew. The breath knocked out of me. She’s still screaming. After a moment I start trying to crawl out of the floor (with only the use of one leg) and I pull myself up and wrap my arms around the pole that separates the two rooms. I held on for dear life. Because I didn’t know if she was going to hit me again. I was just hoping to stay on my feet.

She eventually shuffled off having made her point, whatever it was. And I gather my crutches from the floor and make my way back to my room to hide.

She later told me she waited until she could see I was “getting around ok”… before tearing into me about the truck. Like ok? Did that make it better? That she didn’t want to attack someone super crippled: only slightly crippled.