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words-for-holland · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Series: Beat the Heat

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom hasn’t had to worry about another guy taking Y/N away...but the heat? Well that’s a story worth telling.

A/N: Only 1 more part left after this?! 🥺 Definitely not trying to prolong the wait on this just so QS can live on.

Masterlist

Summer in London was anything but hot. It was your typical short, comfortable, partly cloudy type of summer with periods of rain here and there. It’s rarely below 60’s and never went over the 100’s. However one stubborn week in July turned out to be the hottest week London had ever seen. Forget high 90’s, the area’s temperature would push to 104 degrees that London itself might as well test postive for Cornavirus. For Tom, Y/N, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine, it was going to be a game of survival of the fittest.

“I swear global warming is a thing. This heat, the pandemic...It’s the end of the world!” Tuwaine groans as he desperately fans himself with his hand.

“Relax you drama queen.” Tom replies, as he sets up the air conditioner. “Okay so according to the Nest. If I just tilt the circle to left, it should turn the AC on in about 10 minute.” He states, reading the instructions aloud in hopes that cooling device works as expected.

“Well that was easy. So as long as we all stay inside and hydrated, we should be fine and there wont be any need for hand fanning.” Y/N justifies as she looks at Tuwaine, who was still fanning himself with his own hand.

“What? I sweat a lot when Im hot. Im just doing my part.” Tuwaine defends, as he shrugs his shoulder. “When the ten minutes pass and the air is on, I’ll stop fanning.”

Surprisingly, the air conditioner was working as expected! Tom had never felt so proud of himself, that it was all he talked about for the remainder of the day to everyone in the household. Especially since Y/N’s career was all so focused on technology. Tom wanted to make her proud and show that he too can handle techy stuff on his own. “See Y/N, I programmed the Nest all by myself, and I even downloaded the app so I can change the temperature from my phone no matter where I am.” He gloats proudly. “If you feel hot when Im away in Berlin, you can call me and I’ll lower the temp for you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes while she laughs at her fiance’s nerdiness. Of course she knew just about anyone could figure out how to work a nest, but Tom was so proud of what he’s accomplished, she couldn’t really stop him from celebrating his personal victory. “What about me? If I get hot will you turn down the temp for me when you’re in Berlin?” Harrison mocked, as he batted his eyelashes to his best mate.

“You have a phone. You can do it yourself.” Tom says bluntly as he comes around to Y/N’s side on the couch.

“So does she!” Harrison points, accusingly.

“Yeah...but it’s Y/N.” Tom points out, speaking as if it was the most obvious reason.

Harrison turns his face back to the television shaking his head, mumbling “Whipped.” with a slight smirk.

Tom did not hesitate to throw an extremely large pillow toward his best friend before saying, “Of course I am, you div. That’s why I proposed to her and not you.”

Later that night, Y/N and Tom had already cuddled into bed, falling into a deep slumber...Well one more than the other. It got extremely hot for Y/N as she noticed the change in atmosphere. The air felt much warmer, her body feeling slick and sticky from her sweat. The heavy comforter, Tom’s arm wrapped around her body, and his warm breath behind her neck were making her extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t odd for Y/N to move a little in her sleep. Tom was very much aware of that the moment they spent their first night together, but it was rare that she’d push him off and face the other side with no blankets covering her.

Tom felt an emptiness in his arms, and no extra weight on his legs and waist. Something was definitely off for him, and he lazily put his hand out to feel for Y/N with his eyes still closed. “Y/N?” He grumbled in his sleep, trying to cuddle back to her. “Why...you move?”

“Too hot.” Y/N mumbled back as she pushed him away again. “AC broken.”

“Fuck.” Tom groans, as both tried to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, it was nearly impossible for Tom to go back to sleep. Not only was it extremely hot, but he didnt have Y/N on top of him. A position he’s so used to sleeping in his own bed. He certainly wasn’t going to let a good 8 hours of sleep do him dirty like this. He rolled off the bed, as he padded his barefeet on the hardwood floor. Tom went downstairs finding exactly what he needed, carrying the bulk slowly as to minimize the noise and avoid dropping them.

He makes it back to his room, where Y/N rolled on her side snoring peacefully. Tom shook his head smiling at how adorable she looked even though it was probably way too early and dark to even make that assumption, but there was no need. He knew Y/N always looked beautiful to him even on her worst days. Tom plugged the two fans in, turning it to the highest setting. Air was blasting through the fans as it turned rapidly. The room that was once hot and sticky, was now cool and refreshing. In fact it started to get so much cooler, Y/N could feel the goosebumps on her arms. Her eyes were still closed but she instinctively turned on her other side, facing Tom. “Mm. It’s cold.” She mumbles in her sleep.

Tom smiles at her, slowly lifting her leg onto his and pulling her close. “I know darling. Come ‘ere. I’ll keep you warm.” His arm was now wrapped her waist, and he smiled even brighter in victory. As if a broken AC was ever going to prevent Tom’s cuddling sleep with Y/N. Broken house appliances should know about Tom is that when it comes to Y/N...if there’s a will, there’s a way.

The next morning, Y/N and the boys had already made their way to the kitchen, installing mini fans around the house. Tom was the last to come down after his victorious slumber, where he was greeted by a sacastic applause from his best mates. “Well done, Tom. Absolutely smashed it with the AC.” Harry cheers, sweat already drippin from his forehead.

“Yeah and nice going stealing the fans last night.” Harrison laughed, chiming in.

“Oh piss off.” Tom scowls at his younger brother, making his way to the Nest. “I don’t understand. I followed the directions.” He groans trying to check what went wrong.

YN popped up from the back, phone in hand. “Well sorry boys, looks like we wont have a working AC until the end of this week.”

“What?!” The three boys shot up in unison.

“Yeah, the AC’s parts are really old, but the electric company said that they can order new ones today and have it installed on Friday..so no worries guys. We’ll all just sleep downstairs in the meantime, till then.”

They all groaned loudly, like the drama queens they were, making their own way. Tom comes up behind Y/N. “Uhh that totally defeats the whole purpose of why I put those mini fans in our room last night.” He objected with a cheeky smile his face.

“Thomas Stanely Holland. You do not steal fans for yourself just so you have an excuse to cuddle me in your sleep.” She teasingly chastises, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Steal?! I’ll have you know I don’t steal fans..I gain them.” He wiggles his eyebrows ar Y/N, making her laugh. “Plus don’t act liek you didn’t love cuddling with me last night to protect you from the cold.”

“Stop. That’s too cheesy.” She snorts, trying to walk away from him.

“Make me, darling.” He dares, holding her in place as he continues to wiggle his eyebrows.

Y/N smiles at him, her hands slowly making their face to both sides of his face. His eyes closes, as she gently strokes on side of his cheekbone down to his jawline. She leans ever so slowly into him, just barely touching his lips. Toms arms around her loosen, ready to lift her chin up just so their lips could close the painful tiny distance of air. It was then Y/N took her shot, and ran away from Tom, yelling at Harrison that Tom was going to steal the fans for himself.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” Tom yells out, chasing after Y/N.

“No that’s called being clever.” Y/N cackles, poorly mocking her fiance’s British accent.

“God I cant wait for this AC to start working again.” Tom groans as he makes his way after Y/N.

Taglist:

@hollanddolanfangirl @parkerspillow @joyleenl @kihyunwifes @holland-bowen @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @marvelobsessedteenager @viwihere

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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adavenhaikyuu · 4 years ago

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If The World Could Stand Still

Summary:

Painfully familiar green eyes stared at him from across the hall. For a moment, Oikawa felt like he was dreaming, like one of those nightmares that’d leave him waking up in a cold sweat even as he mourned losing them to the daylight. Why was Iwaizumi here? And why did he have to be Oikawa’s new roommate?

“Hi, I’m Daichi,” the words broke him out of the green-eyed spell he’d been under, Iwaizumi looking away.

“Iwaizumi,” he bowed his head in greeting, eyes sliding back to a still frozen Oikawa. Daichi shifted next to him, shoulder gently bumping into his. “Do you two know each other?”

“We’re childhood best-”

“Yeah, we used to live near each other,” Oikawa cut Iwaizumi off, ignoring the frown his words earned. It wasn’t a lie and it’d been too long for them to still consider each other their best friend. Even if Oikawa’s heart ached at the thought.

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Chapters: 1/~

Word Count: 2238

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28072911/chapters/68776866#workskin

“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you meet again. And meeting again, after moments or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends.” - Richard Bach

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“Iwa-chan?”

“Yeah, Tooru?”

“Why does the sun have to rise?”

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Rain drizzled from a dreary sky, splattering against the foggy window panes. Oikawa’s head lolled against the slightly chilled glass, his eyes flickering open as the last tendrils of sleep slipped away. A fuzzy haze still clouded his mind, the hour-long bus nap not nearly enough to make up for two sleepless nights. He groaned and pushed himself upright, shuffling his feet until they hit the duffle bag on the ground.

It wasn’t like he’d meant to stay up for so long. How could he have known a new hero would move into town? And the bastard had been such a pain too…

Oikawa huffed and pulled out his phone, swiping through the series of texts and social media updates in his notification bar. Clicking on the one from Kuroo, Oikawa leaned his head back against the glass, ignoring the way his ribs ached.

[Kuroo:] Sure ya dont need me to come today? You took a beating last night so I wouldnt mind helping you move your stuff in

[Oikawa:] I know better than to let your mangey paws get on my stuff

[Oikawa:] I lost two hats last time! Two!

[Kuroo:] You said you didnt like them!? I was helping, you cant still be mad

[Oikawa:] I can and am.

Snapping the phone closed, Oikawa let his eyes slip shut. That alley cat was dumber than he looked if he thought Oikawa would fall for that trick again. They’d been partners in crime for too long for it to still work. Besides, it wasn’t like Kuroo had gotten away from their encounter with Anzen, or whatever he was called, injury-free.

The damn bastard had already joined up with another hero when he'd confronted their infamous selves in a jewelry shop, ruining two weeks' worth of planning and leaving them both roughed up. The whole incident was made worse because half his injuries were a result of Oikawa getting distracted by how hot the new hero was. It wasn’t fair!

The bus squealed to a stop, ending any hopes he had of getting more rest. It was a good thing he’d already lost his roommate for the semester so he could crash after getting all his stuff in the dorm. The school had attempted to make him room with someone, something he highly opposed.

Oikawa didn’t want anyone else sharing his space, especially not the rando the university initially tried to stick him with. One text conversation with the guy and Oikawa was convinced he’d only ever used three-in-one shampoo and body wash. That wasn’t the sort of environment Oikawa needed to be living in, it’d be bad for his skin.

Plus having a roommate wasn’t exactly conducive to keeping his nightly escapades a secret.

Convincing his no-longer roommate to request a room switch had been child’s play compared to what he usually convinced people to do. The next two roommates the university had tried to throw at him had been similarly dealt with. Thankfully, they’d stopped trying after the third person requested out within the month since room assignments were sent out.

Oikawa had already sent most of his items to the dorm and he hefted the one duffle bag he’d brought with him as he stood, waiting his turn to exit the bus. Fresh air from the open doors swirled around him, clearing the mild ache in his head as he breathed in the damp wind. Slipping into the aisle, Oikawa held his duffle close and shuffled off the bus.

Rain dripped onto his head and a shiver passed up his spine at the chill. It was far colder than it should be for the end of summer. Looking up, Oikawa narrowed his eyes and breathed out, daring any more rain to fall on his perfectly styled hair.

Naturally, the rain obeyed.

Campus bustled with activity despite the rain. Students huddled under umbrellas with maps while their mom hovered over their shoulders and their dad held the boxes, slowly getting soaked. He grinned at the girls he passed, catching their reddening faces as he threw them a wink and a wave before carrying on toward his dorm. It never hurt to start the fan club early. The suspicious glares from their fathers made it all the funnier. One last bit of family drama before the child and parent parted ways.

Coming to a stop outside his new home, Oikawa fished out his phone. Throwing up a peace sign, he smiled and snapped a photo. It needed a filter, but it’d work for today’s Insta post. Typing up a quick caption, Oikawa posted the photo and re-pocketed his phone as he turned back to the stairs.

A shoulder knocked into him and Oikawa stumbled forward, hissing as it jostled his bruised side but catching himself before he could hit the stairs. The other guy wasn’t so lucky. Books tumbled out of the box he’d been carrying and spilled onto the wet stairs.

“Sorry!” The other guy said, already scrambling to pick up his fallen items. Rain continued to fall on the books, soaking into their pages despite the guy’s best efforts. Crouching down, Oikawa picked up the books nearest him and let the faint breeze dancing around him ruffle the damp pages.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” the guy said, coming to a stop in front of Oikawa. He was kneeling on the wet pavement (wasn’t he worried about his pants?) with his unboxed books filling his arms, not an umbrella in sight. Water dripped off his dark brown hair into his matching brown eyes making him look quite similar to the many dads he’d passed on his way here. Instead of handing the books back, Oikawa took a few more off the precarious pile, earning him a confused look which he repaid with a dazzling smile as he stood.

“Need some help?” he asked as the other guy also got to his feet.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m Daichi,” the guy bobbed his head in greeting, his own smile lighting up his face. Oikawa tilted his head, eyes taking in the rest of the fairly plain-looking guy.

“Oikawa.”

“Thanks, Oikawa, but I can take it from here." He gestured to the books Oikawa was holding. Glancing down at the wet cardboard box on the ground, he raised a brow. He really doubted the guy could handle it all. Well, his mother had always said one good deed would be repaid with another.

"I'm on the top floor anyway, so I can carry them if you want," he shrugged and readjusted the books so they were easier to hold. Daichi's eyes widened.

"That's where I'm going too. Maybe we'll live near each other," Daichi grinned and started up the stairs again in lieu of accepting his offer, Oikawa trailing behind him. A drop of rain hit his shoulder, an icy shiver crawling across his skin. Breathing out, Oikawa let a few more drops of rain fall on his clothes, a warm breeze dancing around him to keep out the chill.

He couldn't exactly walk in completely dry, could he? That’d be suspicious now that someone was paying attention to him. He already regretted offering to help.

The rain still didn't dare touch his hair.

“So what’s your major?” Daichi asked as they entered the lobby and made for the elevator. Pushing the button, Oikawa leaned against the wall and shrugged.

“History, you?” It’d been his best subject in high school, something Kuroo always complained about, and it gave him plenty of time to dedicate to research without people getting suspicious about what he was looking up. Plus, it didn’t require a lot of math classes. Even thinking about that subject made Oikawa shiver.

“Biology, I want to get into Vet school in a few years,” he smiled and Oikawa realized many of the books they were holding had to do with animal anatomy. Maybe he could convince Daichi to get him some medical supplies. That might make getting his jacket wet worth it.

The elevator dinged and slid open, both of them shuffling inside along with three other students, pushing Oikawa to the back corner near the window. He watched as the ground slowly fell away, the elevator bringing them higher and higher. They stopped two times before reaching the seventh floor, Daichi and Oikawa stepping out into their new shared hall.

“What’s your room number?” Oikawa asked. Daichi fumbled for his key, nearly losing several books off the stack.

“Seven-twenty-nine,” He said, reading off the tag attached to the key and straightening out the pile. Oikawa’s eyes widened.

“I’m seven-thirty,” they wouldn’t be suitemates he noticed while walking down the hall, odds and evens were on opposite sides, but they’d still be across-the-way neighbors. What a coincidence.

Their rooms were at the far end of the hall next to the smallest of the three study/recreation rooms on this floor. Oikawa recognized his boxes piled next to the end door on the right. A door that was suspiciously open.

Kuroo wasn’t moving in until tomorrow and he hadn’t told the alley cat his room number. He could have asked someone for help figuring it out but something in his gut told Oikawa it wasn’t Kuroo he could faintly hear moving around in the room.

Had the University really given him another roommate? So much for good karma after helping Daichi.

“Looks like your roommate is already here,” Daichi commented. Oikawa hummed and set the books down next to Daichi’s door. Readjusting the strap of his duffle bag, Oikawa whirled around and came face to face with the absolute last person he’d ever expected to see again.

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“What do you mean?”

“Why does the sun have to rise? Why can’t we stay out under the stars forever?”

“Aren’t you afraid of the dark?”

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“Hi, I’m Daichi,” the words broke him out of the green-eyed spell he’d been under, Iwazumi looking away.

“Iwaizumi,” he bowed his head in greeting, eyes sliding back to a still frozen Oikawa. Daichi shifted next to him, shoulder gently bumping into his.

“Do you two know each other?”

“We’re childhood best-”

“Yeah, we used to live near each other,” Oikawa cut Iwaizumi off, ignoring the frown his words caused. It wasn’t a lie and it’d been too long for them to still consider each other their best friend. Even if Oikawa’s heart ached at the thought.

“Ok-ay, well, I’m going to let you two talk. Thanks again for helping with my books,” Daichi smiled at the both of them and escaped inside his room. That’s all Oikawa wanted to do right now.

So much for his plan to catch up on sleep.

Oikawa ignored Iwazumi and picked up one of his boxes, moving past the other boy to enter his new room. It was decent sized, nothing extravagant. Two twin beds sat against opposite walls, dressers situated at their ends and two desks nestled side-by-side between them in front of the double windows. To the left of the door was a closet and to the right, a sink next to the door leading to the bathroom.

Iwaizumi’s things were already scattered on the right side of the room, so Oikawa made his way to the left dresser and set his box and duffle on top. He’d have to reevaluate where to put his gear now that he had a roommate. Especially since he didn’t think Iwazumi would be as easy to run off as the other guys.

Turning around, Oikawa once again found himself face-to-face with Iwaizumi. His heart leaped to his throat. Two boxes of his stuff were in Iwazumi’s arms, something Oikawa tried very hard to not look at. He knew his type and he knew who his type was based on. No reason to torture himself. Brushing past Iwazumi, Oikawa went to pick up the remaining box and bring it inside.

“Too-” Iwaizumi paused at the glare Oikawa sent him, “Oikawa...how’ve you been?” The question came out rushed like it wasn’t what he really wanted to say. Not like Oikawa cared what he wanted to say, his mere presence was enough to bring back the memories he’d buried long ago.

It wasn’t fair. Was this karma for his extracurricular activities? Why couldn’t he separate Iwaizumi from those thoughts? Why did it have to hurt looking at him and remembering everything that’d passed?

“I’ve been great, how about you?” Oikawa said, setting the box next to the sink, a bright and oh so fake smile lighting up his face. The green of Iwaizumi’s eyes dimmed as he easily accepted the lie as truth.

Oikawa didn’t know if he should be relieved or cry.

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“You make the nighttime safe, Iwa-chan.”

“But the sun still needs to rise, Tooru, you know that. Why don’t you want it to?”

“It’s not the dark I’m afraid of anymore…”

#iwaoi #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa #haikyuu!!#fanfic #If the World Could Stand Still #iwaizumi x oikawa #angst #fluff #anime #ao3 #daichi

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fistsoflightning · 4 years ago

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23: i wanna know what you’re doing tonight

prompt: shuffle || masterpost || other fills || ao3 mirror

word count: 2796

Does writing music based on things your friend said count as flirting?

It’s AU brainworm time everybody >:3 This “main street” AU is basically balefire/mom squad’s ‘what if we made a bunch of small town romance ideas and mashed them together’ which turns out to be a lot more hilarious than it should be. Featuring (chat) cameos from @windupcatgirl @to-the-voiceless @windupnamazu @verbroil and @winduphaurchefant because why not. Title from this song!

For all intents and purposes, Zaya enjoys autumn; summer heat cooling off into a pleasant chill, the sunlight that lingers enough to keep warm in the early weeks. The trees may die, but in doing so they grow colorful, and though the flowers in A’dewah’s little shop don’t do the same he changes which ones are on display to match better with the tree outside. It does mean Krile—and more recently, one G’raha Tia—have to return to Mor Dhona, their studies resuming, but it’s not like they can’t chat.

It does, however, mean the return of autumn showers—and they don’t even hate rain that much—and fortunately Zaya managed to forget their poncho just as the first big storm pulled in. Mor Dhona wasn’t that far of a drive away, really, just two or three hours on a road Zaya had taken enough times before, but in the middle of a rainstorm? Without a rainproof coat?

Well, at least Miss Eldfalk’s documents are staying dry in the carrier at Zaya’s back, even if the chill of the rain has already soaked through the wool of their jacket and started to dampen their shirt by the time they pull into the parking garage just a block or so away from the museum waiting on Sjanna’s delivery. Thankfully the inn is just an elevator away and not on the other side of the road; they should keep a spare poncho or umbrella in the motorcycle luggage next time.

Zaya pushes the thought aside as they slip off their helmet and the phone in their pocket begins to buzz about, safely tucked within the canvas pocket of their overalls and hopefully not just as soaked as their hands are. Wiping their palms and fingers on the inside of their legs, they unzip the soggy jacket and tug out the borrowed phone to see the numerous Linkcord notifications—of course.

Leaning onto the front of their motorcycle, Zaya hardly takes a second glance up to the storm just out the window behind them as a few taps and a swipe unlocks the screen, opening up to the Linkcord discussion of the day (night? Night.)

[ text channel #mom-panic; 9:47 PM ]

banned for baby crimes zayaaaaaa i miss you Hanami Hagane You are just saying that because you have no one to drag around the fair. Hanami Hagane Besides, they will be back tomorrow afternoon. banned for baby crimes no i’m not!! that’s too long!! i brought ihget but he’s being stupid and wont ride the ferris wheel with me :’) banned for baby crimes i cant find lunya and reese either so now im stuck with himbo here local breadhead we’re just by the cotton candy stand! lunya’s waving at you ;) banned for baby crimes OH THERE YOU ARE HOW DID I MISS YOU hold on i gotta grab the chad first local breadhead 😊 banned for baby crimes but i really miss zaya even if they’re just over in mor dhona.. so does ochir he- i- banned for baby crimes has anyone seen ochir ihget lost him in the crowd- this says zaya 😱 reese is in pieces :O( YOU WHAT?? local breadhead oh dear lmao reese is in pieces :O( i hope no one tries to take him :( reese is in pieces :O( lunya says if your stupid catboy loses zaya’s bird shes not going to make you two the mini versions of zaya’s courier hat banned for baby crimes IT SNTO MY FAULT ZAYA JR HERE WAS BEIGNB ROODY ADN LOOKED AWAY NOOOOOOO,,, Hanami Hagane Why bring the bird with you, anyways. Zaya lent you Ochir’s cage. banned for baby crimes he made sad noises when ihget n i were abt to leave,,,,

The chat quickly devolves from there into Sati panicking about Zaya’s violet-backed starling going rogue and everyone else jumping in and hells, they are not in the mood to manage that. Drops of water fall from their chin onto the screen; they hastily wipe it away before shoving the phone back into their pocket and hop off their motorcycle. A few quick movements with the key round their wrist opens up the luggage attachment with the satchel of papers inside—blessedly dry, thank the gods they splurged on a decent one instead—which they swing over their shoulder as they start walking to the elevator.

A dripping trail has probably followed them all the way from the parking garage to the lobby, they think in passing as they stop at the front desk, waiting for the receptionist to turn around. Their hand goes to fiddle with the small keychain on their keyring as they wait, still dripping their own personal puddle around them.

“Hello, hello! Welcome to the Seventh Heaven, how may I—” Tataru turns around, small smile widening into a sunny bright grin when she sees them, even if they’re dripping all over the lobby. “Zaya! Good to see you back again; need a room for the night, then?”

A curt nod (that sends water droplets onto the surface of Tataru’s desk) is all she needs to hop off her stepping stool and onto the ground, waving Zaya along before she cheerily marches down the halls with a keyring jingling in her hand. Not even the gloomy rainstorm thundering outside can put a damper on her mood, it seems.

“Payment for the night’s stay may be given in the form of Gannet Bay gossip, alright?” Tataru unlocks the door to a nicely decorated room with a quick turn of her hand, playfully winking over her shoulder as she does. Her violet eyes glimmer almost the same as Lunya’s, really; filled with teasing joy and secrets. “I’ve heard from the grapevine about a certain catboy quite enjoying the atmosphere out there, now!”

She steps aside as the door swings fully open, giving a little curtsy, and Zaya gives her an energetic thumbs-up as they walk past her into the room, pleasantly warm and bright from the small fireplace in the corner of the room, banked low so its amber glow only flickers across the floor.

First things first: getting out of all the soggy clothing they’re wearing.

They hang their satchel (papers still neatly bound inside, good) on the wall hook by the door and haphazardly strip off their shoes and socks, followed by the once-warm and fluffy jacket as they look about for spare hangers.

Ah; Tataru always has their back. Hanging on the end of the bed are a set of four or so hangers, which Zaya snaps up with ease, carefully slipping the wooden hangers through sleeves and loops as they finally get to their undershirt—blissfully dry, if not a bit cold. Their overalls aren’t all that damp on the top but are more than soaked the further down the legs one looks… hopefully that dries quick enough.

Just as they finish kicking their ankle-high boots to the mat by the door, a quiet yet unfamiliar chime fills the room, and Zaya nearly thinks to check outside the door for the noise when the light vibrations trickle up their arm. The soft ringtone—someone humming along to a muffled orchestra, maybe; not the smartest of choices for a calling ringtone—grows louder as Zaya stares down at their collection of soggy clothing.

...Alright, second: answer the damn phone?

Zaya nearly fumbles all the hangers to grab their phone from the pockets of their overalls and accept the call, only briefly reading the name from the screen before his face pops up in its place. White hair and a charming grin, perhaps—that is, to anyone who hadn’t heard the words that fall from his mouth like gentle rain.

(Okay, well, maybe that just helped. Zaya wasn’t going to say that out loud to anybody regardless; it didn’t matter what they thought of Thancred’s charms. Probably.)

“...I’d say ‘good evening’ but I wager you are having anything but just by the water dripping off your hair,” Thancred says in lieu of greeting, his voice warm and surrounded by the distant sounds of the usual fall fair attractions. “So instead, I’ll say this; is that old phone serving you well enough?”

Zaya nods; given, this one’s a bit clunky, but the lightness of their actual tomephone may have indirectly been the reason that they’d dropped it while helping out around town and eventually cracked the screen. At least Thancred had offered to lend them his old one for the trip to Mor Dhona in case, just on the off chance someone truly needed their attention, like for lost birds and ways to punish a distracted idiot.

They set it on the table, the front camera facing towards the window as Zaya steps into frame, still fiddling with the hangers in their hands. Mor Dhona may be covered in a gloomy storm, but the golden lights from the buildings around Revenant’s Toll Square still glow brightly in the distance, a refuge from the biting torrent of cold rain.

“Survived the water,” they sign slowly, stepping closer to the fireplace in a subtle attempt to dry off a bit quicker, almost fumbling when their fingers stiffen, chilled to the bone. Thancred laughs, the bridge of his nose crinkling just a tad like how it does when he can’t stop cracking himself up. “Still has power, too.”

“Glad to see it has survived, then.” There’s a slight pause where Thancred stops talking (and laughing) to catch his breath, the small silence filled with Zaya leaving frame to go hang their soaked clothes over the fireplace to hopefully dry for tomorrow. When they come back to look at the camera, a kaleidoscope of colorful lights dance across Thancred’s face, some colorfully lit attraction before him leaving his platinum blonde hair awash with a rainbow of color. “The storm there should burn off by early dawn, though; hopefully you will not have to drag yourself home dripping wet from your business in Mor Dhona.”

Ah, good. They yawn as discreetly as someone who’s on a video call can—which is to say, not very, and a rosy flush must spread on their face when Thancred chuckles under his breath, low and steady.

“Forgive me,” he says next, voice lowered as if he were disturbing someone’s rest. “I must be keeping you from collapsing; I can’t imagine a drive in the freezing rain and getting soaked is the least draining way to spend one’s night.”

In-between stretching out the tense muscles in their back and neck do they grunt some noise of agreement, the strain flaring momentarily before melting into a drowsy warmth that drips down the ridges of their spine. Really, spending time in Mor Dhona at all is a draining waste of time—when you make your home in somewhere as vibrantly quiet as Gannet Bay it’s hard to want the big city over the comforts of familiarity, of knowing each shop and its owners personally, of being able to help them all and see their smiles.

At least they can see one person from home, now.

“ ‘S fine,” they mumble softly, heart stuttering when Thancred’s smile widens at the sound of their voice. Part of them wishes they were there to playfully elbow him for that—it’s not that rare tha they’ll speak—and the other part of them they are desperately trying to ignore. “How’s th’ fair.”

“Wonderful.” He looks up for a moment as Zaya wraps themselves in the bed coverings, presumably to whatever booth or stall is shining down on his face with fluorescent lights. “Ryne’s had a wonderful time, I think. I haven’t seen your friends around, but would you like to hear about the odd variety of attractions around?”

Zaya hums sleepily, waiting for him to continue. They hardly even notices when their eyelids grow heavy and their fingers return to their usual warmth, entranced enough by the fond familiarity of Thancred’s voice as they drift off to sleep.

…

The next morning, Zaya wakes with the dawn that rises across Mor Dhona, the bright golden sunrise sneaking through the cracks of the large curtains to tickle their bedsheets. The cityscape outside the window is covered by low autumn morning fog, glimmering as the sunlight dances over it and the puddles the passing storm had left behind in its wake. Outside, it is nearly silent, only a few passing cars and hardly any pedestrians around when Zaya does their morning stretches by the window.

As is always with a trip into the city, they fall into an easy routine; wake with the sun, stretch out whatever they can without breaking something, get dressed and hastily grab everything before rushing out the door, wave Tataru a rushed but genuine goodbye. Trot down to the parking garage, check the bike, throw the satchel back into the luggage on the back as they slip on their stereo cuffs and flick through playlists on their phone before going to get breakfast at the Bismarck—

Zaya pauses their flick-tap scroll through the playlists on their phone when they catch one with their name. Odd; Thancred did always have the habit of making his friends their own personal playlists, but they’d like to think they didn’t give him that much of a read on their tastes just yet.

Shrugging to no one but themselves, they tap on the playlist and let it begin to play as they slide the phone back into their overall pocket, starting up their motorcycle’s engine just as the song begins to play.

They stop.

[ DM history with @superbolide; 7:36 AM]

zayaya ❓ zayaya 🌅😊❗🎵🎧💿❓❓ superbolide good morning to you too :) you’re up rather early superbolide something the matter? superbolide ah i haven’t got another song for you yet, if that’s the question rest assured, i’ll find something yet! zayaya 🙅

It hardly takes them more than a few seconds to grab a small screenshot of the playlist in question, sending it and another screenshot back to Thancred as they quietly listen to the same song Rjoli and Reese had playing near constantly for last Valentione’s Day in the bakery—still manages to be catchy, somehow. Let it not be said that acoustic covers were not their favorite.

The notification ringtone chimes when Thancred responds, cheery and bright.

Zaya goes a bit bug-eyed at what he types next, the song fading off as the next one on shuffle comes up—piano, humming, Thancred’s voice—

Thankfully, for it being so early in the morning, there’s no one around in the parking garage to judge the frankly embarrassing noise they make at their phone, or the bright flush that spreads across their face.

It isn’t like that, they remember saying, sputtering like a fish out of water when Lunya had barely insinuated that Thancred’s small wave as he walked past was a bit more than friendly. There’s no way he’d be interested in the courier that helped him choose out a ribbon at the local boutique, of all people! He doesn’t even know where I work!

Zaya drops their forehead onto the dash of their motorcycle, careful not to hit their horns against anything as they do.

Looks like they were wrong, about it ‘not being like that’. Maybe.

(Oh gods, they really hope they’re wrong.)

…

[ text channel #mom-panic; 8:03 AM]

💬 this says zaya is typing...

this says zaya😑 this says zaya💭🌑💘 🤟 ❓ banned for baby crimes DOES HTAT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT DOES closest to hell zaya qestir i swear on your lover boy’s life clarify for the peanut gallery local breadhead :0 reese is in pieces :O( i think hm reese is in pieces :O( zaya did thancred just confess or did somethign else happen this says zaya [ superbolide: oh haha i must have forgotten to upload those to my lifestream] this says zaya [ superbolide: there are some songs i did save, but all the clips there were lyrics i thought of after chatting w/ you 😉] this says zaya [ superbolide: i could make an EP dedicated to you w/ the inspo you gave me] this says zaya [ superbolide: that is, if you don’t mind] Hanami Hagane I told you he was obvious. closest to hell SATINA YOU OWE ME GUMMIES FROM SHOOTING STAR I CALLED IT closest to hell IT WAS OBVIOUS THE MUSIC HES MAKING WAS BC OF THEM local breadhead oh bless… that’s v sweet… banned for baby crimes HBHBHHB NOOO MY HARD EARNED GIL,,, banned for baby crimes BUT WE ALL WERE RIGHT ABOUT HIM THO reese is in pieces :O( awwwauaua!! banned for baby crimes so banned for baby crimes zaya banned for baby crimes when’s the wedding this says zaya 😡😡😡 closest to hell me🤝sati “when’s the wedding” this says zaya 👆💀🏡 Hanami Hagane You two better start running. banned for baby crimes WAIT ZAYA NO-

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princelestatdelioncourt · 4 years ago

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Part l “Just a Day”

*fanfic*

-sighs-

Seated alone in my cold room. Only the fire place provided with the enough warmth at least close to where I was seated at. That old medieval chair. The dogs were sleeping by my side and they were the only companion I had for so many days and nights. I stared at the fire, crisp, listening to the sounds of the logs being burned down and the cracking. Hypnotized by these flames. I thought about many things at the same time I thought about nothing.

Lately, things at home were much more cold, distant and irritable. The relationship with my brothers and Father became more like that since that day I started to go out hunting a few years ago at the age of 16.

They go to church, pretend to do good, spent all the money on my brothers weddings and marriage arrangements, they pray and do all these monarch things one is suppose to be doing. Me? Everything on the contrary. I go hunting, I didn’t believe in God, I questioned, I drank, I committed sin…all in the purpose to break my routine, to what I believed or perhaps to be happy with myself. But I was really happy? I can’t answer to that. I don’t have a proper answer. Yes I was, No I was not.

What was good at this point in my life? I was alive, I went hunting, I provided food, I fixed the vineyards or whatever it was needed to be fixed or at least taken care of, while they seated in their rooms and complain or pointed at me “Lestat!”. I protested, I fought I was upset but yet there I went hunting and providing and the fact to see the food on the table was provided by me and they had food to eat and not to starve, so I was content when it these things happened.

Self-love… Good job Lestat. I said to myself. Now what? Grab your pistol and go hunting again or to go your room and eat whatever it was left in the kitchen if anything or go to the tavern and drink and commit sin to whoever approached.

No one knows know how much I loved to ride my horse as fast as I could and feel free. That freedom, the mountains, the horse, the dogs, the sun in my face or even if it was snowing or raining, I was always outside, I felt free...It was just me and my happiness. Away from these thick walls, having to listen to my brothers, to fight with them, to stay quiet in my room under key but at least I had my mother. The only one reason to keep me sane at home.

Not even if we never spoke much but we understood each other. Always. One gaze, one gesture…we knew, we understood. And she was the only one who stopped the fights and beatings. What I or where I would be if she wasn’t there…dead perhaps.

Wasn’t much different today after all these thoughts in my mind staring at the fire, in my room.

I finally stood up and grabbed my jacket and decided to go to the Tavern to break once again the daily routine, I had time to do that before starting once again my duties.

I kissed the dogs and left my room towards the barn and down the old road I went with my horse to the Village.

It was a sunny but windy day. Not bad. I enjoyed the cold air yet it was freezing me. I looked down at my hands, no globes, holding the reins and I realized…I was wearing the same clothes again. Not that I had much. Two pair of boots, shirts, jackets for winter and for summer. I just gave a small sigh and didn’t care much about it anymore.

Upon arrival I went in to the Tavern. Wasn’t too crowded. Good.I didn't feel dealing with anyone but just drink cold wine.

I sat at the very end, on a corner table away from people. Yes I am a loner. I didn’t want to interact with anyone, I saw their eyes on me, Of course, I was the Lord for them. I never cared. I hated it actually. It made me feel more alone to be treated like that. Yet I was craving for attention and love and understanding.

I sat there and my lovely friendly servant came with a jar of wine.

-Monsieur- she said with her lovely voice, giving a quick look around so the people present was aware of her modesty while pouring wine to my cup and finally looking at me with a smile.

-Oh please don’t call me that- I replied with no giving importance to the title. As I said I never cared.

-But you are- she said and seated beside me on that bench.

Yes I knew her. Yes we knew each other. Yes we committed sin together many times. There was our connection.

I looked at her and drank from my cup. The wine was cold and it felt so good, I drank it all at once.

-You are going to end up drunk drinking that fast- she said grabbing the cup from my hand and pouring more

-Does it matter?- I gave a shoulder shrug and a smile

She leaned closer and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes for a moment. I knew what was coming. It was actually that my duty? To bed with the girls from the Village because I was the Lord? And once again these questions in my mind…what that good, what that bad? Is there a God that will condemn me to Hell for my sins? Is there actually a God? A Devil? Yet I felt miserable.

I stopped myself to all these questions and I came back to the place I was. At the tavern seated on that old bench and the servant kissing my neck and the surrounding sounds of people talking , drinking and the fire cracking.

Her hand now on my chest.

- Lets go to my room Lestat- She whispered into my ear on such tender way how I could say no to that.

I didn’t say anything, neither I moved. I stared at the infinite but I was fully aware of my surroundings. Avoiding these questions in my mind. Now she wanted me to go to her room. And that will generate a very brief happy encounter. And there I was questioning myself again…I was about to do good? Or bad? She wanted me happy, I wanted her happy, I wanted to give her my love, with no harm. It was for me, for her, for us. In that Village in the middle of nowhere in the mountains. We had each other. At least for these brief moments.Our happiness if that was actually one to be happy.

I leaned closer to her and nibbled my face on her neck. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to use her, I didn’t want to hurt her but I was craving for love, for care. I never knew what true love was but just all these affections coming from whoever I slept with. My dogs. My horse, Hunting. The sun, The Moon. My mother’s eyes…that was l the only love I knew of.

She smelled wine, chimney smoke, flour…

-I can’t stay long…- I replied to her brushing my lips over to her warm skin

-Come – She grabbed my hand. She stood up first and then made me to move pulling from my hand. – come…- she added with a smile

I finally obeyed.

We walked towards her room, which was actually an attached house to the Tavern. Bottle of wine on hand, there we walked to her home. And one could still hear the noises from the Tavern, just right next door.

I sat on that old blanket by the fireplace, elbows resting on that hard floor, knees vended. I drank from the bottle of wine while I was looking at her walking towards me. She went down to her knees between my legs. Her hands rubbing my legs. I drank some more. At that point I could feel my body responding to her hands over my legs. She finally leaned forward and kissed my lips. I allowed a few moments to feel that sensation. Her moist lips over mine. Wanting mine to return that kiss. And so I did.

I returned her kiss slowly, tasting her lips. Her hand went under my shirt –Your hands are so cold- I protested with a slight movement of my body.

-Soon they will be warm- she said against my lips

We kisses over and over again. I could feel her body opening for me and mine ready to take her. We were not even naked, there was not time for that. Just enough fabric to be pulled aside for our bodies to feel each other. Under her dress.

Not even 10 minutes later it was all done. These few moments came and dissipated like nothing ever happened before.

-You couldn’t wait too long today huh?- she asked me seated on my lap.

I was all spread over that blanket. I was relaxed. I was smiling. Just wanting to be there, to sleep on that hard floor by the fireplace. Away from the chateau…yes sleep…but I could not.

I looked at her, still seated on my lap. I could feel her naked skin against mine. In purpose she moved herself on certain ways to provoke me again.

-I can’t stay- I told her with a smile knowing she was doing all of that to make me stay. My hands holding her hips. I wanted to stay but I could not… I didn’t want to. I made us roll over the blanket and kissed her lips. Laying down on top of her for a brief moment. It actually feel good and I truly wanted to sleep but I had to go.

-You feel good. Your body on top of mine- She said to me with her fingers tangled in my hair.

-hmm yes you feel good as well- I kissed her once more and I moved away. Fixing my pants and standing up. I looked down at her and smiled -but I told you I cant stay-

She stood up and embraced me. I grabbed the bottle of wine and drank some more. We walked towards the home door that connected with the Tavern. She was shorted than me, perhaps around 5′2 or somewhat around there. I looked down at her eyes and wrapped my arms around her waist, against the wall and I kissed her once again. I told my body to stop before I could see myself going back to that room and take her again.

-Listen, come to the Chateau tonight...ok?- I asked her

-To the ..Chateau?- she asked me with surprise

-Yes. Unless theres another Chateau around here which I dont think so yes, the Chateau- I chuckled

Obviously she never stepped into a castle before. She only knew about it from the Village. Never , no one from the Village came up hill to the Chateau unless it was for a debt or a father upset becasue he found out I slept with his daughter. But for a woman to come up there, no never.

-I will wait for you outside...bring cheese! and wine- I requested while kissing her neck and lips, as gentle as I could. Why I invited her to my home? I dont know I simply did with my good intentions. To sin again. To have cheese. And her company I suppose. I dont know. I simply invited her.

-Ok yes yes sure! yes... - she was excited. I could feel her excitement.

-Good. I will wait outside by the bridge as I said. I need to finish some things this afternoon but I will await there after dinner. Past 10 when everybody already sleeps- I told her and I kissed her lips once more.

-Monsieur- A man approached. A farmer. -Monsieur I do need of your help

I looked at him. I was quite surprised to his words.

I de tangled from her embrace and spoke to the man.

-Of my help?- I replied curious to know more

-Yes Monsieur. My sheeps are all dead. A wolf, maybe two. Killed them all- he said to me with the same tone a Villager will talk to his Lord.

-And what can I do about that?- I just simply replied

-I am aware of your precise hand and hunting. Good arm of yours. The wolves will continue to come down to the Village and kill everything we have to provide you my Lord and our families- He said with the same tone.

-Ok...I will go up to the mountains and kill that wolf. Be assure of that and you and your family will live in peace- I replied as much polite as I could. Remember I never cared to me a Lord but raised myself , alone, outside...so my modesty wasn't as good unless I wanted to.

-Thank you my Lord..God bless you- He said to me politely almost bowing

Oh how much I hated that, the Lord, the God, the politeness...I hated it.

I simply bowed my head trying not to make a face of hating all of that. And as soon as he left I returned my attention to my beloved servant.

-Lestat, be careful. I am scared about the wolf- She said worried about the Village words and knowing I was going to kill the wolf

-Its just a dog- I replied not giving importance

-Its not a dog Lestat, is a wolf- she said

-Its a dog. How many legs has a wolf? 4 right? then its like a dog. I will be fine. Oh come one, now,I know how to hunt. You dont get worried about me because I will go kill a wolf...its just a wolf- I replied with not caring much about the situation

-Lestat!- she replied

-Enough...!- I stared at her, I was getting annoyed about all of this wolf thing so I changed the point of that conversation -Tonight, ok? Tonight, us, the Chateau..past 10 ok?-

-Ok yes, yes tonight..- she replied

-Ok good- I grabbed the bottle of wine and drank some more leaving it to the table next to us. She had her arms around me. And I was starting to feel claustrophobic with the Tavern smells, the noises, her arms and now the wolf situation.

-I have to go...- I de tangled her arms around me as gentle as possible not making any sign of my annoyance -I will see you tonight. Dont forget the cheese...- I smiled at her and kissed her lips once more

-I will not forget- She looked at me and smiled

I gave her a small bow and smile and walked towards the door.

Fresh air once again. Yes. I needed that. I mounted my horse and went up hill as fast as I could for a few moments. I needed that freedom before returning again to be closed inside these thick walls.

I approached the castle, went to the barn. De mounted the horse and covered with an old blanket I used it for the cold night and went back to my duties. Grass, vineyards, fences...at least we had food for that night....

TO BE CONTINUED...PART ll “JUST A NIGHT”

#Mortal Lestat #//this is just a story to what I think it could has been a day in his life #fanfic

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bucky-at-bedtime · 6 years ago

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Baby, it’s Cold Outside

Cuddle Drabbles – Part One

I’m starting a new thing called ‘cuddle drabbles’ and ma boi Clint is the first one! I’m hoping to get a few more out this weekend, so I hope y’all like this!!

Clint Barton x Avenger!Reader

“Stay close to the people who feel like sunlight”

When Clint wakes up, the first thing he does is groan, realise why he’s in pain and roll off his bad shoulder (dislocated, don’t try new acrobatic moves without practice). On his other shoulder, he faces you, and he decides this is better anyway.

The sound of rain penetrates the room, big, heavy droplets fall onto the windows and a chill runs through the room. It hadn’t rained in a while, and he was sure that leak in his roof would be forming a puddle in his kitchen, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

The dull light from the window hits your bare shoulders, illuminating the fresh bruises (slammed against a wall, surprise attack), and healing cuts (knife to the bicep, kick to your opponent’s knee). His own knuckles are raw and swollen (punch punch punch, until they stop fighting back), and his muscles ache as if he’d been at the gym for 38 hours straight (one mission, three hours).

Mornings after missions were tough – when his muscles protested each movement and his injuries nagged him to stay in bed. Oftentimes, it was the mere thought of coffee that got him out of his bed in the early hours of the afternoon – today, he wasn’t sure even that could tear him from this bed, not as long as you’re in it too.

He reaches down for the purple blanket at the end of the bed and haphazardly pulls it across the two of you. Beside him, his phone buzzes with notifications of his latest responsibilities. He turns it off. Not today.

Only moments after he had moved, you groan into your pillow muscles tensing as you force your eyes open for a moment, before burying your face back into his pillow. “No,” you grumbled, voice gravelly and laden with sleep, slightly muffled by the pillow.

He chuckled lightly beside you relaxing back onto his good shoulder, then he hummed in agreement.

You pried one eye open, face scrunching comically towards him. “Why’re you staring at me?”

He laughed again and, pushing through the ache, lifted an arm to wrap around your waist, pull you close. You make a noise of faux-protest, but then your arms snake around him and you press your face into his chest, and his whole body feels warm, despite it being winter in New York.

“’m sore,” you murmur into his chest, “don’t wanna move ever again.”

“sounds like a plan,” he mumbled back, lips soft against the top of your head, “never moving again.”

And for a while, neither of you do.

The room is silent apart from the patter of rain, and you both doze in and out of sleep, stuck on the edge of consciousness. You stay wrapped around each other, and neither of you will admit it’s because you’re in love. Not yet.

He had been scared for you last night – he always was on missions, but he can’t say anything because it’s the job. We put ourselves in harm’s way so others don’t have to. He knew you worried about him too, which is why mornings like this felt so good – to have you there, heart beating, breath even in his arms, he feels like it could last an eternity. It makes up for all the worry.

You both rouse from sleep when the door pushes open, and the nose of a certain golden dog pokes through.

“I think Lucky wants breakfast,” your voice is a whisper, an attempt to not break the serenity. Lucky ruins that immediately, by bursting through the door, tail wiggling as he bounds onto the bed.

Clint nearly yelps when the dog’s cold nose presses against his bare skin.

“Alright, alright!” he rolls away as fast as he can whilst you laugh. “breakfast.”

“So much for never moving.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“You better be.” And before he can respond, your fingers clutch at his t-shirt, pull him back down until he almost falls on top of you and press a kiss to his lips.

Your lips against his are pure sunlight – warm and bright and absolutely golden. It’s like you’re glowing, shining just for him and he truly believes you could bring back summer with a mere kiss.

He wanders out into the kitchen, wishing he’d put on those fuzzy socks you got him, despite how ridiculous they look. He feeds Lucky inside, watches the dark clouds in the sky and rain splatter on the windows as he waits for the coffee.

When he walks back into the bedroom, two mugs in hand, you’re laying there in the middle of the bed, smile on your lips, and he realises why there’s no sun in the sky today; he’s found it right here in his bed.

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tessacxstello · 5 years ago

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hello im (F, 24) an idiot and forgot to post tessa’s (F, 22, fictional) intro!

pls bare in mind most of this was written 5+ years ago n i haven’t written tessa since 2015...... but lets get this show (LOCKWOODRP) on the road (DASHBOARD).

tw school shooting, tw bipolar disorder

art hoe. always covered in paint. why?? she bad at painting

the mark rothko jackson pollock kind of bad tho wher people are like.... omg.... revolutionary..... its a badly drawn vagina

fuckin loves astrology, but cant take it that seriously bcos one of her bfs was a gemini so there’s some lenience there. but she WILL blame her hormones and mood swings on the positon of mars

embodies pure sunshine.

one of those really annoying people that can go through the most traumatic shit and still find a positive spin.

cares so much for others but does not really care for herself n it’s meant she just bottles up all this shit n when someone asks her how her day has gone she just falls on the ground like tht bit in midsommar when florence does that loud wheezy noise and sits down

has never really had much money at all. learns to make-do with what she has. loves upcycling!! her bookshelf is made from cardboard which she’s reinforced by pappering it over with pages ripped out of thrifted books. her sofa is an old car boot which she’s repainted, put on wheels and stuffed w cushions so that it’s actually bearable to sit on.

her knitted cardigan? its made out of wife material.

knits all the time. will crochet you a christmas scarf. if ur lucky you might get a knitted jumper with a penis in a santa hat

still sleeps with cuddly toys n then wonders why ppl dont think she’s mature enough for a serious relationship

very passionate about Sister Doing It For THemselves!! raised by a single mom who worked her ass off so that tessa could do fun activities after school, have lelli kelly shoes, and go to college (not necessarily in tht order of importance)

tessa was born out of wedlock as the result of an affair between her mom (a journalism intern in her early 20s) and a new york times editor.

the editor offered to pay tessa’s mom off to have an abortion, but she was like fuck u and told the papers he’d done that and used the money to cover the cost of her internship which they refused to pay her for

and because of the scandal, he ended up going through a pretty messy divorce with his wife, and losing custody of his kids. so as a child tessa was seen as the cause of a divorce and received mutliple letters from the editors wife (to tessa personally!) and his kids saying how she had ruined everything, but her mom moved them to another town so tessa didn’t have to deal with that crap.

her mom worked 3 jobs to put her through school, so in return tessa pushes herself incredibly hard to succeed. needs a break and a hug and to get laid to be honest.

an old soul. likes old films, old music, old people. only recently got an iphone 5s so not really with this century yet

very sweet and soft and kind but also a fucking mess and won’t listen to anyone else’s opinion. she’ll take comfort, but not advice.

feminist buddhist bisexual vegetarian for human rights and animal welfare. standing on a soapbox shouting about the climate in the quad, shoving flyers into your hands. flyers everwhere. she turns up at your grandmas funeral and shoves one into her mouth. she’s stolen the mic from the vicar to talk about pandas.

says “mother of pearl” and “heavens to betsy”.

had an affair with her married piano teacher and he’s now facing a custody battle and his wife is leaving him and tessa has completely internalised that guilt despite her being the victim in the scenario

aesthetics: paint splattered jeans, loose curls spilling from a scrunchie, thrifted blouses in bright yellow, guzzling coffee in the library at three am when a term paper’s due, shoddily illustrated campaign posters to save endangered species, polaroids plastered to your bedroom walls with scribbled dates on the frames, jumping into a stack of autumn leaves, jumping off piers in the summer months and stripping off your wet clothes on the beach, digging your thumbs into peaches to leave a bruise, smoking with the extractor fan on to hide the smell, bath bombs, letting the girls at lush rub samples all over your skin, cacti with knitted bobble hats, decorative pillows and sun and moon blanket throws, basic bitch fairy lights hanging from every single window, painting the name of the boys you’ve loved inside your wardrobe door.

studies fine art and philosophy, and wants to become either a lecturer or the first woman president. vibe wise, very similar to leslie knope, missy from big mouth, and basically the naive everygirl with a high opinion of themselves trope

gets drunk off like one double vodka lemonade because she’s small and she’s a pretty messy wild drunk. it’s when slutty tessa comes out, and the next day she’ll thoroughly regret every choice made and decide she’s never drinking again and cutting out all men and starting daily sudoko

on the cheerleading team and is a flyer, which she sees as a HUGE responsibility and she works really hard to make sure she’s on it for her team. one of those get up at 7am and go to the gym before school types its sickening

she had a really traumatic time at high school because there was a shooting in her school. she was in the next classroom when it happened, and she lost one of her friends in the shooting. she had to take two months off school, was diagnosed with depression and put on anti-depressants because of it. in her 2nd year of uni she was rediagnosed with bipolar disorder and anxiety, which she’s now on medication for. she can be really good for several months at a time and feel super creative and determined (she actually finds manic periods helpful for her creativity n art, n sadly sometimes doesn’t take her meds in these periods to push herself more which is obvs super bad.....). but when the bad periods come they can also last months n she had to take a semester out of school last year because of her mood, so she should be a senior by now but she’s retaking junior year

she attends weekly stress-management sessions prescribed by her doctor which she finds pointless.

very childish in the sense that she can only see her own point of view and kind of views herself as the “protagonist” and thinks her ideas are super important and life changing and she IS Destined for Greatness! despite being pretty much average af

pinterest board.

STATS

age: 22

height: 5'2"

positive traits: kind-hearted, gregarious, selfless, philosophical, open minded, idealistic, courageous, feisty, charismatic, loyal, adventurous.

negative traits: stubborn, hot-headed, reticent, escapist, self-destructive, easily led, naive, troubled, complicated, stepford smiler, envious, overdramatic, explosive.

distinguishing Marks: heart-shaped birthmark on the right of her chest, splattering of freckles across the cheeks during summer months, full lips, large eyes, porcelain features, long wavy hair, tattoo of a bird and a cage on her ankles and a basic bitch arrow tat on her wrist (srry to anyone with an arrow tat).

skills: jack-of-all-trades, talented pianist, perceptive, knows the correct way to throw a punch, good survival instinct, is able to remain calm in stressful situations, endures, artistic, excels in academic studies, hard-working and self-motivated, expert liar and talented actress.

likes: wolves, vintage thrift store fashion, old leather-bound books, left-wing democratic politics, cigarettes, poetry, John Hughes movies, cold coffee, hot tea, the sound of laughter, staying up til 4am having deep conversations, Tchaikovsky, having deep conversations about life, stationary, DC Comics, horoscopes, winged eyeliner, cats, knee-high socks, house music, abandoned buildings, studio ghibli, the smell of the earth after rain, Wes Anderson films, herbal tea, old people, solitude, esoteric things, the smell of freshly baked bread, Charles Bukowski, the moon.

fears: death, oblivion, global warming, losing those she loves, isolation, clowns, guns, enclosed spaces.

nicknames: Tess, T-Dog, Tessie, Socrates, Princess, Sunshine Girl, Florence Nightingale.

alignment: Neutral Good

MBTI type: INFP

BIOGRAPHY

tw school shooting

Her story begins with Cordelia Costello, a twenty-three year old college drop-out, turned beautician, turned columnist, turned intern at a local publishing company. She was a youthful, beautiful, siren of a women, always surrounded by an aura of enigma and an entourage of men. It was no surprise to the gossips in the office that within six months working at the company, Cordelia had added to her list another title – mistress to Franklin Hozier, the Editor of the New York Times. After two blissful months and three hundred and twenty seven orgasms, Cordelia decided she wanted a baby. Franklin laughed in her face. Feeling isolated and used, Cordelia continued her affair with her boss’ boss for another month, before deciding to take matters into her own hands.

It started with a turkey baster.

Soon the infant cries of a baby girl graced the world, her wrinkled skin puckered and pink as her mother held her in her arms, glancing upon the most beautiful thing in her life. Once Tessa, named after Cordelia’s favourite literary heroine, entered the world, Franklin left her life and things took a turn for the better. Despite living in a rented one-bedroom apartment in Staten Island, on what little money Cordelia had saved, Tessa’s childhood years were filled with nothing but the happiest of memories. Times were tough, but what they lacked in money, the Costello’s made up in love. While Tessa was at school, Cordelia did odd jobs cleaning, child-minding, working in local nurseries, in order to save up enough money to give her daughter the best start in life.

Despite what she had been led to believe by television shows and teen movies, the first few years of High School were some of the best years of her life. Tessa threw herself into a multitude of activities that High School offered her, including the drama club, the orchestra, choir, badminton and the school newspaper. While she certainly wasn’t considered ‘popular’ at school, Tess had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. In fact, High School was a place where she made some of the greatest memories of her life, but come her final year, it was also a place where she was haunted by some of her worst.

On the January 17th of Tessa’s senior year of high school, a shooting took place in Westville High School. For two hours Tessa locked herself in a supply cupboard, her head between her knees as she tried to stay silent despite the screams of horror from the corridor. Eighteen students were caught in the crossfire, two of which were Tessa’s best friends. Bouquets of flowers, laminated photographs, Teddy Bears in cling-film bags attached to balloons littered the streets as families and friends came to pay tribute to the eighteen students withered before they had a chance to bloom.

It took two months of therapy before Tessa could return to school. Some of the survivors could never return due to the horrors that their eyes had laid witness to. Sometimes Tessa felt like a part of her had died with the friends that were stolen from her too soon, but one thought kept her going through: she had survived, she was alive and breathing, and she could not afford to loose a second of the precious time she had been granted on this earth. Despite the nightmares that continued to haunt her each night, Tessa found in the aftermath of the disaster a new sense of motivation. She began applying for scholarships for colleges without her mother’s knowledge, in the hope that her academic success would be enough to carry her through further education. Thankfully, it was, and after three torturous months of waiting Tess was offered an arts scholarship to her dream school, Lockwood University, where she hoped she could finally start to rebuild her life.

THE PRESENT:

Life at university was like a separate world. Students came and went like moths among the whisperings and the tequila and the stars. In this new world, Tessa was exposed for the first time in her life to alcohol, drugs, and the sexual appetites of other students her age – though she politely declined all three. Instead, Tessa threw herself into the vast array of activities in the hope that by distracting herself she could escape the terrible flashbacks that continued to haunt her. Tessa joined the lacrosse team, despite never having played before, and took up cheerleading discovering a new talent; she joined the musical theatre group, and the film club, and even set up her own acapella singing society. But despite how much she tried to throw herself into student life, her past hung around her like a bad smell, and with the added pressure of the Sinking Ships zine, Tess began to feel the weight of her secret tying her down like a pair of shackles around her wrists.

PERSONALITY:

If someone was to describe Tessa in a single word, it would most likely be ‘bubbly’, ‘open-minded’ or ‘sweet’. But they would be wrong – Tessa is not bubbly, or sweet, or stubborn, or hotheaded, or fiesty, or infectious, or any of the things the world see her as, but merely a numb and lonely echo of the gregarious, halcyon girl she once was. Tessa Costello was one of life’s enigmas. No one knew who she was, for to each person she met she wore a different mask – she dripped confidence, or was painfully shy; she was an exhibitionist, or a brooding wallflower; she took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was an actress and the world was her stage, each person she met a different member of the audience in the performance of her life. In truth, Tessa no longer even recognised herself. Insecure, and self-destructive, she tried to hang on to the extroverted, mischievous pieces of herself that everyone had once loved, but day by day it got harder to know what lay in the vacant holes blown through her mind. While she was stubborn and hot-headed, Tessa always saw the best in people, which meant that she was easily led astray. While she had grown up learning to be street smart and astute, she was idealistic and allowed silly fantasies to cloud her mind. By nature, she was passionate, which lead her to misimagine and romanticise those she met. Despite the hell she had witnessed, and the anxiety that feasted upon her, she believed that people were innately good and that to have courage and be kind could cure anyone of their sadness – yet she was unable to cure herself.

TWITTER:

@500daysoftessa: i blame disney films and musicals for my high expectations of men

@500daysoftessa: i am in love with the boy who works at starbucks. today i asked for a double latte and he gave me a tripple, which i think is proof that my love is requited. our children will be smart and talented and beautiful.

@500daysoftessa: little known historical fact: pharaohs were burried with their hands crossed over their chests because it was a popular belief there would be countless water slides in the after life.

#huntingtonintro #pounce on me for plots #tw school shooting #tw bipolar disorder #tw depression

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whaleyoufeedmenuggets · 6 years ago

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Im too lazy to look at the questions so DO ALL OF THEM. (if you dont wanna then go on a random number generator and get 5 random numbers)

ITS REALLY LONG BUT I DID IT KJSHADJS HERE GOES i love oversharing my lifealso im putting a read more line bc its hella long

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

ehhh depends on my mood. i’d say it’s (dark) chocolate most of the time (love that 70% dark chocolate mmMmMm)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!! except when it gets all over my face and hair o no

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

common report book comments included

- very active

- bright

- “the live wire of the class”

- usually distracted but still does well

- mischievous

- playful

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

bottles so that i can close it and save the rest for later and not have to chug it yeet

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

sportswear #sweatpantsalldayeveryday

7. earbuds or headphones?

def headphones but they’re inconvenient sometimes :/

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows!! (also, my adhd ass can’t get through a movie without zoning out oops)

9. favorite smell in the summer?

i haven’t experienced /real/ summer (thank u singapore’s tropical climate) but i rly like the smell of rain :”)

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

making up excuses to skip pe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

belvitas before morning practice

croissant sandwich and chocolate milk after practice

if there’s no practice, then scrambled eggs from the dining hall lolol

if i’m too lazy to go to the dining hall, then cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

it’s literally called jams and the description is “a clusterfuck of stuff i’ve jammed to at some point”

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

gummy bears/sour patch kids

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

death of a salesman - arthur miller

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

with one foot up on the chair and the other leg sitting normally

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

a pair of asics sneakers

18. ideal weather?

15ºc/60ºf when its like cool but not too cold but also not ridiculously hot and also when theres no insane wind (a light breeze is fine)

19. sleeping position?

on my left side and hugging a pillow/bolster/soft toy

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i like the feeling of pen and paper but im disorganized as hell so an apple pencil + ipad makes a good enough substitute

21. obsession from childhood?

frogs (i’ve loved them since i was 3 hehe)

22. role model?

a dude i used to train with for a while in 2014. he retired last year but he’s always looked out for me like an older brother since we trained together (he’s 8 years older than me lmao) and even thought i’m so far away rn he still checks in on me and stuff and idk he’s probably one of the swimmers i respect the most.

23. strange habits?

i cant fall asleep at night if im not hugging something. like. it could be a pillow. or a soft toy. literally anything. once on a school trip i hugged a pair of sweatpants to sleep bc i legit cant fall asleep if im not hugging something.i have no problem falling asleep in class/on buses/cars/planes though.

24. favorite crystal?

idk i never really paid enough attention to crystals to actually have a favorite and know their names. they’re all rly pretty tho.

25. first song you remember hearing?

uhh h h i honestly can’t remember. probably some classical music bc i played the violin and that was my first experience of music that i was actually aware of????

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

switch on the aircon and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch. and swimming outdoors i guess.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

switch on the heater and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch.

do u see a pattern here

28. five songs to describe you?

jet lag - simple plan (bc time zones suck and i miss my fam & friends)

avalanche - bring me the horizon (pretty much sums up how tf my brain feels)

high hopes - p!atd

astronaut - simple plan

the reckless and the brave - all time low

29. best way to bond with you?

doing dumb shit with me

also Quality Time™️ like idk even if we’re chilling and doing our own shit i like just spending time with people im comfortable enough with

30. places that you find sacred?

idk

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

a hoodie and sweatpants

for no reason other than that’s what i wear 90% of the time

32. top five favorite vines?

I AM CONFUSION!!! AMERICA EXPLAIN

this bitch empty. yeet.

im in my mom’s car VROOM VROOM

the one of that dad playing the saxophone (???) and the kid slamming the oven door open and shut

road works ahead “haha yea sure hope it does!”

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either lmao or lolol or LMFAO or yeet

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

gOD i had spotify ads stuck in my head all the time before i switched to premium and now i cant remember any of them (thank god)

35. average time you fall asleep?

i’d say 12:30-1ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

the tROLL FACE MEME LIKE those rage faces idk what they’re called but BASICALLY THOSE 2010-2012 era memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!!! i like sitting on them and yeeting myself around on them or getting people to push me around and then falling off

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

ngl i havent had either of them before

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

so in jc2 (aka 12th grade), for some reason PEOPLE WERE PUTTING PRE-PACKAGED HARD BOILED EGGS ALL OVER THE SCHOOL. like they were still in their wrappers and all but u could open ur schoolbag and find like 5 eggs in there. and no one knew where they came from. i think at one point there were even eggs hanging from the pull-up bars. all i know is that they were everywhere and people in my batch still remember it as the egg invasion of acjc.

41. last person you texted?

my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

def jacket!!! especially when they have zips hehe

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

idk man depends on my mood

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi bc im a fricken nerd

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

shirt and sweats

47. favorite type of cheese?

cheddarrr also i like mozzerrella sticks

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

a fineapple B)

lmao jk ummmm maybe a watermelon bc when u hit it it sounds hollow, just like how my skull would sound if someone hit it (h a)

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

here for a good time not for a long time

never give up without a fight

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

idk probably some dumb meme. i laugh at a lot of stuff like i laugh anything even mildly funny. some that i can think of off the top of my head are:

- i was tryna type ducky but typed fucky instead and sOmEOnE (could be the person who submitted this ask, idk tho) changed my facebook messenger nickname to fucky and the notification was like ”poopy butthole changed your nickname to fucky” and i think that’s still the funniest sentence i’ve read in my whole life

- one time we went to mcdonalds and a friend said mcfluffy instead of mcflurry and idk why but i laughed so hard at that

- once @doduo and i spent half a chinese lesson cutting out random faces from the chinese newspaper and sticking them randomly all over the classroom and idk. it was the funniest thing ever. until the teacher came over and confiscated my scissors rip.

51. current stresses?

- an essay draft (that i am procrastinating rn by doing this, oops)

- CANADIAN TRIALS (but thats a good kind of stress)

- submitting a proposal for a group project but none of my groupmates are freaking replying my texts ugh

52. favorite font?

avenir next!! i find san serif fonts way easier to read than serif lolol.i like helvetica neue too.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry af but also i just got my nails done so they pretty rn hehe

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i…havent had a real job yet

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk i was never rly one for fairy tales even as a kid.

56. favorite tradition?

chinese new year when we get CASH and we spend 3 days just eating junk yEET im rly sad im gonna be missing it the next few years tho

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

hh h h hh hhh hh hh they’re pretty personal i don’t /really/ wanna put it out here but i can text you the answer to this if you want (i’m perfectly fine with that!!)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

- i think i’m pretty intuitive!!! i can guess anyone’s mbti if i’ve spent enough time with them/gotten a detailed enough description of them /winks/ and i can read people pretty well in general and i can draw links to themes/symbols in lit pretty well….???

- i’m somewhat decent at lettering…i think

- i’m good at pull-ups and also vertical jumps i’m secretly a froge

- i’m decent at photography…i guess….

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

yeet

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

pokemon !!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

/sweats/ i’m not very good at remembering lines from books/movies/shows WELP

62. seven characters you relate to?

JAKE PERALTA - b99

rosa diaz - b99

linguine - ratatouille (he’s permanently confused and he let a ratto take over his job bc he had no idea what he was doing like damn what a big mood)

dory - finding nemo/finding dory (i relate to the forgetfulness)

percy jackson

kale bae /winks/

mitt (during bad phases) /winks again, but sadly/

63. five songs that would play in your club?

idek man i wouldnt even be at my own club i’d be at home taking a nap i’ll just ask someone else to handle my playlist

64. favorite website from your childhood?

club penguin !!!

65. any permanent scars?

yE one of them was from jumping onto a treadmill going at 13km/h 2 years ago bc i thought i was a good idea

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont have any

67. good luck charms?

i eat pancakes for breakfast on meet days!!!! altho i think this is more of a habit than a good luck charm tbh lmao.

also i guess pip???? he’s my emotional support narwhal :’)

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

durian. i cant stand the stuff or anything flavored like it ugh.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

red food coloring is derived from beetles

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

overly-floral patterns i guessssss. also i hate wearing stripes.

72. worst subject?

chinese

besides that, math and physics

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i rly like vanilla ice cream and fries

also i would eat ketchup with nearly anything

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

i usually just suck it up and go to sleep when it comes to pain but i guess an 8??? idk. i usually take advil/ibuprofen only for fevers

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i got my first loose tooth on january 11 2005 and it fell out on january 18 2005 & it was a tuesday (pls don’t ask me how i remember this bc i dont know)

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

tater tots

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

cactus i guess. idk im not good at plants.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

grocery store sushi (it was pretty decent in singapore so yeeeee lmao also i ate a lot of that as a kid)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

its the same photo for both so yeAh

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

idk i always called them fireflies

82. pc or console?

console I LOVE THE FEEL OF BUTTONS

83. writing or drawing?

drawing (more like doodlign for me bc i cant draw for shit)

84. podcasts or talk radio?

neither but if i rlllllly had to choose then podcasts i guessss s sss

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither LMAO i gave all my barbies haircuts when i was a kid bc i didnt know what to do with them

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology for sure!! i love greek mythology (may or may not be bc of percy jackson lolol)

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

losing those i love and care about (could be drifting or actual death it goes both ways)

88. your greatest wish?

rn, for my essay to write itself

for the short-term, to make the olympics (and WUGs…and worlds…and sea games…and asian games…and commonwealth games lmao)

for the long-term, uhhh idk. i just wanna live a life i’m satisfied with and to have a job i actually like and to be able to support my parents

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my mom

90. luckiest mistake?

i always say that i regret doing a year of college in singapore instead of coming here for freshman year but if i’d come in a year earlier like i was supposed to, i proba wouldn’t have made it past swim team tryouts and i made some pretty great friends in my first year of college soooo it all worked out i guessi cant think of any others rn

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights are rly pretty!!but i like natural light :”)

93. nicknames?

deb

debs

debo

debbo

alpha childuhh h h i think thats about it??? i cant remember any others

94. favorite season?

spring’s pretty great rni like fall too (before it gets cOLd)

95. favorite app on your phone?

insta/tumblr/telegram

96. desktop background?

a photo of me looking rly cool at the starting blocks before a race B)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

4 - mine (singapore & US), my mom’s and my dad’s

98. favorite historical era?

uhh h h idk the ice age seemed pretty cool haha sike it was actually coldmedieval times seemed pretty cool too like damn i want a suit of armorWHEW I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS but i had fun so yeet

also if you read all the way down here ily and you’re cool

#ask #this was hella long #but also hella fun

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delicrieux · 7 years ago

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amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader] pt.8

premise: two students start developing feelings for one another despite having too many secrets to count.

tagging: @cheshirecatbyul @junieyes @whaledenwtf @xoxomioxoxo @cherryvblossom @adidabach @sissieliang @patronusfire @rianrawr @gravitygemjj @aquariemm( if anyone else wants to be tagged, please let me know!)

warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood

a/n: BITCH U THOUGHT I WOULD NEVR UUPDATE! HA! y'all are so nice SERIOUSLY! thank you for all the comments and kudos and reads...thank you for sticking by the hellish update scheduale... cant thank y'all enough..hope you like this...btw this is in no way a healthy relationship!!!however this is a fanfic and i can romanticize whatever i damn please. <3 <3 <3 lemme know what u think in those comments! they seriously motivate me to write <3

amortentia masterpost | MASTERLIST.

8. train ride home.

S p r I n g b r e a k.

The train station is restless; couples and children run around in a frantic haze of smoke and screams, giggles, enthusiastic chatter. Some passengers bump into you and mumble hiss like apologies under their breaths without even sparing you a glance as they rush to their departing trains. Fumes stick to your skin. The sun rains down in harsh rays and it is abnormally humid and hot for Britain. Rainy weather and clouds are to be expected, but this… the baby blue of the sky is nearly blinding. The chaotic shouting and the near deafening sound of honks is disorienting. With your terrible health it is all almost too much. However you prevail and tilt your head upwards, quick eyes in search of the platform. Your suitcase and ticket are safely guarded in your grip. Finally, a miracle! You spot the far away number 8 and hurry to it, counting the minutes until your departure.

A line had already formed to your train and so you set down your things and wait patiently for your turn. Your hair sticks to the side of your oily cheek. Blasted weather! With a silent huff you fix your hair and try not to blush under the heat. Once your turn arrives you smile graciously at the young ticket checker, “Good day, miss.” He greets you with a sunny smile, his mood ten times brighter once a grumpy patron passed him, “May I see your credentials?”

“Certainly.” You are quick to rummage through your case and pull out a small passport. He regards it, and then you, reluctantly giving it back.

“Have a fantastic trip, (Name).” He wishes and curtsies his black hat. You nod graciously, “If I were to offer you my help in carryi—“

“There is no need for that.” A quiet, though stormy, voice cuts in and your heart skips a beat once Tom’s pale figure comes into view behind the boy. “She is with me.” He states simply, leaving no room to argue. The boy backs down and allows Tom to take your bag and your hand as he helps you into the train.

In a breath you are transported home, where trees are tall and their scent is dizzying. Bees buzz freely and butterflies dot surface of flowers; heaven like scenery all around you. And you are a small child again and so terrified of the woman with a permanent frown on her face holding a wooden spoon high above her head in a threatening manner that, you realise, if you were to make a wrong move pain would soon follow.

“No self-respecting lady holds hands publically.” Your mothers voice echoes loud and clear, “Are you of noble birth or are you a peasant?”

And despite being told from an early age what is right and what is wrong, you chose to ignore your instincts and block out her voice. Instead you relish in the way your hand fits perfectly in his; how safe and warm it is; how pleasantly it tingles and makes your whole body feel as if on a gentle cotton cloud. Tom does not let go of your hand till you reach the compartment.

It is small and old. The red seats are dulled, but still comfortable. Tom puts away your things – his is already tugged away somewhere – and as you sit you get a better look at him. He is missing his regular robes; without them he appears leaner and paler, yet still undeniably handsome. His clothes seem worn, but tailored, they are not new but you know he has been keeping them in the best shape he possibly could. He takes a seat next to you when the train jerks into motion. Soon rumbling spreads and vibrates your bones as the scenery behind the window moves into a colourful blur.

“It’s nostalgic, isn’t it?” He breaks the silence in a bored tone. Curiously, you tilt your head away from the window, “Reminds me of the first time we met.”

“The train to Hogwarts…” You agree, “Seems so long ago...” You add.

“But I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That you are different.” He says and you can barely make out a smile on his lips. He must have expected you to relish at the idea, however your face falls.

“Do you hate me, Tom?” You ask. He thinks; his eyes trail off from your face to the outside view.

“In a way.” He admits, his gaze locking your own. “I hate what you do to me.” He says slowly, his fingers coming to graze the side of your forehead to push away some silky strands of (colour) hair, “I hate how reckless I’ve become…And how honest, too.” At this you blush; your cheeks tingle pleasantly as the warmth of his fingers linger. He pulls away, either to compose himself or to mind your personal space, though you doubt your comfort and wellbeing is on his mind. Alas, it feels as if a heavy weight is lifted off of your chest. He does not hate you. He has no malicious intent regarding you. It makes you smile, however your smile is small and a bit mellow.

“Tom…” You start slowly, curiously, thinking back on all that has happened in the past year, “Do you ever miss home?”

He regards you with a strange look, “I grew up in an orphanage.” A shiver rolls down your spine at his blank, emotionless tone, “There is nothing to miss.”

“Oh…” You murmur meekly, “I…I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t.” He states, “How could you?”

You figure only professors know this. Come to think of it, it suddenly makes sense why he stays for Christmas and spring break in the castle, and seems so displeased once summer rolls around. You used to believe that it is because he despises the heat. Tom always seemed happier when it was cold and raining, or so you noticed. But now you understand and feel sad for him, though you try not to show it, knowing that he would not appreciate your worry. He just shared such a delicate secret with you. You cannot ruin this moment with your unruly affection.

“I don’t miss my home, either.” You say gently.

“It’s because of your mother, isn’t it?” He inquires; again, his tone betrays only polite curiosity, as if he already knows the answer to his question. You nod.

“She is a…difficult woman.” You start, “But I do not blame her. I was a difficult child…I also don’t blame my father for not being there to stop her.” You glance out the window – fields of green are coated in a happy yellow colour; lacy bright wildflowers, “See he is the only alchemist in our town. We live quite far from it, and the trips back are long and tedious… We live in the woods in a small cottage surrounded by flowers and moss and fireflies at night…”

“Sounds idyllic.”

“It is merely a pretty font.”

The conversation lulls to a stop as both of you are lost in your own separate thoughts, until… “I’d like to visit it sometime.” He says, making your heart skip in delight. He smiles, “Meet your mother. Do the same thing she did to you.”

“You mean the same thing you do to me?”

You wonder why you do not hate him. Not feel a burning desire to escape, or even feel better. Perhaps it all starts and ends in that small cottage in the woods. Perhaps, this pain he inflicts, others inflict, you inflict upon yourself with those memories you repeat in your mind, are home. Perhaps you are simply used to fear and anguish and it would make you feel terrified if he were to act a different way. This pain is comforting, nothing new. Changes are a terribly scary thing, and you despise them. More than that, you could not hate him. Your heart betrays you. The way it beats for him and him only. The night he told you that he wants you to join him on his little quest…You were hurt and shocked but that all melted away the next morning. You had thought long and hard. You had weighted the possibilities and decided that his side was the only place for you to be, despite the circumstances, despite the pain. Yes, you do not hate him, quite the opposite in fact.

With a smile you turn away, not waiting for his answer, if there even was one, “What shall we do in Little Hangleton?”

“Find out the truth.”

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alicedoessurveys · 6 years ago

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PHONE What is the last game you played on your phone? toonblast

What kind of phone do you have? iPhone 7

Do you have it in a case? yup, blue marble case with matching pop socket cause im basic

Do you have a screen protector? nope

Who is the last person you messaged? my sister, telling her to go watch black mirror bandersnatch

What’s the last app you downloaded? I think it was trainline earlier this month when I had to start getting the train because the morning commute traffic was stressing me out too much Who is the first contact in your phone? Amadeus (Addison but his nickname is Amadeus) Do you give people personalized ringtones? no I cba with that What percentage is your phone battery? 14% Does your screen have any cracks? nope LOOKS What color is your hair? brown How tall are you? 5 ft 8 ish Are you happy with the way you look right now? no I got that post Christmas chub Describe your outfit: black sweatpants and an oversize black hoodie that says ‘smile’ in huge rainbow letters (in my comfy lazy clothes) What makeup products are you wearing, if any? none, lazy day What tattoos or piercings do you have? I have a tattoo behind my ear of 3 small music notes How would you describe your skin tone? pale af Are your nails painted? sparkly dark green What color eyes do you have? green What is your favorite physical feature about yourself? my eyes OUTSIDE Why were you last outside? because we had to take one of our foster kids to contact with his parents What’s the last outdoors concert you went to? fusion festival like 4 years ago Do you own a tent? yup, a small 4 person tent What’s the weather like today? shit Do you have distinctive seasons where you live? yeah pretty much. its cold in the winter and sometimes warm in the summer

What is your favorite kind of tree? dont really have a favourite tree Are you allergic to any plants? nope Did you play any outdoor sports in school? only the ones they made us do during pe class, like football, rounders and hockey When’s the last time you got rained on? today Do you go to parks frequently? walk the dogs couple of times a week FACEBOOK Do you have your full birth name on there? not my middle name Describe your profile picture: me in the woods looking up at a tree What’s the last notification you got? an invite to a theatre event Do you ever upload videos? yeah sometimes, of funny things that happen (normally mom dancing) How many friends do you have? 341 Who is the last person you added? someone from theatre Do you use Messenger a lot? yeah if someone messages me on there or if I need to message someone I dont have number of What is the last thing you posted/shared? that black mirror is incredible According to your Facebook memories, what did you post last year? idk something to do with christmas probably What groups are you in? theatre membership group and various cast groups of shows ive been involved in FOOD What’s the last thing you ate? chocolate and vanilla cheesecake How about drank? pepsi Do you have plans for dinner tonight? we had chicken and jacket potato and cheese Do you have any food allergies? milk, but I still drink it because I cant be tamed :’) Are you on a diet? no but I need to be What’s the last fast food place you went to? does Starbucks count? What foreign cuisines do you enjoy? italian What is your least favorite fruit? all of them expect apple and banana How many meals have you had today, so far? breakfast lunch and dinner

#survey #tag #long

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pinkhourvenus · 7 years ago

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thanks to my beloved bby @sofiafabulousphan for tagging me!! im finally doing this after procrastinating HAAHA ILY

Rules: if you do it, tag a few blogs that you adore.

What’s your favoUrite song to sing/hum? UlgO ShIpJi aNhAAAA

What is your favorite flower/tree/plant?

i’ve nvr paid much attention to plants cause as a kid i was quite good at science except the plants part.But there was one point when i actually searched up different flowers and the meaning of it cause i was interested in making clay necklaces based off the flowers as a gift to my friends lmao. call me mainstream but i think i like roses the best?Like all the different coloured ones symbolises different things and i personally find myself very interesting in a way that if my personality was written as a book it would be those huge ass dictionaries in libraries. I like trees a lot mainly because its really hot in mlysia therefore trees are there to be my shade. also!! trees that bear fruits (mango,rambutan’,papaya) except for durian trees HAHA

Favorite colour?black,light pink and red!

What do you always doodle (if you ever do doodle anything)?

eyes? i have a lot of artistic friends and they draw really well so they taught me how to draw an eye, i mostly write hangul tho for practice rather than doodle

How do you make your coffee/tea? (if you don’t like those: What is your favorite hot drink?)

i lovEee tea. Iced tea, hot tea,herbal tea, i really love it all :DD but my fav iced tea would be iced peach tea and as for hot tea i’ve been drinking this rose with french vanilla tea (fAnCY HAHA) cause my previous fav which was peppermint and honey finished *cries*. the way i make it is pretty universal, just dump the teabag in the cup then pour hot water over it lmao im lazy. I like coffee like lattes!! ice lattes are nice and i really like instant packet coffee (am i the only one HAHA)

Favorite candle scent? Vanilla tbh ikea used to sell the cookie scented ones which were my fav but they stopped selling it so oh well

Sunrise or sunset? sunset! im not a morning person lolol

What perfume do you wear (if you do)?

meagan got for me the same perfume that cheol used apparently and its called peach blossom from w.dressroom!! i really really like it not cause of cheol but the fact that i really love the smell of peaches though i’ve never smelled them before artificial scents are good enough to convince me HAHA

What’s your go to dance move when you’re alone?

i usually headbang most of the time HAHA

Favorite quote? live in the moment but don’t regret your actions in the future

Favorite self care thing(s) or routine(s)?

mmm i think i take care of myself by cooking whatever i want to eat. im not the type of person who can starve for the whole day unless im sick. i like feeding myself well so i cook a lot of good food for myself but sadly now my kitchen has been undergoing reno for the past month so i havent gotten a chance to cook lately. also by spoiling myself with whatever i would like to buy AHAHA and if i ever feel sad i would tell myself that i can cry about it but only for a short while cause yknow i gotta move on in life. im a pretty optimistic person and try to look on the bright side or try to make it up lmao i cant stand seeing myself being so sad after whatever shits i’ve been through though its nothing serious

12. Fuzzy socks or house slippers? bare feet HAHA

13. What colour are your eyes? brb gonna check.ok im back. its a realllly dark brown

14. What’s your favorite eye colour on others? whatever colour that suits them i guess. i dont really care lmao

15. Favorite season? Why?in a tropical country like malaysia we only have three seasons, one where its hot af and doesnt rain for like 6 days, two, where it rains every damn day and floods we could be part of the indian ocean, three, where its fucking hot in the morning and rains like no tmrrw in the evening istg if you’re visiting mlysia pls bring an umbrella with you at all times you never know when it’ll rain. i’ve only experienced winter and summer so far but i believe i’ll like spring a lot! its during my birth month and apparently its cold but quite warm as well? also spring clothing is so cute n i wanna try those special spring food!

16. Cheek, neck or nose kisses?

all i guess lmao i love physical affection

17. What does your happy place look like? a room which serves as a kitchen as well as my bedroom

18. Favorite breed of dog? GOLDEN RETRIEVERS,my neighbour has one and shes the sweetest little bub

19. Do you ever want to be married? If so what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?yep i would like to get married~~ ermm probs some warm yet light colours? rose gold would be nice!

20. Silk or lace? im fine with both

21. Favorite weather? rainy with no thunder and warm cloudy days~

Tagging; im not sure if yall did this yet but oh well @djstarzx @vermemesol @lynnalai yall are all i have ;-; ily

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bruh

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

well that would be dani and i would be very confused. “why was i naked?” i would ask. i have no reason to be naked around dani. or anyone, for that matter.

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

well i found out he was a trump supporter (rip) so i deleted him from everything. i still feel gross and its been almost 6 months.

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

honestly depends on the drug. weed? i dont care. shrooms/lsd/acid? id be a little iffy, but i ultimately wouldnt care. heroin/cocaine/opiods? id immediately try to help them get help.

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

ya its 7 lol

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

sober (unfortunately)

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

no? i dont think so

7. What does your last received text say?

“i like that color”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

idk we made out for like twenty minutes because i was too chicken to say “hey you were fun for ten minutes but id really rather be with my friends”

9. Where was your last kiss at?

some shitty halloween rave

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

i dont have a sister lol

11. What do you drink in the morning?

water

12. Where did you sleep last night?

in my bed? where else am i gonna sleep? the dumpster behind my dorm? a clown car?

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

yeah. its constant work, but it shouldnt be annoying work, you know? its work thats hard but you enjoy doing it

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

ya i wouldnt spend so much money lol

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

YES GET ME OUT OF THERE AWAY FROM TRUMP BOY

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

rainy!!!

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

nope

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

jeans

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

wish i fuckin knew. probably not.

20. Does anyone like you?

no i dont think so.

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

nope

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

fuck no

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

the boy i last kissed

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

i already have one lmao

25. In the past week have you cried?

yeah i cried in the airport because i had to call my mom because i didnt have enough money for the uber home and i was freaking the fuck out

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

i dont know! but he was littleand cute and i love him

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

out of the shower

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

no all the football players i knew in high school were gross, and my current school doesnt have a football team

29. Do you think you’re old?

im not 20 yet so no

30. Do you like text messaging?

yes! i love texting! it makes it so easy to talk to my friends back home and also its so much easier to put things into writing

31. What type of day are you having?

eh, its ok. i met with my schools career service center and we talked about what i have to do to get my dream job, and also an actual job.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

yeah, but i cant do piercings.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

WARM

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

my dad! even though he annoys me sometimes hes still my dad and i love him a lot

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

a fling. i dont have the time, money, or desire for an actual Relationship rn

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

id like to think simple, but i also know that my logic doesnt always make sense to other people, which can make me seem complicated so *shrug* idk

37. What song are you listening to?

im listening to the sabres/sharks broadcast sooooo

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

usually39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

dani, anishka, brooke40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

well he plays for the sabres and hes super cute and i love him hes softe. he doesnt know i exist because why would he but i lov him.41. When did you last receive a text message?

well since i wrote the beginning of this post i have received two (2) texts, the most recent of which was 3 minutes ago42. What is wrong with you right now?

I NEED MONEY. I HAVE $6 IN MY BANK ACCOUNT AND I HAVE $100 IN FRATERNITY DUES AT THE END OF THE MONTH.43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

dani is one of my best friends lol44. Does anyone disgust you?

myself, mostly. but like, ACTUAL disgust? anyone who is alt-right.45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

probably not46. Are you in a good mood right now?

relatively, yeah47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

my roommates48. What color shirt are you wearing?

its a black parade mcr shirt...................49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

yeah, that im poor lol50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

myself51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

yeah, i honestly hate him so much hahaha but yet were still facebook friends so

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

the buffalo sabres53. Do you like rain?

yes!!! i love rain so much!!! especially thunderstorms!!!! 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

no55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

all the time in high school. i knew they didnt like me back, so pair that with crippling shyness and nothing ever happened.56. Do you like to cuddle?

YES. CUDDLE ME.57. Are you shy?

GOD YES. i Cannot talk to new people. 58. Do you get along with girls?

i gotta. us women gotta stick together.59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

yeah dani and i dated for like almost 3 months lol 60. What do you carry with you at all times?

my phone. i always, always have my phone with me. 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

oh fuck yeah. i love ghosts gimme some ghost love. 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

eh. sure, lets say yeah. 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

nope, but i wanted one. and now i am Here, single, bitter. 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

OH MY GODDDDDD FOREHEAD KISSES KILL ME AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ALSO TEMPLE KISSES GOD I AM SO WEAK FOR THOSE65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

yeah, i surprised brooke and dani and they both screamed which was probably cute, but mostly made me warm inside.

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

uh 19/20, 18, and 16 (at the time)

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?

id do them myself lol i dont fucking care. 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?

...zebra?

69. Do you have any stickers on your car?

no but i want some70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?

lil wayne, i dont fuck my cousins.71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?

iphone bith!!!72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?

like two-ish weeks ago?73. Do you like diet soda?

yeah i like diet coke more than regular coke? idk it tastes better74. What color are the walls in your room?

here theyre an ugly beige, back home theyre sabres blue and gold (i was in seventh grade ok bye)75. Are you 16 or older?

ya im 19 now76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?

nope.77. Do you have a job?

not yet, but i applied for a ton! please send positive thoughts my way that i get one!!! 78. What are your initials?

MMR79. Did you ever have braces?

yeah, for two and a half years :/80. Are you from the south?

do i fuck my cousins?

81. What does your last status on facebook say?

my most recent activity was me sharing the article about harrison browne retiring, but my most recent original activity says “ED SHEERAN IS COMING TO BUFFALO THIS IS NOT A DRILL”82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?

nope. he re-followed me on twitter in november tho lol83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?

probably my mom, but it used to be the other way around.84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?

no but i wanted to so bad when i was younger!!!85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?

the lego batman movie lol86. Do you smoke?

nope. both of my parents smoked cigarettes and i dont fuck with that. as for weed (which i assume this is actually referring to), i smoked it once over the summer,but i dont really want to again? idk i just have no burning desire to get high.87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?

flip flops.88. Is your phone touch screen?

ya89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?

my hair is limp bitch90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?

yeah lol once i snuck out at 1 in the morning to go to noco and buy chocolate milk it was an Adventure91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?

pool. im not about to get some fucking parasite in my vagina, which would happen to me with my shitty luck.92. Have you ever made out in a car?

ye93. …Had sex in a car?

no, im a version94. Are you single or in a relationship?

single95. What were you doing last night at midnight?

what WAS i doing last night at midnight, thats actually a good question.96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?

uh new years. in person? fourth of july i think.97. Do you like the camera on your phone?

yeah. i mostly take my picture through snapchat so98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

I FUCKING WISH99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?

no but ive thrown up.............100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?

a few101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

bitch do i look like im stickin dicks in my hoo ha102. Name your favorite Kesha song:

her cover of true colors? iconic, show stopping, brilliant, amazing, never been done before103. Do you have any tan lines right now?

yes! its amazing bc that never happens104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?

FUCK. NO.

#mine #Anonymous

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circlecast · 5 years ago

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The Stories We are Living Out

We all have a story in our head. Yet we often have the wrong story. The story you tell is apart of whether or not you are going to succeed.

Now, these stories are yours. But are you telling your story in the right frame of light or are you perhaps living somebody else story? Doing this doesn’t serve you and often it doesn’t benefit you in any way.

What is meant by your story?

Your story is what are you telling yourself. It can also be the story others are saying about you. Others can have whatever story they want. The real story is your story,

Other people can have their own story about you.

Yes, people are going to have their own story about you. You cant change this and why should you?

What the story isn’t truthful? Ok, but how does their thought of you affect you. They may tell the boss their thoughts? Yeah, they may but the boss also has their own thoughts about you. Maybe some of their stories are true. What then? You work for your story. If the story isn’t correct their story will change on its own. If it doesn’t it really doesn’t matter it is their story.

Are you living someone else’s story?

Why would you live someone else’s story

Many times we live other people’s stories for many different reasons. Perhaps it’s a parent that wants you to go to college so that you can take over the family business. They may say that it is your birthright and you don’t want to upset your parents. Yet you love welding and the family business is office supplies. These two really don’t fit together that well.

There are many reasons to why you start living by someone else story. Many times it so that we don’t rock the boat. Then again it could be because you have been guilt-tripped into that story. So you give up your dream or aspirations of being a writer.

Yet living your own story is important. You need to have your own story.

Are you telling yourself the Right story?

Here is an example for you. When I was a kid I was the child of a rancher. And from time to time I was told to get up and go help with breaking up frozen stock tanks in the winter. The work was cold. It was made worse because I would have to dig the ice chunks out of the tank so that they didn’t freeze over again. In the spring I would be out in the rain looking for the weed that is shorting out the electric cattle fence. The summers were a combination of building miles of fence in 100° weather and grading roads in the wind.

That sounds pretty miserable, right?

Or I could tell the story of Many times I wanted to stay under the warm cover and sleep. Yet since I was helping my dad when he was needing it. I would get up and help him bust up the ice in stock tanks we would talk about random things and with my dad’s sense of humor, I was always laughing at something. I may be building the fence in summer but dad would be right there with sweat just pouring off of him. I remember applying sweat with hard work and would apply that to my work ethic as I got older.

When the season to work cattle came around I remember the whole family would get together and pitch in. I would get to see my cousins and we would goof around as we loaded the cattle into the “snake” so they could be given the needed medicine, tagged and branded. These were such good times.

See the difference one is a victim minded story of woe and the other is a story of relationships and learning. You have a choice in what light you are going to see your story.

To find your story, can take a while. Maybe you need to change your story. The good news is that you can. It is your choice as to you want to live your story or live your parent’s story. You have the choice you always have that choice. Remember that not choosing is a choice in itself.

So know that you are telling yourself a story and if you don’t like it then start making those waves.

Newest podcast episode to change your Mindset

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samosablog-blog · 7 years ago

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THE RETURN OF THE SAMOSABLOG

WE HAVE RETURNED AFTER A SHORT BREAK PURSUING OTHER PLATFORMS AND STARTING A JUGGLING CAREER AND INSTAGRAM. WE NOW JUGGLE PLEASE FOLLOW US ON INSTAGRAM FOR GOOD JUGGLING CONTENT www.instagram.com/us_juggles

BUT FEAR NOT FRIENDS WE HAVE STILL BEEN EATING LOADS OF SAMOSAS AND REVIEWING THEM IN OUR HEADS AND IN CONVERSATION AND REMEMBERING 20% OF THEM SO IF WE REVIEW THEM ALL RIGHT NOW IT’S PROBABLY GOING TO BE 20% ACCURATE BUT IT WILL STILL BE ENOUGH FOR YOU ALL TO THINK ABOUT THE SAMOSAS WE HAVE EATEN AND SEE IF THAT HELPS YOU IN YOUR QUEST FOR FINDING GOOD SAMOSAS ALSO.

SO HERE IT GOES ARE YOU READY FOR THIS WE ARE GONNA DIG DEEP INTO OUR DEEP FRIED TRIANGLE BRAINS TO PROVIDE YOU WITH TOP QUALITY REVIEWS WHERE DO WE BEGIN?

US HOLIDAYS

BACK IN JUNE WE WENT ON US HOLIDAYS TO BAVARIA AND AUSTRIA IT WAS BANGING. WE SAW MOUNTAINS AND BEER AND HAD LOADS OF VEGAN KEBAB, A BIT TOO MUCH THOUGH WE HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO EAT IT SINCE EVEN THOUGH WHAT THE PITTA JUST OPENED IN SHOREDITCH WE HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO GO THERE YET AFTER SUFFERING FROM A VEGAN DONER KEBAB THREE MONTH HANGOVER BUT ANYWAY IF YOU’RE INTO VEGAN DONNER GO TO WHAT THE PITTA IN SHOREDITCH BUT IF YOU’RE IN MUNICH GO TO ERBILS

IT WAS 32 DEGREES AND WE JUST LANDED IN AUSTRIA AFTER CATCHING A FLIXBUS AND SEEING MOUNTAINS ON THE WAY. WE FOUND A VEGAN CURRY PLACE CALLED SPICY SPICE THAT DID SAMOSAS AND WE THOUGHT YOU KNOW WHAT, ITS 32 DEGREES AND I WANT A CURRY. SO WE GOT A CURRY AND SAMOSAS.

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED EATING A BOILING HOT FRESHLY FRIED SAMOSA IN 32 DEGREE HEAT? WELL YOU’RE MISSING OUT IF YOU HAVEN’T. THE SAMOSAS WERE HOT AND CAME WITH A NICE SALAD WHICH WAS COOL, REFRESHING AND NEEDED YOU’LL BE SURPRISED TO HEAR. THEY ALSO CAME WITH AN EXCELLENT CHUTNEY.

WE CANT REMEMBER THE SPICE LEVELS THEY PROBABLY HAD CUMIN IN IT AND SOMETHING ELSE THAT WAS GOOD AND THEY WERE MASHY.

THE PLACE WAS NICE THE GUY GAVE US SOME COCONUT DESSERT THING FOR FREE AFTER, THEY WERE LIKE CASHEWY AND THE GUY MADE THEM FRESH IN THE BACK. IF YOURE EVER IN SALZBURG I RECOMMEND GOING HERE BUT WE THINK YOU SHOULD ONLY GO THERE IN PEAK SUMMER PREFERABLY 32 DEGREE HEAT TO GET THE FULL EXPERIENCE.

32DEGREE/10

US FESTIVALS

WE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A REALLY GREAT IDEA TO GO TO TWO FESTIVALS WITHIN TWO WEEKS OF EACH OTHER WITH VERY SMALL TIME FOR RECOVERY IN-BETWEEN BECAUSE WHY NOT EH. OUR FIRST FESTIVAL EXPERIENCE (AND EXPERIENCE OF THE YEAR) WAS SHAMBALA. THEY CALL IT ADVENTURES IN UTOPIA FOR A REASON. WE LEFT FEELING SPIRITUALLY AWAKENED AND SAMOSALY SATISFIED. SHAMBALA WENT MEAT FREE LAST YEAR SO WE FOUND OURSELVES INDULGING IN CLUB MEXICANA DEEP FRIED CHEEZE FRIES ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS. BTW CLUB MEXICANA ARE PROBABLY THE BEST VEGAN STREET FOOD STALL IN THE ENTIRE PLANET (http://www.clubmexicana.com/)

OUR FIRST SAMOSA EXPERIENCE CAME FROM THE REBEL SOUL TENT WHICH IS A GREAT RADICAL MUSIC & POLITICAL DISCUSSION TENT THAT HAS A CUTE LIL CAFE ON THE SIDE.

AFTER A LONG DAY WALKING IN THE SUN AND MAKING PHOTOGRAMS AND GOING TO DRUMMING WORKSHOPS AND JUST GENERALLY LIVING IN A DREAM WORLD WE THOUGHT WHAT BETTER WAY TO TOP OFF THIS ALMIGHTY FESTIVAL EXPERIENCE THAN INDULGING IN SOME ONE POUND SAMOSAS. AND WHAT A GREAT DECISION THAT WAS LET US TELL YOU WHY

YOU KNOW THOSE TYPES OF SAMOSAS THAT ARE REALLY HOMEMADE AND REALLY POTATOEY WELL THESE WERE THEM. ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC SAMOSAS THANK YOU REBEL SOUL

THERE’S ALSO A HOT AIR BALLOON IN THE BACKGROUND

100000/10 BECAUSE SHAMBLALALAL IS AMAZING

SHAMBALA VIDEO BLOG

FOR OUR NEXT POST WE ARE PROUD TO PRESENT TO YOU A SPECIAL EDITION LIMITED TIME ONLY BUY ONE GET ONE FREE SAMOSA VIDEO BLOG ALSO KNOWN AS SVLOG. SO SIT BACK RELAX GRAB THE POPCORN AND ENJOY THE RIDE P.S. PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS ADVISED POTENTIAL STRONG LANGUAGE FEATURED BUT CANT REMEMBER.

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BESTIVAL

WELL ITS QUITE CLEAR THAT BESTIVAL ORGANISERS READ OUR SAMOSA GATE POST LAST YEAR (http://samosablog.tumblr.com/post/151194507169/samosa-gate) AND RESPONDED ACCORDINGLY. AS YOU WILL ALL REMEMBER OUR LONG SEARCH AND MISERY WE WERE VERY PLEASED TO SEE A STALL SELLING SAMOSAS AT THIS YEAR’S BESTVAL AS SAMOSAS WERE ALWAYS ON OUR MIND. MAYBE IT SHARD TO GET SAMOSAS OVER IN THE ISLE OF WIGHT OR SOMETHING CAUSE THIS YEAR IT WAS IN DORSET AND THERE WAS SOME - COINCIDENCE I THINK NOT.

IT WAS COLD WET AND WINDY AND WE GOT SAMOSAS JUST AS IT STARTED RAINING SO THESE WERE A WARM WHOLESOME TREAT THAT GROUNDED US

THIS SAMOSA EXPERIENCE WAS CHUTNEY CITY AND CAME IN A BOAT. HMS BESTIVAL SAMOSA BOAT.

I’VE GOT THE BRAINS

YOU’VE GOT THE LOOKS

LETS EAT LOTS OF SAMOSAS.

THEY WERE A BIT GINGERY AS POINTED OUT BY OUR GOOD FRIEND BILLYBOBCUTIE. SHOUT OUT TO SAM KOFLER A LIFELONG SUPPORTER OF SAMOSABLOG AND FELLOW SAMOSA LOVER. WE RATED THEM ABOUT 6 BUT SAM AND JAMESS RECKONED 7 CAUSE OF THEIR UNIQUE FLAVOUR. SO WE SHOULD GO WITH A 6.5 CAUSE WE VALUE YOUR OPINIONS SAM AND JAMES PLEASE DO A SAMOSA TOUR OF SHEFFIELD AND GUEST BLOG FEATURE ALSO KNOWN AS GBLOG.

US ADVENTURES IN MILTOPIA

LANA RECENTLY MOVED HOUSE AND I TELL YOU WHAT IT WAS ABOUT BLOODY TIME. SHE NOW FINALLY LIVES IN AN ACTUAL HOUSE NOT A CONSERVATORY EXTENSION WITH DAMP AND HER MUM IS VERY GLAD OF IT SHOUT OUT CHRISTINE. AND EVEN BETTER SHE NOW LIVES WITHIN 0.5 MILE RADIUS OF SAMOSAS ON MILL ROAD ALSO KNOWN AS MILTOPIA. THE SAMOSAS WERE FROM AL AMIN STORES 100A-102 MILL ROAD CAMBRIDGE CB1 2BD WHICH IS NOT ONLY A CONVENIENCE STORE THAT SELLS EVERY GROCERY YOU WOULD EVER WANT BUT ALSO DOES HOT FOOD INC. SAMOSAS AND FALAFEL BUT THE SAMOSAS WERE BETTER AND IS ALSO A POST OFFICE SO YOU CAN ALSO POST FRESH SAMOSAS TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS IF YOU DONT EAT THEM ALL FIRST. IF ANYONE WANTS SOME SAMOSAS POSTING TO THEM PLEASE SEND A PREPAID ENVELOPE WITH YOUR ADDRESS AND WE WILL SEND THEM. PLEASE NOTE THAT PARCELS ABOVE 1 KG ARE SUBJECT TO EXTRA CHARGES.

THE SAMOSAS WERE 3 FOR £1.50 WE THINK WE CANT QUITE REMEMBER BUT WE ONLY GOT TWO BECAUSE WE WERE HAVING TEA SOON BUT WHEN WE TRIED OUR FIRST BITE WE REALISED THAT MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE GOT THREE AFTER ALL. THE SAMOSAS WERE QUITE GREASY BUT NOT BAD GREASY AND THEY WERE PRETTY SPICY AS SAMOSAS GO WHICH WAS GOOD BECAUSE WE REALLY LIKE SPICE. WE ALSO ATE THEM IN THE LOVELY BACKDROP OF THE RAILWAY BRIDGE WHICH HAS COOL ART AND ADDED TO THE EXPERIENCE. CONVENIENT LOCATION AND WOULD DEFINITELY GO BACK EVERY DAY ON THE WAY HOME FROM WORK

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