#would my kidney without a second thought just to have this

[im-mentally-00-stable69]

It would be heaven if I have this in my garden— deadass you wouldn't catch me missing a day of " worshiping this ethereal being " would dedicate my life to just gaze at this perfect piece of art🛐

[heartfullofleeches]

Oblivious healer entity reader that finds joy and endless happiness every day living in a town that's basically hell on earth for its human residents

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To live in this place is to know true suffering. Life is meaningless, flesh is expendable. Few bother to make friends with their neighbors or check in relatives as tomorrow is never a guarantee. Creatures from the unknown, unexplainable disappearances, those who lost themselves and craved the same violence thrust unto them, false prophets. Those who attempted to flee often faced the worse kinds of punishment. There was truly no end to their torment.

Dazed and on the verge of collapsing, a new arrival in town found itself roaming the near empty shelves of a convenience store in ruin. Glass stabbed at its outer layer flesh, reflecting the strange clawing sensation in the lower regions of its stomach. It would later learn these feelings to be the pains of hunger, one it was not as fond of as others. The newcomer had learned so much in such a short time residing in this new town and body. It wanted to learn more - like what would happen if it stuffed those odd, brightly colored shapes into the singular hole it called a mouth. They were sweet, they were sour, they were savory- flavors and descriptions foreign til taught by those who cared for it later on.

The newcomer comes across the owner of the store laying motionless behind the counter. The syrup surrounding them is not as sweet as what it sampled from bottles in the cold storage spaces. Poking at the owner garners no response. It's then that the newcomer realizes their faults. It hadn't offered currency before eating like it'd seen others do. It didn't have those papers or coins or even those rectangular bits of plastic. It deciding the next best thing to give as payment was to fix that large hole in their face. None of the humans it came across before had one of those, so it must need fixing.

The store owner finally responded to its questions once it had repaired the hole. If the newcomer had anyway to describe the process it was like playing with clay. The store owner only answered in screams of terror until the newcomer was able to calm them enough to tell them how they had fixed them - and eaten the rest of their stock. They weren't upset by that second thought as the newcomer had thought, and even gave them a supply of their favorite treat before calling the police.

The newcomer wondered if it helped more people it would get more treats or be invited to come back anytime as the store owner had generously offered. It was having so much fun in this new form. Its powered had been limited, but the feel of warm sunlight on their skin was worth the loss. It couldn't understand why everyone around it was so unhappy when they get to wake up everyday and welcome the morning sun. It wants to fix people, it wants them to be happy. Many reject them for fear of the unknown, but those who accept cling onto them like a lifeline. Without the newcomer around they are plunged in darkness as it has become the source of light for them it speaks so highly of. The newcomer is oblivious to their devotion as it reads books about the new world and takes light of its tragedies as it takes glee I'm all its pleasures.

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Yan: Let me get this straight - you just repaired my kidneys and all you want is a hamburger?

Entity Reader: .... Two?

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Yan: There is no point in waking anymore. When I'm asleep i hear the crying of my dead mother. When I'm waking she's standing over my bed. I can't think, I can't breathe. Make it stop, make it stop- There is no reason to keep existing- I should just let my cannibal neighbor eat me

Entity Reader: ...They gave me eleven nuggets instead of ten. I am very happy right now. Want the extra? :D

Yan: ..I have never been more mentally stable than I am in this current moment, if you leave me I will die.

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[Entity Reader walks in on a friend about to be sawed in half by a masked maniac. The two share a glance before Reader throws their arms up]

Entity Reader: Frankie!! :D

[The machine rips the saw out of their victim's abdomen and rushes reader - hugging them and spinning them around as the victim fights to keep their intensities in their body]

[possiblystancest]

eyes dart around… can we get some brattaming ford omo perhaps… i think he needs to be humbled :3c

Humbling old stuck-up men is my SPECIALTY

It's definitely one of Stan's last straws with Ford. This last straw has been going on for the last 50 straws, but that's besides the point-

Getting his latest creature to join the Mystery Shack mocked and criticized by Ford- listen Stan knows that a mega-jacklope wouldn't have a horn made of tinfoil, nor would it have a voice box telling tourists to buy the merchandise but hey, creative liberties!

"It's always about how 'Oh Stanley that's not what that creature looks like', why's it never 'Oh Sixer, the historical accuracy of Sturly Stembleburgiss' outfit doesn't matter, it's about the PLOT' huh?"

"Maybe it's because I don't watch such ridiculous shows!"

Stan rolls his eyes. There's that attitude Stan remembers from when they'd get into spats over station to watch, never really left him even after all these years.

That's when an idea pops into Stan's mind-

"Tell ya what. I'll let you have free rein on revamping the shop," he says, loosely gesturing around the room, "if and only if you actually watch the trilogy."

Ford pitches the bridge of his nose, "If it means I get to get rid of these lackluster abominations. Then I accept this deal."

In the moment, Ford sees it as something wildly simple- the only challenge would be staying awake during those monologs with those awful accents.

Little did he know what Stan had up his sleeves~

Aka: movie night, but Stan spikes Ford's drinks with water pills or something else that is a diuretic.

Honestly, it was simple for Stan. Ain't the first time he's crushed pills and slipped them in a drink- just gotta make sure there's enough stirring and flavour to combat the grit of the pills.

Ford is none the wiser to Stan's plan- not even raising a brow when Stan gladly refills his drink. It's not until halfway through the second film that it hit him. That knawing sensation of his bladder steadily filling with what his kidneys had rapidly filtered out-

He shifts, attempting to find a position that allows him temporary relief. Any time that he tries to excuse himself, Stan rests his hand firmly on his shoulder, saying that he's going to miss an important part- lord it seemed like there sure were a lot of important scenes.

Ford doesn't quite know how Stan did it, but he somehow convinced him to sit on his lap. Now, he was unable to squirm without basically grinding against Stan. He chews on the inside of his cheeks, long since stopping from concentrating on the tv.

As had Stan- all his attention is on Ford. Feeling every twitch and shift of his brother's body as he tries to subtly hold it in. It's cute, honestly, seeing his arrogant brother being reduced to such childish means of holding it in. Perhaps now it was time to up the game-

Stan promises Ford he'll let him get up if he can answer some questions right about the show-

Ofc, Ford had stopped watching long ago, so he fumbles out answers that he can only weakly assume were right.

Stan smirks, one hand slowly rolling over Ford's lower abdomen. Each wrong answer has his palm pressing against the over filled bladder.

"Hmm, guess the genius doesn't know it all, huh?" Stan's voice coated in faux sympathy as he drinks in the pathetic hitches and whines coming from Ford.

"S-Stanley, you have to let me get up I-"

"You'll what? Dunno, Sixer, sounding like you aren't up the task. Thought you were just oh so smart. Guess my shows aren't as 'mind numbingly stupid' as you tell me," Stan says, his other hand gripping Ford's inner thigh, slinking closer and closer to his crotch.

Ford is clinging to the last straws of strength in keeping his bladder from releasing. He can't think straight, oh god, he can't. His hips roll against Stan's hand, by any means to hold it in - he doesn't care how pathetic he is right now.

Finally malleable, putty in his brother's hands.

"Mmm, ya know, maybe I'll let you go. If," Stan pauses to see the blown pupils his Ford when relief is dangled infront of him, "If you admit how I'm running the Shack is good."

Ford's frantic now, bouncing on Stan's lap, his cock straining to keep the dripples of piss inside. Anything for relief.

"Y-yes! How you're running that mess is- ack!"

His sentence is cut short from a firm press into his lower abdomen.

"Ah, ah, ah, now that doesn't sound all that sincere, Sixer. Let's try that again, yeah?" Stan says, his fingers now lazily dancing over his brother's extended abdomen.

Ford practically cries out as he feels a jet of hot urine streams out of him.

"O-okay! I'm, I'm sorry for ridiculing the Shack! You're running it just fine. S-Stanley pl-please I'm gonna-"

Stan smiles, and quickly, he moves his hand to the back of Ford's neck. Pulling him in close. No chance for Ford to escape.

"Good boy."

There's a strangled sob that leaves Ford's lips as his bladder finally gives in. Urine saturating his and Stan's lap. A thin bead of drool connecting Ford's parted lips as he gasp for staggered breath while pissing himself.

"That'a boy, wasn't that hard was it?" Stan says aftef a few minutes. Rubbing the back of Ford's shuddering shoulders.

Ford mumbles something incoherent as he presses his face in the nape of Stan's neck. His body slowly coming down from its euphoric relief.

"Stanley, the chair," Ford finally says.

Stan shrugs, "Eh, she's seen worst."

"You're disgusting."

"Says the genius covered in his own piss. Maybe I'll let you stay here for the rest of the night to fix the rest if that attitude."

Ford just burries his burning face further into Stan's neck.

"I'll be good."

Stan just chuckles, rubbing circles in Ford's back.

"I know you'll be, I know."

[alicerosejensen]

All pets go to heaven

Warning: mention of pet deaths; hurt/comfort; angst; dad!Leon.

Synopsis: This is a tragedy in Leon's family. It was inevitable, but it broke one small child's heart.

A/n: I am writing this because my beloved cat who lived with me for 17 years died. It is a great pain to lose pets who have become part of the family, and even knowing that this is inevitable, the pain will not become less. Although I am already an adult, this is the first time I have encountered this pain. I'm just trying to distract myself a little bit and, as always, find solace in writing while my heart heals.

Everyone who has pets - love them because their lives are so short compared to ours. We are their whole life, and they are only a part of it for us.

Losing is always hard. Returning home after a difficult mission that somehow miraculously passed without unnecessary sacrifices, Leon hoped to return to the calm atmosphere of his house where you and your baby girl were waiting for him, whom he had just bought gifts. Some sweets, soft toys, besides, as he drove up to the house, he was thinking about a family outing somewhere to an amusement park and then drop into some cafe and eat ice cream. It would be a great therapy for him and a good opportunity to make up for lost time with his family.

He has already written to you about his imminent return, but did not expect that when he entered the house, he would feel some unusual emptiness. Something that was not as usual when he returned.

You immediately left the kitchen holding a glass of water in your hands when you heard the bang of the front door, which caused a slight smile to blossom on your sad face.

"Leon!" you shouted, putting the glass on the frame that he was home with you again. "You're back! Why didn't you call? I would have prepared something special for dinner."

Leon frowned into your eyes. It's like you've been crying recently. He put the bag on the frame next to the keys, hugged you to him, put his head on top of your head, feeling you relax in his arms.

"I texted you on your phone, wanted to surprise D/N, bought something for her and for you. By the way, where is she? And what happened to your eyes? Did something happen while I was gone?

You nodded softly, freeing yourself from the ring of his arms, and looked up at the second floor, which only made Leon tense, making him nervous.

"Let's go to the kitchen, I'll warm up your lunch" you took Leon's hand hoping that he would immediately follow you and not do everything his own way "And tell you everything. D/N fell asleep in her room recently. I'm sorry, I've hardly picked up the phone lately."

And yet, going into the kitchen, Leon could not help but feel the oppressive atmosphere involuntarily returning him to the distant past where he also sat at the table with an excess of alcohol before the next call from his superiors, waiting for him to be sent on a new mission. The feeling he hoped would never come back. You were sluggishly putting the leftovers of yesterday's lunch on a plate, putting it in the microwave to heat up the food, while Leon was behind you looking at the corner where there were always cat bowls with food and water for Oliver...

It's so strange that the darling of the whole family didn't come out to meet him, as it always was, and now his bowls are gone, but the first thought was that you just decided to wash them and just haven't put them in place yet, and Oliver sleeps on the couch in the living room or in the D/N room, lately because of age He slept a lot.

"The furry fighter sleeps with D/N" joked Leon, sinking into a chair and taking the fork in his hand that you put in front of him.

You shook your head negatively.

"You know, a few days after you left, he got really bad." you began to explain after a heavy sigh, "He was already old by cat standards, at first he began to eat less, then he stopped altogether. He drank only one water, the vet said his kidneys were failing. I decided not to torture him, after all, no matter how painful it was for me to say goodbye to him, I didn't want Oliver to suffer in the last few days, but he quietly died his own death. It makes me feel a little calmer, but D/N... Our girl has been crying for three days."

Leon felt like he had lost all his words. That's why he never got animals, probably because he knew that sooner or later he would have to say goodbye to the one he became attached to, but he met you when you took Oliver as a kitten, and therefore the "furry fighter" as Leon himself called him when they first met, one day also became part of his family along with you. A slightly naughty cat, spoiled, loving to beg for food, when someone just went to the kitchen, often gnawing wires, which is why they had to be hidden. And yet Oliver was part of this family, and D/N love him with all her heart, how could his little girl now know that her beloved furry friend will never come to her again and she will not be able to pet him? Inside Leon everything sank from this thought that his heart demanded to come to his little girl and comfort her.

His appetite immediately disappeared.

"Of course he was old, but it seemed to me that he still had enough strength. He wasn't that bad before I left."

"Yeah," you agreed, placing a plate in front of him.

"He sometimes lost his appetite, but I probably noticed the symptoms too late, although the doctor said that cats often have kidney problems. D/N is the hardest hit. I carefully prepared her for this moment, but three days ago in the morning when she woke up to pet Oliver, he simply did not react - he died peacefully in his sleep. D/N now does not want to do anything, cries all day long and hardly eats."

"I'll go to her," Leon said, getting up from the table without touching his food.

"Leon," you called out to him quietly, causing him to turn around to look at you. "Maybe you can do better than me, to be honest, I haven't been able to find the right words for her in the last three days."

"This... this is not easy for her. She has been with him since birth, but we will succeed, we just need to help her get through this together."

Those were good words. You probably needed them yourself, considering you were the one who picked up Oliver as a kitten, but it's never easy to survive someone else's death, especially someone you loved and cared for for years. While comforting your child, you comfort yourself with the thought that Oliver had lived a good, long cat life. No one had ever hurt him, he lived in warmth, care, and satiety. It was just that his life inevitably came to an end, no matter how much it broke your heart.

Leon paused for a few seconds in front of the door as he climbed the stairs. He often comforted Jane when she was injured or upset about something, but death... It was incredibly difficult for a child to face something like that, especially when his girl loved all animals so much. Leon quietly opened the door and immediately heard sobs that involuntarily made him feel guilty.

Of course he should have been there for her during this difficult period, but he wasn't there, and you alone weren't enough. D/N cries quietly, turning away to the window, hugging a soft toy, not even hearing the steps behind her, immersed only in her grief. Before, she would have jumped out of bed and run to her father, spreading her arms for a hug, and then would have hung on his neck for a long time, begging him to play with her until late in the evening, but now...

"Sunshine, daddy is here"

Leon whispered, sitting down next to her on the bed and putting his hand on her shoulder.

There was another sob. D/N didn't even turn around when she heard his voice, but she definitely realized that her father had returned. How could he blame her? In general, Leon often found himself thinking that it was in his nature to forgive everything to those he loved, especially if it was his own blood. It was more difficult than scraped knees or broken favorite toys. This is the realization to a little girl that her furry friend is gone forever.

She continued to squeeze the toy, sobbing, burying her nose in the pillow. Even when Leon bent down to turn on the night lamp.

"Oliver is gone," she lisped, sniffing loudly, "Mom said he's in a better place now, but I want him back.

"I know, sweetie, I know. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there at that moment." Leon bent down to her, brushing her hair from her face, still gently stroking her back, hoping to ease those tears a little, but it seemed terrible. This is not a situation where you could turn everything into a joke or make her pay attention to something else.

Father's mind rightly told him only that it was necessary for Jane to survive this. That sometimes those we love inevitably leave. An experience that no one wants to go through on their own skin, and Leon himself never wanted such suffering for his daughter.

Leon spoke again only when the children's sobs subsided under his caring hand.

"We all loved him very much, even when he was doing his cat chores past the tray or gnawing on the wires," he smiled, feeling that D/N had done the same, even if she wasn't looking at him. "But unfortunately, the life of animals is much shorter than that of humans. And yet, despite this, I'm sure he was a happy cat. Has anyone offended him?"

She took a deep breath, wiping tears from her cheeks with her palm, finally looking at her father with tear-stained eyes and quietly shook her head in denial.

"N-no" the stuffed toy was back in her hands "But you used to swear at him sometimes"

"Well, sometimes Oliver behaved badly, I mean that some animals are much less lucky. I've never been mad at him for a long time, even when you were very young. You were just born then and you were lying in your crib when Oliver scratched you because you cried."

Leon shrugged, remembering the past, smiling involuntarily.

D/N frowned, scratching her swollen face, clearly not believing Leon's words.

"He didn't hurt me. We always played and he slept next to me."

"It was the only time. I think you were just something new to him and he was scared of loud noises."

These words brought a short smile to her face, which couldn't help but please Leon. He settled down more comfortably next to her, pressing D/N to his shoulder, watching as she gradually began to calm down.

With a heavy sigh, a new stream of tears nevertheless gushed from her eyes after several minutes of silence. "I miss him".

"Shh, I know it's hard. It's really hard but it happened. His life is over and Mom didn't lie to you - Oliver really is in a better place now."

Leon held her small body close to him, letting her cry and cry. His strong embrace protected, but hardly comforted. Even when you came into the room, hearing another cry, this sight of your daughter's tears tore you apart. An endlessly long stage of denial of grief and a childish selfish desire for a beloved cat to come back to life no matter what. You wanted this too, but no one has such power.

You sat down on the other side of the bed so that D/N was in the middle of the two of you, however, it seemed that she did not notice your presence, but you still gently stroked her hair, looking into Leon's eyes, feeling helpless.

Until Leon took her on his lap and kissed the top of her head, ignoring the fact that his shirt and sleeve were now covered in saliva and snot. However, he is a father and this is not the worst thing he could get dirty in.

"Baby, listen to Daddy for a minute," Leon brushed the hair from her tear-stained face, forcing her to look at him, "Do you remember when we watched the cartoon 'all dogs go to heaven'? "

D/N nodded, clutching his arm. You were just reaching for the bedside table for paper handkerchiefs, taking out a couple of them, wiping her face while Leon was talking:

"Of course, the cartoon was about dogs, but it wasn't entirely true. In fact, not only dogs get to heaven, but also cats, birds, hamsters, guinea pigs, it doesn't matter, all pets. And our Oliver is there now too."

"So he's just like Charlie now?" Her voice was hoarse from crying.

Leon nodded, hugging her to him. "Yeah, our Oliver is in the best place now, just like Charlie."

"Can't he wind up the clock too and stay with us a little longer? "

You cast a brief glance at Leon, either rejoicing at the brief glimmer of calm, or on the contrary disapproving of using the plot of an old cartoon as a consolation. On the other hand, what's wrong with a child believing that a pet has gone to heaven after death? At least it would help her start accepting death, because despite still young age, you didn't want to deceive her by coming up with excuses just to hide the painful truth.

It didn't seem like a good idea. So you reached out to D/N, joining the conversation without abandoning your husband in trouble:

"Sweetie, alas, but no. Oliver can no longer come back to us, but he knows that we love him and miss him. And he loves us too."

"Besides," Leon chimed in, "if you remember, no one had the right to wind that clock."

There was that deafening silence again, broken only by sighs and sniffing. Neither you nor Leon dared to speak again while Jane sat quietly on his lap with her eyes downcast, thinking about something of her own. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. After all, this cannot even be considered as such a deception, just a way to cope with the loss.

Cautiously glancing at his wristwatch, Leon saw what time it was and realized that Jane usually falls asleep at this time, but leaving her alone at such a moment... After kissing her on the forehead, Leon easily lifted her into his arms, feeling her arms around his neck as he carried her to your shared bedroom. You didn't even have time to understand anything, just watching with wide eyes as he nods at you in the direction of the door.

"We're not going to cry anymore, are we?" he asked D/N, and although she wiped her cheeks, she still shrugged her shoulders from ignorance, "I bought us all ice cream, so now we're going to wash our faces with you, and then mom will bring us a bucket of ice cream and the three of us will eat and watch cartoon, how do you like this plan?"

Finally she smiled nodding her head in agreement. How could you object? While they were washing in the bathroom, you straightened the bed, took a pillow and a blanket from the nursery and put them in the middle of the bed, then went downstairs, took them out of the freezer, not forgetting the spoons. By the time you returned to the room, Leon and D/N had already selected a cartoon, launched it for viewing and were waiting only for you.

laying down next to her side of the bed, dimming the light, you could see Jane was tired, but she still ate ice cream for a while, after which she settled comfortably under Leon's armpit, falling asleep pretty quickly without watching the cartoon. At least you can all get some sleep.

"So all pets go to heaven?" You asked quietly as you got into bed and watched Leon carefully place Jane's head on the pillow so that he could take a bath and go to bed himself.

He just sighed, grabbing a towel and a set of clothes from the closet, turning to you, speaking in a whisper so as not to wake the child.

"So be it. In the end, despite all the cat's antics, I also want to believe that this cat is now somewhere where he is good." He bent down to leave a short kiss on your lips.

"You don't believe it," you said, stopping him in the aisle, forcing him to turn around and look at you again. "Allright, the main thing is that it worked and she was able to calm down a little."

Leon looked at you sadly as you put the empty bucket on the bedside table lying down next to D/N. After all, it was difficult for you too, but crying in front of a child was unacceptable. However, he knew that you were the one who sheltered Oliver, which is why his death hurt you no less, if not more.

"It doesn't matter what I believe, with my job it's hard to believe in something like that, but now I really want to think that all pets go to heaven. And not only them..."

Fair or not, you both lay in bed for a long time without falling asleep, listening to your daughter's childish snores. After the shower, Leon held your hand for a long time in silence, realizing that it was not only Jane who really needed comfort, but you too.

All pets go to heaven... falling asleep you also wanted to believe that your Oliver is now in a place where he will never feel bad or that perhaps he will really come back again in the form of another cat.

[the-laughing-lunatic]

headcannons for spy, medic, scout, and sniper, with a transmasc S/O?

(Hell yea man, trans guy myself so this is right up my alley B) Thx for requesting! :D)

Spy, Medic, Scout and Sniper w/ a trans masc S/O!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Spy☆

He took up drag both femme + masc in his younger years to help his disguises, so he’ll help you look more masculine 

“Mon chéri, you really must stop using gauze to bind, it is not doing your chest or yourself any favors. If you don’t have a proper binder you can use pantyhose, you know.”

He’d take you to help you get a tailored suit and put on a tie if you were never taught as a child

When you get the horrors (dysphoria and or period ) he’ll stay with you to help you in his smoking room

“Darling, will you please stop grabbing my knife so you’ll respawn without your period? It’s not gonna work, you’ve tried it before.”

“Ugh, fine. …can I pretty please get a kiss then?”

“...You’re not getting the cyanide in my teeth either.”

“Come on!”

☆Medic☆

He’s pretty well versed in this kind of thing, as an ex-doctor who isn’t bound by the law at all he’s definitely performed gender-affirming surgeries in secret in the past (for the price of a few unnecessary organs or course)

He’d offer to do your top + bottom surgery for the boyfriend discount of not stealing any of your body parts

He’s completely fine if you don’t want that though 

“It doesn’t matter what you have in your pants, schatz, what matters is that you have a man’s heart.”

“Aw, Ludwig—”

“And a man's kidney, lungs, ohoho! And an especially manly appendix.”

(it’s medic he’s gonna be a little silly)

The second you mention you’re on your period he immediately gets so much stuff for you, painkillers, a hot water bottle, blankets and snacks for you

Will pamper the hell out of you

If you’re getting hit with dysphoria he’ll reassure you

“I just- I just don’t feel like a man right now.”

“You? Not a man? Nonsense! If you weren’t a man, I wouldn’t be dating you, now would I?”

“I know, but-”

“But nothing, you are sehr männlich, and my mein Freund, those silly thoughts won’t change that.”

☆Scout☆

You’re gonna need to help him out a little bit

“So like– you’re a guy right? But you got a girl’s body or whatever, so is this gay or not?”

“It’s gay, Jeremy.”

“Okay, okay, just double-checkin’.”

If you’re on your period he tries to help in the main way he does with you: cuddles

He’d wrap his arms around your waist from behind and hold you and the hot water bottle pressed to your stomach close to him

Kisses your neck and just rambles about how handsome you are

“You’re a real hot guy, y’know that, prince? Jus’ makes you even stronger that you go through all this shit.”

“Shut up.”

“You picked the wrong guy to date if you wanted someone who could shut up, hotcakes. You’re stayin’ here and hearing about how handsome you are for a while.”

☆Sniper☆

Bro does not give a shit imma be real

“Mate, I couldn’t care less whether or not you’re a gal, a bloke, or a bloody alien. You’re sweet, and ya make me smile.”

Def relates to you with not fitting in with the other kids in childhood

If you’ve had top surgery y’all are chest scar bfs

When you get dysphoric he’ll get you two to do stuff to distract you

[quick, instantaneous, sudden] camping trips, hunting, hiking, or even trying to shoot at the blu base for funsies

Can’t be dysphoric when you’re running for your life, right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

hey! so i hope this isn’t too creepy/nosey, but im a medical student and i was reading your possible fibromyalgia post and have a couple ideas lol. full important disclaimer that im only partly into my studies and im currently in the hypochondriac phase and also your summary was amazing but a real doc would ask way more questions, so please consult with an actual doc and take everything i say with a grain of salt! but like your symptoms aren’t nothing so i would def encourage finding a doc that you trust to do a proper exam and run some tests. also im operating under the assumption that you’re under 50 lol, bc if you’re over 50ish that’s a whole diff list of possible diagnoses.

so the thirst thing you’re talking about is often called polydipsia and is commonly associated with diabetes insipidus. that’s not the normal diabetes you think about, but happens when your body can’t regulate fluids in your body properly. id think of this if you’re also peeing a lot lol. your doc would have to do some kidney tests for that, which wouldn’t be part of the blood panel you mentioned. i’m a little skeptical that it’s hypokalemia bc that would’ve showed up on your blood test results. it could be transient electrolyte imbalances when you exercise so have one of those electrolyte packets when you exercise lol, bc it never hurts to try the easy solutions first, but chronic low potassium should’ve shown up? tho eating sweet potatoes has never hurt.

other things it could be is a lower motor neuron problem bc you mentioned twitches and muscle weakness which is typical for those. i def can’t say more without tests, but look into/get your doc to look into myasthenia gravis or LEMS and see if either of those fit. i think it’s possible bc these often also start with face/upper body symptoms, but would need way more questions/tests to know. it’s unlikely but could also be a glycogen storage disease called McArdle disease bc you describe a second wind thing when you exercise along with exercise intolerance. that’s super rare tho so it’s unlikely unless someone in your family has it/has similar symptoms.

also look into autoimmune stuff like rheumatoid arthritis, lupus, and sjögrens disease. i have way less useful info on that bc we haven’t gotten to it in class yet lol, but sjögrens looks promising bc you often get dry mouth with it, and it often goes along with rheumatoid arthritis which could explain the joint stuff possibly.

it’s also totally possible this is fibromyalgia, but i would be cautious diagnosing it bc it often comes with fatigue and cognitive stuff which you didn’t mention. it’s also more of a pain thing, and doesn’t include your twitches/dry mouth. it’s def possible, and it was def something i thought of when i saw your symptoms, but personally i would want to rule out other stuff first bc fibromyalgia is pretty vague and often a diagnosis of exclusion when other things don’t fit.

sorry for overwhelming you!! i just saw your post and was like hmmm those symptoms sound like Something. again take my advice with a big grain of salt, but i do really think it’s worth asking your doc about it and getting tests done, bc even if there aren’t cures there are def treatments to help with a bunch of this stuff. it doesn’t sound urgent, but at least from your post your symptoms don’t sound like run of the mill aches and pains. hope you figure stuff out!!

The problem with 'muscles don't work right ouchy and I am also tired' is that it's a symptom for Absolutely Everything That Can Be Wrong With The Body. Is it cancer? Is it a terrible diet and sleep schedule? Who knows!

The doctor ran a diabetes test with the blood panel and it came up negative, but I don't know if that checks for weird kinds of diabetes. (Diabetes does not run in my family until we get very old.) That test was memorable because I have stupid fragile veins that freak out and collapse at the mere sight of a needle so I had to get stabbed nine times, they didn't manage to get the middle reading at all, and in the end they resorted to just stabbing my thumb with one of those diabetes home blood test thingies and manually squeezing my blood out into a tube drop by drop.

I looked up polydipsia and I don't think I have that. I think I just prefer my mouth to be wetter than my salival glands want it to be. 🤷‍♀️I think most of my problems are probably not related to any rare chronic disease, but just run-of-the-mill autism making it hard to look after myself or properly notice and process my physical condition and adapt accordingly. I don't eat enough fresh foods because it's hard to plan with the very short timeframe to prepare and eat them in. I'm uncoordinated and damage my body a lot through overwork or using muscles incorrectly because autism makes it hard to keep track of those things. My mouth feels dry and my skin feels itchy and my muscles feel sore because that's what being autistic feels like. My sleep schedule is garbage because my executive function is garbage and even once I do manage to get myself into the bed I can't just "go to sleep", I pass out when I'm ready to pass out.

I'm not saying it's impossible for anything else to be going on, but I think the known factor is the simplest explanation here. It's 2:30pm and I've been putting off breakfast for five hours. Every time I go into the kitchen I get distracted by housework instead. I am very hungry. This is not behaviour that is conducive to a well-functioning body.

[macabr3-barbi3]

God, That's Good!

Chapter 9: Mea Culpa

Charlie overhears Adam having his very own original idea that he didn't get from someone else.

Tags: Sera Remains the Worst™️, Adam is Also Gross, Charlie pining

literally every person that has liked and shared this story has my whole heart (but especially @fraugwinska and @minkdelovely you guys get a kidney each as well)

I hope this chapter makes it suuuper obvious the beef that I have with the OG Sweeney timeline for Anthony and Johanna planning to get married after 3 days!!!!!! Girl you don't know him!!!!

Act 1:  Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9 🥧 Chapter 10 🥧 Chapter 11

Charlie is still second guessing her decision to slip the key to her home to Vaggie the night prior. She knew how against her association with the sailor Adam and Sera were- it hadn’t stopped her yet from learning from the woman, befriending her. Their talks when Vaggie came to the alley late at night were some of her favorite moments in recent memory, only improved when Angel found time to get away and join them. There was still some friction between the two of them, with Angel constantly making inappropriate jokes that made Vaggie and Charlie both blush, but it wasn’t uncomfortable when all three of them were there.

She could admit she was a little more fond of the time she got to spend alone with Vaggie. She had so many tales about the world, the places that she had seen about the Bountiful, the people she had met and things she had done. They had yet to broach the topic of her missing eye, but Charlie could be patient for that story. She was starting to feel like she would wait for anything if Vaggie was involved, which was why she had snuck the key into her hand- she felt drawn to her in a way that she didn’t with Angel, almost romantically so, and she felt that she needed an opportunity to get closer to get and examine the feeling a little more intensely. 

How would it feel to stand before her without the wall in the way? To reach across the space between them and cup her soft cheek, brush her thumb reverently along Vaggie’s cheekbones and the bottom of her eye patch? To let one of her strong arms wrap around the small of Charlie’s back and pull her closer, using a slender finger to push back a strand of hair like she had seen young lovers do on the streets or in church?

Charlie wasn’t brave enough to act on her thoughts with the wall in the way- if Vaggie didn’t like it she would pull away, and then how could Charlie apologize or explain herself if she couldn’t follow her? She flushes at her own thoughts, at the idea that she would follow Vaggie nearly anywhere. She hopes giving her the key was the right move, and not a foolhardy mistake; if Adam and Sera ever found out she was sure that she would be sent away from home, or else immediately married to one of the boring men from the church community for her strange thoughts.

And speaking of her guardians- Charlie hears the click of the door downstairs and creeps from her bedroom to hover in the hallway. Adam was returning home from court, and Sera usually joined him for the walk home since she and Emily lived just next door. She didn’t relish in eavesdropping, of course- but sometimes it was the only way for her to get information on what their plans were for her. They seemed to be mid-conversation when the door swung closed again, and Charlie stayed crouched on the landing out of sight as she heard the end of Adam’s train of thought.

“- been thinking about Damien and Lilith lately, and- shit, Sera, Charlie looks so much like her. Do y’know how fuckin’ strange it is to look at a girl that’s basically your daughter and see the woman you were like, in love with for years? It’s fuckin’ weird.”

“Please watch your language,” Sera reprimands him softly, and as per the usual Adam’s mouth closes entirely. “Do you mean to tell me you’re having… improper thoughts about her?”

Charlie is pretty sure she throws up in her mouth. Just a little. 

“No! I mean- well, maybe a little.”

She suppresses a gag behind her hand.

Sera sighs softly. “You should have come to me right away, Adam. What else am I for but to help steer you along the right path?”

She hears the huff that Adam releases, and she can picture in her head perfectly the way that he’s running his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t come to you cause it’s fuckin’ weird, alright? I know that. Honestly, I was kind of hoping that you could… take her off my hands? Bring her to live with you and Emily so the… you know, so the temptation isn’t there or whatever.”

Charlie blanches. Depending on how soon something like that took place, her plans would be ruined- Adam would ask for the key back while Charlie didn’t have it; Sera would surely lock all of the windows and doors so she couldn’t sneak outside to meet with Vaggie or Angel; Sera would also be more insistent on Charlie marrying like she was with Emily, so much younger and already engaged. Charlie had been spared that route so far because Adam simply couldn’t be bothered to properly look for a husband for her and dismissed all of Sera’s suggestions, but with Sera fully in charge…

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sera reprimanded him, and Charlie almost sighed in relief. “You’re missing another rather obvious solution to the problem that you have here. The thoughts are only improper because of your relationship to the girl- you are seeing her as your ward, the daughter of your love and your once best friend. But you forget- despite my frequent pleas that you consider the suggestions I have given you- that Charlotte is now a young woman and not a child.”

“So what, just- let her move out?” Adam sounds conflicted about the notion, but Charlie’s heart leaps in her chest- there was no way she could be so lucky. For Adam and Sera to willingly let her be on her own was almost too much to hope for. “I mean, I guess she could manage on her own. She’s just as smart and stubborn as Lilith and Damien were I guess, I’m sure she could handle herself-”

“No, Adam.” Sera interrupts, and Charlie can hear the soft clicking of her heels across the floor as she steps closer to him. “You’re missing the point. Think of Emily for a moment, if you would- a young woman, a member of the church, a respectable lady in society. What is something that she has that Charlie does not?”

“Um, fuck if I know? I don’t keep track of the comings and goings of your daughter, Sera, that’s your deal.” 

Adam might be trying to work through the hint still, but Charlie had figured it out. Sera was going to suggest that she get married again; she probably had a new list of suitors to go through, and with Adam evidently desperate to get Charlie out of his hair, maybe he would actually consider them this time.

Sera sighs, and Charlie can picture the crease between her eyebrows that forms when she’s frustrated. “Emily has a fiance,” she says slowly, as though speaking to a child. Charlie can’t stand when she speaks to people like that. “She is to be married within the year, something that I think could truly benefit Charlotte in a situation such as this- and that could benefit you as well, if you act accordingly.”

No. No no no, Sera couldn’t be implying what Charlie thought she was. But for once Adam manages to catch her meaning as well.

“So, I marry Charlie then?”

“Oh, what a splendid idea!” Sera exclaims, like she hadn’t been feeding Adam the breadcrumbs to that idea for the better part of fifteen minutes. “I can’t think of a better match for our sweet Charlotte than you, your excellency- an upstanding member of society, a man of good standing with the Church, and surely you’ve gained her affections over the years as a guardian. It shouldn’t be much of a stretch for those feelings to sway into a romantic sense.”

Charlie stumbles back into the wall, careful not to make a sound as she brings her hand to her mouth to muffle her breathing. She wouldn’t marry Adam- the man was practically her surrogate father! He had known her since she was a child, he was more than twice her age, and she could say with the knowledge of being a young lady that had lived with him for fifteen years, he was gross. That they were even considering the notion together, unaware that she could hear them below her, made her insides bubble unhappily.

“Yeah… yeah, that is a great idea that I had!” Adam takes credit for the idea as Sera surely hoped he would- Charlie had noticed this pattern over the years, of Sera leading Adam by the hand to a conclusion without ever claiming involvement, so that if things went wrong she couldn’t be held accountable. “Charlie is getting older and she needs a husband- who better than me? And she looks so much like Lilith, it’s almost like, you know, fixing what should have been before Damien ruined everything.”

She wouldn’t do it. They would have to drag her kicking and screaming to the altar, and even then they couldn’t force her to agree to the notion. He wanted to use her as some sort of substitute for her mother, for God’s sake! As they continue to talk below her, making vague plans and pitching date ideas, Charlie tries to think of how to get out of the situation.

“And once she’s married- to a Judge, no less- that horrid sailor that keeps coming around will finally get the hint, if she knows what is good for her.”

And Sera provides the answer that Charlie hadn’t thought about- Vaggie.

Vaggie could get her away from Adam and Sera, away from New Orleans altogether. If Charlie hadn’t been wrong in her assumptions about Vaggie potentially feeling more for her as well, then she would come tonight, or at least soon- perhaps Charlie could convince her to take her along when she left town. And then Charlie would be free of them, of the shadow of her parents that hung over her like a cloud whenever Adam looked at her and saw them. She could-

“Shit, should I go tell her now? She’s gonna be excited, right?”

Fuck no.

She hears the creak of the bottom step and prepares to bolt herself in her room when Sera’s soft voice stops her.

“Don’t be silly, Adam,” she admonishes him, and it’s followed by the creak of the stair again as he comes back to the ground. “You’ve come fresh from court- you should prepare a bit, freshen up first before you see her.”

“Freshen up? I’m not a woman, Sera,” Adam laughs. “It’s fine- I’m a handsome man, once Charlie gets past the shock of the news she’ll see-”

“With all due respect,” Sera says gently, “I highly suggest that you freshen up before you see her. Forgive my saying so, but you are looking less than your best these days.”

Adam scoffs, and Charlie would laugh at the mental image of his indignation if the situation wasn’t so dire. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you look sloppy,” she says matter-of-factly. “As in most things, it appears that you are overly hasty in your morning rituals. As happens frequently, your stubble is spotty; you have a bit of shaving soap that has dried behind your ears; there is powder upon your chest, and a spot of mustard on your shirt from your lunch during court.”

He scoffs again. “Charlie is used to those things,” he insists. “She’s not going to care-”

“As a daughter, perhaps not. But you are looking to have her as a wife, correct?” A pause while he nods. “Then you must take further consideration. She’s a young lady, and they have certain… sensitivities to things like this, you know. What woman wants to think that the man she is meant to marry cannot even clean himself up before he comes to ask her for her hand?”

It’s quiet for a moment, before he speaks up. “Shit. Shit, you’re right. I should shave before I go up to see her, and change- maybe I should go see a barber since I’m missing spots? Just to make sure the job is done right.”

As if a barber shaving him would remove the issue of Charlie feeling sick to her stomach at the idea of being his wife.

Sera laughs, bell-like and soft in the foyer. “As luck would have it, I happen to know of a barber of great skill! He’s rather new to town- I’m sure he would be just thrilled to have you grace his place of business and spread the news of his excellency, provided that he does a passable job. But I have seen his methods firsthand and can assure you that he can get you in top shape before you go to speak to Charlie.”

Charlie herself is momentarily distracted by a rustling of leaves outside her window- when she risks a glance to her balcony, she sees Vaggie eyeing the wall as if trying to determine the best way to get across it. Her heart soars- she was already here! And if Adam and Sera were leaving to take Adam to this barber, they would be able to talk and perhaps discuss a plan. Thankfully, Vaggie is fast and agile, vaulting over the wall in a quick move and looking up to catch Charlie’s eye where she stood at the doorway to her room. Charlie waves her down, a silent bid for her to wait until she could be sure they would not be discovered. She understands without words, ducking low behind a bush close enough that she would still see Charlie give the go-ahead to come up.

“The barber is located on Fleet Street,” Sera says, and the name tickles something familiar in Charlie’s head though she can’t quite recall why. “I know you have your reservations about that end of town- and I admit I have no yet had a chance to assess the parlor for you- but I can assure you that he is more skilled than any barber I have seen before. Perhaps even more so than Damien was.”

The silence is deafening as Charlie waits to see if Adam will disregard Sera’s wishes for the first time- ignore her advice and come up to Charlie now to tell her of the ‘happy news,’ when her possible escape plan sat five feet below the balcony with Vaggie.

How convenient that the Judge seldom has a thought for himself outside of court. “I can deal with Fleet Street,” he says confidently. “Go ahead- take me to the barber.” There’s a shuffle of clothing as Adam and Sera put their overcoats back on, and then the reassuring opening and closing of the front door.

Charlie waits a solid bit of time to be sure they wouldn’t return suddenly before she dashes to the balcony. Vaggie’s head pops up from the bush, a question in the crease of her lovely face, and Charlie beckons her inside with a smile and a renewed sense of hope in her heart.

Act 1:  Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9 🥧 Chapter 10 🥧 Chapter 11

[writtenonreceipts]

Even More Random Prompts

Some may be similar to each other, I tried to play off of the prompts to create more of the same vein.  Shrugs maybe not the best list, but I think it’s fun. Please do not repost. Reblogs welcome.

find other prompts here

I can explain.  This isn’t as bad as it looks.

Sometimes bad decisions are the only ones we’ve got.

Rise and shine, it’s time for the worst day of your life.

I’ll bring the vodka, you bring the bad decisions.

Well, no one told me that.

No, we are not keeping the cat.

It’s too early for this.

Is that coffee?

It’s five in the morning, did you expect a warm welcome?

Sorry, all I can provide is sarcasm.

Look at that dog.  We need  it.

You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I promise, that was an accident.

Is that a flip phone?

I’m being crafty, shut-up.

There is no such thing as too much glitter.

I have a glue gun and I’m not afraid to use it.

Give me all the dogs, I don’t care.

I need a blowtorch, a roll of duct tape, and marshmallows.

Let’s go on an adventure.

Please tell me you know how to change a tire.

Is that band-aid pink? // With unicorns. // That’ll do.

Wake up asshat, we’ve got crimes to do.

How do you manage to trip over everything?

Here, let me help.

Don’t worry, it’s going to be alright.

Didn’t you meet them on the internet?

Your cat is a judgmental bitch.

I can’t even keep a goldfish alive, how can I handle this?

Let’s make some mistakes.

How about a drink? // Of alcohol or rat poison?

Under no circumstances are you to talk about politics, religion, or your favorite ice cream flavor.

We are in the trenches of a family reunion--survival is the only thing that matters.

Whoever said ignorance is bliss never had anxiety.

What do you mean you don’t know how to ride a bike?

For the record, I totally would have helped with that.

Why would anyone live here?

Have a sticker for your troubles.

Don’t call me that.

You’ve got something on your face.

Can you zip this for me?

What are you wearing?

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.

Fine then, I won’t say anything.

That was a wonderful accident.

It’s Monday.  Again.

Time is funny like that, it really likes screwing me over.

They’re an artist without a canvas

That’s a lot of caffeine.

Well, that’s a little disturbing.

How much have you had to drink?

I only have one love, and that is mozzarella sticks.

So, where were you planning on getting the tattoo?

I thought you hate needles. // Yes, but I like spiting my family more, I’m getting the damn tattoo

You need me more than you hate me.

A lot of people want to kill me.  I am very proud of that.

This is the worst day of my life.

C’mon, it’s just family dinner, how bad could it be?

Please don’t kill me, I have a good reason for this.

Care to explain the glitter lotion?

I supported the entire self tanning industry when I was a teen.

I don’t trust myself with this information.

Why do you always choose violence?

My car, my rules. We’re listening to Nickleback whether you like it or not.

Yeah, the vase of dead roses really says a lot.

That’s not a cat that’s a skunk.

I brought your favorite ice cream.

Well you're about as delightful as a kidney stone.

Who the hell are you?

What do you want from me?

Hold on, I’ve got handcuffs in my purse.

Ugh, why are you covered in cheap cologne?

I’m not wearing the right shoes for this.

I’m not the one who paid three hundred dollars for a shirt.

I wanted to buy you flowers.

When a child hands you a rock, you have to accept it.

I’m sorry and I’ll never stop apologizing.

I miss you.

Wait for me, I’ll be home soon.

Are you sure about this?

Please? I brought pizza.

I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.

Wait.  Please, don’t go?

I just hope you can forgive me.

And they say dropping out of college is a bad thing

Can your fancy degree do this?

I was only arrested one time…The second I got off on a technicality

I cry at any hint of affection

Don’t judge them, they’re just really, really hungry

Is that a clown?

Why is there a llama in the yard?

I know how this looks, but it was not my fault.

Therapy’s too expensive, eat some chocolate.

Would I really lie to you? // Yes.

The last time I trusted you you killed my succulent plant.

How much caffeine have I had?--I’d rather not answer that.

Stabbing people is not a proper expression of emotion.

That was not what I was expecting to happen.

Sorry, I just need seventy years to recover from the embarrassment.

[cazzyf1]

Facts and quotes about the friendship of Mike Hawthorn and Peter Collins, aka 'Mon Ami Mate'

Though Mike and Peter had met each other in the years before, it was only when they both were racing at Ferrari that they got partially close

They bonded over their partying life styles and sense of fun. However a lot of people who like Peter felt that Mike was a bad influence on him. Yet Peter could get up to his own mischief without Mike's help.

They got up to a lot of mischief together like seeing how fast they could spin a rotating hotel door or seeing who could steal a police car lamp first

Peter owned a boat that him and his wife Louise would travel on. Lots of drivers would join them but Mike was one of the more frequent ones.

During the GP weekends Mike would spent his spare time around Peter and Louise. He would just charge into their room unannounced and laze around with Peter for the day when he wasn't needed.

"Each morning I used to get up about eleven o'clock, put on my dressing-gown and go along to Pete and Louise's room to have breakfast with them, and just laze around. One day we spent all day in our various rooms lounging in pyjamers and dressing-gowns, just slipping into overalls for practise and then coming back to our rooms to read and talk. It was a wonderful way to relax." - Mike Hawthorn

"I got back to our motel and went up to Pete and Louise's room. He had just run his bath, which he had been looking forward to, but he didn't get it - I stepped straight into it, without even taking my clothes off!" - Mike Hawthorn

Mike could fly planes, and he did fly Peter and Louise a few times. However, he wasn't already a great flyer. Once, he had to make an emergency landing, and during the panic, Louise sat at the back of the plane reading her book and trying to ignore everything that was happening

When racing if they were near each other they would play games of passing the leading position back and forth to each other. Some even said they were happier when the other one won the race.

"We got side by side and Pete signalled to me that he wanted me to be first and he would take second place." - Mike Hawthorn

Peter knew about Mike's kidney issues and knew that Mike wasn't likely to be able to race for much longer and potentially was quite determined to help Mike win the world championship.

"He was still determined that he wanted me to win the championship" - Mike Hawthorn talking about Peter

"At Goodwood, when I raced the Grand Prix car, Peter had got hold of a blackboard on which he had drawn a wonderfully lifelike picture of a pint of beer, and he had shown me this on my last few laps; the thought of it had helped me on my way. Then during the May Meeting at Silverstone when Pete was well in the lead I got a pint of beer from the beer tent and stood in front of the pits with it holding it out so that he could see what was waiting for him besides the chequered flag." - Mike Hawthorn

"Jo and I were the only ones facing the open door and we saw Mike first and froze in place and then everyone else turned and froze too. He was still in his driving clothes - dirty white pants, his trademark green battle jacket. His face was streaked. And tried. He didn't have to say anything. Slowly in his hands he turned a shattered brown crash hat that we all recognzied as Peter's" - Denise McGluggage

"On the morning on the race I went along to their room fairly early. Louise was already awake, but Pete was still asleep, snoring his head off. I looked down at him sleeping there and for some reason I felt happy looking at him. He is one that won't die, I thought. Then he woke and saw me standing there and swore at me for waking him." - Mike Hawthorn

Peter was ahead of Mike when he had his fatal crash. Mike was in a panic but decided he was going to lap around, not go into the pits and scare Louise, but drive back to the crash site and find out how Peter was. His car however broke down as he was driving the lap.

Mike flew Louise back to England and meant to driver her up to see Peters parents after the crash. However he only managed to get to a local pub near where Peter's parents lived before he broke down. Some other friends got Louise to Peter's parents and supplied Mike with whiskey.

"I have tried very hard in this book - which is dedicated to his memory - to give the reader some idea of my friend, Peter Collins, of his gaiety and generosity, of his great courage and ability. I hope that I have succeeded; it was the hope of being able to contribute something to his memory that decided me to write this book" - Mike Hawthorn

[ppeonppeonhan]

Songs That Remind Me of BL Characters & Couples

@zimmbzon kindly tagged me in their post, prompting me to share the first ten songs in my On Repeat playlist. Highly recommend checking theirs out, because mine is...rather basic. And becauuuuse it's basic, I'm gonna add another layer to this and tell you which BL character or couple perfectly matches the vibe of each song.

1 | "imperfect for you" by Ariana Grande: This one's off her new "please feel sad for me because even though I'm messy when it comes to love I still have feelings" album. I may have listened to this one "on repeat," because it's just cathartic to two-step to these lyrics: "I'm fucked up / anxious / too much / but I'll love you / like you need me to / imperfect for you." What's that? Self-awareness? Respect. I just know Ming from My Stand-In would have the audacity to sing this to body-swapped Joe.

2 | "Acid Dreams" by MAX and Felly: Could not tell you who either of these people are but this song is a snap-worthy bop that got me feeling myself every time it comes on -- probably because it opens with: "You look so good in a night gown girl / freckles on your face / lemme kiss each one." This was clearly meant for my generation, because there is not a single human under 30 in possession of a night gown. But Khem from Deep Night would 1,000% use this song to charm the pants off of someone.

3 | "Toco Toco To" by Dixson Waz: I'm Dominican. And even though I understand Spanish, I cannot for the life of me tell you what this man is saying, but I can assure you it is inappropriate. Rated NC-17 without a doubt. And for that reason, I'd pair this song with the entire cast of Playboyy -- just casually playing this in the background of one of their random, impromptu, midday sex parties.

4 | "Lie to Me" by Meghan Trainor: Obsessed. Not with her. With her music. She has so many non-butt-related songs that are worth a listen. I truly feel like she's underrated -- on par with Ed Sheeran -- and she doesn't get enough credit for it. In this track, she sings: "I don't want the truth / I want you." That sounds exactly like our lovesick boy Nick in Only Friends, thirsting after anti-monogamy Boston like he didn't know better.

5 | "Jealous" by Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, & Big Sean: While it is true that every single person on this track is problematic, including producer DJ Khaled, the swagger is immaculate. Every time it comes on, I, sincerely, close my eyes and just picture BTS's rap line to cleanse the beat. Not gonna miss out on a banger because men are the worst. Anywayyyy, the most jealous character I can think of is Way from Pit Babe, who tried to r-word his "bestie" because he chose a random nerd over him. He fits in well with these clowns.

6 | "Bounce Back" by Little Mix: The only British pop girl group I've ever intentionally streamed is Spice Girls, but the algorithm clearly thought it meant I'd like this group, and the track that hooked me was one that sampled the iconic Soul II Soul's "Back to Life." Instant replay. Someone I think lives and breathes the mantra "You can have me however you want me / however you need me" is the Sultan of Simp, Karan from Cherry Magic (Thailand). Achi could've asked for a kidney, and he would've delivered. But coming in a close second is obviously Rain from Love in the Air. Payu had to practically beat him off with a stick -- no pun intended.

7 | "Body" by Loud Luxury and Brando: It's the buildup to the chorus for me -- come to find out many listens later that it's about a guy who is begging a girl to sleep with him because he's been "waiting too long." 🙄 This one very obviously goes to Yuan from Unknown, who damn near disintegrated Qian's clothes the minute he saw even the glimmer of a green light. Talk about a slow build.

8 | "Into You" by Fabolous feat. Tamia: Back in 2003, rappers used to drop an R&B hit every now and then to remind women that they were romantics. The gaslight kings of the aughts. So in this track, this duo talks about an inexplicable-but-undeniable connection, which only makes me think of Vegas and Pete from KinnPorsche. Those two needed a PowerPoint presentation to explain to their friends and family how they went from hostage situation to star-crossed lovers. But we got nothing -- just good vibes and patricide.

9 | "i wonder..." by j-hope feat. Jung Kook: Do I miss them? Yes. Will I listen to any BTS track that's easy to Namjoon to? Yes. Now that we got that out of the way: This song is about enjoying the moment and not wasting the good times by dreading the future. And that just screams Be My Favorite to me. Kawi just kept trying to time-travel his way to a hetero fantasy, not realizing his queer happily ever after was standing right in front of him the whole time in the gorgeous form of the eternally patient Pisaeng.

10 | "MY HOUSE" by Beyoncé: Not to bring up BTS again, but 👀...j-hope would body any choreography set to this song. Without breaking a sweat. And mother would be proud. On this track, the Queen B speaks of once dreaming of the wealth, fame, and stability she has now, and making sure to only keep positive people around her, because love heals. Sailom from Dangerous Romance would certainly relate to having similar dreams and beliefs, and effortlessly exudes equally feisty bad bitch energy. I still can't get over how he disarmed his bully (and future love interest), Kanghan, by basically saying, "You clearly like me. Shut up." And saying it with tongue.

That was fun. 🤸🏿‍♂️

[mikuni14]

The Sign - Ep 8

We all see you Tharn, how you are eager to be petted and kissed, like Namami! For a second, but still, because, like a true cat, you stopped it for reasons known only by you 😭 100% cat behavior 😆

...............

I have mixed feelings after this episode 👻 On the one hand, it was very interesting, we learned a lot of new things, most of my wild theories turned out to be true, there were a lot of funny scenes that made me laugh out loud. But this episode left me feeling very unsatisfied. For so many reasons:

Phaya looks terrified after waking up from a nightmare. And after a short conversation they both just go to sleep like…..roommates lol Tharn should have hugged Phaya and comforted him, I would give my right kidney for Phaya cuddling up to Tharn like Tharn was cuddling to him before. This scene begs for Tharn to comfort Phaya!

Phaya and Tharn spent a 💞🔥 night, confessed their feelings to each other, and Tharn even said that he made an important decision for himself and Phaya. And their morning after after all this was… nice. That's all. Phaya, Tharn and we deserve better!

Scenes from their past lives. Hmm. First of all, I find it strange to insist on calling Wansarat a girl when the series shows Tharn as a man. I know they didn't want to show Phaya (Billy)'s romance with Wansarat (Freen) so as not to damage BillyBabe's Brand Couple™ image, but there is a very simple solution to this problem: they could have hired another actor to play Garuda and Freen to play Wansarat! And it would even make sense, because at one point Phaya himself says what does it have to do with him, since he already loves someone and it's Tharn - a guy, while watching himself and… Tharn on a fantasy TV with us 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ Maybe it's just me, but I don't see any great love between Garuda and Wansarat, certainly not like between Phaya and Tharn. Like, they met, bam! they're a couple now, then in a very soap opera-ish (which makes it a bit comical) style, they both die. Unfortunately, in my opinion, this story lacked depth, emotions of these characters, their feelings. The most emotional scene was Chalathon's horror when he killed Wansarat. I just... I just don't believe in their love being powerful enough to want them to be together again, to create new reincarnations 🤷‍♀️

Ok, enough with tis negativity :) What I liked about it:

There was no awkwardness between them in their mornig after scene, they are both adults, they are both smitten, Tharn tries hard to hide how mushy he feels and I love his sparkling eyes and hidden smiles. 🥰 I like that Phaya immediately suggests moving in together, it's very much in his character. (It's a shame that there is no conversation about their relationship status, I think Phaya is the type of guy who immediately wants the rest of the world to know that Tharn is with him)

I love the abbot, how uncompromising and badass he is, how he has no qualms about fucking up the deity he serves, talking back to him, reprimanding him and how he uses his superpowers. He's super cool.

The training scene was great:

Khem is fun and a little shit in combat, but very skillful

Thongthai ending the fight and winning it with one, well thought, well placed, killer sentence 💀😎

Khem who puts being Thongthai's boyfriend above everything else, including his pride, him winning the fight, everything. The scene where he beats himself with Tongthai's hands: 10/10

teasing Tharn but again in such a nice, friendly way 😊

astounding detective work in figuring out where Tharn spent the night

Phaya coming to Tharn's rescue and stopping any situation that might cause Tharn discomfort 🤩

Phaya kicking Khem's ass and CALLING THONGTHAI TO HELP HIM AND THONGTHAI WITHOUT HESITATION JOINING IN KICKING KHEM'S ASS 😆😆😆 it was SO FUNNY

Yai telling Phaya to take care of his baby brother and Tharn smiling shyly and sweetly and not protesting at all! 🥺 ok, just kill me now, too much uwu 🥺

The scene of Tharn and Phaya by the river, how Tharn takes care of Phaya, them holding hands, Yai feeling happy for them and the scene of him making a heart gesture with a random guy 😆 I also really liked Phaya's panicked look when he doesn't see Tharn. The strange thing is that Tharn, who pulls Phaya away from the water, promises to take care of him, is stressed by the whole situation, when later doesn't see Phaya for a long time does… nothing. He's not even aware that Phaya's gone! Well, it's not the first time that Tharn is a victim of the plot and what currently suits the scriptwriters, and it probably won't be the last 😑

I liked Phaya saying: cool story bro, this cgi is nice and shit, but what does it have to do with me, as I already have a sweet boo back home, who is a whole ass DUDE (I know, I checked thoroughly last night) and also my whole world 😤 I love him for that 👌 I really wanted to make it clear that Phaya fell in love with THARN, not someone else's reincarnation, even if that's technically the case.

I liked Tharn's fight with that masked guy.

And I liked Tharn in white shorts and Phaya's oversized clothes. Phaya also served some sexy looks in this episode 👌

Absolutely perfect, heartbreaking scene of Tharn's anguish. I love Babe's voice in the scenes of his despair, his voice cracked just as much when they were pulling Phaya out of the water during their training, as it does now. It's... wow...

And finally, the question… what exactly are Phaya and Tharn paying for, what was the abbot talking about, what is their karma, what did they do wrong to keep paying for it? Because this story shows that they are both victims of OTHER PEOPLE, and that karma should be a bitch only towards Chalathorn?! Am I missing something?

(Phaya must have pleased and served Tharn well, since he did not wake up either when Phaya was being strangled and he tossed around in bed, or when he got up first in the morning 🤭🤭)

[savrenim]

heyyyyy so like. general life update bc I'm actually finally feeling good about life

--biggest Terror of the summer and oh gods the summer budget of moving my fiance out of Texas succeeded without a hitch???? honestly still a bit in awe over having pulled that one off. it's totally done and finished dotted the i's crossed the t's nothing left to worry about.

--continuing off that one month left to go before we've Made It Through The Summer and we are. within budget. like we've got one month left but. I think we're going to make it.

--it's been several EXTREMELY brutal months (I guess since January?) with Suzy having chronic kidney disease and being so frail and second-guessing myself and second-guessing if she's miserable all the time or just enjoying napping and second-guessing how long we're going to have with her and just. maybe I'll write a longer reflection on this later. we started her on an arthritis shot, using orazn dental gel, and giving her supervised walks outside whenever she wanted them (the latermost I started doing when it seemed like she had only a few weeks left and I couldn't bear to deny her anything) and somehow she is suddenly better than she has been in????? months???????? she's eating 2-3x as much food, her ribs are no longer showing, she can jump on beds again. like. aaaaaah!!!! bestest girl!

if anyone is dealing with a cat with CKD this website is your gospel: http://www.felinecrf.org/ . but just. I'm no longer unprepared and that's a way better place to be than getting blindsided with things left and right.

anyways idk things generally are??? not The Best Life Ever Has Been but definitely way better than I thought it would be at this point in the summer. like. might even start writing again?????? we will See.

[gildedmuse]

ZoLaw AUs Nobody Asked For Presents....

Fairy Tale Twist

Part One: Abduction!

[This was inspired by watching the first episode of the anime Heaven Official Blessing with @jhaernyl. However, for the purpose of this ficlette all you need to know is the whole thing is your typical fanfic set up: a bunch of young women are disappearing, so in order to solve the mystery our main male character is forced to go undercover as a shy, virginal bride-to-be in hopes that the sexy bad boy will notice him and carry him off to his liar.]

[You know. The only sensible solution to a rash of kidnappings.]

"Please," the old lady begs, tears running down her face as she falls to her knees in front of the trio. "Even if there is no hope for my Liula, this village can't bear to lose another one of our daughters!"

Zoro scratches behind his ear, apparently unmoved by the old ladies tears, as well as the wet faces of the town folks who have gathered all around. It isn't that he doesn't care - he's sure it's hard to misplace a daughter or whatever, though it does seem to him as if it's at least a little the villager's own fault. Why do they keep sending the girls through the forest is they keep disappearing?

"So they're always taken in the forest?" Saga - Zoro's second best friend and training partner - always knows exactly the right questions to ask. He's just good at that kind of detective thing, the way Marines pretend to be. As a crew of bounty hunters, they may not be the most well known or most feared (they certainly aren't their richest) but between him, Kuina, and Saga, Zoro figures they have all the right talents to work their way up to the top, wherever that might be.

For Saga, Zoro is sure that eventually means becoming a marine or, as his overly dramatic friend would put it, "becoming a sword for justice!" Or that's what he says it if you get enough sake in him, though honestly it doesn't even take one drink to notice the look he gets in his eyes whenever a bunch of men in their clean white uniforms go marching pass. Not even Kuina's mocking their stupid insignia ("why do you want a shirt with a pair of boobs drawn on. I've got the real thing and they're nothing but annoying!" / "For the last time, the insignia is the mighy gull! Not a pair of blue boobies!" / "As someone who has seen plenty of both, trust me, no seagull looks like that..not unless it's had some major work done.") or Zoro pointing out he's never seen a single marine carrying a shuangshou jian, which he thinks is the far better argument. After all, Saga wouldn't want to have to get rid of his beloved sword, would be? It's the one thing he has from his parents....

If there is one person who would understand how important a sword can be, it would be Kuina, but he thought Saga would be next.

"Sounds like instead of worrying about your bridal traditions, you should have worked to make sure these girls could protect themselves," Kuina says, her voice low and steady, but there is an undercurrent of anger there. One Zoro finds adults often miss, due to Kuina's former, almost old fashioned, language and proper samurai etiquette.

Her father always said there was more to being a Kenshi than just holding a sword. Unfortunately, one of the things he believes makes for a Kenshi is....

Kuina stands up, bowing politely to the very same adults she'd just been so angry at. "We will find this pirate who is taking your lost daughters and ensure this does not happen again," she promises, and Kuina promises something it's like you can see the threads binding her, holding her to her word. It makes Zoro sit up straighter, happy to be her rival. "If what these girls want is to be married, they deserve to make that choice without some creep ruining it for them."

Kuina's small, and because of that, most everyone underestimates her. Only to be surprised when the girl they had just been laughing at is suddenly behind them, the sharp white blade of Wado Ichimonji pressed against their kidney, with Tenno Megumi clashing against their own steel, stopping them from being able to make a move. She's a fast, technical fighter and a slow, methodical thinker. She probably knows more about Zoro and Saga then the two boys know about themselves and, honestly, Zoro is alright with that. He doesn't even know where he'd keep all that knowledge, but Kuina seems to do a good

They had only come to this island to pick up some Nobody, Kuro of 1000 Cats or something stupid like that, but they had barely dragged him and his crew of losers to the local Marine base when an older woman, face wrinkled and worn from sadness, had grabbed a hold of Zoro's arm.

These people were desperate, and the small four man marine outpost they have seemed unable ("or unwilling," Kuina had muttered only once Saga was distracted - they didn't need to have that fight again) to help against what seemed to be some knd of curse.

"Qell it's not a curse," Saga decided immediately, the three of them gathering just outside of the town hall were the citizen had plead their case. And as much as Zoro hates being distracted from his goal, his one true dream, he has to admit their pleas were.... heartfelt.

"Hmm," Kuina puts her hand to her chin, her foot digging into her dirt as she stares down, her brain trying to ferment a plan of some kind. At the very least a place to begin. "It seems he only comes out when there is a bridal procession. What should we do?"

There is silence as they all contemplate this impossible task.

"I know!" It's Saga who gets a these first, slapping his fist in his hand, and with his eyes burning so bright, Kuina and Zoro are immediately doubtful. This is going to be one of those ridiculous plans like in all his marine centered manga. As far as Zoro has seen, Marines never actually do any sort of undercover work or whatever. They just stupidly fire bullets at things and hope one hits. But that's not how Saga sees them, not at all.

Saga gives a sharp, proud smile, his support of his own plan entirely unwavering. Zoro assumed they would just stare at him until sanity sunk back in but suddenly, he notices Kuina going all stiff, as if a realization had just hit.

"Not it!"

Zoro stumbles some, not used to the usually calm depth that is his number one rival and best friend moving with such a reckless, her arm flying up as of theyre back at the dojo answering questions. "Hey!" He pushes his shoulder back against her. "What are you-"

"Good point!" Saga says, his intensity still bur ing as usual. "I am also not it."

Zoro looks between his two friends. His two companions. His twisted sworn brother and sister. And the evil grins that were creeping up along their faces.

"I am NOT-"

Kuina leans in so hard, Zoro ends up squashed up against Saga. "Your mouth says no," the older girl teases, sluttering her eyelashes in a way that Zoro didn't understan. Was that supposed to make him do something? "But your eyes - and my blades," she adds that bit with a pat at the swords at her side. "Say yes."

At his other side, Saga gives him an unnaturally bright smile despite the narrowed eyes glare Zoro is giving both kenshi. "You really should try and look happier. It's your wedding day after all!" He teased, nd Zoro can only grumble.

He did call not it last, damnit.

"We will just have to set up a convincing bridal procession then!" Saga pulls back, striking what Zoro feels is an all too excited pose considering the fate they've just sealed for him. "Kuina and I will act as guards, while Zoro gakes place of the bride to be. We'll put the whole thing together and make it look just like a real bridal procession! That's how we will draw this scoundrel out!"

The two npeople only seem mildly confused by the bounty hunter's plan. Zoro isn't sure what the confusion is aboit. He's hardly looking forward to this mess, but he does think Saga and Kuina did an excellent job at setting the trap and as for his part, well, he can only hide one of his three swords under the bridal gown, but with the other two concealed in the carriage in easy reach, he doesn't imagine he'll habe any difficulty grabbing for them in time. The whole plan is actually one of their better thought out schemes, so he isn't sure why the villagers take moment to get on board, but eventually they do. They even lend them materials to help make the ruse undetectable.

"I've got this!" Kuina declares in reference to the dress. She isn't much for fu-fu clothes herself - it's all so much fabric for so little practical coverage, and it always has at least one part that hangs in the weirdest way. However, she's had years of practice learning to make men's clothes for her properly so they aren't baggy and in her way and also wouldn't.... disrespect her father (Zoro knows she would never wish to voice this, but he has also seen her on holy days with his image. Holding it as tight as if he were a long honored ancestor. Looking to the stars as if they would grant her his approval.) Plus, she definitely knew what looked good on girls. Just because she doesn't wear fancy kimono and jewelry and other useless pretty things doesn't mean Kuina can't APPRECIATE what other women look like in such elaborate get ups.

It's the make up where they run into something of an issue.

"Katatsumuri," Saga asks, holding out their den den mushi. Him and the snail wince together as Kuina gets angry enough to break the brush shed be using to try and apply Zoro's lipstick, yelling that it was a subpar tool unworthy of its title and a shame to whoever forged its.... it's.... it's stupid hairs or whatever! Grr!

"Can you play a make up tutorial," Saga requests, sitting cross legged in front of Zoro. Luckily, he is very good at copying moves even from videos. Maybe this is why he appreciates marine uniforms so much, Zor thinks, cause they're all neat and orderly and it feels like you have to keep your make up neat and orderly as well.

So with Zoro looking appropriately alluring ("You're a vision," Saga promises, his breathing just a little too rushed considering they haven't even started on the hard part of the quest just yet. "You almost look decent," Kuina laughs, making sure Katatsumuri takes a picture for future reference) they gather everything else they will need for their little nightie deceit. The procession, the carriage, the spooky nighttime forest that the temple lies in the middle of for some reason no one could adequately explained.

"just sit tight," Kuina whispers from the side of her mouth as they walk deeper and deeper into the darkness. "I'm sure this willl-"

"Kuina!?" Zoro knows he is supposed to be sitting there straight and well behaved, just the way he's practiced with that overly nice girl - the one who kept getting a little bit touchy, like Zoro couldn't figure out how to hold his hands just by LOOKING at her; there is no reason to touch - but at his friend's sudden silence he couldn't help but peak out of the carriage window.

Nothing but wind and leaves and darkness.

"Zoro," Saga growls from the other wise..Zoro turns to try and ask him to go check on Kuina. That's what he should do, rather than break character. Good call. "Keep on guar-"

Silence.

Suddenly there is nothing.. No horses. No Marines pretending to be maid in waiting. No guards. No friends. Just darkness, and a low, soft whisper of the wind. Something dark, something.... stirring.

Zoro licks his lips, that awful taste of the lipstick coming off with it. He reaches for the trap door where his two other swords are stored when -

Click.

The door opens a light storm: the fall of rain, wind sweeping through the trees, dark hair, striking eyes, and such long and slender fingers reaching out for him, not grabbing, but making an offering. Holding his hand out for the supposedly young and virginal bride.

And suddenly Zoro can feel it in his chest. This lightness. This heat.

He fumbles, trying to find the damn torch. Where were his matches? Why is he going for the stupid candle and not his swords? What is wrong with him?

"I can't help but notice," the strange is silhouettes in the darkness, out the moonlight behind him offering any glimpse. But that voice. So dark, like a shadow. Like the way a smooth sake feels sliding down your throat. "You seemed to be in trouble, my little lamb. I hope those ruffians didn't cause you any harm."

As if you didn't send those ruffians, only Zoro's voice is entirely gone. The boy's golden eyes pierce through him like an arrow. Where is his voice? It seems the only part of him that can speak is his heart, and that is beating so loud it filled the entirety of the carriage

It only gets louder when the stranger's lips quirk upward, the water running down his hair, his pale skin, sliding around his lips. Making them shimmer and shine in the low candle light. "What a remarkable beauty. How could anyone wish to hurt such an angel?" His hand is still hanging there, half way between them. Zoro licks his lip subconsciously, the water clinging to the stranger's lower lip making him want....

No! He's meant to focus! He is here on a mission, not some silly game.

Yet the way the stranger smiles does leave his stomach feeling all sorts of silly. Are those his finger tips shaking as he reaches out, gently entrusting his hand to the stranger.

Immediately he is being pulled forward, so close it Zoro can't keep the gasp escaping his lips. He's not used to these shoes, there's far too much of them for starters, and the heels catches on the fabric of his dress and-

As he falls foward, the stranger moves in close and through the low light of the moon and a single candle, those gorgeous golden eyes stare right into Zoro's soul, soft and yet certain as he reaches out, easily pulling Zoro into his arms.

Pressed against the man's chest, Zoro understands why so many of those manga he finds Saga hiding away have girls pressed up to marines just like this. The way his heart beats in Zoro's ear, the protective warmth of his arms....

"Where did-"

"You men seem to have run off," The stranger says, holding him close. The hold is gentle and yet formal, as of purposefully being polite and careful with him. "I believe they were trying to lure the attackers away."

He knows that hadn't been the plan, but he can only stare up at the stranger, his cheeks so warm he thinks of lifting the veil, just to get some fresh air. But surely if he saw him that would give them game away.

"Your physical beauty must only be surpassed by that of your heart, to have such a loyal and fearless guard. I would hate to see their bravery go to waste. I don't have much, certainly not lodging worthy of such a precious gem, but there is a small temple nearby that will offer us shealter. I can keep you safe until your entourage regroups. That is, if you will allow it."

His golden eyes are staring down at our hero, soft and intense all at once, and they leave his tongue feeling equally confused: heavy and light at the same time.

"You have my permission to do with me as you please." Zoro hadn't practiced any sort of script, the plan had been to attack and words had seemed unnecessary. He still isn't sure where such a sentiment even came from! What a silly thing to say! He must look like a gu-

Wait, that isn't the what Zoro is supposed to be concerned about. Why does he even care if he looks like a fool!?

Even as he tries to hide himself against the stranger's chest, he catches a glimpse of that smirk. That horribly cocky, confident turn of his lips that leaves the poor kenshi melting, all the heat not coloring in his face pooling much, much lower.

"I shall take you with me then, beauty-ya, and act as your guide until we can reunite you with your proper assembly."

"Mmm," Zoro mutters, voice high and breathless. Perhaps to ensure the act is believable? "Take me with you, unite with me, yes..."

Just an act, that's all. Right, that's why he's doing this. To go along with the plan.

That's why he puts up no struggle as he suddenly finds himself lifted up into the strangers arms. The man's hat keeps his face mostly hidden, but Zoro is sure to memorize the edges of his cheeks, his lips and chin where rivlets of water drip from his dark skin. The beautiful dark ink that covers the strong arms that have Zoro safely held against his chest.

All for the sake of the mission, Zoro reminds himself, leaning his cheek against the stranger's wet shirt, tucking in closer to his warmth as a blue light suddenly involves the both of them.

"Shambles."

And then the forest is quiet, nothing but an abandoned carriage left behind.

[inevitablysomber-dark]

To Fall Apart 1

TwoShot

Dark! Alpha! Rafe x Omega! Kiara 

Warnings: Just Light Manipulation

There will be two Chapters, and the second chapter will contain more unhinged elements.

Part 2

@sage1998c

Kie

2 Alpha’s and 3 Beta’s walk into a Chateau. 

What you don’t know is that one of those Betas is a fraud.

The boys move ahead stepping into the well known Pogue residence, JJ placing John B in a headlock, playfully rubbing his noggin, as Pope, Sarah, and I follow closely behind, and if you couldn’t guess, I’m the imposter.

The cut in Outer Banks is full of late bloomers, who’s bodies take time to present a designation. It could be the poor living conditions or lack of resources, maybe even the abusive conditions that many of the family’s tend to go through. 

But one thing is for sure, that when one person’s designation is eventually unveiled, everyone around them who is at least 16 years old, without a designation falls right behind, like a domino effect. 

This is most definitely an outlier when it comes to the world of designations, yet rarely anyone, scientist, or government facility, comes around to study the phenomena. 

Within this anomaly , our little group was no different. JJ, surprisingly enough, was the first to turn, as an Alpha, no less. I always thought if anyone were to be an Alpha it would be John B, but no, there he was turned right after JJ , presenting as a Beta. Next was Sarah, who to no surprise turned out to be an Alpha, then eventually Pope, exhibiting as a Beta.

I was the last to turn, expecting to be a Beta, like my friends, my family, and the majority of people in my community.. 

Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning drenched in sweat, and desperation, with a mom who knew exactly what to do. She kept me out of public for several weeks, telling my friends that I was ill, so she had enough time to get ‘special supplements’ to resist my Omega hormones, which had a double effect of presenting me as a Beta. 

I didn’t understand, How this could happen, I always thought designations were in your genes. Then my mother explained her paternal great-grandmother was an Omega. The family never thought that the gene would resurface, at least not any time soon, because it was considered a recessive gene. 

Sarah was the first to find out, sneaking in through my window to feed me some chicken soup. I made her promise not to tell anyone, for fear of how differently I might be treated if it did come out. She insisted that the boys would never treat me differently, but kept her promise nonetheless, understanding the plight of Omega’s in Outer Banks. 

Omega’s weren’t necessarily treated terribly in Outer banks, but there’s most definitely  a difference in treatment compared to the other designations, a treatment neither my parents or I had an interest in taking part in, so we essentially did what we had to do. 

And it worked, for a long while too. 

I made it through highschool and my first two years of adulthood before shit hit the fan. 

It’s important to note, that without Sarah by my side, I probably would have been found out as soon as I reentered society. You see Alpha’s react whenever and Omega is near, some can keep it under control, others need a little extra help to keep their hormones in check. It was a lot of trial and error trying to figure out the most optimal times to retake my supplements, and once I got the kinks out, I realized I had to take into account the irregularities of my daily life, regardless of how rare.  Those were much more difficult to keep track of because of how erratic my friend group was. 

If I thought I would be out for 3 hrs there was a chance that I could be out for 7. If you took more than one supplement, in a specific time period you could end up with a kidney infection… or worse. The supplements only came in tablet form, so if I got wet, I had to hope that the water didn’t get into any baggies or pill boxes that I had them hiding in. And let's not forget the time we all ended up stuck on a neighboring island for over 12 hours, I barely made it back home in time, and was basically out of commission for 2 days. 

But throughout all of this, I’d managed to anticipate and prepare for any and everything that came my way. 

Except one. 

The  Cameron household decided to hold a party for Wheezie, the youngest, being the first to present amongst her group of friends, and as an Alpha, how nice. 

I only expected to be at the party for a few hours, but I did bring a supplement just in case my friends tried to convince me to stay a bit longer. I had no intention of getting in the water, and I only wanted to party and have a few drinks. 

Sure enough though I did end up staying longer than I intended, but that was fine because I had my supplement available to me. 

But I didn’t. 

I went upstairs to Sarah’s room, where I had left my bag, I could feel the effects of the previous dose wearing off. From the tingling on the back of my neck to the goosebumps raising on my arms. 

As I look through my bag, my supplements are nowhere to be found, I dump the contents onto Sarah’s bed as I sift through all my things and they’re nowhere to be found, I start to freak out. 

I’m at a party filled to the brim with Alpha’s and Beta’s and maybe 2 other Omega’s hiding away in a closet somewhere, and my supplements are missing, and  I could’ve sworn I had them packed. 

“Something wrong?”

I look up to find Rafe leaning against Sarah's doorway, arms crossed, and staring me down.

“I’m fine.” my voice cracks. 

Like the other Cameron children Rafe was an Alpha, last to turn within his group of friends, but the only one of his designation amongst them. The day Rafe turned was the day he made it his mission to truly terrorize our little group. 

Once JJ and Sarah turned, he backed off a bit. I guess there was a conflict between territories, but it was free reign whenever he caught one of us alone. 

“Really? Cause you look like you’re about to freak out… Did you lose something?” he removes himself from the room, walking toward my direction, I take a step back trying to keep some distance between us. 

It was only a matter of time before my pheromones burst from their suppressed state, notifying everyone in the building that there was an unhinged Omega in the vicinity. And I struggled to keep myself together, as I felt my sweat leaking through my pores. 

He had a smirk on his face, as if he was privy to information he found amusing. 

“Rafe!” Sarah shrieks from across the room, and you both turn toward her direction. “What the hell are you doing in my room?” she yells.

“I think Kie lost something, I was trying to see if she needed a bit of help finding it.” his tone didn’t sound genuine at all, in fact he sounded sneaky. 

“Well, get out.” She grabs his shirt and pulls him out immediately, slamming the door in his face in the process. 

“Are you ok?” She immediately turns back to me.

I drop to the ground freaking out as I push my hands into my face. “No!” Sarah rushed to my side trying to comfort me but not before hesitating for  a moment in realization of what the problem was. “I’m running out of time and I can't find my medicine.”

“Ok, ok umm, just stay in here.” I sniffle as I look up at her. “Yea, when the party's over, we’ll have you out and home by morning,” she paused before looking over to me for confirmation “Deal?”

I nod, but then I remember  “What about Rafe?”

I couldn’t risk him coming back for part 2. 

“We’ll lock the door,” she pulls me up and moves me to the bed. “He doesn’t have access to my room, I promise you’ll be safe.” 

She starts putting my things back into my purse. “ I’ll find some excuse for the guys, and you can just stay over for the night till we have this figured out. Ok!” she puts my bag down onto her nightstand before facing my direction.

I nod feeling helpless at the situation. 

“You’ll be fine, just lay down and get some rest.”

I lay my head on her pillow facing the door, as she walks out, repeating, that I’ll be fine. I hear the soft click of the door as she closes it, indicating that it had been locked and sighed a breath of relief. 

How could this happen?

I know I put a pill in a baggie and put it in my bag, where could it have gone. For a split moment an image of Rafe flashes through my mind, and I thought that maybe he might have something to do with it. 

But that was impossible, even if he did go through my things and found the pill, how would he know what it was for anyways,.

I close my eyes, deciding to rest as I allowed the natural pheromones of my designation to rome, and I’m able to drown in a temporary moment of peace. 

That is until I hear footsteps, moving towards me, I open my eyes and find a shadow right outside of Sarah’s door. When the doorknob turned my instincts immediately told me to run. 

I quickly jump up and move toward the window. 

I couldn’t stay here, every cell in my body was telling me that I wasn’t safe. I did my best to quietly climb out of the window, and luckily for me, Sarah’s window led out to the driveway, and no one was around to watch me flee for my life. 

I couldn’t stay here, even if the alternative was walking all the way home, I knew I wasn’t safe at the Cameron household.

[hopelessrromantix]

where i've been

TLDR: Life sucks and so does the government. Half my family got hit with some pricey medical bills plus our normal rent, so donating or sharing this would be beyond appreciated.

I know you’re all thinking “Roman! You haven’t written anything in a month, what’s going on?” First, valid question. Second, dear GOD where do I start.

Let’s keep things simple. This past month has been the literal definition of hell for me. Everything started off fairly normal, until my two remaining grandparents started having frequent hospital trips. My father spent most of his time caring for them, living mostly at their house. Given that he works most in our house, he wasn’t having an easy time. He ended up developing what his doctor said was “stress tremors”, to the point that he went on disability.

Well, even after my grandparents were a bit more stable (though still on close watch)... they continued anyway. Eventually it got so bad my mother drove him to the hospital one night and what do you know, brain tumor.

Queue several days of our family wondering what the everloving fuck we’d do without my Dad. It was several days of my dear mother (note the sarcasm) trying to control everything, my brother trying to continue school, and me taking care of the house and our pets.

We got the scans back not long after and, cue sigh of relief, the tumor was benign. It still seemed to be draining the life out of my father, though. The nurses and doctors were absolutely floored because his tumor was absolutely huge but he had no headaches. Imagine a baseball in your head. Yeah, exactly. He did however stare at the wall for hours and had a hard time getting out more than a few words. It’s probably one of my most heartbreaking memories to watch the strongest person I’ve ever known reduced to a husk on a hospital bed.

Brain surgery came soon after. He made it through and is currently in recovery. He’s speaking actual sentences, though he’s still got tremors and needs a lot of help. Still, I’m just happy to have my father.

That same week, we noticed my cat acting off. We have two of them and my cat, Gallifrey, is a talkative sweetheart who’s attached to me at the hip. But he was meowing differently and acting weird and all around not normal. One vet visit later and we find out he has kidney disease and pancreatitis. He’s being treated for it (new food, possible meds, regular fluid injections, etc.), but he’s still not himself yet. Talk about my life falling apart. This on its own my family couldn’t even begin to afford. The government seems to hate disabled people and paying for numerous doctor’s visits wasn’t remotely in our paper thin budget, much less the meds and treatment.

It was a lot all at once, and not even close to what we expected. Gallifrey is only 7 and my father didn’t show the typical signs of a brain tumor. So, I guess the universe thought “Y’know, this is a perfect time to kick Roman in the fucking balls”.

Routine testosterone blood test, just monitoring… until I got a call from the doctor. Turns out I have some untreated issues that none of my previous doctors caught. In fact, the only reason she caught it was because it was so severe. According to her she was shocked I’m still up and kicking and not in the hospital for a blood transfusion. Apparently my red blood cell count and oxygen level is insanely low, and she asked me to take a Covid test (negative), so it turns out it’s a completely different issue. I’m still in the process of diagnosing it, so that was a fun little addition. With my chronic pain and my mother in denial, I sleep most of the day and am in constant pain the entire time.

I’ll be real, I’m not a fan of asking for money. It’s not something I like, but it’s something I have to do. The amount of treatment we need, my dad, Gallifrey, and me, is more than we can hope to afford on our salaries (thank you, American healthcare!). The medical process in this country is a joke.

I’m asking y’all to help me out. Sharing, donating, whatever. Everyone around me has been kind and supportive, and I'm beyond thankful for that. If you can’t donate, please send it, share it, do whatever, I'll take absolutely anything. If I’m honest? The number I’m asking still won’t cover it, but anything is helpful.

Thank you for reading this far, thank you for sharing, for donating, for being kind, for absolutely everything.

I also understand that the internet is a horrible, despicable place, so I can give any breakdowns of what the money would be used for and give any medical info (not releasing family names or locations) to provide proof. The page includes a lovely little x-ray of my father’s head so you get to see the absolute insanity. If this isn’t enough please let me know and I can link anything else needed to confirm that yes, I am actually having the worst time of my life.

All in all? Thank you.

Donate here if you can <3

[miyos-multiverse-express]

Pelipper mail! To Tohru!

A nightmare! Its not yours!

You're in the drama club room, cleaning as many surfaces as you can, sorting as many props as you can, blaring vocaloid from your phone, all to drown out your thoughts.

You don't like being alone with your thoughts. They just remind you how nothing is permanent, how useless you are without your Persona, how badly you miss him, how you don't even know you are anymore. There's also the matter of how the silhouette on the Midnight Channel looks a lot like you, which your brain has been tormenting you with. But its not like you'll get kidnapped. At least, you hope not. And even if you did, it can't be as bad as last time... right? Right.

A knock at the door reminds you why you were staying after today in the first place. Right, you needed to sign for some theater props. You rush to the door, leaving your phone on the desk, and answer it.

"I'm Akira Kurusu, I'm supposed to sign for the theater props." Its funny how naturally that name fell off your tongue. Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if you would forget your real name.

The delivery man looked a bit shocked, before nodding. "Of course it would be you."

Huh. Weird way to say that.

The man hands you a clipboard, before asking you to "Sign here."

You freeze for a moment, your wrists beginning to ache, and you blink away visions of a police officer in uniform in a grey interrogation room.

The man nods, and asks you a question. "Hey, could you do me a favor and help me move the box here? My buddy's out sick, and you look strong enough to carry it."

You nod. "Of course I can."

You prop open the door with a rock, so you don't lock yourself out, before heading to the truck.

The man tells you that "you'll know the box when you see it", which isn't very helpful.

You enter the back of the truck, and notice that you, in fact, do not know the box when you see it. Oddly enough, there seemed to be a TV in there as well.

You turn around to ask which box you're supposed to get, before you hear the truck door close and lock shut, as the light from outside completely disappears. Your eyes widen, and you hear the man's voice. "Sorry, I can't let you leave. I need to save you."

"Eat shit," you respond, before charging at him. Unfortunately, you trip over a box, and land pretty badly on your arm. Ow. You also feel something fall out of your pockets. Hopefully it wasn't anything important.

You flick on Third Eye, and are helpfully informed by the red outline that the man is more powerful than you. Thanks, magical eyeball power.

You roll and scramble to your feet, dodging the man's swipe at you, before you jab him in the kidney and rush to the door.

Your hands reach your pockets, and you realize that the thing that fell out of your pockets was important, it was all your lockpicks. Shit. You rattle the handle uselessly. Fucking fantastic. A Phantom Thief foiled by a fucking locked door.

In a last ditch attempt to get out of this situation, you bang and the door and scream. "HELP—HELP ME I'M—mmmmphhh!"

You can feel some sort of cloth covering your nose and mouth, and you smell nothing but chemicals. It burns into your nose and eyes, and you can feel everything getting dizzy and fuzzy.

Yet you still struggle with everything you have, trying to get this fucking rag off your face. Though, it was pretty useless, as your arms and legs started feeling more and more like jelly. After a couple more seconds, your legs give out from under you, and you hit the ground. You start to lose consciousness, but before you do, you see the face of the delivery man, and you think you recognize him. Wasn't he that city council secretary...?

It doesn't really matter. Everything goes black shortly after.

Tohru: (shitfuck damn it why did it have to be about fucking Namatame-)

Miyo: You, uh. You good?

Tohru: (having flashbacks please hold.)

Miyo: What - OH RIGHT. Uh. Physical contact yes/no?

Tohru: (Mmmm yes I think.)