#your boy officially lost it wooooo

[medusas-graveyard]

Unhealthy Obsession.

Okay wait actually, remembering how it took a while for Pariah Dark to get sealed off just means that they were some bending in his sworn oath, right?

Okay another angst prompt, consider; softly insane! Danny.

(Tw: Dark!Danny, morally ambiguous? No one's having a great time tbh but like it's poetically soft imo. Also our boy's officially lost it :∆ his words are cryptic.)

Final warning: This is depressingly sad for Danny's part, sure. But he's also unjustified so I'll classify this as [Dead Dove: Do not eat]

Danny's adopted by the Waynes just like, a bit little short time before his coronation (also he's around 16-18 years old because I'm dragging the desperate for validation because he never felt seen unless someone praises him trope). At that time span he's this very rarely seen brother that's absolutely trying his best between juggling his very impromptu 'how to be a proper monarch' lessons (read: the ancients drilling manors, rules, oaths, etc to his poor head because they don't want a repeat Pariah Dark) and being a present family members because he genuinely loves them. (They know about the vigilante stuff and the Waynes understandably backed away from convincing him, seeing how Danny already has shit ton on his plate.)

Until one day something big happens that almost ended the world, and Bruce dies. It was just him and his dad there, with no other bird or bat in sight. No one knew yet— no one needs to know. Kronos' carefully crafted human, no— prince finally shatters after all the pressure, and all he thinks is how unfair the world has been to him.

It's a very, very slow descent to insanity, what he had been through.

He lost so much, he won't lose anything again. And amidst the eerie scenery of a prince cradling the body of his father, was the sight of himself stitching him back together— giving him a new life. He whispered apologies after apologies to the unconscious man; and for a second Kronos would've pitied him.

Except he didn't. He knew he can't.

After all the chaos they finally had each other again, and Danny stood contently as he watched Alfred personally tend to his family's wounds, big or small. He also watched as his family bicker with each other after all they've been through, and realized something; all of this will die.

Alfred, Bruce, his brothers, Cass and Steph— they're all painfully mortal. He'll outlive his family, and in the end he'll be alone. He doesn't want to be left alone.

And what is to do when you realize your family is painfully, awfully mortal?

...you either curse them with immortality, or place a generational curse on them so you'll all meet in every life, of course! (Oh, did I mention about cursing your family so they'll all get reincarnated everytime they die to make them find each other by everytime?)

... except these curses are incredibly forbidden, because they go against the nature of life and death.

Which leads to the sight of Danny being cuffed from his neck, his arms, his wrists, and his legs. His expression is deadly calm, he smiles softly contrast to the Waynes that are watching in horror. He watches as his family's face contorts to something unreadable when his captors reads over his charges, and he couldn't bring himself to feel remorse.

"By the name of the Infinite realms, Prince Phantom is sentence to imprisonment, for the charges of tempering with the cycle of life and breaking the Royal oath."

"He will be serving until the day of his coronation by the terms of the infinite realms, under the watchful gaze of the ghost of time. The guilty may be there farewells before they are sent to their sentence."

Danny smiles at them; soft but undeniably cruel. He bows at them, like how he would bow on days where his father would teach him how to ballroom dance.

"this is not a goodbye, it is merely a see you later." He starts, voice full of merit. "May we meet again, and may the circumstances of our next meeting a better one."

His smile turns sharper then, the contrast between it and his soft eyes sends an unpleasant shiver. "For our destiny are tied, and our Fates will overlap with each other."

"You cannot change our destiny. For the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, and our bond has tied us together."

"None of you will run from me— none of you can run from me."

"Because I will chase you down and hunt you until our family is complete."

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 296: Ngl, This One Pissed Me Off

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all, “p.s. I actually activated yet another quirk several chapters ago when Kacchan got stabbed.” Compress was all, “[gets captured and passes out].” Spinner was all “[rifles through Tomura’s pockets and slaps a random Charbroiled Hand onto his friend’s unconscious face].” Tomura was all, “SOMEHOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKED” and woke up again, except it wasn’t really him, it was everyone’s favorite Final Villain, AFO. AFO was all, “time to escape finally” and summoned a bunch of Noumu and Absconded with Spinner and the DabiMarble in tow. Skeptic was all, “Horikoshi forgot I existed, but I’m actually Absconding in marble-form as well.” Deku was all, “ATTENTION WORLD, I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I OFFICIALLY WANT TO SAVE SHIGARAKI TOMURA.” And then the arc just sort of ended lol.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all, “but when you think about it, do we really need literally any female teachers at U.A. at all?” and for whatever reason doesn’t stop to wait for an answer. Midnight, who absolutely did not need to die, Dies, and I’m pissed about it. Ochako wanders the ruins of Jakku for what feels like hours, rescuing small children while her adult hero compatriots fall to pieces around her, because apparently the U.A. kids really are the only people who have their shit together. The citizens of Japan are all “damn that’s wild, wonder how fucked we are now,” but are actually super casual and chill about it which is oddly realistic. The chapter ends with AFO in Tartarus being all “lol time for the prison break arc,” without giving us so much as a chance to catch our breath, like holy shit. Are we on the clock or something now, goddamn.

lmao it’s like 7pm on a Sunday night and this is out already. this is like the worst possible timing lol. there goes my nice, relaxed evening. unless of course this turns out to be a nice, restful, soothing chapter, as chapters coming on the heels of traumatic, earth-shattering battles so often are. yeah, break out the Pina Colada song and the little drink umbrellas, I got a good feeling about this one

(ETA: I mean, I was obviously being sarcastic here but damn, Horikoshi.)

-- fff why did I laugh

it’s the crumbling city ruins in the background that really does it, I think. JUST LOOK AT THIS MESS THAT YOU HAVE MADE, EVERYONE. FOR SHAME

also, the title is dramatic af and I am so fucking excited you guys, like holy shit. BnHA’s In-Between arcs have always been my favorite part of the series, because it’s when all the character development and angst and/or catharsis happens. just, those little breathing spaces in between the action when everyone gathers to recuperate and compartmentalize their fresh new traumas lmao. bring on that angst!! but also, let’s please have some Comfort to offset all of this Hurt too, please and thanks

blah blah blah so the survivors were evacuated, good good, can you actually show us though?

AHHHHHHH

PIXIE BOB SURVIVED!!!! WASH IS STILL ALIVE LMAO HOW. THIRTEEN’S FACE, OMG SHOULD I LOOK AWAY. IS IT LIKE MANDALORIAN RULES. IDK HOW IT WORKS

HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY ALIVE. LOLS ANYWAY I’M HERE FOR IT. FEEL FREE NOT TO KILL ANYONE ELSE HERE HORIKOSHI, I THINK WE’RE GOOD

(ETA: it’s like talking to a brick wall.)

oh my god do we really need exposition about how the heroes tried to stop TomurAFO from escaping and OF COURSE failed completely because they suck lmao. oh my god I am shocked, that is such shocking news

wow they only managed to defeat three of the Noumus. holy shit. again, all of the Not-Kid Heroes are only slightly more useful than cardboard cutouts of heroes at this point, MORE AT ELEVEN

so Tomura may have lost the PLF, but he still more or less has an army then, huh. I really don’t know how anyone could expect a timeskip with that threat looming over everyone’s heads

oh nvm lol there are only seven Noumus left. wait so you’re telling me there were only ten Nearly High Ends in that last chapter?? felt more like fifty but whatever lol I’ll take your word for it

COMPRESS YAY YOU’RE ALIVE TOO

MAYBE THEY CAN EVEN REATTACH HIS ASS. I’M SERIOUS LOL, BECAUSE HE STILL HAS IT, DOESN’T HE? OR IF NOT, THEY CAN REBUILD HIM WITH A PROSTHETIC ASS. he’ll be more powerful than ever

WHAAAAAAT YEAH BOIIIII

WOOO, EDGESHOT, WOOOOO. THAT’S HIS WAY OF THE NINJA

YEAHHHHH SUCK IT, PLF

(ETA: for the record I don’t think Cementoss is dead here, just badly wounded. if he had died he would have been included in the forthcoming In Memoriam page along with the others.)

GET BENT LOL. TRUMPET I FOR REAL FORGOT YOU EVEN EXISTED. I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU LOSERS AGAIN PLEASE. ONLY INTERESTING CHARACTERS MAY PROCEED PAST THIS POINT

dsflksaldkh;l

that’s... holy shit. that’s a bigass mansion, that’s what that is. also so does this mean there are still eighty thousand PLF members still at large, because that’s a plot line I very much do not care about in any way whatsoever lol. can’t we just retcon to say that Re-Destro was exaggerating? I mean hell, a CEO criminal pulling some Enron-type bullshit is pretty believable, isn’t it? those poor bamboozled shareholders

“makeste, here’s an idea, what if you scrolled down to read the rest of the page” lol gtfo of here with your logic and your sense

well those 132 people have made it onto my enemies list, but at least it sounds like they more or less took care of the rest. good riddance

and Toga escaped, as we knew already, and is now on the lam. hopefully she reunites with the League again at some point. although her doing her own thing could also be very interesting. idk what I want lol

anyway so there’s another big panel showing how fucked up the city is, just in case it hadn’t already been hammered into our skulls yet. there’s a car dangling off a roof somehow. how does that even happen. did Machia pick it up and put it there or

NOOO OMG RANDOM SMALL CHILDREN IN PERIL WHAT IS THIS

OCHAKO PLEASE SAVE THEM OMG

“if it falls on me, I want you to have my Endeavor pouch” OH MY STARS. HIS MOST PRECIOUS POSSESSION. NO MY CHILD YOU CAN’T GIVE UP HOPE YET

LMAO

“FOR THE LAST TIME NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR DUSTY-ASS POUCH, KYLE” fffff these children are dying and I am cracking up so hard my eyes are tearing up what is wrong with me

YAY THEY SAVED THEM

but listen. not that I don’t love seeing the girls kick ass, because you know I do. but I also really, REALLY need to know what’s going down with the Musketeers, and I’m not looking forward to waiting three whole weeks for that so please Horikoshi. please hurry this along so we can get to them

goddamn it Tsuyu is saying she’ll take the boy to the shelter to get first aid, and I was all “okay great because that’s probably where Kacchan and the others are too”, but now someone else is shouting for help and Ochako’s all “I’ll go” and it’s like OKAY BUT PLEASE? this chapter is already more than half over omfg. ‘bout to start wringing some hands here

oh my god

is this Toga again??? WHAT THE HELL, THIS CREEPYASS HALF-DEAD DUDE BETTER BE LEADING UP TO SOMETHING INTERESTING, I AM REALLY GETTING IMPATIENT

OR, I GUESS, WE COULD DO THIS INSTEAD

“SO AS IT TURNS OUT, NOT EVERY CHARACTER WHO NEEDS HELP SAVING THEIR SPOUSE FROM FALLEN RUBBLE IS ACTUALLY TOGA IN DISGUISE” HUH, OKAY. DULY NOTED. FILED AWAY FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

but fucking... okay, look. I love Ochako, I do. but I like her a whole lot more when she’s interacting with other characters I actually care about, as opposed to running around in the rubble rescuing random people while the fate of my other children is still up in the air. like okay, I get it, shit’s bad, now if you don’t mind we really don’t have to spend all day here though

...anyways but nope, we’re still staying with her. she’s bouncing around rescuing all of these other people. omg. I literally have no patience here at all and it’s terrible, I know, but oh my god

omg finally something interesting is happening!!

look at that, an adult hero standing around being useless while the kids are busy getting shit done. why is this becoming a recurring theme

MY DUDE, THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT THE TIME THOUGH

I GET THAT IT’S OVERWHELMING AND THAT YOU’RE TRAUMATIZED AND SHIT, BUT GUESS WHAT, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE. THAT’S WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR. JUST LOOK AT OCHAKO! SHE’S SO EXHAUSTED HER HAIR HAS EVEN LOST ITS FLOOF, AND YET SHE’S STILL OUT HERE DOING HER BEST. ONE SAVE AT A TIME MY MAN. GET IT DONE. LITERALLY A SMALL CHILD IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT CALLING FOR THEIR MOMMY AND YOU’RE JUST STANDING THERE ALL “WAHH IT’S TOO MUCH” LIKE COULD YOU PLEASE POSTPONE YOUR CRISIS UNTIL AFTER YOU SAVE THEM PLEASE

OH MY GOD

MAYBE YOU SHOULD!! oh my god I really cannot, like wow. oh no I actually have to save people and do my job, god forbid. jesus christ, at least the other heroes tried. but Moping Hero: Bellyache here is just throwing in the towel and fuck everyone who still needs his help I guess. you are like the anti-Deku my dude

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO OH FUCK

THAT’S MIDNIGHT’S HAND OH FU -- SHE BETTER NOT -- HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD --

I’M GONNA LOSE IT I REALLY AM!!!!

HOLY SHIT HOW INTENSE OF A RAGE DO I NEED TO BRACE MYSELF TO BE FEELING HERE. THIS CHAPTER WAS ALREADY TRENDING TOWARDS DISAPPOINTMENT, DO WE REALLY NEED TO GO AND COMPOUND THAT

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

you’re telling me Tomura wasn’t brought back by that electric shock, but by his “fuck you” attitude? why are you explaining this to us now, again??

......

HEY, SO UM, FUCK ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THOUGH. (: OH MAN. OHHHHHH MAN. I HAVE... I HAVE GOT A LOT OF WORDS FOR THIS AND HERE ARE SOME OF THEM

FUCK

THINGS THAT SHOULD BE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO “SOME BULLSHIT”: THIS

FUCK

GET FUCKED HORIKOSHI

AND ALSO PLEASE FUCK RIGHT OFF!!

AND SERIOUSLY THOUGH FUCK YOU

NO BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THOUGH!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED OFF ANYONE. LITERALLY ANY CHARACTER. YOU HAD TWELVE FEMALE PROS. TWELVE. YOU COULD HAVE MADE MORE OF THEM. PROBABLY, IF THERE ACTUALLY WERE SUPERHEROES IN REAL LIFE, THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN TWELVE OF THEM IN AN ENTIRE NATION. BUT NO, YOU WERE ALL “TWELVE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.” AND THEN WHEN IT CAME TIME TO KILL PEOPLE OFF, YOU WERE ALL “WELL ALL RIGHT THEN, LET’S SEE, I PICK... THESE 18 RANDOM SIDE CHARACTERS WITH LITTLE TO NO DIALOGUE, PLUS THE ONE SINGLE FEMALE U.A. STAFF MEMBER WE ACTUALLY HAD. YEAH THAT OUGHTA DO IT”

AND BY THE WAY, HORIKOSHI, I PICKED SOMETHING UP FOR YOU ON MY WAY HOME, HERE IT IS, ┌П┐(・＿・) do you like it it was on sale. I saw it and was like, “Horikoshi would really like that.” so there you go. sorry it wasn’t gift-wrapped

p.s. I hope y’all can tell that that’s supposed to be a middle finger and not... something else lmao. er. anyway

(ETA: so I got a few asks from people who were really put off by this part of the reaction post, and so I’m just adding an extra note here to make it clear that I do not actually wish harm on Horikoshi in any way or even particularly dislike him. I wasn’t happy about Midnight’s death and I wanted to convey that, and so I went with my usual LOUD CAPSLOCK REACTION tone, but looking back on it I can see that it’s kind of a lot, lol. 

so just to be clear, the “fuck you” stuff is almost entirely tongue-in-cheek. that’s on me, I forget sometimes that there are people who share these sentiments unironically and so I didn’t think to make sure my intended meaning here was clear. anyways, killing Midnight was still a really problematic decision for numerous reasons but it is what it is. Horikoshi is not perfect, the story isn’t perfect, and I’m not gonna pretend like it is, but again just to be clear, I don’t harbor any actual ill will toward Horikoshi here.)

shit. and wow this man really went and killed off fucking Mystic too on top of that. have you ever seen a character fail so spectacularly at living up to their hype. r.i.p. Mystic you were like the Star Wars sequel of characters

(ETA: I have no fucking idea why I keep thinking Majestic’s name is Mystic lol. rest in peace you old scarecrowy bastard.)

and poor Momo, though. fuck. lost two mentors in a single day. and do not even get me started on Aizawa holy shit

so now we’re cutting to some random townspeople who are gossiping about the Todoroki drama. this is actually interesting in spite of my newfound determination to hate this chapter lol

ngl I am kind of heartened to see that not everyone fell for Dabi’s bs hook line and sinker though. Jeanist returning from the dead literally two seconds after Dabi was all “I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A VILLAIN THAT HAWKS MURDERED HIM” probably helped with that a bit! but there will doubtless be many other people who do believe him, or are at least still inclined to side-eye the heroes in general either way given how much they sucked in this arc. very, very interesting

so it seems though that even more than the whole Endeavor reveal, at the end of the day it’s going to be the heroes failing to live up to their end of the “put your faith in us and let us use our quirks and in return we’ll protect everyone and keep them safe” implied social contract that’s going to have the biggest impact on people’s opinions moving forward. basically this was always going to be a disaster no matter what

OH MY GOD FINALLY AHHHHH

Horikoshi really tapped into some of the real-life political energy of the past few years huh. Fuck Him Still for killing off Midnight, but I will admit that so far this is hella intriguing and I am really, really curious to see where things go from here

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE KIDS FROM THE BABYSITTING ARC

“FIVE PEEPEE MAN WOULDN’T LIE TO US” YES CHILDREN YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. at least the little ones still have faith

UM

 ( •̀ へ •́  )

that’s great. that’s really keen. all we need right now, amirite

GOOD FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT

let’s just wait for him to explain what he feels. you know he likes to drag it out

is that Dabi crouched down there next to Spinner? looks like they got him out of the marble after all. but why has his hair changed colors again lol what

anyways. your turn to what??

:’) excuse me what

hahahaha are you fucking kidding me. and that’s where we’re going to end the chapter then. lol okay

so let’s recap. Midnight died. we spent ten hours watching Ochako dig people out of rubble for no apparent reason and were then introduced to my new least favorite character, and because Ochako is so nice she didn’t even punch him in the face even though she really should have. we did not get any Kacchan or Shouto. we got one panel of Deku, who is Finally Asleep. and the chapter ended with AFO ordering his Noumus to go set free, AND I QUOTE, HIS “MAIN BODY.” and now I gotta wait an entire week for Caleb’s translation to confirm that last part. omg

but it sounds like a prison break is imminent, which is very, very interesting. ...and actually, is it weird that I’m actually rooting for it to be a success? I have no idea what this guy is planning, but I do know that as long as the main part of his soul is still residing in Tomura’s body, Tomura’s chance of surviving the series is close to zero. and villain though he may be, I’m still rooting for his redemption (nice to have Deku on my side now too), and so yeah. so like if AFO feels like using some latent Exorcism Quirk or something that he’s been saving for just such an occasion, be my guest lol

meanwhile this doesn’t bode well for All Might though. or anyone else aside from Tomura, really. shiiiit

anyway. [slaps roof of chapter] this baby can fit so much bullshit in it

[ssixa]

Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, idol au

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 995 words

Warning: explicit language

A/n: yet again I’m working and uploading this while I’m in the middle of lecture. Nothing crazy to add though. Ngl that I’m actually kinda satisfied with how the collage turned out this time.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Four

A whole week passes by and it was just as uneventful and repetitive. My life is really basic, all I ever do is work and go back home (until school starts, then it’s just school, work, and home). I attend my other part time job and deal with a bunch of Karens (both male and female) who refuse to wear their masks, getting asked a lot of questions that I have no idea how to answer, so and so forth. The weeks always pass by quickly since all I do is work, so I wasn’t surprised that at a blink of an eye, I’m back at the hospital. Nothing different happens when walking into work at the hospital...well accept for almost tripping over air walking out of the parking deck. We’re not gonna talk about it.

When I reach the front desk, one of the nurses gets my attention,

“Hey y/n, there’s a note here left for you. Must be from the manager” she mentions. I’m not that taken back since the manager has left notes for me before. I walk to the desk and grab the slip. Like always, my name graces the front of the folded paper. I open it and start reading,

“Dear y/n,

I was hoping that I would have the chance to keep in contact with you after our short, yet memorable, encounter. Though I can’t promise we would ever cross paths I decided to just not leave everything up to chance (you don’t seem like the sappy type to believe in such shit). Anyways, hope to hear from you soon!

Love, your soon to be favorite member, Mark”

I couldn’t believe it, Mark wrote me the sweetest little letter AND he left me his kakao contact. Is that even allowed? Won’t he get in trouble? Maybe his manager gave him permission, but even then it’s such a big risk. Forget it, this is probably one of the best things that has ever happened in my life.

Though the anticipation is there, I wasn’t able to contact Mark until Monday morning. Yes, I know, over twenty four hours, but it was torture not being able to message Mark for that long. Both the shifts were ridiculously crazy and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was sleep. When Monday morning rolled around, I added Mark’s contact and spent a little too long pondering on what my first message should be. Then it came to me, why am I freaking out about this when we’ve met before and have held full conversations with each other, this shouldn’t be difficult. Ok, here we go,

“Hi...it’s y/n, um, your tech” I message.

…

“Who is this? I think you have the wrong contact” the reply came only after a few minutes that felt like hours.

“Oh god he doesn’t remember, wow, I guess it was all just too good to be true” I think-panic to myself.

“OMG I’M SO SORRY!! MY FRIEND GAVE ME THEIR CONTACT AND I GUESS I ADDED THE WRONG ID!!!” I reply in a haist.

“OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT HAHAHAHA!!” Mark replied. I could just imagine him laughing hysterically by himself. I really hate him.

“I hate you so much Mark Tuan.” I surely hope he sensed my anger through that message.

“Oh, no more mr. Tuan? I kinda liked it” I sense the smirk through the message.

“You lost the privilege once you stopped being a patient Mark, you weirdo” I message back.

“Ooo with the insults, I thought we were more than just patient and tech” Mark replies. My heart sped up a little, but then I realized who I was talking to.

“Well I thought you were just a patient who got bored and I happened to be an easy target?” I sassed.

“Fair enough, well how about this, ‘y/n the tech’ will you be my friend?” Mark asks.

“Hmmmm~”

“Oh c’mon y/n, pplllleeeaasseee” Mark begs. Oh do I like the sound of that. He’s always teasing me so even if this is a fake beg, I’ll still take it.

“Oh fine, yes Mark, we can officially be friends” I reply.

“WOOOOO!!”

“Unfortunately I only just got off of work and I don’t think I can stay up much longer” I mentioned.

“Awe really? Well I understand. Get some rest, don’t forget to dream of me” he replies with a winking emoji.

“Trust me, if I could control my dreams I would much rather choose my bias than you’re annoying ass” I reply sassily.

“Ooooo~ so you have a mouth on you too. You’re just full of surprises huh? But imma have to tell JB that, I bet he would be happy to hear it coming straight from a fan’s mouth...well...kinda” he said with a slyness.

“I really hate when I type faster than my brain processes, I’m going to regret this later won’t I?” I reply with a sigh

“Oh most definitely, but don’t worry I won’t tell him. We’re friends right? I don’t want to start off on a bad foot” he said with confidence

“Well aren’t you sweet, hahaha but really thanks. I would much prefer to be friends with all the boys. I’m really not over how I’ve gotten to talk to all of you and even be able to call you my friend. Hopefully we can all get closer...wow that sounds cheesy, sorry” I message with my heart on my sleeve. Wow, I’m really making myself vulnerable with him. I definitely know I’m going to regret that.

“I’m glad we got to meet each other too even if the circumstances were a bit hard. Who knew I would run into ‘fan turn to friend’ in the most unlikely of places...btw didn’t you say you were going to sleep? That was like an hour ago?” he mentions

…

“y/n?”

…

“My new friend?” he continues,

…

“Sleep well beautiful”

“*message deleted*”

“Sleep well dummy”

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A/N: thanks for reading chapter 4! sorry that this isn’t the traditional way of doing text message convos when you’re writing them, but hopefully it still makes sense. 

[tearsinmysoupp]

LET GO BY AVRIL WAS THE BEST ALBUM OF ALL TIME F PITCHFORK

Hey all,

I wish I could be a little less cliche with the whole tumblr thing, but this is what it is, and this is where we are, soooooooooooooooo sometimes you have to take a deep breathe and say “yolo I am making a tumblr.”

Where are we today? My Dad’s at this very moment. But sheesh. To tell everyone the truth, I have no fucking clue how we got here. And by “here,” I mean HERE. (RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW.) 

Life is feeling very strange right now and I am sorry this is in blog format instead of LIVE on periscope. I suck. I know, ok? So try to forgive me. 

So let’s just talk here, and catch up on WTF is newwwwwwwwwwwwww

Well things have been CHAOTIC to say the least. I have every middle aged person who attended my graduation (with the exception of my mother) at my Dad’s house breathing down my neck, so I know what you must be thinking: “TARYN!!!!! NOOOOO, WHAT IS IT LIKE TO NOT HAVE THE SPACE NEEDED TO FULLY EXPRESS YOURSELF ON PERISCOPE?!?!HOW ARE YOU SURVIVING WITHOUT YOUR ART?!?!?” 

GUYS, let me tell you THIS: it has been incredibly challenging not having the proper space or time to CREATE my art. It has been hard having people come to basically babysit my 22 year old ass. Pathetic, I know. 

But sometimes you have lupus and a weird tick borne infection (BARTONELLA) that impact your mental health come up and you need the extra help, so you just have to pat yourself on the back and remember that BENJAMIN BUTTON had it worse than you. (spoiler alert: the guy literally is born an old man and reverses as he ages and eventually becomes A BABY!!!!!! which totally sucks. I feel for the guy.)

Sorry for the caps guys.. Really just trying emphasize how humiliating this is in a semi-humorous/self deprecating way. But in all seriousness, this EXPERIENCE has been so humbling. From panic attacks in parking lots to not being able to talk to crazy hives, I have been living it up in ways I hope to never live through again.

So what have I been doing with all of my time? Now that I am officially unemployed or #takingaleaveofabsencefromwork, I have been feeling pretty fucking weird. No school, no work, just me. WOW. And my family .. wooooo. turn up. 

Last couple days has been managing my allergic reaction and I had to go off my antibiotics, so that was damage control and as a result I felt foggy and weirdly more depressed than usual, so that SUCKED. 

Yesterday, things got back to normal as far as feeling like myself even though my right eye was still a little puffy from the allergic reaction from hell. Things being better as far as my mental health goes were a result of me taking my antibiotics, which is pretty crazy when you think: “my anti-FUCKING-biotics” are making me SANE. And let me clarify, these antibiotics are not just making me SANE, but I haven't felt even a little bit of anxiety while on them, which would lead one to suspect that my issues with my mental health were not rooted in my “psyche,” instead, these issues were part of a disease process #TURNTHEFUP !!!

Ok but continuing.. WHAT DO I DO??!?!?! 2 days into this thing so far. Today, I found myself being fucking furious with pitchfork. I hate to say it, but pitchfork is the worst. They do album reviews where they rate an album 0-10, which is problematic, because art, music, whatever IS SUBJECTIVE, and it is based on who is fucking consuming it, so to RATE something 0-10 is so backwards and stupid that UGH!!!!!!! 

And this is not even the worst part... JUST wait for it guys. So I kind of lost my shit when I saw this: Avril Lavigne’s album Let Go in 2002, the one with Sk8r boi, complicated, I’m with you, ECT was rated a 6.6 by some girl in DECEMBER 2018..... I know guys. Try to contain your rage, because I know this is complete bullshit. 

For some reason, Pitchfork feels the need to have an opinion on everything, so it is reviewing influential albums of the past and rating them NOW? There is so much wrong here that I need to stop talking about it because my BLOOD PRESSURE IS THROUGH THE ROOF!!!!!! (jk but I am getting heated) “LET GO by AVRIL WAS THE BEST ALBUM OF ALL TIME”-KANYE

But seriously, someone on Pitchfork gave Greta Van Fleet a 1.6, which to be real was a unfair rating of their album, but yeah, Pitchfork can be the kiss of death to smaller groups who are just getting started. Good news is that Greta Van Fleet had a solid fan base who rejected Pitchfork’s review, so they are all good. Also, things really do not get scored at like a 1.6. Like Pitchfork sucks but not THAT BAD, so I wouldn't be surprised if the author of that review did that to personally spite that group or someone in that band lmao. DAYM #DRAMAALERT

Moving on my friends, I got lit off of that. So I hate Pitchfork. THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG. 

Talking about something I do like: James Blake’s new album “Assume Form.”   Prior to this release, his albums focused on feelings of isolation or alienation whereas this one centers on intimacy, so unsurprisingly it is unlike anything he has put out before. QUITE THE PLOT TWIST. Would highly recommend “Power on.” Blake is able to capture a feeling or situation that feels familiar while also having vocals that sound like butter.

POWER ON LYRICS: 

“I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong I thought I'd never find my place, but I was wrong And where I least wanted to look, it came along I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong I thought it mattered more I'd say, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome I was wrong, power on, power on

Have you ever coexisted (Power on) So easily? Let's go home and talk shit about everyone Let's go home, finally”

HERE IS THE LINK TO THIS SONG 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZe3mq9EJ90 -------------------

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With Love, From the Cayman Islands

Louis and Harry had a beautiful destination wedding on the Cayman Islands. On their first anniversary, they took a trip back to the Cayman Islands. On their fifth anniversary, they bought a beautiful house on a private property in the Cayman Islands. And on Harry's birthday in the Cayman Islands, Harry surprised LOUIS and told him he was pregnant. The Cayman Islands hold such a special place in Harry's heart and that's probably why he decided to give birth there. He's always wanted a home birth and he really wants the birth of their child to be a private thing between the two of them. Since they are huge celebrities, not really any part of their lives are private which is why when Harry was only five months along, they set off to their house in the Cayman Islands. They managed to keep his pregnancy hidden from the media and Harry plans on giving birth here. He's had his midwife flown out as much as needed to check on him and everything has gone off without a hitch. It's not that Harry really wanted to keep such a big part of his life such a secret from their fans. It's just-he and Louis never get to have any parts of their lives private. From the time they came out together, nearly everything has been filmed. All their dates, when Louis proposed, even their wedding was on TV. So it's really nice living rather under the radar in the Cayman Islands. They've even gotten to go to dinner together unnoticed here and it's been so refreshing. They miss their families but each side has flown out various times and both Harry and Louis promised that when little Adeline Lee made her arrival, they'd call them to fly out immediately. Waking up this morning, Harry feels immediately different. His belly feels more tense, with a dull cramping sensation washing over him in waves every few minutes. He feels immense pressure in his hips and can tell his belly has dropped. He couldn't sleep well last night, the urge to pee sending him to the bathroom and slight cramps radiating over his belly making almost every position uncomfortable. He smiles slightly as he feels his opening spasming and the baby within him give a small wiggle, foot far below his belly button now. He knows today is officially the day. His stomach isn't as tight as it should be so he knows it'll be a while but he wakes Louis anyway. "You ok, babe?" Louis mumbles sleepily into his pillow. Harry smiles and grabs his hand. "Feel." Louis sits up. "Your belly feels tense." Harry nods. "I don't think those were Braxton hicks last night. I couldn't sleep all night, I've been cramping and they've continued all morning." "This is it?" Harry nods with a smile. "This is it!" "So..what do we do? What do you need, love? Are you hurting?" Harry shrugs. "Only a bit. Mostly just feels really tight right now. I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk on the beach with me? Walking is supposed to get things really underway." Louis smiles. "Sure, that sounds nice. Need help getting dressed?" Harry giggles. "No I've got it. You just dress yourself. Harry's just pulling his shirt over his head when he feels another cramp building. This one is a bit more intense, making him stop and grab onto the dresser. "Harry?" "Hmmm...hmmm...wooooo..." Harry's face scrunches and his lips pucker as he breathes through the wave of pain washing over his rounded belly, "Wooo..." He rubs the sides of his tense bump before rubbing towards the front. Louis rushes over to him and holds him steady from behind, helping him breathe through the contraction. He feels him relax and smile. "Intensifying?" "Yeah..that one actually hurt a bit." "Still up for that walk?" "Of course, yeah. You ready?" "I am." The pair begins walking through the sand toward the ocean, hand in hand. Harry's stomach contracts again just as they are stepping off the pier. He grips onto the bannister and Louis stops when he feels Harry no longer walking beside him. He lets go of Harry's hand and stands in front of him, placing his hands to Harry's tense belly and rubs in large circles, using the other hand to push back the short curls blowing in Harry's face. Harry's face stays scrunched as the contraction washes over him and Louis frowns, feeling his belly quiver and contort beneath his hand. "Hohhh...." Harry exhales sharply, pressing his face onto his fisted hand. "Doing great, love. Are you ok?" Louis hums, continuing to rub. "Starting to wane now?" Louis asks as he feels Harry's belly growing softer. Harry hisses but nods. Louis continues to rub over his belly until the contraction fades. "Everything ok?" Harry exhales, rubbing a hand down his belly and nods. Louis grabs his hand again and Harry places the other to his back and the pair begins their walk down the beach. Louis is reminiscing on their wedding when Harry feels another vice like gripping pain over his rounded belly. He scrunches his face and pushes his hand beneath his shirt to rub at the bare skin of his tummy. "Wooo...wooo...." Louis watches as Harry's face scrunches tighter and he leans his head back. He continues walking but the pace has slowed. "Mmmm....mmmmmm..." He slips his hand away from Louis' and rubs circles to the side of his belly. He pushes his belly forward and his nostrils flare with an intense exhale. It finally ends and Louis doesn't say a word, only rubs the back of Harry's hand with his thumb and kisses his cheek. Only a few moments pass before Harry grips a hand to his hip and scrunches his face again. He moans and furrows his eyebrows. "They're getting bad now...mmmghh..." He moans, scrunching his face tighter. "Yeah?" Louis stops and rubs his palm over Harry's contracting belly, shushing him as he lies his head back and moans. It finally ends and the pair continues to walk. Harry suggests turning around when they've walked quite a distance from their home. His contractions are now fairly close together and painful to deal with. His tummy feels like a rock and he feels a more intense pressure down low. His walking has slowed and his waddle is much more defined. It feels as if the baby is just between his legs. He feels an uncomfortable wetness in his pants but he knows it's far too little to be his water breaking so he assumes he's lost his mucus plug. All in all, he's uncomfortable and the walk definitely has both sped up and intensified his contractions. He feels a light sweat on his brow and wipes it off with a sigh just before another contraction ripples over his belly, tightening in a vice like grip and making him gasp. He bends over, grasping at his knees and moans, arching his back. He feels Louis' hand on his back and tries to pay attention to that only as an anchor against the pain. "Hmm...hmm...hhohhhhhhhhhhh..." He moans, legs quaking from the pain ripping through his stomach. "Hazza?" "Ighhhhhh...I can't walk anymore, I can't. We have to sit. We have to." Louis slowly lowers Harry to the ground and gets behind him. Harry grips onto Louis' shoulders and grunts as his belly bears down. Louis does his best at shushing him, rubbing soothing circles into his skin but it's a bit fruitless as the pain deepens. He finally gets a break and rolls up his t shirt, taking deep breaths and exhaling loudly. "She's really going to be here today. That's...its...I'm at a loss for words, H. We created life..." Harry nods and scrunches his face, pressing his fist to his back. "Ohhhhhhh here comes another..." He moans, bending forward and gritting his teeth. His hands grip onto his thighs and he groans deeply. Louis begins massaging his back and Harry rubs his thumbs to the sides of his belly. It throbs and pulses with the contraction, tightening both his stomach and back muscles. It's so intense and Harry can hardly find it in himself to breathe against the onslaught of such pain. "Ughhhhhhh...oww...OWWWWWW...." "Shhhh, it's ok love. You've got this. You've got this. So beautiful, H. So beautiful bringing our baby girl into the world." Louis coo's, rubbing his slightly sweaty back up and down as Harry puffs and groans. "Hoh.....the pain...is so, so bad..." He mumbles when it's finished, rubbing his hands up and down his solid bump, "I swear she's like...right...there..." He rubs the bottom of his bump and grunts, pressing his head back into Louis' shoulder. "Ow....owww....ohhhhhhhhh...." He screams with gritted teeth, sitting up and pushing a fist tightly to his back. "Ohhh woo..woo..woo..woo....mmmmghh..." His legs begin moving about uncomfortably and he cups his bump, rubbing a thumb across the skin as it heaves. It ends and he sniffles. "My belly is throbbing...it hurts..so bad...I..." Louis just allows him to speak and doesn't answer back. He doesn't want to tell Harry he knows how bad it hurts because he doesn't. He doesn't want the boy to think he's underestimating his pain. He sits up straight and runs his fingers up and down his bump softly, humming quietly. Louis watches him, occasionally scratching his fingernails into his back. He feels the boy tense up and lunge forward, getting onto all fours and rotating his hips. "Wooo...wooo...ughhh my g-owwwwww..." He drops one hand to his tummy and rubs it forward as he exhales deep puffs of air. "Haz, what about the ocean love?" Louis asks once Harry falls back against him again. Harry huffs in both annoyance and pain. "What about the ocean right now Louis?!" He snaps, sitting up and rubbing circles into the skin of his bump, closing his eyes as he feels another contraction building. "Hohhhh...." He keeps one hand rubbing circles on his belly as the other massages his back. "Salt water might help with your pain. I heard water helps loads with labor and I don't know..salt water has a lot of health benefits. I mean you can't give birth in there but-" "Let's try it." "Yeah?" "I'm willing to try ANYTHING at this point." Louis helps Harry up and the pair walks slowly to the ocean. It's at a snails pace as Harry continues to contract nearly every step. He's sure his dilation is quite far now and hopes not to wait too much longer to meet his daughter. If only his water would break. He hopes the extra pressure of weight of walking will burst his bag of water. As soon as the poor boy submerges his belly into the water, he has a contraction. He curls his toes deep in the sand and grips onto Louis' neck, burying his face into his shoulder. "Hohhhh-ohhhhh-ughhhhhhhhh...." He moans, throwing his head back. Louis shushes him and drops his hand down to his belly, rubbing large circles into the skin as he sways both of them back and forth softly. "Hhohhhhhhhghhhh..." Harry moans, lunging forward and gripping his fists into tighter balls. He feels an intense pressure and then a release of water from beneath him. "We need to get out." "What? We just got in." "We need to get out NOW. I UGHHHHHHHHHHHH MY WATER JUST BROKE." Louis' eyes bulge and he practically pulls the boy to the beach. "Let's go in the house babe." "I...I don't know if I can. It hurts so bad. I-ughhhhhhhh..." He leans forward, kneeling on his right knee and presses a fist to the side of his belly. "H? Come on love. Try and walk just a few steps, ok? I want you inside for this." "Ughhhhhhhhhh...." Harry grunts, having to kneel again from the pain. "You can do it baby. I KNOW you can! You're so so strong Harry please! Please let's go inside." "SHUT UP. Ahhhhhhhhhhghhhh...." Harry screams, tucking his chin firmly to his chest, "OWWWWWWWWW she's coming...AHHHGHHHHH..." Louis begins panicking as he has absolutely nothing to clothe the baby in or even scissors to cut the cord. "AHHHHGHHHHGGH....." Harry screams again, face turning red with force. Louis picks him up by the arm and pulls him toward the house as he screams and grunts and pushing. "OHHHHHHHH MY G-OHHHHHHHHH....." Harry screams, pressing down on his throbbing bump. He feels the baby's head just between his legs, splitting him nearly in half and his stomach squeezes tightly, waves lapsing his baby further towards freedom. His legs shake and he bends forward and throws up from the pain. Louis continues to pull him toward the door and he stops in the doorway of the house, ripping his pants down and pushing as hard as he can. Swiftly, their sweet baby girl slips from him and he gasps in relief. Two days later, Harry and Louis introduce their families to their brand new baby girl. With no strangers. And no cameras. And no screams. In the Cayman Islands.

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The Legendary Ric Flair.

Today I would want us to talk about one of the most beloved and most quoted wrestlers of his time, Ric Flair. Although he was equally hated by many during his time in the ring, the man braved through and went on to win heavyweight championship sixteen times, to count them you will have count your small finger four times to have the tally right. He remains a legend to many WWE fans globally who now only have memories of him in the ring after officially retiring from wrestling. With her daughter Charlotte Flair currently signed by WWE, his legacy is likely to reign in wrestling world longer. Despite retiring from wrestling Ric Flair is showing no signs of exiting the national scene soon.  To learn more, visit Ric Flair. Every time he is into something or doing something either in the media limelight or on his social networks. Not mentioning his remarkable lifestyle that has made most hip-hop artists use his name as a metaphor for pageantry. You will notice that even at the age of 69 he retired wrestle maniac can still pull out that old trademark strut "wooooo!" the same way he did it back then in his heydays. The man also looks strong with his prominent and bulging chest. The witty wrestle still gives nostalgic moments of his stint in the wrestling arena while enjoying basketball a sport which he currently involves himself into most of his time. But his brand lives on, and this is evident on his ricflair.com an online store dealing with this legend items. In this online shop, everything is Ric Flair, and Ric Flair is everything ranging from customized T-shirts to socks, stockings, robes name it you will find it here bearing his distinguishable face or his autograph. He is also working hard to promote his brand by utilizing every opportunity that comes his way to make sure that people out there should not forget the brown-haired man or Mr. Woo.  For more info on Ric Flair, click here. To know more about Ric Flair, i.e., his early life, what made him like wrestling, and so much more get a copy of his autobiography, TO BE THE MAN. Here you will find out why they call him 'Nature Boy' and how he nearly died. Plus the journey of how he ended up in the WWE. There is also another book that they have written with her daughter Charlotte, SECOND NATURE. Here it's all you need to know about the legacy of Ric Flair and the rise of her daughter Charlotte. But all is not lost for WWE fans because Ric Flair has a working agreement with WWE and you are likely to see him make appearances on the shows owned by WWE. Learn more from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ric_Flair.