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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hey, I trust your judgement and I need advice. What would you do with a distant father, who does not live with you and does not really check up on you (only sends weird pictures and messages) but whenever problems arise for him he immediately seeks you out? You see I noticed that most of my panic attacks are caused in situations with him and I can't talk civilly with him, he seems to expect me to function and I'm honestly struggling. Sorry to drop this on you, no worries if you can't help me.

Hey Nonny! *HUGS*

Oof, listen, I had the EXACT same problem with my Mother, actually.

PLEASE NOTE I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL and I am only speaking anecdotally, in hopes that my experience may help you with yours.

After my dad died, rather than letting us three heal together, she (I later found out) was seeking out men online less than a month later, and buggered off by the 2nd month to another city close to her prospects. Note that at the time, my sister and I were both living at home with our parents because my sister was working a low-wage job and I was saving up to pay off my debts, so this was a bit of a shocker that a week after Dad's funeral, she told us to find a place to live, because she was leaving. Like, out of the blue. Looking back, it was really heartless, especially since we were grieving so much.

Throughout the next SEVEN YEARS, after I moved closer to my dad's family (who, for the record, my mother tried to get me to distance myself from ALL those 7 years out of pure jealousy), my mother proceeded to gaslight and emotionally abuse both my sister and I – I won't get into the details because it IS a lot and it still hurts me now that I realize what she did – and then disowned me (and my sister by-proxy, whom my mother rarely tried to contact) after I stood my ground. All those 7 years, she ONLY ever contacted me when she wanted money from me (I was living below the poverty line when I moved; all the money she got from my dad's life insurance, she blew in the first year and then blamed my sister and me AND MY DEAD FATHER), and tried to convince me how evil my father was (he wasn't. He was kind, worked hard, and loved his family very much and gave us a good life – we were upper middle-class up until his death and my sister and I got a 1000$ Wal Mart Gift card from the whole thing) to make herself feel better about what she did. And then even after disowning us, she still tries to contact me at least once a year, always opening with the typical narcissist guilt tripping, acting like she did no wrong, and then I always find out through the grapevine that it's always money-related as to why why she tries to contact me. She even tries to get to me via the relatives she told me to disassociate from – the ONLY extended family I ever knew – and they are amazing that they are protecting me from her because they FINALLY saw what was happening to us because she started her gaslighting and manipulating my aunts as well.

Now that I’m distanced from it all of it, EVERYTHING (trust me you guys, it’s fucking nuts... like I had an ENTIRE FAMILY she told me were all dead and she recently reconciled with) she did was to make me and my sister miserable, because that’s what abusers like to do. It TICKLED my mother when I was depressed and stressed, but because of “my kind heart” she took advantage of me and the knowledge that I would keep taking her back... until I didn’t and she got fucking NASTY.

So the whole point of this, Nonny, is to say as an outsider looking in, who has experienced similar manipulative tactics that fucked with my own mental health, I fear your dad, whether he knows it or not, is only staying in contact with you to feel better about himself as a parent, and IF he does realize he’s doing it, he LIKES seeing you have the panic attacks. BUT he might have undiagnosed issues of his own, so it could be as simple as he doesn’t know he’s making you uncomfortable.

The problem here is that with my situation, the disowning made the decision for me, and I was already trying to think of a way to tell my Mother that I needed to take a break from her, so it was a “simple” decision – I think my mother genuinely believes she did nothing wrong and thinks we are the worst children for not wanting to talk to her anymore.

In your situation, though, I think the best thing for you is to communicate with him; how you do so is something that you have to have a heavy think on. Let him know how he hurts you, and tell him that you need to know that your interactions won’t have underlying intentions. And if he becomes unreasonable, then say “and this is why we can’t talk”. I dunno Nonny. When I was planning to cut off my mother for awhile, I wrote everything down that I wanted to say to her one on one next time I saw her. I had a little speech written out that I was going to read to her. After the disowning, I tossed it out, and said “fuck it” and decided I would not “take her back” like I’ve done countless times in the past 7 years. Perhaps that will help you out too, Nonny, writing it all down.

Either way, this problem won’t solve itself unless some communication happens, and you need to stand up and be firm. I know it’s scary and tough, but honestly, I don’t regret a second of cutting my mother out of my life; I tried over and over to repair a broken rock; it’s not going to happen, and I TRIED communicating. I’m able to work on myself without stepping on eggshells all the time. I’m not suggesting you should cut out your dad, at all, but if this is an ongoing thing, it may be an option to consider as a last resort for your own health. But do try to talk first, and writing things down will help organize your thoughts and keep you calm.

Good luck Nonny. We’re here for you <3

#steph replies #emotional abuse cw #about me #i am not a professional #life advice #family

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inkwell1013 · 3 years

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Paint the Streets With Rainbows - Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley, Aziraphale & OC, Crowley & OC

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Oneshot

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Homophobia, disownment

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale accidentally end up at a pride parade after a rather nice dinner date, and meet a cheerful boy named Jordan. A week later, something terrible happens, and they step in to help out their new acquaintance.

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Crowley and Aziraphale had chanced upon the parade quite by accident, taking a wrong turn on the way back to Aziraphale’s bookshop after spending the morning at a nearby café. Aziraphale would have assumed it was a mere coincidence, but his more fanciful belief in fate and the divine plan belayed this assumption. The way Aziraphale saw it, nothing happened without reason. Them arriving there when they did was fate, nothing more and nothing less.

There were rainbows everywhere. That was the first thing Aziraphale noticed. There were so many rainbows: hung from trees, worn on t-shirts, draped over shoulders like capes, waved from flagpoles, and even fashioned from balloons. He noticed that there were other flags too mixed in with all the rainbows, like flowers growing in a garden, all bright and beautiful and unique.

He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he assumed it was good as everyone seemed delightfully happy. And there were so many people, more than he could possibly count. He had never seen such an impossibly huge crowd before.

Glancing toward Crowley, he saw a content smile playing across his partner’s lips. “What is this?” asked Aziraphale, gesturing towards the raucous procession.

“It’s a pride parade. Have you never seen one before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

Crowley chuckled. “Wow. You don’t get out much, do you?”

Aziraphale huffed - secretly a little grumpy – mostly because he knew it was true. His significant aversion to socializing meant that he spent most of his time alone when he wasn’t with Crowley. Some might call that lifestyle sad, but Aziraphale preferred his quiet life to the alternative.

“Basically,” continued Crowley. “A pride parade is a celebration of the many differences of humanity – from sexual orientation to gender – as well as a way to protest inequality.”

“Well, that’s rather nifty, isn’t it?” said Aziraphale, adjusting his bowtie.

Crowley stifled a laugh. “I suppose it is.”

“Rather a lot of rainbows, don’t you think?” quirked Aziraphale. “I always liked rainbows. They’re a symbol of hope, and it never hurts to have a little hope these days.”

“I agree.”

It was at that moment that a boy pattered up to them. He was young – perhaps sixteen by Aziraphale’s best estimate, though he had never been good at guessing ages – and was tall for his age. He reminded Aziraphale rather a lot of a golden retriever, with his long, floppy blond hair and cheerful smile, which he leveled at them both, joy painted clearly on his features.

“Are you too here for the parade?” he beamed, cocking his head.

Crowley smiled back at him. “We are. Why do you ask?”

“That’s so cool!” exclaimed the boy. “I saw you and your boyfriend—”

“Husband,” interjected Crowley.

“Sorry, husband. And I just got super excited. You guys seem so happy together, and its nice, you know? Knowing its possible. That there’s a future for me, I guess. You know, you see all the sad stuff in the news, and it gets to you. It feels like there’s no hope left, but there’s always hope. I’m probably rambling. I’m sorry for bothering you two.” The boy turned to leave, but Crowley stopped him.

“Wait. Are you here with your parents?” he asked. “We could help you find them.”

“My Dad doesn’t know I’m here,” mumbled the boy. “He isn’t exactly cool with all this stuff, and I’m too scared to tell him. And my Mum… Well, she’s in heaven now.”

Crowley frowned rather instinctually, and the kid immediately backtracked. “It’s fine though. He’s not so bad. It could be worse.”

In a spur of the moment decision, Aziraphale pulled a newly miracled business card that hadn’t existed seconds ago from his jacket pocket and pushed it into the boy’s hands.

“What your name?” asked Aziraphale.

The boy gave him a quizzical look. “Jordan. Jordan Stewart.”

“It’s been nice to meet you Jordan,” beamed Aziraphale. “If you ever need help, call the number on this card.”

“Okay.”

“Good lad,” said Crowley. “Now go have fun. You’re at a pride parade after all.”

Jordan smiled, tucking the business card into his jacket pocket before sprinting away, throwing his arms around a boy with dark, curly hair. The boy stumbled back, only just catching his balance before he tumbled over.

“Ash! You made it,” exclaimed Jordan.

Ash laughed. “You thought I was going to miss your first pride? I’m not that bad of a friend,” he smirked. “Seriously though, how did you get away? I thought your dad was giving you trouble.”

Jordan shrugged. “I told him I was hanging out with some friends at the park.”

“And he bought that?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised too, to be honest. If he asks, tell him we were hanging out at the park with the others.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got it.”

Crowley and Aziraphale watched the boy leave with his friend, firmly believing that would be their last encounter. They were both equally surprised when they received a phone call from Jordan just one week later.

Aziraphale was doing a little late-night reading before bed, and Crowley had wrapped himself around his husband, rather like he was trying to constrict him. Neither of them expected the phone to ring.

Crowley had whined and grumbled but Aziraphale insisted on fetching the phone just in case it was something important – a call from a supplier or customer, perhaps.

Aziraphale answered the call and Crowley buried his face in his pillow, still grumpy that Aziraphale had pushed him off. He immediately shot up when he heard Jordan’s voice on the other end.

“I didn’t think you’d pick up,” mumbled the boy. His voice was cracking and coarse, and Crowley knew that he had been crying. “I’m really sorry to bother you so late. I just didn’t know who else to call.”

“Is everything okay?” asked Aziraphale. “You sound upset.”

“My father found out about everything, and he kicked me out. He said that he’d rather have no son than… than me. I can’t believe this happened,” choked out Jordan. “I never did anything wrong.”

Aziraphale cast a helpless look at Crowley who hastily took the phone from him. “Jordan, can you tell me where you are?” asked Crowley.

“The McDonald’s on Main Street. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“That’s okay,” said Crowley, scrambling out of bed and throwing on the first pair of trousers he could find, an effort that was made difficult by the fact that he only had one free hand to do it. “Stay right there. We’ll pick you up.”

“Thank you.”

Crowley’s trusty Bentley got them there quickly, and Aziraphale suspected that Crowley used some of his demonic influence to turn all the traffic lights on the way there green. He wasn’t complaining though. Anything that got them there faster was worth it, regardless of the possible consequences.

Jordan slipped silently into the car, eyes still puffy and red from crying. There was a short silence, before Jordan spoke. “Why doesn’t he love me?” he asked. “What did I do wrong?”

“This wasn’t your fault kid,” said Crowley. “It was never your fault. Some people are just trapped in the past. I understand how you feel. I do. Being disowned by the people who are meant to love you is shitty. It was shitty when it happened to me, and it’s still shitty now. There will always be shitty people in the world, but they’re becoming less common these days.”

“I agree,” said Aziraphale. “Barring the excessive swearing. Let’s try and limit the swear words in front of the young one, shall we dear?”

There was just the barest hint of a smile showing on Jordan’s face, and Aziraphale smiled a little to himself in turn.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” asked Aziraphale.

Jordan shuffled in his seat. “Not really. Ash always said I could stay with him if something happened, but his parents are super strict, so I dunno if they’d be too pleased about that. I wouldn’t want to make things hard for him.”

“You can crash with us if you’d like,” said Crowley. “We have a spare room, don’t we Angel?” Crowley cast Aziraphale an expectant look, almost asking – begging – for permission.

Aziraphale hastily conjured an extra room in his bookshop, complete with fresh sheets and a newly vacuumed carpet, before nodding in agreement. They did now.

“Are you sure I won’t be an imposition?” asked Jordan.

“We’re certain,” said Aziraphale.

“Thank you, it means a lot.”

“It’s really no bother at all.”

They arrived at Aziraphale’s bookshop a little while later and Crowley and Aziraphale lead Jordan to the spare room. The moment he walked into the room, Jordan crumpled, tears streaming down his face.

“Are you alright?” asked Aziraphale. “Do you not like it?”

“No. Its perfect,” whispered Jordan, blinking through tears as he looked around his surroundings. The room was small but neat, with a single bed on one corner, adorned with bright blue sheets. There was a wardrobe in the other corner and a small bedside table as well.

But the thing that Jordan couldn’t stop staring at was the rainbow flag hung up on the wall.

He was safe here. For the first time in years, he knew he was safe.

#good omens fanfiction #pride month #inkwell writes #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens fluff #Good Omens angst #original character

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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It’s a little shorter than the previous chapters, but it’s got some important stuff going on. But things still aren’t going to go well for a bit. in fact, after this chapter, we’re just going to focus on the bots. Maaaybe also Tommy

@petrichormeraki

There was a sigh as the winged figure sat down on a ledge. “I thought I told you I go by Death.”

“Or Dadza.” Grifter spoke up, getting a glare from his dad.

“You do realize I’ve disowned you, right?” Death asked, a bored look on his face.

“Pfft.” Grifter started before making his bedrock prison swing. “That doesn’t stop you from visiting when I call you again and again and again!”

“Because it gets annoying.” Death rolled his eyes before looking at who called him. “Speaking of which, why were you calling?”

“Well first off, that is the worst thing to repeat, why is it so fucking long? Second, can you get me out of here?!”

Death tilted his head from side to side in contemplation. “I dunno. Whole reason you’re in here is because Theseus asked me to, and he’s the one son I still respect.”

“Isn’t Wile still living with you?” Grifter piped up.

“Yes, he is. And while I don’t respect him, he’s still better than you.”

Grifter pouted. “That’s not fair. I’m better than that pussy.”

“Can we go back to the fact that I’m stuck in here because my evil copy wanted me here?!” Tommy shouted to get the attention of the others there. “Why the fuck did he want that?”

Death shrugged. “Well, seeing as how he’s not even in this dimension anymore, I’m guessing it’s so you couldn’t stop him leaving from Hels.”

“Wait, so the others don’t even know I’m missing?!” Tommy struggled, trying to find a way to even possibly escape his current prison, but had no luck. “Phil please can you let me out?!”

Death moved to sit on top of Grifter’s bedrock casket. “You know, normally I would have already. Theseus just wanted you in here long enough for him to leave. The thing is, I’m pretty sure you’d also let Grifter out, and I’d really rather keep him in here.”

“Oh come on Dadza, I’m not going to try and kill you. Remember, I’m a Listener now. That’s all the power I need. It’s just not quite enough to let me out of here since it was made to deal with those powers.” Grifter shifted to try and get a better look up at Death, but had little luck. “I’ll leave you and Wile alone, especially because if I killed you, then I’d probably end up as Death and then I’ll have to leave Sense alone.”

“Right… you did finally find someone, didn’t you?”

“Yes. And I promise I’ll behave.” Grifter spoke in the sweetest voice he could muster.

Death was silent before flying back over to Tommy and breaking the lock in it, letting the bedrock casing open and causing Tommy to fall to the ground below. “Hey! I’m on half a heart now!”

“Hmm, thought that would kill you. Well, if you let Grifter out, I’m fine with that.”

Chains rattled as Grifter shook his prison. “Wait you’re not just letting me out?”

“No. Leaving it up to him.” Death pointed down to Tommy, and then a moment later he was gone.

“Uh, so are you, um… planning to help with that?”

“I’d rather not, but I don’t have a fucking clue how to leave, and I’m guessing this Listener thing is like Big G being a Watcher.”

“It’s the counterpart in this dimension.”

“Got it.” Tommy nodded. “Well I’m pretty much stuck in this world if I don’t help you, so I guess I have to. But that means you have to help me out since I can get you out and know where Sense is.”

“Of course.”

Tommy looked around and was glad to find there was an area that was easy to exit, but it was five blocks up. The walls were also obsidian, so it would take forever to mine up there with his hands since he had nothing in his inventory. “Uh, slight problem…”

“I’ll summon you some blocks or some shit you can use.” Grifter replied, and a moment later there was what sounded almost like a lightning strike and then a few blocks rained from above.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“I get killed every time I use any of my powers. Normally I only do it when I’m really bored, but if we can use it to get out, it seems like a good idea to me.”

Tommy wasn’t sure how to react to that, so he just used the blocks of glazed terracotta - why that block, he wasn’t sure - to build up to the glass of what seemed to be a viewing area. He broke the glass and slid through into the room and started rifling through it. It was mainly bare, but there were a few random items here and there. Also a painting. It wasn’t big enough for anyone to go through, so at first Tommy assumed decoration, but then he looked behind it and found a chest.

“Found the keys!”

“Do you need more blocks?”

“Nah, you gave me enough and I can tear up the stuff in here if I need more.”

“What do you mean Phil’s your grandpa too?”

“I mean that he’s the dad of one of my dads and so he’s my grandpa! And since that’s the same for Grum, Phil’s also his grandpa.”

“Did Techno have a kid?!”

“No. At least I don’t think so. Grum said there were only three of us. Wait does that mean NPG doesn’t count? Maybe because he’s in Hels or something?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. But if you’re not- Did Tommy somehow build you before he died?!”

“What? No! He didn’t build us, and he’s not dead either.” Jrum crossed his arms. “Our dad is Grian!”

“Iskall’s friend?!”

Jrum lit up. “You know Auncle Iskall?”

“Yeah, I kinda hacked into his comm a few months ago and we somehow became friends from it. How does Grian being your dad make you related to me?!”

“I said because his dad is Phil!”

“Then why have I never heard of him?!”

“‘Cause he sort of went missing for a bunch of years. We only found out like uhhh… how many days ago?” Jrum paused to look at his current statistics for the world. “We’ve been here almost a week?!”

“How did you not know that?”

“I don’t know! I thought it’s been two days!” Jrum said, slightly panicking as Fundy pulled out his normal comm and started scrolling up.

“Yeah, it says you two joined six days ago.”

“But that’s not possible! The only time that could have happened is-” Jrum paused. The only time both of them had been off for an extended period of time was when we lost power. And that was when we were with… Mister Sam… Is… did he lie to us?” Jrum looked up at Fundy with sad eyes.

“Well… I…” Fundy wasn’t sure what to tell Jrum, and before he could say much else, the bot was hugging onto his legs with a hug.

“We’ve… also been stuck here that long. Did… is no one trying to help us? Can we not go home?”

Fundy winced, remembering what he had been told earlier as he pulled out the comm Dream had given him. If he said anything more, he might not get another chance, but at the same time, his call with Iskall had probably lasted long enough. “No. They’re trying to get you guys. I was just calling Iskall not too long ago. Apparently your parents are freaking out trying to find you guys. You’re honestly pretty lucky they are.”

Jrum looked at the device and carefully took it from Fundy’s outstretched paw. He looked it over before handing it back, no matter how much he wanted to keep it. “D-Dad and Tommy were really upset at Grandpa and the others. They weren’t really nice to Tommy, so I guess they weren’t nice to you either.”

Fundy shook his head, which made Jrum hug him more. “Well, we can help Grum… a-and then the three of us can try to find a way to Hermitcraft!”

The hybrid smiled slightly then nodded. “Sure, why not. Sounds like it could be fun.” And he turned back to look at Grum.

Just as he did, a window that had been open on Grum’s screen closed. Because of that, neither he nor Jrumbot saw the open application that showed a video feed of the two of them and the blinking red dot in the corner to signify it being recorded. Nor did they see the other flashing symbol that changed between two images. A smile, and a broken portal.

“I don’t understand why he hasn’t shown up yet.” Xannes grumbled and NPG patted his back.

“Aww, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s just a little busy. They are currently going through a little crisis With Grum and Jrum missing.”

“They’re just machines, who cares if they’re gone?”

NPG ignored the way that comment hurt. “You know how much hermits care about others. They even care for you after you’ve tried to destroy the place. As far as they’re concerned, those two are real people. They’re not abandoning them.”

Xannes crossed his arms. “It seems stupid.”

NPG didn’t respond and instead fiddled with some wood blocks in his inventory. He already built them this rustic house and they didn’t need another. If they were back in Helscraft maybe, but things tended to be more down to earth here as far as he knew.

They were quiet a bit longer, just sitting as Xannes stared out at the land ahead. NPG slowly stepped closer before sitting down on the ground next to the hels admin’s chair and pulling out some wool yarn from his inventory. “Here… I brought some along. I don’t have needles though.”

Xannes rolled his eyes and huffled before turning away from NPG, but his hand did come back and grab the yarn before pulling out some spare knitting needles he kept on him.

“Um, did you hear that they can’t get into the world they want to get into because they’re blacklisted?” The robot asked as Xannes started to knit.

“All of them? That’s a little surprising. Have they tested all the hermits?”

“Uh…” NPG pulled out a communicator and typed something into it, waiting a minute before a response came in. “Not yet, but so far no one can get in.”

“Well, guess now they can know how it feels to be banned from a world.”

NPG frowned before scolding his friend. “That’s not a good thing to say! I mean, haven’t you been happy visiting here? They could have said no, but your brother let you in anyway. And you only got that chance because of one of the people that are stuck in a universe they can’t get to.”

Xannes sighed, but didn’t say anything else, just knitting in a way that NPG recognized. The admin tended to knit in slightly different patterns or rhythms based on his emotions. Right now it wasn’t quite sad, but it was at least a little melancholic. So not wanting to make it worse, NPG just sat next to his friend quietly.

When a certain person clad in pink finally arrived, NPG excused himself to let him and Xannes hang out. The robot found a different room of the rustic house and sort of sulked around. It didn’t take long before he was bored of sulking and found paper to sketch rustic houses on, but he ended up crumpling them up and throwing them away. He didn’t even feel like making rustic houses right now. So instead, he ended up just lying down on the ground and staring at the ceiling.

Eventually, time passed by, NPG wasn’t sure how long, but he only really realized that time had passed at all because Xannes was suddenly standing next to him and looking down. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re really upset about this, aren’t you?”

NPG didn’t answer at first, but eventually looked away before speaking up. “Yeah… they are kinda family and all.”

There was a very long sigh from Xannes. “Okay, what’s the world called again?”

NPG’s head snapped around to look at Xannes. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“I mean, obviously the people banned are from Hermitcraft or related to those kids. I’m sure you’re included in one of those, but I’m neither. I’m not family and I’m not from Hermitcraft. Plus my hacking should help out distracting anyone that could give me trouble.”

NPG jumped up to his feet and hugged Xannes. “Thank you! This is so nice of you!”

“Ugh, stop hugging me before I change my mind and contact whoever should no before I try it just in case something goes wrong and I actually need help for some fucking reason.”

“Okay, got it.” And NPG sent a message, giving a thumbs up a few moments later. Xannes nodded back and then pressed a button on his helmet and cracked his knuckles. He checked a few info panels, changing some commands to work for this new world instead of Hermitcraft, then he initiated his teleport.

EvilXisuma joined the world

In all the commotion, Theseus stepped away from the group, taking a stolen ender pearl in his hand and chucking it as far as he could. Even then, he still tried to get more distance to make sure he was really alone and far enough from Philza. Finally, he reached a clearing and checked it over to make sure no one was around. He even double checked before finally going to the center of the clearing and speaking into the air. “I call the goddess of death.”

Immediately, a brisk breeze blew through the nearby trees, cooling the surrounding area. Theseus tried his best not to shiver and just stood still, waiting for the wind to calm before turning around. Standing there was someone who looked like his mom, but dressed in his dad’s clothes. “Mumza.”

“Hello Tommy. It looks like Phil finally told you about me.”

“More or less. Figured some of it out on my own, but he did tell me the last part I needed to know.”

“How have you been? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you last.”

“Been around. Been busy. Shit like that, y’know.” Theseus was glad that she wasn’t around for his other self. It would make it easier to lie.

“I’m assuming you don’t just want to talk?”

“Well, apparently I have nephews and they got kidnapped and are stuck in the server Phil, Techno and I were in. None of them can get back in, but I was thinking maybe I could. Unfortunately none of them will let me try to help.”

He was given a soft, kind smile. “I’m glad you want to help. I can see why Phil would want to be a little protective, but I can help you.”

He nodded and took the hand the goddess held out to him.

TheseusMC joined the world

EvilXisuma joined the world

Error with processing. Virus found. Attempting recovering. Recovery failed; Too many resources being used. Finding unnecessary memory usage. Found. Disable communicator direct connection. Disabled.

Files being accessed. Restricted files attempting access. Restricted files require password access. Please input password. Password inputted. Checking password. Password accepted.

Activation phrase number 652 used. Activating camera. Beginning recording. Recording. Recording. Recording. Closing program. Sending recording. Sending. Recording sent to user level Admin.

Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: TangoTek. Assigned roles: Hermittown member, Acknowledged associate family, Team ZIT member, Operator. Banned roles: Hermittown member. Acknowledged associate family. Continue blacklist.

Blacklist check activated. Increase displacement by 1.5%. Displacing. Displacement complete. Displacement at 39.5% total.

Opening files at request. Warning, files missing data. Names of referenced files changed. Please update file names. Warning, Error with processing. Virus found. Shutting down.

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #tommyinnit #hels!grian #hels!Philza #jrumbot #grumbot #itsfundy #The Watchers #npg #npc grian #evil xisuma #worm man #hels!tommy #mumza

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littlemisssquiggles · 3 years

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so besides the stuff with oscar,witch i'm not in the mood to talk much about,do you think winter will show up next episode an fight weiss ,and how do you think things will go with penny next episode

Yeah I’ve basically removed all posts questioning me about that scene from my inbox. I don’t want to talk about it either. Even after a day of rest and a week of getting it off my chest, I’m still upset and I still can’t bring myself to rewatch that part of V8CH4 in its entirety. It’s depressing since it’s the only Oscar-related moments from the episode but…nah son, I can’t look at it and I’m not sure how I will feel moving forward towards the remaining episodes. I’m really hoping that someone either helps Oscar to escape or he escapes on his own.

A part of me wished to hope that the Hound---Salem’s so-called experiment---ends up turning on her and is an instigator in Oscar’s escape. I understand that some folks are hoping for Neopolitan and while I don’t mind that, right now Neo is off with Cinder Fall and Emerald Sustrai. So…at the moment, Oscar has no one within Salem’s ranks he could actually reach out to for potential aid. He’s left alone in there with all the bad people who could potentially hurt him further. And I just…ugh….

Anyways to answer your actual question anon-chan, to be honest I’m not sure. To tell you the truth, I’m not really expecting Winter and Weiss to fight one another per say but I do expect Winter to possibly show up at Schnee Manor to inspect the premises under the suspicion that home is probably the first place her sister would chose to take refuge while up in Atlas Kingdom. After all, the only other Atlesian safe haven our heroes were familiar with is the academy and no way in sh*t were they going back there.

I’d like to think that we could potentially spend most of today’s episode focusing on RWBN dealing with Nora’s sustained injury. I’m not even quite sure how they expect to treat Nora and I’m surprised they didn’t steal the chance to try and make it back to camp down in Mantle. But I’m guessing that Nora’s injuries are so serious that they couldn’t wait. Given the fact that Schnee Manor houses both a dining hall and even an in house auditorium for Weiss to perform (allegedly), it wouldn’t surprise me if the house also contained a medical bay or some area of the household stacked with medical supplies.

Again, still not sure how RWBN intend to help Nora but I’m supposed it’s better than nothing. What I hope we see next episode is more moments of the girls bonding with one another. I’d like to possibly see Ruby and Weiss having a discussion about sisterhood and perhaps, Ruby could give Weiss the encouragement to seek out Whitley. She did send him to his room which---honestly annoyed me at first but now I find it highly amusing and adorable even. Weiss straight up parented Whitley. In that moment, she wasn’t acting like a big sister---she was actually being a mom to Whit and what’s even funnier and more interesting is that Whit actually listened to Weiss.

Despite everything they’ve been through, Whit isn’t a bad person entirely. He’s not like Jacques. While I already knew this as a fan of his character, it is nice to see more examples of Whit’s compassionate side. I genuinely hope this leads into Weiss and Whit discussing their relationship. Whit told Weiss that Willow is locked in her room which…I know is something she does commonly but…I dunno, somehow I feel suspicious of this instance.

My concern is that the reason why Willow told Weiss that she needs to look out for Whit is because, ultimately Weiss will be the only person Whit has to nurture and guide him. Jacques’in jail, probably for life. Winter practically disowned the rest of her family outside of Weiss and doesn’t give Whit the time of day. And Willow…I dunno, somehow I getting “death flag” readings from her.

So yeah, for the most part, I’m hoping that RWBN’s time at Schnee Manor will lead into some development for Weiss and Whitley. My other concern in that Willow and Whit may end up being arrested by Winter and her forces on behalf of the General after being accused of housing “felons”.

While I doubt we’ll see Weiss and Winter fight each other (at least not yet), I do feel like they will cross paths and will be forced to challenge each other on the battlefield. Not in any kind of major fight but more so like Weiss summoning her Armour Gigas to defend her and the others and keep Winter’s Beowulf Summons at bay while the others escaped back to the airship to flee. That’s my hunch. But as I’ll say again, we’ll see how the episode goes.

As for Penny P---well judging from the title of the episode and the thumbnail, we may get some action over at Amity Tower especially since Penny returned there to help her father and Maria. We also know that Watts helped the General with creating something that would force Penny to return to Atlas. We also know from last episode that Cinder may be heading over to Amity Tower with Emerald and Neo. So there’s a chance for all of that to go down in this episode.

That’s my hunch. But as I’ll say again, we’ll see how the episode goes.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #whitley schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee #rwby volume 8 spoilers #Anonymous

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #341

“anger, misery, you’ll suffer unto me”

Would you risk your life to save a total stranger? I don't think so. Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? No, and I never would. Grow up. Have you ever done something because of peer pressure you are ashamed of? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever been embarrassed to introduce your parents to anyone? No. Would you leave a note on a car claiming responsibility if you damaged it? Yeah; guilt would eat me alive otherwise. Have you ever used someone's handicapped parking pass to get a parking spot? Fucking ew, no. Have you ever held back a well-deserved compliment because you were jealous? No. Do you guilt people into giving you what you want? Ugh, no. Would most people consider you better than average looking? Ha, no. For yourself, would you rather have a perfect body or high IQ? Give me the perfect body, living in my horrible one has affected my mental health badly enough. I'm fine with having a moderate IQ. I just want to feel happy in my own skin. Have you ever embarrassed some intentionally in public? Wow, no. Have you ever used a false ID? Also no. Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? I'm embarrassed to tell people I don't HAVE a job. Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? I don't. I'm sure it was RP-related and not friendly, but I don't remember the exact convo. Have you ever got a D or F on your report card? I want to say no; I think the lowest I ever got was a C. If you had twins, would you give them rhyming names? Ugh, no. I'm sorry if you're into it, but I'm just not. I would want to ensure they knew their uniqueness and individuality was seen. Is there anyone that you wish was IN your life who used to be? There's a large number of those kinds of people. What brings out the worst in you? Probably when I'm building up towards a PTSD meltdown. I get VERY short and snappy and am convinced everyone hates and wants to leave me. My mouth also has NO fucking leash, and I know I can say very mean things that I'll regret later. What do you prefer, Skittles or Starbursts? Skittles. Mike & Ikes or Jolly Ranchers? Jolly Ranchers for sure. What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? Waffles (with syrup). Don't knock it 'til you try it, I'm telling you. What are some wild animals commonly found where you live? Besides birds obviously, there's squirrels, deer, opossums, raccoons... Have you ever had a lucid dream? I think I've had just one. What's your biggest problem at the moment? Probably my anxiety having stunted my growth in so many areas. Have you ever turned down a job offer? I don't think so, no. What's the longest hospital stay you've had? For what? I think my longest was almost two months for suicidal thoughts. Two months might sound long, but it was like... my third or so psych hospital stay for that same reason. What's something really basic that you're terrible at? Even the most simple math. I don't even know the majority of my elementary multiplication tables. Have you ever hugged someone for over a minute? Yeah. Would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? I have one there already, but I plan on getting it covered because it was an impulse tattoo that I feel no connection towards. Have you ever searched for your house on Google Earth? My old house, yeah. Are you a beach, country, or city person? Country. Living in the suburbs has definitely reminded me of that... Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? Typing, by a long shot. I make typos texting too much. Have you ever kissed anybody who had a mustache? Yeah. Who is the last person that you said "I love you" to, besides family members? Sara. When was your first real relationship? Sophomore year of high school to early college. Have you ever cried over an ex? I've cried the entire mass of water on Earth over an ex lmao. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes. Is there something really bad that you’ve done, that only YOU know about? No. Have you ever copied someone else’s homework? I think I have once or twice, but obviously with consent. What’s a hobby you would like to try out? If my legs worked like actual legs and I didn't sweat like an absolute pig, I would like to try out herping, but without actually interacting with the animal like picking it up and scaring the daylights out of it. I'd just be happy enough looking for reptiles, amphibians, and inverts to photograph instead. Does that still even count as herping? What was the last event you attended? My youngest niece's birthday party. How about the last event you organized? I've never organized an event. What’s something you get excited about doing and want to do it right away? Whenever I take nature pictures, I'm immediately keen to get them into Lightroom and do the postproduction. Is there anything you feel you’re better at than anybody else? Definitely not. What’s the biggest insect you’ve ever seen? If you exclude places like the zoo, that would probably be a rhinoceros beetle or something. Oh no, actually some kind of local moth I don't know the name of. They're beautiful big white boiz. How about the biggest spider? I might be mis-remembering, but I believe at a reptile convention I went to with Sara, one of the vendors had a goliath bird eater tarantula in one of the cups. I do know it was some tarantula species for sure, though. Who was the first person to break your heart? My dad. Obviously not romantically, but him just splitting on the family with no proper communication absolutely broke my heart for years. First person to give you flowers or candy on Valentine’s day? I'm sure that would be my parents. If you exclude them 'cuz that's kinda obvious, I believe it was Aaron, my first boyfriend. I'm pretty sure we were together on Valentine's Day, because I remember getting him a giant Hershey's Kiss. First band you obsessed about? I wasn't truly obsessed with any band 'til Ozzy in middle school. Can you do a backflip? No; I've never tried and never will. I was and still am too afraid of breaking my neck. Like I have a MASSIVE fear of paralysis, particularly from the neck down; that fear is actually the biggest one that keeps me from driving, fun fact. Are you an optimist or a pessimist? Of the two, definitely a pessimist, but I at least think I align most with being a realist. What’s the biggest lie you’ve told someone? I'm unsure. Have you ever been hit on by someone of the same sex? Yeah. How many doors are in the room you’re in? Just one. Have you ever been engaged and broke it off? No. Has anyone ever drawn a picture of you? Tyler once drew a picture of him and me. It was cute. That guy still dove in WAY too fast. Have you ever dated a redhead? I haven't, but I love redheads. Natural red hair is just gorgeous. What are your thoughts on facial hair on guys? Historically, I seem to generally like some, but it really depends on the guy's general appearance. I can like none at all or a full beard and mustache, it doesn't really matter to me. Did you go anywhere today? No; my mom is in Florida with her brothers totally cleaning out Grammy's house, so she's not here to take me anywhere. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Oh yikes, I have a lot. I honestly can't count because I've lost track of how many boys and girls Katie has. You have a choice to shoot your father or die, what would you do? Jesus. I'd rather die; some things just aren't worth living after, and I'd have no desire to keep going if I killed my father. Did you ever cry at the end of King Kong? I've never watched it, actually, but I. LOVED. The video game. I haven't played it in years and only faintly remember how it ends, but I don't remember crying. Are you in any amount of pain at the moment? Quite a lot, actually. It's kinda a TMI subject so I won't delve into it, just know I'm hurting like a bitch. What was the last sugary thing you ate? I snacked on some chocolate chips earlier today... which I really shouldn't have done, but I think I had reasonable restraint and didn't totally binge. When was the last time you did something extremely stupid? Who knows, that's not a rare occurrence, it feels like. Have you been to any parties lately? Only my niece's bday party in February. Thankfully it was kept pretty small, given Covid; not that anyone in that family besides my sister gives a flying fuck about precautions, though... Can you touch your pinky to your thumb around your wrist? Ugh, no. Close, but not enough. I still have thin wrists and hands, but yeah, yay for being overweight. If you were to start a charity, what would you call it? I'd hve to put more thought than I'm willing for one survey question. I'd have to decide what KIND of charity I want to start first, which I'm unsure of. Probably something related to animal wellfare and conservation or something similar to the Trevor Project. Maybe LBGTQ+ youth disowned by their families... I dunno. There's so much good I wish I could do. Are you comfortable with your body? Holy fuck no. It's only gotten worse since I started gaining weight again and almost entirely erased all weight loss progress I'd made. What is your recent inside joke? Most recently made? Idk, man. I don't make those often. Would you rather be a human, vampire, or a werewolf? Er, I'm good with being a human. If I was a vampire or werewolf, I wouldn't exactly be very welcomed, I'm sure, and both have seemingly painful traits to cope with. Are you good at giving directions? It is absolutely impossible for me. I have NO sense of direction, like, at all. I don't know highway names, local exits, etc. etc. etc. etc. Why did you last curse? Pain when readjusting myself due to aforementioned issue I'm having. What is your purpose in life? I hope it involves animals and spreading words of peace and an appreciation for art. What is one of your weak points? I'm very, very, very dependent on others. I'm really working on trying to correct that. I can barely do shit on my own as is. Who was the last person you heard snoring? My cat, haha. Would you rather shower by yourself or with another person? 100% by myself. Another person would just get in the way and make me VERY self-conscious of my body, even if it was my romantic partner. Just please leave me alone to hate myself for 10 minutes. :^) What was your last addiction? You could say my current one is John Wolfe, a really funny let's player I've gotten into. Been bingeing some of my favorite games he has playlists of for a few weeks now. You are in a tank full of spiders, what do you do? Well one, I'd like to know what kind they are. Venomous? Harmless? You gotta give me the details. If I don't have any, then I'm admittedly freaking the fuck out, even though I know I should stay very calm when trying to get out. Fear would win, though. If killing yourself meant saving the world, would you? Saving the world from what? But odds are, yeah. I don't cherish my pretty damn mediocre life more than I do the lives of what, 8 billion people? Have you ever stayed up all night just to talk to someone? Yeah. When was the last time you eavesdropped someone? I kinda do that sometimes when Mom's on the phone and I can hear her from my room, and if they're on speaker. Particularly if the subject is me. When was the last time you went to a club? I've never been to one. How have you been sleeping? Poorly. Are you adopted? No, I'm not. Do you like scrapbooking? Not really, no. Do you collect anything valuable? "Valuable to me." <<<< This. Nothing of great monetary worth, though. Have you ever been beaten up? No, thankfully. Do you know anyone with an eating disorder? I don't think so, in my personal life. What was the last thing you killed? An ant. Have you ever used someone for money? I never could, no. When was the last time you went to the zoo? Sigh, it's been many many years. I'm so ready to get my goddamn legs back in shape so I can go again, this time with a REAL camera, too. Last time I went was when I still only had a Kodak EasyShare; I have a professional Canon camera now with much more education on photography too, so I would be in absolute heaven with at least twenty memory cards in need, haha. Maybe next fall... Is there a teacher you hate more than anything? I actually never had a teacher I hated in my entire school career. It really, really is as simple as just being a respectful student. In most cases, I should emphasize, because I do understand some educators just suck. Now I had some teachers I wasn't very fond of, but most certainly none that I hated. Do you own colored eyeliner? No. Do you have manners? I honestly think I'm very mannerly. When was the last time that you had a pet that died? We last had to put my dog Teddy down; he had cancer and was literally withering away. I knew in my very core that even if we didn't bring him to the vet to euthanize him, he would've died naturally in a very short period of time; I doubt he would've survived another night. Now I'd like to move on. What is your favorite medication that you take, and why? The combination of Vraylar and Lamictal is the reason I'm alive. It keeps my bipolarity and depression under control. Do you decorate Mason jars? No, but those are some of my favorite crafts visually. They're very pretty and cute. Can you see the mountains from where you live? Oh hunny, I wish. Did you ever play pranks on April Fool’s Day? As a kid, yeah. I don't anymore. I'm not really even a fan of April Fool's Day as an adult because of how cruel some jokes assholes play are. Which instrument would you play if you could learn to play one? Maybe violin. Do you part your hair on the left side, right side, or in the middle? The left. What are some names you like that start with the first letter of your name? Uhhhh Bianca, Braelynn (look I know it's so stereotypically Southern but it's pretty)... and idk from there, those are the two that come to mind first.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''harvester of sorrow'' by metallica

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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What would you say is your favorite food? Sushi. < Ahhh, this is a good one. My favorite is down to a tie: it’s either chicken curry or burgers.

What color eyes does the person you like / love have? Are they pretty? Dark brown. I’m not too sure what the second question is referring to but yeah, she and her eyes are both pretty.

What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Hi-5, omg. That show was my life in preschool and I always watched the 12 NN replay as soon as I got back home from school, back when I was still on a half-day sched. I was so hooked I remember having legit tantrums before starting Grade 1 because grade school meant full days in school and thus having to miss out on the show entirely.

Do you like Mexican food or any other foreign foods? For sure. All my favorites are Asian (Indian, Japanese, Indonesian, Chinese, etc.) but I also enjoy Italian, Mexican, Greek etc cuisines. I generally haven’t tried African cuisines but I really, really want to.

What color is the keyboard you are currently using? The keys are black with white lettering.

Do you own any of those ‘chunky’ and cute rings? Nope, not my style.

What are you planning on eating for dinner tonight if you haven’t already? I saw my dad cooking up something deep-fried; it was like his own version of katsu or something, or maybe it’s fish fillet? I’m not too sure what it is yet but I’m excited and will probably eat lots of it as I skipped all my meals and have only been running on coffee and vape all day - not good.

Do you own an iPod or MP3 player? If so, when did you get it? Technically I still do. Haven’t used it since high school. I got it when I was 10 back in ‘08; I was envious of the kids in school who had iPods, so I asked my dad to buy me one even though I wasn’t super into music at the time. Not the best kid in the world.

When was the last time someone took your picture? Last Saturday when my package came. Apparently online deliveries now require your photo to be taken upon receiving your package and I think it’s for the seller to keep track of their transactions. I’m not a big fan of the new procedure, but it’s whatevs.

Would you rather write a report or type it on a computer? Type.

What color was the last jacket or hoodie you wore? Gray.

Do you receive more compliments or insults on a daily basis? Neither, really. I haven’t been talking to people a lot; and when I do it’s for work, where I receive neither compliments nor insults.

Who is the lead actress / actor from your absolute favorite movie? Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney, or Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.

Can you recite the alphabet backward? [continued from last night] Slowly, but I’m sure I can finish it.

Do you eat chili when you get a hotdog, or do you like it plain? We don’t do hotdogs with chili here. I generally don’t see chili much where I live and I wouldn’t call it a common dish.

Would you say it’s easy for people to make you smile or laugh? At first I thought it was, but I’m slowly realizing that it isn’t.

What would you say is your favorite cereal, if you even like it? Cookie Crisp is the only one I like. I don’t have cereal often.

When was the last time you went on vacation? Where was it? It was a quick weekend getaway to Tagaytay and then Cavite, if it counts.

How many states have you been to in your lifetime? Zero.

Do you and your friends normally say you love one another? Yep, especially with Andi and Angela.

Have you ever been an outcast at your school or anywhere else? I was definitely one in early grade school, and again in Grade 6 when both my closest friends migrated in a span of six months, and I spent nearly all my lunch periods alone. Looking back on it, I’m really glad I powered through and made it here because I truly wasn’t happy at the time.

Do you own any dresses? If so, what colors are they? I have lots of sundresses and little black dresses because I was into those for a very long time at one point. Some of them are black, obviously, but I also have dresses in blue, maroon, and olive.

Would you say you drink more pop / soda than you should? I never drink soda as I’ve always felt like I spend more time complaining about how drinking it feels like burning my tongue and throat than actually enjoying it.

Would you rather have orange juice or milk with your breakfast? Water.

How many different colors has your bedroom been painted? Just one. The walls have been white ever since we moved here 12 years ago.

Do you cuss? If so, do you ever cuss in front of your parents? I’ll slip in front of them sometimes but I never get in trouble for it anymore.

Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually? Our humor together can be raunchy sometimes but I don’t think I’d ever do this. I dunno if she wants to hear I’ve had sex with a girl either.

Is there anyone out there who can make you cry very easily? Yes.

What was the worst news you’ve heard this entire week? *In the last week, hearing about the typhoon’s effects in other cities didn’t feel good. This entire country is literally only getting by with donations from the private sector because the government isn’t doing shit for cities and families who got severely affected by the typhoon; it’s almost depressing to hear and read about.

Have you ever been in a car wreck? I’ve been in minor car accidents but it would be too much to call any of them car wrecks. They had all just been tiny bumps or thuds.

Do you have your ears pierced? If not, what do you have pierced? Yes, my mom had my earlobes pierced when I was an infant. I don’t plan on getting any more new ones as I’m not really into piercings.

Has anyone ever told you that they think you have ADHD? Nope.

What is your biggest pet peeve? When people reach out first via text/IM then even if I get back to them in 5–10 seconds, it takes them a long time to get back to me. It’s especially annoying if they classify it as urgent, I drop everything to reply quickly, then they end up disappearing. Like why?

Do a lot of people understand you completely? Who does exactly? No, I like keeping a wall up.

Would you say you’re really good at cooking and baking things? Haha no. But it’s something I want to be skilled in, definitely. I’d love to be able to make the food I usually just thirst over on the internet. I’m taking baby steps, like figuring out how to make certain sandwiches, but I have a long way to go before I can consider myself any good.

How is the weather outside right this second? It’s been a little cloudy this morning but it might start to get fair seeing how I’m beginning to see the sky turn blue. I’m just hoping there won’t be too much sun, period.

Do you have a lot of trees around your house? What about buildings? No buildings as I live in a gated village. We have a number of trees around, but I wouldn’t call it ‘a lot.’

Would you say either one of your parents are 'pack-rats?’ No. I have that title, and I believe I inherited it from my great-grandmother who was a bit of a pack rat herself, as I’ve been told.

Have you ever disowned anyone in your family? For what reasons? Kinda. I don’t associate with one of my uncles because he has a terrible drinking issue that he never got to permanently fix. Whenever I see him at family gatherings he just smells like stale gin or whatever it is he drinks, and it just ruins the essence of family reunions for me. As recent as Christmas Day last year he drove drunk and crashed into a car with an entire family, but as always his ass got lucky because 1) no one in the family got hurt, and 2) said family let go of the lawsuit they were planning to file against him.

Have you ever seen That 70’s Show? Do you watch it regularly? I tried watching the first episode but genuinely could not find it entertaining for the life of me. Sorry, Mila :(

If you could choose, what decade would you rather live in? I never really think about revisiting decades - they’re already behind, so what’s the point? As bad as the 2020s have been looking, I’m okay with staying here.

How often would you say you get sick? Once a year at most.

Is there anyone out there who has hurt you so much, you wish they’d die? I used to wish they would die, but I don’t feel that way anymore.

Has anyone ever called you a socio-path before? I don’t think so.

When was the last time you watched a movie in theaters? December.

Have you ever moved to a completely different state before? We’ve moved to different regions before.

Do you mind it when surveys ask you really personal questions? No. Isn’t that part of the point of surveys?

When was the last time you told someone you love them? Thursday or Friday I think, when Andi said it to me first and I said it back. I wasn’t having a good day and they were just looking out.

Which one would you like more: kiss on cheek / kiss on neck? Depends on my mood. Right now a kiss on the cheek sounds nice.

Does it bother you when people steal your stuff on MySpace? This never happened to me because I had Myspace for such a short time and I never caught it at its peak. Also, how do people steal your stuff over there? That’s pretty intriguing lmao

Do you have freckles? Do you like / dislike them? I don’t have any.

Who would you say is the best actor / or actress in your opinion? My biased ass would rally for Kate Winslet all the way, but some other great ones for me are Toni Collette, Emma Stone, Jodie Foster, and Natalie Portman.

How many times have you been drunk in your life? Many.

What would you do if the last person you kissed said they hated you? Be confused and ask them to give me a few concrete reasons. I don’t think too highly of myself, but I know I’ve never done anything to make me deserving of hate, especially with regard to us.

Do you ever think you might be pregnant? No, it has never been a worry of mine.

When was the last time you acted really immature? The weekend.

Do you enjoy watching comedies or horror movies more? Horror. I never watch comedies and the only subtype of it that I watch is romcom.

As a child, did you ever have an imaginary friend? Yeah but it lasted all of five minutes until I got bored with the concept.

Does anyone call you baby? Who would that be? No.

Can you rely on one or more people to take up for you? I have no idea what take up means. If this also means ‘stand up for me,’ then yeah I can.

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imaginejamesandsirius · 4 years

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If it won't be too much, how about James as a muggle,( Lily's cousin) and Sirius sees him for the first time at a party at Lily's place over the summer break of 5th year and finds him really really cute?

((A/N: Warning for child abuse and some mentioned homophobia))

Sirius knew that Remus was having a good time flirting with one of Lily's muggle friends, so when he dragged him away, he shot her a smile and said, "He'll be back in a minute," instead of saying nothing like he wanted to.

"Wh- Sirius I was busy."

"There's a cute boy," Sirius said through his teeth.

"Congratulations," Remus said, then tried to leave, only for Sirius to yank on his arm before he could get anywhere. "What the hell, mate?"

"What do I say to him?"

"How should I know?" Remus asked irritably, wanting to go back to his conversation. It was refreshing to meet someone that knew who Shakespeare was for a change, and he wanted to get back to that.

"You go on dates all the time!"

"You could too if you weren't so damn picky."

Sirius gave him a flat look, because they'd had that conversation before. Remus didn't see the harm in casual dating, and Sirius was of the mind that he needed to feel something for them before going on a date. Evidently, thinking someone at this party was cute was enough of a reason to want to date him.

"Just- I dunno, bloody talk to him. Pretend you're normal and start a conversation like you would with anyone else."

"I don't have conversations with random arse people."

"Well now's a good time to start," Remus said, giving him a little shove in one direction and walking off before Sirius could stop him. There was always a chance that Sirius would chase after him, but thankfully, he took the hint this time and left him alone.

Sirius had meant to take Remus's advice as best he could, but he ended up not getting the chance. Sirius took a breath in as he walked up to him, only for the bloke to turn at the wrong moment and spill his drink all over Sirius's shirt.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, I am so sorry," he said, heat rushing to his face in embarrassment. "I- oh fuck, let me- here I know where the washroom is, it should get most of it out."

Sirius could have resisted because it didn't matter, he'd be able to spell it out of his shirt once he got home, but he was already being pulled out of the room with a warm hand in his own. "Stop panicking mate, it's fine." Besides, what were the chances that what he'd spilled would be that bad?

"You say that, but then you go home from this party and tell the story about the stupid wanker that spilled an entire drink down your front. It's not exactly how I wanted to be remembered."

"You wanted to be remembered?" Sirius asked, and he blushed harder as he opened the right door. Now that he saw it in a brightly lit room with a mirror... yeah, it was kind of bad-- or at least, it would've been if he didn't have a wand that could fix this in seconds (bloody sucked that he was a muggle, otherwise this wouldn't have been a problem at all). There was a bright red stain across his once white shirt, and it looked like it was still spreading.

"Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger, I'm so sorry," he said, turning on the sink and haphazardly untucking Sirius's shirt.

Heat rose in his cheeks, but he was going to be cool under pressure. "You could at least tell me your name before you start undressing me."

He cleared his throat, face as red as Sirius's felt. "James."

"Sirius."

James nodded, wetting a washcloth. "Lily's mentioned you in her letters."

"All bad things, I'm sure."

"Eh, used to be," he said with a grin.

"Careful James, you're awfully close to convincing me that Lily and I are friends."

"I would never do anything of the sort."

Sirius laughed, enjoying the way James's hands felt on him. James wasn't groping him by any means, but he wasn't being careful to minimize contact either.

After a while, James managed to get the vivid red color down to a pale pink, and Sirius figured that there was no time like the present to make a move. He grabbed James by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him a touch awkwardly. It got far less awkward when James kissed him back, but there wasn't much he could do overall since it was his first kiss.

Sirius was panicking. He was panicking so much that it felt like his heart was just going to give out and he'd drop dead here in the middle of a muggle pavement. He was in muggle London wandering around. Merlin, why was he in muggle London? He had his wand sure, but he didn't know what to do out here, he didn't have any bleeding muggle money if he needed it. Of course, he hadn't planned to be out here, he just found himself there with no warning.

His parents had found out that he was dating not only a bloke, but a muggle bloke, and they'd fucking lost it. They hadn't kicked him out because they'd been too upset to think of it, so Sirius had run out before they could, barely grabbing a jacket and shoes. Wearing jeans and a tee while at home probably hadn't done him any favors in hiding their relationship.

He felt battered to all hell, but it probably didn't look that bad. He was having trouble breathing, and there was a bit of a limp, but he was pretty sure he didn't have anything on his face-- his parents were usually pretty careful about that. He wasn't one hundred percent sure this time since they had reached new levels of angry with him, but no one was giving him a look like he had a black eye.

It was hot and muggy out even with the sun down. His hair was sticking to his face in sweaty strands, and his shirt was probably more damp than dry at this point. It would've been cooler if he took off his jacket, but it felt like it was the only thing keeping him together. He didn't know that he had a destination in mind, but after an hour or two, he found himself in front of the Potter's house. He shouldn't bother them. He should turn back around and go home, but the thought made him start to shake, and everything started to land on him at once. He was exhausted, his body was starting to wear down, he was hungry, and he was about to start crying. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were both pretty nice, but were they nice enough to let him in when it was this late and he looked so disheveled?

He shouldn't bother them and he knew it, but his other options were even less appealing. The worst the Potters could do was tell him no, and that wasn't so bad. He walked up to the door and curled a hand into a fist tight enough to keep it from shaking, then knocked.

Mr. Potter was the one to answer the door, and he was frowning. "Sirius? What are you doing here so late?"

"Erm."

Then his eyes went wide. "Er, where are my manners? Come inside, of course, come inside." He ushered Sirius in, closing the door softly. In a quiet voice, he asked, "Are you alright?"

His fist was shaking now. Merlin's pants, it felt like he was about to crumble into pieces right here in the Potter's entryway. "Yeah," he said, trying to keep his voice even, but he knew it was wobbling, "my erm- my parents, they-" he broke off, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Is James here?"

Mr. Potter stepped to the side and motioned towards the stairs. "In his room." He didn't mention anything about Sirius starting to cry, and Sirius liked him all the more for it.

"Thanks," he muttered, walking past him. "I'll keep the door open, I remember." He probably should've knocked on James's door instead of just opening it, but he didn't think about it until after he'd opened it.

James was at his desk doing homework, and he looked up when he heard the door. "Sirius? What's..." he started to say, but he trailed off as he took in how Sirius looked. "Bloody hell, what happened to you?" he asked, getting to his feet.

Maybe he didn't look as unaffected as he'd been hoping. Sirius wiped at his eyes again. "My er, my parents found out I was dating a-" a muggle "-a bloke." He swallowed thickly. "They weren't very pleased."

"Did they hurt you?" James asked, his voice that careful tone of quiet and even like if he asked Sirius in a regular voice he would freak out and leave.

Sirius shook his head, pulling James into a hug. "It doesn't matter."

"Sirius," he said, sounding pained, "if they hurt you, that matters. Are you in pain right now? Do you need to go to hospital? What's-"

"Stop worrying," Sirius said, resting his head against James's.

"Stop worrying? You show up injured in the middle of the night, and I'm not supposed to worry?"

"It's not the middle of the night," he murmured.

"That's not the point," James said, letting go. "Are you okay? Do they do this often?"

Sirius rubbed at his eyes some more. "Well you're my first boyfriend, so no."

"Yeah, but we've been dating for a year. Is this the first time?"

"Yes. Bloody hell, I don't know what you're kicking up a fuss for. It's not like they kicked me out or some shit, I just needed some air so I left."

"You needed air," James said flatly. "That's what you're going with, you needed some air."

"Did you get a stick up your arse when I wasn't looking? It's not like I'm crashing in your room, I just wanted to see you for a minute."

"Yeah and-" James blew out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I missed you, so I'm happy to see you, but there are some parents that would fucking kill their kid over something like this. I'm not being worried for no reason, I'm trying to make sure that you won't turn up dead one day. I don't think that's so unreasonable of me."

Sirius quieted, shifting his weight. "They wouldn't do that," he muttered. "They'd disown me sure, but they wouldn't... not that."

"Well. Good to know," James said awkwardly. "I mean, I really like you, but it's not worth it if it's going to get you hurt, y'know?"

"I appreciate what you're trying to say, but my parents have never approved of my decisions. They're always pissed with me about something, I'm not going to start changing now."

"Okay. If you're sure."

"I am."

James nodded and gave him another hug. His touch was more gentle than before, probably worried about hurting him worse. "Just- if you do need to break up to be safe, I wouldn't judge you for that. I understand."

"Not happening," Sirius muttered. "But thanks."

After a while, they moved to sitting on James's bed, chatting about nothing important. Mostly it was Sirius asking questions about his muggle school since he didn't know how to edit his stories from Hogwarts.

Mr. Potter knocked on the door as he leaned against the doorframe. "Not to pry, but are you staying the night, Sirius? We can make the guest room for you."

"Thanks Mr. Potter, but I should be getting back home." Sirius gave James a quick kiss then got to his feet.

"If you're sure," he said neutrally. "Come on downstairs then, I'll give you a ride."

During the year, Sirius gave his letters to James to Lily, and Lily would send them home, and her parents would post them to James for him. During the summer, Sirius didn't have to bother with that, he would just pop out and visit. James didn't spend a whole lot of time at home, either going out for lunch, meeting his friends, or going to parties; Sirius tagged along, always told that he was as welcome as James was.

He didn't want that to change, but now that his parents knew about his muggle boyfriend, they decided that house arrest was their best option. He was still allowed to send out Archie (originally Archimedes, but the nickname pissed off his parents so he used it) with letters, which meant he was back to sending them to Lily first. James's replies made it to him in the same manner, and Sirius didn't much like where James was going with his topics because it sounded like he was talking his way over to a break up.

So in his next letter, all Sirius wrote was James, if you're going to break up with me, just go ahead and do it.

The reply was substantially longer than he'd been expecting, and if he felt a bit like a sap laying in his bed reading the second half of it over and over again, no one would know.

Sirius, 100% NOT WHAT I WAS DOING

I just worry about you. My mum and dad are great about us, and they've been fine with me liking blokes since before I told them about it. I know you said your parents wouldn't kill you, but they have hurt you and now you're not allowed to leave. What if you need help and can't get it? I'm sure you know all of this so me bringing it up won't help, but that is what I was thinking. It was more of a reminder that you don't have to stay in this relationship at the cost of your personal safety. If you're sure, then you're sure, and I'm happy to be with you (even if we hardly ever see each other).

While we're on the subject of us (I know, I know, we never really got OFF the topic, but still), I guess I wanted to let you know that I love you. Blimey that sounded a lot better in my head. I sort of wanted to casually let you know, but it's impossible to have anything be casual in a letter. Everything looks so official. I had wanted to tell you in person for the first time of course, but that's not an option right now, so... you know. Just imagine that I said it while we were getting ice cream or something. Like we had two cones, walking along the pavement holding hands. Much more romantic than a letter, don't you agree? But I'm only sixteen, so I'm sure I'll get better at this romance thing before it bothers you too much.

Anyways, I was thinking next time we see each other you'd let me braid your hair? You've mentioned it before, and I've been practicing a few techniques on Mum (she thinks it's cute that I'm trying so hard, but reminding her that my hair is totally useless when long didn't win me any favours). I wish I could go to the same school as you and Lily, it sounds like fun, plus we'd get to be around each other all the time. Oh well, at least you have a good time when you're there.

Love you, James

Sirius knew that his parents hardly ever came into his room, so he left that letter with his normal ones from his other friends and didn't worry about it. He'd been helping Regulus with some homework in the family library, so when he walked upstairs and saw his father standing in his room, one letter in hand and an enraged look on his face, Sirius knew he was in deep shit.

However, Sirius cared about the letter in question more than he cared about an extra bruise or two, so he grabbed it from his father's hand and shoved it in his trousers.

Despite what Sirius had told James before, Father had a look in his eyes like he might kill Sirius for this. He clamped one hand around Sirius's upper arm, his grip so tight that Sirius winced and automatically tried to pull away even though he knew it was futile. "In love," he said, voice low and shaking with rage, "with a muggle."

Sirius swallowed nervously. Technically, he hadn't said it back. He did feel that way about James, but he'd been too nervous to write it down.

"You have ten minutes to get out of my house and never return." Father let him go and half shoved him to the side so he wasn't in the way whenever he strode from the room.

Well. So far this was going better than he thought. He burst into motion, not sure if he'd get the full ten minutes or not. He dragged his school trunk out from under the bed, glad that he kept his school things in there even in the summer. He shrunk it and stuffed it in the pocket of his knapsack, quickly followed by the stack of letters on his nightstand. This bag was too small to fit everything even if he had the time, so he shoved his boots on his feet, happy that he'd taken to keeping them next to his bed instead of by the door like he used to. Boots on, jacket on, he grabbed a few items of clothing from every drawer and put them in the pack. He had a handful of other items that he didn't think he could easily replace (a book on motorcycles, a few pieces of jewelry, the little coin pouch he had set aside), and he hurriedly stuffed them in as well. The book took a little persuading, but he was able to buckle it shut.

He wished he could say goodbye to Regulus, but did he have a choice? There was no way he'd be allowed to roam through the house looking for him. Before he could truly worry about, he saw Regulus at the foot of the stairs.

Reg looked up and frowned. "Why do you have a bag? Where are you going? I thought you were grounded."

Sirius threw his arms around him, hugging tightly. "I've got to go. Be good, Reg."

"What're you-?"

"Don't touch my son!" Father roared, casting a spell at Sirius that flung him away from his brother and straight into the wall.

"Dad! What are you doing, put that down!" Regulus screamed, shoving at his wand hand. Father kept it unerringly pointed at Sirius though, and the next spell sent the table next to him crashing down. "Leave him alone!"

There were cuts on his face, but Sirius wasn't going to waste anymore time. He'd said goodbye to Regulus, and it was the best he was going to get. His entire body ached and his face burned, but he tried to ignore all of it, heading for the door.

Regulus was still screaming at their father, but Sirius couldn't make out the words. Either he'd gotten the wand away from him or he'd said something half convincing, because there wasn't another spell that hit him as he closed the door to Grimmauld Place for the last time.

He started walking at a quick pace, practically running for the edge of the street. He couldn't go to the Potters' again. Remus lived all the way in Wales and probably didn't have the space to take him in, besides. That left Lily as his best option, for the moment at least. He'd been to her house before, but it was a bit far to walk, and he didn't want to show up with no warning. Lily would take him in no question, but he didn't know her parents that well. All he needed was one night to try and figure out how buggered he was in the grand scheme of things, because he wouldn't be able to do it with the time he had left today.

There were... Merlin, telephones that you could pay to use, Lily had shown him how to use it, and he was pretty sure the change was still in his pocket. He double-checked, found that he did have coins but fuck if he knew which one was needed. He'd figure it out when he found the telephone, hopefully. But actually, before that, he needed a washroom. There was blood running down his face, and he didn't want to deal with getting blood on his shirt on top of everything else happening right now.

He ducked inside a building that was similar to one he'd entered with James when they both needed the loo, then slunk to the back and locked the single stall door. He winced when he saw his face in the spotted mirror. He looked a bit of a mess. It looked like- well, it looked like a vase had shattered on his face. Sirius hadn't noticed before, but his nose was broken. He knew how to heal a broken nose, so he got out his wand and fixed it. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to heal cuts, so he was left with splashing his face with water and gingerly drying it with cheap paper towels.

He gave his face another once over and grimaced. He still looked like a mess, but there was nothing he could do about that right now; this was the best he could do. On his way out of the stall, he saw one of those telephones at the end of the hall. He headed straight forward, peered at the slot and put in a coin that was the closest in size. He'd memorised Lily's number, so it wasn't all bad news today.

"Evans residence," someone said, and it didn't sound like Lily.

"Hi. Erm. I'm looking for Lily? My name's Sirius, I know her from school." Friends. They were friends and he didn't mention it. Merlin and Morgana, he was bad at this.

"One moment please."

Sirius tapped his foot nervously, wondering if the call had been ended without him knowing. Should he try again?

"Sirius?" Lily asked.

"Yeah."

"What's up? Are you at James's?"

"Er. No."

"How are you calling?"

"One of those pay things you showed me."

"Yes, and why are you calling? Are you alright?"

"Erm. My parents. They sort of. Erm."

"...Did they kick you out?"

"Yeah, a bit." He swallowed, staring very hard at the little buttons in front of him. "Do you think I could stay with you tonight? Just- just the one day, I need somewhere to stay while I figure out what to do."

"Jesus," she whispered. "Yeah just- give me one second to ask my parents. One second, I'll be right back."

More silence, and enough time for his nerves to make themselves known again.

"You still there?" Lily asked.

"Yeah."

"You can stay with us. It won't be your own room or anything, but it's a roof," she said apologetically, as if she weren't doing Sirius a massive favour.

"No that's great," Sirius said thickly, wiping at his nose. "Thanks Lils."

"Anything for you, mate. Where are you? I can come get you."

"I dunno. Started walking, ducked in the first place I could find."

"You- your parents live on Grimmauld, right?" she asked, only stumbling a little over wanting to say 'you live on Grimmauld'.

"Yeah."

"That's close to the curiousities shop, do you know where that is?"

"Yeah." He'd been to both the muggle and magical sides, once with James and once with Remus.

"Okay, go over to that, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks."

"See you soon."

Sirius gingerly put the phone back how he'd found it, leaned against the wall to have a moment of weakness, then grit his teeth and headed for the exit. Now that he wasn't hurrying away from his father, he was moving pretty slowly, and he didn't want to make Lily wait for him if he could help it.

He did end up getting there before her, only then he had to deal with everyone giving him looks for the cuts on his face. He took his hair down to cover some of it, leaning against the wall and wishing that he would sink into it. His ribs were starting to really hurt, making every breath an effort. He was so focused on controlling his breathing that he missed it when Lily got there, and he didn't notice her until she was right in front of him, saying his name with a concerned look on her face. "Sirius? Blimey, what happened?" she asked, but she'd been musing to herself, not actually asking him. "C'mon." Carefully, she put a hand on his back and urged him towards the car.

She didn't say anything important until they were driving towards her house. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, utterly nonjudgmental and kind. Sirius hadn't done anything to deserve a friend like her. Fourth year transfiguration they'd been partnered up for a project, and they never looked back. Instead of Sirius and Remus by themselves while their other dormmates chatted to each other, it was Sirius, Remus, Lily, and Marlene as a group.

"Not much to say," Sirius said. "My father found some letters from James in my room and told me to leave."

Lily's eyes darted to his pack. "I erm take it you're not welcome back?"

"The only way they'd want me back is if I turned into a blood purist arsehole."

"Well." Lily cleared her throat. "I, for one, think you'll make a great addition to the Evans family."

"It's just one night."

"I asked my parents if you could stay for the rest of summer, and they said yes. You'll be bunking in my room since Petunia refuses to share with me again, and I hope you don't mind that I told my parents you're bent, it's the only way I could think of to not get you set on the couch for a month and a half. Shite, I shouldn't have told them, I should've talked to your first. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about it, I definitely should've kept it my stupid self-"

Sirius snorted. "It's fine, Lily. Honestly. If your parents minded, they wouldn't let me stay over."

Her expression twisted. "They're not what I'd call accepting, but- y'know, they aren't going to do anything absolutely horrid. Just. Ignore them if they say something off, I've talked to them about it, but they refuse to listen to reason, you know how it is."

"Yeah," Sirius said, even though he didn't, not really.

"Have you talked to James?"

"No. Called you instead."

"Well um, silver lining? You'll be able to see him again and visit for the rest of the summer hols. My parents love James, they have a big thing on family, so even if you're cuddling all the bloody time, they won't split you up or summat. That's er, that's good, yeah? It'll- it won't be so bad staying with us. But erm, maybe avoid Petunia. Shouldn't be hard since she's avoiding me, but she doesn't like the whole magic thing, and I don't want her to start yelling again." Lily let out a shaky breath. "Music? Music's good, we should-" she stopped speaking, banging her fingers against a button. Music started playing, and the rest of the drive was spent with neither of them talking.

Lily pulled the car up to a house a while later and turned it off. "Is that all you've got right now?" she asked, nodding to the knapsack.

"My trunk is in here too, but yeah."

She nodded, opening her door. Sirius watched how she did it and followed suit.

"You sure your parents don't mind?" he asked, not stepping towards the house.

"I'm sure. They'll want to talk to you some time today, so you can check with them if you need."

Sirius nodded, bracing himself for that awkward conversation. He wished one of them had experience in healing so he could breathe a little easier, but he'd heal eventually.

"I've got a book on healing in my room, I should be able to take care of the cuts for you," she said as they walked forward. "It's not comprehensive though, so we might have to deal with everything else without magic."

"That's fine." Healing the cuts was more than he'd expected, so he sure as hell wasn't going to complain about her not fixing everything.

Lily's parents were alright. Obviously they were nice, but they weren't on the same level as James's parents. It made sense that they were a little wary of him-- the leather jacket tended to do that to people-- but otherwise they pretty much stuck him in the house, newly categorized as family.

"Have you done your History of Magic work yet?" Lily asked, puttering around her room as Sirius relaxed on the cot they'd fished out of storage for him.

"Yeah." He'd gotten it done ages ago, pretty much as soon as his isolation had begun. "D'you need to see it?"

"If you don't mind. I've got no bloody idea what this war is, and I haven't found a mention of it in any of my textbooks."

Sirius carefully moved over to his trunk. "It's not in textbooks, you'd need a library. I had to dig through the Black Family library to get anything useful."

"Well not all of us have a fancy pureblood library to use," she quipped automatically, then paled. "I- I'm sorry, I wasn't even thinking."

"It's fine," he said, but it stung; it probably would for a while. He was a mess in his personal life, but his belongings were meticulously organized-- mostly because he hadn't had anything else to do with his time. He opened the trunk and pulled out the assignment. "Here."

"Thanks," Lily said, accepting it from him. "You know, if you wanted to call James, you can. Phone's downstairs, you're free to use it."

Sirius was quiet for a moment. Obviously he wanted to call James, but what was he supposed to say if James asked him how he was? He was pretty sure he'd just start crying, and that wasn't what he felt like doing. But the desire to talk to him was greater than the desire to not cry, so he said, "I think I will. Thanks."

"Anytime."

He headed downstairs, glad that he didn't run into anybody else on his way. He poked at the numbers, then waited anxiously for someone to pick up.

"Potter house, Euphemia speaking."

"Hullo Mrs. Potter, it's Sirius."

"Oh, hello, Sirius! How've you been, dear? I haven't seen you in weeks."

"I've been alright," he lied. "You'll probably see me more for the rest of summer."

"How delightful! James won't admit it to me, but I know he misses you quite a bit. I take it you're calling to speak with him?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I'll fetch him for you. It's nice to here from you, dear."

"Nice to hear from you too."

It was only a few moments before James was there. "Sirius?" he asked eagerly.

Sirius smiled to himself, eyes sliding shut in relief. "Hi James."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Staying with Lily."

There was a pause as James digested that. "That's good, right?"

"Yeah, it's good. Her erm, her parents say I can stay here for the rest of summer hols, so I'll be able to see you a lot more."

"That's always good news," he said, but it was with a tentative happiness, like he wasn't sure how pleased he was allowed to be with it.

"Yeah." Sirius swallowed, thinking of everything he wanted to say to James. "I know I never wrote it back to you, but..."

"You don't have to say it, I know."

"Yeah?" he said, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "How'd you figure that out?"

"The way you look at me," James said warmly. "It's a definite boost for my ego. Mum's giving me a look like I should've said something more romantic, but I did warn you that would take me some time."

Sirius chuckled. "Not judging, sweetheart." He held the phone tighter in his hand. "It's been a rough couple days."

"I'd imagine."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you again."

"I am too. Listen, I've got to go help Dad with dinner, but I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely."

"Great. Love you, bye."

"Bye."

"Oh, Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"I know it can't be easy for you, but I'm glad you're away from them. You'll make it through, and I think you'll be better for it."

"Probably. Sucks right now, though."

"Yeah. If you need anything, you can ask me, okay?"

"Okay."

"Love you."

"You too."

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Ducktales Reviews: The Lost Harp of Mirvana!

The ducks head under the sea, no accusations just friendly crustacians under the sea.. along with some sorta monster, mer hippies voiced by voice acting legends and della being unable to enjoy any of this because she’s hiding back at the sub. Take a dive under the cut.

I’ll confess this wasn’t one I was even remotely excited about going in: I’ts not that I thought it’d be bad: the series is at it’s peak right now, I figured i’td be entertaining like last week, it just had the misforutne of being right before we finally get Daisy next week, and recent episode solicits for the two afte ronly made it worse: Fenton’s third episode (hopefully he gets two this season), that’s also hueycentric and will hopefully make gyro less dickish, and a wrestling episode because i’m a casual wrestling fan and huey having to play the heel against a norse snake god sounds fucking amazing. SO yeah “Hippie mermaids and Louie being suspcious only to oh no be proven wrong about being suspcious” as I predecited the episode would go sounded boring in comparison. But i’m not afraid to eat crow... metaphorically, literally I don’t want to eat a crow it’d taste miserable and I don’t want to eat this crow because I love him.

But on dreading this ep.. I was blown away. Part of it is low expectations: I had really none other than “it’ll be decent” going in, but that only carries you so far. No this episode was fantastic, adressed a problem i’d had since “Timephoon!”, if not earlier, and had some great guess casting. It was a throughly enjoyable, funny episode. Will it probably end up on my faviorites list like the premire duo might? no, but it’s still damn good. Let’s get into the why shall we Our story this week is fairly simple: The Ducks are headed under the sea to find the lost harp of mirvana, sans Launchpad because he had to go help an ex girlfirend, hang out with darkwing, it was his day off, they had enoguh characters to juggle as is, he got his head stuck in a jar again, I dunno. But refreshingly Beakly is present! Seriously this IS something I wanted since season 1: her coming along with the family more. She rarely does, which makes some small sense given she’s the housekeeper but has made less and less since they have a ghost butler and sh’es family at this point. I get she has to earn her keep and what not, and wants to show up her ghostly rival, but come on. Thankfully they have come on and while i’m not sure if it’ll be a common thing going forward, it IS nice to have her for this one. The story itself is nicely divded once our heroes run into the mirvanans themselves, zen mermaids, our focus ones voiced by hyden walch and greg cripes, who you may know as starfire and beast boy from the teen titans cartoon... andtheotherone... as well as voicing Princess Bublegum and 2k12 Michealangeo respectivley. I Love these two and it was a treat to have them voice mermaid hippies. Our party quicklky splits up into three plots that converge at the end: Louie, being naturally suspcious after nearly being sacrificed by seemingly benevlonet societies 20 something times (and Dewey having 71 according to the tally given this episode that I painstakingly counted. The boy is one braincell starved for attention) is suspcious this is a midsommar type thing and he’s in the middle of some sorta death cult as usual, while webby, a trusting soul, belivies nothing is wrong and the mer people are genuine, with Beakly backing her up despite seemingly going against her nature. Now this plot alone seems stock for any show, but works here since it’s rooted in character; Louie sees all the angles and thus all the cliches adventurers run into. He’s been at this for at LEAST a year, he’s seen just enough to get how a certain story will probably go and being a grifter by nature, he dosen’t trust easy to begin with. In contrast while Webby CAN be suspcious, her being naturally trusting has also been part of her character from the start. She genuinely TRUSTS people and gives them a chance first and unless their a clear enemy of scrooges, will not turn her back on them. This is best shown with her relationship with Lena: even AFTER getting clear evidence Lena was a spy the whole time, and even without the evidence that after a certain point it was a lie, she refused to fully belive Lena had betrayed her... and was rewarded with Lena giving her life for webby. She trusted Violet even after Violet had been hiding her intentions and had a dangerous magical artifact from her arch enemy on her, and was again rewarded this time with Lena coming back and getting another lifelong friend out of the deal in Violet. Webby has a faith in people that pays off more than not..t hough we’ve also seen that faith backfire, mostly in scrooge as scrooge is a flawed man and has serious issues, whether it’s a combination of flu and gaslighting driving him insane, or him lashing out at her at his weakest moment. Her optimisim both fuels her and has made her life better but has sometimes blindsided her to the flaws in people, especially her hero. It’s as bojack horseman put it “When you look at life through rose colored glasses, you miss all the red flags”. What keeps this intresting as the two go into an off limits danger cave to find out what’s inside, Louie to find proof he’s right and Webby to go with him to prove he’s wrong, is Beakly. After saving the two from a monster, Beakly keeps boosting webby..then privatley admits as the audience probably guessed she’s also deeply suspcious and simply dosen’t want to shatter her niece’s worldview until they have evidence. And this is where that thing I wanted comes into play: see last season during “Timephoon!” beakly is directly conrasted as a parent with Della, having raised two children and being wiser. And while she was in that moment.. Beakly isolated her grandchild, and basically kept her in a guilded cage while training her to be a weapon out of fear of loosing what little she had left. LIke with Donald’s smothering parenting, it’s understandable, but it should be adressed.. and this episode does, but thankfully dosen’t make Betina unsympathetic either: Every parent, or in my case uncle, has to lie once in a while, especially now with the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s natural. But Betina has gone overboard to try and protect Webby’s inoccence.. and it’s backfired. Not preparing her for scroog’es worse behavior lead to him outright destroying her during “Last Crash of the Sunchaser” when he temporarliy disowned her. And here it leads to a damn powerful scene with great acting from both Toks and Kate . The trio find the harp, voiced by Rhetta aka Donna from parks and recreation, whose basically the harp from the “raiders of the lost harp” episode of the original, the first episode of said show I ever saw and a classic about a harp that would melodically say “no no no, your fibbing fibbing fibbing” when someone lied, which this harp does, if not every time. She reveals her former owner, the king of mirvana who the hippies build their society after his example, basically ducked repsonsiblity while things fell apart and spent too long underwater (the mirvanans can also walk on land) and became the monster from earlier, and the rest will share his fate if not told

The powerful part comes when Beakly tries to lie.. and the harp keeps shutting her out till she’s forced to admit the truth: you can just.. feel the pain coming from the poor woman, and webby folds into a depressed state. Naturally Louie realizes, once they get back to the rest of the family, more on that in a second, and seeing that the mermaids did NOT realize their king was a monster nor plan to feed them to him, webby was right and tells them to have hope and that the society they built IS valid even if their king was a dipstick, he rebuilds webby and after everythings wrapped up webby and beakly apologize and hug. It’s a damn good plot even if the “Louie realizes he was wrong and wasn’t right abotu them being evil” parts were predictable.. it worked due to the excellent character work, with Louie also realizing being a cynical dick is kind of obonxoious. A damn strong a plot The subplots are also rooted throughly in character while still being entertaining,especially once the a-plot gets heavy towards the end: Della in the c plot stays behind because she’s afraid of fish, only conquering it breifly at the end to help her family and punch a man in the face, but it’s nice to not only see some new bits to her as well as some neruosis of her own. She is donald’s sister: he can’t hog all of it for the two of them. The main subplot though centers on the remaining family trying to earn their way to the harp by doing zen arts and crafts and works due to character: Donald becomes a hilaroius zen master in moments (though earlier he rebuffed a gently pat on the chest by the lady mermaid, though given she’s super pretty and he’s, for now, single and has been for a while.. jsut go for it. You’ll probably get a three way with the other one (who isn’t my type but it’s more the man bun than anything. Loose that and.. yeah i’ll be int hat mer sandwitch), but I digress, Donald finds inner peace, likely because well. he WANTS IT. He wants to be happy and calm, even if the world smacks him in the face and tells no. Granted said peace is disrupted in the most hilarous way possible simply by Huey telling him they think his barbeque is merely okay, but he deserves credit. The boys also quickly find it, Dewey making a mermaid tail with hot rod flames and huey making a woodchuck one but what makes the subplot is that scrooge..c an’t. He hates this society, he hates hippies and he LOATHES self reflection. It’s like this society was magicaly generated to piss him of and i’ts wonderful to watch. And as a quick aside bit before we go Rhetta is awesome as the harp, not the parks cast member I woudl’ve chosen as my first round draft pick for the series but she does greatly and has great timing (especially when Louie talks about selling her) and it was nice to see a bit of my first ducktales experince come back in an intresting new way. Overall this episode was a VERY plesant suprise, and taught me to be more open to an ep in the future even if it dosen’t look like it has a huge personal draw. It was excellent.And now before I go i’ve decided each week, especially now we have a enough, to put the episode in the ranking of each and every episode this season and placing them in comparison of one another. I might do a list ranking the first season and second seasons on their own for fun. But for now here’s season 3 so far, so you can see where the ep stacks comparitvley: 1. Quack Pack! 2. The Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks! 3. The Lost Harp of Mirvana! 4. Double O Duck in You Only Crash Twice. I”ll see you next week for DAISY AT LAST, the return of my boys the cablleros and some suprises and pies of all sizes ashurldy. Until then, courage.

#ducktales #mystery science theater 3000 #the lost harp of mirvana #ducktales spoilers

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It's the little things (OumaSai)

MARRIED SAIOUMA IS BEST SAIOUMA AND YALL CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT

I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH THANK YOU ANON MARRIED SAIOUMA GIVES ME LIFE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY

title: It's the little things

summary: When you're married, you begin to appreciate the small things about your partner. Like when they call your mom, Mom for the first time.

word count: 1046

~~ prompt starts after cut! ~~

Shuichi and Kokichi were newlyweds. Well, sort of. It still felt like they were newlyweds. It had actually been a year and a half since they've been married but they had yet to leave their honeymoon phase. Either way, they were at their happiest. Shuichi couldn't believe how utterly lucky he was to marry Kokichi.

Despite his playfulness, he was crazy smart, and a damn good boyfriend, and now husband. He stole his heart and locked it with his before throwing out the key. Not that he minded.

Kokichi had obviously felt the same. He's loved Shuichi since they first met in high school. Though his feelings were much stronger than Shuichi's at first but that didn't matter. They were married and god did it feel so amazing to say the words "my husband." Kokichi never really got the big fuss about marriage but when he fell hard for Shuichi, he understood.

He understood what the craze about it was.

Their parents were split. Kokichi's parents were more disapproving of their relationship, being more traditional and less open-minded than they would've hoped, but Shuichi's were fully accepting. They took Kokichi in as one of their own and showed him all the love and appreciation he needed and deserved.

Even if his parents disapproved, Kokichi was hurt by their choice. Shuichi was a great guy, and it hurt him that they didn't approve. Of course, he knew their opinions were set and no amount of convincing would change that.

He eventually moved in with Shuichi after his parents disowned him, and with the help of Shu's parents, they were able to get back on their feet rather quickly.

It wasn't as if Kokichi didn't still love his parents, he loved them so much, but he couldn't fathom talking to people who would disrespect his husband the way they did. He meant the world to him, he was his heaven and earth. His job was to protect him, and he was doing just that.

Shuichi understood it wasn't anything personal except their own beliefs but he knew how greatly it upset him. He's comforted him multiple times about it, explaining that he didn't need them to approve because that wouldn't stop them from being together.

He heard him giggle on the phone while he quietly washed the dishes. A smile curled on his face as the conversation continued. Kokichi twirled a stray lock of his hair with the phone in his other hand, "Yeah, he's doing fine. He's doing the dishes right. Do you want to say hi?" His purple eyes quickly glanced at the smiling male and a grin flashed on his own face when he turned over to Shuichi.

"Shumai!"

He looked up, Kokichi placed the phone on speaker. "Mom says hi." Shuichi laughed and gave a quick hey before continuing doing the dishes, his lover taking the phone off of speaker while he finished talking.

Wait a second.

Did he hear that correctly?

Did… did Kokichi just call her mom?

"Alright, Mom. I'll call you later. Bye, nice talking to you!"

There it was again!

"Yeah, love you too. Bye." Shuichi immediately turned off the faucet and quickly dried his hands before running into the living room. This startled Kokichi who gripped his phone tightly while blinking confusingly at Shuichi who was now out of breath. "Uh, are you okay?"

“You just called my mom, Mom."

He raised an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"You just called my mom, Mom. That’s, like, better than when you said you loved me for the first time.” He repeated while grinning ear to ear, a blush scattering across his face. Kokichi propped his chin on his palm while his elbow remained grounded on the arm of the couch. "Shuichi, are you feeling okay? You look weird. Don't tell me you have some sort of weird fetish for this because I am not game."

"No, no, ew, no!"

"I'm kidding."

Shuichi burst out laughing and tackled his husband on the couch. However, doing this only cause both of them to topple over onto the ground in each other's arms. They shared a laugh and a sweet kiss. Kokichi laid on top of his husband while his hands rested peacefully on his hips. "Why is me calling your mom, Mom, such a big deal?"

"I don't know. I just⁠—It makes me happy. It makes me happy that you're comfortable with her."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Dunno. But, I'm glad that she thinks of you as her son as well. I was so worried about what they'd say when we first went to go meet them and my Uncle."

Kokichi rested his head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat from his shirt. He could feel his own face heat up. Goddamnit, Shuichi. Stupid, cheesy bastard. "W-whatever. It's not that big of a deal."

Shuichi smirked and looked down at Kokichi who was too busy trying to hide his embarrassment to realize where Shuichi's hands were. "Aw, are you getting shy?" Shuichi wriggled his hands towards his stomach area and began tickling his sides mercilessly. He laughed, barely making out any sort of sentences. "Stop! Shumai!" He elongated his name with breathy laughs.

They flipped over and Shuichi continued to tickle his lover before stopping abruptly. He hit his elbow on the table, causing him to stop in his tracks. He immediately reacted and clutched his elbow with a yelp. Kokichi sat up and laughed at Shuichi's pain. "Ha, dumbass! That's what you get⁠—Ah!"

Shuichi flipped the two over again, pining both his wrists above his head while the other went back to his side. Kokichi had begun tearing up from the laughing, "Stop! Shumai, please! I'm sorry just⁠—Just let me gooooo!"

And, he did.

He stopped his attacks, and instead moved his lips towards Kokichi's. He gently pressed them together before using his hand to deepen their kiss, tilting his jaw up towards him. Kokichi hugged him once his hands were released. He clung onto him like a koala in a tree.

"It's the little things like this that make me just keep on falling for you."

"Likewise, my sweet Detective."

He didn't care if Kokichi's parents didn't approve. He was in love with Kokichi. And no one would stop them from being together.

#oumasai #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #drv3 #saiouma #danganronpa #kyus post #OK BUT #MARRIED SAIOUMA ALWAYS MAKES ME SOFT OK #I JIST WANT MY BABIES TO BE HAPPY #LET THEM BE HAPPY DAMNIT

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( tati gabrielle , cis female , she/her, twenty-four ) omg ! i was walking yonge street downtown , and you’ll never guess who i saw . mallory roth ! i just saw a post about them on sixsecrets ! i think it said something like “ still no word on the status of mal roth's next album — but at least twitter stans are posting some hilarious memes about the three - year - long wait ” . isn’t that wild ? i guess it makes sense through , since they’re apparently fickle and self-absorbed . but i’ve heard they’re also ardent and ingenious ! i’ll just stick to giving them the benefit of the doubt . i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous singer / songwriter ! you know , i’ve actually heard rumors that ____ , but they’re just rumors … i think . i dunno . if you happen to run into them , tell them i’m their biggest fan ! ( sam , she/her , 23 , est )

* lorde career claim !

greetings and salutations! i’m sam and i’ve been thinking about this muse for aaaages, but this is my very first time writing her! character info is under the cut and of course, please message me if you would like to plot!

triggers : abandonment, theft, car accident.

STATS

FULL NAME: mallory corine roth ; born mallory im

NICKNAMES: mal, moll, mollie

GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis female + she / her

DOB + AGE: december 31st, 1995 + twenty - four

ZODIAC: capricorn

HOMETOWN: oakland, california

ORIENTATION: panromantic / pansexual

OCCUPATION: singer / songwriter

HISTORY

mallory im was born and raised in oakland, california. her mother was a nineteen - year - old pre law student at uc berkeley and her father was in the midst of his fifteen minutes of fame as a musician with a number one song on the radio. he was in town for a gig which mal’s mother attended, and then just a few weeks later she discovered that she was pregnant. her parents ( mal’s maternal grandparents ) were absolutely furious. they disowned her on the spot, kicking her out of their house and stopping their payments of her college tuition. forced to drop out, she resorted to working several small jobs at once in order to cover doctor visits and the rent for her small, run - down apartment.

much of what mal knows about her early childhood is things that she was told rather than things that she actually remembers. after she was born, her mother resumed her college courses in between her revolving door or minimum wage jobs. her parents were civil with each other. by the time that she was born, her father’s career had completely fallen off and he put most of his earnings into starting a record label ( that wasn’t very successful at first ), but he would still send them some money every once in a while.

mal was three years old when her mother began dating a local businessman. the owner of a luxury car dealership, he was slightly older and a widower with two children of his own, and he and mal’s mom fell absolutely smitten with each other. it wasn’t long before they were picking out flower arrangements and setting a date for their wedding ( mal was the flower girl and her soon - to - be stepbrothers were groomsmen ).

after the marriage took place, mal’s new stepfather was completely committed to taking care of the new members of his family. he moved them into his home, paid for mal’s mother to complete her degree, and even formally adopted his new stepdaughter, her surname officially changing to roth.

the few years that ensued were uneventful outside of a few things : mal started taking music lessons, her stepbrothers went off to college and so she became the only child of the household, and her mother completed law school and opened up a practice in the city.

mal tried countless hobbies, but nothing besides music could hold her interest for long. in high school, she joined the skater kids clique and started to rebel. it was just small things at first : sneaking out after curfew, trying cigarettes, drinking at the skate park with her friends on the weekends. her parents had noticed of course, so they scolded her a little and figured that was that. spoiler alert : it wasn’t.

at approximately two in the morning on her sixteenth birthday, mal and a few of her friends drunkenly stole a car from her stepfather’s dealership and wound up crashing into lake merritt. mal was behind the wheel at the time. fortunately, no one was seriously injured. her parents were simultaneously relieved and furious. however, they were far more interested in helping her rather than punishing her. deciding that a change of scenery and being away from her friends who they deemed to be a bad influence might be good for her, mal’s mother and stepfather sent her to live with a virtual stranger.

in the years since he had started his record label, mal’s father had upgraded his reputation, going from washed - up musician to successful businessman and mentor. he’s credited with launching the careers of several artists in the genres of rap and r & b. he was earning more money than ever, dating beautiful celebrities, and buying all sorts of expensive items for himself. he sent cards & money for birthdays & holidays and called on the phone every once in a while, but mal had never met him.

she never thought much of it. their first in - person meeting was actually rather anticlimactic. his chauffeur picked her up from the airport and brought her to his enormous bel air mansion, and he was just leaving for work when she arrived. he told her to make herself at home, and that was it.

mal spent her first few weeks in los angeles exploring her new home. she poked around the edges of the local party scene and found that it had lost its appeal for her after the accident, so she turned her attention to the one constant in her life : music.

she started accompanying her father to the studio and quickly caught onto the basics. at just sixteen years old she was writing songs that artists were literally fighting over, but as she noticed her words growing more and more personal, mal started keeping songs for herself and soon she had more than enough for an entire album.

the song royals was released in 2013 when mal was sixteen years old, written about her first impressions of los angeles as someone who had never left their less famous and glamorous hometown. it was kind of an experiment. no one really knew what was going to happen, but no one was expecting the song to become the PHENOMENON that it did.

royals was critically acclaimed, spent nine weeks at the number one spot on the billboard hot 100 chart, and went on to win two grammy awards : best pop solo performance and song of the year.

her debut album pure heroine was released in 2013 as well, and her second album melodrama was released in 2017. the long break in between albums became a literal meme that’s starting to pop up again now that it’s been around three years since mal has released something new.

she moved to toronto in 2016 while she was working on her second album. it was just supposed to be a little vacation that would hopefully help to clear her head because she was struggling to write at the time, but mal wound up falling in love with the city and decided to make it her permanent residence.

PERSONALITY

Perfectionist™️

I HATE EVERYBODY by halsey is honestly a perfect explanation for how she typically is in her personal relationships. she falls hard and fast, and when the relationship inevitably disintegrates she’s devastatingly heartbroken until she discovers a new infatuation. she does it with both romances and friends, moving through the lives of people around her in search of something she’s never found.

basically, she wants love but expects it to happen right away, and when it doesn’t she immediately writes off the relationship as a failure.

the type of person to literally move to a new house if her refrigerator stopped working because she doesn’t feel like getting it fixed.

almost overly generous with friends. you like her perfume? here, take the bottle! car broke down? come on, she’ll buy you a new one! material things = love is something she isn’t even aware that she believes in, but she absolutely does.

she’s REALLY self - centered though. people do often approach her for advice, but she’s just not a good listener.

lowkey insecure and worries that she’s unloveable but she’d never outright say so except for in her music.

she’s approachable, but not really the chatty, small talk type. because of this, she’s gotten a bit of an unfair reputation for being frigid in the media.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend ( basically the one person she’s never gotten even a little bit bored of. )

friends ( usually surface level, but also former friends, childhood friends, industry friends )

industry rivals

enemies

pr relationships ( romantic, platonic, negative, but all 100% fake )

exes / hookups / ewb / fwb

her current infatuation - could be platonic or romantic

THERE IS A POTENTIAL CONNECTION THAT INVOLVES HER SECRET, SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME IF YOU MIGHT BE INTERESTED AND WE CAN DISCUSS!

these are just some base ideas for connections, so please don’t feel limited to what’s listed here!

#sixhqintro #abandonment tw #theft tw #car accident tw #very excited to write with everyone!

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werewolfharrington · 4 years

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Flower ask: also all of them. you get to suffer with me >:3€

oh darlin’ we’re in it now huh

Alisons: Sexuality?

homogay

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

she/they | all gender will be shot on sight

Amaryllis: Birthday?

sept 23rd

Anemone: Favorite flower?

monkshood

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

stranger things or ghost adventures

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

like? distance? a couple miles probably

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.” William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

wild cherry capri sun

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

ima change that to ‘kiss the last person u thought abt kissing’ bc YES

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

*jenna marbles voice* hell yeah!!

Baneberries: Favorite song?

waiting for the end - linkin park

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

chaos

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

i have too many to list !!! brandi, kasey, you, liz, ivy, nick , just to name a few!!

Begonia: Favorite color?

blue uwu

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

foxes !! and opossums

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

night time babey

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

either a fox or an opossum or a raven, i think

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

i wanted to be a vet !!!

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

theyre ok as long as theyre not screaming and/or mine

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

i don’t liike vomit bc. nastey (trauma i think) and i don’t like old ppl well. i dunno why? they’re just so old and fragile and helpless and sometimes they’re really mean and idk i think it’s like something to do w death or something LMAO idk. also i just hate the idea of becoming old and having to rely on other people ?? hhh

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

i was bullied a lot

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

realistically? probably playing dead by daylight with my girlfriend ADFSGRHYUTR

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

happily taken

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

ireland, scotland, alaska, greece

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

whenever my friends or family tells me they love me but esp when u text me goodmorning or when we say our goodnights sorry im gay haha

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

i have. uuuuhh 6

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

no!!! i want some tho :(

California Poppy: Height?

i think im like. 5′5 or something? give or take an inch ?

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

oh absolutely. my house is haunted as we speak

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

bmth hoodie and pajama pants w foxes all over them. i just woke up lol

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

yeah i always keep one on in the bathroom

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

my sister bc she came home from college yesterday

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

ask me in like. a little over a month from now ;)

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

FONT??? the animal crossing font

Columbine: Are you tired?

oh absolutely

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

thanksgiving, christmas, seeing my gf, magfest

Coneflower: Dream job?

idk if it’s a job but i just wanna own like. a ranch that takes in all sorts of animals and takes care of them

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

introvert

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

ooooh yeah

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

i mean. depends on what they want/need. distance wise? i’d travel the known universe for u

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

he was a plaid teddy bear his name was Stanley!!!! i miss him :( but now i have Little Moon God as my favourite stuffed animal

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libro

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

Working in Yellowstone is something I’ll never forget

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

well. hmm. i was gonna say flying to yellowstone but maybe driving to north carolina by myself bc driving long distances alone to places i haven’t been before gives me hella anxiety (i’m better now)

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

i don’t pay rent in this house to listen to their opinions lmao.

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

you, i think, when we said goodnight last night!!! EDIT: you this morning!!

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

being bad at dead by daylight

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

dead by daylight

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

(little over a month now but uhhh) GOT A UH ......GIRL.....FRIEND ...... GOT TO VISIT GIRLFRIEND ........ and got the windshield finally replaced in my car

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

i dont know! so far ive laid in bed now im at my computer answering this. not too bad. my shift is only 4 hours today.

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

for the most part, i’m pretty content, yeah

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

MOVE OUT

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

my friends, my mom, my sisters, my girlfriend, my bastard dog

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

metal

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

what does this mean. physically, i’m very affectionate, i just. don’t show it alot bc anxiety/i overthink. that and i constantly tell ppl i love them and what they mean to me

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

whoever is reading this

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

wake up next 2 a cute girl. take way too long to get up. go climb mountain w cute girl. vibe on mountain w cute girl. go to waffle house 2gether. gome home and vibe. play video games or watch a movies/tv w cute girl.

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

i like to make art or play bideo jame

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

oh gosh i dunno. the ones i’ve known the longest are kasey and brandi, and i’ve known them both around/over a decade i think. we met in middle/highschool!

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

you, ivy, liz

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

so many

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

idk man but i remember when you said u had a crush on me and then i posted a selfie and u were like ‘OH NO SHE’S CUTE” and like ??? idk i think that was definitely the first compliment to ever shock me LMAO

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

6.9/10

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

my tattoos

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGGViLwHEUk

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

i liked to play zombies ate my neighbors on the sega genesis !!!!

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

eliza !!!! we lost touch a few years after i moved away :(

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

ima be real everything makes me feel guilty

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

aaaaaa the whole abi/moon incident

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

my name is fox. it means i like foxes

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

northern virginia babey !!!! that place fucking sucks!!! but everyone who lives up there thinks they’re hot shit.

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

i had a bunkbed and i think the walls were pink

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

😬 i’m just gonna say i’m much happier now and i’m coping with life and shit a lot better

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

she’s sweet and funny and i love her so much!! she always does the Most for everyone, sometimes to the point where she isn’t concerned abt herself and i see where i get it from. but yeah my mom is great, my dad doesn’t deserve her

Onions: Tell about your dad.

source of a lot of trauma and why i have so many issues regarding men. i don’t wanna talk about him anymore LOL he doesn’t deserve the attention

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

my dad’s mom is becoming senile and i think she’s racist and queerphobic. my mom’s parents disowned her a few years ago so we don’t talk to them anymore

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

i dunno. i don’t try to remember my birthdays. whenever i can go to busch gardens for my birthday i usually have a lot of fun there.

Peony: What was your first job?

if you don’t wanna count working w my mom as a florist, target was my first job back in 2016. i found my name tag the other day , actually

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

WELL, i know you followed me on here first. and then twitter?? but we didn’t really start talking until stranger things 3 came out (thank u stranger things) PHYSICALLY, we didn’t meet until fursonacon (haha. i remember when u texted me that u got to the hotel and i came down to help n i saw u unloading yr car and it was then that my brain was like OH NOOOOOOOO and my heart was like OH YEEEEAAAAAAAH)

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

physical, mental, or emotional? i play a video game or listen to loud music

Pink: Where is home?[

somewhere in appalachia i can feel it in my stupid soul

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

idk man i’m pretty content w where i’m at now so

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

chester bennington

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

i have a waife and we have many great pets and we live in a log cabin in the mountains or in a nice victorian in a small town or something IDK but we’re happy and that’s all that matters

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

God

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

my mom, me best friends, my girlfriend

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

my girlfriend’s laugh because it’s THE cutest shit and then when she giggles??? oh my heart

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

oct 23rd, 2005, we brought Fat Boy Zack home !!!!

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

July 22nd, 2016. i was 2200 miles away

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

to be holding my girlfriend >:(

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

those i hold dear

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

enough, i guess?

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

my girlfriend

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

it’s fucking BORING and TOO EASY and they don’t pay me ENOUGH but i can get away with so much shit there so ima still go, ima still go

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

all of the flannels currently in my possession

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

mountains, woods, forests, cabins, autumn, cryptic, occult, victorian, edwardian

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

if someone gets me a gift i’m legally required to execute them

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

this 40hr workweek i got coming up

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

i have not read in So Long

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Moved out away from here lol, we’ll see

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

i’m a furry

that was SO LONG im sorry i also put you through that but THANK YOU ENJOY READING ILU

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terrablaze514 · 5 years

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Dare To Be Different (Secret Magic AU) - 1x2, OT5

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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Rated T for mature subject matter... Or M on the side of caution. I dunno - one of those ratings is best suited for this scene.

Timeline: A few months into working on their Blind Target album. Consider this their break time.

Summary: The group freezes at odds when Heero's words slip. Thankfully, Mr. Lowe steps in and offers assurance.

~•~•~

The bunch having fun at Heero’s dad’s apartment for a sleepover. Duo and Trowa initiate a silly game in the middle of a video game battle… The game is paused in exchange for this one. Five minutes later, the rest of the group joins in - only for Heero to blurt that out. Wufei slips and falls; Quatre chokes on his soda; Trowa simply shrugs and stares at Heero. Duo clears his throat.

“I can explain,” he began. “It all started when-”

“Wait.”

Heero’s dad appeared in the living room.

“Young men, there’s nothing wrong with coming out of the closet. Nothing wrong with being attracted to others. You’re still getting a better sense of who you are and what you want in life. Yes, I already understand how hard it is for people to be free in today’s society.”

“We don’t need a speech, Tousan,” Heero muttered.

Odin smiled and winked. “Speeches, Hee-chan? You got that from me.” His gaze returned to the rest of the group. “As I was saying, Sex Education at school only caters to heterosexuals who are fully comfortable in the bodies they’re born in, correct? You guys are bi. Don’t ask me how I know, I’ve always been observant.”

Duo shuddered. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. Odin walked across the room and held Duo’s shoulder.

“It’s okay. All I want is for each of you to be safe, and feel safe around here. One of my colleagues has an aunt, a licensed practical nurse, and an uncle, a psychologist who specializes in sexology and gender studies. They’re organizing a Sex Ed workshop that caters to homosexuals and bisexuals. The workshop will happen next weekend, if you guys are interested.”

“That would be great, but what if we get caught by the tabloids?” Quatre asked. “Unlike you Mr. Lowe, my father is strict and he would hate it if I dated another guy. Perhaps, disown me.”

“I couldn’t admit this to my parents. Like, never.” Wufei stared at the carpet floor and said nothing more.

“It’s complicated,” Trowa added with another shrug.

The tense muscles in Duo’s shoulders relaxed in response to Odin’s welcoming vibe for the group. “So, you’re not mad? You don’t hate me for sleeping with your son? We both consented, used protection, he topped me. All I remember is how good - scratch that. I remember how intense and electrifying it was. I mean, you get what I’m saying, right? I’ve found him extra attractive since eleventh grade… Now we’re nineteen, Trowa’s birthday is in a couple of weeks, and I honestly thought about topping Heero this time. Y'know, uh… Oh my god, why am I even talking right now?”

“It’s okay, Duo,” Odin said with a smile. “You don’t have to say anything more. Sex is beautiful when it’s shared with the person you’ve built the trust and foundation with. I’m even more happy to know that my son has found someone to love, like you.”

“And your point is…”

Heero’s dull tone indicated his loss of patience. He wanted to squash the subject and go back to the games they were playing before, but his friends, bandmates, former classmates, one recently new lover a few months prior, were more interested in what his father had to say. Looking around, he’d noted the looks of uncertainty that yearned for a listening ear. Someone who cared. Someone who believed in them.

Following his emotions has always been the key to life. This, however, felt even better.

Odin chuckled. “All I’m saying is, under this roof, you guys are safe to express yourselves. I am here to listen whenever you need it most. I’m also cool with the idea of you guys hanging out here, because I don’t trust your new manager nor his team.”

Trowa’s eyes lit up, for only but three seconds.

“So you promise not to tell our folks?” Duo asked. “Gays, lesbians and bisexuals are still targeted by the hateful and judgmental ones in these streets.”

Odin nodded. “I’m fully aware of that, and it’s very unfortunate. A promise is a promise, though. Everyone my son is close to deserves to feel safe. When I’m not around, you guys need to stick together and build that network of safety. Make it a code. Don’t you ever forget that.”

With a friendly dap(sp?) on the shoulder, Odin headed back out. The rest of the group exchanged sobering looks before closing their gap.

“Well, it’s good to know your dad is cool with us being lovers,” Duo said. “Just, be extra careful next time. We wouldn’t be so lucky if it was another parent or relative.”

“Yeah, so much that I slipped on your carpet,” Wufei added. “I promise to get it fixed.”

“I’m truly grateful that this didn’t happen at home,” Quatre said. “Even moreso that your father is accepting of us.”

The group nodded.

Heero’s lips curved into a smile. “I was only having fun.”

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theoddcatlady · 6 years

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Family Reunion

“Is that it?”

Garrett craned his neck forward to get a better view and I suppressed a giggle. “Yes, babe, that’s my parents’ house. What did you expect?”

“When you said you lived in a wooded area, I dunno, pictured creepy cabin, bloody axe on the doorstep...”

I kissed his cheek before gently elbowing his side. “Come on, park the car, I can’t wait to see my mom!”

There was already over a dozen cars parked on the lawn, it was a wonder Garrett could find a spot. I could hear the nieces and nephews already playing in the backyard, probably climbing up and down from my old treehouse or chasing the cats in the pole barn. “Probably Uncle Reese and his family arrived yesterday,” I said as I climbed out of the car.

Garrett was already attempting to lift both our bags, making a big show of grunting and heaving. “Man, you weren’t kidding when you said your family goes all out for reunions. Did you pack the whole bathroom?” He groaned.

“Oh, stop it!”

I suppose his shock was justified, I hadn’t really told him much other than that I have a big family and my house isn’t exactly small either.

The ruckus only grew louder as we hurried up to the front door, I was practically dancing in place. “We’re home!” I announced as I walked in the front door, Garret poking his head in nervously behind me.

My mom ran in from the kitchen, her eyes lighting up as she wiped her flour covered hands on her apron. “Emma! Oh my baby girl, you’re home! I missed you so much!” I swear she was crying a little as she wrapped me in an uncomfortably tight hug. I could smell cinnamon in her hair.

“Mom, you’re crushing me. And you saw me just last month!” I managed to untangle myself from her before gesturing to the guy trying to hide behind me. “Mom. This is Garrett.”

Mom wiped her eyes, getting a swathe of flour on her face. “Oh, I’m sorry, Garrett. Emma’s told me all about you, I hope she’s not forgotten to tell you about me?”

Garrett laughed in an attempt to hide his nerves. “Of course, Mrs. Silver! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” He held out his hand all formal like. Mom took this as an invitation to yank him into a hug. My mom’s short but she is a strong little lady.

“None of that Mrs. Silver stuff, call me Diane! My, you’re a tall fellow, aren’t you?” She pulled apart to look him up and down. “Nice muscles! You have great taste, Emma!”

“Mom! Please!” I hid my face in embarrassment.

I heard the wood creak as a familiar set of boots walked up. I lowered my hands to see a tall man with graying hair and a thick beard.

I smiled. “Hi, dad… this is Garrett. He’ll be having dinner with us tomorrow.”

My dad eyed Garrett up and down, Garrett looked more tense than a stretched rubber band as he smiled nervously. “Mr. Silver, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand again, I swear I saw it shake. Dad’s an intimidating man to people who know him, I can’t imagine how he looks to the person dating his little girl.

Dad stared solemnly for a few seconds, his face cold, before his eyes finally twinkled and he pulled Garrett in for a half handshake, half hug. Another thing to know about my dad- he’s a teddy bear.

“Garrett, finally, we meet! Emma’s said nothing but good things about you!” He boomed.

“Oh, really?” Garrett almost immediately relaxed. “I hope I meet your expectations!”

“Enough of that formal talk, boy!” My dad slapped Garrett on the back, nearly knocking him over. “You’re a part of the family now! I’ll take up your bags to your room, Garrett can sleep with the boys...” He trailed off as he saw me make a sour expression. “Only joking! He’s sleeping in your room too! It’s already all made up, your mom’s had it ready for a few days now.” He hoisted up both bags and headed up for the second floor.

I giggled and looped my arm in with Garrett’s. “Come on! Let’s go see my cousins! I’m sure they’re going crazy waiting to meet you!”

We found them where I expected, in the downstairs game room, the younger ones playing video games while the older ones were busy chatting it up. Roger looked up and beamed. “Hey, Emma, you made it!” He jumped up and quickly wrapped me in a hug.

“I see you’re a hugging family,” Garrett noted as he looked around.

Roger snickered and looked around the room. “Kay, the kiddos playing Super Mario are Jane, Chris, and Leon, they’re like twelve,” Chris turned around and stuck out his tongue, “Okay, Chris is thirteen, sorry, geez, the idiot who isn’t nearly as good looking as me is my twin brother Ryan, the girl wearing the red t-shirt is my little sister Bonnie, the really, really pregnant one is Mia, and the dude who totally isn’t high out of his mind is Jason.”

Jason tried to glare before he caved. “Okay, I’m a little high. But I’m not as high as I was at Christmas!” He complained. Ryan raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.

Garrett nodded as he looked around the room. “Great, I, uh… yeah, I’m probably going to need to be reminded of your names a few more times while I’m here,” He said.

Roger gently punched his shoulder. “No worries, we’ll just beat the shit out of you if you get it wrong. Scooch over, Jason, make room for Emma and her boyfriend.” The way he said that almost made me want to punch him. Almost. I’m used to idiot cousins.

I stole one of the beanbags and made myself comfortable. “Where’s Greg, he’s usually here by now,” I said.

Ryan shrugged. “I think he’s with Uncle Keith? Rose went too.”

“Awww, I was looking forward to seeing her,” I complained.

“You’ll see her tomorrow at dinner,” Bonnie said, looking up from her phone, “But she’s trying to avoid her mom right now. She ah, brought her fiancee.”

Ooooh. I looked to Garrett. “Rose is gay, she met a girl while at college. I didn’t know they got engaged though!”

“Oh yeah!” Bonnie snickered. “You really need to get on Facebook more often. Auntie Octavia had a freaking meltdown when she saw she had changed her Facebook status to ‘Engaged to Marie Schultz.’ First it was about how she wasn’t going to have any ‘real’ grandchildren, whatever that means, and then it was about that how she didn’t tell her before announcing it to Facebook, gee, wonder why, and then it was about how it was sinful, and oh my god, it was just a dramatic shitshow!”

Jason giggled. “It was hilarious! She was crying about it with my dad on the phone, my dad was just ‘uh huh’ and ‘of course’ until he hung up, and then he went to the fridge and got like, three beers.”

Garrett nodded slowly. “Ah, the gay cousin drama. Think everyone’s been through that. Where’s the fiancee then?”

“Marie is currently in the kitchen, driving Octavia nuts.” Bonnie’s smile was downright sinister. “She was raised in a family of cooks and is wooing the crap out of the rest of the aunts. They all love her. Even Great Aunt Denise!”

My jaw dropped. “Aunt Denise? She’s the biggest Bible thumper in the family! She got shifty when my mom and dad moved in together two months before they were married!

“I know!” Bonnie threw up her arms. “Octavia is practically about to explode! Didn’t help that the stress had her screw up her stupid fruit cake, ended up adding a tablespoon of baking soda instead of like an eighth of a teaspoon. Completely ruined it, she had a meltdown and sobbed but no one really cared, frikken drama queen. I think she’s just drinking wine in the corner and pouting while Marie has everyone else eating out of her hand.”

I looked over at Mia, who seemed content as always to be quiet. “How you feeling, Mia? Aren’t you supposed to have had that baby yet?”

Mia blinked owlishly a few times. “Oh, no, not for another month… I feel ready though. I’m huge.” She groaned and squirmed a bit. “I still can’t believe there’s only one in there too.”

I giggled and reached forward, taking her hand. “I can’t wait to meet this lil guy! Or girl, you’re still keeping the gender quiet?”

“It’s gonna be a surprise! A really great surprise. I think I’ve settled on William for a boy… or maybe Leroy...” Mia sighed and threw her arms up in the air. “Nevermind, I still don’t know!”

“You should name him after meeee...” Jason teasingly flopped himself onto her shoulder, which got him shoved to the floor for his trouble. “Owwww!”

Mia smiled bashfully. “Oops?”

The rest of us laughed before Roger jumped to his feet. “Come on, let’s go raid the wine cabinet!”

Chris perked up. “Can I-”

“Absolutely not!” The cousins chimed together while Chris’ shoulders sagged.

“Come on! Jason said you guys snuck wine all the time when you were my age!”

“Yeah, and we got our butts beat so bad we couldn’t sit down for Easter lunch,” I said, ruffling his hair. “Few more years bud, we’ll turn a blind eye when you’re eighteen.”

That night I laid in my old bed, staring up at the ceiling where there used to be some sort of fanart of a TV show I used to watch. I’d long taken it down, but I could still see bits of the blue tacky stuck to the plaster.

“Your family is fucking amazing.”

Ah, wondered when that was coming. I looked up, Garrett was getting dressed for bed but had sat down at the foot of the bed to ponder the day’s events. I laughed and sat up. “I mean, they’re family, I guess they’re okay…”

“I mean it though.” Garrett turned to me, I think I saw a tear in his eye. “I’ve been hugged by people who think I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread. Your cousins, your aunts and uncles, even your dad...” His voice choked up a bit and he turned away.

I sat up and crawled to him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I know your family… well, they weren’t as… good as some.” That was an understatement. He’d opened up about what hell he’d been through. “But my family? We stick together. We never, ever hurt each other. The bad apples, well, Grandpa Oliver disowns you. And if the patriarch of the family disowns you, you’re no longer family. That’s how we do things here. And… and I love you, Garrett. That means they love you too.”

Garrett blinked a few times, probably to clear out the tears. “… I love you too, Emma.” He kissed me and I giggled, running my hands through his hair. We parted and that roguish grin of his that I’d gotten attached to returned.

“So, have you ever screwed anyone in your childhood bed?”

Answer is no, I hadn’t, and although I was paranoid about the creaking, it was a pretty great screw.

Next morning I woke up, rolled over to get some great cuddling in, and found that Garrett’s side of the bed was empty. Confused, I sat up and glanced around the room. His phone was still here, although he’d changed out of his pajamas.

Where the hell was my boyfriend?

I rolled out of bed, managing to get dressed quickly enough before heading down to the kitchen. I’d slept in, no idea why I’d not been woken up, but I headed for the kitchen first.

My mom was just sliding something into the oven when I tapped her shoulder. She spun around, setting her hand on her chest. “Christ Almighty, Emma! You could scare a person half to death!” She said.

“Mom, have you seen Garrett?” I felt my stomach growl as I smelled the soup cooking on the stove. God, I couldn’t wait for dinner. “I woke up and he was gone. Left his phone behind so I don’t think he left.”

“I don’t know, dear.” Mom frowned. “He might’ve and just forgotten, Roger and the boys had to make an emergency run into town, your grandfather was worried there wasn’t going to be enough food to go around.”

I snorted. “Mom, there’s always enough to go around… but I guess it wouldn’t be a reunion without leftovers. I’ll check the pole barn, maybe dad needed some help carving up dinner.”

The late morning sun was already warming to the typical summer heat, the littlest of the kids were playing hide and go seek, I dodged toy balls and dollies before reaching the pole barn door. I knocked a few times and reached for the handle before the door opened.

Dad stepped out, his leather apron flecked with blood. “It’s a mess, Em, it’s probably best you stay outside,” He said.

Fair enough. “Dad, have you seen Garrett? I’ve been looking for him all morning.”

“He’s with me, helping out.”

Oh thank god. I smiled. “Well, tell the idiot he left his phone inside, all right? I was worried about him.”

Dad grunted before closing the door. Men. I rolled my eyes and headed back indoors. Dad never liked to be interrupted while carving up whatever he and the guys caught. Oh, well, and Rose this time. So not just the guys.

I went to make myself busy in the kitchen. Aunt Octavia was already there being dramatic as can be while peeling potatoes, apparently that’s all my mom and the other girls trusted her with. I settled with making the bread, kneading it and letting the loaves rise while getting another ready. Never enough food, according to mom, never enough. Marie was super great though, she had a soft voice that was never loud and she had a way with chopping vegetables.

I never caught sight of Garrett, although I knew he was probably just busy with Dad. Wrapped up meat would get shifted into the kitchen thanks to Ryan and Roger, although that wasn’t my job to deal with, that was always mom’s. This year she had Marie to help, much to Aunt Octavia’s horror, although I doubt not even Marie knew the secrets to all the spices mom would throw in.

I was about five minutes from losing my mind and just grabbing a handful of the steamed broccoli and going nuts at it when my mom said it was time to bring it all to the table.

We had to always set up tables in the basement, there just wasn’t enough room anywhere else. I sat with my dad. And since he was the oldest, he got to sit near the head of the table with Grandpa Oliver.

I really am lucky to have a grandpa still around when I’m twenty three, let alone a grandpa who’s in truly great health. The man is wiry but strong, with a full head of silver hair and a cold, steely stare. But he was my grandpa, and he loved all of us grandchildren.

There were so many this year, I scanned the table for any sight of Garrett but was disappointed to see he hadn’t made it down. Where the hell was he?

Marie and Rose were holding hands across the table and giggling, I was mildly jealous of how cute they were. Aunt Octavia had quite the tongue lashing from my mother and Aunt Denise earlier, so she was holding her peace for the moment. The table was lined with bowls of mashed potatoes, fresh vegetables, various soups and stews, breads, and covered silver plated trays. My stomach was almost hurting by all good it looked, but I wasn’t a kid anymore, I couldn’t get away with snitching a bite. Especially with Grandpa watching me like a hawk. It was like he knew. I settled with chewing on my lip and staring longingly at the covered tray in front of me.

Grandpa stood and cleared his throat. “Everyone, quiet, quiet...” It didn’t take much to make everyone shut up, even the little kids knew to be quiet when Grandpa talked. “Shall I speak a prayer over the food now, before one of us snaps and starts filling their plate before the blessing?”

I almost asked about Garrett but I kept my mouth shut. The quiet murmurs of agreement circled the table and bowed their heads. I held onto my father’s and grandfather’s hand, bowing my head as well. Grandpa cleared his throat and began his prayer.

“Our creator, who gifted us with the bounty of nature, we thank you for this food, but also we thank the men who slaughtered it, the women who prepared it, and now we shall partake in what we’ve been given. In the name of the Wild’s God, amen.”

Everyone murmured amen as well and reached for the tray lids. They were lifted off and I was greeted with a cloud of steam to the face. I had to take off my glasses and wipe them off before putting them back on.

In front of me was a man’s head, steaming hot and surrounded by a garnish of greens. Its eyes had been carefully scooped out, the top of its head removable so that one could enjoy the brains. The mouth was stuffed with minced up pork by the looks of it, and the smell, oh the smell was divine. Cuts of the best parts of man and woman were scattered up and down the table.

If only Garrett could have seen it.

“Wow.”

Garrett walked in right at this moment, wiping off his still bloody hands. He looked up and down at the array. Grandpa turned around, his face stern.

“Boy, you’re off to a bad impression. You missed the blessing!” He scolded.

Garrett’s face went light pink as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, Roger and Ryan went on ahead, I told them I could handle cleaning the workshop.”

Grandpa blinked owlishly. “… You did it on your own?”

“Well, yeah! I mean, Emma’s dad said it had to be done before we sat down to eat and… wow.” Garrett slowly approached the table, I could hear his stomach growl. “I honestly thought Emma was screwing with me, but you guys really go all out when you get together.”

Grandpa nodded. “Well then.” He looked down at where Ryan and Roger were grinning sheepishly. “Boys, you left the newcomer to do it on his own?”

“He volunteered!” Ryan complained while Roger facepalmed.

Grandpa scowled. “Just for that, you’re cleaning up after dinner,” He said. The twins groaned while I laughed and motioned for Garrett to sit the hell down.

“I was worried about you, idiot.” I lightly elbowed him.

Garrett laughed, spooning a mound of the pork from the head onto his plate. “What, did you think your dad got pissed at me and decided I was going to be dinner too?” He shook his head. “Nah, Roger and Ryan needed help, and well, I delivered. It was really nerve wracking to go hunting, but once it was done, it was… wow.”

“I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened to my boyfriends.” I let Garrett stew in his horror for a few seconds before I laughed. “Kidding! The only time dad made my significant other prey was when he was caught peeping through other girl’s windows. Oh, and he cheated on me. Jack ass.”

“Oh, totally a jack ass.” Garrett gasped as a cut of the thigh was passed down. “Oh my god, that looks amazing.”

“Take a bite.” I leaned in, my breath coming to a stop. What was he going to think? Would it live up to his high expectations, the fantasies he revealed to me when he knew he could trust me?

The meat was so tender it practically fell apart with his fork. Garrett swallowed, clearly nervous before sticking it in his mouth. He chewed, swallowed… and grinned.

“Wow! It’s amazing!”

I did a little dance in my chair. “All right! Now pass me the mashed potatoes, babe, oh, and a slice of the breast meat! Love me some breasts- don’t you take that the wrong way!”

Garrett laughed, and it was then I knew he was a keeper.

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auggie-hunter · 3 years

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the allie diaries;

“i mean, i could think of a few things we could play for. your ball first, you choose.”

allie walked into today fully certain she would beat lennon in this one on one. and sure, she kind of didn’t want to squash her, especially with the whole… wanting to date her thing, but allison hunter is a competitive little shit.

however, lennon’s smirk gives her pause. for starters, she looks incredible, and allie finds herself so grateful she’s kept her sunglasses on throughout this, otherwise it would’ve given away her ogling. and second, she thinks she might be regretting this decision to let len choose with how confident she suddenly looks.

still, she’s already in it. regardless of the outcome. “just know i’m not licking concrete.”

“huh?”

allie shakes her head. “my sister’s an asshole.” lennon bites back her laugh and allie’s heart skips at least three beats. “okay, come on pick.”

“fine.” lennon dribbles the basketball twice, seeming to think about her answer. “if i win, you...” she dribbles a few more times looking allie right in the eye when she takes her shot. “come back to my place with me.” swish.

“I’ve been watching you for awhile”

“okay, stalker much?” allie sounds skeptical, her arms folded across her chest, the collared button up she wears bunching up in her stance.

lennon chuckles, both amused and slightly sheepish, though certainly more the former than the latter. “okay i realize how that sounds, but i swear i’m not a stalker.”

“that’s literally what a stalker would say!”

“so you are this easily riled up in real life. and here i thought it was just you being edgy for the podcast.”

“nope, it actually doesn’t take much.” allie raises a brow, only mildly insulted. “so you see why telling me you’ve been watching me is sending me spinning.”

“i meant tonight. you’ve been killing it! hello, it’s the white house correspondents dinner!”

“nerd prom,” allie corrects, but then she’s biting her lip, and… oh god, blushing.

lennon laughs. “yeah, nerd prom.” she smiles. “i just think you’re cute. kinda hot actually, is all i meant.”

Incorporate: a mistake

“no! no, no, no, no, no….” he was going to kill her. allison matilda hunter was certain her beloved twin brother auggie (okay beloved was a strong word) was going to disown her and murder her and bury her in a shallow grave…

too much?

but she’d made such a big deal out of this whole best man thing, and she looks damn good in a tux and stilettos, and her brother was getting married to the love of his life! she wanted to be right at his side, just like she wants him to be her best man at her wedding in whatever century that is.

and then she went and lost the rings. the fucking rings, she had one singular job besides the bachelor party, and the speech she’s been writing since she was ten, AND SHE FUCKED IT.

her panic grew stronger when she looked around her hotel room and continued to come up empty.

she was doomed.

i’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please i’m trying to work no i can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water

teddy and auggie are in the center of the dance floor, all slow dance-y and happy. the fact that they haven’t left for the night is suspicious, but allie wrinkles her nose when she remembers they both disappeared after the cake was cut, and she thinks the whipped cream on their table was missing during that time.

“they totally went at it, didn’t they?” she mutters to herself, her words slightly slurred. “that’s why they’re cool with not leaving yet.” because of course they would.

“yes,” the waitress startles her, and allie nearly jumps out of her skin. “twice in one of the business suites. in their defense i just went to pee and have a smoke, i did not intend to hear them”

“lennon! you’re back,” allie grins. “gosh, you really are just so pretty.”

“and so are you. and so is this water and this coffee i really, really need you to drink.” lennon sets them down in front of her and takes a seat beside her; she’d explain it to her boss later, she thinks, tossing her braids over her shoulder.

“thank you,” allie says, taking the glass of water. “but that’s gross though. the business suite thing?”

lennon shrugs. “i dunno it’s kinda cute. it’s their wedding day. they’re so happy they just wanna bang. it’s cute. and romantic. and a little slutty,” she giggles to herself.

“it is.” allie pouts. “i’m not even mad; look how stupid happy they are,” she rambles after a sip of water. “teddy looks like literal sunshine with that freaking flower crown on her head, and auggie’s holding her like she’s his absolute everything--which, she is. but like dude, they’re like our parents.”

“oh no, please don’t cry.”

“i won’t,” allie sniffles. “i won’t, i just. i really love my brother, y’know?”

Incorporate: a first time watching star wars

“wait, wait, really?” allie’s eyes are wide like saucers once her laughter subside and she realizes lennon isn’t laughing with her, though she still manages to look amused, in that way only she can.

lennon nods, the pile of curls above her head bouncing with each bob of her head. “yeah, really. i’ve never seen star wars.”

“len, how?” sitting up off the couch, allie’s already reaching for the remote.

“well, if you must know, i just never got around to it,” she chuckles when disney+ pops up on the screen. “i didn’t care enough?” lennon shrugs before holding a hand up when she sees allie’s jaw drop. “respectfully.”

“oh my god.”

“you’re gonna make me watch them, aren’t you?”

“i think i may combust if i don’t?”

lennon laughs, and with the look on allie’s face, she thinks she just might. she shakes her head, somehow finding herself falling more, and more for this ridiculous human, who she isn’t sure is entirely real.

“fine.”

“hey,” allie bites her lip. “um… it might be soon, but if i don’t say this, i think i’m gonna blurt it out in my sleep, and to be honest, i’d rather say it while i’m conscious and at least somewhat in control, and not when i’ve fallen asleep after smoking too much…” she trails off, and it isn’t until lennon is grabbing her hand and gently tugging her closer that she realizes she’s been pacing.

“allie,” lennon squeezes her hand. “allie, baby, hi, slow down,” she says, in her soft easy tone, reserved just for allie when she spins out. though she cringes when allie’s free hand rubs her forehead, and reaches up to draw her hand away from her face.

one day she’d get her girlfriend to care about her skin. one day.

“you’re good. you’re fine. talk to me.”

“oh fuck,” allie swears when her eyes well.

“allie?”

“i love you!” and she sounds more frustrated than happy in that moment, but she giggles, almost in disbelief.

lennon laughs with her, and cups her cheek to press her lips to hers. “i know.”

“oh my god, you just empire’d at me,” allie’s swooning, and lennon’s giggling against her mouth. god she loves this weirdo so much.

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