#don't think the alligator's gonna turn up here either :( :( :(

[nostalgia-tblr]

For anyone keeping track (no one), I have started watching the first Avengers film (MCU not the 60s TV show) but only while eating lunch so it's gonna take a while. So far Nick Fury has been assembling the Avengers (the film was initially released in the UK as Avengers Assemble - because of that 60s TV show - but it's not called that on D+ so I'm calling it what the Americans called it, just FYI) even though there's not yet anything for them to avenge as That Suit Guy (j/k I know his name too!!) isn't dead yet, and now they're on THE FUCKING VALIANT FROM DR WHO and I assume we're gonna continue assembling for a while as they're not all there yet.

MEANWHILE Loki (who is neither an alligator nor a woman in this???) is in a SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR with a bunch of his stans who are... idk something technobabble that involves irridium and anti-protons. He is there looking for the tesseract on behalf of ???? who I know will be revealed 47 films from now as... no, wait, it wasn't, was it? That was just announced on a website or something? So it could be LITERALLY ANYONE. The Avengers (in-progress) also seem to be after that thing, but I have already forgotten why everyone is wanting it, assuming it was mentioned (it probably was).

Thor hasn't shown up yet, but Arrows Hawkeye is working as a Loki Stan and there's Steve Rogers and THE HULK and The Only Woman One, whose power is that she's a Cold War assassin (??) and I think this one is the film where she gets called a cunt (!) and honestly I am not sure which of the men she's getting officially shipped with, I think Arrows Hawkeye though? Fairly sure, as the alternative is that a man and a woman like each other as people but not in a lusty way, which would never happen obviously. (Hey I may ship mostly het* pairings but I don't always like it!)

Based on the Valiant (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!) I am guessing that the film ends with Loki dying in Thor's arms romantically but then I remembered that I know it can't because one of Loki got kidnapped from... either the end of this film or the start of the next one or POSSIBLY just from a later film's time-travel bit (???) but like... maybe they've edited this film secretly and I was right after all? But nobody else has watched it on Disney + recently so nobody knows yet? IT COULD HAPPEN.

Not sure what to make of this film so far, a lot's been going on yet also not much has been going on, and the one I like best so far (Suit Guy) is gonna die (NOT EVEN IN THOR'S ARMS ROMANTICALLY) and god Iron Man really hasn't aged well now that we have that one tech billionaire being a twat in public all the time to remind us what such people tend to be like. WHERE IS THOR????

*I say het but everyone in everything is bisexual, I know this because I thought of it and announced it on tumblr and will now say "I don't make the rules" to make it an objective FACT. I don't make the rules!!!

#the avengers (mcu edition not the 60s one) #(though if u close one eye and tilt ur head the black widow looks a wee bit like emma peel maybe?) #i like to think the lair of loki stans exists after this to post angrily on social media about how actually he did nothing wrong etc etc #let me know if loki's just working from a subway station that's still in use in this that'd be hilarious he'd be so annoyed by it all #torn on the tortured-by-thanos issue so far he does look messy but he might just have the flu and didn't want to back out #a lot of people are depending on him to jumpstart a movie superhero franchise he can't just take the day off can he #if loki took care of himself thor would be LITERALLY UNEMPLOYED how could he? how could YOU? #(the 'god of thunder' thing isn't a job he doesn't get paid for it so it's just a hobby) #(he doesn't even monetise that hobby! you think iron man would give you storms for free? EXACTLY. he'd have a patreon AT LEAST) #(“if you enjoyed this torrential rain pls tip me on ko-fi which is not pronounced like you think it is because it's a really BAD pun”) #mcu tag i guess #and whatever the fuck my loki character tag was #like i said i really do need to categorise my lokis more it's been bothering me for a while #reminder: i am here because they cast a woman in a previously-male role and SHE'S NOT EVEN IN THIS FILM. OR ANY OF THEM. D: #don't think the alligator's gonna turn up here either :( :( :( #otherwise it's just kind of fascinating what this film assumes i do and don't know about these characters #nick fury's a goth right?

[astroboots]

Homecoming tings, more of them in public! Do they hide it? Do they not give a shit? Alternatively, how did the Miller bros find out. I kinda feel like the trio didn't want to like. Draw attention to it, but they weren't gonna police their behavior either. I feel like Will was content to just stay silent and accept the new dynamic but Benny is an idiot and said a quiet thing out loud 😂

Girl and boy Interrupted

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x female reader

Summary: This is the story of how one half of the Miller brothers finds out about you and Santiago and Frankie.

Content: Explicit shenanigans. Semi public? Getting caught in the act with your pants pulled down.

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You're sitting on a chair on Molly's porch, trying not to stare. But Santiago isn't making it easy for you today.

He'd been bitching and moaning (as he so often does) about the heat all morning and on the way over. Complaining that he felt like he'd stepped inside a pizza oven, while tugging at his t-shirt, grumbling about how it was sticking to his skin everywhere.

At the time, when you had walked across Molly's law and spotted the water hose, spraying him had seemed like a hilarious idea.

At the time, when Santiago yelped and jumped away, with an indignant scowl on his face, it had been oh-so-satisfying.

At the time, seeing him soaked from head to toe had felt like victory.

Now though, as you spy him across the lawn, golden skin damp and slick with a wet sheen, those ridiculous curls of his glistening against the bright sun like a beacon to guide in lost sailors from the sea, it feels like torture.

He's doing it on purpose isn't he? He must be.

As you think the thought, it's as if Santiago (in tune with you as he always is) is capable of reading your mind. His head turns back to you, meeting your gaze, mouth pulling into an amused smile as he sees you watch him. Then he winks.

It's all it takes. That simple gesture sends an electric jolt through your spine that has you bolt up in your seat and clamp your thighs together to stem the sensation.

Yeah, definitely on purpose.

Asshole.

What exactly is he expecting you to do about the situation?

You're at Molly's, surrounded by friends. Frankie's still not here (running an hour late from work). Tom is tending to the barbecue like it's one of his military operations and Will is standing next to him stoic and disinterested as always, not intervening even though you and him both know that Tom is putting in way too much charcoal.

Shaking your head, you try to focus on the conversation at hand, but it's hopeless. Benjamin is standing next to you and Molly telling you an animated story about... something.

You're not really paying attention in all honesty. But judging from the way the younger Miller is swinging his arms around, he's either talking about wrestling down an alligator or how his newest hobby of crocheting is going.

There's no way you can haul the smirking asshole in your peripheral vision off somewhere to rub that self-satisfied expression of his face the only way you know how.

Not unless you two want to invite a lot of uncomfortable questions about yours and Frankie's relationship with Santiago.

Benny would never let it go, not with his curiosity. Molly is already suspicious. Tom... god you don't even want to imagine having that conversation with that man. As for Will... well actually Will would would probably mind his own business.

He's never been the type to pry. He doesn't get involved unless he absolutely has to and even then, he'll take the path of least resistance, and say as little about it (if anything at all).

Your eyes trail off, and you find yourself watching Santiago from the distance as he takes a sip from the cold bottle of beer. Watching as his Adam's apple in that long gracious throat of his bob with a mesmerizing movement. Watching his still wet t-shirt stick to his chest.

Did you say beacon earlier? Scratch that, the man is a fucking siren, trying to lure you in to your inevitable death and doom with his shameless seduction.

God, he's doing that stupid thing with his lips again. Raising the palm of his hand to his mouth to wipe away the remnants of the sticky beer, then his tongue darts out to lick at his luscious bottom lip. Glimpses of that very same habit of his whenever he's tucked between your thighs invades your vision.

Oh fuck it!

"Santiago!" you announce, and Santiago's head perks up. "Can you help me get another crate of beer from the garage?"

His eyes practically glitters at that. Smile pulling wider and you can almost hear the way he wants to cackle with laughter.

He doesn't of course. Instead all he says is, "of course, cariño," and puts down his beer on the nearest surface and starts making his way to the garage.

If Molly gives you a strange look as you start running towards Santiago, you wouldn't know, because you are too focused on the man in front of you to pay attention to your surroundings.

"That wasn't very subtle was it?" Santiago grins, as he steps into the garage.

The door barely has time to shut behind you before your arms flings around his shoulders and you haul him down to meet your lips.

Whatever the smartass has to say next is lost in a low rumbling moan as you lick into his mouth. He tastes slightly sweet of malty hoppy that sticks to your tongue and goes straight to your head as you drag your teeth against his bottom lip and nip down.

A bit too hard it seems, because Santiago groans into you, shuddering, as his lashes flutter and he looks down on you with half-lidded eyes.

"Fuck, sweetheart, what's gotten into you?"

That's such a ridiculous question. Santiago knows exactly what's gotten into you. Knows exactly what he did to get you as riled up as you are. You don't dignify it with an answer, instead you reach up, fingers tangling into his wet curls as you pull him down against you as you walk him backwards. Not stopping until his chest is pressed up against you. Not until your back hits the edge of some surface that you're not really paying attention to (a workbench? a disused dining table? who the fuck cares). You don't stop until you feel his arms wrap around you and hoist you up on that very same mysterious surface. And then Santiago's caging you in between his thick thighs, that slick mouth on yours as he grinds against you.

The denim of his jeans drags against your groin, the hard bulge of his cock trapped underneath, pressing against the inside of your thigh. Electricity surges through every one of your nerve endings at the contact.

Those clever fingers of his trails the side of your hips, down along the inside of your thighs and then they hook against the lining of your panties as he traces the seam of your cunt.

Fuck! fuck.

"So fucking wet already," he murmurs, fingertip flicking over your clit, "and you weren't even the one who got hosed down like an animal."

Then he pulls his fingers away.

You want to scream. Because that would've been too easy wouldn't it? Of course the bastard was still carrying a grudge about that.

"Santiago," you start, glaring at him even as he smiles back at you. Thumb dragging against the corner of his mouth as his tongue flicks out and he licks both his lip and then the taste of you from his fingers. Doing that stupid thing with his lips that got you here in the first place.

God you could kill him.

"Santiago, we don't have time."

"Don't worry cariño, I'll make the time"

The man has no fucking common sense. Did he forget that you're at a barbecue with your friends? Friends who are waiting for the two of you to come back with beer supplies. Friends who don't know that Santiago is fucking his best friend and his best friend's husband? Friends who will be asking a lot of questions and probably have suspicions if you don't come back with said beers in the next few seconds????!

"I'm not playing this game with you today, Santiago."

Reaching up, you're growling as you grab him by the back of his neck and pull him back down to you.

"I need you to just fuck me," you order as your free hand is already fumbling at the front button of his jeans, wrenching down the zipper.

The asshole chuckles in reply. A breathless boyish laugh, as he finally decides to help you instead of being obstructive and reaches down to pull down his jeans the rest of the way down his hips.

"Fuck you huh?" He grabs himself in one hand, spreading your legs wider with his other, as he positions himself at your entrance and for a moment you forget what it is like to breathe.

"Think I need that too," he says, mouth still pulled into that arrogant angle. But you can hear from the shakiness of his words, the way his breath stutters in your ear that he needs this just as bad as you do.

Then he slides into you, inch by sweet addictive inch, arms bracketing your side as his hips cant up and into you. The relief you feel as he fills you up can't be described with words.

Pleasure swims through your veins, fast and overwhelming until your vision goes white and fuzzy with it.

"God Boa, you feel so--" you don't hear the rest.

Your hearing must've gone along with your vision, because you can't even hear your own moans anymore. Even though you know from the way your throat scratches with a raw burn that you must be making noises loud enough to wake the dead. And in some distant remote location where your sole remaining brain cell resides, it is telling you that you need to be quiet. Need to be careful so that you don't get caught.

But you can't. Can't stop and can't care. Not when it feels this good. Not when Santiago is thrusting into you deep and reckless, both of you chasing the pleasure of it as that familiar heat buzzes pleasantly in your veins.

And if it wasn't for the fact that you're both so gone, maybe you would've noticed. Would've noticed as the garage door to the side opens. Would've noticed the way sunlight floods the space. But you don't.

You don't notice anything at all until Santiago stills and refuses to move even as you wrap your legs around him and try to pull him closer.

Don't even notice that Santiago is looking away from you, eyes burst wide with horror.

You don't notice until it's entirely too late that in front of the open garage door, Captain William Miller is standing with wide eyes and frozen stiff shoulders.

Your stomach drops to the concrete floor and tries to scuba dive into the soil beneath and reach its way to Australia.

Shit. oh shit. oh shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!

"It's not what it looks like," Santiago says.

And oh god. That's the most cliched and stupidest thing to say. It's not what it looks like? What exactly does it not look like?

Does it not look like Santiago is balls deep inside you with his jeans pooled around his ankles?

Thankfully, before Santiago gets a chance to dig himself even deeper, Will interrupts him with a curt, "don't."

He averts his gaze, turning on his feet as if to leave, but then he stops mid-rotation. "Does Frankie know?"

You look to Santiago, the man of many words in every situation. His mouth parts, but no words seem to come out. The man who always knows what to say has finally run out of words.

"Ye-yes," you manage to stutter out.

"And he's okay with it yeah?"

What's the answer to that? Do you say more? Do you explain? Do you tell Will that Frankie is part of this-- well whatever this is??

Jesus, fuck, how do you even begin to explain this?

You look at Santiago again, and he looks back at you, and without a word you know the same line of questions is racing through his mind. There's no adequate explanation that would begun to unravel what this is. Instead the only thing both of you do is nod dumbly in coordination.

There is a minute change in his facial expression and if William Miller hadn't been a peripheral part of your life for as many years as it's been, it would've been far too easy to miss. The straight grim line of his mouth relaxing ever so slightly, the line of his brow smoothing out, as he tilts his head by a fraction of an inch to give you an imperceptible nod.

"Alright," he says.

Then he just... leaves, gently closing the door behind himself with a soft click of the hinge, leaving you and Santiago, still inside you, still with his pants pulled to his ankles, in shock and confusion.

And that's the story of how Will finds out about Santiago and you, but decides to mind his own business.

A/N: Nonny I can't tell you enough how much I LOVED this ask because before you sent it in it just so happened that @thirstworldproblemss and I had been discussing and cackling at this very scenario of how Will and the others find out. So thank you so so much for sending this in so that I had an excuse to write this silly thing out and share it with you all. This one is dedicated to you nonny!

#triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fics #oscar isaac #santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #💌 asks

[nervouscloudtheorist]

April 30th 2024

Dear Diary,

1t's the last day of April and then its GONNA BE MAY.

Maybe for the new month I will be a new me and wake up early to get everything done. This would mean I would have to have a new Ordinance since everything opens too late now, but you know what they say, sometimes you need to turn over a new leaf.

The store by the Able sister's still hasn't been finished yet and Isabelle will not tell me what it is. I hope it's something cool.

Other than that, T-Bone left. Everyone is sad about it. I'm not super sad about it and I feel bad about not being sadder about it. Does that make me a bad person for not being sad? Like, I do feel kinda sad. I never want people to leave but I don't want to hinder them either. I am a little bummed that he didn't want to talk to me before he left but that is okay. Dierdre is the most sad about it, understandably so though because her and T-Bone were tight. Once she feels a little better I think I will ask her to play hide and seek with me or to come over to my house for snacks. I just want her to know that I am here for her if she needs that support.

Day 3 of following Sly around was once again, uneventful. He sat at the beach and ate cherries for a good half hour. I don't think that it's very safe to eat that many cherries in one sitting but he is an Alligator or crocodile...I haven't figured it out yet. Maybe he can eat that much in one sitting. He didn't seem to be doing anything other than just watching the waves. It was actually pretty peaceful.

After that, he went around and talked to everyone and gave them all some of the extra cherries that he had. He also took the time to water some of my roses. I wonder if that is why they have been growing so well...

I'm starting to think I was mean to Sly unnecessarily.

I mean... I found even more pitfall seeds today and I know that Sly was not the one who planted them because I packed a snack today and I took minimal breaks. It's always possible that he had someone else plant them but after watching him today I'm not entirely sure that he has that kind of thing in him. I mean he even went to hang out in the butterfly garden in the museum. It was all really sweet actually.

I took Sly as someone who was just really mean but maybe that's just his personality?

Maybe I misjudged him because he's kind of a Jock and I haven't typically gotten along well with sporty people but I think I should give him a real chance this time. I will have to give him something to show that I am reaching out to create a friendship. Maybe an olive branch?

I also kept running into Clay today. After I was done watching Sly, I talked to Clay about my plans to reconcile with Sly but Clay seemed really against the idea. I guess him and Sly don't really get along too well because Sly is too uptight for Clay. That doesn't make any sense to me because Clay seems really cool and Sly, from what I've seen, also seems really cool. I feel like they would get along if they just had the chance.

I'm going to try to get them to come to my birthday party together and then I know that they would love talking to each other. I have a good feeling about it. I should put more thought into this. Maybe I will consult Isabelle on how to create a party. Of course she's invited diary! It's crazy that you even thought I wasn't going to invite her. I talk to Isabelle like all the time. She's only the person who keeps the whole town running. She's great.

Anyways I have a party to plan and operation Clay & Sly epic friendship to initiate.

As Sly would say “hoo-rah”!!

-Finn

P.S. That sounded kinda cool right? Better than Thump? Not that you have to take sides or anything...I'm just wondering.

#animal crossing #journals #new leaf #creative writing #journaling #animal crossing new leaf #nintendo #video games #writing #acnl

[sunnyie-eve]

3 | Is It Him

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

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At the station, the girls come to sit next to me while Dewey was on the phone with my mother. "What happened?" Sidney asks then sees me looking over at Billy in Burke's office. She looks at me as Tatum wipes away my tears as they start to run down my cheeks again.

"Your mom said she can't make it back till Sunday but wants you to stay with us. Now, Al, why don't you tell me what happened?" Dewey asks me.

"The killer called me after I got off the phone with Tatum. I thought it was just Randy messing with me, but then it was obvious it was when he brought up killing my dad. I hung up then got attacked. I couldn't unlock the door fast enough so I ran up to my room locking him out. I don't think he chased me up because I didn't hear him anymore. As the phone was ringing to call 911, Billy showed up in my open window that was closed earlier in the day." I explained to him.

Dewey gets up and leaves me with the girls. "Do you believe it was him?" Sidney asks, looking over at her boyfriend.

"I don't know...yes... I-I don't know. It was just the timing with him showing up and the killer gone." I look over at him and he looks at me and not Sidney at all. Sidney sighs not knowing what to believe but ignores looking at him for the rest of the time.

As they take him out of the office he starts to call my name. "Allison. Allison. Come on. You know me. Allison, look at me." He keeps calling me, only making me cry.

I've known Billy a hell a lot longer than Sidney and knew him a lot more too, so everything that has happened tonight made me scared.

"We're gonna get you out here, okay? Are you okay?" Tatum puts an arm around me.

Dewey takes us out the back way to avoid all the reporters. He tells us to wait while he goes to get the car. "Allison!" I turn to see Gale rushing over to us asking me questions.

"She's not answering any questions. Just leave us alone." Tatum tells her.

"She's just doing her job. Right, Gale?" Sidney gets annoyed with Gale. "So, how's the book?" She asks her.

I mean, I don't blame Sid, this woman wrote about her mother and my father's murder. Sidney ends up punching Gale in the face. "It's not worth it, Sid." I pull her back. "Bitch." I look at Gale as Dewey comes back and we leave.

At Dewey and Tatum's house, Sid stays in Tatum's room while I stay in a guest room alone. Until I was ready for bed, I hangout with the girls. "Telephone, honey." Mrs. Riley opens the door saying it was for Sidney.

While she leaves the room to go answer it Tatum gives me a sad smile, "How you holding up?" She pats my leg.

"Not well. What can you expect? I was just attacked." I try to joke.

"Leave me alone! Leave us alone!" We hear Sidney yells so we get up and go check on her. "Who are you?" Sidney asks on the phone before the call was ended.

"Sid..." I look at her and she rushes to Tatum's room crying while I go to mine curling up into a ball.

The next morning I skipped out on eating so when I was coming down I hear Dewey tell Sidney that Billy was released because he was cleared. It made me feel bad for accusing him but at that moment it just made sense too. He either just had bad timing or deep down it was him and he was good at hiding it.

"Are you ready for the day?" Tatum smiles as she sees me.

"Yeah. I heard you tell Sidney that Billy was released so you don't have to repeat yourself." I let Dewey know.

He drives the three of us to school and news reporters were still there. "Don't worry, Al, it's school. You'll be safe here." He says as reporters show up and the girls help me walk away.

Sidney then leaves us to go talk to Gale so we wait. When Tatum leaves to go over to Sidney a reporter tries to walk towards me so Stu pops up walking me into the school.

"I can walk by myself, Stu." I tell him as he walks me all the way to my locker.

"I know, but I just wanna make sure my Alligator is okay." He tucks my hair behind my ear then moves my head to the side a little. "You got cut last night?" He touches it, making me hiss a little since it was a little deep cut.

"Yeah, but it's not that bad." I move my hair to hide it.

"I'm sorry." He gets upset.

"Why are you sorry? It's not like you did it." I laugh but see his face give off a regretful look. "Stu." I made him snap out of it.

"Sorry. Hey, do you feel bad about thinking it was Billy?" He asks as I open my locker.

"Well, yeah. Hearing he was cleared made that feeling worse. It's just, I was freaked out and he showed up right after..." I sigh, turning to look up at him. "Have you talked to him yet?" I ask him.

"Yeah." He says as he walks me to class.

During second period I take my seat next to Stu, "Is he mad at me?" I ask and he knew who I was talking about.

"He's not mad. His heart's broken." He tells me and I felt even more bad. "Other than Sidney, like me with Tatum, you're the only other girl he cares about. You know that. Just try talking to him when you see him." He kisses the top of my head before class starts.

Throughout the day I never see Billy which was rough because I wanted to talk to him and say sorry. "Who you looking for?" Randy asks as we sit together outside.

"Billy." I give up.

"Why?" Randy asks.

"To say sorry for thinking it was him." I sigh.

"You actually believe it's not him? Come on, he has killer written all over his forehead." Randy gets loud.

"I don't know what to believe, Randy. I do and I don't. It keeps going back and forth. Things that happen point at him and my gut says it's him, but part of me doesn't want to because I can't imagine him doing that to me." I explained to him.

"There's always a reason." Randy gives me a look.

"I know that but... me. Someone who's always been nice to him and there for him. I've known Billy since I was ten so that's why I can't imagine why, if it is him." I explain to Randy.

"He's a little obsessed with you. So is Stu since he met you too." Randy rolls his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I pop my knuckles.

"They eye you like a dog does with raw meat. It's stupid how their girlfriends or you don't see it." He laughs looking away while I look down.

Actually, I did know a little because freshman year Billy and I made out once just for the hell of it. Then in between Casey and Tatum, Stu got drunk and kissed me. But to me, I didn't think much about those two things. I'm not going to lie and say I never got feelings for the two at some point in our friendship. Because I did and deep I still do but they were with my friends, and I wasn't gonna do that to the girls.

"Can we just change the topic please?" I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Okay. When are you coming by to pick up the movies I put aside for you?" He asks, taking my hand into his.

"I can try today. That's if I can talk the girls and Dewey into letting me." I pick my head up to look at him.

"Just tell them I'll keep you safe." He smiles, making me laugh. "What? You don't think I can?" He slaps my thigh.

"Yes and no." I make his jaw drop.

"Excuse me?" His face makes me laugh.

"Will you let me explain?" I laugh at him.

"It better be good." He crosses his arms.

"Yes; you know the rules to horror movies to make sure I survive. No; I'm sorry but you don't have a lot of muscle when against a knife." I say causing him to hit me more.

"Fuck you." He turns away from me.

"I still would root for you." I wrap my arms around him.

"Again, fuck you." He says, and I knew how to get his attention.

"You wish you could." I kiss his cheek.

He just looks at me till we're interrupted, "Can we talk?" Billy walks up to us.

"Yeah, we can. I'll see you later Randy." I get up and walk some ways with Billy.

#ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #randy meeks #scream franchise #scream #scream 2 #scream ff #scream fanfic

[keefwho]

October 22 - 2023 Sunday

9:14am

Even though it feels cringe, I'm going to try to read the day before's entry every morning. I feel like I should be able to do that without cringing at myself. It's like I can't even stand by my own words. I just dump feelings and shamefully look away. Maybe reading what I did yesterday can help me get a grip and try something different today. It'll also help to notice patterns I might be missing. Whether it does or not, this is an "action" I can take. An actual thing I can do that will yield some kind of results as long as I actually do it.

10:43am

In a way I'm afraid to do anything. I feel fear thinking about doing Inktober, or streaming a game, or hanging out with someone. I feel like I'm gonna mess up everything today. I'm afraid to act on anything.

1:09pm

I hear people talk about their girlfriends/boyfriends and can't understand how they easily fall in and out of relationships when I've only ever had 1 where we used that kind of label and it was when I was a teenager. Or how do people end up being in a happy relationship where they can proudly say they have a partner? Why is that so hard to achieve? Why can't it just be as simple as "We are so close and like each other a lot, lets just be boyfriend/girlfriend already." For some reason it just isn't like that. It probably has something to do with me and how fucked up I am. I'm the one here who lacks most forms of interpersonal experience. I fear I am doomed to a life of loneliness.

I'm so out of touch with everything it feels like.

4:03pm

I took a hit again and it's probably the last time I'm gonna do it to cope with my feelings. I'm not having a bad trip or anything, I just know it's bad and I feel dirty about it. I don't know who this "Keith" guy is but I don't support his behavior lately. I don't want to be this. I know what I want to be, I literally just have to do it. I feel a little better about it though. High assisted or not, I've been trying very hard to understand my own humanity and the humanity of others. I've been perspective taking, understanding how much it means when someone asks how my day is or updates me with pictures of their cat or where they're going. I thought about the past and how closed off and hollow it is, why do I like to stay there? Everyone else is present and ever changing. The present offers possibilities, the past is done. Its not to be forgotten but it's not to be lived in either. I wish I could get a better grasp on how I used to feel. I can't remember having this constant darkness deep inside me but maybe it was better hidden. I don't want to believe I could have regressed, especially when I've made so much progress in other places. I simultaneously want to go back to who I was but also don't want to lose the progress I know I've made. Who I was was very limited as a person. I think with great sadness comes great happiness. I've opened up a window to growing in ways I couldn't have before. If I can only learn to see hope like I used to. If I can only understand how things really can change and happen. Thats what I miss. Thats what I've lost. I've done so well with everything else but I lost this important component. Deep down I know who I am but I don't know who I can become. I don't understand what other things can become.

11:15pm

Today I woke up from a dream where Daisy and I got a cabin together and it was great, there was lots of very intimate cuddling and touching. I remember pressing my chest to her naked back holding her and how good it felt. At some point the dream turned into dealing with this homeless guy who wanted to stay in our house. He had a little pet alligator sorta like Gummy and about the size of a kitten. He told me not to let it bite me because it's teeth were very sharp but I let it anyways and my hand started to bleed pretty bad. We threw him and his gator off the mountain.

For breakfast I made sausage, mac n cheese, and had some cereal on the side. Afterwards I was trying to figure out how to launch VRchat and Legendary Tales at the same time so I could Vtube better but that was impossible unfortunately. I tried streaming for about 2 hours which went okay aside from no one showing up except for the guy that calls me Sleepy. I truly hate him. Good thing he only messaged twice. After my failure of a stream I decided to take a hit in preparation to blow myself because I felt like it and wanted that immersion. I did my dishes and looked at stuff while waiting for it to kick in. When it did I remember not being totally in the mood for it anymore but doing it anyways because I wasn't gonna waste the opportunity. It turned out okay, I had fun but it lasted a very very long time. After steaming in the shower for awhile and almost falling asleep in there, I made spaghettios for my 2 hour late breakfast. I snacked on some chips while watching a minecraft stream until I sobered up. I took a 40 minute desk nap at the end of that. I finally decided to do my Inktober and enjoy my evening. I cranked it out along with a small commission edit and uploaded those 2 things. After that Daisy was free and we watched Chris Chan while we both worked. I sketch Mr Mumbles and us as He Man and Cringer. I felt loose about it all, I was able to reach that rare state of really letting go and enjoying the process of art while I use it to express myself. Often times I adhere to too many rules and expectations. I was going to play Legendary Tales while Daisy went to bed but my game froze and I lost my permadeath character to that so I hopped on Zelda instead while she went to sleep.

#journal #diary

[filmsbyeddie]

Love of my life, don't leave me - e.m part 2

"Have you seen or heard from Eddie recently?" I ask the person on the phone "Eddie Munson." Max said to who ever she was talking to. "When's the last time you talked to him?"I asked the unknown person "Seen him?" I over heard Max, I sighed before saying "Okay. Sorry to bother you." I said disappointed "Know anyone who'd know where he is?" Max questioned "I really don't think he's at the arcade. Yep, I'm pretty sure." Dustin said "Reefer Rick? No. Does this Reefer Rick have a last name? I mean, it's kind of..." Max questioned again

"All right, Doctor Zhivago." Steve said to the brunette girl "It's a double VHS. It's long." "But that's because it's filled with action and romance, and a little bit of suspense." Steve stated "So, my boyfriend won't, like, totally puke when I bring it home?" The girl asked "Oh, you... your boyfriend? Uh, no. No. He's gonna... He's gonna love it." Steve stuttered then he walked the girl to the door "See ya" the girl said to Steve "Yeah, see ya later. Alligator." the man said disappointed "Goddammit." Steve said quietly

"Hey, guys, I might have a lead." Max said and rapidly turned around and faced Max "Seriously?" I asked intriguingly "Yeah." "Apparently, Eddie gets drսg from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there." Max said "Sounds promising. Where does Reefer Rick live?" I asked Max "See, that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a... a legend than someone that people actually know." Max stated, then Robin looked and me sadly and I mouthed to her 'ill be okay' "Last name?" Robin asked Max "I don't know that either." and when Max said that it made me even sader "Bet the cops know the last name" Steve stated "What?" I questioned sounding upset "Cops. I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drսg dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system." Steve continued "Cops" Dustin said "Really, Steve? That's your suggestion?" I asked "I think they should be filled in on what we know, what's going on." Steve told us "You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" Dustin said sounding let down "Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional sh¡t. I just, you know, don't think we can rule it out." the brunette man said "That's precisely what we're trying to do here, Steve. And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie." I said to Steve sounding pissed off "Somebody has to attend to the customers Tiffany." Steve said to me "Especially if they're babes, right?" after she said that she winked at Steve "Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people." Steve told Robin "Yeah, it can be."

"What are you doing?" Steve asked the girl "Maybe we don't need a last name. Twelve Ricks have accounts here." Robin told us "Lot of Ricks." Max said "So, let's narrow it down. Rick Alderman's latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo. Chances our drսg dealer has a family?" Robin asked "Not likely." I said "All right. Rick Conroy. Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, Romancing the Stone." Robin asked "No." we said to Robin "Okay. Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Grease." "Nah." "Rick Kimbrough. The Blue Lagoon and Splash." Robin stated Dustin laughed me and Max said "Definitely not." while Steve said "No way." "Okay. Rick Lipton. Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Cheech & Chong's Next Movie. Cheech & Chong's Nice Dreams. Cheech & Chong's Up in Smoke." Robin asked curiously I chuckled and said "Bingo." "Lipton?" Max asked "Spelled like the tea. 2121 Holland Road." Robin said "That's out by Lovers Lake." I said to everyone "Middle of nowhere." Max stated "It's a perfect place to hide." Robin said. we the ran out of Family video and ran to Steve's car and drove to Reefer Rick's house hoping and praying that my Eddie was there and was okay.

[pegging-slenderman]

This is my first time writing for rdr2 and also my first time using this format so please don't judge

javier x a heavily pregnant reader im talking like extremely hormonal in a fuck load of pain just waiting to relise this crotch demon (set in shady belle) tw: spoilers about character deaths minor angst and details abt child birth

To say the least he would be really concerned for your and the baby's health

Would probably be asking some of the women around camp (like Abigail a miss Grimshaw) if it's normal for you to be pregnant for this long and still not give birth

They reassure him its ok and just tell him the best thing he can do is try and find some remedies that can induce labor

he rides out immediately to get said remedies because 1 he can't stand to see you in pain and 2 he can't wait any longer to meet his baby

Anytime he leaves camp he makes sure to give you and your belly a bunch of hugs and kisses beforehand

He hates going far from camp scared of missing his child's birth

When you guys had moved into the new camp duch gave you guys your own bedroom not wanting you to sleep on the ground

At night when you two are laying in bed he will wrap his arms around you feeling up your baby bumb

When the O'Driscolls raided the camp he pulled you into cover immediately making sure you were safe praying to whatever God out there that you didn't get hit by any bullets

Luckily Charles was taking cover behind a wagon right next to yall and helped him get you inside as fast as possible

Javier normally doesn't cry in front of people but his eyes were filled with tears once he held you his arms asking you " mi amor are you alright?! You didn't get hit did you? Please tell me our baby's okay!" Whilst holding his hands on your tummy

After you reassure him that you and the baby are okay he kisses your head and tells you to stay in cover while he gose helps the others

After the ramianing O'Driscolls run off and everyone Is going back outside looking at keirens dead body javier encourages you to stay inside

Mainly cause he's scared of anything else hurting you

He's pretty tense the next few days not wanting to be more then a foot away from you in fear for your life

Ofc the day he finally decides you can be out his sight safely is when you finally go into labor

As he's sitting by the edge of the alligator infested water all he hears is you scream In pain and he's jumping up running as fast as can towards you

Once he finds you your already being helped by miss Grimshaw into the tent she had set up specifically for when you gave birth

He followed in asking all sorts of questions until he was silenced by your yells of pain that's when just shut up and held your hand letting Ms Grimshaw take over striping you of your skirt and undergarments and placing a blanket over you

He felt stressed watching you in so much pain as birth was not exactly a fast 123 done type thing

You were in labor for 30 painful hours

You would squeeze his hand so hard his knuckles turn white

He would be trying his best to comfort in his native language you buy given your in labor trying to translate what's he saying is not top of your to do list "mi amor lo estas haciendo tan bien"(translation: my love you are doing so well) you just glare at him "either speak English or shut the hell up"

Once you finally give birth to a healthy baby girl javier Is crying tears of joy while holding his little angel in his arms smiling seeing you finally getting some peaceful rest

Oh any you know he is extremely protective of both you and the baby girl you decided to name Veronica after his late mother

The two of you have him wrapped around your fingers

When he was leaving to go rob the Saint Denise Bank he gave you a loving kiss and huge you and Veronica tightly "Los amo a los dos más que a nada en este mundo"(translation: I love you both more than anything in this world)

Ofc when he didn't return it worried you

You feared having to raise this baby on your own whilst mourning your husband

As Charles returned he informed everyone about hosea and Lenny's death and that everyone else escaped on a boat

All you could think about was javier

And all he could think of was you and Veronica pleading whilst being dragged by a donkey "¡por favor! Tengo esposa e hija"(translation: please! I have a wife and daughter)

When he had returned first thing you did when you saw him was jump into his arms crying "I thought you died!" He would hold you close "mi amor I would never leave you and Veronica "

He cried first time he held Veronica again much like he did when she was born

As yall moved camp to beaver hallow you two would have some arguments "you keep doing these goddamn suicide missions your going to leave our baby fatherless!!" He groaned "amor I don't have a choice I just want a better life for us!" You shook your head "yes because being a widowed mother is a better life!!"

One night he was holding Veronica rocking her to sleep and arthur walked up to him looking more sickly then ever

"Your a great father Javier "

"I know "he didn't even look at arther just his baby girl

"Look I get your loyal to duch but something bad is about to happen and I want you and your family safe when that goes down"

"What do you want me to do?! Go up and run with my wife and kid?! I have no money im wanted almost everywhere I go and I haven't know a life where I wasn't on the run since I was a teenager!"

Arthur reached in his coat and pulled out a stack of money placing it on the table in front of javier "just think about your family first "and walked away

The next night you and javier were packing up a wagon just a few more things then you two would get out of there

Arthur came over watching you two pack "I see you listened to my advice javier "

"I had to I can't keep my family at risk like this it's not how I want my daughter raised "javi said as he packed the last bag "thank you Arthur "

"Don't thank me" Arthur shook his head

You walked over and gave him a big hug "im gonna miss you the most. I'll make sure Veronica remembers her uncle Arthur "you smiled

Arthur just smiled and looked at Veronica "that girls gonna go far in life".he then looked at javier again "what are you waiting for get out of here before someone notices!"

Javier helped you get on the wagon then handed you Veronica before getting on himself taking the reines you waved at Arthur as you rode off

#javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #red dead redemption two #rdr2 spoilers #arthur morgan #angst #i love javier #Javier

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1024 - Initial Thoughts

Happy Volume 100 Day! Indeed, Volume 100 officially comes out today, it's a shame we didn't get more of those We Are One segments (just like the Nissin noodle commercials) but it wrapped up nicely

There's also a chapter to deal with though so let's get to it

Spoilers for Chapter 1024, Support the Official Release too!

I forgot to mention the special Popularity Poll colour spreads last time but here's our middle one mainly involving the Straw Hats, Vivi, the remaining Supernovas, Bon, Merry, Woop Slap (seriously how?) and some villains (Crocodile, the rest of Moria and Enel). Sneaky bit of Sabo on the side too who'll be fully displayed in the next spread

Oh Usopp, your braggadocios scamp you. He's spreading Fear of God by claiming some recent KOs are due to his Conqueror's Haki

Also claiming to have defeated 2 of the Tobi Roppo...I mean he contributed at least, maybe word it like 'I fought two of the Tobi Roppo and I'm still standing'

Plus he's riding a very unimpressed Alligator SMILE atrocity XD

Horsealina chan (aka Speed) is back to protect sweet child Tama, as it turns out the KOs are from Big Mom's Conqueror's Haki who's fighting on this floor, which must mean that Law and Kid are taking it to her

Also it's still worth applauding that Nami, Usopp, Speed nor even Tama have succumbed to BM's Conqueror's Haki

Luffy's status is still unknown to the crew though, and Nami does seem a bit nervous about it when asking Franky

Franky's right though, no news is good news because if Luffy was defeated or dead he'd be paraded around by the Yonko

Franky is also making motions to move Nami and Usopp with him to the performance floor, so the crew's gonna be converging soon

Some Heart Pirate action too as they fend off any attempts at enemies intervening on Zoro and Sanji's fight with King and Queen, seems like Law they don't like to be told to do stuff by the Straw Hats either

Everyone's bouncing from the Third Floor too thanks to Maria's arson attempts

Out in a blaze of Yohoho is Brook carrying Robin, but no you're not cremated just yet, need to be ashes for that

Look at Robin so peaceful, as Brook guards over her and also is eager to know how things are going

He calls Jimbei who's on the Fourth Floor with Kid's remaining crew, didn't know Kid has a feral female crewmate

Trust Jimbei to be concerned about the big picture of Kaido, but he also mentions how people are fleeing the castle, is it because of the fight in the Performance Floor or because we've reached mainland?

Showing Kawamatsu defending the line does make me think the former

But back to Yamato vs Kaido now, looks like some parent/child attack tennis

Since we can't avoid it now I know the Vivre Card Databook is saying that Yamato is female but since Yamato is identifying as Oden and was still canonically called Kaido's son I'm gonna continue to use male pronouns for the time being. Don't read too into it okay or leap at me for using the wrong pronoun because it's a can of worms right now and I don't want to be part of it

I mean, come on Yamato it's not like you expected Kaido to take it easy on you when you're trying to stop one of his endgame plans

Flashback time! And that's where the Dragon statue used to be...

Kid Yamato is precious, and also has Conqueror's Haki

Kaido all about not winning any Father of the Year awards, he's been starving Yamato, says if he wants to be Oden then he'd be better off dead, then threw him in a cave for a month

Yamato isn't alone though, there are three master swordsmen samurai in the cave too

And now he entices them, with a serving of food for one and a load of swords to fight over it

And the twisted cherry on the bastard cake: 'But I thought you were Oden', was there ulterior motive though? Oden would be able to inspire the Samurai right? I guess not for his own gain though given how he's treating Yamato

The Samurai grab the swords, but they hand Yamato the food: Samurai don't get hungry...unless they're Kin'emon and Momo, like how Kunoichi don't get hungry unless it's Tama

Full on Tama vibes from Kid Yamato eating their first meal in ages, I see that Oda

Dang then one of the Samurai just cut the chains off of him

Since I was given away on spoilers (like seriously guys use the 'Keep Reading' thing, it's the best way to hide spoilery stuff for those who don't wanna be spoiled) this must be Ushimaru, and he does look like those old Zoro pictures

He also now has an eye injury, but he feels disgraced, probably because he was captured rather than killed

Look at this little baby who is probably 5 foot tall hiding behind Oden's journal and doesn't know how to read yet

Looks like Yamato had 3 Dads, all of them Samurai, who taught him to read Oden's journal so he could fanboy more

10 Days pass and Yamato is weakening, seems like the Samurai feel that Yamato will need to be in the fight

Ushimaru though with the Shimotsuki crest on his back has had enough of prison, the Samurai are busting out and in turn giving Yamato freedom from the cave too

Amanowato, I feel like that's important, but the only thing I can find is a special dance (Amanowato Mai) that's performed on the day of the Annual Festival - October 15th...which is a Friday so maybe...

Back to the present and Yamato asks the tough questions, what right does Kaido have to steal freedom?

But Kaido makes a usual cruel response, there are no easy answers

And then we conclude with a clash of Thunder Bagua

Whooof, lot in that chapter huh?

We've got collective chaos with the Straw Hats as they do as expected begin to converge towards the performance floor, perhaps for the final hold off before Luffy and Momo arrive.

Oda though must've known that we were hoping for a Zoro flashback, because he then gave Yamato one instead XD It was cool to see some supportive people in Yamato's past, but while Yamato4Nakama fans will point that he now has a link to Zoro via Ushimaru we also have to note that Yamato's backstory may not have enough tragedy to be a Straw Hat (I'm joking in this btw, Carrot doesn't either unless the Dukes die but Zoro and Usopp's backstories aren't so tragic either)

Yamato giving me Tama vibes when a child is interesting, I do wonder why we have gone that route other than adorableness, but you can see where his strong admiration for Samurai lies too. Wonder how he got Oden's journal so young though

But yeah, no break which is good, I have a feeling though we'll get one next chapter after the colour spread is finished, 1025 could be setting something up big so Oda can pass out for a few days till giving us fire once again

#one piece #one piece spoilers #one piece wano #wano country arc #wano arc #onigashima raid #straw hat pirates #usopp one piece #god usopp #nami one piece #cat burglar nami #franky one piece #iron pirate franky #cyborg franky #jimbei one piece #first son of the sea jinbe #jinbe #brook one piece #soul king brook #nico robin one piece #devil child nico robin #heart pirates #kid pirates #animal kingdom pirates #beasts pirates #kaido one piece #hundred beast kaido #yamato one piece #shimotsuki ushimaru #op spoilers

[veinsandknuckles]

It's a bad life if you don't weaken, pt 4 (Tallahassee/Reader)

A jolt of movement woke you up and your startled brain tried to compensate for its confusion by running through a few scattered facts that you could cling to. Like your name and age, and that you were alive, and that you weren’t sure if it was still worth the effort, and that you felt absolutely sick to your stomach. Unlike the rest of your new motley crew, you had a good reason to keep track of, if not dates, then at least the number of days crawling past, so you also knew you’d been traveling in their company for at least two weeks. But you didn’t know where you were and you couldn't remember why you'd been unconscious. When you tried to sit up to check whether you needed to run or fight, your head forced you back down by giving your brain a good, hard squeeze.

“Aahh!” You would have complained more but somehow you couldn’t muster up the strength to form words. Tallahassee came into view above you. Things were real bad when that was the most reassuring thing you could have hoped for.

“Don’t move,” he said, too late.

“What...”

“You took a pretty bad tumble. We’re safe for now, just holed up in here until the other two bring the car over.” He was sitting by your side with his gun resting by his chair, breathing hard, sweat glittering on his forehead. The movement you’d felt must have been him laying you down... where? By gingerly running your hands down your sides you found you were propped up on some old blankets on top of wooden crates. Tallahassee must have been stuck for choices because it was not a comfortable surface.

Now he got up again, secured the door and picked up a first aid kit on his way over to his seat.

Boxes and debris took up most of the small room and the only light came from two small, dingy windows high on the wall and a flash light pointed towards the ceiling - it looked like the back rooms of shops everywhere, which was strange because the last thing you could remember was... running from a horde and finding yourself trapped against a fence cutting off the alley.

The wire at the top of the fence had been torn. As soon as that image entered your head, the sharp, hot pain from your leg made itself known and you squealed and drew your knee up as if you could protect yourself against it by shielding the area.

“Was wondering when you’d notice that,” Tallahassee said unsympathetically and pushed you gently down onto your back, not before you’d seen the gash running up from your knee and the blood drying into your jeans. “Gimme a minute to recover and we’ll get you cleaned up. You’re heavier than you look.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whined and saw the light begin to fracture and spread from tears.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Tallahassee drew his chair closer and leaned towards you, squeezed your shoulder, put his knuckles to your jaw to make you look at him. “Shh. You’re gonna be alright, come on now. Need some water?”

You reached out to take the proffered bottle but you shook so violently that he sighed and very gently slipped a warm, wide hand under your neck and helped you sit up to drink. His expression had softened now and that made it even harder for you to keep it together. When you’d finished, he poured some of the water onto his hands to get the worst of the red off of them, pulled the first aid kit onto his lap and zipped it open.

“Alright then. This ain’t gonna be pretty.”

He picked up the flash light and turned it on your leg and you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to see what he saw. With all that dried blood and fabric it was hard to tell how bad it was, but Tallahassee didn’t seem worried. The pain was intense but after the moment of surprise, it was beginning to be manageable. Was that a good sign? Or were you going numb?

“It ain’t deep but you’ll definitely need stitches...” He put a hand on your leg to pull the cloth a little out of the way and no, you weren’t numb because his touch instantly made you tense and grow hot. Tallahassee must have taken your sharp breath as a complaint, because he shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry, darlin. I’m sure I’m the last person you’d pick to play doctor, but it has to be done.”

After rummaging, he got out a pair of scissors and now the heat was climbing up your chest towards your face. He spotted your discomfort.

“Promise I won’t look more’n I have to.” As careful as he was, it still hurt like hell when he pulled the fabric away from your skin and slipped in one of the blades to start cutting. You licked your lips. If he was going to have enough room to work, you’d end up wearing something very similar to daisy dukes on that one side.

“Oh, it’s fine... you deserve some perks for getting me out of there.”

“Sweetheart...” Tallahassee chuckled. “I was just lying about that to make you feel better.”

“Right. Silly of me to expect anything else.”

If he was trying to distract you from the pain, it was definitely working - now you could add BO, pose and choice of underwear to your list of urgent worries.

His work was awkward going, especially when you had to spread your legs to give him room and try to make it look casual, but he quickly had at least the front of the pants leg cut free and peeled off of you, careful not to worry the cut.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

Tallahassee looked miffed. “Course I do. You think I run crying to the nurse over every little scrape?”

How the hell should you know? He never talked about his life before all of this. Ten to one but he’d been an insecure office worker who’d seen the end of the world as the perfect opportunity to reinvent himself... but then that wouldn’t inspire much confidence in his surgical skills and no one else was queuing up behind him. Besides, you liked your romantic images of him, alligator wrestling, glassing bikers, chopping wood with his shirt off and whatever else it was that bad ass rednecks got up to.

You watched him as he did his best to wash his hands, pulled on some gloves, lined up his tools and patted his pockets for his flask. Before he could waste all of it on your leg you snatched it from him and took a swig. Vodka. He must be getting desperate.

“I’ll overlook that transgression, but only this once.”

With you sitting up and pointing the flash light as steadily as you could, Tallahassee cleaned the cut, first with more water, then with liquor and then, when you’d stopped complaining, with disinfectant from a nearly empty bottle. He must have noticed how you stopped squirming when he rested a hand on your bare leg and you could only guess at how he interpreted this. It was hot in here even though by now the blankets and the remains of your pants were soaking with water and sweat. When you shut your eyes you could still feel how near he was and the competing agonies of the pain and of wanting him even closer were neck and neck.

“There’s no dirt or fabric in there that I can see... better to stitch it up now and hope we can find some antibiotics than try to get it perfect later.”

“Is it going to scar?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good.”

Tallahassee peered up from threading the needle, questioning this. You licked your lips and pressed on, determined to have anything else to think about apart from what was about to happen. “I mean, it’s officially the post apocalypse. I was starting to worry I wouldn’t blend in without some scars.”

“Quit talking like a damned geek. You sound like Columbus.”

“Well, he doesn’t exactly look the part, either.”

“He looks like an accountant fucked a ball of yarn.”

You laughed and Tallahassee held onto your leg tighter and pushed the needle in. You’d been gearing up for this. All you did was tense and hiss and keep your curses to yourself. The impressed-despite-himself look he shot you was all the reward you needed and that strengthened your resolve when he pressed on.

“That’s too mean,” you replied once you were sure your voice would come out steady-ish.

“By all means, chalk it up to jealousy of his youthful good looks if it makes you feel better.”

“Why would you be jealous of that?” You were trembling. Because of blood loss and shock and pain. “You’ve got your own.” No other reason.

Now it was his turn to laugh and he looked smug and preening, if not convinced. Preening suited him. “What can I say? Clean living and a clean conscience.”

“Fine then, keep your secrets.”

Silence crept back in and he focused on his task. The prick of the needle hurt, but it was the sickening feel and sound of the flesh being basically skewered onto it and then tugged along weirdly by the thread that was really unsettling. The mood in the room was heavy and tense and Tallahassee frowned even deeper each time he had to inch his hands a little higher.

“You know,” you said at last because saying anything, no matter how awful, was better than nothing. “When I pictured you poking around in my gash, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

Tallahassee turned a dumbfounded look on you and you practically giggled with nerves. He snorted, shook his head, grinning as if he couldn’t believe what his ears had passed on from you. “Terrible. You’re starting to get worse than me.”

“It had to be said,” you lied.

“Well.” Tallahassee took this opportunity to get liberal with the disinfectant, maybe in the hopes that the stinging would shut you up. “Guess that goes to show you should be careful what you wish for.”

He thought you were joking, not just because you were joking but because for the first time you were actually straight up hitting on him instead of stealing glances here and there and hoping he’d press the issue himself. Of course, he had reason not to believe you - you were delirious and lost and trying not to think about how close you’d come to dying.

Those excuses made excellent shields for you to tell him what you thought and still play it all off as nonsense springing from the heat of the moment. Still, the tension built and now the awkward question wasn’t something only you had to wrestle with. He looked at you less but when he did, his eyes were quick and sharp with meaning and uncertainty.

You had run out things to say because the stitches climbed with agonising slowness and the first manic rush of adrenaline was fading fast. If he wanted to break the silence, it was definitely his turn and a few sly glances from him finally convinced him that the ball was in his court. “By rights, it really ought to be the other way around.”

“You lying on your back?”

“Well, yeah. With my shirt off, all heroic-like, and you fussing over me.”

“Oh, you’d love that.”

“Seems more in keeping with your feminine nature.”

That was bait, and you ignored it. “Are you saying I’d have to injure you to get your shirt off? Because I might.”

Perhaps Tallahassee hadn’t picked this topic as an invitation for you to keep flirting, but he didn’t look at all as if he minded. This time his smile bordered on predatory. “Darlin’, all you have to do is ask.” When his voice dropped low like that it became a low, rich rumble, difficult to handle even when you were at your best.

Now you felt faint, and you sighed and shook so hard that he could see it. Whatever reaction he’d expected, that hadn’t been it. Tallahassee’s grin faded, slowly replaced by something dark and hungry, his body held still in a way that suggested it took some considerable willpower for him to keep himself in check. But the uncertainty hadn’t left. He broke eye contact, just a moment too late to leave any doubt of what he’d been thinking, swallowed and brought his shield back up. You had pushed him as far as you dared. Whatever held him back was beyond you, especially now, and everything else was crashing.

Tallahassee dispelled the mood in the room with casual body language and all business attitude. He kept working, ignored your shallow, quick breathing and your fingernails digging into his shoulder for support and finished sewing after what felt like a life time.

The rest was easy. He cleaned the cut one last time, neatly covered it with squares of compress and lifted up your knee so he could wrap it all in a tight bandage. By now you shook uncontrollably, your limbs felt cold and your skin clammy and blocked. He drew you close to help you test your leg and you almost wished you hadn’t teased him so that he could hold you as a friend and think nothing of it. He’d held you before. His gruff manners now suggested he wouldn’t do that again.

You were so tired now, your head spun when you moved, the pain was hot and crawling, less urgent but more difficult to ignore. It had all gone wrong. Familiar voices drew near beyond the door and Tallahassee wouldn’t risk tenderness with an audience; he looked down at you with an impersonal, encouraging smile, took some of your weight and steadied you with his arm around you without it ever feeling as if he’d come any closer.

“In here,” he called out and helped you hop and shuffle your way towards freedom. Whatever this moment had been, it was over and when the door swung open and Columbus stretched out his arms to catch you, Tallahassee killed it for good by pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and looking grim and satisfied to find you had a temperature.

The light and noise past that left you delirious. By the time you reached the truck they’d parked right outside the shop’s front doors you’d cried yourself to sleep without a sound.

#tallahassee x reader #tallahassee imagines #zombieland: double tap #Zombieland #zombieland 2 #my fics #woody

[kitkat1003]

Transcendental Meeting

They'd asked to see, to come in his head and meet this weird, convoluted time traveler that was Emmet and also not Emmet. Emmet wasn't exactly thrilled, and neither was Rex, but it wasn't too much to ask. After all, Emmet had had peoppe in his head before, and he can't imagine it would be difficult to have them in his head again.

Lucy headed the ritual this time, and Emmet tried to ignore the tight pull from both his and Rex's metaphorical hearts as he remembered that Vitruvius was so terribly, awfully gone. Instead, he focused on clearing his head, shutting his eyes.

When he, Lucy, Batman, Unikitty, Benny, and Metalbeard appeared inside his own mind, he could tell Lucy was surprised by the change. It is definitely fuller now, a multitude and dark blues and bright oranges filtering through the constantly shifting space, as well as the numbers and their corresponding parts that float around aimlessly.

In the center of it all, a large ship, identical to the one Rex had had before he...no longer had his own body. They can hear the sound of video games and someone shouting, and Emmet smiles with a sort of fond familiarity that has Lucy grinning.

He leads them to the door, hidden behind a plethora of sensors, and opens it, gesturing for them to follow him inside.

Instead of the makings of a spaceship, the interior is large house mixed with an apocalypse survival bunker. There is a gun rack and a homely kitchen, side by side, an odd juxtaposition of Emmet's and Rex's tastes that seems to work.

Rex is sitting in front of the largest tv screen they've ever seen, and Emmet stops them a few feet away from the chair, walking over by himself and tapping Rex on the shoulder.

Rex inclines his head-Emmet is the. only one allowed to sneak up on him like that and not get punched

"What, they finally show up to see the glory that is me?" Immediately, all save for Lucy are taken aback by the voice, bravado and ego and cockiness all turned up to eleven and shoved into a single sound. Lucy just smiles and shakes her head as Emmet nods, and Rex gets up, pausing the game and taking the few steps and one turn to face the people he knows so well, yet not at all.

Their appearance takes his breath away.

He doesn't front when Emmet is with his friends. As is, Rex secludes himself to being seen by GCBC and Lucy only, because he's too good-too nervous-to be seen by anyone else.

Rex's appearance is a shock to the four as well, eyebrows shot to the ceiling. Of all things that would have been thought to be a part of Emmet, Rex is not one of them.

"The heck happened to you?" Batman's gruff, blunt voice cuts through the silence, and Rex twitches, ever so slightly. The mindscape darkens for a moment, and Emmet and Lucy make the same face-the "Oh my God Batman don't say that Why did you say that" face.

"I grew up-yknow, trained some raptors, created a time machine spaceship, got tough, typical easy stuff. You wouldn't get it," His words are barbed wire behind the self aggrandizing, and Emmet's eyes dart back to Batman, pleading with him not to engage.

But the Dark Knight's ego won't be challenged.

"Oh yeah, it's not as if I pioneered that-besides, I doubt any part of Emmet is grown up," Emmet flinches, and Unikitty jabs Batman with her horn. "Hey!" Batman shouts, rubbing the spot where he was hit. Unikitty glares at him.

"I suggest ye back down. Wouldn't want the wee lass to go into a rage on ye, would ye?" Metalbeard speaks up, and Batman crosses his arms and relents.

"Whatever," he mutters.

Rex face is locked in a smile-one that never means anything good. He's either plotting revenge or holding back tears, and at this point Emmet isn't sure what's worse.

"How'd you meet Emmet, Rex? Emmet said you two used to be two separate people?" Benny asks to try and lighten the mood, and Rex crosses his arms.

"Saved his life," he grins, and Emmet rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, and then made me mess up a whole lot," he replies, eyes silently asking the question if he's allowed to tell. Rex shrugs, and Emmet takes that as a concession, summoning some couches for everyone to sit on.

He regales the tale-how he arrived at the wedding, what Rex did to manipulate him, etc. He can see their like of Rex wane as he continues, but Rex just leans back in the armchair he made and grins, arms behind his head.

When Emmet is finished, Unikitty jumps up, glaring at Rex. Her fur is slowly changing from pink to red.

"You ruined everything! Queen Watevra Wa'Nabi could've been killed because of you!" She shouts, and Rex shrugs sort of helplessly.

"Eh, I could've fixed it. It worked out fine, because I'm so great," he pats Emmets shoulder and winks, but no one is amused. Rex just shrugs again.

"You could've gotten us all put in storage!" Benny jumps up with his arms crossed. Lucy and Emmet hold their hands up, mouths opening to placate.

"What were ye thinking!" Metalbeard's cry suts them off, and Rex's hand crushes the can of soda in it.

The crunch makes the room lapse into silence.

"What was I thinking?" And Rex's voice is ice, sending a chill down everyone's spine. "What. Was I thinking?"

The roar shocks everyone, and the crushing stomp that accompanies it shatters the floor of the ship house, chairs dissolving with the shockwave Rex's foot creates. Rex's voice is loud, pained, and all that braggadocio lost as something broken and vulnerable and Emmet in a way that makes Lucy's heart ache.

The four, plus Lucy, all wince as they see the broken man Rex is, the trembling fists, the shadow of a man that used to be Emmet.

How long, they have to wonder. How long did Rex lay under in the dryar system alone, before he snapped? How long did he wait for them, still believing they'd come to save him, before his hope broke?

How must it have felt for his only friends, which he had given his fragile, naive, sweet, innocent, kind heart to, to have abandoned him, snapped his trust in half, and forced him to change?

"So...I decided," Rex finally starts up again, taking in a deep breath.

The final resounding scream has the whole ship dissolving, the dark blue colors in the landscape surrounding them smothering the bright orange as Rex continues to shake and shudder and take in heaving breaths.

Eventually, Eemet steps forward, placing a hand on Rex's shoulder, and when Rex turns to face him Emmet pulls him into a hug.

Rex shakes and grips Emmet like a lifeline, and Emmet nods at the five with something old and sad in his eyes, and suddenly they're back in Emmet and Lucy's home.

Emmet smiles sadly at them, something akin to disappointment in his eyes that burns into their souls when he catches their gaze.

"I'm gonna head to my room to talk to Rex. See ya later, alligator," with that, he turns on his heel and walks away.

Lucy stares at the four dejected master builders and sighs.

The four head home in silence.

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In the mind space, the pieces of the home they'd thought of together is already starting to rebuild, and Emmet finds Rex sitting and watching it coalesce.

"Sorry," he says. "I should've told them what jad happened before," he sits down next to Rex, and Rex looks so tired.

"It's okay-I needed to say that anyway, I think. Catharsis or whatever," Rex mutters, and Emmet's heart soars.

"You've been reading the therapy books I make in here!" He exclaims excitedly, and Rex chuckles.

"I got bored, what can I say," he shrugs, though his expression turns more somber. He goes silent, staring off into the distance.

"Rex?" Emmet tries, patting him on the shoulder.

"I don't know why they didn't come back for me," his voice shakes. "I don't-what did I do wrong?"

Emmet hugs Rex tightly, thinking of the empty despair that had clenched around his heart when hope was lost, when he thought he'd be left beneath the dryar system forever. Imagines sitting in that despair for months.

"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong, okay?" He says, because Rex is him, and has Emmet done anything wrong to deserve that? To warrant that degree of suffering?

He leans his head on Rex's shoulder, and whispers again-you didn't do anything wrong, to Rex and to himself.

Maybe one day at least one of them could believe that was true.

#kitkat1003 #the lego movie 2 spoilers #the lego movie 2 #the lego movie #emmet brickowski #rex dangervest

[hwanwooyoung]

(hope school works out well for ya!!)

ooh... observing the gifs 👁👁 deadly indeed... why is he so .. !!! :|

don't worry about not knowing something about mx... i am not an active fan or like.. proper part of the fandom either anymore and it's actually far more fun this way! unfortunately, i got into mx really fast and was surrounded my less-than-ideal stans who just... affected my perception and emotional involvement into all of this. which of course later on fucked me up greatly lmao (aka wonho leaving and pretty much the year after that). and then like weird stans all around... oof. ignorance is bliss. i think when it's cb time even as a casual listener you will know about it so like what else do you need to be aware of? jksadhasjkdk and just to make sure i was just joking i just think this jp album was so great idk why people missing out on it when it's right here :p

excuse my little Tragic Rant kjahajkshjksdahkj anyways idk what to watch and where to watch it either. i just see that they post stuff every now and then. good for them lmao

i see ya ulting (?) some powerful men huh... understandable eheheh

unfortunately, i know pretty much nothing about these groups.. but maybe one day, i am kinda curious about seventeen but idk what songs i should check out... mayhaps u could give me recs ??👀👀

for my own ult favs.. besides mx it's dreamcatcher, wjsn and kard!💘

i like a bunch of other kpop artists but it's more of.. casual fan territory? like i listen to their songs but have no idea what are the names of the members ahdjkshdjksa

and if we are talking about specific people: in kard i cherish all 4 folks, but currently very hyped for j.seph coming back from war. wjsn: eunseo and yeonjung got me bad; dc: siyeon and jiu could walk over me and i'd thank them heh 🥰

and u can tell both jh and hw that im simping for gorgeous women as if they could argue something like that 🙄🙄🙄🙄

also omg lmao yes the shoot out versions situation is such a gamble. there is no way to predict it... unlike alligator. jp version sounds slightly different right at the start! a fun fact i guess... or perhaps it's just me being insane because i listened to alligator so many times i can hear the difference lol - your monbebe valentine

thank you!! i hope it works out too

hyungwon is just naturally :| also this is such a cute emoticon i love it

i totally understand >< sometimes it's a lot better to just be a casual stan! that's also part of the reason i started this blog! i don't have to spend every waking minute of my day waiting for a new video from one specific group to drop; i can make whatever i want and make myself happy! but i'm also really sorry those fans made you feel that way :( they're not true fans if they're gonna be like that >< i never understood why some people feel the need to send hate when something happens that they don't agree with; it's like "if i can't control this thing happening, then i'm gonna ruin everyone who agrees with it"

the jpn album was good!! you right you right :)

it was not tragic!! it's all good hehe :) i totally understand!! although i must ask, have you watched X-Ray yet? :o

yes i do like powerful men 👀 but also powerful women. i think powerful people are just so cool. i could never be like them </3

OOH SEVENTEEN SONG RECS (sorry i got excited) T~T welp i can start you off with some title tracks first!! In no particular order...

1. Rock with you 2. Clap 3. HOME;RUN 4. Don't Wanna Cry 5. Fear

but also SVT and MX had a MAMA collab stage when they first debuted which i thought was so cool 🥺 another monteen collab when T~T

OOOOH such top tier taste you have!! who are your biases in each of those groups? :3 now my turn to ask you for song recs hehe

oh yes i feel you there! im gonna disappoint you by telling you i still don't know the names of all the WJSN girls 😭😭😭 i'm learning i promise

oop you already answered the bias question >< don't mind me~ such good taste you have <3 and i'm sure jh and hw would approve of your choices 💖

it's true tho the jpn versions have a sliiiiight difference but it's so subtle that you can't tell if you're not focused T~T it's a wonderful guessing game heheh i love it actually

anyways! do you have a favourite mx variety show? mine is X-Ray but specifically season 3 hehe

#igm.ask #anonymous #monbebe valentine ❣️

[kazlifeadventures]

N.O.L.A... ♥️

New Orleans 23 - 28 Sep

Oh wow...the food, the people, the things to see and do!

It’s incredible. The history here is amazing. The architecture of some of the old creole homes, the weather (how hot ? Not too hot, 90s and up every day with humidity) Yep I have finally given up trying to convert it back to Celsius, there’s a formula, but it involves maths and fractions so, yeah, mid nineties is how its gonna go.

After a late arrival due to flight delays, we got serenaded by the head flight attendant when we finally landed in New Orleans..... those videos that you see are obviously real ( I often thought they were just clever advertising). Had us all in stitches and a great end to a very long day we ended up 3 hrs late and had sat on the tarmac in San Antonio for nearly 2 hrs....

I was starving by the time I got to my hotel, and was pointed in the direction of a nearby 24hr place and recommended to have one of the local specialities - a ‘Po’ boy” pretty much a sub with the addition of your choice of either deep fried shrimp, crawfish, alligator, meats, you name it. It was tasty and whatever the sauce was that came with it added another dimension

New Orleans, or NOLA as its often referred, was founded in 1718. The city lies along the mighty Mississippi River, with the area also surrounded by vast lakes and swamp/bayou systems. Hurricane Katrina devastated large sections of the city in August 2005 when some of the man made levies broke, flooding large parts of downtown, the city still bears the scars today. NOLA is renowned for its music culture (oh the Jazz and blues!) Creole and Cajun cuisine, and its festivals. It has been described as the most unique city in America, a description that totally fits, and can only be understood by those who have visited this place.

My first day I decided to wander around and ended up jumping on a St Charles streetcar. The St Charles line is the oldest continuously operating streetcar line in the world and has been operating since 1835. I ran into an expat Aussie (who now lives in NZ) on the streetcar and wound up doing a mini walking tour with her. Lucky for me she had guidebook detailing the history of the houses we were looking at. The Gardens area is fantastic and houses some amazing architecture. FYI you can get a “jazzy pass” for the public transport here - $3 gives you 24hrs of transport anywhere in the city.

It’s been great meeting other tourists and locals as I am compiling a list of food places I need to try to visit. Not sure my waistline is going to appreciate it though!

Day 2 saw me head out for a meal at a local cafe, (catfish, smothered potatoes, eggs, and biscuits) another walk down Bourbon street, a wander around the French quarter, a tarot reading in one of the crystal stores there, beignets from the famous cafe du monde.. more walking... then a jazz and dinner cruise on the Creole Queen paddle steamer along the Mississippi River. As I boarded and was set at my table for one, a lovely lady came over to ask if I’d like to join their group. These 3 ladies had been in town for a massive administration professionals conference and it turned out to be an even more fantastic night, as its always better when your have company! The jazz trio were fabulous and the trip along the river gave stunning views of the city skyline.

The next day I was up for a late breakfast in readiness for my trip out to the swamp and bayous. This tour was fantastic. Somehow I ended up at the stern of the boat next to the captain (unfortunately he was married!) anyway it turns out, the lady the other side was another person who had been in town for the conference. Great fun to meet a new friend, and share some of our pics with each other. A swamp is classified as an area that has water running (to some degree) through vegetation. Capt Stefan explained how the ecology of the area operated and the impacts that introduced species of flora and fauna have had, as well as how they are combated today. This company is big on ecological tourism and only feeds the alligators, racoons, pigs etc special vegetable based pellets. They also ensure that the alligators have a healthy respect and fear of humans to make sure that they are not reliant on them for food. We saw many smaller alligators, huge fish, birds, a feral pig, and a gorgeous raccoon family. I had no idea that raccoons hands were so sensitive. Apparently they hunt for mussels and oysters in the mud of the swamps with their hands, sensing their location. Apparently that is where the term “cooning for mussels" comes from, the locals get on their hands and knees in the swamp mud feeling for them like the raccoons. I also didn’t know that the oysters here grew that way .... see there is always something new to learn! The raccoons were so cute climbing up the tree trunk to get to the pellets...It was a great trip and a heap of fun. I then headed out to another recommended spot to try the local oysters. Yep, those who know me I’m not a fan of this one seafood item.... but hey when in Rome, or in this case, New Orleans, you have to try them and the staff were great helping choose a version that was grilled with a garlic parmesan butter (ummm yum?). I had a lovely turtle soup, which was surprisingly meaty . Not sure what I was expecting, but gosh it was tasty! Then I grabbed a blackened alligator, nice flavours! Don't panic they were all appetizer sizes! Was stuffed after them though....

As I don't plan ahead alot, I then made a snap decision to try my luck at a show at preservation hall. The current preservation hall runs 45 min jazz shows every hour 5 or 6 times a day. They are designed to preserve the old jazz hall culture and raise money to continue the preservation. A small, intimate venue with same fabulous music, a must see in New Orleans, and worth the queue time to get in!

Plantation tour day was next, and wow. I'd chosen to spend the day visiting 2 of the main plantations. It was an educational and incredibly sobering experience. Whitney plantation was our first stop. This plantation has been set up as a memorial to the slaves and details life as it was during both periods of slavery. An emotional and haunting series of memorials intertwined with details of the processes used for slavery, how they lived, how they died. It included examples and documented memories of the slaves. On such a hot day it was incredibly emotional to think of what these people endured, while processing the 'white gold' for their masters. Even sadder to think that slavery is still perpetuated in parts of the world today (just in other guises like economic slavery). Researching the full details and timelines of what happened here is something well worth the time!

After Whitney we headed to the beautiful Oak Alley plantation. This one was picturesque with its 250 yr old oak trees lining the path to the main house. The slaves here had slightly better living conditions as their owner apparently paid them. Even money won't help if your freedom is not there. This plantation gives a respectful balanced approach to the details of the time, and the story told by our guide as we moved through the great house intertwined the impact of events on the plantation owners as well as their slaves. The area is also very set up for tourists and they make an awesome mint julep! I met two beautiful Californian ladies on this day trip (believe it or not they had been in town for the professionals conference 😂😂). We ended up out for dinner that night ticking off a place we all had on our must do list. I love this part of travelling, meeting new people and finding that connection. It was right at a time that I needed it...my heart is full!

New Orleans you have been amazing. I have met so many people here, learnt so much, eaten way too much, listened to some fantastic music and pretty much had an incredible time.

More photos to come!

I'm off on a train today (28th) to Memphis, the home of rock n roll and blues....

[hwanwooyoung]

gonna peep at ur gifset later 👀 maybe they didn't give him more spotlight because they knew he would ruin us all? still sucks tho 😔

oh driving through a thunderstorm at 3 am is like the seksiest setting ever your brain is so big i am amazed hduaiwhdjkhdjflkhfkg

how could u miss out on the songs from their latest jp album they all are so good 😤😤😤😤 im glad u listened to a couple now tho hahahdhjhsfdghj

ur jp top is also very right and correct black swan is one of my all time favs ahhhh

i kinda wanted to bring up the 'bad' stage myself but didn't know how, luckily it is on ur mind already huh 👁👁

i think my ultimate happy performance video is That One Play It Cool stage. like the main video itself is so fun to watch, they seem so happy, every fancam is iconic... just good vibes u know -w-

i'd probably mention shoot out and alligator cb stages... also for pure iconicism

i think i have more but my brain is failing me big time rn

so...................................... i see you a cultured person of many other interests (kpop-wise) 😎 who are your faves tho? anyone in particular boggling your mind lately? (like a group or specific member) 👀👀👀

p.s. i will collect that info to dm kihyun that u r cheating on him 😤 - your monbebe valentine

ahhh hello!! i'm sorry for the late reply ahh been busy with school T~T

hehehhe saving you the trouble and linking it here 👀 huehue although you don't have to reblog it!! i think that would expose your identity 👀

oh why, thank you 🥰 i do take pride in that vibe <3 i made a whole playlist for it with the songs that fit the vibe... although it's kinda ironic cuz ya girl has no drivers license or car 😅

I'M SORRYYYYY 😭😭 there was a time when i didn't know anything MX was doing so i think maybe the jpn album was during then ><

but thank you thank you <3 black swan undefeated me thinks

the 'bad' stage is always on my mind 😭 literally like 3 of my multi biases have covered the song either song/dance wise so at this point it's just my song T~T

THAT ONE PLAY IT COOL STAGE YES I KNOW THE ONE!! it was so good <3 the choreo is so cute too i'm so sad they didn't perform it more T~T

shoot out and alligator yes... iconic of them... undefeated 🥺🥺🥺

hehehe tooooo many to count omg 🤭 i suppose probably ateez and seventeen at the moment cuz they're my ults!! mx also is my third ult but idk they've been kinda quiet lately? then again i also dk where to watch anything so i'm like ://////

but to answer your question... currently obsessed with wooyoung and hoshi <3 (don't tell kihyun pls he'll get mad 🥺🥺🥺)

also shoot out is playing rn hehehe but the stress cuz i couldn't tell if it was the korean or english or japanese version aksgjd. but it's the japanese version oop :O

anyways im so long winded so now turning it back to you!! who else are you intrigued by 👀 mayhaps i may tell hyungwon if you tell kihyun

#igm.ask #anonymous #monbebe valentine ❣️